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----- Part 4 ----- I woke up when he got out of bed Saturday morning. I gave him a few minutes and stood up, looking over the bed. There was only a small spot on the sheets and then I looked on the rug next to the bed. A large reddish blob marked the spot I dropped the plug the night before. Chuckling to myself I walked into the bathroom. He was sitting on the toilet, with a dazed look on his face. "How ya feeling, Paul?" I asked. "Fuckin sore. I felt you pump a few loads in me but nothin's coming out" he said. "Three loads. Just like the marks on your back. I guess its time to add some more juice to your cunt, then" I replied. He stood up and I looked in the bowl. A small blob of dark pink ooze was floating around. "Hmm, twelve or thirteen hours since your first load, I guess most of it soaked in. It's a good sign. We can stop now if you want. The bug only took three loads to get me and he didn't even plug me up to keep it all in like I did" I said. There was a grin on my face, but it wasn't one of those happy grins. No, it was a dark, evil grin. One hand pushed the lever on the toilet and I used the other to push Paul toward the shower. The water felt good running over my body and once we had each other soaped up I turned him to the wall and grabbed his hands. My cock grew and stiffened as I stood behind him, holding him there. "Kinda rude shitting out my seed there. I didn't expect you to disrespect me like that" I said into his ear. "I'm sorry" Paul said, apologetically. "Don't let it happen again" I said, humping my now hard cock along his crack. Pressing deeper, a few more tries got the head of my cock to snare on his puffy hole. Paul groaned out as my cock drove into his tortured pussy. The only lube he got was the water showering down from above. He whimpered and writhed as my cock pumped in and out of his ass. "This is why you came here, right?" I snarled into his ear, the thrusts getting harder and harder. Among the gasps he was making he muttered "Yes" before pushing his ass back. I laughed to myself. Whatever dark desire made him want to travel across the country to get infected with an incurable bug by his ex, I wasn't going to question. I might have needed this more than him, since I was now starting to embrace my new status. Soon, I was pounding his ass and enjoying every moment. We used to fuck in the shower occasionally, but our roles were reversed then. My grunts got louder than his and then I began flooding his guts again with my seed. We finished the shower and I smiled as I watched him quickly towel off and head towards my bedroom with his ass clenched tight. I gave him a minute and strolled back into the bedroom and tossing on some basketball shorts. The plug was missing from the nightstand and only a small wet spot remained in it's place. I made some breakfast and we sat down in the living room. We talked for a while, catching up on each other's lives since graduation. "I never realized you liked to fuck so much. I know you did a few guys in college, but damn, you're a good top" Paul said. "More than a few. But, you made it pretty clear when we met that you didn't get fucked. I think you let me try once and shut me down after about ten minutes. It didn't matter since I loved getting fucked by you. When I felt like fucking a guy, I'd hunt down one of the thousands of bottoms around campus." Chuckling, I said "I guess your attitude about bottoming hasn't changed much" I replied. Paul looked embarrassed. "Do I suck that bad as a bottom?" he asked a minute later. I didn't want to burst his bubble, but we'd known each other too long to sugar coat it. "Let's just say it's pretty obvious you don't get fucked much" I replied with a grin. Paul nodded sheepishly. "It's not a problem, Paul. Just realize that there are a lot of bottoms out there and some are much better than you. Just do what you enjoy" I said, adding a moment later "But you're still my bottom bitch for the next day." We ended up back in bed a short while later. It was close to the sex we used to have, except I was the top. There was lots of body contact, rubbing, licking and biting. He got drilled on his back, bent over the side of the bed, on all fours, flat on his stomach and against the wall. We went so long I got exhausted and we rolled around groping, sucking and kissing just to give myself a chance to recover. I got him painfully close to shooting his load down my throat but I left him blue balled and dumped my load in his hungry ass instead. My cock was his butt plug for the next hour while we slept again. My stamina wasn't what it used to be and I was sure it was from the new intruder that was attacking my body from within. When I woke, my cock was hard again and I wasn't going to let it go to waste. Paul's nap was rudely ended by my thrusting hips. Unlike our earlier hour and a half fuck fest, I was pumping my third load of the day into his ass only ten minutes later. I added the missing tally marks on his shoulder and grinned. This time, I stuffed the plug back into his weary hole before falling back to sleep. When I woke up a while later, Paul was leaning back on a few pillows surfing on his phone. "Hey sleepyhead. Got any plans for dinner?" he asked. "Not really, I was just going to order a pizza. Why? Are you going to take me out for nice romantic dinner?" I asked, with a big grin. "I doubt I could walk far with this plug up my ass" he said, wiggling his butt on the bed. The expression on his face told me he was still sore and regretted the movement immediately. "Pizza it is. I know a great place that delivers. Whatcha surfing for? A better top?" I asked. "Not hardly. I'm not sure how much more I can take, though. I was looking on a few sites for guys for you. How much longer before you start meds?" he asked. My face twisted and I gave him that "WTF" look. "I dunno, they haven't prescribed anything yet. My next appointment is Wednesday" I replied. "Mmm, cool. Even after you start you won't be undetectable for a while. Here, take a look" Paul said, turning his phone toward me. It was a list of guys on the site that were all in my city. The profile headlines were things like "No loadz refuzed", "+a+", "toxic only" or "needz gifts." "You're fuckin nuts. The only reason we're fucking before I'm undetectable is because it's you. No way I would fuck any other neg guy just to infect him" I said, shaking my head. He had flipped over to another site and came up with another list of guys he was showing me. "See? 23 guys looking for poz loads. A shitload more if you look for the 'dont care' guys. What's the harm in giving guys what they're looking for. Some will probably never actually meet, but some will. You can make those guys really happy" Paul said, looking at me completely serious. A few seconds later he added "I'll send you these links. Create a profile and take a look. Check out the hookup apps too, plenty of chasers there too." Seconds later I got a few texts from Paul and as bad of an idea as I thought it was, he had me creating a profile on one of the sites. He even got me hard and we added a shot of my stiff cock in his abused hole. Five minutes after creating it I already had four guys begging me to breed them. I shook my head again and logged off. "Not sure I can do that" I said. It was almost eight and I heard my stomach growl. My phone was still in my hand, so I opened up the pizza place's site. A brief discussion about toppings and the pie was ordered. "Wonder who's going to deliver tonight?" I said. Paul chuckled. "Why? Do you know them all intimately?" he asked.

Part 31 - Seeking His Prince Max was feeling the cold having spent nearly half an hour standing at the golden gates looking along the driveway to the palace that was just visible through the snow fall, he turned and walked briskly back to be in the warmth of the hotel and his room. Checking his watch it was almost 5pm and getting dark when he sat on the window sofa looking out across the plaza towards the cathedral where people were arriving, a fairly large crowd had gathered despite the cold and snow watching the parade of people. Gradually the snow eased up providing a better view across the plaza, it had completely escaped his mind until he saw the royal cars arriving with their police cavalcade. There exiting the second car was Alex dressed in his royal finery, despite the distance Max could see him so clearly. The red carpet swept one last time from the cathedral entrance and Alex along with the Crown Prince walked inside following the king and queen. Max panicked and quickly grabbed his coat running out of his room and down to the concierge desk. Firing questions at the concierge Max learnt that the service ran for exactly 45 minutes, he put on his new coat and strode across the plaza towards the cathedral. Halfway there he stopped and turned around slowly doing a full circle looking at the entire plaza, even on his last trip here he never really took the time to look at it properly. It was an incredible place with the ornate buildings and cathedral standing proud at one end, behind him his hotel and various other buildings, to his left the residence of the governor premier along the boulevard. He turned to face his right side looking down the other end of the boulevard that lead towards the Balenciaga park and the gold imposing gates standing in front of the palace. A shiver ran up his spine staring at the palace again, the flag flying high above the centre of the building and the large Christmas trees standing either side of the palace entrance looked so magical. He couldn't shake the notion that this was a life he couldn't comprehend, yet it held that one person he had to be with. Facing the cathedral again he slowly walked across the central square passing a group of people enjoying a snow ball fight. He looked up at the cathedral, in his head he asked if he really understood this decision, could it for ever change his life beyond expectations? It still scared him the thought of being locked away behind those gold gates. Maybe he was just being silly, it was worth a shot and if he didn't like it they couldn't keep him there. And what of Alex he thought? Was he still interested after Max walked away, would he even forgive him. Doubts running through his head again as he walked over and approached the crowds either side of cathedral entrance. Max joined the crowd on the left side as it looked a little smaller and he found himself standing next to young family full of Christmas cheer and wrapped up appropriately for the weather. The bells of the cathedral started peeling loudly as the mass ended and marking the real start of the festive season, a loud cheer erupted all around him and Max saw his opportunity to squeeze through managing to get to the front of the barrier. Frantic sweeping of the red carpet in front of him was now taking place to clear the new layer of snow, to the right of them the first royal car came to a stop then the second one behind it. The doors to the cathedral opened and the crowd cheered loudly again as the king and queen appeared and waved, slowly making their way along the red carpet acknowledging the gathered crowd and stopping to chat briefly. Max was being pushed this way and that with people surging to get to the front, his eyes though were on the doors when he saw the crown prince appear adjusting his royal tunic, he seemed to be waiting then glanced back as Alex appeared by his side. The cheer grew louder as the two stunning looking prince's flanked by their protection officers stepped out and began the slow walk to their car stopping to shake hands and thank the crowd for coming out in this weather. Max had never seen him in his role in real life and simply watched admiring him, apart from the familiar looking person he was completely different and so dignified. Max remembered how he thought Alex was some how different when they first met and every thought suddenly clicked in to place. Alex was not different he was a prince, that is why he thought there was something more to him in Mauritius. Unfortunately Max's position was near the very end of the walk and they now walked towards their car and he missed the opportunity to get his attention. Alex kept glancing at Alden enjoying the familiar show of the post Christmas mass, both looked genuinely happy as they walked toward their car with Liam mere inches away from Alex at all times. Joining Alden they walked to the open door of their car and Alex glanced to this right smiling and giving a little wave. Max was about to shout but the cheer drowned out Max calling his name and Alex stepped inside the car. Desperate having missed his chance the noise from the crowd suddenly died down as the car door was closed. Max was now so afraid and cold he watched as Liam stood by the car door waiting for it pull away as the protection officers car approached. Max suddenly shouted "Liam!!" he yelled, "Liam! Here!" he repeated waving his hand. Liam glanced unable to recognise the young man with the hat on "Who is that?" Nick asked. "I am not sure" Liam replied and deciding to ignore it. Nick chuckled rubbing his hands to warm them "Something you not telling me?" he asked and Liam laughed. Max shouted his name again "Liam!" then through sheer desperation he shouted, "It's Max!". Liam stared at the person waving "Hang fire Nick" he said glancing at Nick with a concerned look. "I got your back Liam" Nick replied looking around and watching Liam walk over. Max took his hat off as Liam approached him "Thank god!" Max said relieved. "Max?" Liam exclaimed looking at him, "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. "I made a mistake with A..." Max said shivering as Liam covered his mouth to stop him blurting out his name. "Not here Max!" Liam said glancing around at the dispersing crowd now the royals had left. He removed his hand "Sorry!" Max apologised as snow started falling heavily again. Liam checked no one was near "Come with me" he said guiding Max around the barrier. Max followed him quietly "Get in" Liam said then climbed in behind him. Max stared at Nick who climbed in and sat opposite him "Nick" Nick said holding his hand out. "Max" Max replied shaking it and Nick raised his eyebrow in surprise knowing who he was. Liam sat next to Max "Where are you staying?" he asked closing the door. "There" Max pointed to the hotel on the opposite side of the plaza there he said shivering. "You could have dressed properly" Liam said shaking his head, "This isn't Mauritius!". Max briefly smiled "Seriously you think I thought about the weather in the my madness to come here!" he replied. "I will drop you off at the hotel Max" Liam said instructing the driver. "But what about... you know?" Max asked wondering if his attempt was indeed fruitless. "Slow down Max. I will come and see you 6pm, what room are you in?" Liam asked. The car drove round the plaza to the front of the hotel, the short drive was awkward with Nick staring at him clearly trying to suss Max out. The doorman came hurrying over noticing the car pulling up with the royal insignia on the side it also caused a few heads to turn in excitement. "Go and warm up Max and I will come and see you" Liam said as the door opened. Max looked at him "Should I have come?" he asked stepping out of the car and Liam nodded. Max peered back in the car "Liam thank you, I owe you" he said as Nick looked on. "Dam right you will owe me!" Liam replied, "Oh and Max. It is really good to see you here" he said genuinely. The door closed "So that is the famous Max?" Nick asked looking at Liam. "Yes, no idea what he is doing here" Liam replied, "Hopefully he has come to his senses". Nick nodded as he watched Max going in to the hotel "Pretty hot guy" he remarked quietly. Liam chuckled "Hands off! And not a word to anyone that he is here" he pleaded and Nick nodded. Max felt some relief that he had made contact even though it was Liam, he knew how close to Alex he was. He paced up and down in his room for an hour having warmed up and beginning to feel his face again from the cold, at 6pm on the dot there was a knock at his door. Liam had walked in and announced he was off to collect Josh and was already gone by the time Marty arrived far too early for the party Alex was throwing. He was taking it as an opportunity just to sit and chat to Alex since they very rarely actually sat and talked. Alex's day was going really good and his mood was so upbeat it was worrying Marty who sat on the sofa. Artem was bustling around on the phone making sure the kitchen had the correct pizza toppings Alex wanted. Tonight was going to be a hair down and chill out evening of food, drink and casual conversation. It was Alex's way of thanking those close to him for being there during a difficult year, they had been patient whilst Alex went through the turmoil of the last few months. It was plain to see that no awkwardness existed around his circle of confidents and sexual partners over the year, in fact Marty was the one person Alex had more sexual attraction to and vice versa. Marty enjoyed sex, there was no question there but he was also very picky about who with. In one of their conversations he let slip that he wanted an equal, a passionate man that could keep up with his stamina and drive in the bed. That and his thing for dark haired men had Alex questioning why him and Francis, Marty though put it simply that it was sex with people he connected with first and foremost and a trust element. It was after that conversation in particular that Marty and he had formed a very close friendship as well. Artem left them alone to go and change and Alex sat down next to Marty. Liam moved swiftly through the passage ways coming out in the east wing standing in front of two footmen guarding the doors to the monarchs apartments. He spoke quickly and the senior footman nodded and disappeared inside. Returning almost immediately Liam was allowed to enter. "Liam, this is a surprise" the king said sitting on the sofa with the queen enjoying a cup of tea. "Your majesties" Liam said bowing his head, "Max is here in Monrovia" he spoke quickly. "Max?" the queen responded looking up at him, "The one from London?" she asked for clarity and Liam nodded. The king stood up "Here?" he questioned, "Do what you must Liam" he said immediately. Liam nodded "He has come for Prince Alexander" he said informing them both. "Good, I will start the protocol in motion" the king replied, "How is the prince taking it?". "Ah!" Liam exclaimed, "He doesn't know Max is here yet, I am going to see him at his hotel now". "Well we trust Alex's judgement" then queen added, "Liam what is your impression of him?". "Completely nervous if you ask me, he had no idea who the prince is. But he is very genuine your majesty" Liam replied. "Very well. Make sure you get him cleared at the gate he may stay if needed" the queen advised. "Your majesties Max really has no idea what is ahead of him being with the prince" Liam explained. The king stopped before picking up the phone "Liam, can you brief Max on what to expect?" he asked. "Of course your majesty. I have been preparing for this" Liam replied bowing to them both. "Thank you Liam. The governor is ready for this call so it will happen quickly" the king added. Liam walked backwards exiting their apartment, he had never expected the king and queen to react so quickly. He could see the concern on their faces and it was clear how they wanted to open the way easily for Max and their son. Back in the passage way he meandered along the corridors and down the stairs until he was in the garage. Setting off he stopped at the gate house pre-warning them before driving out of the palace gates. "You look tired" Alex said laughing and flopping on the sofa next to Marty. Marty grinned "You try keeping up with Tom, man he is outdoing me. I can't keep up" he replied. "And there was me thinking you were a sex maniac!" Alex remarked laughing. "You haven't been down to see me. How are you?" Marty asked and quickly kissing Alex. Alex shrugged "Okay" he said sitting back cuddling up next to him, "Gets busy this time of year". Marty slowly nodded "And this Josh guy, are you fucking with him?" he asked. "No" Alex replied glancing at him, "Despite what the press say there is nothing going on". Marty grinned "From the pictures he looks dam sexy" he said stroking Alex's head. Alex smiled "Liam has gone to bring him here so you will meet him later" he replied looking up. Marty grinned and nodded "You still hung up on that idiot from London?" he now asked. Alex shook his head "No, maybe" he replied, "Hell I don't know. Yes I am, I can't get over him". Marty nodded "Maybe I should take you out on the town, find you a man" he said. "Nah" Alex replied looking at him, "Not after Greenacres, I am swerving clear of men now". "Yeah you don't do things by half" Marty said, "So what about that dick of a prince?" he asked. "Blacklisted from entering Monrovia" Alex informed him. "Good" Marty said in quiet satisfaction, "I was ready for round two with him". Alex held Marty's hand "Really, thank you for standing up for me that night, I owe you" he said. Marty chuckled "No you don't, you paid me back plenty of times with your arse". Francis came bursting in to the lounge carrying a crate of beers "Whose ready to partyyyy!". Alex and Marty laughed jumping up from the sofa to help Francis struggling to retain his balance and laughing hard. Tom walked in behind Francis a little nervously and dressed all casual for his first party with the prince but his face changed and lighted up seeing Marty there already. Marty turned and smiled then swooned over to Tom "Hello my sexy fucker!" he said kissing him. Francis stood there looking at Marty "Hey!" he said, "I am here as well!". Marty stopped kissing Tom who looked embarrassed "Your damaged goods now" he told Francis winking. Francis laughed and kissed him "Great to see you Marty" he said but rubbing Tom's arse. "Hands off!" Marty said swiping Francis's hand away from Tom, "You have a man" he reminded him The four of them sat on the floor laughing and joking and quickly Tom felt at ease sitting between Marty's legs. Alex ever the thoughtful one didn't make any comment about Tom and Marty, although he was looking on Tom in a completely different light knowing he was not such an innocent 19 year old now. Alex had a little laugh to himself remembering Tom standing their partly naked at Greenacres when he was offered the job. Max walked nervously to the door and opened it to find Liam standing there, he did a quick glance to see if he had brought Alex with him but he was alone. He invited Liam inside and closed the door watching as Liam walked over to the window looking across the plaza and took his coat off. "Funny I never get to see the plaza from this view" Liam said then turned to face Max. Max stared at him unsure what was about to happen "Did you speak to him?" he asked. "No" Liam replied, "Sit down Max" he said instructing Max. Max sat and looked at him "Does he know I am here?" he asked anxiously. "Not yet. Max I must ask, what are you doing here?" Liam asked without beating around the bush. Max looked down at his hands "Answer me honestly Liam, did I make a mistake?". Liam nodded "Yes and not just because I look out for him" he replied sitting next to him, "He is crazily in love with you". Max nodded "I can't get him out of my head Liam" he said nervously, "But who he is scares me". Liam smiled "Max it may seen weird but I am glad it does" he replied. "Why?" Max asked looking confused and facing Liam. "If it didn't then it would be clear you knew who he was from the start" Liam explained. Max nodded "Royal life is not a walk in the park Max I can tell you" Liam informed him. Max looked at him "That is the problem, would we ever be alone just the two of us?" he asked. "Of course but you must understand in his position Artem and I are around" Liam said. Max nodded still unsure and looking pensive "It is a good life Max, busy but good" Liam added. "I see the press articles, every move he makes" Max said, "Is that Josh serious?" he asked. Liam chuckled "Max you need to learn not to trust everything you read" he said honestly. "So there is nothing going on then?" Max asked and Liam shook his head, "Phew!". "You never answered my question Max, what are you doing here?" Liam asked looking at him seriously. Max twiddled his fingers nervously "I think you know why I am here" he replied looking afraid. Liam nodded going in to major speech mode "Max you understand that what and who Alex is was not his choice, it is his birth right and his upbringing has always centred around him being royalty. He has lead a privileged life that some people can only imagine, I am not saying he is spoilt in fact it is the opposite. His parents kept him and his brother grounded and to be respectful of others not matter who they are in life. Who you got to know in Mauritius was a young man who was neither a prince or royal for two weeks, you know the real Alex and that is something only a few people very close to him have ever seen. There was never any plan to deceive you. He wanted two weeks where he was Alex, plain and simple. He never thought he would fall in love during that time and we have had to deal with months of his anguish over you. He told me that the way you got so nervous asking him to go on that dinner date was when he fell in love with you. He knew it was not down to who he was but how you saw and go to know". Liam paused and looked at Max who was listening so diligently so he carried on "People will always be around him due to his status, assisting him, serving him and protecting him. Alex was very unhappy earlier this year and almost turned his back on his identity in a desperate bid to lead a normal life, even if he did he would never be able to escape his title or family unless he moved far away. That is how we ended up in Mauritius, to give him some breathing space. You may see the happy prince in photographs but I what I know is different and I believe you are the only one who can fix this, you are the one he loves and he can't move on from that". Liam walked across the room and turned to Max "If you have come to play games with him I will not hesitate to intervene and remove you from the picture one way or another for ever!". Max sat there looking at Liam, his last sentence was indeed a very clear threat that did nothing to quell his nerves. In that one sentence Max could see just how devoted Liam was to Alex, in fact he thought it bordered on love and that he would go to any length to protect the prince. He was unable to speak trying to take every thing in that Liam was saying. Max nodded "I am not here to hurt him" he said softly, "I love him Liam" he replied, "I have come to find him". Liam sat next to Max and smiled before going in to another speech "This is how it goes Max, I will get you in to the palace to meet with Alex. It will not end there so you need to be prepared for what lies ahead for not just you but your family and close friends. First you will have to meet with the king alone, Alex cannot be present during that first meeting. The king and queen will then see you both together and only after that will the king formally approach the Royal Chamber Council seeking approval. During all of this your background will be thoroughly checked out to make sure you are suitable and that includes your family. Then the council will vote if the union is acceptable before any formal confirmation is given at your meeting with the governor premier then and only then does it become official". Liam stopped talking and was facing a rather shocked looking Max, "I think I have got it right" Liam said scratching his head. "Is this all normal?" Max asked trying to remember everything Liam had told him. "Yes, that is the correct protocol going in to a relationship with royalty here" Liam replied. "Shit!" Max said shaking his head, "What have I let myself in for?" he asked. Liam chuckled "It sounds worse than it is and I have a feeling this will happen quickly Max". Liam stood up "The king and queen know what happened in London" he said. Max looked up at him "I came back the following morning but you had all gone" he said sadly. Liam looked surprised at this "The king flew over that night and took Alex back early morning". Max walked over to where Liam stood "Guess I am already in their bad books" he remarked. "No" Liam replied quickly, "Far from it Max, they have granted you access to the palace". Max looked at him "They know I am here then?" he asked. Liam nodded "Yes, hence why I have given you a quick briefing of what to expect in the next few days". Max looked out the window "What if he turns me down?" he asked watching the snow falling. "Then you leave, simple as that" Liam replied quite abruptly, "His welfare is my responsibility". Max nodded and Liam looked at him "What changed Max. I mean you flew out here?" Liam asked. "My mother" Max replied, "She told me when you love someone you have to adapt your life". "Sound advice" Liam said, "Your life will change Max, that much is for sure". Max nodded "I sort of know it will as long as he still wants me". Liam stood "Get your coat on, I have to collect Josh before going back to the palace" he said. Max stood "Am I coming with you then?" he asked taken by surprise. "Yes" Liam replied, "Bring your passport as security will need to check it" he advised Max. "Okay" Max replied heading to the wardrobe and retrieving it from the safe. "Max, you are about to step in to his world, I need you to be very sure you want this" Liam said. Max nodded "I love Alex and I have to do this, I want to be with him". Max found Liam to be quite daunting and intimidating at times when he had his royal hat on, nothing like the beach going stud he met in Mauritius, he also knew that this was Liam in his official capacity. He followed on in silence getting in to the BMW and driving across the city to collect Josh. Liam waited for Josh to get inside the car noticing the surprised look on his face finding this strange guy sat there. "Oh! Hello" Josh said sitting down and closing the door. "Josh this is Max" Liam said introducing them and they briefly shook hands. "You a friend of... holy shit, London Max?" Josh asked looking at him carefully. He nodded "I guess you know about me?" Max asked figuring that Alex must have mentioned him. Josh nodded "Yes, not a lot though. Only hear your name mentioned every time with Alex" he replied. Max looked a little embarrassed as Liam told Josh that he must not mention anything to Alex. He completely understood that Alex didn't know Max had arrived unexpectantly today. Max looked at the imposing gates that he had stood outside earlier and watched as they opened and their car entered then turned left to the security building to get clearance. Josh could sense the nerves in Max and leaned in telling him that he almost pissed himself the first time he came to the palace. It was just the icebreaker Max needed to know he was not alone feeling out of place and they quickly started rambling on to each other about what they did. By the time Liam reappeared Josh had persuaded Max to take him to the Monrovia Museum of Art and Culture to tell him about the paintings there and in return Josh would make him a one of a kind shirt. Liam was quite surprised to see them chatting and laughing together so effortlessly. Back in the car they drove the final half mile to the palace rounding the side they dropped down in to the garage underneath. Josh commented that they used the tradesman entrance as they were not royal enough to use the front door which helped ease the nerves Max felt knowing what was above them. Tradesman entrance or not the passageways was a warren of corridors going through several security doors then up several flights of stairs and finally another security door that Liam pressed his finger against the the door clicked open leading in to a very ordinary but stylish lounge and bedroom. "Come on in" Liam said, "This is where I live, across from Alex" he informed Max. Max shook his head "I am so disorientated" he stated. Liam laughed "That is whole point of the passageways, don't worry you get use to it" he said. Liam looked outside in to the hallway "Josh you go in and tell him I will be along in a minute". Josh nodded "Mums the word" he said winking at Max. Max was torn between excitement and feeling sick right now "I hope this goes well" he said. Liam smiled "Wait here and I will send Alex to you" he said standing at the door. Liam watched as Josh knocked entering the lounge where Alex came running over "Josh you came" he said. "Of course your highness" Josh said bowing and following protocol then kissing Alex on the cheek. "And Liam?" Alex asked looking out in to the hallway. "He will be here shortly after he has changed" Josh replied. Alex took Josh around the room for a quick introduction. It didn't take anyone intelligent to suddenly see the way Marty looked at Josh, being completely struck by how good looking and just up his street Josh was in person. Josh felt it immediately staring in to those eyes but he was also guarded about such instincts, all he could see was that this was one sexy looking guy he thought trying to retain some dignity in the presence of royalty. Alex fetched Josh a beer and Liam arrived casually biding a few minutes he went straight over to chat to Josh before he walked back over to Alex. "Alex, there is a special present in my room for you" Liam said quietly in his ear. Alex grinned "Why didn't you bring it with you?" he asked keeping his voice low. Liam chuckled "You need to go and see it for yourself" he said guiding Alex to the door. "How will I know, is it on the bed?" Alex asked. Liam smiled "You will see it clearly enough" he replied without giving anything away. "But it is not Christmas yet!" Alex complained trying to stop Liam guiding him. Liam pushed him "It won't keep until Christmas, you need to see it now" he replied. Alex stood in the hallway for a moment then crossed over to Liam's door. Inside Max stood behind the door waiting hearing Alex complaining to Liam, Max was almost bottling it and anxious with worry how Alex was going to react to him being here. The door opened and Alex strode in looking around briefly then disappearing in to the bedroom. Max closed the door and stood in the middle of the room waiting patiently. Stupid idiot he heard Alex moan walking back in to the lounge. For a moment Alex stared at the person standing in the lounge confused and very bewildered. His eyes taking in the sight slowly, his head computing it was Max standing there yet he was in the wrong place and he was not or even ever expecting to see him. The shock of seeing him had completely stumped Alex as he stood staring with his mouth slightly open, he didn't know what to make of Max standing there looking at him. He couldn't find the words or actions remembering Max walking away in London.

