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Part 32 - How Life Revolves And One Adapts "Not even a hello?" Max asked nervously seeing that Alex was clearly shocked by him being there. Alex suddenly regained his focus "What?" he asked staring at him, "What are you doing here?". Max looked seriously at him with worry "I had to see you Alex" he replied. Alex took a step back "After what you did to me in London?" he said sounding angry. Max began thinking coming here was a mistake "I am sorry Alex. I shouldn't have come" he replied. Every single emotion and feeling ran through his body and head, that feeling he had in Mauritius during those carefree days of being two anonymous people who just happened to fall in love. Alex knew it was not just love but a very real attraction that was strong enough to tear his insides to shred. Despite knowing Max felt the same way there was the big stumbling block of his position and weather Max would ever be able to understand it. It was of course the reason Max turned his back on him. "Why?" Alex asked, "Why did you come Max?". "You" Max replied unable to take his eyes off Alex, "I can't stop thinking about you". Alex put his head in his hands "I can't keep doing this Max, having you run off and leave". Max walked over to Alex and held his hand "Your life scares me Alex" he said, "I admit that and that I love you!". Alex stared at him "I let the person I love slip away, I was foolish to do that Alex and I am sorry" Max said softly. Alex squeezed his hand "Max I can't change anything you understand that, this is who I am, my real identity". Max nodded "I fell in love with Alex not a prince, that much I know now" he replied. Alex studied him "My mother said when you love someone your life adapts to be with them" Max said. "And can you?" Alex asked staring at him, "Adapt to accept who I am, fit in with my crazy family?". Max shrugged "Alex I have no idea what I am doing. All I know is I don't want to go on without you". Alex looked down and his hand in Max's "You are the person I love Max" Alex said looking up at him. Max genuinely smiled "But I don't want you to change from the Max I love" Alex added. Max let go and held his hands in an open gesture "I am Max. I am completely in love with you". Alex let out an anguished groan "I am frightened and scared by my feelings for you" Max added. Max looked at him deeply "I was stupid to run away but when I came back to find you... You had left". Alex stared back "You broke my heart Max" he said softly, "You really did come back looking for me?". "Yes!" Max replied, "The reception told me you had checked out early that morning. Sort of broke my heart as well". Alex could hear the sorrow "I can't repair what I did, I am sorry. Part of me was still shocked by who you are" Max said. The love Alex had in his heart for him was undeniable and hearing him say those words, Alex knew he was being truthful and feel the love Max had for him from his eyes and body language. He knew his life would never be complete unless Max was with him. "Who you saw in Mauritius was the real me, behind closed doors" Alex now said sincerely. Max nodded "I understand that now" he said softly, "Took a few people to tell me that". "I won't push you in to any decisions Max" Alex told him, "I know you have your life in London". Max could tell that the words Alex spoke were genuine and that they would give him some time to sort his life out weather it was in London or here in Monrovia. The more he looked at Alex his love burned stronger and the decision seemed to be clear in his head. "If I have to give up London and my life there I will" Max said softly, "Only to be with you". The smile on Alex's face melted his heart "You mean you will stay?" he asked needing confirmation. What possessed his next action came out of no where and it took Alex completely by surprise thinking he was going to pop the question as Max got on one knee and bowed his head. "Prince Alexander may I request that you officially be my boyfriend" Max said looking up at him. Alex smiled nodding "Yes, but if you run away I will have you locked in the dungeon" he giggled. Max smiled and stood up "I will need to go home and sort everything out" he said. "Then I will come with you" Alex replied adamantly, "And Liam of course" he added. Max laughed "Yeah, that is going to take some adjusting, him over your shoulder all the time". Alex pulled Max up "It will be a big change for you and I do understand that Max". Their arms slipped around each others waists and their lips touched, Alex almost in tears still unable to believe Max was standing here in the palace. He was in no doubt of Max's intentions but there were the many royal hurdles to jump over now, Alex was resolute in his head that if anyone stood in the way of his happiness with Max he would renounce his position, there would be no compromises where Max was concerned if this was to work. "I should leave let you get on with your royal bash tonight" Max said pulling back slightly. Alex shook his head "No you don't!" he said holding him, "You are staying, no running away!". "Alex I am not going anywhere, but this is your party" Max said kissing him softly. Alex looked at him "You are my boyfriend Max, you are staying" he said kissing him. Max smiled a very nervous smile "Alright!" he replied, "So how do I address you then?" he asked. "Alex" Alex replied, "Although formally I am His Royal Highness Prince Alexander Duke of Montcalm" he added. Max grinned "To many words. Can I kiss you your royal highness?" he asked and Alex nodded. The kiss was enough to seal their love "So when do I have to address you as royalty?" Max now asked. "I don't know" Alex replied thinking, "My parents will know" he added. "Your parents?" Max repeated Alex's words, "The king and queen... oh crap!" he said quietly Alex laughed "Yes, but right now you need to come and meet my circle of friends and those closest to me". Max grinned "As in sexually close?" he asked in a dirty seductive voice. "Where did that come from?" Alex asked bursting in to laughter, "I admit I am not a good boy". Max glanced at him curiously "Does that mean you have had sex with them all?" he asked. "God no" Alex replied then went in to thinking mode, "Not all of them!" he remarked. For the moment any thought of how he would even fit in to royal life was forgotten, the man he was in love with had become his boyfriend and was leading him by the hand. Max had not even given any thought to the conversation with Liam earlier and the protocol that would need to play out. Instead he walked with Alex knowing this was the first step of being introduced in to the real world of Alex as Prince Alexander. Opening the door they immediately spotted Liam who was keeping guard to make sure they were not interrupted. Max though was astonished as his eyes took in all the elaborate finery of the surroundings as he finally stepped in to the actual palace areas. Liam smiled and could see clearly this time it was working out as he hoped. Liam holding firmly on to the door handle and they could hear the voice behind the closed door inside Alex's apartment. "Where is my brother?" Alden demanded banging on the door, "Liam open the door!". "Your highness" Liam said bowing his head to Alex, "The crown prince seems aggravated". "I command you to open this door as the crown prince" Alden now said pulling rank and giggling behind the door. Alex nodded "I guess you should let him come out" he said tightening his grip on Max's hand. "Did you just try pulling royal rank over me?" Liam asked chuckling as he opened the door. "Dam right! Thank you" Alden said walking through and Liam closed the door. Alden stood there looking at Max "Who are you?" he asked then noticed Alex holding hands. "Max, my brother Alden, His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Monrovia" he said standing aside. "Alden this is Max" Alex said, "You bow and address him as your royal highness" he said to Max. Max understood this was a formal introduction "Your royal highness" he said bowing his head. Alden nodded in acknowledgement "So this the man from Mauritius?" he asked looking at Alex. "Yes" Alex replied with authority and trying to at guess what Alden was thinking. Alden looked at Max then circled around him "Hurt my brother again you will pay, you dig?" he said. Max didn't know where to look and nodded as Alden laughed "Knob head" Alex said to Alden. Max looked at Alden and could see tinge of a smirk "Well, what are you doing here?" Alden asked. Max bowed his head "Your royal highness I am here to see Alex" he replied glancing at Alex. "Prince Alexander when you are addressing formally" Alden said, "Man you have a lot to learn". "Don't you start on him!" Alex warned his brother pushing him away trying to be the boss. The weirdest of things struck Max as he looked between the two prince's, clearly they were different yet amazingly he found they were like two peas in a pod as they fell to the floor wrestling each other. Quick with their sarcastic quips to each other yet clearly a love and bond between them that was rock solid. Liam pulled Alden off Alex and stood between them with his arms folded facing Alden who then burst out laughing. Alex stood whilst Alden now circled around Max making him even more nervous wondering what the prince was doing. Alden smiled "Are you sure you want my brother Max?" he asked, Max nodded, "I approve". "Like I need your approval dick head" Alex replied smugly yet clearly happy Alden liked him. Alden stood in front of him "You know he has bedded most the male household?" he suddenly said. Max chuckled and Alex lunged at his brother "Oh that is not true!" he cried out. Alex produced one of his protection moves catching Alden off guard and bringing him to the floor where a play fight ensued yet again. Max looked at Liam who shrugged and walked over to Max. "Don't worry about them, they will get over it shortly" Liam said putting his arm around Max. Max looked back "Shouldn't we stop them?" he asked. Liam laughed "Never intervene when those two start" he replied. Max looked at Liam "Well has he?" he asked smirking. Liam knew what he meant "That is not for me to disclose Max" he chuckled. "I think you have given enough way" Max replied, "Should we not wait for Alex?" he asked. "No this could take a long time" Liam replied smiling, "Better if I introduce you". Liam still with his arm around Max's shoulder opened the door to Alex's apartment and guided him inside to the lounge area. Max looked around as suddenly every one went quiet and looked towards them, he nearly burst out laughing but for his nerves. The scene was like one of the movies were a person walked in to a western bar and every one stopped to look. His eyes instantly taking in the sexy muscular guy who he knew as Nick and one of the protection officers having seen him earlier. He was talking to a tall handsome well built official looking man. Then a group of younger guys ranging in age but not by much, each one different in their own right. No one quite sure of who he was except Nick, Josh and Artem. When he saw Max appear Artem walked over and stood in front of him. "Artem isn't it?" Max asked nervously as Liam removed his arm from Max's shoulder. "Hell!" Artem said smiling, "Well I never expected to see you standing here in the palace after London!". Max looked down nervously "Yeah I know, neither did I to be honest" he replied. Artem held out his hand and Max shook it "I hope this is a good visit" he said and Max nodded. Nick walked over pushing Artem out of the way "Nice to see you again" he said roughly hugging him. Liam chuckled "Nick, down boy!" he said but Max was so charmed by his tattoos and muscles. Max sniggered and pulled back looking at him "Nice" he said, "I mean nice to see you again". Nick laughed and Liam pulled Max away as Alex and Alden appeared looking red in the face and tucking their shirts back in to look presentable. Alex took a step back and watched as Alden walked over to Max putting his arm around Max's shoulder guiding announcing he would do the introductions. Alden cleared his throat in a royal manner befitting his status that had a few of them laugh as he called them over. "Right introductions. Nick my protection officer, Liam is Alex's" Alden started. Max nodded "Artem his valet and assistant, Jackson head of the royal household" Alden added. Again Max nodded "Francis my valet who is banging with Jackson who was my valet" he said laughing, "I know complicated". Max chuckled as he spoke "Tom palace footman, Marty here is Master of the royal horses". Max was just about keeping up with Alden "Josh you have met" Alden finished and looked at Max. "Okay think I have got it" Max replied. "Good, I am not doing it again" Alden said laughing, "Guys this is Max" he proudly said. A few mouths dropped open "I don't need to remind you about protocol decree 14.2.1" Alden added. Everyone in the room nodded "Of course your royal highness" they all replied. Max noticed the surprised looks that instantly told him that everyone except Tom seemed to know all about him. Alex finally pushed Alden away and took Max by the hand over to meet everyone. Meeting Marty was by far quite intimidating when he spoke, the vibrations from his deep voice had him trembling at the knees and Alex laughing 'Did the same thing to me I can tell you!' he whispered. Max was very observant and being new to the group he quickly picked up that Marty kept looking over his shoulder in Josh's direction. Then there was Nick who he figured was gay and he would frequently take sneaking glances at Tom who seemed oblivious to it. Liam brought Max a beer over and he gradually explained about the people in the room are those that Alex trusts and confide in and are very close to him. Max was intriguing to the group except Alden who was too busy joking and laughing with Nick and Jackson when Francis left him alone. "Quite a lot of gay guys here" Max said quietly. Liam smiled "Yeah I suppose. Monrovia has no discrimination on that score". Max chuckled "I guess you are not?" he asked looking at Liam raising an eyebrow. "No" Liam replied but he guessed what Max wanted to know, "I have with Alex" he said quietly. Max smirked "I did wonder seeing you in Mauritius" he replied, "You looked way more than friends". "You understand how close I am to Alex?" Liam asked and Max nodded like it was okay. "Liam, how come you don't address Alex the same way as Alden?" Max asked out of curiosity. Liam smiled "In private he is Alex, Alden is heir and the crown prince so retains stricter protocols" he replied. "Right" Max said partially getting it, "So he is more senior to Alex?" he now asked. "Yes he will become the monarch eventually" Liam said putting his arm on Max's shoulder. Max looked on nervously "This whole thing scares me Liam, what if I don't fit in?" he asked. Liam smiled "It won't be easy the first few months Max, take it slowly and be patient". Max nodded slowly "You will fit in Max" Liam replied assuring Max that it caught him off guard. He was certainly not left in a corner since Marty took quite a shine to Max when he wasn't watching Josh's every move, he sat on the floor with him and Tom chatting away. It was like he had been part of this group for years the way he was made to feel at ease, he did notice that mostly when people addressed Alden they switched to slightly more formal mode. Alex looked on at Max and how well he was fitting in, even Alden went over and sat on the floor with them chatting away and delightfully telling Max about Josh and the suit he wants made. It hadn't escaped him that his brother would have his work cut out with bringing Max in to this world, but that was not for now and he would help in any way to make his brother happy. Marty went over to Alex who was opening a can of soda "He is nice Alex" he said. Alex smiled "Thanks, glad you approve" he replied, "Speaking of which talk to Josh". For the first time Marty went all coy and shy "I can see there is an attraction" Alex added, In fact everyone has noticed". "You think?" Marty asked looking at Alex who nodded, "He is dam sexy" he said looking at Josh. Marty went quiet for a moment "Does that mean I have now lost you as entertainment?" he asked. Alex shrugged "I guess so" he replied glancing at Marty, "Suppose you will have to ask Max". Alex caught Josh's eye and beckoned him over "What are you doing?" Marty asked about walk off before Alex held him. "Getting you to together" Alex said straight up, "Josh have you met Marty?" he asked. "Kind of" Josh replied grinning stupidly and staring at Marty. "Good" Alex said smiling pulling them together, "Marty fancies you and you fancy Marty" he said walking off. He glanced back over his shoulder as he joined Max on the floor and the spark between Marty and Josh ignited the whole room as they nervously looked at each other and began chatting properly. It wasn't long before Josh was giggling and laughing with Marty, Alex smiled and put his arm around Max. "You taking my fun away?" Tom asked Alex nodding to where Marty was mesmerised by Josh. Max glanced to see what was going on "Sorry Tom but that was getting silly" Alex apologised. Tom shrugged "Yeah he has been completely distracted by him all evening, almost ignoring me" he said. "We will find someone else for you to play with" Alex replied giggling. "Guess I am not going to get you then?" Tom asked smirking at Alex and Max. Max chuckled "So is part of us being together that you taking a cheap mistress in?" he asked nodding at Tom. "Fucking cheek!" Tom said pushing Max so he fell over on his side dragging Alex with him. Max sat up smirking and noticing the envious look from Nick "Someone has the hots for you". "Who?" Tom asked looking around the room like a meercat. His first glance around the room revealed nothing as everyone was talking minding their own business. Immediately he thought Max was winding him up so he set on him again. Tom was strong and had Max pinned on the floor straddling across his chest keeping him down. The roars of laughter had Alden and Francis bounding across from the sofas they were sitting on and setting on Tom, Francis held him down whilst Alden tickled him trying to find his weakest spot, Liam and Nick stood there watching and laughing. "Never seen Alden looking so chilled out" Nick said, "That Elethera was no fun!". Liam kept glancing at Nick then laughed "You fancy him?" he asked discreetly. Nick looked at him "Who?" he replied, "Alden?" he questioned and Liam shook his head. "You know dam well who I am talking about Nick!" Liam remarked giving him the you know expression. Nick shrugged "Cute and very rugged but massive age gap" he replied. "Yeah probably is a bit young even for you" Liam said offering Nick another drink. Nick laughed "Man if I was younger I would be on that and he wouldn't be able to walk by the morning". Liam chuckled "Yuk!" he said grinning, "Marty has already trained him in the stables" he said quietly. Nick burst out laughing "Who hasn't he trained!" he remarked seeing Liam's look, "No!" Nick said looking horrified. The evening went so quickly and Max soon discovered that despite who Alex was, in reality he was the opposite and the same the person he got to know in Mauritius. Laid back, chilled out and treated as a normal person with the close circle of people he considered friends. Alex couldn't be happier as he felt right now and couldn't face the prospect of Max having to leave. Alex wandered over to Liam "Do you have to take Max back to his hotel?" he asked. Liam shook his head "Not if you want him to stay" he replied. "Too late to ask permission though" Alex replied knowing he still had to follow palace rules. Liam smiled "All taken care of Alex. The king has permitted it" he said. Alex smirked and kissed him on the cheek "Should have known you would have done that already". "Max can stay as long as you or he wants" Liam added, "He will need to see the king tomorrow to start the protocol". Alex nodded "You mean follow the protocol?" he asked looking at Liam. "Yes, the wheels are in motion already Alex, be sure you both really want this" Liam added. As the night drew on the party began to disperse with Alden, Tom, Jackson and Francis being first to leave. Liam chuckling watching Nick who was watching Tom walking out of the door. Artem tidying up left after Nick and Liam had departed leaving Alex, Max, Marty and Josh sat on the floor chatting away, none of them realising how much alcohol they had consumed having completely lost track of the evening. Alex felt completely happy that Max was finally with him and was so chilled out and slightly drunk, Max was slightly tipsy since they kept toasting each other. Marty was sat next to Josh who had his hand on Marty's leg and Marty with his arm around Josh's neck keeping him close and falling stupidly in love with this clean cut attractive guy that was completely his opposite, although nothing was showing besides the look they were also both slightly drunk having way too many shots. The four of them laughed and giggled climbing on to the two sofas that faced towards each other with only the coffee table between them, Marty and Josh on one, Max and Alex on the other. "Are you two going to kiss or what?" Alex asked looking at Marty and Josh. Josh shrugged at looked at Marty "Do I have your permission?" Marty asked looking at Alex. Alex smiled "You don't need my permission Marty, anyway you always take what you want" he said. "You never complained though" Marty replied giggling. Max noticed the glint in Alex's eyes "No way! You two had sex!" he said out of the blue. Josh laughed as Marty smirked and nodded "He can take a good whipping with a riding crop Max". Alex opened his mouth unable to speak "You will have to show me Marty" Max replied. Marty threw his head back laughing "Do more than show you!" he remarked getting a punch from Josh. Marty looked at Josh "Don't worry you will get it as well, and more!" he said confidently. "Is that so!" Josh replied before being pulled in by Marty and kissed. "Nice" Marty said looking in his eyes, "You are my boyfriend now!" he stated clearly to Josh. Josh stared in his eyes then shrugged his shoulders "Whatever!" he said sitting back beaming. Max was laughing away to himself "You won't be laughing when I have finished with you" Marty added. Max held his hands up "No way" he said looking shocked, "I like my sex in the bedroom". Marty cocked his head to one side "You want it now then?" he asked Max. "I don't think so" Max replied as Alex placed his hand over his groin laughing. "He is turned on Marty" Alex said rubbing Max's crotch even more. "Stop it" Max giggled trying to push Alex's hand away. "I should get going look at the time" Josh said breaking the mood and trying to stand clumsily. "You are in no fit state to go anywhere" Alex said still holding on to Max's groin. "You can come and stay with me Josh" Marty offered looking at him "What about me or was that all talk!" Max asked giggling still fighting Alex off. Alex looked at Josh "Why don't you both stay here my bed is big enough" he said innocently. They all looked at him and it was Marty who spoke up "Gang bang?". Alex looked shocked the giggled "Only if Josh and Max are okay with it". Josh got to his feet and walked over sitting on Max's lap "Still hard down there I see". Max felt out of place and looked at Alex who grinned "Err..." he started saying. Alex leaned over and kissed Max "I want to watch" he said then kissed him again. Max chuckled and nodded "Kiss me you horny fucker" Josh demanded launching forward to kiss him. Max overpowered him with ease and wrapped his arms around Josh lifting him as he stood up laughing and nearly loosing his footing, he held on firmly to Josh's surprise. Marty had made his move on Alex putting him in a fireman lift over his shoulder and carrying him towards the bedroom, the alcohol seemed to have no effect on Marty's balance and he marched quickly and efficiently to the bedroom. He glanced at Max who still seemed a tad timid about this whole sordid thing, he was put at ease by the smile Alex gave him and the indication that he was going to have Max at some point.

----- Part 6 ----- We chowed down on the pizza, both of us hungry from lots of exercise and not much sustenance. A few beers and slices took care of that. Paul and I talked while we ate and we kept talking until we ran out of beer. "How's your ass feelin?" I asked. "Fuckin on fire" Paul replied with a concerned look hoping I didn't want to fuck him again. "I'll go easy this time" I said chuckling. "At least you're not hung like the pizza dude" Paul replied. "Gee, thanks" I replied sarcastically. I knew what he meant, but it still made me feel a little inadequate. So, I didn't go easy on him. We started on the couch with him bent over the arm. Apparently, he'd put the plug back in after Marco bred him and he still had quite a bit of Marco's seed in his hole. A firm yank got the plug out and I followed it with one hard thrust. I planted my cock balls deep in him and it left a ring of cum around the base of my cock. Ten minutes of drilling had forced a lot of Marco's seed out, but his hole was still pretty sloppy. Several minutes later, I gave a few tugs on his arm and I had him on the floor on his back, laying on a small rug. With his legs over my shoulders, my cock slammed back into him with a thud and a scream. When he screamed again with the next thrust, I grabbed the towel nearby and stuffed the corner of it into his mouth. Noises still came out, but they were pretty well muffled as I drilled him. I made it another twenty minutes before I couldn't wait any longer. Several spurts replaced most of Marco's cum with my own viral brew. When I pulled my cock out I told Paul "Hold your legs and don't move." I found the plug and pushed it back into Paul's battered hole. I never had done a multi-cumming, all day fuck with one guy before. The most had been five guys I'd fucked at a party right after I'd moved here, but still that time was only three hours long, I only came twice and bred two different guys. Four fucks with Paul and the resulting loads in one day left me exhausted, drained and thirsty. After gulping down a few glasses of water, I made it back to bed to find Paul already there, asleep. I added another mark on his back and smiled, thinking that there was no way he was going to escape the bug after this weekend. -- It was only 6 AM when I woke up Sunday morning. I knew we didn't have a lot of time before Paul had to go to the airport. He was awakened by me rolling him on his stomach and pulling the plug out of his ass. Seconds later, my morning wood was sliding into his pussy again. He groaned, partly from being rudely awakened and partly from me plowing into his abused hole. I wanted to fuck him for a long time, but I really couldn't. My body was still tired but my balls needed to fill my willing victim with an eighth toxic load. I collapsed on his back after the last pulse and was asleep moments later. Even though my cock slipped out while I was snoozing, the position we were in made sure that the cum stayed where it belonged. I woke a few hours later when he pushed me off and crawled out of bed. I heard him pissing and chuckled that he was following my orders from the day before and not pushing out any of my seed. Paul came back to bed and cuddled with me. We kissed and groped for almost an hour. "I'm sorry. I've been a greedy ass most of this weekend. All I was concerned with was getting my own needs met and using you to poz me up" Paul said. "Yeah, I know, but I got something out of it too. I realized that our relationship has changed and you're never going to be my boyfriend again. Occasional fuckbuddy is about it. But... and much more important, I found out that I'm going to be OK. Different, but OK" I replied. There were a few minutes of silence which I broke by saying "I got one more charged load for you and then you're going to have to pay up." Before Paul could say anything, I was between his legs and rolling him back. My cock was at full attention and I quickly stuffed it back into his bruised hole. "FUCK!" he screamed out and I responded with a sinister laugh. My hips thrust in and out, pounding him just as hard as I had on Friday evening. I didn't know where the energy was coming from but it didn't matter. His grunts and groans all hinted at the pain he was enduring and I didn't care. "Just remember... I OWN this ass... It's my bug that you're gonna carry until you die" I growled out as I got closer. The look on his face finally had fear in it and I wasn't sure why it was finally hitting him after a weekend of continuous fucking. "Beg for it" I growled louder. By now, I had him rolled back on his shoulders and was pile driving into him. He was trapped and each thrust was harder than the last. He didn't say anything other than a few whimpers. "Say it!" I yelled. Finally there was a meek "Poz me" coming from his lips. "What? I couldn't hear that!" I growled. I knew one more load probably wouldn't matter, I just wanted to hear him beg one last time. "POZ Me" he said louder. It didn't have any of the confidence from Friday or Saturday. He understood that I was now the one in charge after all these years. He'd unleashed a dominant streak inside me or maybe his was crumbling away. A few more jabs into his wrecked hole were all I had left and they were followed by ropes of my charged seed. It felt good to flood his hole again and feel the warm cum surround my cock inside him. I was drained in more ways than one. I stayed there, staring back at him, watching my sweat drip on to his chest and face. "Stay" I commanded as I pulled out of him and went over to my toy box again. I found an old silicone plug to seal my cum inside for his flight home. While it might have been funny to watch him try and get through security with the metal plug we'd been using all weekend long, I'm sure they'd pull it out and he'd lose some of the precious cum it was holding in. Besides, I wanted to keep the good one. The silicone one was a little thicker than the metal one and Paul definitely felt it going in. My hand gave him a slap on his ass before I roll crawled next to him and said "Now ya gotta give me the last neg load you will ever shoot. I'm beat and might have let it slide since you gave me one Friday, but you wasted your load on the wall yesterday when Marco fucked you." Paul nodded before he rolled over and took his position behind me. He spread my ass apart and drooled some spit over the hole. I felt his cock against my ass ring and he hesitated. After a few moments of nothing happening, I started to push back and he pressed in, breaching my hole on the third try. He plowed his cock in and out and after a few minutes it became a proper fuck. As tentative as he started, he lasted almost thirty minutes, all of it with him behind me. I never flipped on my back, I was either on my knees or stomach. It was just a fuck and he was just a top, like so many other hookups I'd bottomed for. He began to grunt and thrust slowly until he drove in and filled my hole. The load he shot was huge. I guess his balls had plenty of time to reload since the night before. He pulled out a few minutes later and laid next to me, his arm draped over my back and we fell asleep again. The alarm went off and he got up, showered and dressed as I laid on the bed replaying the weekend in my mind. For the first time since Friday night, we had clothes on again. Me in just a pair of sweat pants and him wearing clean jeans and a tee. We hugged and kissed before he walked out the door, heading to the airport. The kiss had little of the passion we used to have, but it showed what our new relationship was. I slapped his butt just like I had done to Marco the night before as he left. While I had feared having sex with him before he arrived, that was pretty much all we did the whole weekend. Now my fear was gone and as I told him, I knew that I was going to be just fine as a poz guy.

Keep the feedback coming, guys. xxx Chapter 2. I continued, sharing more of me and my boyfriend’s naughty devolution with Andy… My boy and I took a vacation to Key West a few months after getting back from Spain, where he’d let me breed him with three anonymous loads. Unsurprisingly, at our clothing-optional resort, something similarly raunchy happened. My boy and I were rolling around in our room and decided to go to the second floor maze area of the main building. I bent my boy over and ate his hole as other guests strolled by. I rawfucked my boy while three guys gathered and jerked off. The first guy, early 60s with a furry belly, jerked his big uncut cock and asked if my boy would take his cock. I started to pull out to give my boy the chance to answer. He was clearly conflicted, so turned to his slutty desire while also holding back a bit. The guy said, ‘make up your mind. I’m gonna cum!’ My boy groaned and hissed, ‘cum on his dick!’ And the stranger did. He shot five big slimy globs of seed right on my dick, my shaft sticking out of my boy’s unprotected hole. I knew I wanted to slide it and inseminate my boy with the stranger’s cum but I waited for him to beg me. ‘Put it in me,’ I heard my boy moan. I slid slowly in and watched as my boy’s hole squeezed that fresh load of cum off my cock and into his guts. The other two men jerked off to the sight of me breeding my boy with another man’s anonymous seed. They both came, shooting their loads on my boy’s upturned ass and lower back. They were both tall, tan, and lean. I later learned that they were locals who often came by to load up visiting tourists. One guy later told me that he liked to leave visitors with something to remember him by, a kind of souvenir. He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t get the details. I leaned forward, feeling their fresh loads of cum smear on my abs. ‘Do you want their cum inside you too,’ I asked. He nodded, eyes clenched, giving into what he wanted. The men wiped their fresh cum out of my treasure trail. They smeared their fingers into my boy’s crack and onto my cock. I hammered those loads into him before adding mine. My cum mixed with three anonymous loads from total strangers as I shot deep inside him. The guys left and I sat my boy down on the red vinyl bench. He leaned back and spread his legs so I could admire his wrecked cummy pussy, now leaking four loads. I leaned in to start lapping, and he closed his legs. My boy decided that he wanted to let all that fresh cum seep into his hole this time. I slowly spread his legs again and lifted them up, promising to not let him lose another drop. For five minutes, he whimpered as I fingered each pearl of cum seeping out of his loose hole. I was steadily sliding two upturned fingers all the way inside him, making sure it all went deep inside and stayed there to fully soak into his tender guts. Back in the bar, my work pal Andy was gasping, open-mouthed as I finished my naughty story. With our knees touching on our barstools, I looked down and saw a dark wet forming a spot the size of a quarter as Andy leaked precum. Andy asked if my boy and I had gone farther than that. I asked if getting three strangers cum absorbing into my boy’s raw hole wasn’t far enough. He placed my hand on top of his hard leaking cock and pressed it. ‘No. I want to know if you two got into other guys fucking him.’ I honestly shook my head, no, and added, ‘not yet.’ When my boy realized I would be open to it, he freaked out. He was afraid he’d go off the deep end and become a real cumslut. I assured him I’d be ok with that, but he suggested we take some time to just be with each other. I went on telling Andy what happened next. Our newly-chaste sexlife worked for us for a while. After a few months of monogamous bareback sex, it got tedious and a little boring. We went from fucking daily to maybe once a week. After we’d had such risky adventures, my cock stretching my boy’s hole open and leaving him filled with only one load just wasn’t particularly thrilling. When fucking him, I’d tease my boyfriend telling him how nice his hole felt loaded with cum. He’d moan and I’d breed him. Sometimes, I’d get hot enough dirty talking that I would stay hard and cum again. That was the best, with his hole already worked open and already lubed with my cum. It felt so good that sometimes I’d jerk off thinking about his beautiful cummy hole while at work with a condom rolled over my dick. I’d fill it up with my load and tie it off, ready to pour into my boy as soon as I was back at home. I began regularly pouring my afternoon loads into my boy’s hole while fucking him. The sounds of that gloppy fuckery really got me going. Two loads was always better than one but not as hot as when I knew I was plowing through someone else’s sticky nut. After a few weeks of increasingly stale sex, my boyfriend suggested a quiet weekend at a gay resort upstate from the city. I asked if he wanted to be naughty there, and there was a twinkle in his eye. That weekend, we rented a car and drove the four hours north. I thought I’d be able to hold my bladder, but just a few miles away from the resort, I needed to take a piss really badly. We pulled into a sleepy rest area. I walked briskly to the singular urinal and whipped out my cock. I heard rustling and knew someone was in the one large stall. I pissed and pissed and pissed. The urinal automatically flushed but I knew I wasn’t finished. After a few moments of silence, whoever was in the stall started moving thinking that I must have left. I heard moaning and pounding and knew someone was getting fucked in there. I still had to piss, but the sex sounds were making me hard. I stayed there with a growing erection willing my bladder to behave. From the deep groans, I knew it was two men fucking in the stall. It’d been a few minutes and my boy came to check on me. When I saw him in the door, I held a finger up to my lips as a signal to be quiet. He tiptoed in and heard the hot fuck going on. My boy grinned and grasped his crotch. The guys finished loudly, and I heard the sound of toilet paper rustling and pants being pulled up, and a whisper to ‘see you again as soon as you can get away…’ The other guy replied, ‘thanks for bagging up. I wouldn’t want to get anything that I could spread to my husband.’ I heard them kiss, then the sound of the stall unlocking. The first guy to exit looked mortified to see two people in the bathroom who had clearly heard what was going on. He made a quick getaway, but not before I saw his t-shirt had the logo of the resort we were headed towards. The next guy looked like a lumberjack or a truck driver, flannel and all. My boy waved to the hunky man and we grinned as he left, almost proud of what he’d been witnessed doing. My boy giggled as he headed to the stall to empty his own bladder. We both laughed as we finished our piss. I went to wash my hands and he joined me. He stood behind me and in the mirror over the sink, I saw his wide eyes. He held up a used condom, steaming with warmth. The reservoir was full of cloudy thick cum. I was instantly hard again. He handed me that rubber and nodded. Without a pause, my boy went back to the stall. I followed him. I knew he enjoyed me pouring my own cum out of a condom to lube my dick, and here he was wordlessly asking me to pour a stranger’s cum onto my dick and fuck it into his hole. My boy pulled down his pants and arched his back, sticking out his beautiful butt. He used both hands to spread his cheeks, leaning his cheek into the cold tile. I unzipped and let my rockhard cock fall onto his asscrack. Like some sort of filthy hotdog between big thick buns, I poured that cum onto my bare cock and eased it into my boy. He grunted and pushed back, fucking himself on that stranger’s load. Within minutes, both of our loads were swimming around inside my boy’s pussy. Only after I’d fuck the cum from that used condom inside my boy did I wonder if it was the lumberjack’s load or the resort employee. I figured it didn’t matter and not knowing definitely turned me on. I thought how raunchy of one of them to allow himself to sleep around and be fucked, but only safely. Andy asked me if anything more happened at the resort, and I nodded. I told him that I often carried a condom now just in case someone wanted to lose a load and I could bring it home to my boy. Just then, Andy’s phone vibrated, and he grabbed it. His boyfriend, Luke, was messaging to ask if he was headed home soon, followed by a horny emoji. He showed it to me and suggested we take the conversation back to his place. After all, I’d started this conversation with Andy when he gauged my interest in watching him fuck his boyfriend. We hailed a cab and, on the way, Andy texted Luke to tell him to prepare to put on a show, that he was bringing over company. Luke replied that he’d hop in the shower and that he was already cleaned out hoping for Andy’s load that night. He wrote a reply, showed me, and then deleted it without sending saying ‘YOU MAY GET MORE THAN ONE LOAD TONIGHT.’ I asked Andy flat out if he was into sharing Luke and he told me, while grinning, that he’d not really thought about going all the way. Then he winked. He asked me to describe what it felt like slipping into my boyfriend’s cummy freshly-fucked hole. With the cab driver listening, I described collecting full used condoms and pouring them onto my shaft and slipping that cum into my boy’s willing hole. I described how puffy and opened-up sliding into cum-slick ass felt, like a moist loose glove. I described to Andy how risky it was putting a stranger’s cum in my boy’s unprotected pussy. I could see Andy getting even harder in his pants. As we talked, he had one hand on his crotch and one on my thigh. The cab driver smirked at us as we pulled up to Andy’s building saying, ‘you boys have fun now.’ Andy raced to the door after asking me to stay outside for a minute to get things ready. He stepped inside and I turned back to note that the cab was still there. The driver was fiddling with his phone trying to pick him his next fare. I flagged him down as he started to pull away and walked back over to the car. He asked if I’d forgotten something. I nodded. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a condom. He looked confused. I pointed to the bulge in his pants and asked him to slip the rubber on and quickly rub one out. He instantly opened his fly and fished out a nice big cock. I rolled the rubber on and jerked him off. ‘I’m straight,’ he said, ‘but getting my wife seeded turns me on too!’ He came within thirty seconds. I tossed my business card at him suggesting we stay in touch. He yanked the condom off and I tied it up. The cab drove off as I arrived on the stoop just in time for Andy to invite me in. I held up the cab driver’s condom as Andy’s jaw dropped and he beckoned me inside, knowing something amazing was about to happen. To be continued….

I have surrendered to my lust for cock and cum. I am a religious man who now prays to dark forces and I am consumed by desire. I am about to take my first bareback cock in this seedy motel. …In the dim light of porn, I watched him measure what seemed to be very precise amounts. He tied off and slapped his arm a few times. Found a vein and drew the syringe back. He had a vein. He shot half the syringe and drew back again. This time the fluid was dark pink. That was some serious blood. He withdrew the needle, now half loaded with his blood gave me the deliciously lecherous look. I was giddy with anticipation as he licked the needle. He asked again: "Are you ready to go all the way?" I nodded. And extended my arm. Tied off with my forearm vein bulging, he found his angle, slid it in, and slammed the plunger. He pulled the belt and counted "Two. One." I gasped, and my lungs froze -- it felt like my body short-circuited -- moments later I was hit by a coughing fit. I slid my shorts around my ankles and started squirming. The rush was unbelievable, but holy fuck, the raw lust was incomprehensible. He knew I was ready to fuck. "How you like that?" "Oh dude. Oh. Oh. dude. I started fingering my ass. My darkest desires, fueled by this chemical lust, became an overwhelming need. I don't recall even making a decision. I simply Knew. I knew with absolute certainty, that I was going to give into my carnal urges. I laid on my back and started stroking my cock. I was writhing in anticipation. He stood up. The chubby sixty-year-old balding man was going to be my first bareback cock. His cock was fat with a pierced through the center of a thick mushroom head. He turned the lights off and propped the door open. Others would be joining us. A shot of adrenaline coursed through me. This was real! Oh my god this is real! I didn't know it was possible to feel this much lust. The rush in my head, and the hunger in my ass was raging. He grabbed my ankles, spread my legs back, and buried his face in my hole. This lit my ass on fire with feral hunger. I squirmed in uninhibited joy. My most secret porn fantasies were coming true. His grizzled chin and probing fingers weren't rough, but they weren't gentle either. He would alternate dragging his stubbly chin across my bare exposed sphincter and burying his tongue deep in my hole. Lick, suck, tongue, chafe. Rinse and repeat. He passed me the bottle of poppers and hit them hard and held. Lick, suck, tongue, chafe. Rinse and repeat. I sat up and climbed between his legs. I slid his semi hard cock in my mouth and started suckling it. It was my pacifier. I came up for air. "I need more." I went balls deep and pressed my face against his pelvis. I couldn't breathe. I gagged once but surrendered to the pleasure of having his cock fucking my throat. The musky scent of his hairy crotch sent a shiver of piggish lust through me. I came up for air. "I need to fuck." He pulled my head off an we locked eyes. In the dimmest of light, his were gleaming with sweet lechery. I imagined myself to be his son. He crammed his cock back in my mouth. I worshipped his meat it with novice enthusiasm, gagging and slobbering on every sweet thrust. Eventually, he pushed my face off and pulled me to his lap. I climbed on top and pressed the my hole against the head of his cock. I didn't wait for him to finish sliding in. I lowered myself on his cock and slid down on it in until I had swallowed the entirety his magnificent bare cock with my ass. There was no pain -- only the giddy pleasure of offering my virgin hole to a stranger. I gyrated my hips and wrapped my arms around him. Bare cock was inside me! It felt so deliciously dirty! I kept gyrating with slow steady purpose. I had never imagined how pleasurable it would feel to grind my hips while savoring the fullness of his cock so deep in me. I wanted his lust. I wanted to be the object of his fantasies He finally filled me with his slippery warmth. It came abrubtly in one final deep thrust and a series of uncontrollable spasms. I delighted at the forbidden pleasure of my hole filled with the cum of this seedy lover. "Oh, Daddy. Your bare cock feels so good in me. Ohhhhh fuuuuck. Yeah." The pleasure of surrendering to my drug-fueled fantasies was exquisite. He rolled off me and panted. A small gush of his cum oozed from my hole as he pulled out. I scarcely felt a moment of depraved satisfaction before my feral lust demanded more. More cock. More men. More cum. I laid there fingering myself and smearing the fresh cum around my freshly fucked hole and contemplated the best place to find old men with depraved sexual hunger for my flesh. I licked my fingers and shoved them in my ass, smeared, and licked again. As I lay there fingering myself and smearing his cum around my freshly fucked hole, I contemplated the best place to find old men with depraved sexual needs. I decided I would cruise the cinema and bookstore later. I was beyond consumed by desire for perversion. I wanted old men with toxic cum. I was giving myself over to my darkest desires. "You like that cum, young man." He wasn't asking. He was telling. "We’re going to fill that sweet hole of yours tonight." I moaned my agreement. I am sooooooooo hungry to defile myself with foul seed. Quantity is its own quality – I will refuse no man -- but my cumhole begs to be a vessel of pleasure for only the most perverted fantasies of anonymous men. I need to wreck my hole until it's a bloody pulp and slather it with infected seed. I need to milk yours and every other man's poz load into my hole. I know that I have only begun to corrupt my cumhole, but as I cruise The Breeding Zone, I am consumed by an arcade of deviant sexual fantasies; Each of which demands unspeakable acts of perversion in exchange for the promise of supernatural pleasure.

I honestly was't cruising, just cutting across the park . A middle aged guy walked past me and said. "you wanna come with me". OK , a middle aged guy with really tight khakis, showing his "enthusiasm". "Just around the block" he said. I think my tongue hanging out of my mouth gave the game away. He said almost nothing else to me. Go to his place. He opened the door, kicked his shoes off and pointed at the table in the entry and said "bend over". I pulled down my jeans. He spat on his cocked and plunged WAsn't quite ready for that had to fight back a scream. Tried to pull out away from him but he gave me a sharp slap on the butt and pulled me back don on his cock. HE kept a steady rhythm for a good 15 minutes, had me in hog heaven. When he finally came I reached around and pulled him in to me. he gave me a few more thrusts, then pulled out, and said "thanks" in a way that let me know my presence was not longer needed. Felt used, but also well-used and horny as hell. Was cruising around the park in the cold for a good 45 minutes. Then I saw him again. He nodded and i followed back to his place . Round two. "Bend over". This time I was ready. Think he took his Viagra. He fucked for much longer than the first time. My legs were shaking,. When he came the second time, he didn't let out a sound, just pulled me back down onto his cock and held it in until it was , well, not rock hard. He said thanks with the same look as before. I was exhausted and horny as hell, but had the good sense to go home. Wonder if he went back to the park again.