Part 12 - Friends, partners and cheaters Although I was not always faithful to my long term partner, I did always try to avoid shagging any of his close friends - it was something that just didn't feel right. I was, however, always very tempted by his friend Joe, who was one of his closest friends. Joe lived in the north-east of England and would quite often come down to London to stay with us and now and then we would go up and stay with Joe for a few days. He and my partner had been at uni together and had stayed good friends. Joe was quite small and chunky and I always thought he had a fit body and really great arse. I liked Joe a lot and got on well with him and he would quite often flirt with me, especially when my partner wasn't around, and, enjoyable as this was, neither of us ever took it any further. We had come close a couple of times though. One Saturday afternoon when Joe was staying with us and my partner was at work the two of us went out for lunch and Joe had a few drinks with his meal. When we came back we were watching a film and Joe commented on how attractive one of the guys in the film was and I agreed. We started talking about other guys we found attractive and I could see that Joe, like me, was getting a bit turned on. We were sitting quite close to each other and a few minutes later we were kissing and feeling each other up. It was really horny being kissed by Joe and as he put his hand on the front of my trousers, my hand felt his cock pushing against his trackie bottoms. We kissed for a while and then we both broke away. We looked at each other and then Joe got up. I was really turned on now, and I knew that Joe was too, not least because I could clearly see what looked like a very impressive cock sticking up at the front of his trousers. It was Joe who spoke first. "We can't," he said. Horny as I was, I knew he was right, and I nodded. Joe decided to go out for a walk and when he came back, we didn't refer to what had happened. When my partner came in from work we carried on totally as normal. It was about a year later when my partner and I were staying with Joe for a few days before Christmas. We had all gone to bed and I was finding it hard to get to sleep. After a while I decided to get up and get myself a cold drink. I pulled on a pair of pants and a T shirt and made my way quietly to the kitchen. In doing so, I disturbed Joe's cat who appeared in the hallway and started to meow. A few minutes later, Joe appeared, looking sleepy. He too was wearing just a T shirt and a pair of pants and I could see the outline of his cock, which looked as if it was semi hard. Joe saw me looking and his cock grew visibly in his pants. We looked at each other and them listened for a moment. The cat was quiet now and there was no sound from the bedroom I was sharing with my partner. Joe pulled me into the bathroom and within seconds we were kissing. Kissing Joe was just as horny as it had been before, and this time I knew we weren't going to stop. I could feel Joe's hard cock pushing against me and soon my hand was in his pants and then his pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. Joe sighed as I began to suck his cock and it seemed to grow bigger and harder in my mouth as I sucked him. Joe's hand was down the back of my pants now and his finger found my hole. I kept sucking him as he wet his finger and pushed it into my arse hole. I sucked him even harder as he fingered my arse and seconds later I was bent over the sink as Joe pushed the head of his cock against my hole. "Are you ok without a condom?" he whispered and I nodded. I could feel the head of his wet cock pushing into my hole and I bent forward as he pushed up me and began to fuck. Joe's cock really filled my arse and I started to wank myself as he fucked me, both of us trying to be as quiet as possible. It was one of the horniest fucks I had ever had and I enjoyed every minute of it. Joe was shafting me really hard now and I could tell he was getting close. He leaned forward and breathed in my ear "Can I cum in you?". I nodded and he began to thrust his cock even harder up my arse and then he put his arms around me and pulled me against him as he pushed right up me and whispered "Oh fuck!" as he began to pump my arse full of cum. When Joe pulled out of me he took hold of my cock and began to wank me and it wasn't long before I shot my load out in front of me. We were both out of breath as we looked at each other and Joe mopped his brow with his T shirt. We listened for a moment, but there was still no sound and a few minutes I slipped quietly back into bed next to my partner, who was still fast asleep. I could feel that Joe had shot a really big load up me. It was not the first time I had laid next to my partner with someone else's load up my arse, but it was the first time it had been dumped there by one of his closest friends. Joe and I talked the next day and agreed that we shouldn't do it again and we never did. When I split with my partner a couple of years later I lost touch with Joe - but it was definitely one of the horniest fucks I ever had. I also tried to avoid fucking around with the partners of my friends for much the same reason - it just didn't feel right. There have been a few occasions, however, when I have broken my own rule and enjoyed it. A couple of years after I had split with my partner, I was up in Glasgow for a few days and on the Friday evening I was out with group of friends for a meal in the centre of Glasgow to celebrate a friend's birthday. One of my other friends, John, was feeling a bit off colour and decided to stay at home. John and his partner, Stuart, lived outside Glasgow and, as I don't drink and was taking my car, I had offered to run them home at the end of the night. When John phoned me to tell me he wasn't coming, he said that Stuart could get a cab home, but I said I was happy to run him home and we arranged that I would come in for a coffee and see John. I didn't know Stuart that well - although he had been with John for a few years I had only met him a few times. He was a good looking guy in his late 20s- slim and dark haired with a really fit arse, which I had always thought filled out his trousers very well. It was a really good evening. I enjoyed the meal and the company and caught up with a few friends I hadn't seen for a while. Stuart was sitting opposite me at the meal. He had come straight from work and was dressed in a very smart shirt and trousers. He told us he had gone for a few drinks with colleagues after work and he also had a few with his meal, and when it came to the end of the evening he admitted he was a bit drunk. As we drove out of the city, Stuart told me he didn't often get drunk and added "It's probably just as well!" I asked him what he meant and he grinned at me and said he sometimes did things he shouldn't when he had too much to drink. We drove on and Stuart asked me if I was enjoying being single or was looking for another relationship and I said I was happy being single for now. Stuart grinned again and asked me if I was having fun. I said I was doing ok and he grinned at me again. "Glad to hear it!" he said. A little later, his hand was on my knee and, as I didn't stop him, he slowly moved it further up until he was feeling my cock through my trousers. I thought about stopping him, but I was really turned on by what Stuart was doing and my cock was hard. He grinned at me again and began to rub my cock as we drove along. We were getting close to where Stuart and John lived and Stuart asked me if I wanted to take a little detour. A short time later, we were parked in a wooded area some way back from the road, my trousers and pants were down and Stuart was sucking my cock. I knew I could have stopped things going this far, but I hadn't wanted to and I was really horny now. Stuart sucked me for a while longer and before long I was getting close. I pulled my cock out his mouth and told him it was my turn. He raised his arse and pulled his pants and trousers down and I took hold of his cock. I wanked him a few times and then went down on him. A short time later, we were out of the car and Stuart was bent over the driver's seat, his smart trousers and white pants were down and his arse was in the air. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hairy hole - something I had wanted to do for some time. His hole was just a little bit funky, but I really didn't care and pushed my tongue right up him. He was moaning softly now as I continued to lick his arse, enjoying every minute of it. He looked over his shoulder. "Fuck me!" he said. I asked if he was sure and he nodded. "I don't have a condom," I said. Stuart looked at me, "I don't care if you don't!" he said with a drunken grin and a few minutes later he was reaching round pulling his cheeks apart as I pushed my cock up his arse. I went up him surprisingly easily and, after giving him a moment to get used to my cock, I began to fuck him. Stuart was wanking and giving satisfied little grunts as I fucked him. "Harder," he moaned, "Do it harder!" He was pushing his arse back against me as I began to fuck him harder and, as I could feel myself starting to get close, I took hold of his hips and fucked him as hard as I could. He was really into it and was urging me to fuck him harder and cum in his arse and, after a while I felt myself starting to cum. I shot what felt like a massive load up him - it felt like I was never going to stop. Stuart was moaning "Oh yeah...fuck yeah!" as I loaded his cheating arse. A short time later I was having a coffee with Stuart and John, who was now feeling a bit better. Fortunately he had no idea that I had just fucked and bred his partner. Stuart and I fucked quite a few times after that, always without a condom and always without his partner being any the wiser. Stuart more or less told me that he was letting other guys fuck him now and then and quite often doing it without a condom. As far as I knew, his partner never found out. A year or two later I had another horny experience with a cheating boyfriend when I was in central London one Saturday afternoon for lunch with some friends. A large group of us met for lunch and then most of us were going to the theatre in the evening. After the meal, we had a few hours to spare before we were due to meet at the theatre. Some of them were going for a drink, but I was feeling horny and decided to slip away and spend a couple of hours at the Vault - always one of my favourite cruise bars - and said I was going to take a walk into town. At the meal, I had been sitting with my good friend Michael, and two of his friends I hadn't met before, who were down from Scotland for the week. One of them, Peter, was a good looking, slim dark haired guy in his late 20s, and his partner, Scott, was a few years older. Scott and Michael were joining the others for a drink and Peter said he was going to take a walk into town as he had not been to London before. I was hoping he wouldn't suggest coming with me, but he seemed quite happy to wander off on his own and soon I was making my way through the town centre towards the Vault. As I got to the street where the Vault is located, I saw a figure up ahead of me and realised it was Peter. He was walking up the street and was clearly looking at the numbers and I guessed he was looking for the Vault. I hung back a bit and watched as Peter arrived outside the Vault, hesitated for a moment, and then went in the door and down the stairs. This was getting interesting. When I entered the Vault, Peter was just handing the basket with his jacket and bag in it over the bar and I heard him order a lager. He hadn't seen me, and I waited until he had gone before going up to the bar myself. I handed over my stuff and got a drink and when I turned round, the first person I saw was Peter. He looked horrified and even in the semi-darkness of the bar I could see that he his face was brick red. I said "Hi." and trying to put him at ease I smiled at him. "It's ok," I said, "I'm not going to say anything." He smiled uneasily and I suggested he come and have a drink with me. He seemed a little more relaxed now but clearly felt he needed to explain himself. He told me he didn't usually cheat on his boyfriend and explained that he had heard that the Vault had gloryholes and he wanted to check them out as he had never experienced a gloryhole before. He said he just wanted to try it and said "I would never do anything.....you know.....unsafe". He lowered his voice as he said the word "unsafe" and I told him he really didn't need to explain anything and assured him again I wouldn't say anything to anyone. "Go suck some cock!" I said and he grinned. The bar was getting a bit busier now as it often did later on a Saturday afternoon and I was soon having some fun in the room with the barrels. I soon lost sight of Peter and assumed that he had found the glory hole cabins. After a while I went for a wander and saw Peter standing outside the glory hole cabins next to a fit looking ginger guy in a baseball cap. Peter grinned at me as I walked past and I grinned back at him. When I came back round again a little later, the gloryhole cabins were all still occupied and Peter and the ginger guy were standing in the recess area next to the cabins. They both had their pants down and they were kissing and wanking each other. I moved back so that Peter couldn't see me and watched as the ginger guy went down on Peter's cock. After a while, they changed places and Peter went down and started sucking the ginger guy. I was just about to move on and leave them to it when the ginger guy said something to Peter and he nodded. Peter then stood up and turned round to face the wall, bending forward and pushing his arse out. They ginger guy took out some lube and fingered some into Peter's arse. This was getting interesting and it got even more interesting as the ginger guy moved in behind Peter. He pulled Peter's cheeks apart, lined up his cock, and pushed it slowly right up him. I heard Peter groan as the ginger guy pushed right up him and began to fuck. Peter's eyes were closed and he was playing with his cock as the ginger guy fucked him. I was really turned on as I watched Peter being fucked bareback - so much for his assurance that he would never do anything unsafe! The ginger guy was fucking him faster now and his breathing was getting heavier and I guessed that he was getting ready to cum up Peter's arse and a few minutes later he thrust his cock hard up Peter's arse and held it there and I knew he was breeding him. The next time I saw Peter he was having a drink at the bar and then I lost sight of him again. I went back to the room with the barrels and watched a slim young blond lad being fucked. The blond lad seemed to be offering his arse to anyone who wanted to do him and I watched a few guys cum in him. I took my turn up his arse for a while but I didn't want to cum yet and pulled out to let an older guy take over. I made my way back to the gloryhole cabins and just as I got there, one of the end cubicles opened and a guy came out. I quickly slipped in and shut the door. I bent down to look through the gloryhole and saw that the occupant of the next cubicle was Peter. He was busy sucking on a cock at the hole on the other side of his cubicle and I saw that he had taken his pants and trousers off and was naked from the waist down. As I watched, Peter stopped sucking the cock and stood up. He turned round and, taking hold of the cock at the hole, he positioned it against his arse and backed on to it. He grunted and bent forward as the guy on the other side of the hole began to fuck him. I stood up as Peter's fingers tapped on the hole and, without giving him any chance to see it was me, pushed my cock through into his mouth. Peter sucked me very well as the guy in the other cubicle fucked him up the arse. I was really turned on by the fact that Peter had no idea he was sucking my cock and even more turned on by the fact that he was being fucked bareback through the gloryhole as he sucked me. I could hear the guy in the next cubicle groaning loudly and I was fairly sure he was unloading in Peter's arse. A minute or two later, Peter stopped sucking me and I looked through the hole just in time to see a cock being pulled back through the other hole. Peter tapped the hole again and as I got up to push my cock through, he turned round and pushed his arse towards me, pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hairy arse hole which I could see was loaded with cum as he took hold of my cock and backed on to it. I was so turned on by the situation that I found it hard not to shoot my load up Peter as soon as I went up his arse so I waited a moment and then I began to fuck him. I could tell he was sucking on another cock as I fucked him and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I tried to last as long as I could but before too much longer I was shooting my load right up Peter's already cum filled hole. As I pulled my cock back through the hole, I saw Peter backing on to a thick black cock which he had obviously been sucking on as I fucked him. I pulled up my pants and left the cubicle, making way for a fit looking older guy, who I guessed would soon be getting a turn up Peter's arse. I had a drink at the bar and then decided I had better make my way to the theatre to meet the others. As I left the bar, I wondered just how many loads Peter had actually taken up his unprotected, cheating arse. This was, of course, like the other stories in this thread, well before the advent of anything like Prep and, I couldn't help being turned on by the thought of Peter going back to his unsuspecting boyfriend with his arse well and truly loaded with cum. I re-joined my friends in the theatre bar and Peter arrived a little later and joined his unsuspecting partner. I have met Peter a few times since then and he knows that the secret of his trip to the Vault is safe with me. Of course, he doesn't know that I know exactly what he actually got up to in there and to this day he has absolutely no idea that I fucked him! Part 13 to follow

• Here's a new story for you guys. I have the first two chapters written and the rest is outlined... Enjoy... xxx • Our Boyfriends’ Cummy Holes Chapter 1 of 5. Andy and I were pals at work. We flirted with each other around the office, but nothing too serious. Andy was a nice guy, and I bet he didn’t know what I pig I could be. I knew Andy had a really serious boyfriend and didn’t want to screw that up for him. I’d been seeing a guy but we’d decided to give each other some space for a while, but more on that later. After a frisky day of Andy teasing me at the office, he invited me out for a beer after work and we chatted. I confessed that his flirtations turned me on. He asked if I wanted to get to know him and his partner better. Andy’s boyfriend, Luke, looked very sexy in the photos he showed me on his phone, tall, husky, furry, and a great smile. He was a bit older and rarely went out. I guess you could say in spite of his handsome looks, he was shy, which made Andy’s biggest turn on a little tough to explore. Andy scooted closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards him and discreetly whispering. He told me that he was a huge exhibitionist and loved putting on a show with Luke. I nodded and told him that sounded hot. He told me he sometimes invited a guy or two over to watch him fuck Luke in their bedroom. He was hoping to get a chance to fuck Luke in a more public setting sometime. I asked if he’d ever seen Luke take someone else’s cum and he shook his head no. I asked why he was telling me this and he told me he’d heard rumors that I had a wild side. I told him he might be right. I went on to tell Andy that I’d had some fun public times with my former main squeeze. I chuckled to myself as Andy confessed what he thought was so filthy, not knowing the raunchy things I’d done with my boy. I asked if he wanted to know about those kinds of things I had gotten up to with my boyfriend. He eagerly nodded. I told him to get comfortable. Back when I had a steady boyfriend, we’d done our fair share of swapping and hooking up. I told Andy that I used to love sliding into my boy’s ass after he’d just taken someone else’s load. Andy asked for more details. I told Andy about our trip to Spain, where I went bent my boyfriend over in the backroom of a gay bar. The locals and tourists watched me bareback him and jerked off to us fucking. When I finished inside my boy and pulled out with a juicy plop, a stranger walked over and without asking, shot a big juicy load all over my boy’s cum-oozing hole. Some splattered across his smooth cheeks and crack, but some shot directly into his stretched-open hole. It turned us both on, and freaked us both out. Another guy stepped up like he wanted a turn, and my boy stood up and said, ‘all done for tonight,’ and then pulled up his pants. We made a quick exit. How had we gone from being exhibitionists on holiday to him having a stranger spay his cum right onto, and even into, his open hole? When we got back to our hotel, my boy asked what we should do. I suggested I eat his ass and suck as much of that strangers cum off and out of him as possible, then maybe a soothing hot bath. Eating that stranger’s cum, mixed with my own made me so hard. I suggested I fuck him again to see if my dick head could squeegee out his guts. He moaned as I railed his tender hole and filled him up again. I ate that seed up too before we climbed into the tub together. Andy cleared his throat muttering, ‘a stranger’s cum in your boy’s hole, and you ate it…’ I grinned and asked if he wanted me to go on. Andy nodded. To be continued…

There's been a lot of back and forth here about whether ejaculating inside someone who's specifically asked you not to qualifies as "rape". Let's get a few things straight: first, rape has a legal definition (in each state), and I suspect that in most of them, ejaculation has nothing to do with it. For instance, here's the Louisiana statutory definition of rape: A. Rape is the act of anal, oral, or vaginal sexual intercourse with a male or female person committed without the person's lawful consent. B. Emission is not necessary, and any sexual penetration, when the rape involves vaginal or anal intercourse, however slight, is sufficient to complete the crime. C. For purposes of this Subpart, "oral sexual intercourse" means the intentional engaging in any of the following acts with another person: (1) The touching of the anus or genitals of the victim by the offender using the mouth or tongue of the offender. (2) The touching of the anus or genitals of the offender by the victim using the mouth or tongue of the victim. --------- So, assuming the sex itself was consented to, it's not technically "rape" (in this state) if the bottom says "Don't cum in me" and the top does anyway. In fact, I don't think there is (in Louisiana law, again) any criminal statute that would specifically address this behavior. But that doesn't mean it's not, as I say, "rape-adjacent" or some form of sexual assault. It is. If a person gives consent to a particular sex act *under specified conditions* and those conditions are violated, that's wrong. And it's entirely unnecessary. We all know there are plenty of bottom men out there who are perfectly happy to be bred. Anyone who feels the need to violate someone's consent in order to cum in a bottom who clearly and specifically said "Don't" is a first-degree shit of a person. Some of you, undoubtedly, will wear that as a badge of honor. It's not.