The 10 load hotel visit - load 10 My final dick was from a regular who I had been chatting with throughout this fuck fest. This anon 26 year old regularly breeds me but only when I have at least 2 loads in me. I had been keeping him posted all evening and he wanted to go last in me. He always fucks anon and always likes me preloaded. He couldn’t wait to sample my sloppy cunt with 9 loads in. I couldn’t wait to have him use me and all the strangers cum I had in me. He had driven 40 miles to take a turn in my loaded sloppy cunt cunt. I was on all fours when he messaged he had arrived and was bursting to slide in me. I knew I had better popper up as I’m just a cumslut for dumping a load in and he Always fucks good and hard. I don’t recall him stripping but I so remember he took my poppers straight away. His dick pushed against my cummy hole as he took a hit and pushed on in, very slowly. There was no chat but he messaged afterwards to say there was a really strong cum smell from my cunt, he’d never experienced that before but it was incredibly horny. I could tell that. When I had his full throbbing 8.5 inches balls deep in me he just parked it while he poppered up - deep and heavy. When he was ready I was passed the poppers and he started to slam fuck me as hard as he could. I think it was the sound of cum squelching from my hole and the feel of his cock gliding into the cum from multiple guys that had him turned on so much, either way I was taking a good pounding and proving that I am a complete whore when offered anonymous loads from strangers. My jock was soaked with cum from my ass that had been forced out of my cunt. With his cock deep in me, my horny top then did something incredibly horny. I was asked to answer just yes or no. Would if I take 2 loads from rubbers he’d brought with him? Yes! I then felt him place them on my back. He picked one up, ripped it open and slid his dick out far enough for this cold cum to be poured over his dick and down my crack. He then jerked his dick very gradually back and forth. He was totally getting off on this. His dick was rock solid inside me. He grabbed he poppers back and took several more long hits, passed them back and ripped open the second rubber. Once again I felt cold cum over my hole. I could feel his fingers playing in the cum, then with one foot on the bed he reached forward, pushing his cummy fingers into my mouth. Wow! Taking a strangers cum load at both ends simultaneously. I really was being used as a CUMPIG. It was with his fingers in my mouth and his solid dick in my cummy cunt that he very slowly and carefully bred me. No frantic pounding, this was a horny unload in my cunt as he clearly wanted to use me to get off in, knowing that multiple guys had used my hole to do exactly the same. He pushed his dick as deep as he could and pumped his hot huge cum load into me as he gently groaned. It was like a guy enjoying a smoke... simply pleasuring himself inside me and dumping his load. When he was done he added the number 1, to the previous tag to read, ‘1 USED BITCH’. He dressed and left having delivered the 10th load into me. When he got to the car he messaged to say I had impressed him, the room and my hole smelt of cum and that drove him wild! One horny evening, 10 hot loads, one poz dick and a very happy cumdump!

Frankly, while "eye-candy" is always nice to look at, they're seldom experienced enough to know their craft. Puppies are cute, sweet, all of that ... and some young guys are too. I mean, 25 or under (or boys that have just come out). My Cock much prefers men. Men who are comfortable in their Lusts, have plenty of experience in servicing Cocks, aren't full of the inevitable insecurities that young guys are sorting out. I'm always ready to extend help/advice if asked, but when it comes to Breeding, I want experienced Holes.

As a top, I voted the fuck. But as a former bottom, I fully understand those who voted for the load. I'm multiorgasmic, and I liken my orgasms to going out to dinner - the first is like the appetizer in that it usually arrives quickly, the second is like the main course in that it takes longer to arrive and the third is like dessert in that sometimes you get it and sometimes you don't. Plus, the longer I fuck until I cum, the larger the load gets, (Think of whipping cream.) Plus, with 25mg of a little blue pill in me, I can pretty much get hard at will for ~18 hours and fuck long after I can no longer cum.

For some reason, long SEA layovers don't come along often. But I always try to get one when I see them. I don't have any regulars there, so my plan was to get checked in, cleaned up, and head to Steamworks by 4PM. But I got a little sidetracked and never made it there. When I was ready to head to the baths, I quickly got on Sniffies just to have a look around. I was hit up almost immediately by a blank profile, but he'd sent a dick pic. He was hung well, and very girthy. Two years go in SEA, I chatted with a guy on Sniffies that had a profile and a dick pic. I'd pinned the message (saved it), and I couldn't help thinking that these 2 dicks looked very very similar. And similarly they were both married, bi, and looking to get off before heading home. If it was the same guy, he's HOT! So I invited him to stop by. I was to leave a key in the lobby restroom for him to let himself up. He showed up right on time at 4:30, and my suspicions were correct...it was the same guy. He arrived in a suit and tie, and he looks just kind of thin/average in his suit. But once he gets undressed you see his got a muscular/lean/ swimmers build. I mean, super hot. And 8.5" of thick dick. Even though I recognized him, he never acknowledged that he remembered me. He had about half an hour to play, so we wasted no time. He got undressed and there was minimal kissing and no oral. I was immediately on my back and he pushed my knees up to expose my hole. He spit on his dick and eased in. He started fairly slow, and his girth stung a bit but I loved it. He'd say how naughty I was letting him fuck me, how hot his dick looked fucking me, etc. He asked if he could take a video, no faces, just his dick fucking me. Of course I was ok with this, and he took 2 short 15 second videos. After only 10 minutes of fucking, he rolled me onto my side and was pounding me harder, he was ready to cum. He growled dumped a big powerful load. He went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, got dressed, and thanked me for getting him off. It was a really great fuck. I was going to head to Steamworks with a loaded hole, but before I got dressed I got on the bed to finger my sloppy hole. This guy's load was HUGE. I got really hard and was feeling all that cum in me and stroking a bit. I didn't really mean to, but I couldn't help myself and I wound up blowing my load on my stomach. Such a novice move LOL. Of course now I wasn't feeling the baths at all, but it was 5PM and decided I'd have a light bite to eat and maybe head over then. After dinner, I realized I'd left myself logged into Sniffies and I had 6 messages. Four of the profiles were HOT. I messaged them back thinking I could stop along the way to the baths and get another load. The first one to message me back was 43, kind of bearish, and a veiny 8". He wanted to play, but he needed to travel. So I invited him over and told him he could lube my ass with his load before I hit Steamworks. He was half a mile away and said he'd be there in 30 minutes. Well, 30 minutes turned into almost an hour and half. We fucked, I got his load, and he said he can cum 3 or 4 times and wanted to fuck me until he was empty. But after the first load he said he needed to run home and check on his dog. I don't know why I agreed to wait for him, but I did. And I gave him my extra key so he could come back and get in easier. Well, this quick 30 minute trip home turned into another hour and a half. I should have just left, but like I said, he had my extra key. I could have had the front desk deactivate the first key and make another, but didn't. It was after 10PM and I was getting pretty tired. So I messaged this guy and told him I needed to crash. He was bummed, but understood. I put on the deadbolt and headed to bed. So I only got 2 loads, and I still haven't made it to Steamworks in SEA. Next time, definitely next time.

6 loads…. The morning started 1st load with an FB BI white guy in his late 40’s 8” who last fucked me several months ago before but was taking it easy during our Omicron Surge. He had a 7 day load and just had to breed a hole. 2nd load was waiting in his car. Local Asian guy that never did the anon scene and wanted to try. Decent 6” late 30’s. Really was on a mission to breed my ass. Asked me after he came if I was clean…. I said yea. In my mind…”I’m not sure about the other guy…😝) 3rd load - My trusty BBC 9” always wants my hole used and wet. Went over to his place and he used his dick to pull my hole out. Said he felt the cum in my hole later as it was planted deep but later coated his dick. After three loads at its only 9am… I pray that I could get more since I seem to always get stuck with 3… 4th Load - Random guy in Waikiki, Polynesian mix guy. He planed my hole with his seed, late 30’s quick 10 minutes snd shot his load. He said he tucked me before. 5th load - FB - hot 30’s guy, BWC, solid like stone and slip in my hole without lube just using my throat goo. My hole was loose and he stretched it using the previous loads. 6th and final. Said he fuck me before a very long time ago. He ended up being the thickest guy. He used lube to fuck but by this time my hole was gapping open, dripping with 5 loads, his 8 inches had no resistance and slid in like butter. He had driven from the windward side of the island about 9 miles away for this so he made sure to take his time. He used his dick to dig the cum loads out of my hole, pulling my cunt lips out as I pushed my meaty pussy lips out to drag on his raw dick. My dick was squirting piss. He did long strokes until he unloaded in my gapping he. Washed up and then left, a huge dribble of cum and puddle on the edge of my bed. Decided to call it a night. Fasted all day keeping up with the hookups and had no energy to rinse out again.

As a btm i just train myself to eat all my loads, naturally was incline too. Do other bottoms eat own cum? I drip cum being fuck& mulit cum. Have frozen my loads for big treat , was hot!

When I was still a teen I met a black man downtown. He was a bit rough and stalky, in his 40s. He asked me to come with him if I liked to smoke. I figured he meant weed and followed him down a dark alley and sat next to him on some stairs. He puts a glass pipe to my lips, lights it and tells me to hit it. After I took a big hit and he tells me to hold it in as long as I can. Even though it tasted funny I did what he said then blew it out. I felt something strange come over me, it felt real good. He told me it was crack then gave me another hit, and was hooked. I asked him for another hit and he told me to come with with him for some more. Without question I went with him deep in the hood. He took me to a dark room in an old abandoned house and barricaded us in. He lit a candle and we smoked some more rock. He gave me some kinda pill to take then he told me to strip naked. He made me hand him my clothes and lay face down on a blanket in the middle of the room. After he hid my cloths I was totally vulnerable and realized my wallet and stuff were still in my pockets. He told me I'd get them back later on as he knelt behind me feeling my butt. I hear him unbuckle his pants and pull his zipper down. I knew what was fixing to happen but I was so high too under his influence, I just submitted to him. He spits and lubes the head of his black cock as he blows out the candle. He spreads my buns, feeling my little hole he says "dang boy you's so tight it's gonna feel good tearin' it up." He puts some spit on my hole then I feel his rock hard cock pressing into my tight bud. I felt a sharp pain as his slippery head popped into my hole I told him it hurt. "Naw, it feels good, I ain't stopping. You might as well bite that blanket till you get used to it." I did as he told me and he started working his cock deeper in me. I laid my head down right on top of something that felt a used rubber. I realized he was fucking me raw and it was too late to stop it. His thrusts got stronger the deeper he got, but as the pill kicked in the pain got dulled. "boy this ass so good, i'm about to nut." He pounds away for a few more minutes then I feel him cum in my ass. I thought he was going to stop but he kept on fucking me. His nut lubed my hole good and he easily got his black cock all the way in. He pauses to whisper in my ear, "this ass mine now. you feel that big black dick?" He starts fucking my ass real good and I passed out from the pill. When I woke up I was still getting fucked and my ass was raw and hurting. I tried to look behind me but a hand pushed my head back down, and a strange voice says keep yo head down. I was being fucked by another black guy with an even bigger dick, I bit down on the blanket. "That's right boy, you know who the man is now. Take that big black dick." As he fucked me he whispers directly in my ear "You know it feel good, you love it." His words put me in his trance, "yes, sir" He starts long dicking me and nuts deep in me.

I wasn't sure where to put this but it is real and happened several years ago In the days when yahoo had some great groups I got to chatting with a guy that lived relatively close. I was with him and another guy once and I got a load in my butt. It was fun. He mentioned that he liked my ass and would love to see it dressed. I was surprised because I hadn't mentioned that I dressed when I was horny and needed to feel silk on my cock. I told him I could try it if he wanted me to. He said he would love it and probably really give it to me. I was pretty new to getting fucked and always used condoms. The evening he was due to come over I showered and got dressed. I have always loved women in black panties, garter belt and nylons. I had to pickup the G Belt and nylons. I put them on making sure the black satin panties were on the outside of the straps. My ex left a black skirt with the elastik waist. I put the lower half of the outfit on and rolled the skirt up to above mid thigh. I put a White T shirt on and checked myself in the mirror. I looked pretty slutty. I rolled the skirt a bit more to really make my bottom half scream " I am a slut, Fuck me." The guy arrived. I let him in and he followed me upstairs to the bedroom, I knew he was looking up my skirt all the way. When we got to the bed he pushed me over on it face down. He started feeling my ass and cock thru the panties, my internal heat went to boiling immediately . I didn't know until then that I really liked aggressive guys. He roughly pulled down my panties and began licking and tonging my ass, i only had this once before but this guy was really going at it. He stood up and I could hear him messing with something. I figured it was a condone since he was married, I felt his cock push against my hole and it pried my hole open and went in. He pumped me hard. It hurt some but felt good at the same time. He didn't last long and groaned and pushed deep. I was new and that hurt. I knew he was cumming. He pulled out and I started to get up but he pushed his finger in me the feel around. His finger was slimey and he said he shot a huge load in my ass. He said he never went bare but was so excited he couldn't wait. I pulled up my panties and he left. Later I jerked and I was amazed how quickly I shot or how much. A couple hours later his cum came out. He was right. itwss a big load. We repeated this a few times with variations

Not quite. There's one more to wrap things up

Grindr profiles….more fantasy than the Lord of the Rings….

Another awesome chapter!

Friday seemed promising, then disappointing and finally worked out fine. I had set up on twitter, over the previous week, a Friday hookup with a young guy new to town. Indeed, I’d even helped him arrange an appointment to get a prescription for PrEP. Then he ghosted me on Friday throwing my plans into disarray (he later apologised but he may or may not be a flake). However, I have a sweet young friend who usually drops by for a cup of tea, chat and a fuck on his way to or from Friday prayers at a mosque across town so I though I was sorted. However, for the first time in a month of hookups he went offline on whatsapp at the critical times so things were looking dim. I decided therefore to head off to the cruise club which can be a bit hit or miss on a Friday evening. I was in luck scoring 9 fucks, topping twice and bottoming 7 times. I took two loads. The first fuck was almost as soon as I arrived through a gloryhole by a guy with a long and thick cock. He shot a big load in my ass which served as lube the rest of the evening. Another guy with a big cock pulled me into a booth which was set up to give access to suck guys standing in an elevated darkroom. After he started pounding my ass in the confined space I discovered he’d also started blowing a guy through a glory hole at head height - he was so skilled that it didn’t diminish the strength of his thrusts although I had to twist around to awkward angles. One of the highlights was hooking up with an Adonis in the dark room. He had a strong smooth chest and fit body, his balls were pulled down with rings and his cock was extra long, hard and straight. He was clearly taken with my hard and thick cock and it was soon clear he liked it a bit rough so I dragged his balls down when I sucked him and nibbled and twisted his nipples. He suddenly pushed his long cock into my asshole pausing only to ask “can you take this?”, I’m not sure whether he’d have stopped for a no but he got an enthusiastic yes from me. He fucked me again later in another dark room with a different group of men, which was also where I got my final fuck and load of the evening from a well endowed guy.

Christmas Eve, 2021. After mass, I was with my Uncle Francis at his apartment. He went to bed earliar than I did. I started nosing through boxes of books in his office and discovered a box of toys, photos, and porn. Uncle Francis caught me in the act of 'discovering' some of his porn and toys. First time I asked him to fuck me, he refused. Next time I begged him to fuck me, he refused. (He was actually grooming me.) I finally figured out that I needed to pray for him to fuck me... Then needed to figure out WHO to pray to... I gave my virginity to my uncle Francis in a ritual of sweet incest; During which I made promises. I made promises of the kind that cannot be unpromised. My world hasn't been the same since.

I didn’t become a bare pig. Instead, I never got into safe sex. I started sucking and fucking with neighborhood kids as an early teen. Before I reach 20, I was having very nasty and uninhibited sessions. I’ve only worn a condom three times in my life. So I guess by nature, I was a raw fuck pig. My inner pig was realized by 15-16. At that age, I already reveled in my sexual development. Vanilla always has bored me and my lust for cock and ass has ruled my life.

Grew up in the 90s with messages of safe sex with condoms, so anything without condoms naturally felt “unnatural”. But I hated condoms the hell out of it, putting them on was painful, killing the mood and horniness entirely. And while fucking I didn’t feel anything, I couldn’t tell the difference down there if I’m fucking a man or a wall … but since the fear of diseases remained, it became that much senseless, that I ended up hardly fucking anyone anymore, but only once in a blue moon. Then there was porn, I was thirsting for and painfully longing to be one of those men breeding inside of each other or tasting and swallowing the juices, especially since I loved tasting my own and hardly dared think of how someone else’s would taste. Then there was my first time bareback was with my Ex, in my last monogamous relationship where I felt safe. It was relieving to fuck without the stress of handling condoms. And I didn’t count on how it surprised me, how proud it would make me to know, someone else is carrying my seed. I learned to love to breed - and realized, I was in a monogamous relationship, where the sex was dying out. At this point I realized, my life was actually fucking me without condoms… Then came prep - my sincere and heartfelt thanks to all the scientists who made prep possible, and shout-outs to all the bottoms, who moaned their support and appreciation into my ears when I bred them, as well as to all those passionate shooters, whose juices I was honored to suck out and swallow and made me feel as if I was drinking from the holy grail. Still Can’t believe I never saw this awakening and addictive side of sex before. I’ve been sexually active for 20 years, but only since my late 30s, I was actually starting to experience “real” and natural sex, simply because it was bare. PreP became available here in Germany since September 2019, and I’m sure I had more sex throughout the following six months (until the pandemic started) than for the last 20 years altogether…

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I met a new friend / fem boy - good looking - I was invited to her ( his ) small party in her apartment - arrived and a few people there . I gotten a sweet kiss in my cheek and a hung - having fun , music and drinking ! While a few others showed up , I was truly having fun - chatting and making new friends ! My friend , she was beautiful - some things of seeing dicks - others having fun - dancing and snacking . She ( he ) came on with me - giving me a mixed drink - and lit up a joint sharing it with me . Mercy , I was having Fun and high - loving it ! Soon , She ( he ) kissing me - squeezing my balls / dick - I was ready for her for sure - next thing I knew , another girl ( he ) showed up - double teaming me . Then , out of no where - a brown bottle of poppers came to me - told to sniff - I did so and toking on another joint ! Both girls ( he's ) taking me around back to the bed room - 1 pulled off her ( his ) pants - fucking huge dick - oh my god - the other girl had me sniffing poppers again - pulling off my pants . I was on top of her bed - being used - all over my body - soon I was being fucking raw loads - giving me commands relax , enjoy , and sniff - sniff - the 2 girls ( guys ) having control of me ! Soon , the 1 girl gotten finished with me - got up will the other 1 took over . The 1 finished with me disappeared , and came back with a guy - believe 5 or 6 cum loads - passed out - morning came and the girls treated me well - might be back !

HORVATH AND WALTERS *********************************** Saturday night in a chilly German November meant three things: No junior grunts to herd; a buttery, smoky, woodsy bourbon, warmed and neat, of course; and the sweet taste of a fat Arturo Fuente Especiales cigar. Sergeants Horvath and Walters sat enjoying the draw of smoke on the patio of their rented off post quarters. “So what do you think of this batch? I sure as hell didn’t see last night coming. That Brickmann—“. Walters started. Horvath interrupted his buddy. “Hey! No work. Let’s just relax. I leave that shit on post.” “Fair enough.” Walters acquiesced. They enjoyed the silence for a few minutes, sipping the smooth bourbon. The Kentucky liquor made sitting out in the chilly evening pleasant, both of them lounging in sweats and a tee shirt. Horvath’s ubiquitous body hair tufted out the collar and the stretched sleeves of his tee shirt. Then Horvath spoke. “I could go for some local takeout.” Walters nodded. “What flavor?” “That kid, Jürgen. He loves my großer Schwanz, and takes it like a pro. It really sucks that most women take one look at it and refuse to do anything more than jerk me off.” The fur covered Hungarian mused. Walters chuckled. “I think you’ve got a soft spot for that kid.” Horvath answered with a snort and a puff of his cigar. The resulting cloud lingered for a while in the still night air. “He’s got a soft spot for me to put my dick. That’s as far as it goes.” Walters shrugged, not believing a word of that. The way he treated Jürgen with kindness and attention said loud and clear more was there than a straightforward fuck. “Give him a call, then. Inge got herself a boyfriend, so I’m going to need some too.” “Brother, you’re an idiot.” Horvath said, pointing the ash hanging on the end of the tobacco leaf wrapped cylinder at his friend. “She likes you. Why don’t you snatch that fräulein up? You’d have beautiful blonde green eyed babies with her.” Walters had thought about it, many times. But he was still young, hadn’t made Sergeant First Class yet, even though it would be soon, he felt. The recent Gulf War, which hadn’t really been a war because the Iraqis hardly put up a fight, meant the rank would remain full until some of those decided not to re-enlist and the Army allowed them to cycle out. Certain skill sets had to be retained in mobilization to ensure mission success and continuity. It was just bad timing in his career. At any other time, he and Horvath would have made rank already at 27 years old. There was no retirement at the low rank just above Staff Sergeant, so openings weren’t going to happen that way. He had all his points and time, his last test couldn’t have gone better and he was on the list, and of course the fitness portion was a joke for him even if the idiotic charts said his height/weight proportion put him in the ‘overweight’ column. But that was the Army, they had one measuring stick. He and Horvath just had to wait to put on their rank. He had nothing to offer Inge right now except the loneliness of a military wife and eventually taking her away from her home and family. She would have nothing in common with the other NCO wives, and being low man on the NCO totem pole didn’t get him invited to a lot of get togethers by the senior NCOs, not to mention the wives could be petty and mean, dependent upon their husbands place in the hierarchy even more than the soldiers themselves. Rank and position was a political barrier in full effect in the military, and paying your dues, putting on insignia and stripes, filling your ribbon rack was how it worked. Receiving recognition got your foot in the door. Until then, you were just another uniform in the chain. “Just bad timing, brother. You know we probably only have a year more here. If they extend us, I might make it serious with Inge.” Horvath looked at his friend. “You’re going to regret it, but it’s your life.” And he got up to use the phone inside, placing his half smoked cigar in the ashtray. He dialed Jürgen’s number, a woman answered, probably his mother. “Guten abend. Können Ich mit Jürgen zusprechen, bitte?” Horvath requested politely. “Ja, natürlich .” He heard her call to Jürgen in the background. “Hallo?” The boyish voice answered. “Hallo, Junge.” Horvath said, knowing Jürgen would know immediately who it was from his voice and being called ‘boy’. “Was machst du jetzt?” “Ich studiere für meine Universitätsprüfung, mein Herr.” Jürgen attended the University in the city a short train ride from the town next to the Army base. “Ich brauche dich.” Horvath ordered him with a growl. There was no hesitation. “Ja, mein Herr. Ich komme sofort!” The kid hung up. It wouldn’t take him 15 minutes to arrive. While they waited, they sucked down the short remainder of their cigars and bourbon, passing the time in silence. Silence with a good friend was rewarding. Horvath couldn’t stand people who had to fill the emptiness with meaningless chatter. Walters felt the same way. They soon heard the patio door open. The tall but thin blonde German eighteen year old stood naked in the doorway. He knew the drill, letting himself in and undressing fully right away, one of the things Horvath liked about the kid - he followed orders. Jürgen’s lightly furred legs were longer than his torso, sleek but proportional to his narrow hips. Above his crotch he was hairless except for his armpits, but his light blonde hair almost disappeared against his skin. The kid had a beautiful face, with a straight nose and prominent squared off clefted chin, between the two features sat a set of pouty pink lips that the hairy Sergeant loved seeing wrapped around his fat pork tenderloin. He had wide set sky blue eyes with long blonde lashes, straight wispy eyebrows, and a smooth, wide forehead. His curly blonde hair was just the right length for Horvath to get his furry paws into and grab hold of. The kid was going to break a lot of hearts. Especially with the thick uncut knackwurst and heavy balls hanging soft between his legs. “Good evening, Sirs.” The kid’s mild voice said in a slight German accent. He’d been practicing. It was one of the only situations in which Horvath or Walters would accept being called ‘Sir’. Civilians didn’t know any better, and it didn’t do any good to explain to them that Sir for an NCO bordered on being an insult. Rank was earned through hard work, sweat, and pain. Address left no room for assuming more than deserved. “Komm hier, Junge.” Horvath instructed. Jürgen immediately approached. There was no shame about nudity in the German culture, and it didn’t matter to the kid that the neighbors could see him baring all on the patio of their flat. It also wouldn’t raise any eyebrows that he was naked in the presence of two older men. It wouldn’t matter even if they all were undressed. “Mein Herr, kann Ich eine Anfrage stellen?” The timid youth asked. “Frage.” Horvath replied. “May Sir speak English with the boy?” Jürgen was looking down rather than making eye contact. Horvath chuckled. “Will Sir speak English with his boy.” He corrected. “Will Sir speak English with his boy? I must practice my English. And the American accent of Sir…Sirs.. is… geile macht?” “You think my American accent is hot? Sexy? Turns you on?” Jürgen looked up and gave a wide, bright smile that lit up his entire boyishly handsome face. “Ja! Eh, yes, Sir! Is very much sexy. Your speaking of Deutsch is very good, there is little accent in the words. My English is not good so I must learn better speaking, Sir.” His eyes darted to the ashtray and the glasses. “Would Sirs wish more?” He indicated the table. Horvath lifted and eyebrow towards Walters. His friend nodded. “Yes boy. And warm the bourbon. You may have some if you want.” “Thank you, Sir, but it is not for a boy. American whiskey is only for a man…the men? Bier… bee-err” he practiced, trying to give the right inflection and pronunciation, “that is for boys.” Horvath grinned. The kid was adorable. “There’s Heffeweissen in the fridge… refrigerator. Help yourself.” “Thank you, Sir.” The lanky blonde started to turn away, then stopped. “Help myself? What is the meaning , Sir? It is not helping to drink bee-err. It is just drinking bee-err.” “What does that mean?” Horvath corrected. “It means you have permission to serve yourself, or do whatever you need to in order to accomplish the goal. In this case, going into the refrigerator and getting yourself a beer so that you can drink it.” Jürgen smiled happily again. “I will help myself, Sir. But I will first help my Sirs.” Horvath and Walters eyed the statuesque youth’s pert fuzzy ass as he strode through the patio door. Jürgen walked proudly upright, shoulders back, in a smooth efficient stride that spoke of being comfortable with his body, athleticism and youthful strength. In just a couple years, he would be a man to be reckoned with. He returned quickly with two cigars. He took the cutter from the table and snipped just above the shoulder of the first cigar while standing next to the Sergeant. Horvath watched him, placing a hand on Jürgen’s nicely rounded ass. The kid had learned well. He let Horvath inspect the cut. Horvath nodded. Then Jürgen put the tobacco tube in his mouth and lit the end, taking quick shallow puffs until a visible ash appeared. He extended the perfectly lit cigar, burning end out, to the burly Sergeant. “Good job, boy.” Jürgen smiled proudly at the praise, and his flaccid cock swelled a bit. He did the same for Walters, moving to stand touching Walters’ shoulder with his naked hip, leaning into him with a bit of weight which was actually negligible to the well built Army man. Herr Walters liked it when he was forward and playful. After handing the other Army soldier the lit cigar, he went back inside to prepare the Woodford Reserve bourbon, which didn’t take long. He knew to heat the glass, then pour the bourbon in, which allowed the whiskey to warm gradually, releasing the deep flavors without evaporating the alcohol. He had learned so much from the two American military, not just about satisfying their needs. Although he should not be arrogant, he did feel like he was far more experienced than his friends, who were still playing children’s games, while he learned how to be a real man from Herr Horvath and Herr Walters. He already carried himself with far more confidence and masculine demeanor than his contemporaries. His parents had noticed the improvement, and encouraged his interaction with the Americans. They weren’t completely ignorant of what may be going on, but as long as the influence was positive, a young man needed to use this time to experience what the world held. One of those things was expected to be sexual exploration and experimentation. After University, Jürgen could get serious and decide which direction his life would take. He took the two warmed glasses to the Americans, along with two flat ceramic stones he’d also warmed which would continue to radiate the heat necessary to bring out the best in the whiskey. The Americans didn’t pour their whiskey down their throats like Americans in the movies. They taught him that good whiskey, or any good liquor for that matter, should be savored slowly. Getting drunk and losing control was juvenile, and real men kept their wits about them at all times. Real men sought out and enjoyed those things and behaviors that improved their lives, and avoided those that damaged them. It was called treating yourself with respect. You didn’t deserve respect from others if you didn’t first give respect to yourself. Real men also stated plainly what they wanted, and right now Jürgen wanted to play with Herr Horvath’s beautiful beast sized schwanz. “May I suck you, Sir?” He asked. Horvath leaned back, cigar in one hand, bourbon in the other and spread his legs as an answer. The young blonde wasted no time taking a drink of his beer, setting it on the table, then kneeling in front of his extra large target. From behind him he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Here Jürgen, kneel on this.” Herr Walters held out his folded tee shirt. The 18 year old may wish to serve them, but this was not a relationship of abuse and punishment. It was not ownership. It was mutually beneficial interaction, sharing pleasure, accepting responsibility for the care and treatment of someone who looked up to them, who wanted to learn from them, who trusted them not to hurt him. Inflicting deliberate pain served no purpose with a young man who thrived on praise and kindness. Their goal was to instill confidence and self authority, not dismantle his ability to function independently. Jürgen was not willful or foolish, he was very intelligent and respectfully polite. Germans, for the most part, did not teach their children to be entitled brats like so many American parents. Character mattered. Pride in who you were came from how you behaved. Although similar to how they trained soldiers at work, Jürgen did not need to be broken into subservience so that orders would be followed without question. Jürgen placed the shirt under his knees, then reached up to pull down the front of Herr Horvath’s sweat pants. He could feel the heat coming off the American’s legs, and although he wasn’t cold being a native that grew up here, the warmth felt good, even more because of who was generating it. Jürgen felt safe and cocooned between those large legs. He wished Herr Horvath was naked. His thick natural fur was beautiful. As evidenced by the lush bush that covered several centimeters of that long, thick penis. Tucking the sweatpants below the American’s hairy balls, he leaned in to nuzzle the slowly filling tube of flesh with his handsome face. Horvath set his bourbon on the still warm ceramic stone, tilted his head back and placed his cigar between his teeth, drawing a heavy pull from the burning tobacco, holding the smoke for a moment in his mouth before releasing a cloud into the air. He rested his hands in Jürgen’s soft blonde curls, just about encompassing his entire head with his man paws. He let the eager young man nudge and rub his cock. Jürgen’s cold hands moved up onto Horvath’s stomach, under his shirt to play with his furry pelt. “Just what I needed.” Horvath uttered from the side of his mouth that wasn’t gripping the cigar. He lightly massaged Jürgen’s head, playing with the loose rings of his straw colored hair. They’d taught him to take his time, savor it, enjoy it like everything else worth doing. And right now he was smelling and licking and sucking the Sergeant’s furry nuts. He was content simply being in physical contact with this fine specimen of masculinity. He made sure Herr Horvath’s furry eggs were soaked with saliva before he moved up to lick the massive shaft of his now erect and heavy cock. It was quite large, the biggest one he’d seen so far in his young life. Fully as thick around as his wrist, and almost as long as his forearm, the sheer size of it had frightened him at first. But Herr Walters had patiently taught him how to handle a man of that quality, showing him how to ease it into his throat, to ignore the urge to gag and choke which would only make it worse. It seemed like it would never fit, but the gentle words of Herr Walters after his demonstration assured him it was possible and only a matter of willpower. He licked his way up to the hooded head, sucking on the leaking foreskin, tasting the delicious flavor of his Sir’s precum. Then, grasping the base, he let his tongue play inside the loose skin, rolling it around the sensitive glans and extracting every drop of the salty fluid that had collected there. Herren Horvath and Walters were talking casually about plans for tomorrow, smoking their cigars, sipping their American whiskey, while he enjoyed himself between the man’s legs. Every so often, Herr Horvath would stroke his face gently, or play with his hair, sometimes holding the cigar between the fingers of that hand while he did so. The attention made him feel warm inside, loved, accepted. The acrid smoke of the burning leaf so close to his face only enhanced the feelings, because it now was associated with masculine, mature, strong men. He longed to taste the tobacco on Herr Horvath’s tongue, but Sir did not kiss. Herr Walters would kiss Jürgen, though. He’d learned how to become a very good kisser from Herr Walters. He pulled the foreskin back gently, exposing the light brown head, which was still pumping out drips of penile lubricant. He cupped his lips and surrounded the tip, forcing his tongue into the piss slit to lick out more. Herr Horvath had a very large hole for spritzen. Jürgen could almost get the entire tip of his tongue inside it. He noticed Herr Horvath would spurt heavier when he did that, giving him more of his manly juice. That also gave him a warm, content feeling inside, knowing that meant he was making Herr Horvath very happy. After playing all he wanted with the head, he finally opened wide to take him inside his young mouth. He did it like Herr Walters had showed him, just a couple centimeters at a time, moving like a snake swallowing its dinner. Open ahhhh, tongue, lips, saliva, open ahhhh, move down, tongue, lips, saliva, and continue until he was smelling Sir’s thick, soft bush. Jürgen loved feeling the hair brush his cheeks, nose, and eyes when he had Herr Horvath fully engulfed, that’s how deep and lush his pubic hair was. It was good that Herr Horvath’s size meant he didn’t get completely rigid and stiff, instead his Schwanz was solid but flexible, which allowed the young man to take it all. He waited there, breathing through his hose and patient, while his throat formed the slimy mucus that would make repeated movements so much easier. It would produce far more than enough. Herr Horvath always used the drooled excess. It was perfect for preparing his tight ass for fucking. He felt the first wave ascend, and he let it escape his lips with a gurgle. “Huuuurrk!” Herr Horvath never stopped what he was saying to Herr Walters while he casually reached down to take the throat slime from his pubic hair, scooping it in his fingers with one hand and reaching for Jürgen’s ass to rub it on his twitching hole, inserting a meaty finger to try to force it inside him. He pushed him further down onto his cock, even though he was already at the base, with his other hand, so he could bend over easily and reach. Jürgen never felt happier than in this moment, smothered on all sides by pieces of Horvath’s furnace heat emitting body, Jürgen’s young chest and head between his legs, face planted to the balls in his crotch, his beautiful schwanz buried all the way down his throat, Herr Horvath’s heavy torso pressing into him from above. He could fall asleep like this, it made him feel so content and safe. “Mmmmmmm” he moaned. His jaw was stretched so wide, but he didn’t care. Herr Horvath sat back again, releasing the kid’s head. Jürgen began slowly pulling off about 14 centimeters, half of the length he had swallowed, to give his throat a rest, breathe a little and begin sliding that monster in and out of his mouth. He sucked for a few strokes at this depth before taking Herr Horvath deep again. “Huuurrrk” again. More throat slime. Herr Horvath repeated his earlier motions, again forcing his cock deeper into Jürgen’s willing throat. After forcing more fluid into the young German’s ass with two fingers, he slapped his ass and leaned back again. Jürgen began to slowly move up and down on Herr Horvath’s cock, humming a nursery rhyme while moving his mouth along the length. He was on his third repetition of the rhyme when he felt Herr Horvath’s member begin to swell. The young man didn’t break his steady, slow rhythm, maintaining the same pace, and he felt the first throb that signaled Herr Horvath was depositing his seed inside him. He held himself still for a moment, tightening his jaw slightly, before descending fully on the American’s meat to take the next few spurts in his throat, then moved off until just the fat head was held in his lips to allow the last few volleys of cum to fill his mouth, stroking the long shaft to pull every drop out. The thick semen tasted so good, and Jürgen imagined he was being infused with some of the magnificent soldier’s masculinity. Herr Horvath hadn’t made a sound or indicated in any way he had shot his sweet manseed in Jürgen’s mouth and throat, not even a tensing of a single muscle or change in breathing. The act of inseminating the youth occurred as naturally and easily as scratching an itch unconsciously. As if that was Jürgen’s purpose. Do you think about the glass you pour your milk in? Do you pause to warn it that it’s going to be filled? Does your body tense up as the runny white fluid splashes into the receptacle? Of course not. That’s where nourishing milk belongs, where it needs to go to be put to use. The boy nursed the slightly softened pole for a half a minute before releasing it from his pouty red lips, which he licked, relishing the taste. He tucked the turgid member back inside Herr Horvath’s sweat pants before moving over between Herr Walters’ legs. The second American spread his legs for him, giving him access. He took a moment to smile up at Herr Walters, who smiled back and tousled Jürgen’s hair. “You’re such a good boy.” Walters praised. Then he nodded at his crotch, taking a draw from his cigar. Jürgen pulled the front of the sweat pants down, just as he had done with Herr Horvath. Walters’ dick was not as long or thick as Horvath’s, but it was still an example of peak, potent impressive size. Herr Walters was circumcised, and leaking. The biggest testicles Jürgen had ever seen hung loose below the hard shaft that rose straight up toward the sky, unlike Herr Horvath’s. Herr Horvath’s cock was so long and heavy it simply leaned like a tree tipped over in a storm, it’s roots straining to maintain a grip on the soil. Having given a glance to the remaining unsmoked length of their cigars, and the last few sips of bourbon in their glasses, Jürgen knew time was limited before they were done out here, so he simply swallowed Walters’ hardness immediately, choosing to play with the American’s balls using his hands. The taste of the man’s precum was intoxicating. Jürgen moaned, loving how the solid tube of flesh left just enough room in his mouth for him to use his tongue, running it up and down and left and right over the tight skin of Herr Walters’ dick. He couldn’t do that with Herr Horvath’s barely manageable size. After having his throat stretched by Herr Horvath, this cock was easier to accommodate, so he happily slurped the entire length from base to head using gentle suction. Herr Walters encouraged him with minute thrusts, his ass clenching and releasing as Jürgen moved up and down on his American gun. Soon, Herr Walters placed a hand on his head, threading his fingers through the German youth’s curls. He grabbed the hair, and directed the boy with assertive pulling and pushing. The G.I. was working up to ejaculate, moving the blonde head between his legs faster, more intently. Herr Walters placed his cigar between his teeth and brought his other hand to Jürgen’s head. He sucked in a large draw of the tobacco smoke and just as he released his cum into the kid’s mouth he exhaled in his face. “Oh, fuck yeah kid. Drink all that juice.” He growled. “Every. Uh! Last. Uh! Drop. Uh! Uh! Mmmmmm.” Which Jürgen happily did, swallowing with every pumping squirt of the thick, delicious seed. As he had done with Herr Horvath, he nursed on the gradually softening dick while the muscle bound soldier came down from his orgasm. “Let’s move this inside.” Herr Horvath announced, taking the last sip of his bourbon. It probably wasn’t warm anymore. When they reached the living room, Sergeant Walters moved up to pull Jürgen into his muscular arms. The kid was taller than him by a couple inches. Their bare chests pressed together as Walters moved his hands over the tight, young firmness of Jürgen’s thin, athletic body. Horvath had moved up behind him to create a G.I. sandwich. The taller hairy American behind him had removed his sweatpants and was humping his thick hardness against the young German’s taut butt. The feel of Horvath’s warm fur against his back drove him to moan, as Walters gave him a deep, sensual kiss. Walters reached down to grab Jürgen’s thighs, lifting him up to straddle his waist, exposing his tight pucker to Horvath’s cock. Horvath applied more saliva to Jürgen’s hole, and even more to his ready pole, and slid his head over the newly spit lubed opening. He felt the kid’s sphincter pulse and flex as he applied ever greater pressure. The kid could take it. It alway made him hiss at first penetration, but he wanted Horvath’s monster inside him so badly it never took long for him to adjust, and this time was no different. “That’s it, boy.” Horvath growled. “I’m going to put this American soldier cock all the way up inside you.” And he made his words good by sliding raw slowly into Jürgen’s stretching asshole. Jürgen moaned into Walters’ mouth. He loved the G.I. sandwich, compressed between two real masculine men who enjoyed his body, one furry, one completely smooth, both with bulging muscles. The minimal lubrication of saliva heightened the frictional effect, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain. The act of being fucked in this standing position enhanced the erotic disparity between their strength and his, their size and his, their manly supremacy against his youth. He locked his ankles behind Walters’ back. Horvath began pistoning his slab of meat in and out of Jürgen’s tight willing hole, fully planting it to the balls and pulling out to the head. The kid was bouncing himself against Walters to increase the action, wanting more. “Ja! Fich mich! Ich liebe deinen großen Schwanz! Tiefer! Härter! Horvath chuckled, increasing the power of his thrusts. “Ja, Junge. Aber Du musst Englisch verwenden. Practice, remember?” Jürgen’s elastic hole gripped Horvath’s Hungarian pole perfectly, doing its own work to stroke his gargantuan shaft. The kid’s hole was amazing, like it was made to take his dick. Depth, circumference, grip, wetness… all of it was a precise fit. “It feel so good I can’t remember words. Fuck my ass, please Sir! I want to feel your sperm inside my ass.” “You want my cum, boy?” Horvath growled, really hammering the kid now, picking up steam that was driving him towards release. “Yes, your cum. That is what I want!” Jürgen gasped. He was holding onto Walters for his life, as he was crushed between the two men. Herr Walters had leaned forward, as if holding a boxing bag against his training partner’s rapid, forceful punches. The boy’s hard cock was smashed against Herr Walters’ solid abs, rubbing along the hard ridges with every one of Horvath’s plunges into his overfilled young hole. He felt that he reached a precipice, and suddenly his cock began to shoot, pouring out his sperm onto Walters’ smooth skin. “Here it comes boy. I’m going to fill you up. Your going to take my big load deep inside your sweet hole.” And Herr Horvath started to grunt, burying his giant exceptional manhood to the hairy balls in the thin young, handsome German. “Ja! I am feeling it, Sir! Oh, I love it! It is so good for you to give me this into my ass. It is so good feeling!” Even as the last drops of cum were beaten out of his own dick crushed against Herr Walters. “Take it all boy!” Horvath heaved again and again as he emptied his nuts with eight or ten long heavy squirts inside the willing and hungry chute gripping his cock so nicely. Jürgen buried his head in Walters’ neck. “Yes! I take it for you. I take all of it, for you.” Horvath reached out and stroked Jürgen’s head as his strokes slowly came to a stop. “Good boy. You are a good boy.” He felt he had gushed a massive load up the kid’s sweet cunt, and was unsurprised to see a large amount follow his dick out through his stretched sphincter, splattering on the hardwood floor beneath them. He reached under to force two meaty fingers knuckle deep in the youth’s warm dripping hole. “Mmmmm.” Jürgen moaned. He pulled his head away and looked at Walters. “You will fuck me now, yes?” “Yes, boy. I will fuck you now.” Walters said with a grin before kissing Jürgen passionately. Horvath pulled Jürgen off Walters, holding him from behind and stepping back to sit on the couch. Jürgen leaned back against the warm furry chest as Herr Horvath pulled his knees up to expose his cum soaked hole. Horvath gripped his wrists together pinning the boy in place securely. Walters lowered himself between Horvath’s knees, positioning his cock against the spasming pucker. Jürgen leaned his head back on Herr Horvath’s shoulder, while Horvath nuzzled his neck. The lingering aroma of cigar coming from Horvath’s skin filled his nose, making his body go limp. Walters slowly pushed his cock inside the kid, meeting no resistance, not after the Hungarian beast had used him and lubricated his entire fuck channel with his hot cum. Walters took his time, letting the young hole massage his cock with every downstroke and upstroke. Where Horvath had been forceful and intense, Walters was gentle and easy. He pistoned in regular, even rhythm, wanting the kid to enjoy a nice slow lazy fuck. Horvath had switched to playing with the blonde youth’s nipples, kissing and licking his neck, driving the boy crazy with sensory overload. Jürgen was completely limp, moaning and mumbling to himself in German. Horvath moved one hand up to put two fingers in Jürgen’s mouth, pulling one leg further up and stretching out his young, athletic body. Walters began stroking deeper, bottoming out then tightening his ass cheeks to get a partial inch more of penetration. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he began fucking the kid with more force, the feeling of fucking into Horvath’s load was amazing. “I’m going to blow my load up your ass! Here it comes!” And he gave a growl as he went balls deep when his throbbing cock spewed more cum inside the kid. “Oh fuck yeah! Hot little hole on you, boy. So good.” When he was fully spent, he pulled his cock out of Jürgen’s once again tight hole. By this time, Horvath was ready to go a second time. The Army beast pulled the smaller kid up a little so his cock could find his hole. Jürgen reached down to grab the meat slab and guide it in. Horvath pushed the young blonde down until he was buried. The characteristic he loved most about young Jürgen was his complete pliability. The boy didn’t squirm, or fight, or resist in any way. It didn’t matter which position a cock entered him, whether first fuck or fifth, he simply took it. He would continue to take a fucking as long as Horvath needed him to, as many times as it took, as many loads as Horvath and Walters had to shoot up his beautiful pliant hole. And the kid loved and enjoyed the fifth fuck as much as the first. Horvath had never encountered anyone who accepted multiple, repetitive fucking from his huge cock like Jürgen, except for one prostitute in Vegas when he was 22. But even then it was unsatisfying because he wasn’t going to raw dog a prostitute, and shooting into a condom took away a vital aspect great sex. Fucking and cumming into a rubber accomplished the basic physical need, similar to jacking off. But knowing that your seed was going to be fucked inside another person, and that person wanted your seed inside them elevated the experience to something intensely satisfying. It almost seemed like the kid wanted them to get him pregnant with their virility so it would grow inside him. Honestly, Horvath found that intensely erotic. Jürgen was special, he loved it when the older Americans pumped his ass full of their elixir of masculinity. He got the sense that the kid wasn’t necessarily gay, only enamored of the American soldiers, their size, the confidence and competency with which they carried themselves, their maturity and masculinity. And that excited Horvath too, that Jürgen happily allowed himself to be fucked because it was one way he could be useful to the men he admired. The kid had placed his feet on Horvath’s knees so he could maintain position while Horvath thrust his hips. Horvath gripped the blonde youth’s hips, pulling him up and down on his pole, and Jürgen’s shoulders and head rested against the Sergeant’s hot furry chest. The kid was moaning, still mumbling in German. Walters couldn’t translate it, but Horvath could. How he was being fucked by a real man, so big, the feel of his hairy body, so deep, he loved being taken by Horvath’s beautiful meat, how he needed to take Horvath’s seed and it would make him a man. The fact he wasn’t talking to Horvath, only to himself out loud made it more exciting. The Sergeant was long dicking the kid now, his monster cock pistoning the full eleven plus inches with every stroke. The smack of his hips against Jürgen’s fuzzy cheeks beating out a rhythm that spoke of carnal need. He knew the kid’s hole was being punished, tenderized by his fuck stick. Jürgen had begun repeating “Ja, Ja, Ja.” over and over, and “Gibt es Mir, ja!” Driving him on. The moment came when Horvath felt his balls draw up and he knew he was going to fuck another huge load up the kid’s already sperm filled cunt. He grabbed the boy in a powerful hug and slammed him down on his cunt wrecker, feeling his warm nut propel out his piss slit up inside Jürgen’s desperate guts. And then the kid’s lean muscles went taut, his own cock releasing his boyseed to fly up his smooth hairless chest. They came together, each volley perfectly matched in time. Horvath loved how Jürgen almost always came without touching himself. The kid relaxed fully against Horvath’s chest, dropping his legs to straddle the Sergeant’s thighs. “So geil. Very sexy, is very hot.” The kid breathed in a satisfied sigh. “I must always have your sperm inside me, Sir.” “I’ve told you before, boy, Americans call it cum. To say sperm is too formal for having sex, especially good sex. We say sperm with doctors and in proper situations to remove the sexual part.” Horvath explained. “Yes, I know this. It is difficult to think because of the hot fucking. I must always have your cum inside me, Sir. I like your cum.” The kid repeated with a wiggle of his ass which still gripped the Sergeant’s cock. The scene of Horvath and Jürgen snuggled in post orgasm contentment was endearing. Jürgen still had his head leaned back into the crook of Horvath’s neck, their faces rubbing against each other’s side by side. Horvath was lazily running his hands up and down the kid’s smooth compact chest and abdomen, smearing the boy’s load over his skin. “You’re such a good boy.” He gave Jürgen’s cheek a quick peck. “Go take a shower. You need to get home before your parents worry.” Jürgen shrugged. “They know that I am here with you and Herr Walters. But you are right. I must study. My test will be Monday for my Finanzen Classe. There will be many questions and I must perform well. I will receive the highest mark.” “Yes, you must. Studies are very important. Go on, get cleaned up.” He patted Jürgen’s chest. “Ja, ja. I am doing this, but it is difficult to climb down from this tree.” He joked with a laugh. “GRRRRR, you will get another fucking if you don’t.” Jürgen’s ass gave another wiggle, and squeezed down on the cock still stretching his hole. “Then I must stay. You must have all the fuckings for your hoden to become empty.” With another growl, Horvath flipped the kid face down on the couch in one smooth movement, without his cock leaving the tight warm hole gripping it. He railed the kid one more time, dumping what remained of his seed into the kid’s greedy cumhole. He slowly extracted his cock and sat back, slapping Jürgen’s firm perky butt. Another amazing talent of the kid’s hole was how it rarely let any of their cum leak out. It always irised shut when they withdrew. “Guess I have one more in me, too.” Walters said, climbing on before Jürgen moved. His cock slid inside the supine boy easily, making the youth moan in pleasure. He pumped forcefully for a couple minutes until he spewed a surprisingly thick, heavy full course of his nut deep up the kid’s fuckchute. He pulled out, kissing the kid’s neck tenderly. “Thank you, Jürgen.” Jürgen smiled. He always loved these times with the two Americans. They always made him feel wanted, desired, important. They never fucked him just once, and it never took them long to go again. Even with his limited experience, he knew that was unusual. He got up from the couch, a big smile plastered on his young handsome face. He stretched, extending his arms above his head. He noticed the eyes of the men running over his lean, lanky form. It made him feel attractive. Oh, he knew he was very good looking, but having the appreciation of such well built masculine real men thrilled him and gave him a warm feeling inside. “Thank you, Sirs. I will have all your cum in me while I sleep tonight, and I will sleep very well.” He looked at Horvath for approval. He knew it had to be a large amount, Herr Horvath always produced a large volume of sperm… cum. “Very good, boy. That was perfect English.” Horvath praised. “Sehr gut.”