This is not so different from my first time. I was fift.een and met this 47 yo online. A few days later I went to his house that was near my school. He said we would just kiss and have fun. 5 minutes later I had his cock down my throat. Then he put me on the bed, laying on my back, and he started rubbing his dick on my hole. I asked for a condom and he used one. But he broke the condom and I only realized it when I felt his cum inside me. I was really scared and never had sex with him again. Now I'm a chaser and I know I lost a huge opportunity. Now I'm 30 and I found him again, but he is in a serious relationship.

I hear you @Assmunch I wanted to savor everything and it’s like a good meal, you savor everything and then are shocked when that last tid bit of delicious morsel is gone. That’s what @losolent has done to us, with each chapter, especially this one, we can’t stop but read and read until we get to the end and just are shocked how much his writing has drawn us but then we are done reading. My god this is so great @losolent and I have to say I am loving Marty’s, Tom’s and Josh’s dynamic. I wonder if Josh is as kinky as Marty and Tom 😉

A few times, I've been with dominant guys and have pretended to be very innocent, making them 'persuade' me to bottom raw on the condition they pull out. Every time, they've held me down at the critical moment, flooded me and said they couldn't control it. Obviously, that is exactly what we both wanted from the start 😉

Yes, being positive and having poz sex is euphoric for me. I set up my own conversion party. I know the dates of the weekend I was infected and I know the date on which I converted. I celebrate both anniversaries each year and still am in touch with two of the three guys who infected me.

Chapter 6 - Tre’s POV When Javi was letting Ty get on his cock for the second time, I went out to the bathroom to hit up my contact. I noticed we were almost out of G. I told him that I need to re-up on G, T, X, and some Viagra if he had any. My contact, ever so great, hit me right back and told me I was in luck and could get all of that in about an hour. He asked if I wanted it delivered, and I told him yes, but that we had company if he didn’t mind an unfamiliar face. He was like nah as long as he’s good with everything, you know I’m down to meet new guys. So, I told him just to text when he was pulling into our apartment complex. As we both got off of Ty, my phone buzzed. I went and checked and my contact told me he was going to be at my front door in like 5 min. So, I looked at Javi and said, “Papi, Kenny is pulling up to get us more supplies. He should be here in about 5 min. Can you keep Ty occupied while I take care of things?” “Yeah, that’s cool. Is he going to chill or just get down to business?” asked Javi. “Who’s Kenny?” asked Tyler. “He’s our dealer. We are out of G, so I messaged him while you guys were playing earlier to see if he could drop some more by. He’s a cool guy and might want to chill, but I didn’t want to speak for you and invite another guy over if you’re not comfortable, Ty babe.” “Oh, is he a cool guy? Does he like to play around?” Ty asked. Javi just laughed. “Kenny is mad cool and he definitely likes to play. But, I’m not sure you’re ready for him yet.” “What do you mean?” “Well he’s a really cool guy but he gets into getting very spun out and fucking all night long. Don’t get me wrong, he’s great in bed. But since you were a virgin just a few hours earlier, Kenny may go a little far for your tastes,” Javi said. I looked at Ty, and he blushed as he looked back at Javi and smiled impishly and asked, “Does he have a big dick?” It was my turn to laugh now. “Spoken like a true cock whore. Yes, baby boy. He’s got a big dick. Even bigger than my 10” but if you want to play with him, you have to do what he says. He doesn’t like bottoms who talk back or question him, and he will get us all high as fuck if that’s what you want. But, don’t make a decision yet. I’ll bring him in here so you can meet him, and we’ll go from there.” Ty nodded and Javi started kissing him again right as my phone buzzed. Kenny was at the door, so I went to let him in. He is used to playing with us, but I don’t normally greet him naked. Kenny just smirked and asked if he interrupted something. So, I told Kenny all about Tyler and what he had done so far tonight. I could see Kenny start to tent out his sweatpants a little when he asked if Tyler really was hot. I told him to come see for himself. Kenny and I went back to the bedroom. When we got in there, Javi was already balls deep in Ty hitting him from behind doggy style with Ty grunting and begging for Javi’s dick. I motioned Kenny to the dresser, and he started getting everything out that I told him I needed. As we’re getting each item settled, I can see Ty looking over at Kenny basically only seeing his back, but he kept looking anyway trying to get a better look at Kenny. Kenny leaned into me so that only I could hear him and told me that I had one fine ass white boy on my bed and he asked if I was sure he was a virgin just before tonight. I told him yes and that we got him high on weed, T, G, and poppers. Kenny just raised an eyebrow and asked if he’d ever done that stuff before, so I told him I think he’d only done weed before. Kenny then asked if Ty had been slammed or done X before. I told him no to both. “Do you think he’d want to try?” Kenny asked me. “Bro, probably. He might get freaked out by needles so we just have to see how it goes. Are you wanting to play with him? He keeps looking over here to see if he can get a look at you, but your back is to him, so I’m pretty sure he’s down.” Kenny then turned so that his profile was viewable from the bed instead of his back but still was looking at me. Ty looked again and saw the bulge in Kenny’s sweats and his eyes rolled back into his head. I’m not sure if that was from Javi’s fucking or him imagining what Kenny’s dick would feel like. I just chuckled and whispered to Kenny, “Why don’t you go sit by the headboard while I introduce you?” Kenny just nodded and then proceeded to sit down on the bed in front of Ty and Javi fucking. “Yo, Javi. Sup?” “Shiiitt, Kenny. I’m balls deep in this white boy pussy that’s gripping my dick like it’s the last dick on earth.” Right then Ty just grunted and told Javi to fuck his white boy pussy harder and fill it up with his special seed. Kenny looked at me and raised his eyebrow. I just shook my head and said, “Ty, this is our bud Kenny. He wanted to meet you.” “Yeah, Ty man. You’re hella sexy. I love small white boys who like to get spun and fucked.” Ty just smiled shyly and looked up at Kenny. “Well, I didn’t know it until tonight, but I love getting fucked by big dicks, especially from guys that aren’t white. I was a virgin until tonight, but now I’ve had three different dicks in me tonight, and I love them all.” “Three?” Kenny asked. I jumped in and told Kenny that we actually met Ty through Xavier because they work together. Kenny looked back at Ty and started talking to him more, asking him about work, Xavier, how he liked getting fucked by all three of them. Ty answered while getting fucked and Kenny just slowly strocked his dick through his sweatpants making Ty even more curious and wanting to see what was in his pants. “Do you see something you like, little buddy? Maybe you want to try my big dick too?” Kenny asked. Ty just got red in the face again and said he would definitely like to suck his dick while Javi fucked him. Kenny just laughed and told Ty that oral leads to getting fucked. He doesn’t just do oral and that he would need to catch up with them and get high if he was going to fuck Ty like a good slender white boy pussy should be fucked. Ty smiled and told Kenny that he would like to get fucked by him too, but that he might want some more G too because Kenny looked big. Kenny chuckled and said, “Yeah, white boy. I’ll get you some more G and a nice big slam right after I do mine.” “What’s a slam?” Ty asked. Kenny leaned over and kissed Ty deep and long. When he pulled away, he just told him to watch him and learn. He got up and went to his backpack and pulled out a small zipper pouch and a huge bag of T crystals. Ty went bug-eyed and told him that was a lot of T. Kenny just patted him on the head and told him to watch. Knowing he was going to slam, I went and got him some hot water and sat it down for him on the bedside table. “Thanks, Tre. Do you guys want a slam too?” Deep inside Ty, Javi shouts, “Fuck yes, let’s all slam and get freaky as fuck!” I just looked at Kenny and said, “What he said.” I watched as Kenny pulled out 4 needles and kept looking at Ty for reactions. He was definitely enjoying the fuck, but I could also tell he was fascinated and maybe a little scared. Kenny crushed up some nice shards to a fine dust and put .4 in three of the needles and then .7 in the last one. I just raised my eyebrow at him, and he smiled wickedly. Javi was too busy fucking Ty to notice, but Ty asked, “Why did you put more in that last one?” “That one’s for me, sexy, so I can catch up with where you guys are now.” Kenny then put each needle into the water and slowly pulled water into each one and put them back in the water to help the dust melt into the water in each needle's reservoir. After that, he pulled out his vial of G, and told Ty to open up. Ty’s eyes lit up, and he quickly opened his mouth. Kenny put three big shots under his tongue while I handed Ty the open bottle of Gatorade. Ty quickly swallowed and swished the Gatorade in his mouth. “That stuff tastes nasty, but I love how it makes me feel.” Kenny nodded and got up from the bed and gave me two shots, gave Javi two shots, and then gave himself two shots as we all chugged the Gatorade after to get the taste out of our mouths. He then went back to the cup with the needles and pulled the first one out and asked, “Who’s first?” Ty quickly went bug-eyed again and kinda tensed up, but before he could say anything, Javi yelled, “Me! I am! Slam me while I’m fucking this white cum whore. You know as soon as I slam I shoot a huge load, so let me plant that special seed deep in this little white boy pussy where it belongs.” Kenny just laughed and took the needle to Javi. Javi stopped his thrusting, and Ty looked over his shoulder to see what was going on. Kenny expertly found a vein, pulled back and got a register of blood in the vial, and then pushed quickly emptying the contents in Javi’s veins. As Kenny pulled the needle out, Javi licked the spot where a little blood came out and raised his arm above his head. He then said low and almost in a growl, “Fuck yes!” while grabbing Ty’s hips and pounded him hard. Less than 10 thrusts later, Javi howled, “I’m cumming! Fuck that’s some good shit. This ass is the best. I could fuck it all night.” I looked at Ty who was just grunting and taking the cum deep in his ass. His eyes fluctuated some, and I could see him moaning in pleasure. As Javi was still unloading into Ty, Kenny came up to me and started my slam. He quickly found my vein and before he pushed in, I asked, “I’ve never seen you do more than .4. Are you really doing .7?” As Kenny pushed the plunger down, “Fuck no. That’s for the kid. I’m going to get him so high we can use his ass all night.” Kenny pulled the needle out and raised my arm as I coughed. “Damn, this is some premo shit. Javi, hurry up, I need some ass.” “All yours, babe. I just shot my last pulse deep inside his inner hole.” Javi and I switched places and I slowly pushed all 10 inches of my cock deep inside Tyler’s super wet hole. I couldn’t help but groan almost at the exact same time that Ty did. His hole was open, wet, hot, and ready for more dick, and with the T rushing through my veins my dick was ready to tear up his ass more. “I’m going to do mine now. Do you want to watch, Ty?” Kenny asked Ty as he picked up his needle from the cup of warm water. “It’s T, right? Why do you do it that way versus smoking it like we have been?” “Well, this way it gets in your system quicker, makes you feel 10 times hornier, for me it makes my dick rock hard and ready to fuck, and I just prefer how good I feel. Look at Javi. He just nutted all in you and all he can do right now is feel all over his hot Latino stud body and jerk his dick.” Javi laughed, “Hell yeah man. I’m ready to fuck again, or get one of you studs to breed my hole too.” I laughed and so did Kenny. “OK, Ty. I’ll walk you through what I’m doing.” As he pulled the orange cap off the needle, he said, “I’m going to now slowly insert this into my vein. Now that I’m in it, I slowly pull back on the plunger, and if I did it right, you should see a little bit of blood mix in with the clear liquid.” Kenny pulled back and registered. “That’s kinda cool!” Ty said. “It looks like your blood is swimming in the other stuff.” I quickly thrust in deep and Ty grunted. He looked back at me and said, “Fuck you feel so good and deep inside me. I can’t believe I’m taking 10” of dick in me. “Ty, focus.” Kenny said and gave him a light slap on the cheek. Ty looked back at Kenny and the needle in his arm. As I push the plunger down, I want you to take off my pants and watch my dick grow rock hard. This stuff makes me hard as a rock and want to fuck for hours.” “OK, Kenny. I’m ready.” Ty grabbed the waist of Kenny’s sweatpants, and Kenny started pushing the plunger down. Kenny’s cock appeared and was resting against his thigh. As more of the T got pushed into his veins you could see Kenny’s dick twitch. Ty gasped at the size. Once completely done, Kenny raised his arm and said “Fuck yah!” at the same time his dick flexed, pushed out a big drop of precum, and pulled off his thigh and slapped up against his abs. He dick twitched again and more precum started oozing out. “Holy shit! How big is it, Kenny?” I couldn’t see Ty’s face, but I knew that look. The first time I saw it, the first time Javi saw it, we all had the same look of fascination and awe. “Well Tyler, the last time I measured it when I got slammed it was just at 14.5” and it’s as big around as a beer can at the bottom.” “And it’s leaking precum non-stop!” Ty exclaimed. Kenny just laughed and told him when he’s slammed that it is always dripping unless it’s shooting. Ty just looked up and said, “I don’t know if I can take that. You’re huge.” “Don’t worry little buddy,” I leaned over his back and whispered in his ear. “If you let Kenny slam you, your little whole will want and will take every last inch. It will love his dick. Trust me. I rarely bottom, but I’ve let Kenny fuck me after we’ve slammed. He’s a great top.” “OK, I think I want to try it. Do you have a tattoo, Kenny? It’s hard to make out in the low light.” Kenny nodded and told him he had a scorpion tattooed on his crotch and the tail and stinger goes down the top of his dick. He pushed his cock down towards his thighs and Ty’s face to show him the tail and stinger. “Wow, that’s cool? Are you a Scorpio? My best friend is a Scorpio, and he’s cool as fuck.” Javi, Kenny, and I all laughed, and Kenny quickly quipped, “Ya bud. I’m a Scorpio too. Now, are you ready to get slammed?” Ty tensed up, and I could feel his ass squeeze my dick. So, I leaned over again as I started to rub against his g spot to make him moan and said, “Go ahead sexy white boy whore. You’ll love it, and then you’ll be able to get that huge dick in your ass.” Ty shook his head and then said, “What the fuck! Why not? Go ahead and slam me Kenny, but just go slow and talk me through it. I'm new to all of this and scared of needles.” Kenny told him not to worry and that he would absolutely love it. Kenny pulled the last needle out of the cup of hot water and told me to stop my thrusting and lean back on my knees and pull Ty with you so he’s sitting on your cock while resting on his knees. He then told Ty to extend his left one out fully. Kenny uncapped the orange safety cap from the needle and quickly found a vein. “You have really pretty arms white boy. They are so nice and creamy and smooth.” He was trying to take Ty’s mind off of what he was doing and then said, “Quick sting, and I’m in. If you feel any burning at any time, let me know because that will mean the needle has slipped out of the vein. Now, I’m going to pull back on the plunger and make sure I get a register of your blood.” A quick liquid cloud of red blood pulled into the reservoir and mixed with the liquid T. “Cool,” Ty said. Kenny just chuckled and said, “The cool part is about to happen. Now when I push down, once it’s all in, I’ll quickly pull the needle out and put pressure on that spot so it won’t bleed. I’m then going to raise your arm over your head. You should feel a rush of warmth go over your entire body, and you’ll probably cough a few times. Are you ready?” Ty just nodded. Kenny looked at me and Javi who had joined Ty's side to watch and winked. He pushed the plunger down quickly but evenly and then pulled out the needle, applied pressure to the application spot, and raised Ty’s hand above his head. Ty’s eyes went wide and he started to cough deeply, six or seven times. When his coughing was over, he said, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck me! Oh my God, this feels amazing.” He fell back forward resting on his elbows, and I could feel his ass gripping my cock. “Damn Ty, you keep that up, and I’m not going to last long.” Ty just mumbled and was still breathing hard. So I started to fuck him again which caused his ass to grip my dick while he moaned like a true whore. His ass was constantly squeezing up and down my cock. Kenny picked up Ty’s head and looked into his eyes, “Damn white boy! I can tell by your pupils that you are loving that slam. How does it feel?” Ty tried to respond but whatever he said just came out garbled. We laughed, and Ty just opened his mouth and his tongue rolled out laying there like a dog after a long run tired. But Ty wasn’t tired, he was just flying high and riding the wave. And his ass kept milking my dick with wave after wave of squeezing. “Damn, this ass was amazing before, but now it’s milking my dick like crazy, and I don’t think he is even conscious that he’s doing it. It’s that white pussy boy cum slut nature coming out in him all on its own. Shit, I’m gonna nut.” I started blasting a huge load deep inside Ty’s inner hole. I must have shot at least 12 spurts of toxic cum. The T definitely made me cum bigger loads, but I was surprised as this was my fourth load of the night (one in Javi, and this being the third in Ty). Ty just moaned over and over. His cock had actually gone soft from the slam. It happens to some guys. I pulled out and Kenny quickly flipped Ty around and over. “I want you on your back sexy. I want to see your eyes as you take my big dick,” Kenny told him. And with that Kenny, who was rock hard, but had not been sucked or used any lube, took his dry raw death stick and slowly pushed it into Ty. Ty grunted and tried to look at Kenny but quickly his eyes lost focus. Kenny just laughed and pushed in more. Being about the same thickness as Javi, Ty’s hole wasn’t stretching much, but once he entered into Ty’s second hole and continued to push in deeper, Ty gasped and looked up at Kenny. “That’s it, white pussy boy! Feel that big dick going deeper than ever before? I’m going so deep inside you that you’ll be able to feel me in your lungs as tiny as you are. Do you want that? Do you want Kenny to fuck your white boy pussy with his big black dick and make your lungs feel my dick head pushing up against them as you breathe in deep to take my monster cock?” Ty just moaned. He was having a hard time focusing. Right then, Kenny went balls deep and grunted. “Fuck yes! This white boy cum slut took my dick balls deep with no problem.” I looked at Ty and congratulated him. He slowly smiled and then his eyelids dropped closed. “Ty? Ty? Are you ok?” I checked to see, and he was still breathing. “Fuck, Kenny. You gave him so big of a slam he passed out.” “Yeah, that and more G than we had. I wanted to make sure he didn’t complain when I started to fuck his insides up real good. He has no clue you guys are poz and toxic?” Kenny asked. I just told him no and that Ty briefly talked about condoms, but we quickly talked him out of it. “I see he’s already been bleeding some. But, I want to tear him up even more and give him my strains. Javi, in my backpack is a green pouch with a tie at the top. Can you get that out and hand it here?” Javi went and found the little bag that Kenny asked for and handed it to him. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m going to rip this bitches insides up with my new PA and make sure he’s bleeding like crazy all over this nigga death stick before I shoot my two week toxic load up his sweet little ass.” Kenny proceeded to pull out a PA that had the usual rounded barbell at the top where it connects together after being inserted through the hole, but what I had never seen was on all the way around the circle was 6 sharp metal spikes evenly spaced. “Holy fuck, Kenny! That thing is intense. Have you ever used it yet?” I asked. “I tried once but the bottom slut said it hurt too much and made me stop and take it out. That’s why I wanted this one to pass out, so I could tear up his insides real good and let him wake up to the pain and joy of me fucking and ripping his insides open,” Kenny said as he attached the PA to his dick head. “You sure he’s out, Tre?” I just nodded. Kenny grabbed Tyler’s legs and pushed them back to where they were almost flush with Ty’s chest, and then he lined up his cock with his cute little hole. Kenny shoved balls deep into Ty with one hard, lustful, nasty, vengeful thrust and grunted. He pulled all the way out and repeated it over and over. I couldn’t look away. Each time his dick came out of that white boy's pussy it was streaked more and more with blood. My dick was rock hard. Javi was watching with his eyes wide as can be. “That’s hot as fuck, Papi!” said Javi. “You’re tearing him up more than we did just using little lube. His ass is really gonna be open and ready to get our toxic loads deep in him now. Fuck, I know I’m high as fuck because I want you to fuck me with that PA on.” “Babe if he does you’re gonna be sore and ripped open too. I’m not opposed. I just want you to know you will be wrecked.” I kissed Javi and whispered asking if he was sure. He just nodded as he watched Kenny’s blood covered dick come out of Ty’s hole smeared in blood and cum. “Si, Papi, muy caliente!” said Javi. I knew he was high because he only spoke Spanish when he was really fucked up and spun. I kissed Javi and started fingering his hole. Kenny meanwhile had stopped long dicking Tyler and was fucking him hard now. Ty started to moan a little and tried to turn his head. “Look who’s waking up! How does that nigga dick feel, white boy? You like my big dick rearranging your insides? I’m poking your lungs as we speak. Feel it?” Kenny grabbed Ty’s hand and placed it on his chest. Being so small and lightweight, you could actually feel Kenny’s dick underneath the skin of his chest. Ty just moaned and tried to say something but it just came out garbled again. Kenny started going into overdrive and pounding away at Ty. Ty looked at Kenny and smiled and then Kenny yelled, “I’m filling your guts with my special seed. That big nigga dick so deep inside your little boy pussy. Can you feel me breeding your hot little ass full with my dirty load?” Kenny asked. Ty just slowly nodded his head and then started shooting his load all over his chest. “Look at that, a true white boy pussy cum slut. Cums when his top starts to breed him. Damn this is one fine piece of ass.” Ty just shook as his orgasm took over and when it was done his head fell back on the mattress and passed out again. “My turn,” Javi yelled. He pulled Kenny by the shoulder and got on all fours and looked back over his shoulder at Kenny and said, “Rail my ass. Make me bleed on that huge toxic death stick too. Reinfect me with your strains!” I watched as Kenny slammed into Javi with one powerful thrust. Javi howled but then grabbed the pillow and bit down hard. “No going back now, bitch. I’m gonna own this hot Latino hole!” Kenny started fucking Javi hard. But as hot as that scene was, my eyes were drawn to the gaping hole of the white bitch passed out in my bed. It was open, puffy, red, and leaking cum and blood. I couldn’t stop myself and I started fingering the cum pouring out and pushing it into the spots of his hole that I could see were torn open and bleeding a little. Finally frustrated, I laid down on my back, picked up the little white twink and slammed his hole back on my dick. Ah! That feels so fucking good. I didn’t even move him around much, just let my dick be surrounded by his hot wet sloppy boy pussy. Every now and then his hole would flex and milk my cock a little, but I turned my attention back to Javi and Kenny. Javi was now on his back with his legs wrapped around Kenny’s back pushing his ankles into Kenny’s butt cheeks so he would get even deeper. Javi was just moaning now. I could see blood already trickling down his hole and onto the sheets below him. Javi then grabbed Kenny’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss. I could tell Javi was coming by the way his body was shaking. “Breed me with that toxic dick, rip me open, stud!” Kenny looked down at Javi and said, “Here it comes slut!” as he started shooting deep inside Javi’s ravaged guts. Kenny finally stopped jerking and slowly pulled out. Javi, not missing a beat, quickly turned around and sucked the blood and cum off of Kenny’s still rock hard dick. He stood up and said he was going to take a quick shower and left for the bathroom. “Help me DP this bitch, Kenny! But you gotta take off that PA first. I don’t want my dick so damaged I can’t fuck anymore.” Kenny just laughed and took off the PA. He then grabbed the green back and grabbed a regular PA and attached it. “Hold him. I’m gonna go balls deep again. I’m not going to last long either. DP always makes me nut quickly.” I held Ty’s chest to mine as Kenny lined his dick up against his hole. I could feel the cool metal of the PA against the base of my dick as he started to push in. “Damn, after all he’s been through, this hole is still fighting me from getting in. No worries. I’m gonna get it in.” With that Kenny reached down and grabbed the base of his dick and held it hard. He then shoved his dick into Tyler’s hole right next to my dick. Now Ty’s hole was virgin and tight to begin with and tight when Javi and I DP’ed him together. But this was a whole new tightness. Ty’s eyes shot open, and he screamed as Kenny’s dick slammed into his first hole, straight through his second hole, past the tip of my dick, and deep into his guts. I could literally feel his dick pushing through the skin of Ty’s chest as he rested on mine. It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. Not on his dick rubbing against mine, but rubbing against my chest through Ty’s skin, while both of our dicks were gripped by the tightest and wettest hole I had ever been in. I quickly kissed Ty, and he moaned. Tears coming down from his eyes. I whispered in his ear, “You are making me and Kenny’s dicks feel so good right now. We love fucking your hot little white boy pussy. This is one of the best nights of fucking I’ve ever had, and it’s all because your hot sexy ass is getting spun and freaky with us.” Kenny was still thrusting away and grunting while I was consciously trying not to cum yet from all the friction against my dick and the tight hole that was suddenly awake and squeezing our dicks again from top to bottom as each hole spasmed around our dicks. Tyler looked at me and smiled. “This is the best night of my life too. I mean it hurts some and it feels like it’s stinging a little, like a papercut does. But your dicks also feel so good in my holes. I can’t believe it feels this good and that I’m taking both of your huge dicks.” “Aww, look who’s back from being passed out from getting fucked. I’m glad you could join us again, sexy boy. My dick loves white boy pussy, but I think it likes yours the best. I could fuck you all day long. Do you want me to fuck you non-stop for the rest of the day? Huh, white boy? You want this huge nigga dick deep in your guts fucking your like the cum slut you are all day?” Ty looked over his shoulder and told Kenny that he could think of nothing better. And then he giggled like a little school girl. I asked, “What’s so funny?” He just looked at me and impishly smiled and said, “Well, the only thing that would be better would be more big dicks over here ready to fuck me with you guys.” “Fucking slut! I knew it. Once they get the BBC, the white boys can never get enough. Well Tre, what do you say we give this white boy the fuck he’s looking for, huh?” I looked at Kenny and said, “Fuck yeah!” as I grabbed Ty’s hips and started slamming my dick into him as Kenny was pulling his di out. We started see-sawing his ass back and forth until Ty was just speaking gibberish again and moaning. Kenny and I synched up our thrusts to where we were now pulling out and pushing in at the same time. Then all of the sudden, Ty’s holes were spasming all over my dick and my abs were getting wet and sticky. “The bitch is cumming hands free again on our superior nasty nigga dicks, Tre. Can you feel it? It’s like a vice gripping my dick even after all the punishment we’ve given his hole. I’m gonna nut. Shit. Here. It. CUMS!!!” Kenny’s dick started spasming and pulsing and my dick was now covered in hot toxic cum. That sent me over the edge and I started nutting again too. My balls ached from all the cum they had shot tonight, but it was well worth the ache. I was still in disbelief that we got a virgin white boy pussy high as fuck and bred him over and over with our toxic poz dicks, and he had no clue. All he kept begging for was more cum and more dick. Then Kenny really tore his insides up with that spiked PA. There’s no chance this kid isn’t getting knocked up tonight with one or more of our deadly strains. Those thoughts just made my dick shoot out more toxic cum deep into his white boy pussy. Kenny finally collapsed on both of us. Ty groaned at the extra weight and I just sighed contentedly. I heard the door creak open as Javi walked back in. His hard Latino dick still swinging back and forth from side to side. “You guys done?” Javi asked. I just sighed again wondering if my nuts could shoot one more load. Kenny said he'd already shot 3 big loads and would need a little time to recover. “Ty?” I asked. Ty lifted his head with the biggest smile on his face as he squeezed his hole around our cocks and groaned. “I can wait for you guys to recover or I can sneak back in the bed with Xavier. OR you guys can invite over other big dicks to fuck me and you can watch. But, if we do that, which is my preference, I’m going to need another hit of G and another slam. Kenny lifted his head, looked at me, then Javi, and back to me. “This is my kind of white boy pussy cum dump. Give him load after load, big dick after big dick, rip his insides open, and he still wants more as long as he’s high as fuck. I just might have to keep you, Tyler.” With that he ground his dick in a big circle still lodged deep inside Ty’s hole making Ty moan. “Promise? Just don’t tell Xavier. I think he wants to become lovers.” *************** What do you guys think? Does Xavier find out? Do the guys get more big dicks over to fuck Tyler? Let me know how you want the story to continue. I will take all suggestions into consideration. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I did writing it.