Okay, it only took three years to finish writing this...apologies for the long hiatus. ____________________________________________________________ Chapter 26) “Good morning,” my mom greeted as Mike and I joined them in the kitchen. Dad was sitting next to her, both of them in their usual places at the table, nursing mugs of coffee, dressed casually for a quiet weekend day. Maxi trotted over, tail wagging, to greet us and engage in his favorite past time: begging for food. “’Morning,” Mike answered, a little sleepily; I also mumbled a “Good morning” back. Mike and I had fucked a few more times the night before, then dozed off. We woke around midnight and I insisted on brushing my teeth, so we staggered to the bathroom to “get ready” for bed. After that, we’d fallen asleep immediately, still tired from our long flight, the day’s hectic schedule and strenuous sex. We took a quick shower together and threw on some clothes before joining my parents for breakfast. “How was the dinner?” I asked, pre-empting – at least temporarily – the coming catechism as I took out the blender for Mike to make his smoothie. “Was the fundraiser a success?” I hoped that would hold them for a bit. “It was more than successful,” Mom said. “Aunt Dita was thrilled, and the dinner was good, too…” “If you like rubber chicken,” my dad chimed in, looking up from reading the Saturday newspaper. “Ken,” my mom remonstrated him, giving him an exasperated look, “it was delicious, don’t be such a grouch. How…” she began. “Was the Times there?” I interrupted, staving off the inevitable interrogation for another precious few seconds. Mike was adding sliced banana to the yogurt, soy milk, blueberries and protein powder in the blender. In a minute he’d be ready to turn it on, helping to further delay the maternal inquisition. “Yes, Dad and I were photographed, and they asked me who I was wearing. How…” “Oooh, maybe you’ll be in the Style section,” I said bouncing in my chair, not having to feign excitement about my second-favorite part of the paper. “‘New York Times columnist Miriam Sachs sparkled in a vintage Norman Norell cocktail dress paired with pearl jewelry, a look that was anything but basic…’” I began, composing the possible photo caption. “Maybe I can get you assigned to writing photo captions,” my mom said with an affectionate smile. “How was your…” “Sorry,” Mike interrupted, gesturing at the blender. “That’s okay,” I said before anyone else could reply, “let ‘er rip.” The ensuing racket made conversation impossible for another minute or two. But as Mike joined us at the table… “How was your dinner?” Mom asked. I glanced at the time on the microwave; six minutes since we’d joined them, a personal best at delaying a conversation I didn’t want to have. I loved Mom, but she tended to go overboard quizzing about every detail – it was her journalist’s mindset. And I was especially worried that the subject of the “piano thing” would inevitably come up and I wasn’t ready to go there. Yet. “Great,” I said cheerfully as I spooned yogurt into a bowl and added muesli in the vain hope that a monosyllabic, non-committal answer would satisfy her. “Did you all have a good time?” she added, including Mike in this question. And she’s off… I thought snarkily while I chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, Em’s great,” Mike said between sips of his breakfast drink. “You survived it?” my dad interjected. “The two of them for a whole night can be a lot to take.” Yep, right on schedule. Mom would ask a million questions and Dad would jab and make sarcastic comments. “Ha-ha,” I said dryly. “They practically speak their own language…” Dad continued. “Oh, unlike you and Uncle Jeffy,” I interrupted, “yakking away about Flooplesdorf versus Herkimer and whether the court was correct in finding splinters…” My mom snickered audibly. Dad threw a dirty look in her direction. “That’s ‘scienter,” my father corrected pedantically. “It means knowledge of wrong-doing.” He seemed to direct his clarification at Mike, the potential lawyer-to-be. “Whatever,” I said back with a shrug, entirely aware that I’d used the wrong word. “How was the food?” Mom asked tamping down her amusement and steering to a less controversial subject. “It was perfect, thanks Mom,” I said, and Mike nodded his agreement. “Em says you’re the only person anywhere who makes meatloaf that’s delicious, and the pureed parsnips were wonderful. Did you try a new recipe?” I wasn’t lying about the parsnips, but I was positive she hadn’t tried anything new, just spinning out innocuous subjects for as long as possible. “No,” she smiled, gratified by the praise anyway. “So what did you do after dinner?” Shit. The very question I was hoping to avoid. “Oh, uh, we caught up on school and how things are going. Em isn’t that happy at MIT,” I threw out casually, pouring myself a mug of coffee and taking a sip. “I know,” my mom said. “Aunt Dita said she’s looking into transferring.” Damn. I’d been counting on that for a five-minute digression. I applied myself to shoveling down yogurt and muesli as if it were the most important thing I would do that day, hoping the conversation had reached its natural endpoint. “Darr and Em are hysterical together,” Mike said, grinning reminiscently. “I spent half the night laughing.” Oh, no…please… “You haven’t heard their routines over and over,” my dad said. “Just wait.” Mike looked surprised and puzzled by my Dad’s attitude. I should have warned him and asked him to avoid the topic of… “It’s obvious they’re really close,” Mike said. “I learned things about Darr I didn’t know.” Goddamn it. No more stalling possible. Unless… “Oh?” my mom prompted. “Yeah, I didn’t know he was a piano prodigy.” There was an uncomfortable silence. A similar silence had probably followed King George III’s being informed that the American colonies had decided to declare independence. “Yes, he went to Julliard Prep,” my mom said brightly. “His teachers said he was quite gifted.” “We watched some of his YouTube videos, the concertos he played with orchestra.” “Really?” my mom said, pleased and a little surprised that Mike was that interested. Dad was pointedly ignoring this exchange in favor of the Business section. So far, so good. Maybe I was going to get off easy? “We even talked him into playing for us a little,” Mike continued. “I’m surprised he’s not a music major,” he finished pointedly. “That was his choice,” my dad said without looking up from the paper. Fuck. Dad wasn’t so engrossed in reading the paper that he wasn’t following the conversation. It was clear that this was still a sore point, the events of the past few months notwithstanding. I sighed inwardly, braced myself and waded in. “Not 100%, Dad. You didn’t give me any warning…” “I told you I would call someone to set up an audition for you, but you’re the one who said not to bother since you weren’t going to the best school possible,” my dad interrupted, reminding me. Just like a scratched CD, the same thing over and over. I tried, unsuccessfully, to swallow my annoyance, but the knee-jerk response kicked in. “I got into Julliard and the Manhattan School of Music. You’re saying two of the most exclusive schools in the country weren’t good enough as a back-up for Yale?” “We told you that you we wanted you to get a real college education not go to a trade school,” my Dad said dismissively. “You’re leaving out that you said it would be safer than staying in New York and that you had to show confidence in the University. Didn’t that work out well?” I said sarcastically. Two could play the but-you-said game. “Hey, I would have called my contacts at Yale before you applied, but you said you refused to be the George W. Bush of the piano world,” Dad said. “I. Want. To. Succeed. On. My. OWN!” I insisted for what felt like the thousandth time. “Ken, Darren,” my mother said clutching her forehead, “please, you’ve had this argument over and over again.” “Mr. Leibowitz, with all due respect, Darren misses piano,” Mike interjected. “He sits in the window seat in our room, listens to music and just stares at…I don’t know what. But he’s unhappy.” Mike had started politely, becoming more heated as he spoke. “I think he should be studying music, he loves it and he’s incredibly talented…” “You think so?” my dad interrupted thoughtfully, considering for a moment. Then he seemed to make a decision. “Okay, fine. You’ve made your case. Darren can study music…” “Really?” I interrupted, excited. “If he stays in New York.” I was confused. “You mean now?” “I mean now.” Idiot! I chastised myself, having recognized the calculating expression on my dad’s face a fraction of a second too late. I should have known he’d agreed too easily and that there’d be a catch. I shot a horrified look at Mike; my mother seemed to have frozen. “But…but…I haven’t even finished a year of college…it…it’s too late…to apply anywhere for spring,” I stuttered anxiously. “Well, Mike has convinced me that I was wrong, and you should pursue your dreams. But why go back to the University? You’re the one who called it a ‘shithole of a school,’ remember?” He’d obviously been storing up that last comment for months. “Do I have to decide right now?” I said in a small voice, still dazed. Dad could always reduce me to a complete shambles in minutes. “Take your time,” he said with his wolfish litigator’s smile. “You’ve got a few weeks.” “Excuse me, I need to…” I said, trailing off, caught my breath, then pushed my chair back abruptly, stood and turned to leave the kitchen. “Sweetie, you haven’t finished your breakfast,” my mom objected in a worried voice. “I’m not hungry. Give it to Maxi,” I snapped over my shoulder. “Darr?” Mike called, following me. “Ken,” I heard my mom say sharply, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I missed his reply, likely because all I could hear was the loud ringing in my ears while I replayed the conversation and wrestled with the choice I’d been given. ————————— “I can’t believe him. God fucking goddamn it!” I half screamed, half groaned while I paced back and forth in my bedroom. Mike was sitting on the bed watching me anxiously. “Honey, I’m sorry…” “It’s not your fault,” I choked out. “I should have warned you, we should have talked about it.” “I just thought it would help if it came from me instead of you,” Mike explained, sheepishly. “I figured they sort of felt like they owed me a little, and you’d said your dad was angry about what happened.” “I know you meant to help. It’s a…touchy subject, and Dad hates feeling at a disadvantage.” I kept on pacing; I was afraid if I stopped I’d explode or cry. Either option would be completely humiliating. “Sweetheart, please calm down.” I continued to pace. We were quiet for a few minutes if you didn’t count the sound of my blood boiling. “Darr, maybe your dad is right?” Mike said tentatively, breaking the silence. I stopped and stared at Mike, shocked. “If you stay in New York, you could take piano lessons, audition for schools, and you’ll be safe here. You won’t have to worry all the time, and constantly look over your shoulder,” he continued. “I can’t stay here. If I do that he wins,” I argued. “Honey, what if it’s a…test? If I support you staying here so you can study music, then no one can argue that I’m with you for myself.” “That’s ridiculous and you don’t know my dad like I know him. He’ll hold it over me forever.” I paused a minute. “And I’ll miss you…” I said, feeling my eyes sting. “Aw, sweetheart, I’ll miss you, too. But it’s only for what, six months? After graduation, I’ll come straight to New York and get a job. I could be a personal trainer at a gym, find a job teaching phys-ed at a school, or if I have to I could work construction. I’ll get a job at McDonald’s, anything.” “What about law school?” I demanded. “I’ll figure that out later.” Mike said. “Oh, wonderful. And if it doesn’t happen, then it’s my fault,” I said. “Well if you don’t stay here and study piano, then it’s my fault you can’t do what you should be doing…” “No,” I interrupted, “I’ll figure out something. I’ll take lessons back at school, there must be someone I could study with. And maybe I could take some music courses, too? My dad doesn’t have to know everything I do.” “And when he sees your report card?” Mike asked. “What’s he going to do, demand a refund? And there’ll be the settlement from the lawsuit. We could take our share and go wherever we want.” Mike was shaking his head, his eyes closed. “Darren, I can’t do that to your mom and dad. They’ve been good to me, paying for me to come here with you and taking care of all the expenses. It wouldn’t be right.” My insides twisted, I was short of breath. Tears warred with fury, so I consciously chose anger and resumed pacing. “I guess Dad was right about everything,” I said bitterly. “A few months with me is more than enough.” “What are you talking about?” Mike demanded. “You’re ready to give up and leave me here. You’re still the Prefect, right? So you can go back to school and find some other guy,” I said brutally. “You could have any of the others you want. Maybe Aiden? He’s really hot…” “I can’t believe you,” Mike said angrily. “I’m trying to do the right thing…” “Oh, yeah, sure,” I snapped, interrupting his explanation. Mike stood and interrupted my agitated pacing, grasping my shoulders and giving me a little shake. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t ever forget that.” “So that means I’m supposed to be a good boy and do whatever you say?” I snarled back. “No, it means…” he began, and then he took a shaky breath, visibly trying to dial back the emotional temperature, “we’re sherbet, right?” It was the last thing I expected; I made a sound that was some combination of a sob and a chuckle turning away to fight for control. He stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me close. “That’s bashert,” I mumbled. “You know what I mean,” Mike whispered in my ear and then trailed a line of kisses behind my ear and down my neck. “No fair,” I moaned. He didn’t stop – what’s that saying about fairness, love, war…? His hands were under my long-sleeve t-shirt, pushing aside the soft fabric to caress the skin of my abdomen; my back arched and I groaned, fighting surrender. But I didn’t want him to stop, either. Maybe if it’s good enough he won’t want us to be apart…maybe it’ll convince him…I rationalized desperately. Now he was unbuckling my belt, sliding down the zipper on my cords, pushing my briefs down and out of the way. I heard the rasp of his zipper and felt his hardening dick brush my thigh, then graze my butt. Just that light touch completed shattered any resolve. I wanted him more than anything else, would give him whatever he wanted. Anything to keep us together – I couldn’t lose Mike. I turned toward him and pulled him down for a kiss. Once our lips met everything else was obliterated: all my worries, Dad’s ultimatum, everything and anything else. There was only Mike and me, the taste of his lips and tongue, his muscular arms around me, his cock throbbing against me. I stroked the soft skin at the nape of his neck, exploring his hairline, his closely cropped hair tickling my fingers, and moaned into his mouth when he delicately stroked my ass crack. “Fuck me, please,” I begged in a husky whisper. “I need it, I need you.” Mike lifted me easily and dropped me on the bed, then covered my body with his, his rigid dick probing my abdomen and captured my mouth in a searing kiss, tongues tangling, breathing accelerating, pulses pounding. His warm, muscled body weighed on me, pinning me in place. I could feel his chest hair against mine as he started to rub his cock against me, pre-cum easing the friction. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then his lips followed the line of my jaw to my ear while I gasped and squirmed under him, then moaned aloud once he began kissing and licking my ears. “We belong together,” Mike whispered against my ear between kisses, “nothing will ever change that.” He moved to kneel over me, his dick and balls hanging out of the fly of his jeans, his immense cock rigid, twitching, pre-cum beading at the tip as he scooted forward to bring it to my mouth. I eagerly met him halfway, applying my lips delicately to the head with tiny, teasing kisses, working my way down the shaft. He moved further forward, pressing his jean-covered balls against my face. “Sniff my nuts,” he ordered in a low voice, grinding the worn denim against my face, “inhale – deeper,” he demanded. My own dick was rigid, I was completely aroused by his dominance, whimpering with pleasure as I obeyed. “Let me hear it, sniff out that crotch, now start kissing, nice little kisses on my balls. You love my balls, don’t you boy?” “Yes, yes,” was all I was able to get out between kisses. “Lick them then, taste my jeans, that’s it, keep going, don’t stop,” Mike demanded as he moved forward, my head between his legs. He brushed his ass over my mouth, settling himself with his ass crack right on top of my nose, pungent man scent filling my nostrils. “Smell. My. Ass,” Mike commanded. “Get that man stink in your lungs, you know you love sniffing that funky asshole of mine.” I obeyed immediately, loudly inhaling his musky scent. “Now kiss that man’s ass, keep kissing my top hole, make me feel good, oh, yeah, fuck yeah, lick right where my ass crack is,” Mike said on a groan, rubbing the rough seam against my mouth. I turned away for a minute, the pressure a bit too much. “Don’t move your fucking head,” Mike barked, squeezing my head between his thighs. “I’m going to smother you with my ass,” he said, letting more of his weight press against my face. “Never pull away from me.” I kept my head in place with some effort, I could only manage to inhale shallowly, redolent with his scent. “That’s it, obey your man,” Mike said, then stood and shed his t-shirt and jeans revealing that he’d gone commando, a savage grin on his face as he flexed and showed off his body for a minute, squeezing his dick with his hand. “Look at what you’ve done to me,” he rasped out, then positioned himself over a corner of my bed with his legs spread. “Get the fuck over here and smell my balls.” I submitted immediately, my breathing ragged with excitement. Mike had never been so dominating before, and it was driving me wild; I was panting and moaning as I positioned myself under his big balls. His wiry pubic hair tickled my nose as I inhaled the powerful odor of his pubes. “Lick my balls,” he snapped, “yeah, that’s it, keep going, now get your nose in my asshole, start sniffing that shithole…yeah, boy, now lick it, taste that man’s ass. Eat me, don’t stop…ah,” he groaned gutturally. “Time to fuck now.” Mike grabbed the fuck sheet out of his backpack, folded it and put it under my hips, then grabbed the jar of Vaseline from my nightstand drawer, stuck his fingers in for a glob that he smoothed over his dick, using the remaining bit on my asshole, putting a finger up my rectum, then adding a second and a third finger. He pulled my legs over his shoulders roughly, positioning the head of his cock against my pucker. “Brace yourself, bitch” he said and rammed his cock inside of me, my sphincters clenching painfully, then releasing as he began to pump in and out, his thrusts brutally hard. “This is what you like, take it, take my dick,” he said huskily as his hips pounded against me, his thrusts gaining force and gathering speed, the slap of his skin against mine getting louder. I could still smell and taste his dick balls and ass on my face, along with our comingled sweat as Mike drove into me, not letting up for a moment, nothing soft, just the sheer power of raw fucking as he exerted complete control over me. His shaft was angled against my prostate, massaging it, as I strained against his iron hold on me, my own excitement starting to peak. “Take it,” he murmured, “the cum is boiling in my balls, I’m going to shoot my charged load up inside your sweet little hole, breed that ass of yours, mark you as my mate…here it comes…ah, Ah, AH” he groaned in time with his thrusts, burying himself balls deep inside of me. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, probing my prostate until I couldn’t hold back any more and shot with him. My cum shot up between us, hitting my face; he covered my mouth with his, inhaling my gasps and moans while licking the cum off my face. We gradually calmed, breathing slowing, his kisses become melting and sensual as post-orgasm relaxation kicked in. “You know I don’t want to leave you, right?” Mike asked. My gut clenched and I could feel my eyes sting. Nothing had changed… “But…but…we just made love,” I exclaimed. “How can you...?” I broke off as tears threatened. “Get off of me,” I said, pushing at him ineffectually. “Honey,” he began. “I said let me go,” punctuating my demand with a hard shove against his chest. He pulled out, saying “Sweetheart, please…” “Don’t you call me sweetheart,” I barked, “you fucking liar!” “We can make it work,” he promised. “We can Skype or video call on Facebook every night, and it’ll be June before you know it. You’ll be so busy with lessons and practicing, anyway, and I’m going to be swamped wrapping up the semester and graduation. Anyway the rest of the frat is…” I tuned out – Mike’s words making no sense, cold spreading through me: the chill of betrayal. “You’re not the only guy in the world,” I interrupted, taking refuge in fury. “There are other guys who want to be with me. In fact, both the bodyguards my parents hired over Thanksgiving fucked me in this bed the last time you deserted me because you were so concerned and worried that you decided to be a total asshole,” I snarled, struggling into my t-shirt and corduroys, my voice getting louder and stronger. “What?” Mike shouted angrily, shock and hurt registering on his face, I noted with savage satisfaction. I was pulling on my boots, preparing to leave, to go anywhere to get away from him. He had put on his own clothing rapidly, and grabbed my arm, restraining me. “Who needs you? Go back without me, see if I care,” I spat at him, unleashing my hurt and fury. Loud, insistent knocking at my bedroom door cutting off our argument. Now the fuck what?

last night. a beefy 20 something young bear. anon hotel fuck. when I got to his room he was on all 4s being power fucked by an older dude. there were also 2 men waiting their turn. the older dude grunted and shot his load up the pig's ass and pulled out only to be replaced by the next man in line. he had big low hanging balls and I enjoyed watching them slapping on the pig's ass. he told the pig "I'm fukkin seeding you now" and emptied his balls. the next dude shoved his cock in deep. he had a beaut hairy ass and real hairy balls. I gripped his balls tight which he liked and I spread his ass and shoved my tongue up his hole. he moaned and grunted with pleasure. I felt his asshole throb on my tongue as his balls contracted and pumped their thick load up the pigs hole. finally it was my turn. I thrust into him. man he felt so good - 3 freshly pumped loads in his hole. I fukkin loved felling all that hot seed on my cock. the man who fucked him before me returned the favour and gripped my balls real tight - I love that and I shot a massive load into the grateful pig. . finally the 2 of us made him suck our cocks clean. will fuck him again - he was a grateful bottom and thanked me for my load

3. The Hung Priest He's free! Jesse takes the stairs two at a time. Having cleaned the living room, office, and kitchen, and having just changed all the upstairs bedrooms' linens and washed all the windows (and there’s a ton of windows in this glass house), Jesse's free for the rest of the afternoon. He sprints down the stairs to his room to grab a towel before hitting the beach and meeting up with Eros and T. Of course he can’t resist skidding to a stop in front of his full-length mirror. He runs his palm over the dark buzz cut that's quickly growing in, grinning back at himself. Rummaging through the top shelf's collection of caps he selects an olive green one that says ARMY, which matches his feeling of being on leave from boot camp. He’s been through his own kind of intense training this past week: snake bite kit has enlarged his nipples; he now sports one of Dante’s cast off Prince Alberts swinging through his dick; and his hole can take Tommy’s, Mac’s and even Eros’ big fist. But back to the mirror. From one of the two star tattoos Eros added on either side of his treasure trail, he flakes off the last remaining scab. He sprints to the side gate but decides to dial it back a notch and slows his pace to seem more chill before he meets up with his BFFs. The golf cart Tommy uses to transport plants from the dock now carries passengers. You can tell by how heavy the cart's load is by the immense clattering of the loose walkway boards as it approaches the house. It pulls up to the front as Jesse closes the gate behind him. He pauses behind a trellis of ivy next to the koi coy pond observing Mac. (Noted: no longer Mr. McPherson, being under Eros' and Tommy's tutelage. Mac doesn't mind as long as he still gets to fuck the kid any time he wants.) His boss gets out of the cart ushering an extremely heavy man and a very tall kid that’s bent over because of the golf cart’s low roof. The big man's vaguely familiar. A movie star. A former screen idol his mom said she'd swooned over twenty years ago but has now gone to seed. A hundred extra pounds of seed, roughly. He's forgotten his name, but he now appears mostly in hard-core revenge dramas, most of them of the poor oppressed white man variety. The kid looks up before he jumps out of the cart. Jesse figures he’s about his age, a little too hipsterish to be his type. Long blond dreadlock hang in his face. He's trying to conceal his height with bad posture. All his focus is on his Switch screen, ignoring everything and everyone around him. He's got earbuds in so he doesn't hear the actor yelling at him. Mac's trying to help the actor with his luggage, but the man shoos him off. The kid’s mad because the fat man distracted him and messed up his game. He shakes the screen then looks around puzzled, wondering where he is. One more passenger gets out of the cart. A white haired older man dressed in a brown Franciscan robe cinched simply with a plain white rope around his waist. Though everyone in the group sweats profusely, the monk is the only one that seems delighted to be in such a lovely setting. He looks around taking in driftwood glass house, the bright green forest mirrored darkly in all the house’s tinted windows, the magnificently attended to garden, smiles at his present company and then at the gorgeous little army boy in white underwear who demurely hides behind an ivy trellis next to a trickling fountain. The monk is, quite literally, in paradise. Through the ivy leaves Jesse observes the priest's white hair is in bangs that emphasize his prominent forehead. Sunken cheeks and steel grey eyes give him a skeletal look. Adding to this appearance is his toothy rictus grin. Jesse guesses him to be in his sixties, possibly seventies. You'd assume he’d be feeble, but you'd be wrong. He maneuvers artfully around the golf cart—not an easy feat on the narrow walkway—and flits past the others on the crowded path with the balance of a tightrope walker. He's the first to reach the front doors, his satchel clutched in his arms, patiently waiting for the others. “Jesse!” Mac yells to him as he tries to slink his way to the beach unnoticed. The entire party looks over at him. Even the dreadlocks kid looks up from his game taking out an earbud. “Pull the cart around to the side of the house, please,” Mac asks, more order than request. The keys fly through the air and Jesse catches them one-handed. The actor pulls a backpack over one shoulder and, huffing, carries two suitcases to the house's entrance. The kid wipes his brow, pushing his hair out of his face and goes back to his screen. As Jesse climbs in the cart, he heard the kid ask the actor, almost indignantly, “Why is that guy wearing underwear?" “How the fuck should I know, Jaxton,” returns the fat man, dropping his load at the front doors. “We’re casual here, Jaxton,” Mac explains, looking back at Jesse. “He feels very comfortable in his briefs. Everyone here is free to do exactly what he likes. That goes for you, too, young man.” Mac tweaks his nipple, to which the kid elbows Mac’s arm away with a scowl. “And for you, too, Father Lucius,” Mac says brightly. At the door, the Franciscan monk stares at Jesse with his frozen grin. "Don't worry. I'm as delightfully unencumbered as I could possibly be," he replies, lifting his robe to the assembled group. The kid is taken aback by what he sees, but the others remain indifferent. Father Lucius drops his robe and watches Jesse reverse the cart around the side of the house. Jesse senses the monk’s eyes never leaving him. Mac drapes his arm around the old man's shoulders and steers him through the front doors. The empty beach stretches for miles in each direction with ribbons of brown kelp washed up at high tide. The waves are turbulent from an approaching storm. It's still many miles out to sea where the sky darkens like an ominous bruise, but he sand's warm, crunching pleasantly under Jesse’s toes as he ambles toward the waves. Eros, in sunglasses, and T, slathering lotion over his sunburnt nose, have their beach chairs set up at the water line. They sit naked, dicks hanging limp for once, each with a beer in their chair’s cup holders. Jesse slips off his briefs and hangs it, his army cap and beach towel on the back of T’s chair, and runs to the breaking waves. He make a backwards flip at the last second before a large wave has a chance to bowl him over. He body surfs for a while, barking seal sounds, doing cartwheels in the shallows—basically trying to show off for Eros and T who are infuriatingly ignoring him. The men are in a serious discussion when Jesse emerges dripping wet. He grabs his towel, bangs his head a couple of times to clear water from his ear, and starts drying himself. "Well, can I?" Jesse begins. "No!" Tommy and Eros say simultaneously. "Why not?" He hits a higher register in annoyance. Tommy says, "Definitely not," over Eros saying, "Just drop it already." "It's not fair!" He stomps his foot between their chairs, then yanks on his army cap, lips pursed. The men sips their beers. Eros gives him the once over. “Can’t really call you Cue-ball anymore, can I?” Eros, expressionless behind his Ray-Bans, hands folded over his abs, gives Jesse's ankle a sandy brush with his big toe. Jesse in spite of his petulance, smirks, rubbing his towel over his dark buzz cut. Shading his eyes from the sun, Tommy looks up at Jesse. “How ‘bout we call you Raisinets,” he teases, grabbing at Jesse’s shriveled nut sack. “How ‘bout, fuck you T-bag,” Jesse counters. He takes a step back, eyes sparkling with mischief, and snaps his towel with a crack against Tommy’s exposed butt. Tommy yips, and yells, “You little fuck!” He jumps out of his chair and chases Jesse down the beach. Eros snorts beer while he watches the two zigzag down the shore, leaping over large clumps of seaweed. Jesse evades T for quite a while before T dives and tackles him. They roll around in the sand, T smacking the kid’s head and making Jesse eat sand. T flips him on his back, sets his haunches on Jesse hips, pins the kid’s skinny arms at his side. They're roughly the same size, though Eros works Tommy out mercilessly building up distinctive biceps and pecs. As Jesse struggles to get up, T’s also given the advantage that he’s actually miffed. He threatens Jesse with a drool of spit, but Jesse turns his head away before it hits him. “Okay! I give, I give, I give!” Jesse pleads. T sneers victorious over him. Jesse jiggles his hips in the warm sand that coddles his backside. With Tommy’s ass sitting on his dick, he starts getting aroused. It wouldn’t be the first time this week Jesse, at Eros' urging, fucks Tommy. It just'd be the first time out in the open where anyone could see. T feels the growing boner, gives Jesse a last smack to the head, rises off him with his own cock semi-rigid. Walking back to the beach chairs, he shouts, “Fucker’s a little [banned word].” He plops back in his chair, snatches his beer, feigning indignation. “Where’d he get that from, I wonder?” Eros says, grinning his gap-tooth smile. Jesse returns brushing off sand then plops down on his butt between the chairs. He twists his cap backwards. "I got payed so I can pay you for it," he says. "No!" Eros says, emphatically. "Subject closed." He looks angrily out at the gathering storm. "Blowing clouds, okay. Slamming, not okay. Got it?" “Okay, okay. Sheesh. What a grouch," Jesse says. Eros regards him with a cocked eyebrow. Jesse points at his beer. Eros hands it to him, but when Jesse starts guzzling it he snatches it back. Jesse uses his toes to play with Eros' ankle but Eros is done playing. Jesse perks up. "You made me forget—d’you see those guys come in from the dock?” “Mac's friends made it before the storm, huh?” Eros observes. The sun's gets swallowed by clouds as he prepares to leave. He shaking his auburn mane and puts it in a ponytail. “Mac said we’d have visitors this weekend—one of his old actor pals.” "Please, not Eddie Gleason!" Tommy tragically wails. Eros interrogates Jesse. "Big, fat guy? In all those sand and sandal religious movies?" Jesse affirms this and Tommy buries his face in his hands. “Eddie Gleason's got a major hard-on for our boy T.” "Minor pud more like it. Awww,” Tommy moans, “he's gonna want to fuck me again and he takes for-ev-er to cum. ‘Sit and spin, sit and spin,’ he says. He thinks he’s hysterical. Scooby and Shaggy is what he calls Eros and me." This breaks Jesse up. "Yeah, he thinks it's rich, too." “Well, he’s got a tall kid with him,” Jesse offers. “Maybe you’re off the hook.” Eros shakes his head “Nope. That’s this guy’s M.O. Always brings a fresh kid, calls them his assistants. New kid each time he brings for me and Mac to D.P., so he can watch and get off while the kid's—.” “What’s D.P.?” Jesse interjects. “Double penetrate,” Tommy says. “Like what me and Eros plan on doing to you tonight.” “Unless me and Eros do it to you first,” Jesse sasses childishly. “Oh, there was a priest, too, in a monk’s robe. And you also made me forget to tell you I saw steaks in the fridge!” “You think those are for us, dick weed?” Tommy asks, rhetorically. “Although a dirty Catholic boy might get a nasty priest’s meat up his butt.” Jesse leaps up and grabs Tommy’s head, yanks on his hair knocking him to the ground. Sand flies everywhere. The two roll around snarling and hissing, initially in fun but quickly getting fierce. Eros jumps up, pulling Jesse off, legs and arms flailing to get at Tommy. Eros easily has him under his wing and shakes him once to stop. “Knock it off! Both of you!” He gives Tommy a warning glare, then drops Jesse unceremoniously on his ass. “For fuck sake. Pair of alley cats. Swear to Christ.” The afternoon's quickly turning dark. There is a faraway crack and a low rumble of thunder. Eros picks up his beach chair and walks toward the compound. Tommy and Jesse eye each other. Their fighting is mostly show but without Eros as an audience it ends up kind of pointless. Tommy tosses Jesse his underwear and towel before he folds his chair and trots after Eros. Jesse scoops up his fallen cap and scrambles after both of them. He catches them at the walkway. The three of them hop up and, using each other’s shoulders for balance, brush sand off their feet. The Franciscan monk, Father Lucius, is at the front door admiring the three of them. He's smoking a joint. “Hey,” he calls out with a friendly wave. He offers to share his joint. Tommy and Eros wave back, declining, but Jesse quickly hustles over and relieves him of the joint. He takes a hit, then a second long draw, and hands it back to the monk. He flops his underwear jauntily over his shoulder and holds out his hand introducing himself. “I’m Jesse,” he says. "Mr. McPherson’s houseboy." He can tell right off the monk can’t resist him. He wants to make sure Eros and Tommy know it, too, so he keeps looking over at them beaming. “Nice to smoke a bit of ganja with you, Father." T and Eros crack up laughing at how cool Jesse is trying to be. Jesse sneers at them. "Just ignore them. Those two are lowlife junkies who won't let me party with them.” "Oh, poor little Rasta man," Tommy wails. “I’m Father Lucius. Enchanted meeting you, Jesse,” the priest says, taking a hit and handing him back the joint. “Will you join us for the bar-b-que?” “He’s eating with us,” Eros calls over to them. Jesse looks at him surprised. “I am?” “Yes. You are,” Tommy says, suddenly in protective big brother mode. “What are we having?” Jesse, the brat, wants to know. He takes another hit off the priest’s joint. “Pasta and meatballs, your highness,” Eros snidely replies. “I’d rather have steak,” Jesse proclaims, handing the joint to the Father. “Suit yourself, Rasta man,” Eros says. He and Tommy head to their cabin, leaving Jesse and Father Lucius passing the joint between them. There is a flash of lightning from the other side of the dunes followed by a soft rumble. “I like your Prince Albert. May I?” the priest asks leaning forward. “Sure." With fists on hips, he pushes his dick forward provocatively. “It’s new, I’m mean it’s new on me. It’s an old one of Dante’s. You know I still haven't met him. Do you know him.” Lucius pulls the horseshoe P.A. back and forth through Jesse piss slit. Though still a little tender, the pot gives him a warm buzz of excitement rather than discomfort as the priest tugs on his jewelry. "I only know him by reputation. You should be cautious. Make sure others are around." The priest releases the P.A. “That’s a nice one. Eight gauge, is it?” He takes a hit and holds it before passing the joint to Jesse. “Nope. It’s a six gauge,” Jesse boasts. “This is some fuckin’ awesome weed, Father Lucius,” he says, holding up the joint. "'Scuse my language, but it really is!" “Isn’t it just? It’s laced,” the priest informs him. “I hope you’re not a purest about such things, Jesse. I'm a bit of an amateur botanist. Tinker in chemistry, too. Always experimenting. Exploring nature’s limits, such as they are.” "I'm curious to explore limits, too," Jesse says, passing the joint. The priest takes a deep hit and breaks into a coughing fit, putting his hand on Jesse’s shoulder for balance. It’s dawning on Jesse that although the priest's old and thin as a rail, there’s something attractive about him. How he’s leers shamelessly at Jesse's body might have something to do with it. And maybe it's just the weed, but his attention makes Jesse feel special, spotlighted—the way he's smiling at him as he gets control of his racking cough; the way he’s rubbing his soft hand over Jesse’s bare shoulder. The monk looks back down at Jesse's penis. He clears his throat. “Your six felt loose like you could be ready for something bigger. Have you been wearing that particular Prince Albert long?” He offers Jesse the last hit before the joint is spent. Jesse pinches the joint. “Worn it a week. Cause it’s heavier than my last one, maybe it pulls at the hole more,” Jesse speculates. He tokes then offers the last of the joint, but the priest waves it away. Jesse tosses the tiny ember into the ivy bed. "I have a double zero, myself,” Father Lucius says, lifting his robe showing he's completely naked underneath. On the internet Jesse's seen penises like his before, but never in real life. He's stunned and amazed by this monstrously deformed penis, pumped he'd guess for years to the width of a beer can, and, even flaccid as it is now, it looks like it would take at least two fists to handle it. He can't picture what it would look like hard, or if it could get hard. But the kicker is that beyond the rolls of sagging foreskin, at the tip of all that engorged flesh is a thick P.A. the width of his pinky. Jesse is fascinated by both the size of the priest’s cock and his P.A. “Can I touch it?” “That's what it’s meant for,” chuckles the priest. Jesse runs his palms down the soft skin of the priest's hairless pubic bone. He scoops up the man’s expansive flesh, pulls back the plentiful foreskin and rubs his thumb from the top of the priest’s glans down to the P.A. With his other hand he weighs the hefty P.A., getting a staggering two-handed feel for the Father’s gargantuan cock. The front porch lights flick on electrifying the scene. Jesse's skin tingles holding this behemoth. Recessed spotlights illuminate from the ivy bed casting light up from the ground. Their bodily outlines shadow the house with twisted shapes. The porch lights amplify the darkness of the surrounding forest and inky dunes. Wind whips through the oak tree and rattles the shrubs. A flash of lightning illuminates their faces, followed by a loud crack. “You know,” Father Lucius says, dropping his robe and earnestly enjoying the boy's enchanted face, "I have with me an antique four gauge captive bead that might be perfect for your penis. May I show you?" The monk considers the sky. "We should get inside. It looks to be a devil of a storm.” Jesse follows the priest without a word into the house and up to his room. They pass Mac on the staircase. Lightning flashes through the many windows of the foyer. "I'm so sorry, Father Lucius. It looks like we'll have to postpone our bar-b-que. I'll set up cold cuts in the kitchen for you and the other guests." He smiles eyeing Jesse. "Jesse, are you feeling okay? You look pale." He brushes Jesse's cheek. "I'm fine, sir," he responds, unusually sedate for Jesse. "Father Lucius told me about a captive bead that might be right for me." "Well, whenever you’re ready, please to come down." "So gracious of you, sir," the priest says, clutching this host's hand in both of his. "I promised the boy a gift. We were just on our way for me to confer it, if he so inclined. We might join you later, but please don't let us hold you up." "Nor I hold up you," Mac says with his broadest smile. His hand passes down Jesse back and rests on the boy’s butt. After a light tap, he says, "I expect you to give special attention to our esteemed Father. Make sure his every need is met.” "Yes, sir. I will, sir." Two men exchange a look and then a courteous bow before the monk takes the boy's hand and leads him to his room. His cleaning of the bedrooms earlier included putting silk sheets on all the beds but he sees Father Lucius has exchanged the cast iron bed's linens for a black rubber sheet. The priest escorts Jesse to the room’s spacious sitting area situated before a wall of glass. A leather divan faces a carved antique chair, an inlaid table between. A box sits in the center. There’s a burst of lightning immediately followed by a rumble that rattles the house. The forest beyond the glasses flashes several times illuminating the forest. If he gave into paranoia Jesse’d swear there were faces in the trees. He looks up past the exposed beams to the roof's skylights and, in the hazy euphoria of the laced drug, witnesses the tempest pouring down. The room lights flicker an instant. There is a loud crash and the room goes completely dark. Gloom envelops everything. Jesse feels his skin alive with goosebumps. He's not frightened but he's very aware he's naked and has no idea where the priest is, until he hears somewhere in the blackness, "Not to worry. A priest, like a good boy scout, is always prepared." He hears Father Lucius riffling through his satchel. A large black candles is lit, then several more. The candles he produces as thick as his monstrous cock, thinks Jesse. It takes a while for light to bathe the room, but candle by candle it does. The warm glow counters the fury of the storm clawing at the glass wall and skylights. Lightning and thunder gradually diminish, but leave behind sheets of rain and a howling wind. Jesse takes a seat on the leather divan and the priest sidles next to him. His wool robe scratches Jesse's bare skin. The priest opens the box. It's a jewelry case, but rather than ordinary jewelry between the black velvet slots, there are various sized piercings: shiny barbells of different widths and lengths, horse shoes P.A.s, ribbed wands, penis plugs, nipple rings, and, in the center stands a thick Prince Albert four gauge captive bead. A sparkling red ruby is captured by the P.A.'s heavy ring. The jewel glistens as brilliantly in the candlelit room as the red in priest’s eyes. “It’s a star ruby, rarest of the rare," the monk whispers in Jesse's ear, as if he doesn't want to wake the gemstone. "Most