I have met bottoms who just insist on every top that they hook up with wear a condom. But sometimes I get the bottom to give in to my bb breeding needs when I deliberately take too long to cum. I am sorry. If the bottom has a very beefy bubble ass, I gotta seed it. I won't negotiate that at all with him. I do run into some cases when the bottom, who wants to get me off, takes the condom off and tells me not to cum in his ass. Now what top in his right mind can honestly say that he can pull out of a good beefy ass when he is at that moment? For me I just nutt in him anyway, but pull out to let the remaining droplets spill on his ass cheecks.

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…

Keep up the great writing losolent!

Absolutely stunning losolent... I think we are all looking forward tot he next part laready!

Face to face at last BUT! Do you have a final twist or two for us @losolent? Can't wait for the next chapter, please don't leave it too long. There are a lot of us invested in this latest story of yours.

that would be a waste of cum, if you are fucking me you better cum as deep in me as possible

I read this way faster than I wanted to. I was hoping to slowly savor the moments, only to find I couldn’t hold myself back. Oh, the things you do to me buddy. Thanks for keeping this going.

Once a bottom has made the decision to bareback with a poz detectable top he is exposed just as if the top came in his breeding hole, pre cum is just as infectious as cum and pre cum gets pumped into a hole the entire time the bottom is being bred it’s being worked into the bottoms blood stream the entire time he’s getting bare backed. so pull out or not it’s the same exposure WELCOME TO THE BROTHER HOOD