star rubies are either three or six pointed. But look here," he says, plucking it from the case, rotating it before Jesse’s mesmerized eyes. "You can see this rarity has five points.” He displays it from many angles and sees the boy can’t look away. “It’s said to be blessed—or cursed—depends on your point of view, I suppose. Shall we see if it fits?” The priest fondled his penis, which Jesse, still feeling the intense buzz of the joint, enjoys. He relaxes his body, arms along the back of the divan, feeling Father Lucius twist off the end of his horseshoe P.A. The priest slips the ring out below Jesse's frenulum. “We should lubricate the piercing, don’t you think, so it’ll be in easier for you to accept the new ring?” Jesse tilts his head forward and catches Father Lucius leering at his dick then darting his eyes hungrily up at him. The candles’ shadows exaggerate the cadaverous hollows of the monk’s sockets. “Yeah, get it slick. The six gauge bump was really painful.” Jesse gives a quick shivers remembering how long it took for Mac to get Dante’s old P.A. through his piercing. "Pain need not always be an unintended consequence, my child," says the priest, “but I understand your reticence.” Father Lucius goes down on Jesse's cock. He moans in surprised pleasure. The priest pauses for a moment and shocks Jesse by removing dentures from his mouth. He sets them on the table and drools back down on his cock. The look is complete: a cadaverous skull is giving him head. The priests spits on Jesse’s member. He licks the top of his glans and then swirls his tongue underneath where the pierced hole resides. Jesse’s head falls back as the priest gums his member up and down. The soft, sensual teasing of the Father’s mouth, lips and smooth gums arouses him, aided by the priest fondling his nipples. Father Lucius lifts off his erection with a mocking, “Don’t get too carried away, my child.” He rubs his slick thumb back and forth over Jesse’s engorged cockhead. I’ll never get it in if you keep growing.” The priest toys with Jesse dick, pushing the four gage ring through his piss slit, finding the piercing within but gets snagged on the narrow opening. Jesse flinches. The priest tries several more times. Each time Jesse jumps. “Does this hurt too much,” he asks, repeated pushing the large ring against the small hole. Jesse nods, and puts his hand in the way of further abuse. “Oh, such a shame. This ancient piece of jewelry would look so lovely dangling from a young boy’s penis.” The priest continues to glide his thumb over the tip of Jesse cockhead. The effect wears down his resistance. "No, keep trying, Father," he rasps. "I don’t care. I think you almost got it to go through." He lifts his bare leg over the monk's scratchy robe, giving more access to his body. The priest is pleased with the boy's subordination and rubs his soft hand under Jesse's thigh, cupping his balls and running a finger along his taint. “Seems like you have a bit of a masochist in you, child. How provocative and persuasive you can be.” In the undercarriage of the jewelry case there is a drawer the priest opens. In it are housed several tools. Among these are a pair of pliers. It makes Jesse nervous that the pliers are so near his dick head, but the monk holds his penis so firmly, he trusts him to be careful. In addition Father Lucius pulls out a long silver piercing needle, the width of the new P.A. He jabs it through Jesse piss slit finding the piercing, stretching it with the needle's width, and begins pull the ring along after it. Jesse pants trying to battle the growing pain. He’s at the threshold of what he can tolerate and begins to wail like an animal and clutching his groin, folding in half, just as Father Lucius falls back on the divan. It’s in. “Look at that!” says the priest in amazement, rolling his head to the side. “Would you look at that? It adorns your boy penis magnificently.” Jesse is astonished, too. Never mind the tenderness, he wags the ring back and forth so it flops from side to side out of his piss slit. It’s hefty and he likes it. His cock’s tinging from his pierced hole, but it’s a sensual discomfort, something he could get used to, will have to get used to. His dick isn’t fully erect, but his cock feels more substantial than before. He's beginning to realize that it comes with each P.A.'s increased size. "All we need now is to set the gem." The monk rolls the ruby in his fingers, and wedges it between the two end points of the ring. The pliers is there to bend the thick ring into place. There a stab of pain accompanying a small click. "A solid sealed, Jesse. What do you think?" He looks down at his dick. Even semi-erect it looks so hot to him. He’s also feeling particularly drawn toward the monk at this moment, grateful, as captivated by Father Lucius as the ruby is in its ring. He reaches over and puts his hand behind the priest's thin head and draws his skull forward. He kisses him gently, astonished that he’s not repulsed by the man’s toothless gums. He puts his hand beneath the robe and fondles the monstrous cock and P.A. The priest pulls away. "Child, you must forgive me. I've given you such confusing signs.” Jesse immediately sits up, upset. “Shit, no, my bad, Father. Celibacy, I get it, your vow. All that. Please, can you forgive me?” “Oh, my boy, I blame myself,” the priest counters, putting his soft palm on Jesse crotch. His thumb wanders across Jesse’s trimmed pubic hair, his little finger runs over Jesse’s new ring. “I am the one not being truthful. I’m not in the least celibate, but I’m also not enticed by what you would call typical homosexual relations. It simply is not how I was created. I’m not ashamed, but what you would call normal relations between men, or in your case boys and very old men, doesn’t ... animate me. I’d hope you understand." Jesse is really confused. As the priest is saying this he's running his hand up and down Jesse cock trying to get him hard. His other hand is playing with his nipples. He smiles that skeletal grin at him. "I am so pleased you have allowed me to bestow my gift.” Jesse finds himself flummoxed but also aroused and curious. He flop his leg back again over the monk's lap. “Well,” he swallows, excited but a little fearful of what he might hear: “What exactly do you like?” The priest attends to his body, fingering his taint, then running a finger to his butthole. “I mean I do kinky things, too, Father Lucius. With Mac—uh, with Master. Also with Eros and Tommy. Like letting them fist me. Is that what you like to do…” Jesse pauses, in his own inexperienced way, attempting to entice the priest, “… what you like to do to boys.” Moving Jesse to one side, the priest rises with a noticeable lump at his groin. He ambles in front the darkened glass to look out into the night. Untying the white cincture from around his waist, he pulls the brown Franciscan robe off revealing a leather and chain harness rattling over his thin naked frame. He turns to face Jesse. His body is ancient; his breast turn upward at thimble-sized nipples; a long rope of drool slithers off this thick P.A. He runs his cincture back and forth through his palms, giving Jesse a dark look. “I was informed that, yes, you possess kinks of your own. I must confess when we shared our joint outside your adventurous nature kept crossing my mind, your proclivities intrigued me, and I hoped I might introduce you to a few of my own.” He moves to the back of the heavy antique chair and let his cincture graze the chair’s carved arms. “It’s not something I can simply tell you about. We’d have to participate together communally.” Jesse gulps. His cock remains semi-rigid, but in his gut he feels a wariness that causes him to back down. “Maybe some other time, Father," Jesse proposes, immediately seeing the disappointment cloud the monk’s face. Weighing the ruby P.A. between his fingers, he adds, "I really do like your gift. But you probably want it back now." The priest shakes his head, holding up a hand in acquiescence. “Of course it belongs to you. Perhaps some other time indeed. When I pass this way again," he says with a drip of irony. The monk reaches in his satchel and produces a small zippered leather case. He sighs, "Oh, well." He relaxes in the chair across from Jesse, with his pumped member starting to stir. Tooth by tooth he opens the case slowly revealing an orange-capped syringe, several vials of liquid and a blue rubber tourniquet. Taking off the orange cap, monk examines the tip. A small air bubble tracks back and forth within the vial. Jesse can see it’s fully loaded, ready to go. “Scary,” says Jesse. He contemplates putting on his briefs and making a polite exit, but his cock in a full state of erection betraying his most intimate desires. “I certainly wouldn't want to lead you into temptation, but deliver you from wholesomeness. I understand your desire for the mundane, the safety of the ordinary. But look! It appears that you don't want to really leave this room. The jewel states its desires, too.” He nods at Jesse’s erection. “And it isn’t scary,” Brother Lucius replies, licking the tip of the needle. “Quite a new road for someone who likes to explore their limits, I would think.” Jesse eyes the hypodermic then the priest. “I’ve never done it before.” “Booty bumps, blowing clouds, chem piss, but, no.” Father Lucius’ eyes gleam in the firelight. “I agree. You have never done this, child. Not my concoction.” The priest rises from the chair and, with a sweeping palm, offers Jesse the seat. Waves of rain washes against the black glass. He contemplates the dark reflection of himself and the naked back of the priest he sees in the window. It’s just the two of them, and he’s already gone so far. He would have done it anyway with Eros and Tommy, he reasons, if they’d have let him. He gets up and strides over and sits in the chair. He fidgets nervously. A cadaverous, toothless smile emerges out of Father Lucius’ bony face. “Let me examine your arm,” he says, as he binds Jesse bicep with the tourniquet. The priest kneels before him, pressing his thin torso between Jesse legs spreading them far apart. He strokes Jesse’s skin resting on the arm of the chair. He runs his nails up and down the boy's smooth skin tracing a long prominent vein. “This should prove simple enough.” He places the syringe at an angle to his arm and asks if the boy is ready. Jesse says he is. There was a sharp pain where the needle breaks his skin. He watches Father Lucius pull back the syringe slightly as blood swirls into the clear mixture. “Think nasty thoughts,” says the priest as he pushes the plunger down as he releases the tourniquet. He coughs! and a tidal wave sweeps Jesse away. There was the Before Jesse and now an After Jesse. No matter if this is his only time or he does this a thousand times, he will always be the After Jesse. His head’s thrown back. He feels incredible—what ancient gods must have felt. Monumental! Powerful! His desires are inhuman, uncontainable in this body. He is so much more than this body. Nothing is out of bounds as his mind frees the bonds of his banal existence. What's unleashed is wicked, sinful, unhealthy, has no name, can only be viewed in a sideways glance. He’s never felt so unhinged or amoral in his life. He coughs again. It's only been a second from the first, but this one makes him fall deeper and feels the rush increase, thinking that's impossible, but there it is. He barely holds on to the reality of this room as it is—but it flies away. What left is a feeling of teetering over the edge of never-ending darkness. He falls forward into it, stuttering fuck-fuck-fuck, as a way to ground himself, but it's useless. He's so overwhelmingly potent, unstoppable, a blind god raging in erotic torment. He leaps out of the chair with unheralded energy, but simultaneously his legs give out from under him. “I know, it’s normal, loss of motor control,” cautions the monk, who holds him up under his armpits. Jesse can’t help himself and he clutches the monk in his arms, ruts against his bare skin, against the leather and chains, runs his tongue down the monks fleshy breasts and suckles the engorged tits, feels the priest's demonic serpent growing, raising it's monstrous head. “I know, I know. It feels so damnably good, doesn’t it boy? Best you lie down as you ride the wave.” Whatever the priest says he’s wed to. He lies down on the black rubber sheets unable to focus on the priest in the infinite distance of the antique chair shooting up. Writhing in ecstasy on the bed, he’s consumed in flames, touching his magnificent body, his nipples, his cock and balls, his stretched butthole. His mind is being pulled through a pinhole, a camera obsura, where on the other side everything is upside-down, backward. Something is emerging through that pinprick in his arm that wasn't him before: a negative, a doppelganger, comes through from the other side. A beast is in the room, getting out of the chair. "Morax,, Zepar, Moloch," he listens to a long recitation of meaningless name. Demons he sees summoned in the shadow fight for the scraps of what's left of his soul; the soul itself is liquified by the drug coursing through his body. It leaches out like an overrun cesspool; lust seeping into every thought. Lust is in the darkness; lust is the smooth, black sheets he rubs his hands across; it’s in his nipples that he pinches wantonly, whore like; is in the priest he is pulling down to the bed on top of him. “Yes, yes, you’re feeling Him take you over, aren’t you child?” whispers the priest in his ear, taking the white cincture, guiding Jesse’s hands through the bed’s iron bars and tying them securely above his head. Father Lucius bends down and licks Jesse’s armpits, sucks on his nipples. ‘”Enjoy the rush, child. Let Him take you where He wants to go." The monks produces more rope and secures each of Jesse's legs to the frame above. "You need to confess your sins, don't you child?" Jesse parrots mindlessly whatever is said. "You have depraved thoughts, don't you child?" "I have depraved thoughts, Father." The monk takes out a knotted rope. "Confess your sins to me. You allow men to abuse you." "I allow men to abuse me, Father." Father Lucius cracks the cord against his legs. Jesse cries out. "Say 'thank you, Father.'" "Thank you, Father." "You let men violate you." "I let men violate me, Father." Another powerful whack impacts Jesse ass. Again he cries, "Thank you, Father." "Push out your ass lips, boy. Show me what sinful men have done to you." Jesse pushes out his asslips, spouting his tiny rosebud. Father Lucius hold the cord perpendicular and whips Jesse between his legs repeatedly. Jesse sobs in pain and the priest bends over him, fat cock erect and peers into Jesse eyes, the priest's pupils so dilated his eyes are pitch black. "Child, child, I can save you." He spreads Jesse checks and rims his burning hole. Jesse moans, allowing his rose to bloom in the priest's mouth. "You tempt me with your ruination. With your damnation.” Jesse moans and the priest spreads open his hole. “Let me enter you. My release will be your salvation." Jesse pushes out his ass as the priest kneels over him, allowing his deformed mass to slowly slither into his rectum and then further crawl deeper into his intestines. Jesse feels the blazing hot metal ring leading the monstrous serpent deep into his body. The monster is fucking him, burrowing into him, seconds that turn to minutes, inch by inch it possesses him, pounding him painfully, mercilessly, minutes that stretch to hours. He wants it to devour him for eternity. Time is warped, has no meaning, is wiped away by lust that derails his mind and body, untethered from this universe. He's on his side, his ear against one outstretch arm, the other arm way up inside a sloppy, wet cunt. A hand is also inside him. He’s sixty-nining on the rubber sheets, fisting the priest just as the priest is fisting him. He has no idea when this happened, but it’s happening now, and the priest is taking full advantage of shoving his fist in and out of Jesse's open gape. Jesse disengages his arm from the depth and responds in kind to punch fisting the priest. He's mindless, desperate to inflict on the priest what the priest is inflicting on him. There's brutal symmetry at play. They're tearing each other apart in the flickering firelight in the presence of witnesses watching from the dark. The savagery inside him is so intense it’s beyond what he can fathom. His mind just doesn’t engage, only his body is responding. The priest increases the pounding until he's ferociously punching Jesse guts, Jesse grunting in wedded agony and pleasure. Jesse can't keep up with the priest’s barbarity, and collapses lying catatonic, overloaded, more stimulus than his body can absorb, and yet it does. His leg is lifted in the air by the frenzied monk, who’s pounding even more violently on his knees at Jesse's side since Jesse collapsed. In the darkness Eros and Tommy emerge naked as two of the witnesses. They watch approvingly, with hideous smiles. But it can’t be them. Eros smiles with perfect teeth; and Tommy’s tattoos are wrong, misplaced, near perfect. They laugh as he’s drowns in a sea of ecstasy, their faces fading into the depths. The blackness is complete. Someone puts a blindfold over his eyes. A ball and gag go in his mouth. Each leg is tied again overhead. He hears voices. He feels a small dick fucking him for a long time, then pull out, a fresh trail of sperm flows over his tailbone. "How many loads is that?" "I've been at him since this afternoon. Yours was his fifth." "Boy, you fuck him while the monk fucks you." There's a howling from others in the room or perhaps the wind. Jesse has lost the thread. He no longer knows what's real. "Get the fuck on top of him, dammit." "I'm not hard," a voice mewls. "Just put your cock against his hole and let the monk fuck you." Jesse feel a soft cock at his hole and, as weight is added on top of him, he feels the soft cock start to stiffen inside him. The longer the grinding continues above, the harder the cock in him becomes. Soon the cock is hard enough and aroused enough to begin fucking him too. "He's not going to remember this?" wheezes the whiny voice above. The priest pants, "Best kind of drug fuck. He remembers nothing." The rhythmic fucking melts into monotony, his mind fades, and the drug and time lose their grip behind his blindfold. A door creaks closed, and Jesse hears the door’s barrel bolt slide shut. His gag and blindfold is removed. He thinks it’s just him and the old monk who hold the last illuminated candle. Shadowy figures move in the murky blackness but he hasn’t trusted reality for a while. He's spread eagle on the cast iron bed, ropes immobilizing him. The monk holds the candle above. He dips it slightly to the side. Hot wax hits one nipple then the other, Jesse crying out. More wax hits his navel and he shakes his head, begging to be let go. He promises not to tell. The monk tilts the candle above his balls, and burning wax scorches them. "You're awake, now, aren't you, Jesse?" "Please, let me go," he begs. "If you're awake, then it must be time for a pick-me-up," says the priest setting the candle on the inlaid table. He brings back the zippered case, then neatly lays out his pliers, weighted alligator clamps, urethral sounds, and the several sizes and shapes of forceps. "No!" Jesse pleads. The priest presses a finger to Jesse's lips. "Best you not remember how this evening ends." He unzips the case, fills the syringe. "Now don’t put up a struggle or it could damage you." He feels the priest’s nail glide down the thick vein of his arm. "I don't want you damaged. I want you perfect." He empties the syringe as Jesse vision disconnects. The last thing he sees is plyers on his nipple. The last thing he feels is its cold teeth clamp down on him sharply, shooting pain that electrifies and short-circuits his brain. The room is barely discernable in the gloom. Through the wall of glass Jesse sees outlines of trees backlit with growing clarity. For minutes—maybe he's mistaken and it's hours—he lies there, not moving, watching the forest mist glow through pine needles and black oak leaves. The first sign of life: chittering wrens bounce with song on colorless branches. Life happens even if he can’t move, or doesn’t wish to move. It's a fine morning to wake into, around five a.m. by the light, he thinks. His nipple really hurt. He feels it and finds a small barbell pierced through it. His butthole stings. He touches it, twitches in pain, and vows to leave it alone. His dick wears the ruby bead P.A. he fuzzily remembers getting. At first the night’s a jumble, but laying there on sweat-covered sheets, the night gradually comes back in sinister flashes. “Fuck,” he says, sliding his legs off the side of the bed. There's loose ropes at the foot of the bed and by the headboard. The more awake he is the more like shit he feels. Still, he can't put pieces of the night together. It might be he doesn't want to. The forest slowly brightens through the wall of glass revealing a foggy summer morning—as foggy as his head, he thinks to himself. He's got an urgent need to pee. He gets up, slides open the door’s barrel lock, and crosses to the guest bathroom, lifts the lid, and releases a flood of piss. It’s dark brown, his piss, and burns like a motherfucker. Done, he shakes his dick. It's sore from the new ruby P.A., which he can't help but being a little impressed by. In a flash he now remembers the events that led to it. He returns to the bedroom to retrieve his underwear and then get the hell out of there. Framed by the wall of glass, bare legs bound with silver duct tape twist round before the early morning forest. He shuts his eyes thinking it's the residue of a dream, or maybe some hallucination still acting on his addled brain. But no, he follows the thin, veiny legs up to the emaciated torso, bony arms duct taped behind the naked figure's back. In the brutality of daylight the black leather harness and chains seems absurdly inappropriate on an old man's torso. Sunbeams hit the body slowly rotating under invisible fingers of an air vent. The heavy antique chair rests on its side. Jesse's eyes trace the rope looped several times over an exposed beam watching Father Lucius' lifeless body hang from his braided cincture expertly tied into a long, white noose. A gathering of black caped chickadees erupt in a chorus of song welcoming the light of another spectacular day.