** So one event in the following chapter actually happened. The part about the soldier who got booted. That was what happened to my now husband, and it affected him for 20 years until he reconnected with the guys from his unit on Facebook. All that time he was ashamed, and thought all his brothers thought of him as a dirty faggot that didn’t belong with them, only to find out they all loved him and never stopped thinking of him as a brother. They told him that when they found out what the asshole had done to him, they made his life a living hell until command had no choice but to PCS him elsewhere. Many of them had been on the receiving end of my husband’s back rubs, and they weren’t bothered in the least by the news he was gay. My husband’s confidence soared, and it changed him. That’s the power of brotherhood. At the post cafeteria Sleeper, Zeus and I grabbed some food. Zeus of course getting a few stares, from women and men. He was oblivious. Sleeper got a couple. Me, nothing. Not next to those two. I was lucky if they even recognized there was another soldier with them. We sat down at a table away from anyone else. I just came out and asked, keeping my voice low. “Zeus, are you gay?” The big beast looked at me, his stony face unreadable. Then he looked at Sleeper. Still nothing. “Bro, we don’t care if you are.” Sleeper told him. “You’re cool with us. We just need to know, to protect you.” Zeus looked around, gauging who might be nearby. “Yes. I just think about guys, all the time. I can’t stop. ” He said in that deep voice. “And Sleeper. I think about Sleeper a lot. You guys don’t hate me, do you?” It was funny the way he said it, you couldn’t tell if he was worried, or afraid, or doing his laundry. It sounded like he was describing how he made his bed in the morning. Casual tone, inflection. I knew from my time with Kevin that gay dudes could be masculine, real men rather than effeminate sissies like most people thought. And you could count on Zeus to put it bluntly. Zeus didn’t equivocate. He came right out and spoke his mind. I let Sleeper go first. Knowing Zeus was crushing on him meant Sleeper’s response was way more important to Zeus than mine would be. Besides, I’d already kinda told him I didn’t care last week when we had our first talk. “Bro, it’s cool.” Sleeper began. “We love you.” Zeus’ facade crumbled just a touch. “You gotta keep it cool though. No doing what you did today in my bunk. You know they’ll boot you if it gets around.” I was glad that even without talking about it, Sleeper and I were on the same page. Man, I loved my dude. “And if you do want to touch my ass, or anyone else’s, it’s gotta be a game, like what Troll did. But stay away from Puta. Don’t know how he’d take it.” I continued, “And we have to keep the Bravo Brotherhood out of trouble. El Tee doesn’t want any more bad behavior out of us. Zero. We’ve fucked up too many times.” I explained. “No one should know about this, about you. So don’t go around grabbing the guys. Probably best you don’t do any of that. If someone takes offense, it’ll get bad. I heard about a guy on base who gave out too many back rubs. One of the guys he massaged claimed sexual assault. The guy was gone the same day. His unit came back from class and he was cleared out. When they found out what happened they gave the accuser hell until he was transferred out. It didn’t matter they all liked the guy who’d been booted, or whether it was true. They never even got the chance to stick up for him, he was just gone from a single accusation. We don’t want to lose you like that, buddy.” Zeus gave me a look. “What about Wanker?” “Nah, Wanker has bigger problems, trust me. I can’t betray his confidence, but I’ll tell you as far as he’s concerned you were doing HIM a favor.” I answered. “Wanker doesn’t know or think you’re gay. I didn’t tell him anything.” “Wait, what?” My pale muscle buddy cried out, around a mouthful of hamburger. “What about Wanker?” I looked at Zeus, shrugged. “It’s up to you. But I’d tell him. You can trust Sleeper.” Sleeper looked from Zeus, to me, then back to Zeus. “I had sex with Wanker last Saturday.” Zeus said. Again, just picking up the mail. Starting a car. Brushing his teeth. Same tone of voice. I had to learn that skill. You can’t read someone that spoke like that. Plus, it really throws people off to just blurt things out. Sleeper choked a little on his most recent bite. “Excuse me? I think I need a little more info than that, bro.” I liked that he was calling Zeus his bro, now. “Assmunch told me Wanker had a problem, asked me to get him sorted.” Sleeper explained. Sleeper looked at me. “That was your ‘project’ last Saturday before we -“ he caught himself just in time. “Did you fuck Wanker too? Is that why Zeus was guarding the hallway?” he spat out. “ I can tell if you lie to me. You better not lie to me, asshole.” Sleeper looked angry. Shit, this was getting out of my control. I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling and gather my thoughts. “No, buddy, that’s why I sent Zeus in, I wasn’t gonna do it. Didn’t want to do it. And I kinda figured out Zeus needed a little something himself. I was trying to solve everyone’s problems.” I sighed. “You’re fucking DAMN lucky you didn’t, dude. I’ll beat your ass.” Sleeper growled. The threat was real. I saw it in his eyes. Oh. Fuck me. What was that about? “Before you and Assmunch what, Sleeper?” Zeus asked. I cringed. Zeus just throwing shit out there like people casually talked about butt fucking and ass sucking while eating in a cafeteria. In an Army cafeteria. “Huh? Nothing Zeus.” Sleeper dodged, taking his last bite of his second hamburger. “Sounds like—-“ fuck, don’t say it Zeus, leave it. “Like you and Andrew had sex too.” He finished. Zeus already knew about how I tongue polished Sleeper’s crack, and the handjob I got in return. But this question implied he figured out more had gone down last week. He said it out loud. I loved Zeus, but wished for the days he barely spoke. Right out there. ‘I’m going to brush my teeth’ ‘we need resupply.’ ‘You’re fucking your best friend’. I wanted to die. Why was this my life? Fucking bloody rotten hell. I put my head in my hands, waiting for Sleeper to explode. And nothing. Everything became eerily still. No movement, no words. That couldn’t be good. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the worst. I looked up. Sleeper was just staring at Zeus. Zeus was staring back like he hadn’t said anything wrong. A long, uncomfortable staring. While I willed myself to die. Dying a coward seemed just perfect right about now. I could be buried and on my way to Hell without dealing with this shit show. A full minute passed. Could I make it to Hell in a minute or less? I so wanted to try. Sleeper looked at me. I know I was all shades of red. Then back at Zeus. This could only go one way, and Sleeper was already pissed off about Operation Rebuild Wanker’s Ruined Dirty Donut. Sleeper’s face was blank, unreadable. He was barely breathing. Then my best friend seemed to reach a decision, he finally blinked, picking up a couple French fries from his plate. “Yep”. Was all he said, dipping his fries in ketchup before shoving them in his mouth. “Fuck, Sleeper! Dude!!” I said. “What? It’s Zeus. He’s gay, he gets it. Right bro?” Sleeper shrugged at Zeus, who was grinning. I guess he had a point. And then fuckin’ puppy dog pajamas Zeus appeared. “Are you guys gay too? Did you ask me if I was gay because you want to have sex? I want to have sex with you, especially Sleeper. Putting it in Wanker was okay, but I really like you guys. It would be more fun with you. I like sex now. I never had sex before I put my penis in Wanker, but it was really fun, just like you said, Assmunch. I want to put my penis in you and Sleeper. Can I?” Goddamn. Goddammit ALL to hell. I’m not sure how much more of this blunt open Zeus I could take. I mean, I was happy he was out of his shell with us, but I wondered if the Zeus we all knew was simply the persona he hid behind to cover up being gay, not letting any emotion out, not hanging out for long periods of time, keeping to himself. I felt a little sad that Zeus couldn’t be himself. Fuck this stupid military policy against gays. If guys like Zeus couldn’t serve without crushing their souls, it was fucking bullshit. None of us knew that it would only be a year before Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell became the rule. It still meant keeping quiet about it, but the military wasn’t going to hunt you down like it was now. But I knew one thing: puppy dog pajamas Zeus was one happy puppy, and he had to keep that cute puppy locked up all the time, deep inside. That’s some fucking sad pathetic shit, right there. Sleeper and I looked at each other. I didn’t know what to say. “Let me and Assmunch talk about it, okay Zeus? We’re not gay. We just like doing some stuff to get off. Is that cool?” Sleeper asked. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING?? “REALLY, Sleeper?” I asked incredulously, taken by complete surprise, and not necessarily pleasantly either. He was okay with this? Sleeper gave me the exact same look as before. “What? It’s ZEUS.” He said again, this time stressing Zeus’ name. Sleeper’s handsome face said ‘who wouldn’t?’ “Yeah, yeah. I get it.“ I said, throwing my head back in my hands. He wasn’t wrong. But this was going to complicate everything. I guess Sleeper was far more sexually fluid than I thought. It shouldn’t surprise me though, one lick of his asshole and he was suddenly all about fucking around and getting off. I wondered if my best friend was holding back on me. I always assumed he was straight. Maybe I was wrong about that. I felt better about stuffing him full of my dick and shooting my load up his ass last week. Maybe I WOULD fuck him again. Just to see if he’d love it as much as getting his fudge dispenser scrubbed out by my tongue. Sleeper was just full of surprises. And my dick attack up his newly christened virgin fuck chute last week didn’t really qualify as a fucking. Nowhere near a Kevin style plundering of every tender rectal tissue I owned, bruised, stretched and slathered with multiple loads of dicksoup, until I literally couldn’t speak. Yeah, I was definitely going to auger out his pretty little dickwarmer until he drooled in senseless ecstasy. “Okay.” Zeus said. “I really do want to have sex with you guys.” Big beautiful handsome dangerous smile. Sigh. So blunt. “Let’s finish eating and get back. I need to talk to the Bravo Brotherhood . And what do you think about asking some of the Charlies to come to our party tonight?” ************************* I gathered the Brothers and let them know Sarge and the Lt were on the warpath after our training excursion and we needed to keep the party low key. We even invited Lamont and a couple of his buddies from the Charlies to party with us, and they fit in well. The highlight of the evening was making Troll ass-chug a beer. Getting the tube inserted into his hairy shitter was half the battle because he wouldn’t relax. We were all laughing so hard at how he squirmed and fought, as if it was the worst thing in the world, whining like a little bitch. I let the fight go on until it seemed everyone had a turn manhandling Troll’s ass before I stepped in, massaged his little tender spot between his tailbone and asshole and the tube slipped right in. One of the tricks in the asshole whisperer trade. Shhhhhh. Keep it to yourself. By that point everyone had lubed his entire crease with enough spit to drown a whore. I was sure they all got a kick out of spitting on the poor guy. Getting him to suck the beer down his hole turned out to be the other half of the battle. A couple of the guys who’d done it before were trying to give him pointers while he knelt on knees and elbows, his shorts bunched up just below his cheeks so no one had to look at his nuts. ‘Just relax, man.’ And ‘suck your stomach in.’ Even the unhelpful but amusing ‘spread your legs more, you uptight cunt.’ He finally finished his beer (took 20 minutes, chug fail) and we all congratulated him on a job well done. We wound things up around 23:30. We could have kept going, but I reminded everyone that we had to be good. Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of grumbling, everyone was worn out having not gotten a lot of sleep the night before. Sleeper and I did cleanup, releasing Troll from bitch duty. I knew that beer had to be sloshing around in his hole still. The alcohol might get absorbed, but the liquid wouldn’t go anywhere until he shit it out. He had to go get friendly with the toilet and shower. Everyone else crashed out. Sleeper and I wanted everyone in deep slumber so we could do our thing. Zeus helped, and Sleeper and I kept exchanging questioning looks during it all. We knew why Zeus was hanging around. “Zeus, why don’t you get the garbage to the dumpsters.” I requested. The giant muscle bound brute gazed at us refusing to move. “Don’t worry, bro. We’ll be here when you get back.” Sleeper soothed him. When Zeus was gone, I turned to Sleeper. “Well? I know you’re thinking about it. Are you sure about this? You know what he wants.” Sleeper pursed his lips, and put his hands on his muscled hips. Every piece of him had muscles. Rotten handsome prick. At some point during the party he’d stripped down to just bikini briefs which didn’t do a whole bunch to cover his big meaty white butt or his burgeoned junk mound. His crack was well exposed at the top, and a good portion of each globe was bared below. It reminded me of the Australian lifeguards with their tiny swimsuits and the back pulled up inside their crack so they wouldn’t chafe their cheeks. It was a good thing Sleeper shaved his bush, because the tiny briefs rode down low from the weight of his cock and balls, causing the thick root of his cock to just peek out. Sleeper loved being naked, and if he couldn’t be naked he wanted to be almost naked. And he never cared who saw. Those underwear were intended to leave as little to the imagination as he could get away with, the fabric so worn and thin I suspected he’d owned them for years. They weren’t tight like a new pair, he’d stretched the elastic so much with his size that it finally just gave up trying to hold back all that hot meat. The spot where his cockhead rested had a fingertip sized hole, the pouch almost transparent. Yeah, those things were on their last leg and Sleeper would probably wear em right up until they collapsed off him, giving out like a tortured prisoner on a medieval rack. Like I said before, he was a confident, arrogant prick. Those underwear dared the guys to make fun of him, were designed to draw attention, barely hold or cover his pussy juicer and boulder sized dumper, encourage sexual thoughts and just generally be a tease. It would have been less sexual and erotic if he were completely naked. Every time he walked risked them slipping off, and far too often one side or the other would sag down his hip where he’d let it remain until a casual tug set it back in place, half an ass cheek smiling out at everyone. That cloth defied physics. And the asshole knew I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the struggle. Which I was caught up in for the hundredth time tonight as my eyes refused to glance away from his strained pouch. “I’m up for it. It should be fun. Are you going to get jealous?” He replied. It was nice of him to think of me, but this was all for him. “You mean like you were when you thought I’d fucked Wanker? Bro, I’m not the jealous type. If you’re having fun, I’m having fun. That’s how this works for me. If you don’t like it, I’m not into it.” I explained. That threw him a little. “I don’t know what that was, bro. I just got angry when I thought you’d fucked him. I guess I didn’t like that what we do might not be special to you. This is all new to me.” Gone was the arrogance, and in its place was a sweet vulnerability. Deep down, Sleeper had the same doubts and uncertainty I had. “It’s new to me too, buddy. And you make it special.” I assured him. I’d never been the top. I’d never eaten a guy’s ass. Kevin fucked the living shit out of me, almost every day. We started just including Carol all the time because he rammed me so brutally, so many times, I’d be too worn out to perform for Carol unless she and I had sex first. And we learned that watching Carol and I play our games first really got Kevin torqued up. I would invariably end up eating my load out of Carol’s asshole or devouring her pussy while Kevin did his best to ruin and wreck my hole with his doorknob thick jizz missile. He’d often milk my nut out of the condom I fucked her pussy with, pouring it over her tits so he could lick it up and eat it while plowing me. It got to the point there was no boyfriend/girlfriend/boyfriend distinction. Anything was fair game. Carol ate Kevin’s ass, sucked and licked his dick clean after he got done with me. We’d all kiss sensually whenever, wherever it grabbed us. We double fucked Carol, which drove her so insane I felt like a fucking King, and I finally realized how filthy and slutty I looked and sounded when Kevin ripped me apart. The only thing that never happened was me having anything to do with Kevin’s ass. And somehow the forbidden nature of leaving the gay dude’s ass untouched while the straight one got violated unforgivably heightened the pleasure of it all. I’ve come to hate labels and putting relationships in neat little boxes, but in that situation, at that time, the labels made it all so exciting, like we were breaking all the rules. And it wasn’t always like that. Frequently it was slow, passionate, full of love where I disappeared, lost in the tenderness of Kevin’s soul. I would come back to myself locked in his sleeping arms feeling more alive than the time before. Every moment with him was better than the one before. In spite of all that, I didn’t feel like I was gay. This wasn’t about gay or straight. It was about souls and hearts connecting. And God bless Carol for understanding that. Kevin using my hole was no different in my head than him borrowing a shirt to wear to school. I’d told Sleeper about Carol, of course. And a few things about Kevin. Up until now, it felt disrespectful to my memory of him to say anything more, and I truly didn’t want to relive it all. Besides, Kevin belonged to Tom. And Tom was sealed behind a brick wall in my head. But it seemed like Sleeper and I might reach a point where I could tell him about it, but only if my heart let me. Man, I was really fucked up about Kevin. And fucked up about how I had to kill a huge part of myself so I could go live my life. I guess both Zeus and I had the same sad, pathetic shit going on, burying the happy part of us just to get through accepting we were men who had to do whatever it took to move along. Zeus returned, glad to see us still waiting for him. His cock tented the front of his Army sweats. “Someone’s excited.” Sleeper chuckled. Zeus’s massive frame walked right up to Sleeper and grabbed him by the head, then laid a tongue lashing on his mouth. Zeus looked like he was trying to swallow Sleeper whole. Sleeper gripped Zeus’s arms, then put his hands on the giant’s bulging pecs. Sleeper managed to pull away a bit, Zeus was breathing heavy and hungrily staring at my buddy. “I don’t know about kissing, bro…” Sleeper got out, just barely before Zeus’s mouth crashed back down onto his. He crushed himself onto Sleeper’s body, snaking his arm over Sleeper’s shoulder to grab his back, his other hand thrusting down to cover Sleepers ass, molesting that beautiful globe of scantily clad muscle. He broke off Sleeper’s mouth, and tongued his way down his chin to his neck, licking, biting, sucking every inch of flesh he could find. The man was hungry. “Oh fuck….” Sleeper moaned. “Wait…Zeus, wait. We gotta stop. Not here.” Zeus pulled away, grabbed Sleeper by the hips and just threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. Sleeper had no time to fight back. Zeus took him to the hall towards the storage room. Sleeper looked at me from his upside down position, throwing his hands up in a ‘what am I gonna do?’ gesture. His poor tortured briefs had slipped down to expose his ass, which had Zeus’s big paws grasping both cheeks, his fingers digging into Sleeper’s crack as he carried my buddy like a war trophy. I gave Sleeper a look that said ‘see what you’ve done?’ And followed. Once behind the closed storage room door, Zeus set Sleeper down on the same crates where I’d finger-blasted Wanker the week before. Before he could attack Sleeper again, I stopped him. “Okay, bro, let’s slow down here. Neither one of us has been with many dudes, and I’m guessing you haven’t either, right?” I asked him. “Just Wanker, Assmunch. Last week like you told me.” He answered. I put my hands on my hips. “Okay, let’s start slow then. We don’t know a lot about the gay thing, but we’ll try to walk you through how sex usually goes. What do you like about Sleeper?” Zeus smiled. This time it wasn’t a puppy smile, he looked like the impressive alpha dog that he was. “He’s almost as tall as me, big muscles like me. I like how he gets a five o’clock shadow that’s dark, like a man. I love his dark eyes, and his really white skin. I love the way his veins show on top of his muscles. He has a beautiful behind. I like how he’s nice to everyone even though he could be mean if he wanted, and some guys deserve it. Sleeper is good. I like him with hair better though.” “Amen, brother.” Sleeper mumbled. “So you think Sleeper is your type? You like other guys that look like him?” Zeus shrugged. “Not always. There was a guy in my school that was small and no muscles, but he was really smart and was always nice to me and every one else even though he got picked on a lot. He was good too.” “Did you ever tell him you liked him?” I asked, just to satisfy my own curiosity. Zeus shook his head. “I was scared he wouldn’t like me if he knew.” I took a moment to think. They both waited, knowing I was figuring things out and trusted me to know the right way through this. Carol and Kevin had both told me I had a way of bringing out in them who they truly were, made them feel seen, safe, and perfect just the way they wanted to be. Carol called it my gift. I knew I had to somehow do that for Zeus. Trouble was, I didn’t know if he was truly Alpha Dog Zeus, the God we worshipped, puppy dog pajamas Zeus who was exuberant and innocent, some mix of the two, or something even greater. I suspected it was the latter, something greater. That’s what my intuition told me. Zeus had greatness written all over him. Maybe his innocence was just a leftover from his obvious protected childhood, the dude didn’t even cuss. Zeus had spent his life growing up fearing who he was, hiding it behind a tough, capable exterior of effortless peak masculinity. But that meant locking away a vital part of who he was. He wasn’t whole. “Zeus, you know just because you’re gay it doesn’t mean you aren’t a good person, right?” The giant didn’t respond. His eyes had left Sleeper’s body, and now looked down at his feet. “You can be gay and good, brother. Who you want to love, or have sex with doesn’t have anything to do with what kind of guy you are.” “I’m not supposed to be gay.” His voice was so small, so pitiful, it didn’t even sound like him. Sleeper ducked his head to look under at Zeus’s face. He hopped off the crates and pulled Zeus into a deep hug. “Bro, you don’t have to cry. It’s okay, man. Being gay is cool, lots of people are gay. It’s just like everybody else, some are good, some are bad. But being gay has nothing to do with it. They’re just people.” Sleeper was a deeply good guy, and while I already had the most incredible respect for him, his treatment and acceptance of Zeus in this vulnerable moment showed me another beautiful piece of him I hadn’t seen before. He could have maintained his usual tough guy, in control, men don’t get emotional behavior, but letting that go to give comfort to a brother in need was no effort at all for him either. He was just as comfortable showing tenderness and emotion when necessary. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by that, because he never showed that part of himself to me. Maybe because he figured I didn’t need him to. Or because I never let him. “And fuck that ‘not supposed to be gay’ bullshit. You’re amazing, we all think so, and I think you being gay is a big part of why you’re so amazing.” I threw in. Zeus was resting his cheek on Sleepers head while he held him. “You really think so?” “Yep, my best friend in high school was gay. He was the best person I’ve ever met. He might have been even more awesome than you. You’d like him. He’s a good person too, just like you.” I said. I didn’t know that was going to come out of my mouth. “Did you have sex with him like you do Sleeper?” Fuck Zeus! There’s that no filter mouth again. God, I have never felt like I needed to just die as much as when Zeus opened his mouth. I saw Sleeper lift an eyebrow and smirk. Just like Kevin. And that’s probably why I did what I’d told myself wasn’t ever going to do. I decided to lay it out there, fully honest. Sleeper deserved to know, and Zeus needed to hear it. “Yeah, we had lots of sex. LOTS of sex, which was awesome and beautiful, and more than I ever expected or knew could be possible. We were already really close, it just made it better. I didn’t intend to have sex with Kevin, but once it happened I knew it was right.” Zeus raised his head up. “But you had a girlfriend. I heard you tell Sleeper.” “So that’s why you eat my ass like it’s going through a fucking car wash.” Sleeper said. “Yeah, my girlfriend joined in, which made it even more fun. And for your information, buddy, it was Carol eating MY ass that taught me everything I know.” “Wow!” Zeus said, wide eyed. “Do you think I’m a good person Zeus?” I asked. He reached out with his huge arm and pulled me into a hug with the two of them. “You are a REALLY good guy, Andrew.” I hugged back. I was by no means a small guy, but smashed into these two slabs of all American beef, I felt wimpy and scrawny. And both of them put out the heat of a bonfire. “And I’ve had lots of gay sex. And a lot of straight sex with Carol and Kevin. A lot of sex, period. And I liked it. Who you love isn’t always up to you Zeus, and it certainly isn’t up to anyone else. Neither is who you’re attracted to. Your heart always tells you what you need. Be gay. Love who you are. The good people will always want you to be who you need to be. You should let yourself be who you need to be, too. Don’t wait for people to be good to you, buddy. You need to be good to yourself, first.” “I love you guys. Thank you.” Zeus said. “I love you brother.” Sleeper said. “I love you, my brothers.” I followed. I felt a weight leave me then. Helping Zeus freed me somehow. Maybe not all the way, but enough to tell me that maybe shoving Tom and Kevin in a buried box wasn’t the right way to get through my pain and hurt. “I think we should have sex now.” Zeus’s deep voice caused my body to vibrate, pressed up against him in that hug. And there was enough command tone in his rumbling words that my dick immediately plumped up like a grilled sausage, complete with leaking juices. Fuck. I was in serious trouble if Zeus brought Tom out to play. ‘Man, Zeus.’ I thought to myself. ‘We have to get you a filter!’ But then I told myself to fuck off with that bullshit. That was Zeus. He spoke his mind. I decided to take a page out of Carol’s book. “Sleeper, drop that rag you call underwear, and hop back up. We need to take this beautiful man to school and show him how to please a real man.” I instructed. Sleeper frowned, but like he’d practiced the move a thousand times, he wiggled his hips and dropped his panties like a good slut, not even using his hands. “Hey, they’re my favorite pair, they fit just right.” As I suspected, they collapsed off of his perfect anatomy with little more than a wish. Sleeper got into position and leaned back on his hands, just pleased as punch he was going to get worked over by two guys. His meaty thick legs were spread and hung relaxed, flaring out even more by being pressed against the crate. “Now, pleasing a man, or a woman for that matter, is all about showing how much you appreciate their body. Sleeper here loves attention, but he’s not any different than anyone else. Go ahead and feel those muscles you love on him.” I directed Zeus. “And don’t rush it. Taking your time and enjoying your favorite parts purely because you love the feel of him is a turn on.” The gentle gorilla slowly ran his hands up Sleeper’s pale thighs, kneading and rubbing the defined hunks of muscle. The high school wrestling champ flexed and hardened his quads with every firm massage of Zeus’s oversized paws. He watched Zeus’s mesmerized face with a grin. I saw Sleeper’s cock begin inflation, his hanging nuts rolling around in his loose shaved sack like reptile eggs about to spit out baby sea turtles. “Don’t touch his dick. Leave it for later. That’s what a man wants the most, for you to take care of his dick. Some guys don’t care about their dicks at all, they want you to get in their ass. Either way, the longer you can hold off touching his cock or his asshole, the better it will feel for him when you finally do. Making him wait until you’ve had your fun everywhere else will drive him crazy. Figure out what it is he wants from you, then tease him with taking your time getting around to it.” I lectured. Zeus ran his mitts up to Sleeper’s tight waist, over his solid abdomen. Sleeper had his head thrown back, enjoying the erotic massage. His toes were curled, I noticed, then spread out straight, then curled again, like he was trying to make a fist with his foot. “Rub the pubic area right above his dick. Curl your hand around his crotch without grabbing the shaft. See how his body is telling you how much he’s loving this?” Zeus breathed out. “He’s so warm.” I watched as Sleeper’s legs spread even more as our battle buddy dug into his groin. My dude was almost fully hard at this point, his engorged baby maker thicker at the base, and curved slightly towards the left. I moved to stand next to Zeus. I took his other hand, and guided it up Sleeper’s hard torso, stopping briefly to let him grope those heavy pecs. Then I moved his hand to Addison’s armpit, and he pulled his arm up to his head, flexing unconsciously. “There’s no hair.” Zeus said in wonder. “He’s so smooth.” Letting his fingers caress the dips and valleys of Sleepers sweat machine. “Reach down and pull on his nuts. Play with them. Roll them around in your hand. Gentle at first, then gradually stretch them out.” Sleeper moaned. “Oh, fuck yeah. Yank on those jizz tankers, bro.” He pulled his legs up to rest his heels on the edge of the crate. “You see that? He’s spreading himself for you.” I kept my voice soft, sultry. “When a guy does that, he’s giving you permission to go further. He wants you to feel everything he’s got down there. He’s exposing his most vulnerable place, putting his trust in you to make him feel good. That’s the sign he needs you to visit his ass. Go ahead and run your hand under his balls. Be firm, put your entire hand and palm on that lump between his asshole and his nuts. That feels really good to a guy. That meat right there sends signals to both his dick and his asshole, and he can’t decide which one of those he wants you to have more. Slowly stroke him up and down, gradually moving a finger or two towards his hole. If you do this right, he’ll be putty in your hands.” Which Sleeper proved by leaning back even more and allowing his knees to fall to either side. “Oh man, your hand feels so good. Keep doing that.” “Pull him back up, don’t let him lean back. Keep going with that hand. Look him in his beautiful eyes and ask him if he likes it. Make him tell you how it feels. Make him say it out loud. He needs to hear himself surrender to you. It doesn’t matter if he looks uncomfortable. The more he’s willing to bear, the more he’s telling you he’s accepted you can do anything you want to him.” Zeus grabbed Sleeper by the back of the neck and pulled him forward until his handsome pleasure filled face was just inches away. “Do you like that, sexy man? Do you like my hand between your legs?” Zeus improvised. Sleeper nodded. “I love it, your hand is so big. And your finger is making my hole twitch.” He was pushing down with his hips, trying to get Zeus to use more force. I raised myself up to whisper in Zeus’s ear, I didn’t want Sleeper to hear this part. “Try to force a finger inside him, and kiss him at the same time.” Zeus wasted no time. I heard my buddy give a loud grunt just before Zeus forced his mouth onto Sleeper’s, shoving his tongue inside him. I let this massive beast enjoy himself on my best friend fully for a minute, as he raped the helpless wrestler from both ends happily. Then he came up for air. “Jesus! No spit, or lube or anything! Guuuunnnnnhhhh!” Sleeper groaned. Looks like Sleeper wasn’t all that worried about kissing anymore. “Ignore him. If he didn’t want it, he’d have found a way to pull off.” I observed dryly. “You’re such a fucker, Assmunch.” I noticed his hips hadn’t stopped writhing, in spite of his complaints. “That’s right, buddy. And you’re about to find out how much of a fucker I really am. Move aside, Zeus. My turn.” When Sleeper’s legs were clear, I folded him up to present the little pretty hole I now owned for my enjoyment. Pinning his knees back alongside his chest, I dove right into his pucker with my tongue. “FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK, yeah eat it. Damn I love it when you do that.” Sleeper moaned for me. “Taste that meat, fuck yeah. Oh shit, chew on it just like that! Harder!” I felt his hands grab my newly shaved head, pulling me into his crevice, wiggling his hips. I guess he thought the rules didn’t apply since Zeus was here. I smacked his asscheek with about half the force I was capable of, knowing it was still going to hurt like hell. Sleeper yelped. “Sorry! Sorry bro, I couldn’t help it!” I had my hand cocked for another smack. He sounded sincere. He whined. Addison fucking Montelongo, State Wrestling Champ, Soldier extraordinaire, Army Ranger School wannabe, son of some distant Spanish Ancestral nobility, whined because he wasn’t pleasing me. Yeah, Carol taught me a LOT. And I knew from personal experience being in that position could make you cum like you saw Jesus. Which was my goal for him every time we had our fun. I didn’t believe in boring sex. Not anymore. I looked up at him. “Don’t let it happen again.” I growled. You had to let them know they weren’t the ones in control. That they got what you gave them, and no more. Or more than what they deserved, because you wanted to do it, no other reason. Give just an inch and the dynamic changed, things got sloppy, the terms of the transaction became unsatisfactory. Which meant poor Sleeper wasn’t going to get his shitter car-washed like he wanted. I stood up, my shorts already down, and pushed my fuck stick up against his spit glistened hole. “Wait, bro…” he pleaded. I kept pushing, a steady pressure. His poor little turd cutter was going to give out eventually. In the war between tender butthole and my steel hard 8 inch dripping cock, my cock was going to win. “What?” I said, putting enough boredom into my voice to get the message across that this was happening. I applied more pressure. His legs were still pulled back and open. He wasn’t trying to end this. All the subtle signs were there that he wanted exactly what I was going to give him. See, Sleeper didn’t actually WANT his ass fucked. What he wanted more than anything was to just take a break from being the golden boy, the one everyone looked up to and feared, the parental expectation to be the very best at everything. The weight on his shoulders was heavy. He couldn’t relax his guard out there, but once I showed him all that pressure went away when he gave up all that control to me, it became an addiction. If his hole getting fucked was part of the deal, he’d give up his ass willingly. He didn’t have to be the tough guy wrestling champ, in fact I demanded he wasn’t. If that took a little punishment to put him back in his place every now and then… well sometimes I think he broke the rules on purpose. And the next time I wasn’t holding back. I owed it to him to give him my best. He still hadn’t answered. “So, no ‘wait’, bro?” I taunted him. I looked him right in the eye while I let a thick ribbon of spit fall right on his cock knuckled sphincter. I shoved more. He still wasn’t unclenching. “Ohhhhhhhh, God…. Please don’t bust my shitter, bro. Please….” “Then you better relax. You will lose this fight and it will tear you up. All you have to do is surrender, buddy. You just have to let go. I’m actually being nice about it. I could just rip right into you like last time. But I’m giving you the chance to do this yourself.” This was the moment. The moment he had to accept that his complete surrender was what he wanted. That it didn’t matter that it came at the expense of what he thought was his manhood. He’d learn that he was no less a man for having a dick up his ass. That it might actually increase his sense of being a man. That it didn’t mean he wasn’t straight anymore. And who knows, he may have loved the feeling of being violated like a cheap whore and treated like a cumrag TWICE last weekend. I had no way of pinpointing that as anything but a possibility. After all, this was just the second time my dick would be in his ass. And this time was different, I wasn’t forcing myself into him at a weak moment. No, this time it had to be him doing it to himself fully aware. And he let his breath go. As soon as he did, my head began entering his ring. “AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts! Don’t push! Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt!” I wasn’t. This was all him. He took a few rapid breaths. I let more spit trail from my lips to his hole. After a half minute, I sunk in a couple inches. He stopped me again. Then he reached down to grab his ass cheeks, those beautiful haunches, and pulled them apart to open himself up more for me. I sunk my pole all the way in, balls deep. The deep moan he gave was half pain, half relief at his own need. “So deep. It’s so big.” He groaned. The heat of his tunnel cooked my meat perfectly, and I could feel the fluids seeping from my piss slit. His muscles spasmed continuously, and it felt like he was jacking off my thick cock with his incredibly tight hole. I rocked side to side, still buried to the root, knowing my hardness was punching his rectal walls. Man, he felt amazing. I took a slow half thrust. Sleeper’s leaking cock bounced. “Hey Zeus, you want to suck his dick?” I asked. Zeus darted over. I could see a large wet spot on the front of his Army sweats. Sleeper’s hard cock was almost as long as mine, just shaped different. The big man bent down and tried to take my buddy’s dick in one swallow. Instead, Zeus gagged halfway down. “Cover your teeth with your lips, buddy. And open your throat. Then use your tongue when he’s in your mouth.” I kept up a slow, steady rhythm of fucking, using only half my dick, and not bottoming out completely. I changed the angle of my stroke, to get that upward direction that would push up into his prostate. “Oh shit! What are you doing? It’s going straight to my dick.” Sleeper announced. He removed one hand to put it on Zeus’s head, forcing him down further onto his cock. Zeus was a champ, opening up to let more of that juice root invade his face. I allowed this much, enjoying how my straight buddy was getting lost in the pleasure he was feeling. I knew that the time had come to rail him without mercy. I began pistoning into his shitcave, my nuts bounced off the bottom of his ass. I was getting close, but I wanted Sleeper to fill our God’s throat with his grunt spunk. I was going to fuck it out of him. The slick walls of his dickchute gripped my shaft with every powerful thrust. I sped up, hammering him. He was bouncing so much Zeus didn’t have to move. I was fucking Sleeper’s hard curved cock into his mouth. “I’m gonna cum, bro. I’m gonna lose it.” Sleeper panted. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.” I grabbed Zeus’s head to keep him from pulling off and bucked up into my buddy like he was a twenty dollar whore. My own orgasm fired up my throbbing shaft and shot out into Sleeper’s guts. I didn’t announce it or change my motion. The sound of Sleeper’s grunting whine told me he was spewing his own creamy essence over Zeus’s tongue. Zeus let out a unintelligible question around the veiny meat penetrating his lips. “Swallow it, Zeus. Sleeper made that for you as a gift.” I told him, still holding his head in place. “It’s a part of him he wants you to have inside you. Show him how thankful you are.” I kept up my thrusts, slower and gentle now as my balls expelled the last of my swimmers, the lazy ones, into my friend. I pulled my dick out slowly. “Your turn Zeus. Show Sleeper how much you love him.” I directed. Sleeper looked at me with a worried face. “Relax, buddy, this won’t change anything. We’re doing this for Zeus.” I assured him. Zeus stood up and pulled his sweats down to free his leaking monster. Like everything about him, his manmeat was larger than life. It had to have been an inch or two longer than me, and just as thick. He was uncircumcised, and even hard his foreskin drooped from the head like a monks cowl. “Push his knees down to get him spread like you want him, butterfly his ass, fold him out like a book. Don’t worry, he can take it. You’re fucking a real man there, he’s used to a little pain.” I urged him. A wad of my nut had escaped the vault of Sleeper’s ruined hole, which was still pulsating from the fuck I’d given him. My DNA sauce decorated his swollen opening like milk on a frosted flake. I fought the urge to slurp it off his hole. Zeus’s veiny snake would need every source of lubricant for the invasion. My buddy lay there spent and surrendered, resolved to his role as a milking sleeve for our manly needs. I could see the absolute capitulation in the relaxation of every muscle he carried. He now realized the overwhelming ecstasy he’d experienced last week, and the previous times I’d masticated him to orgasm weren’t accidental. His ass was the source of heightened pleasure. He could no longer deny the soul wrenching force of ejaculating while a cock stretched him out from the inside. I knew that feeling well. Zeus pushed his butthole digging worm through Sleeper’s now adjusted outer ring. They both let out a sensual moan. My buddy’s ample cock started to power up once again. He was in the right head space for Zeus to fuck another load out of him, if Zeus could hold on long enough to get him there. “Jesus, why does it feel so good?” Sleeper asked. Zeus began plunging in and out of him, lost in his own world of pleasure. He ran his hands over Sleeper’s beautiful body. He long-dicked the hole beneath him, taking full strokes to share every inch. I noticed that Sleeper’s pucker would seal over Zeus’s foreskin on the pullout, keeping it from exiting and stretching it out. Damn that was sexy as hell. Zeus’s rhythm increased, until he was full on rutting that wrestler rump like a rabid animal. He forced his tongue into Sleeper’s mouth, completely smothering my buddy’s lips. Sleeper was grunting with every thrust back into Zeus’s mouth, and I could tell when the friction and pounding made him empty his balls. Zeus didn’t stop, he probably didn’t even notice that he made Sleeper cum. He was grunting now himself, stabbing his sizeable prick deep into Sleeper’s fuck chute with every hard thrust while Sleeper took the violent pounding without complaint. The notes of Zeus’s grunting ascended, getting higher, and I could tell he was ready to blow his wad. With a final shuddering explosion, his entire giant body seized as he delivered the creamy payload deep inside Sleeper’s secret private bunker. “FUDGE!” Zeus exhaled into Sleeper’s mouth. He quickly followed with another grunt as more streams of dick juice spurted out into his crush. And again. Each time accompanied by another violent plunge. “I can’t stop, it’s not stopping!” He groaned, continuing to fire volley after volley from his meat cannon. I can’t imagine how much seed was pouring into my buddy’s wrecked hole. Then he slowed, taking a few lazy strokes. And then he whined like a helo spinning up it’s rotors and plunged in again. “Oh fudge, oh shoot! It’s happening again!” More animal grunts into Sleeper’s waiting mouth as one more time he was taken by the aggressive pumping of his seed spitter. It was probably the greatest male orgasm I’d ever had the privilege to witness. For power, for length, for passion, for uncontrolled physical release, for the sheer expression of masculine togetherness that was Sleeper passively accepting everything Zeus had to give, and Zeus pouring everything he had into the man he loved. It was fucking beautiful.

Let's hope that Alex will get over the shock quickly enough to invite Max to stay at the palace for Christmas. It was a huge thing for Liam to do for Alex. Now that Max is here and if he decides to stay, he may well have lost his bed companion. Perhaps Max will be understanding enough to know that Liam carries a very special place in Alex's heart and come to some form of compromise. Is Liam only attracted to Alex or is there potential for him to develop feelings for both Alex and his new love? As usual.. we'll have to wait and see....

The 10 load hotel visit - load 6 Almost straight away I had a 49 year old hard top wanting to use sloppy seconds, or in my case 5ths. 5 guys had donated their seed for my cunt. I waited on all fours for his anon 8inches to slide in. I was plugged when he arrived and he fingered me with the plug in. I then waited while he stripped. He pulled the plug and replaced it with his rock solid dick. No chat, no messing. This guy was under no illusion my cunt had been multi filled, in fact that was the attraction and he loved it. Here he was balls deep in a stranger following instruction and simply being using be as a breeding bitch with my hungry ass over the end of the bed. With no fuss he emptied his 5 day nutt into my hole. I could feel my jock was soaked in strangers cum that had been fucked in and out of my cunt. When the guy had finished unloading he started fucking me some more. He whispered in my ear, ‘I’m not pulling out until you’ve had my second load’. He fucked harder than the first load as he played in me, fucking me up the bed. He was in me for ages. I was spread across the bed with his cummy dick pumping my cunt. I could happily have had him in me playing in those multiple loads for as long as he wanted, his throbbing dick never ceased pumping me. Eventually the situation got the better of him and he unleashed his second load inside me while I was spreadeagled and pinned to the bed by his dick. He slowly pumped his load in, clearly getting off by breeding a total cumdump. He just lay there on top of me flexing his cummy dick inside me. Eventually he pulled out and started to dress and I positioned my self on all fours on the end of the bed to proudly show my cum dripping hole. I heard him put his coat on then stand behind me again. ‘Oh fuck, I need to be in there again’, he unzipped and teased his semi against my hole until it was rock hard again, then he slipped it back in me balls deep. I could tell he was on his phone but I had no idea if he was texting a boyfriend, wife or mate, or even taking pics or video. To be honest it didn’t matter, he was using me and that entitled him to full access. He was playing in my cummy hole and was there until he said he was now totally empty and spent. He wrote 2 loads in on my ass, zipped up and left.

Ahhhhhh .... red !!! Colorful, eye-catching underwear only leads the eye to appreciating the curve of the ass, the angle where the cheeks meet the legs, the natural things Tops notice. But you can't go outside in just those ... I'll just assume whatever pants you're forced to wear (by an unjust law, of course) follow the same cut. Pissing up a hot Hole can be great - the jets of piss can really be shot out hard by the Top, and felt/enjoyed by the bottom. Plus, guys who drink a lot of hot black coffee don't get denied because of the bitter taste. Naaaahhhh ... you're not the only one. But, the fabric of the pants has to be really thin for the edges of the briefs to be clearly visible. I find that one signal I very much appreciate is when a hotassed guy hikes the pants up his back, thereby almost shouting at us to inspect his cheeks/hole as closely as possible. Of course, if he's going commando - wellllll .... we KNOW what he really needs. So lets go get him .......

As a sub bottom and just speaking from my own experiences, I find married bi tops very hot sexually. First, when they are looking to fuck they don’t beat around the bush and actually show up to do it. Second, since they are fucking another guy they assume that the bottom will put up with a rougher fuck more willingly than a woman and with truly no strings. For my sexual needs, they make very good fuck buddies.

Part 4 He mentioned his ass was warm and he asked for more in his ass. He was begging for it, he had no idea what was coming I was looking at the kids ass, round and inviting and decided that I needed to get a piece of it before the Viagra wore off in me, I took a hefty dose this morning before it took a booty bump myself. I got behind him and asked if he was ready for a hot cock up his hole. He was almost begging for it. The Tina was doing it’s job and he was already starting to sweat. My friend walked in front of the bound kid and said he understood he didn’t want to suck any. He waived his 7”+ cock in front of the kids face and the kid said “ I want to “. You talk about Meth being a bottoms drug. It really is. My friend told me this past week that he finally got a test and was diagnosed as HIV+ and apparently a pretty aggressive strain. His company had him in Germany for 6 months and only got home a couple months ago. All he said about his trip was that those guys really know ow to party and fuck. The kid was sucking on the cock and I lined up mine to his ass. This was going to be epic. I told the kid to take a deep breath and say “ I’m a fagot “. He did as instructed and just as he started to say the line I shoved as hard as I could into his ass. He screamed the word Fagot in a high pitch that sounded like straight porn I use watch labeled Painal where women were anal virgins then the squealed with the penetration. I wish we had gotten a video of that. He was now truly a fagot pig and I was only starting. I fucked hm for a few and rested, I wanted to cum but not that fast. I wanted to open this new pig cunt , I knew what was coming later. My friend put his dripping cock back in his mouth and stared skull fucking him. All the kid was going was muffled moans. I stopped and asked him if he wanted to stop and all we could hear was a muffled NO. I couldn’t hold out any longer and began really pounding is ass. I shot several shots up him. I stayed in him and asked my friend for a plug. He pulled out of the kids mouth and reached for a huge one. I told him to get a smaller on for now. At the same time I let loose a load of chem piss up the kids ass. This was my first today so I knew it would be very potent. I knew it was flooding his guts and it would be spinning him more, he felt it and moaned and said it felt great. This kid was going to be fun. My friend handed the plug with a small shard. I pushed the shard up the kid and then worked the plug in. The kid said it burnt a little . He was well on his way for the next part of his conversion to pig slut

Yes I say oops

I love ATM. Sure it can be used by a submissive to reinforce his head space--but it is also just fun. It's hot. It's slightly 'naughty.' I have my fuck bench set up so both the ass and the mouth of the man on it are easy to use. I don't wait until I've shot a load. I want you to enjoy the taste of your ass on my cock from the moment I open you up, then during the fuck and finally, sampling the remnants of my load.

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.

I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. Pozzed while Cruising 5 My new faceless and anonymous fucker easily slid his thick cock into my gaped hole. I thought for a quick moment where did he find all these thick dick friends. I knew I would be a regular in this apartment if they let me. He drilled his large cock back and forth in and out of me picking up his pace as he went along. Soon he was pulling nearly out of me and driving it full force back into me. I tried to slow him down, but he smacked my hand away. I am going to add my tainted load with the rest of them, you little slut. I was hard again at his verbal abuse. I slowly jerked my hard cock as he slammed away at me. I begged him to breed me. “Poz me…” I heard myself whimper. It was the first time I knowingly admitted that I wanted their tainted loads. I begged him to cum in me. I hear the door open and light from the hall streamed in. I could see 3 or 4 guys standing there. My original top told me to repeat myself, but louder. “Poz me” I said just above a whisper. “Louder!” he demanded. “Poz me!” I said with more authority. “Louder! Cum Slut or he’ll pull out and we’ll kick you out” he exclaimed. “POZ ME!!!” I said loud enough to be heard around the block. He flooded my torn up and now obvious pozzed cum filled ass. He collapsed on top of me. I felt his beard scratch my neck. HIs thick dick retreated from my cummy hole and I leaked from my gaping hole. He soon got up and tossed me the plug. I knew full well what to do with it. I dragged my worn and well-fucked body from the stranger’s bed, got dressed and followed some voices out into the living room. I must have been a site with my hair all over the place and my clothes all wrinkled, and they were all chatting like I was not even there. Jake, I assumed, was the guy that first fucked me in the bathroom and then brought me back to the apartment along with 3 other guys which two of them fucked me. I was pretty sure of one of them because he was the one with a beard. He was a black guy and fucking HOT. They finally took notice of me and Jake welcomed me to the club. I asked if they were really poz and did they just poz me. He assured me they were and that I was, but it was going to be OK, and that I would soon get all the cock I ever wanted. He asked if I wanted more. I shook my head yes. He then instructed me to strip and get in the middle of the room. I slowly stripped out my jeans and t-shit down to my boxer briefs and Jake motioned for those to go to. They watched a basketball game on TV while they were spread out on the couch and the recliner. I stood there naked while I slowly got hard again. That is when the guy next to Jake pulled out his cock and nodded for me to come over and suck him. I got down on my knees and swallowed his thick cock and by the taste of his meat. I could tell he had been in my ass or someone’s ass recently that just made me suck him even harder. That is when I felt a tug at my balls and Jake shifted on the couch and someone got behind me, pulled the plug from my abused hole and slid his cock back into me. Then Jake spoke up…”if you ever want this treatment ever again, if you want to be a part of this club, you must come by once a week and bring a new boy with you as often as you can to submit to our and your needs. In a couple of days or a bit more, you are going to get sick, come back here as soon as you can and let us know, but it is essential that you bring new meat with you.” He continued, “ you can find them like I did you in several restrooms on campus, those are the popular ones, but almost anyone is ideal ‘breeding’ ground’ for picking up and converting guys. Most just want to get sucked and this is where your thirst for cum will be helpful, but we need more guys like you to fuck and breed. Do you agree with that? Nod if you do? I mumbled with a fat cock in my mouth and nodded the best I could. He ordered everyone to hurry up and send me on my way because I had work to do. He wanted my first victim in two days. My mind buzzed on how and who I was going to ensnare in my trap and truly wondered what I got myself into. I worked myself and was fucked into another orgasm as my cock erupted shooting my load all over the carpet white the cock in my mouth shot volley after volley into my throat where I had not choice but to swallow it. I was soon rewarded with another ass full of cum. I walked home with a plug shoved deep in my cunt and every boy that I saw becoming a potential target for the “brotherhood”. I got hard…again Hope you guys like this one Love the hot chats and emails from some of you NWiJoey@gmail.com

Part 2 I hope you like the direction this is going So I sat alone in my dorm room cruising the net for biohazard tattoos diving deep into the practice of stealthing and poz. Did he really stealth me? It was not like I asked him his status and I let him fuck me and he could have told me. I mean just because he has a bio tat does not mean he is poz. I jerked off again. That was my logic. I crashed that night with his load still deep in me. I woke early the next morning with a wet spot in my bed where his cum leaked from my ass and a raging hard cock. I scooped up what cum I could and jerked off to the events of the night before. I found myself begging for his poz cum in my fantasy. I came like a rocket. I showered and got ready for class which was near the other cruise spot that I had heard rumors about. I muddled through my boring AF econ class. There is absolutely no one to look at it in class. I found my mind wandering back to my previous nights breeding. My cock got rock hard. Thankfully class wrapped up a few moments early. I quickly made my way to the other cruising spot in the Econ building. It was on the top floor of the building, it had double entry doors to give you plenty of warning if you were on your knees. It had 3 stalls plus one large handicap stall. When I got there no one was there so I took the one in the middle stall. I found some porn on my iphone not as if I needed it to get myself in the mood. I was pretty much rock hard the moment I hit the 2nd door to the bathroom. I did not have to wait long before someone came and took the other stall to my right between me and the handicap stall. I put away my phone in my backpack. I sat back down and I noticed he tapped his foot. So I tapped mine. He then whispered, “what are you looking for?” I whispered back, “I am open.” In a little louder tone, he told me to move to the handicap stall and he would meet me there. I pulled up my shorts and grabbed my bag and scooted over to the bigger stall and sat on the toilet leaving the door unlocked. He quickly joined me. He was a cute kid, maybe a bit older than me, he stood about 6 foot tall, he hovered over me as I sat. He fished out a 7 inch prick from his shorts and stuffed my mouth with it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the tats on his arms and one that grabbed my attention was a scorpion tat. I lifted his shirt a little and saw he had a similar biohazard tat right above his raging hard cock. We then switched places with him sitting down and him sucking my rigid 6 inch pecker. I let him explore my ass with his hands and soon he was fingering my slutty hole. I moved my legs wider to give him better access to my accepting hole. He had a dry finger with a sharp nail in probing my cunt. I felt him drag it back and forth before finally entering my hole. As quickly as he entered he withdrew and pushed his two fingers into my mouth. “Get them good and wet besides my spit that is all the lube you are going to get when I fuck you” he almost growled at me. I sucked on his fingers while he worked on my cock. He had me close to cumming quick when he pulled my shorts all the way off and my shirt over my head so quickly I was naked before I even knew it. He stood up and bent me over the toilet, he spit on my hole and lined his cock and started to push inside of me. I urged him to go slow, not once wanting him to stop. I wanted his load and from the tattoos. I could only assume he was poz. Was I willing to convert? If i wasn’t i better say something now. I felt his cock push into me. I wanted his seed. I looked back at him and asked “are you going to poz me?” He nodded as he sank his 7 inch probe into my bare and at this point I could only assume still negative cunt. He whispered, “do you want my positive nut slut?” I answered by matching his speed and breathed a heavy, “poz me daddy!” He jackhammered my dry ass. I could feel his cock tearing up my hole, but I wanted his load. He slammed his cock deep in my pussy and came. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my hole. I could feel his cum shoot deep in my ass. He withdrew and spun me around and we kissed hard and slipped me his number telling me to call him when I get knocked up. I looked at him with a quizzed look. “You’ll know” he whispered. He then arranged his clothes and slipped out of the big stall leaving me there naked with an ass full of cum. More to Cum Joey I love the great feedback and I am always looking for a phone or cam buddy Hit me up

as a submissive cumdumpster who has been used by too many guys to count and lets men do whatever they want to me, I have obviously been used as a toilet for a LOT of guys in a lot of places. once men know you’re a dirty no rules whore that enjoys being pissed on, pissed in and drinking piss they take advantage. I have been drinking guys piss since junior high and have served as a urinal in mens homes, bathhouses, outdoors, public restrooms, porntheatres, and out in the open, indoors and out. I have drank so much piss that I have to piss and pissed recycled piss in my own face. I have regulars who piss down my throat, up my ass or all over me every time they use me. I had a boyfriend who took me to the porntheatre a few times to strip me naked, whore me out in the theatre to guys then leave me in the restroom, have me kneel between the urinals then leave me there for hours serving as a public urinal. the most men to piss down my throat in 24 hours was 22. I was a cumdump at a big fuckparty so I was taking loads all night on a fuckbench but I was also the designated urinal for any of the men to use. so I drank 13 guys piss. the next day after a few hours sleep I decided I wanted more piss so I could say I drank 20 mens piss in a day. I set up a few online pump n dumps and got 5 more guys to piss down my throat, went to an outdoor cruising spot to offer myself to whoever was there and got another 3 of the 5 men who used me to let me drink their piss(one didnt want to and the other couldn’t piss) and another guy who literally only uses me for a toilet gave me his piss. (when he lived in my building I used to drink his piss almost every day once or twice) I loved knowing that probably got pissed in more than some public urinals. what is the largest number of guys who have used your mouth for a toilet in a 24 hour period?

I had it Cumming to Me I was barely 18, 5’9”, 135 pounds, brown hair and eyes, 28” waist, lean, thin runner's build (from cross country) and a 7” cut cock, and I am perpetually horny. I had my share of sexual experiences but they all seemed to be missing something. Then I discovered the breedingzone and bugshare.org. I began to read the stories about bareback sex, breeding, pozzing and drug use. I was so turned on by all this I found myself creating a profile on a popular bareback hook up site, barebackrt. I posted some pics of myself and was instantly hit on by nearly every guy in my area. We would chat and they would tell me how they wanted to poz my ass, but I could never go through with the act. One of the guys suggested I should check out the local bath house, saying I would find it interesting and felt I could take care of myself, that no one would do anything if I didn’t want them too and if they tried if they did all I’d have to do is just tell them that I wasn’t interested and ask them to leave me alone (famous last words). I walked right in the doors of the baths with a cocky attitude that attempted to say ‘don’t fuck with me’. I walked up to the counter and was asked, “Locker or room?” I hesitated for a second and asked, “How much for a room?” I didn’t think how that screamed “NEWBIE” to all those around. The cute stud behind the counter said “Twenty bucks - must be your first time here.” I quickly attempted to grab my composure as I handed him a $20 and he slid a towel across the counter in my direction saying “Up the stairs and to the right.” I made my way to my room and opened the door. Inside I saw a bed against one wall, a sling in the corner and an open bath area in the other complete with toilet, shower area and sink. There was one wall covered in mirrors which would allow anyone a complete view of himself getting fucked. I changed out of my clothes, wrapped the towel around my waist, put the room key around my wrist and headed out the door. I explored the place looking to watch some action but all I got were guys chasing me around this place. I was beginning to think the bath house was a mistake. Then I noticed the cute guy from the check in counter. He was with another hotie making out in the corner. When I walked by they stopped and asked, “You looking for some action?” I sheepishly answered “No, actually I’m just looking to watch.” He looked at the guy he was will and said “Right on, we like to be watched. Why don’t we go to your room and you can watch us all you want.” I got this big grin on my face and lead them back to my room. “I’m Nick and this is Kevin” the bath house desk boy said. I responded “I'm Brandon” as I led them into my room. I noticed that Nick was carrying a backpack, and that he and Kevin were holding hands. Once inside the room I asked him “What’s in the back pack?” “Some bottled water. Want one?” I was quite thirsty and was happy to accept the offer, although when I accepted the bottle I noticed it wasn’t sealed. I asked Nick and he said that he saved money by recycling the bottles and filling them from the cooler in the back office here at the club. I drank about half the bottle, and noticed a funny taste in the water. I made a comment about the taste and Nick replied “That’s how the cooler water tastes.” I finished drinking my bottle as Nick and Kevin got comfortable on the bed. I noticed both Nick and Kevin had matching biohazard tattoos on the small of their backs. I figured that they must be boyfriends and were both poz. I anticipated watching them fuck was going to be a blast. Nick suggested I sit up in the sling to watch since it would give me a good vantage point. I agreed and hopped into it and sat back to watch them as they began to kiss and feel each other up. I began to thank them for letting me watch but it seemed my words came out a bit slurred. They stopped and looked at me and asked “Are you feeling ok?” All I could do was nod my head yes. I was feeling really good. I was getting super horny watching these two studs go at it and was eager to watch them fuck. Suddenly I felt as if I could not sit up straight and fell back in the sling. Nick and Kevin came over to check on me and then whispered to each other something I could not hear. Then Nick grabbed his back pack and the two rummaged around in it before coming out with several pieces of rope. I may have been slightly out of it, but I knew exactly what was going on. Nick looked down at me and said “I’m so glad you took my suggestion to come to the baths. Now it’s time to help your wishes become real.” I made an attempt to free myself, but it was useless, but I did manage to ask Nick “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Are you enjoying the G I put in your water? You think that you could just parade your ass on line and tease me and my buddy like that? I was the one who suggested that you check out the baths. You think you could’ve gotten in here if it wasn’t for me? You’re supposed to be 21 to get in here but since I knew you might be coming and I was working the desk I was going to make sure you had this room for us to help you get what you’ve been looking for ever since you joined the breedingzone and bugshare.org. Now were going to introduce you to the wonderful world of Tina and give you what you have dreamed about but never had the nerve to follow through with. We’re gona knock you up with HIV.” Nick leaned in and kissed me followed by Kevin. Kevin continued kissing me as I felt a hot tongue begin to probe my hole. Kevin then stopped and moved closer as to offer me his cock to suck. I took it into my eager mouth as Nick's tongue worked its magic on my hole. Kevin let out a moan: he clearly enjoyed my mouth on his cock. Soon he found my throat and slipped in easily. He was learning that I was an expert cock sucker with no barebacking experience. The tongue on my hole was in deep when I felt it replaced with fingers. It felt as if the fingers were clawing and stretching my hole open. Then I felt it. It was stiff and rough like a brush of some kind being worked into my hole. I looked at the mirror behind Kevin and saw Nick fucking my hole with a tooth brush. As our eyes met and he told me “This is the same brush we use on all converts here at the baths. No neg that walks in here ever escaped a pozzing from any of the poz brotherhood.” I watched as he pulled the tooth brush from me well worked over hole to see it red with my own neg blood. Neck then said “It’s time.” I continued sucking Kevin’s cock as Nick moved back between my lags. I watch in the mirror as he slid his cock into my bleeding hole. I knew with the damage the tooth brush did there was no way I was going to escape the bug. I didn’t realize how turned on I was, 'til Nick grabbed my rock hard cock as he fucked me. “This tells me you really want to be knocked up bro.” A moan escaped my mouth around Kevin’s cock as he began to fuck my willing throat. I don’t recall the first load Nick gave me, but my body sure did as my hole began to spasm and suck his demon seed from within him. Nick began to moan and grunt as he fired his poz cum into my neg ass. Kevin then began to breathe heavier and I was getting prepared to swallow his poz load when he pulled from my mouth and began to shoot his seed all over my face especially aiming for my eyes. I felt the sting of his cum as it seeped between my closed eyelids. I tried to keep my eyes shut tightly but Kevin told me to open them and embrace his HIV as it worked its way into my brain along the optic nerve. I opened my eyes and his pox cum soaked into my eyes as it dripped off my forehead. The cum stung, no, burned my eyes fiercely as it soaked in. Before too long the sensation faded. “Now it’s time for your first slam of Tina” Nick told me as I began to panic. Most emphatically I did not want to to try drugs, particularly by injecting them, but was helpless to do anything to prevent Nick as my wrists and ankles were tied to the chains of the sling. Nick looked me in the eyes as he worked a tight piece of rubber around my left arm. He checked the veins in my arm searching for a good one to use. I attempted to say “No” as I felt the coolness of the alcohol on my arm followed by the prick of the needle as it pierced into my vein. Nick and I never broke eye contact when I felt him begin to massage my arm. The fear deep inside me was growing when I felt the tightness being removed from my arm. A warmth raced up my arm, into my chest to my throat. I felt a difficulty to breath and coughed out hard a few times. I began to hear a ringing in my ears as I felt like my body was electrified. Kevin said “It was time to open the door and let the rest of the poz brotherhood seed your neg cunt” as he opened up the door and guys of all ages, sizes and ethnicities filed into the room. One by one they took their turn to seed my hole. I was so drugged up high I didn’t care about anything but taking their seed in me. Old guys, fat guys, sickly looking aids guys all fucked a load or two into my ass. Kevin kempt me well hydrated and well supplied with chems I was feeling no pain. When the action was over I had taken over 30 loads of poz cum. My hole was gaping open and a glob of pink spooge lay on the floor between my legs. Nick and Kevin helped me out of the sling and over to the shower to clean up. I felt as if I couldn’t close my ass and was afraid all the cum inside me would leak out on my clothes as I drove home. “No worries” Nick said as he pulled out a butt plug and placed it in my gaping hole “That will do the trick.” “Here’s our number” Kevin said as he stuffed a piece of paper in my jeans pocket “You give us a call when you get the fuck flu. We’re here to help you as you convert.” I was very grateful to Nick and Kevin for doing what I needed to have done. I chatted every day with Nick and Kevin on the phone. About two months to the day I started to get sick. I knew what the guys had told me and I gave them a call. They were so proud of me. Zit was like giving birth to a new son. They talked me through the whole time I was sick. My mother got a little worried and I reassured her it was the flu and that it was going around. It calmed her down and as I suddenly got better she left me alone. After I recovered from the fuck flu I went out with Nick and Kevin to celebrate. I thanked them with giving them my throat and ass to fuck. They each took a load from me too. Of course, I had to cumming to me. Now to find someone who has it coming to them and pass on my gift.

I have two studs that know me well and just what to say. " take it you sissy bitch, swallow my fucking sperms." Or "show me the slime, now fucking swallow it" or "you want it trixie, choke on this slut ". If it ain't rough it's not fun

One big problem with Grindr bios is that I see it happening more often guys don't put their sexual position i.e. top, vers or bottom. If guys would list their position it would save a lot of headaches. I have bottom listed in mine and also put in the header or description specifically "bb bottom" and "no condoms". But it's inevitable that I get hit up by someone and when I verify during the chat and ask "u into bb?" I get the response safe or condoms only.

All true for me as well. Love eating a cummy hole. Only way I’ll fuck a hole is eating out a cummy hole…gets me so hard.

I see your point . I had that thought, but there is a great expanse of shades within races and ethnicities… not to mention how the individual identifies themselves. There isn’t one specific type.

About the only thing better than having a bottom play with my cock and balls while I'm fucking him, is having a third guy licking and sucking my cock and balls while I'm fucking.

Commando...

Thongs and jockstrap alternate first. Cold days maybe a bikini brief or boxerbrief. No tightly white or multipack branded undies for me.

Nope. But, that needs to be established before the fuck takes place, and if a guy won't take the load, I'll find a guy that needs it. In other words, if a bottoms says he wants my raw Cock, but doesn't want my Seed, the I just move on, since there are more than enough guys that do need it. If a guy says "yeah, I want your load pumped up my Hole", and then - at the last minute - says shit like pull out, I don't want it, chances are poor I will. Obviously, in the fuckjoints no discussion is needed ... every guy there needs what every other guy there has.

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!!

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.

Never had the desire to bend over. When I see a beautiful back and fat ass I get so hard it hurts so I just know I’m 100% top.

I certainly don't argue with that. No load refused here. Any man who wants to unload in my hole is invited to do so.

---- 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.

Part 2: The Path in the Woods Sean was enjoying the beautiful spring sunshine as he jogged easily along the street and into the park. It was a perfect morning to be out for a run. Once he was off the pavement and onto the gravelled trail, he picked up speed into a genuine run. His name suggested Irish ancestry, but his face hinted more at an east Asian background. He had a lean, hard, athletic body and loved keeping it in shape. In high school he’d been a star swimmer, water polo player, and track athlete. Plenty of girls (and some guys) had stared whenever he’d climbed out of the pool in his wet speedo. Plenty more guys had been sneaking looks in the locker room and showers, since his equipment was definitely worth a second look. Sean had kept up all those athletic interests in college, although not on any competitive teams. Now that he was out in the working world, free time was a bit more limited, but he still kept up with his daily run and trip to the gym. This was his second Saturday since he’d started working at his new office job, and he was grateful to be outside. The daily fresh air was something he really missed when he was shut up in an office all day. Sean put on a sprint down the hill towards the lake, thinking of a couple of really good-looking guys he’d seen at work. That was something else he missed since finishing college, the ease of finding hot sex whenever he felt like it. Now that he was living in a new city, he needed to get busy and find out where all the hot spots were so he could go looking. He could feel his cock stirring in his shorts at the thought of that hot guy just down the hall from his cubicle – Mike. He had a good body and a really cute round butt that showed nicely in his pants. Now, there was an ass he’d be happy to dig into and fill up with a load of his seed. And then there was the boss, what was his name again? Jack? No, Jake. Another great-looking guy with that olive skin and bit of dark hair showing in the V of his shirt. He’d be a hot lay too. Sean preferred to top, but there was something about Jake that suggested the real alpha male. Giving up his butthole to that hunk would probably be a great fuck – and there was always the chance that he’d be versatile so they could breed each other. Musing along these lines, Sean soon left the lake behind as the trail plunged into the woods. The path started winding through the trees, and he had to slow down a bit. Coming around one bend, he suddenly had to dig into the ground with his heels to avoid slamming into a dark-haired man with sunglasses coming the other way. “Whoa, kid, take it easy, there.” “Sorry – just getting in my daily run.” “Going pretty fast – easy to see that you’re a real athlete, with a real athlete’s body.” “Thanks.” The stranger stepped right up to him – really close. “Am I making you nervous, getting this close?” “No.” “In fact, kid, you like it. Don’t pretend you don’t. I can see you pitching a tent.” Sean shrugged. No point in denying the obvious. Anyway, this burly guy was pretty good looking -- so he favoured the guy with his killer smile. The stranger came right to the point, then, reaching out and rubbing the tent in Sean’s shorts. Sean asked him, “You always move this fast when you meet someone?” “When he’s as hot as you, yeah.” All this time, Sean was trying to figure something out. The guy seemed familiar somehow. Sean was sure he’d met the man before but couldn’t think where. So he came right to the point and asked. “Have we met before?” “I don’t think so. I never forget a hot body and hot ass like yours.” But Sean was more convinced than ever that this guy was familiar. There was something about the voice. But he couldn’t pin it down in his mind, which was getting more and more disconnected as the hand worked on his dick. It was time to return the favour, so he reached out and grasped the stranger’s crotch bulge as well, feeling it swell up right away under his hand. The stranger said, “Come on over here, away from the path.” He led the way into the trees, and after about twenty paces came to a small clearing with a flattish slab of rock on the ground over to one side. The ground around the rock was littered with used condoms, a couple of popper bottles, and a pair of wrecked underwear, ripped apart right up the ass. Sean realized that, without even trying, he’d stumbled on a regular cruising ground in the park just down the street from his apartment. Then conscious thought disintegrated as the stranger pulled him close, put his arms around Sean and ran his hands down Sean’s back and into his running shorts. Sean humped his cock against the bulge in the man’s pants and moaned as those insistent fingers pried into his asscrack. “Oh, yeah – nice, tight boy ass. Gonna enjoy loosening that up. Let’s see what you can do.” The stranger pulled away, grabbed Sean by the shoulders, and pushed him down to his knees. Then he seized the back of Sean’s head and mashed it into the bulge in his crotch. Sean obediently opened his mouth and began working on the big bulge, inhaling the smelly fumes of unwashed jeans, ripe with funky piss and man sweat. He reached up and began undoing the jeans, pulling the zipper down until the uncut cock sprang out. The guy hadn’t showered that day, by the smell. Normally, that would turn Sean off but the heady smell of natural man was really turning him on. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft a couple of times. Then the stranger got impatient, and said, “Quit fooling around – suck my cock, boy.” Then he grabbed Sean’s head with one hand and slapped the hard manmeat across his face. “I said to suck it!” Sean opened his mouth and the big man shoved his dick right in and down his throat. Sean was an experienced cocksucker, but a little time to open up more would have been nice. This aggressive guy didn’t give a damn. He got both hands on the back of Sean’s head and began forcing his cock in and out, face-fucking the young mouth and mashing Sean’s face right down into his pubes on each thrust. Sean was gagging and moaning, his eyes watering, and he tried to pull away – but found he couldn’t. This guy was way too strong for him and was going to get what he wanted, whether Sean liked it or not. A well-timed slap across his face made his eyes water even more. The big man growled at him and kept punching his cock deep into Sean’s throat. At last, he pulled away, and Sean gasped in relief – but too soon. Those massive, muscled arms yanked him to his feet and spun him around. A hand grabbed the waistband of his running shorts and yanked them down off his ass. The big man flung him like a rag doll, face down across the rock slab, and landed a second later right on top of Sean, his big cock digging into the younger guy’s ass crack. By now, Sean knew what was coming next. A small part of his mind was screaming, “It’s rape – this big guy is raping you!” But another, and much bigger part of his mind was thinking, “Fuck, yeah! Ram it into me! Use me and fill me up!” He heard the sound of the man spitting twice, and then the big head began pushing into his crack. Sean hadn’t planned or prepared at all for this, but he desperately willed his muscles to relax. It didn’t help. The stranger found the little knot of his hole, positioned his cock right against it, and then gave a mighty shove that planted it halfway inside Sean’s ass. Sean tried to scream with the intense pain, but a big hand clamped over his mouth and muffled him. He was pinned down, helpless, the man’s burly body lying flat on top of him and the cock digging farther and farther into him. The man came to a stop, buried all the way inside Sean’s tight hole. Sean could barely feel anything except the fullness and the pain. Then the man started fucking him. His hips rising and falling, smacking into Sean’s firm round ass cheeks on each thrust, he fucked hard and fast. When Sean began making noise, the man reached down, grabbed something off the ground, and stuffed it into Sean’s mouth. It was the discarded, ripped-up underwear. Sean bit down on it, hard, as the big dick pounded into his hole. The guy was fucking him hard and fast, but still taking plenty of time before cumming. Sean was a crazy mess of mixed-up feelings – pain, shame, sexual thrill, and more. His own cock had gone completely limp when the guy rammed into him, and it wasn’t getting hard again, but still it felt like he was going to come. He was moaning and whimpering nonstop as the big fucker plowed his hole mercilessly. Then it happened. Sean’s muscles began contracting and a stream of hot cum oozed out of his limp cock and onto the rock, under his belly. The stranger gave a loud roar and slammed all the way into Sean’s convulsing hole, spurting cum into his guts. He kept punchfucking Sean – an extra slam as each bolt of cum rocketed out of his dick. He slammed into the young ass eight times, releasing eight spurts of seed into the boy’s butt. At last, he stopped and collapsed across Sean’s quivering body, breathing hard. After a minute, the stranger stood up, yanking his cock quickly out of Sean’s hole and bringing out one more howl of pain. A couple of firm slaps shut Sean up again. The man growled, “Fucking kids these days, they can’t take it like a man.” He rolled Sean over onto his back, and then shoved his dick back into the younger guy’s throat. “Clean it off, boy.” Sean didn’t even try to resist. Obediently, he sucked up and down on the man’s cock, cleaning away the mess left behind by the fuck. Then he just lay there and watched as the man pulled his jeans back up. He zipped up his jeans, and said, in a disgusted tone, “Get yourself dressed and get your pretty boy ass out of here.” Then he walked away, leaving Sean alone, draped over the rock. Sean got up and dressed, slowly listing all the pain points in his mind: the knees and elbows that had slammed into the rock, the sore throat, and above all the fierce ache in his hole. It had taken a long time for his hole to close up after that ferocious fuck, and when he’d checked with his fingers, they’d come away covered with a mix of cum and traces of blood. It hurt like hell but he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed it. Being taken, used, abused, and thrown away like that had really turned him on big time. Sean walked slowly home – running was out of the question. When he got back to his apartment, he showered to wash off the scrapes, cum, and blood and, more telling, the pheromone-laden sweat in his armpits. He’d definitely been turned on by the rough stranger, no question, but another part of him was disgusted at himself for enjoying it. By now, his cock had gotten rock hard again from thinking about the encounter, and was dripping plenty of pre-cum. He stroked it quickly, under the cascade of hot water, and in a minute or less he fired an enormous load up onto the shower wall above his head. It wasn’t enough. He was still so turned on that he kept right on rubbing and pounding his cock and in about five more minutes fired a second load, just as big. Only then did the young jock finally begin to relax and calm down enough to get back to wondering about the stranger. The rough, burly man in the park definitely reminded him of someone – but who?

And I say fuck those guys. One of the reasons for going on Prep was that I didn’t have to discriminate anymore or participate in the whole stigmatization crap. Now I find that weirdly turned around. A month or so ago, I write on here about my first encounter with someone go only wanted to “knock me up.” I deal with enough flakes in my line of work. I’m on prep-descovy to be precise- if it bothers someone, move the fuck along. If that’s harsh, I’m in a mood today.

Yes, I think feeling pain can be a turn on. Nipple torture while being fucked is hot. I also love the feeling of having my balls crushed while I'm being fucked. It can get too intense pretty quickly but I try to take whatever is given . Lately I've met a friend who has a sling and straps me in with wrist and ankle restraints. He has a leather mask he puts over my eyes and then starts with nipple clamps and a cloth doused with poppers then he fucks me and yanks on the chain on my nipple clamps while he is pounding me. Not being able to see helps me feel the pain more intensely and lots of time i cry out because it hurts so much. And I keep coming back for more. Lately he's started using a cane on my nips, my ass, my thighs, my stomach and lightly across my balls. I'm liking that a lot.

With all the warm weather in the UK as of late, I felt the urge to be a cumbucket, so one day at lunch time I headed off to the local cruising grounds, my hole lubed and ready for seed. I had decided to allow anyone and everyone to fuck me, as long as he went in raw. The first lad was in his mid 20s. I sucked his nice 6.5" cock hard, and then turned round, giving him full access. Without a word he pushed his raw cock into my hole and started pounding away. The second was a skinhead in his 40s who appeared while I was being used by the lad. The skinhead unzipped, presenting a lovely eight incher, and slid into my mouth. Meanwhile the younger guy was picking up pace and, with one final, hard thrust, dropped his load inside. Then he pulled-out and left without a word. The skinhead quickly turned me round and slid his raw cock in and started to pound; scarcely five minutes later he rammed a load balls-deep and abruptly left. Number three was a complete stranger as I never saw him. I remained in position, bent over holding onto a chain fence and within a minute a finger slid into my sloppy hole, to be followed by his good sized cock. I didn't allow myself to check him out, I simply allowed a complete stranger to use my cunt. And he did. After ten minutes of pounding, I heard a load groan and (apparently) he was finished. Number four. By this point there was clearly someone waiting as, no sooner had the third guy withdrawn from my hole, I was filled-up again by a monster of a cock. This time I knew I had to look, and in so doing recognized number four was a local muscle bi who would only fuck me if I had a cummy hole. This chap had no skill at fucking, he was just a rammer and from experience I knew he would cum super quick. And so it was. In less than a minute he unloaded, and puling-out, said 'Cheers' and walked off. Now, I was wearing only shorts so I pulled them up, even as the cum ran down my legs and went for a walk. Then I spotted number five: an older, well-dressed chap. We headed into deeper into the bushes and I found his jeans hid a handsome eight inch cock. Within seconds of me sucking him, he was fingering my sloppy hole, and it didn't take he long before he spun me round, rimmed me and slid his cock inside. Unlike number four, this guy was a good slow fuck and hit the spot with every stroke, essentially making me cum without the necessity of touching myself. After twenty minutes or so I was rewarded me with a gift. And then we parted ways. I decided to head home so I started back to the car. En route, however, I spotted a regular so I let him dump a load in my hole. All in all it was a great afternoon: the chance to be a complete slut in the fresh air!

He grabbed me almost violently, yanking on my jock waistband as if it was a leash attached to a pet collar. He pushed and shoved my body forcefully, rearranging my position on the barber's chair, so suddenly, that I hadn't realized I had been standing for a second before I was pushed HARD back on the chair. He manhandled me, arranging my elbows so they were now resting on the seat, my upper body parallel to the cushion, my chest pressed on the leather, my head facing forward. I saw it before I felt it. It was in the mirror a foot or so way from me but it may as well have been a telescopic vision as it looked obscenely large, as if that was even possible. The head seemed fatter and engorged. Had it gotten bigger since it had been in my mouth moments ago? Or how long ago was THAT? The warm still air in the shop, mixed with the scents of our sweaty bodies with the antiseptic and grooming product aromas lingering around us, seemed to be playing tricks on my perception. We both were sweating profusely, beads of perspiration trickling from me, adding another layer of sheen to the worn leather of the chair. I looked at him in the mirror and from my viewing angle, the reflection of his head was cut in the diagonal crack in the glass. His left eye appeared normal, the other eye on the face was off centered with the iris and pupil appearing to be consumed in black. The thick uncut cockhead entered without any restriction. I am not even sure I felt it as my hunger had been building for quite a long time now that I wondered if this was really happening or some deranged wishful thinking. His thick dick slid into my hole, sans spit or other lubrication other than my own natural manhole juice I was creating from my hunger. I turned my gaze from the mirror and tried to balance myself in the forced position on the chair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at his strange reflection anymore. I wanted to savor the sensation of his thick dick throbbing at my hole, in the blackness of my mind, unobstructed by my visual distractions. My heartbeat seemed to be getting louder as I took a deep breath. "You been askin' for THIS, huh Boy?" The dick head remained where it was at the entrance of my very hungry manhole. "How it feelin'?" "Fuck!" I exclaimed, my eyes still shut. "It feels great! It feels so thick, nice and fat!" I squirmed a little wanting to get more of that shaft inside me. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, daring him. He grabbed the waistband of my jock, pulling again on them tightly with such FORCE that my back and upper body suddenly jerked. "DON'T BE FUCKIN' TELLIN' ME WHAT TO DO!!!" He yelled angrily. "I told you earlier : you ain't makin' the rules here. YA HEAR?!?" Outside a car on the avenue seemed to swerve as I heard the sounds of tires running hard and violently against the road surface. The summer evening humidity creeped in from the street, under the locked shop door, crawling on the linoleum floor and up the barber"s chair. He yanked hard on my jock again and then with his right hand shoved my upper body forward that my weight crashed on itself, my elbows unfolding, my chest hitting the warm seat of the chair. My left arm slammed against the hard metal side of the chair. A sharp intense pain came over me. I felt his thick cockhead trace against my asslips again and any discomfort I had just experienced seemed to quickly evaporate. He carefully moved his dickhead against my opening, just slowly, up and down, up and down but with a little pressure so it felt as if the bulbous head would enter at any moment. All he had to do was push. But he didn't. Instead he repeated this tease over and over, toying with me. I squirmed as it all felt magnificent. Suddenly, he shoved his thick shaft into me HARD and swift. And as open, as hungry as my hole was, it still took me by surprise, the roughness of the entry mixed with his sudden forcefulness and change of tone. But I didn't care. A feeling of exasperation and fulfillment came over me as if the inner heat from the large booty bump from earlier was finally subsisting, like smoldering sparks of a raging fire finally settling down. But the heat was still there. He stayed in his current position, barely moving. I finally opened my eyes and turned my head to gaze at our reflection. His head was cocked back, his arms extended, holding on to my waistband of my jock. His eyes were closed now and I could see he was muttering under his breath so low, that I barely heared him. I was only aware of it as I saw the slow movement of his thick lips in his reflection. "Muthafukka...muthafukka...," he whispered to himself. There was a slight sensation of rocking as I sensed his thick dick head sliding inside me but barely an inch was entering me, in and out, in and out. My hole was just so sensitive that everything felt MAGNIFIED. I was rolling my head uncontrollably on the chair, the cheek on my face rubbing against the leather. The dampness of my sweat made the leather feel slick. His subtle fucking continued at this slow pace. I was satisfied that he was finally inside me. I looked at the mirror again and was surprised to see most of his thick shaft OUTSIDE of me. The cock head was sliding in and out of my hole, stretching my asslips as he would pull out, the soft flesh swollen and clinging to this thick shaft, sliding in and out. He was b a r e l y in me. And yet I was feeling completely turned on by his limited entry. The thickness of the cock head, his deliberately slower pace, and the constant pushing and pulling at my asslips was providing a new sensation. It was like the stretch when someone was fisting me but less so and yet more intense at the same time. He kept going, slowly, methodically, in some studied rhythm. I kept watching our reflection, impressed at his skill and how he was making my hole feel with just the limited entry. I could sometimes see the edge of his foreskin wrapped tight and pulled back at the rim of his forehead as he pulled out carefully. And then it would disappear as he would plunge back into my willing and hungry hole. Whatever fire that had been subsiding earlier seemed to slowly creep back in as the effect of the booty bump would rise and fall, like a tide washing in. The engorged dark shaft appeared larger again. The heat in the shop and inside me from all the drugs were all playing with my perception. The fact that his cock was only partially inside with just the head carefully going in and out made his shaft appear longer in the mirror. It was like a camera trick and yet what I was experiencing between my legs only seemed to substantiate it. His skill made my hole so content and filled, even if it was only a few inches of his bulbous cockhead entering me. I didn't want it to end, it felt so good. I could have stayed in this position forever. The shaft pushed and pulled slowly, quickly, slowly again and then VIOLENTLY. Every now and then he would shove HARD all the way inside me. My body would jerk forward by the sudden assault, the shock and surprise of the feeling of his mass and volume completing me. And before I could really savor it, before I could relax my inner muscles of my hole to let him gain more entry, before I could mentally visualize it all inside me-he would pull out quickly. "How's that special pussy feelin' now?" He suddenly spoke, the deep voice penetrating the silence and warm, still air in the room. He pushed in carefully and pulled out in the same fashion. I moaned. It was all I could utter in response. He lunged in HARD again, shoving my upper body forward on the chair. I caught my breath, but barely had time to feel his thickness and mass inside me again before he suddenly pulled all the way out. He retreated so quickly and violently that if felt more criminal that he would leave me so empty, so void. The unexpected emptiness was almost painful as my manhole pulsed from the shock, my heart beat coming back in a loud drum, louder and louder as if it was a soundtrack to the sudden turn of events. I looked in the mirror. My face couldn't conceal my silent disappointment, my hunger. He pulled away from the chair and grabbed the poppers bottle that he had set aside earlier on the counter. "Get up Boy!" He commanded. I took a deep breath and slowly applied pressure on my arms to push me upwards from the chair. I took another careful, deep breath. My heart was beating faster and faster. I swear the sound was thundering in the room. His left arm suddenly grabbed me by my jock waistband as he helped me off the chair. I stood in front of him, trying to regain my balance from the change of position and dizziness. "Get that broom and dustpan," he motioned to one corner of the shop. What?" I was puzzled, confused and still dizzy. "You heard me Boy." I walked to the corner, leaned down to the floor and grabbed the dustpan with my left hand and stood straight and grabbed the broom with my other arm. I looked at him, still bewildered. "Now get over here and get on your knees and sweep all that mess of your hairs around us." "You can't be serious," I instinctively replied, almost sarcastically. He suddenly stepped forward and slapped me HARD with his free hand. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that I dropped the dustpan, the metal banged on the floor and seemed to echo for a moment until it was enveloped by the air in the room that seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. In between us, on the ceiling, the fluorescent light snapped away again, almost on cue to that moment, the lighting in the room getting dimmer in an instant. "I ain't gonna tell you twice," he said slowly, sternly. I looked at him, almost angry, my heartbeat getting louder and louder. He wasn't smiling or moving. I looked at his thick uncut shaft, still erect and glistening from my hole's juices. I saw the firmness in his stare so I bent down again, this time with my whole body, kneeling on the linoleum floor, collecting the dustpan with my left hand and holding the broom with my other. "You know what to do," he instructed. This wasn't easy. For one, I was very high. Whatever fire I had inside me seemed to have been quickly reignited with the unexpected slap on my face. It still stung on my cheek, his sudden explosion on me. But it burned even more in the emptiness between my legs. I bent forward with my upper body so it was angled lower to the floor with my legs spread wide for balance as my arms tried to sweep the tiny black needles of my clipped hair that was scattered all around us. I couldn't use my arms to support my balance so I spread my legs further, using the weight of my lower body for support, my ass in the air. I heard him step behind me. I was too low now. I didn't have the advantage of the mirrors around us to observe the situation at this level. He paced around me as I could only see his bare legs and his big feet still wearing the beat-up sneakers. I saw the base of the barber's chair behind me and the other chairs around us. Somehow the light from the ceiling didn't seem to penetrate down this deep so the room from this perspective seemed darker, dirtier. He continued to step around me slowly until he was behind me. And then he bent down and I felt part of his large mass and weight of his upper body on my back. "I want those floors spotless," he leaned into my side, whispering in my right ear. Suddenly his hands were around my head, one hand holding the poppers under my nostrils. "You know what to do," he repeated. I breathed deep, deeper than I thought possible. And as alarmed as I was from his unexpected assault earlier, I still wanted to please him. He positioned the bottle under the left nostril, then the right. My breaths were long and focused. And then he placed the bottle one last time on the left side again. I took an even larger breath and inhaled as long as I could as my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest. I felt as if I was spinning even more as my head, now lower to the floor, seemed to accentuate the chemical fumes entering me. His weight on my back released itself from me as he positioned himself behind me. I heard him take his own deep, long breaths from the bottle and then a sound that made me realize he was inhaling the sharp, nasty air into his mouth. I heard him quickly seal the cap and set the bottle aside on the floor. "Sweep, Boy!" He yelled, his voice suddenly muffled as his mouth enveloped my hole, his hands at my ass cheeks, pulling them apart obscenely wide as he exhaled the poppers into my burning hole. It was like throwing a lit match into a pool of gasoline. My hole erupted in a new layer of heat, hunger and anticipation. I tried to do as he commanded but it was impossible. The haze of my earlier poppers intake, my body angle made me even more dizzy and unbalanced, and this new sensation on my manhole was too much to bear. I was trying to please him but regardless of how I tried I could barely get any of the mess of tiny hairs on the floor in the dustpan. One moment I would manage to push the broom to collect and push the tiny shreds of hair. The next moment, my daze and condition would take over me and I would spill the contents back on the floor making more of a mess. "Muthafukka...," he muttered, in between breaths, his tongue diving deep into my my now even, hungrier hole. Beads of sweat rained down from my head to the floor. How was it that it was hotter down at this level? Wasn't heat supposed to rise? Or maybe it was : from my head to my ass that was higher in my kneeling position. I was sweating so much that miniature pools were being created on the floor surface, my tiny black hairs floating and gliding around in the perspiration. The hairs appeared to multiply and take over the tiny lakes of sweat on the floor, almost like the blackness consuming his eyes from earlier. He devoured my manhole. He was like a madman speaking an unintelligible language in between my ass. The poppers we had shared was hitting me hard. My upper body-angled lower on the floor-only accentuated the intense dizziness and floating experience I was going through. And of course there was the massive booty bump from earlier and his uncut cockhead teasing that seemed to have gone on for an eternity that added to whatever I was now feeling. It was as if everything he did was some prolonged extra-sensory experience, some expected and heightened more than I was used to, and some completely unexpected, unscripted. I only wanted more. His fat tongue glided slowly up inside my hole. I could feel the thick tip of it enter me, licking on my upper manhole wall. There was a rough coarseness to his tongue that I could sense that contrasted to the soft, moist textures of the inside of my manhole. All my sensations seemed so heightened that I wasn't surprised I could fathom this. And then the tongue would exit, yet continue to lick away, the roughness sliding along the freshly shaved smooth skin around my pulsing manhole. There was the addition of his beard which was surprisingly stiff and bristling. It felt like a rake against my hole. Every movement of his mouth around my hole would illicit a mix of sharp intense prickling pain like hundreds of tiny needles stabbing my sensitive shaved skin. His saliva was mixing with the layer of sweat in between my hole and balls causing so much moistness I could feel it run down my inner thighs, thin rivers of sex sliding down my legs, connecting with the pools of our perspiration on the floor, my tiny black shreds of hairs sailing on the surface. And then he would pull his tongue into his mouth for a moment, wetting it with more with his saliva. His entire mouth would consume my hole and he would suck on it slowly. He sucked with a gentle force to create a vacuum. And then he would release it quickly so that a puckering sound, moist and wet, would come from between my legs. And then he would kiss my hole again with that big mouth and suck some more, creating the vacuum again and release it as suddenly as it had started. He repeated this over and over, the smack and wet noises getting louder, nastier, almost like a sordid rhythm. My manpussy was singing. It was driving me crazy with the dizziness in my head from everything. And just as I was really getting into the intense sensations, his tongue and mouth would suddenly retreat. It was like he knew I was riding on the feeling, almost at its peak, and just before I would hit that high note he would suddenly stop. It felt deliberate. It felt calculated. It felt fucking great. His hands would pull my ass further apart like he was tying to rip me in half. My hole felt wider, bigger. His fat tongue would invade me again. Harder, tougher, pushing with force to gain more entry. The fat, rough tongue would suddenly lap at my burning manhole, furiously flicking at such a pace that every lick felt like a moist stabbing at my hole. I was shaking uncontrollably from the over-stimulation. He was groaning as he ate my manhole, muttering under his breath. "Muthaaa..." The fat tongue would lap rapidly on my hole. "...fukkaaaa...." The tongue would dive deeper, harder. It was too much. I was on hyper-stimulation overload. I dropped the dustpan, the loud clanging of the metal hitting the floor rang in the shop. Little black hairs littered the floor. "WHAT THE..." His mouth pulled away from my hole, his hands pushing away from me. I turned my head slightly to see him suddenly kneel straight up, pulling away from my backside. "DIDN'T I SAY TO CLEAN THIS MESS?!?" His voice boomed in the space. SLAP!!! The sudden sting of his hand hitting my ass took me by surprise. He hit me with such force that my body jerked forward slightly from the assault. SLAP!!! Another swing on my other cheek. My heartbeat was back in the forefront, the rhythm beating faster, louder. The residue of the slaps on my ass burned. I sensed the heat building again as my manhole was left vacant of any activity. It seemed to protest the lack of tongue, dick, and fingers by burning more intensely. "Look at this fuckin' mess!" He complained, getting up now and circling around me. I adjusted my upper body, lifting it from its current lowered position. Suddenly I felt his right foot on my head, the dirty beat-up sneaker pushing on me. "Did I say you could stand up, Boy?" His foot applied more pressure, pushing my head lower and lower to the floor. I could not speak. The burning between my legs was getting more intense that I couldn't comprehend a reply. I nodded my head slightly in response as he continued to apply pressure with his foot, my head so low now that my left cheek was brushing against a pool of perspiration on the floor that was covered with my shredded black hairs. "You disappoint me Boy!" He removed his foot from my head and I heard him walk around me, kicking the broom away from us as it banged against one of the barber chairs and resettled against the corner floor. I lifted my head slightly, careful to not offend him. I so wanted to please him so he could continue with my burning, needy manhole. He lunged forward unexpectedly, his left foot now on my head, pressure applying itself until my face was again at the floor. I groaned. I was hating it and loving it at the same time. My manhole pulsed from the excitement. He grabbed the dustpan away from me and suddenly released his foot from my head. I exhaled a deep breath and turned my gaze silently watching him approach the counter, the dustpan in one hand, his thick uncut monster cock swaying as he moved. I tried not to look. I didn't want him hitting me again although the sudden assaults did excite me. I could feel my hole pulsing, needy for his attention. I heard water running from the shampoo sink station and wondered what he was doing. The water shut off and from my angle I could see he was approaching the counter. He was fumbling through my parrTy kit. He approached me again, the dirty best-up sneakers were now near my head. "You stay right there, Boy," he instructed. His right foot lifted and settled on my head again, more pressure this time that the side of my face was pushed to the linoleum surface, my cheek flattening parallel to the floor. He stood over me, his feet facing my shoulders, leaning forward as he bent down, getting on top of me so that his heavy cock and balls were resting on the back of my neck. I could smell the mustiness between his legs and my hole pulsed some more. He squatted over me as the mass and weight of his body pushed me further onto the floor. I felt one of his hands grab at my ass, roughly pulling my cheek aside. "What a fuckin' beautiful shaved pussy you got there," he said, proud of his work. I felt a new pressure on my manhole. It was thick and heavy and it was going inside me slowly, methodically. I was still dizzy and all his weight on me wasn't helping to comprehend the situation. I knew it wasn't his dick since his body was turned around in its current position. Like -WTF!?! And then I felt the BURN. O H F U C K. He was giving me YET another booty bump. Was he intentionally planning to get me so spun that I would be out of control? Clearly I had already went past that point much earlier. My head was crunched on the floor. My face was itching from the tiny needles of my trimmed hair that was now sticking to my cheek, my chin. I wanted so much to scratch my face yet I couldn't move as the BURNING between my legs only intensified. I stared across the room trying to gather some focus, some sense of normalcy to the situation that was far from normal. And all I could see across from me were shadows setting itself against the corner and slowly approaching, covering the shop further in the dimmed lighting. The mass and volume at my hole pressed in further, pushing the burn of the booty bump deeper. It was thick and felt wet and cold. As it got in deeper, the girth decreased so that any earlier tension dissipated. But yet the burning MAGNIFIED. I closed my eyes, the weight of his lower body seemed heavier on my head. I could feel his thick hard-on throbbing even more on the back of my neck. I now realized he had coated the tip of the rubber handle of the dustpan with Tina that he was pushing slowly into my hungry, burning hole. "FUCKIN' BEAUTIFUL!!!" He shouted unexpectedly. He pushed the handle of the dustpan carefully into my hole. And then he would pull it out at the same pace. He repeated this over and over, taking his time, playing with the rhythm, the speed, the pressure. I was groaning louder uncontrollably, the intensity of what was happening mixed with the continuing graduation of the Tina burning further inside my tunnel. As he pulled out the widest part of the handle would dilate on my hole, the sense of the stretching so dramatic it was causing me to hallucinate, my mind running away from me, visualizing some other scene of a crater expanding in slow motion, a surreal pictorial metaphor inside my head. Waves of heat and fire exploded inside me. Suddenly everything took on a hyper level. The darkness seemed to dance around the room, shadows jumping from one corner to the next, one minute near my face that was still smashed on the floor, the next on the wall, the ceiling. The flickering of the fluorescent lighting above us now seemed to be occurring faster and faster, further adding to my questionable state of mind. My senses were ultra-heightened. I could hear traffic screeching outside the barber shop and the thunderous pace of pedestrians pacing on the sidewalk with my ear to the ground. My heartbeat seemed deafening. The aroma of the shop also took on another level that my nostrils burned from the chemical fog I seemed to be inhaling. And in between my legs I could only feel s a t I s f a c t I o n. He pushed and pulled the dustpan handle so hard and rapid on my manhole that I could barely catch my breath. The quick contraction and dilation of my hole was almost too much to comprehend. One moment I was in ecstasy. I wanted to savor it, to allow the glow of the sensation to pause inside my head. But he would not even allow that. Instead he would pull the handle out violently and abruptly, so fast that it was wrenching. It was another kind of burn and I would jerk from the assault in a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. I bit my lip so hard I ripped the soft skin, tasting a little of my blood. He pushed in hard again, the massive girth of the handle expanding my hole. It felt like one of my thicker toys. He shook the dustpan so that the handle jerked left and right, up and down, violently inside me. The massive amount of Tina inside my hole only heightened the feeling. It should have hurt but the fire inside was tinting all my sensations that I only wished the handle were thicker and longer! I groaned louder, my face rubbing against the floor, more tiny hairs collecting on my cheek. He pushed harder and I felt the wide tip of the handle sink inside me, a momentarily glorious pain as the widest part pushed against my manhole. And then it was was just a feeling of being filled as the entire handle was in my hole. He started banging on the flat surface of the dustpan gently at first, then adding gradual pressure as if he was drumming on it, the vibrations echoing inside my tunnel. The tip of the handle was near my prostate so every time he would bang on the dustpan it would send a tiny shockwave inside me. He would bang hard then gradually less pressure and then build it back up again. The decrease it. Then increase it. The vibrations were maddening and random. I could feel precum leaking out of me as if he was milking me. Precum fell to the floor and mixed with the lakes of perspiration on the linoleum surface. And then suddenly he jumped off my body, pulling the handle out of my hole. He yanked it out so fast that it hurt. But it was a magnificent pain like a large wide cock violently pulling out of a furious fuck. I yelled uncontrollably wanting it back inside me. "GET UP!" He shouted. I was shaking, but not from his command, but from everything else: the drugs inside me, the emptiness between my legs and the heat in the shop that seemed to only increase, like my hunger. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat suddenly became evident again, drumming louder and louder like some dub step rhythm rising from under the floorboards. I inhaled deep and exhaled deeper and mentally tried to calm myself. "GET UP I SAID!" S L A P !!! FUCKING HELL! That last strike really hit me this time. The weight and force and suddenness felt like a hot pan scorching on my ass cheek. It stung so bad it momentarily distracted my mind from the hunger and emptiness in between my legs. I took another deep breath and slowly, carefully stood up, turning slightly to him and seeing my crazed reflection in the cracked mirror. I looked deranged. Tiny black hairs were randomly stuck on my face, my chin and somehow my upper body. I looked very, very high. I looked at him standing at arm's length away from me. He looked equally high if not higher. His thick uncut cock was still standing at attention. Suddenly he threw the dustpan across the room where it hit one of the other chairs, banging against the metal surface of the thick base, the clanging echoing in the room for a moment until it fell loudly on the floor, swallowed by the shadows. It caught me by surprise, distracting me. And then I looked at his cock and back at my reflection in the mirror. Nice haircut. I smiled at him and looked deep into his eyes. The blackness that had consumed his iris earlier had faded and I could make out the color of his eyes. He almost smiled at me. "Get back on the chair." He wasn't yelling at me now. He turned the chair so it was in profile again in the mirror and pulled on the side crank as the chair lowered itself by a few inches. I climbed on, setting my ass on the seat. "No-not like that," he grabbed my right arm and pulled me off the seat, manhandling me again with force, turning my body around, guiding me, so that I was facing the back of the chair, my knees bent and kneeling at the seat, my legs spread wide so that they hit the edge of the chair arms, my ass hanging over the seat. "Beautiful," he said, proudly. I turned my head slightly and gazed in the mirror. My ass cheeks looked slightly bruised from the earlier slapping. My hole looked red and puffy. Was that blood on my asslips? Or was it some imagined paranoia setting in? I couldn't tell as everything seemed over-saturated as if this was a Photoshop image with the color levels artificially adjusted. My heart beat louder and louder. He stepped onto the chair, standing on the platform base that was elevated off the floor surface. He faced me, his hard uncut cock pointing at my hungry hole. I took a deep breath. Finally he was going to really fuck me! Out of nowhere we both heard jingling with the lock of the shop door from the outside. We stared at each other silently for a moment, my head cranked awkwardly, as the door pushed in, opening unexpectedly, the blinds on the inside of the glass door rattling. A man stepped inside. He was concealed in the darkness of the shadows at the entrance of the shop, his face indistinguishable. But I could make out his silhouette. He was tall with wide shoulders and a shaved head. He looked very fit. He stepped in quickly, the door slamming shut behind him as his features became more visible in the dim lighting. "HARRISON?!?" The barber and I shouted TOGETHER. We looked at each other for an instant of shock and then at the man, stunned that we BOTH knew him. "DAD?!?" He looked as equally surprised as we did. And then he gulped and said my name, almost in a whisper, suddenly recognizing me, squatting on the chair, my hole pulsing uncontrollably as his father's bulbous uncut cockhead entered my burning hole.

If I have asked them not to cum inside me they usually listen. There were a few times where they were doing me with a condom but slipped it off without me knowing and made me take his load anyway