It was quite chilly again yesterday, and Chris came over last night as well - and brought a little present with him. I think I may have fucked the "present" before, and fortunately I had the playsheet under the sheets. We had a pervectly filthy time of it for the second night in a row. The present was a hot-holed Hispanic guy, with a great hairy Hole - one of my very favorites. Chris and I both rutted in him, ate his Hole together, fucked him some more and then shared each other's Sperm up that sweet hairy Hole. It's only a queen-sized bed, and the three of us actually slept together off and on, but the sensation of a mouth on my Cock did wake me up a couple of times. Of course, I was guilty of the same ... Now where did I put that bottle of cum-stain-remover .... the washing machine is calling those sheets ... loudly 😒 It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm

I have always degraded the bottoms I use. They are not men nor women to me, just holes to receive my cock and cum. Not particularly great stuff, so...........yeah. Degradation, humiliation are all good.

“Now who want’s to be the first to help this boy get all eighteen of his birthday loads? Oh, did I mention that when the birthday boy came to the baths tonight he was a virgin.” An older guy stepped up, I couldn’t see his cock, but Tom pulled his fingers from my hole and I was soon equally as full as the old guy started to pound away. Tom kissed me and then turned my head to the side so that he could force his cock down my throat. The old guy didn’t last long and soon he was moaning and spluttering as the cum shot out of his cock into my ass, and all the while Tom was feeding me his cock. Apparently just outside of my field of vision a line was forming because no sooner had the older guy stepped aside then a young thing blond twink took his place. And so it went on and on, and all the while Tom was gagging my on his cock till he shot a load down my throat. I kept count for the first ten loads and then after that I lost track. By that point though my hole was so stretched out that the guys with average sized cock were invisible to me and I could only feel the big ones. It was as if the rest of my body had shut down and all that remained was my ass; my cum and sweat covered ass. It wasn’t just my ass that was covered in cum, some where around the seventh top guys had started jerking off over me and now there were ropes and pools of cum all over my thin twink torso. Henry still stood beside me, occasionally fucking some guy waiting to breed me. Tom had clambered into the sling next to me and now had his legs in the air and was well on his way to catching up to my count. As a big fat black man pulled his equally fat cock from my hole and I could feel a river of cum flowing out of my hole. A few guys cheered and shouted things like: “look at his hole gaping,” “he’s fucking wrecked,” “that cunt will never be tight again.” I was in heaven. After all that time wondering what sex would be like, just wanting to get it over with and now here I was wreaking of cum and sweat my hole gaping wide, I had found my place. A new guy appeared between my legs and as I watched him line up his cock with my hole I thought he looked rather familiar. He was about six feet tall and squarely built with jet black hair and super dark five o’clock shadow. It was the guy from the desk at the entrance, the one I had rented my locker from. I felt a thick cock slid easily into my hole and he leaned over me and taking in my cum covered body said, “I knew you’d be popular birthday boy, but I didn’t know how popular. I’m just glad this cunt was still here when I got off work even if it is basically destroyed.” He bucked into my hole for a few moments and then seeing Henry said, “You taken charge of this boy hole then Henry?” “Yep, plucked his cherry myself.” “Sweet, well seeing as you’ve already let every guy in this place wreck this boy’s cunt mind if I just ruin him for life.” “Go right on ahead Sam, do what you like.” I had no idea what they were talking about but Sam pulled his cock out of me and examined my hole for a minute. He then began rubbing around my abused and stretched ass ring sliding his finger in from time to time. Slowly he worked in first two, then three, then four fingers inside of me. The pressure mounted as he began to work his thumb in too twisting his hand around inside my hole, pushing forward a little with each twist. The cum smeared all over my ass acted as lube and eased Sam’s entry and in what seemed like no time with a soft pop my hole swallowed his hand. I moaned like the bitch in heat that I had become as he started to fuck me with his hand. Cum splattered out of my hole and onto the floor as Sam worked his hand deeper and deeper into my guts. I really have no idea how long he fisted me or how deep he got. My eyes had rolled into the back of my head and all I could focus on was the sensations coming from my ass. Several times cum shot from my own cock without my having even touched it, but it did nothing to slake my lust. When Sam finally pulled his fist and his cock from my ass after cumming twice I realized that the room had emptied out quite a bit. Henry was depositing another load into Tom who looked as fucked out as I felt, and a few men were hanging around the perimeter but the massive crowd had gone. “Where is everyone,” I asked weakly. “Gone kid, it’s eight am,” Sam replied. Holy shit, I had spent the whole night in the sling, I had never even made it to the hotel I had booked. “How about one last load from us two and then we’ll get you cleaned up boy,” Henry said helping Tom from the sling. “Yes please,” anything to keep this day from ending. Henry and Sam helped me from the sling and the two of them supported Tom and I on unsteady legs back to Henry’s room where Tom collapsed on the bed. “Get on top of him boy,” Henry commanded, and despite the fact that my legs felt like jello I mounted Tom’s ever hard cock and then practically laid down on him with it still inside me. Henry slid his cock easily inside of me next to Tom’s cock and slowly began to fuck me. Sam made to leave but Henry told him to stay, and in fact Sam got behind Henry and slid his cock inside Henry’s big meaty hairy ass in a quick smooth stroke. The four of us then shared what was honestly the most tender fucking that happened that whole night. We had been bonded together by what we had done with each other and it showed in how Henry controlled the smooth easy tempo of the other three till finally he and Tom blasted inside of me adding to what I thought must honestly be a gallon of cum in my ass and Sam planting the first load of the night in Henry’s ass. We then disentangled ourselves and made our groggy way to the showers. Henry washed the cum from my body but made sure not to remove any from my hole, though a good quantity was simply running down my leg out of my gaping hole while Sam cleaned off Tom. We went to our lockers and put back on our street clothes, it felt weird to have them on at all. Henry grabbed my phone out of my locker before I could put it back in my pocket and the three guys quickly passed it around putting their numbers in, and then we all did the same for Tom. Then we left. I drove home in a sleepy silence, and when I got home I walked past my parents muttered something about having a good time and went up stairs to pass out. When I woke up sometime around dinnertime my phone was glowing with texts from my new friends; I smiled. Perhaps the rest of my summer wouldn’t be such a dry spell after all.

We didn’t have to look far, as soon as Henry stood up I saw standing in the door way a tall All-American sorta guy with short cropped brown hair, a swimmer’s body with generous patches of hair growing all over the place and a white towel that was tenting out something fierce. Henry walked over to the guy and extended his hand and introduced himself. “Tom,” the guy replied and stepped into the room. I guessed that he was about twenty-four. “Now Tom, would you believe that that boy laying on the bed with his legs still spred wide and my load dripping out of his ass was a virgin an hour ago.” “No shit?” “No shit, and not only that, today is his 18th birthday.” “That’s one hell of a birthday kid,” Tom addressed to me, and then turning to Henry, “So are you getting to have the fun or are other people getting a shot at him?” “He says he wants more so I suppose go ahead.” Henry stepped to the side and Tom walked over to me. I was extatic, not only had I gotten my cherry popped by a gorgous man, now I was about to be fucked by a guy I would have pegged for a straight jock. Tom undid his towel and let it fall to the floor right before he climbed on the bed and got between my legs. I couldn’t believe the size of his cock, Henry’s was big, but this guy had a can of Guinness with a mushoom on top for a dick. Tom leaned in and kissed me deeply, his cock finding my cummy hole. “Happy birthday,” he started to press inside of me.

First his mouth stopped licking about my quickly loosening sphincter and then his fingers pulled out of my hole and I felt incredibly empty. I looked back at him to see what was happening and my heart soared when I saw him kneeling behind me getting his cocked lined up with my hole. Henry hocked a big glob of spit onto his pole and began to rub his cock head around my loosened hole. All thought of the condom’s I had tucked into my towel were gone, despite the fact that they now lay with my towel on the floor, I wanted his cock and I wanted it as soon as possible. I began to rock back against him again, trying to get his thick cock head to slip inside of me as he rubbed it up and down my crack teasing my hole. After a moment I was successful and I felt his cock head first catch slightly on my hole and then begin to push inside. His cock was still significantly larger then his three fingers and as Henry pressed it harder and harder onto my hole I began to panic that I wasn’t going to be able to take his spit-lubed cock. Then just as I was about to say something my hole gave and his thick mushroom head and the first few inches of his cock sank into my ass. I almost screamed, but Henry wrapped his arms around me and held me close and he slowly slid the rest of his cock inside of me. It seemed to take forever but eventually I felt Henry’s balls bounce lightly against mine and his thick, dense pubes tickle my ass cheeks. I had thought that I had felt heat in my hole before with just his tongue but now I felt fire, a fire of lust. Despite the slight pain and uncomfortable stretching that was happening to my guts I never wanted Henry to take his cock out of me again, that was until he started to deep fuck me. He very slowly withdrew his dick till only just the head remained inside of me and then equally as slowly he would sink back in to the hilt. As I adjusted to the new sensations of being fucked and my ass blossomed around his cock, my ass lips clinging to his shaft each time as he withdrew, Henry began to pick up the pace. I moaned loudly as he began to fuck me in earnest, each time he slammed his cock in me causing me to whimper like a whore. Once more Henry hugged me close to him as he slick his dick in and out of my hole, but this time he pulled me upright as well and then suddenly flipped us both so that he was laying on his back and I was sitting stride him with his cock still firmly stuffed up my ass. I was now facing the open door as I desperately bounced myself up and down on Henry’s cock. I felt his hands on my hips guiding my frantic rocking and I closed my eyes giving into the sensations completely. Not thirty minutes ago the most I had ever done was kiss a guy and now I was riding a massive daddy cock, raw, in a bathhouse and loving every single second of it. “Turn and face me,” Henry instructed, and I impaled myself to the hilt on his cock and spun around like his dick was a carousel pivot point. Henry bucked his cock up into me and pulled me down for a kiss. Sweat dripped off of both of us and Henry had begun to emit a pungent musk that made my head swim. He just smelled so manly in that moment. Like a hunky hairy construction worker who had been working in the sun all day, it was a smell that only a true man could make and it made my 18 year old brain spin. “I’m going to cum soon boy.” “Don’t stop,” I practically screamed. “Do you want me to pull out?” Take his cock out of my ass? Never, I needed that cock to stay inside me, “Don’t stop fucking me!” “Ok boy,” and Henry started to buck harder, and then with a quick shift of his weight he flipped us again so that I was on my back with my legs wrapped around his torso and him still pounding away at me. The sweat dripped from his face and chest landing on me. There was no pain now, only joy, my hole had opened completely and was now taking cock like a bottom boy’s hole should. “I know you were gonna have a sweet hole when I saw you walking around but damn it’s all the better for being a cherry hole too. And now I’m gonna blow my load deep inside of you. You read for that boy? You read for my load?” “Yes, cum inside of me. Fuck your load into me.” “Here’s the first load of your life boy,” and with that Henry slammed in balls deep and kept his cock pressed into my hole as far as he could while his dick twitched and shot a huge load of cum inside my hole. I felt shot after shot of hot liquid flying into my hole and I was filled with an entirely new sort of warmth by it. That was too much for me, and despite not touching my cock at all sense Henry had began playing with my ass I shot the biggest load of my life all over both or our chests where it mixed with our sweat. After a long while Henry’s cock began to soften and he let his dick slip from my loose and now gaping hole. “How was that kid?” “Amazing. I’ve never cum like that before.” He kissed me and my cock began to get stiff between us again. “Damn boy, I would have thought that after getting fucked for the first time you would have been done in.” “Actually I’m hornier then I was when I got here.” “Well shit boy. You wanna try getting fucked by some other guys?” I hesitated for a moment pondering his offer, but the feeling of Henry’s cum leaking out of my gaping hole made my mind up for me. “Yes.” “Well then let’s go find something to challenge that talented hole of yours.”

Are you someone who reads people’s bio on Grindr (or any other app) or do you skip it entirely and go straight to sending them a message? I’ve noticed that a lot of people don’t read the bios. Why is that? I find it frustrating sometimes when guys ask me questions that I have clearly written on my bio. To me, it shows a lack of care and attention to detail. I like to read other people’s bio (when there is one) because, A, the way they write gives you clues about their personality, and B, provides starting conversational topics.

My bottom friend just left my place after 5 hours of the best sex of my life. Bisexual guy here 38 y/o first time writing on the site 🙋‍♂️🙂 Since meeting my friend.. who is a total cumpig bottom(didn't realize his level of sluttiness to begin with) and the first time with him I was cheating on my gf. The condom was being a nuisance, so I pulled it off😅 now im sure you guys can all guess.. I was hooked on raw fucking. I know it's bad to have dirty unprotected sex behind the gfs back.. but man it was so fucking hot I couldn't have cared less or ever did again. I'm now single anyway so no worries. I keep talking about going on prep but my excuse is I hardly ever bottom 🤷‍♂️ solid logic right? 😅😉 I love the dirty unknown I think. Every time he comes over I dump a load in him and send him on his way. Except tonight we had time to really enjoy each other. He had been gone on holidays in Mexico getting bred by every dick he could find. He had just arrived home lastnight so I kinda feel like I've been smashing my dick into a puddle of unknown Mexican seed all night 💦🤤🤤😋💦when he texted I happened to have just dropped a hit and a half of pretty good acid I bought on saltspring island last year, so by the time he got here I was fucked up and hard as a rock. He literally just left. And I'm wondering how long I can go before I need to push the envelope once again. Fuck I love this shit! And I love this site. Thank u to all you hot ass barebackers for your support 😜😈🍆💦

Les jeux sont faits. Alex is going to initiate Max this evening so I don't feel it will be a problem later on for Liam, Alex and Max to get together. It's clear that Max really likes Liam and both he and Alex owe him a huge debt of gratitude for bringing them back together. We know how Liam feels about Alex but will be be able to get physical with Max in the mix. It was clear that Nick has a thing for Tom. Will the age difference be a deal breaker? Somehow I don't think so 🙂

Definitely needs to be more guys like you! I'll need to visit you next time I'm down that way!

Condoms hurt so gave up on them plus as I discovered they really spoilt a good fuck

I wonder if hypocrisy is too strong for it. I suspect for many guys the brain always says safer sex is the way ahead. Of course, by the time you are naked and about to screw it is not the head that is doing the thinking, and the dick definitely prefers to be raw.

Steamworks Toronto is reopening on Feb. 21st, running 24/7, at 25% capacity. Fellow sexpigs, at least this is a start! You'll need your QR code handy. Masks to be worn in the common areas. Open mouths and asses everywhere else! Lots of seed to be shared!

Everyone will do anything for the right person. If I’m on a “hookup site,” show me your ass, and we decide if we’re fucking first. We can talk about that other stuff after. But I’m not playing the pretend not to fuck game so you can waste my time. I can write a mini novel about these “too holy too fuck” guys. More often than not, they are fucking and just don’t want to feel like whore or they’re stalling.

Blown to Shore I hadn’t been home for some years, and was surprised to see how little had changed from my school days living by the lake. Mom was selling the house, and invited me to spend one last weekend in the home I grew up in, to help her pack and for me to spend some time with my memories. I grew up on the outskirts of Toronto, and although it is completely developed now, at the time it was very rural and wild. Beachgrove Beach was virtually inaccessible, as it’s only entry was by crossing the railroad trestle over the river to the east of Beachgrove Road. I spent most of my youth, buck naked, frolicking on that beach. Waking up at the crack of dawn Saturday morning, I crept out of bed so as not to wake anyone else in the house. It was 6 A.M. and there was nothing to do, without waking Mom and my brother and sister. I sat in bed and remembered what I would have done at this hour when I was in school, and rifled my old clothes in the closet to find some jogging shorts and shoes. Off I went, a flashback to five years earlier, in Addidas side split shorts, high school t-shirt and my old runners. It was glorious, and I ran about four miles, making my way down to the river bed of the Highland Creek and along the footpaths to the water filtration plant at the delta of the river. I hiked up to the railway and gingerly danced from railroad tie to rail as I made my way across the trestle. Nothing had changed, and I hurtled down the bluffs to my deserted beach. It was a perfect spring morning, and by now the sun had risen high enough to heat my sweat covered skin. I jogged up the beach, stripped off my clothes and strode naked out onto the sand bar. Silhouetted against the rising sun, a cabin cruiser on the horizon was headed west towards Toronto and was the only ripple in the glass-surfaced water. I dove into the lake at the tip of the sand bar and swam in a long slow arc out into the lake and back towards shore. Rolling over onto my back and taking in the sky and sun, I was surprised to see the motor launch approaching. I continued to tread water, paying not too much attention and was considering heading for shore when a young guy on the bow of the yacht called out to me. They had closed the distance between us very rapidly, by either speed or parallax, and I hadn’t anticipated meeting anybody on or near the water while nude. I continued to tread water as the boat neared, and with the sun behind the prow I could now see the man hailing me from the yacht. He was young, tanned and in great shape (judging form his silhouette). The engine cut out and the boat drifted the last twenty feet to where I was swimming. “Hey there,” shouted the man, “Where are we?” he continued. “You're in West Hill,” I said pointing to the river delta, “that’s the Highland Creek.” The young man smiled, eyeing me in the water, and was quickly joined by another slightly older man, who was obviously skippering the boat. The two were a study in contrasts: the younger was blonde and blue eyed with a smooth fit body clad in swimming shorts and Sperry top-siders. The elder man, looked about thirty to me, and was darkly handsome. His body was cut, at a time when that level of definition was rare. Black or dark brown hair framed a chiseled jaw atop a muscular but lean body. He wore a Speedo bathing suit and had a neckless of leather braid dangling between rock hard pecs. They both stood on the bow of the boat and engaged me in conversation. “Did I live near the beach, how old was I etc.” I thought they would never leave and I was beginning to tire, as the blonde, on cue from his partner, went about dropping the anchor. The boat swung about in the current and the men traversed the gunnels to the aft of the boat and stepped out onto the swim platform. Kneeling down they cast their eyes on me, as I took hold of the ladder and rested my legs and arms. The elder of the two held out his arm and motioned for me to come aboard. I panicked, I was stark naked, and began to protest when the younger of the two laughed: “We know your skinny dipping, we saw you strip off on the beach.” He held up his binoculars, as if to prove I had nothing to hide. I smiled, swallowed my pride and accepted the dark haired man’s hand. I was lifted immediately out of the water with one great pull, and found myself pressed against his near naked body. Electricity coursed through my veins at the mere touch of him, and pressed against the bulge in his Speedos and wrapped in his strong arms I almost melted. The blonde offered me a towel to dry off with and I slipped over the railing onto the aft deck of the boat. I learned she was a thirty-four foot Pacemaker with twin diesel engines and capacity to sleep six. The guys poured me a coffee and added a slug of brandy to warm me. The coffee was nice, but the brandy hit me like a ton of bricks. I had just run three or four miles, and swam for half an hour on an empty stomach, and my head was reeling in a matter of minutes. I asked to use the head, and was directed into the main cabin, down a few steps to where the blonde was in the kitchen. I rose to my feet, took a few steps down the short ladder and found myself face to face with the blonde boys smiling visage. He was a total beauty, flawless skin, crystal blue eyes, and a gleaming smile. I stopped to take him in and a stirring in my loins revisited my encounter with the dark haired man a moment ago. I felt a presence behind me, and turned my neck to see the dark haired man coming down the steps and alighting, pressed again against my body. He smiled a Pepsodent smile, and put his hand on my shoulder. The blonde reached out and put his hand on my crotch. My towel hit the floor as the blonde yanked it away, and kissed me deeply on the lips. I felt the dark haired man kiss the back of my neck, then between my shoulder blades and down my spine. His tongue crept between the cheeks of my ass and darted ever deeper, sending shivers of delight and discovery throughout my body. I could barely utter a gasp, though, as the blonde was tonguing my throat and pulling now on my stiffening cock. Finally, breaking free from the blonde's french kiss, I gasped for air and was speechless to protest. His eyes widened when he looked down at my eight-inch cock, sprung and bursting with pre cum. He knelt down in front of me, and without a word took the entirety of my manhood into his mouth and deep throated me for the first time. I was pinned between being engulfed by the blonde and penetrated by the brunette's tongue, and I was loving every minute of it. It took no time at all, before the familiar stirring of my balls warned of an eminent ejaculation and I called out to the blonde boy that I was going to blow. He clamped his hands on my hips and sank my cock ever deeper into his throat, swallowing every drop of my juice as I bucked and yelled a gutteral growl. I was spent but still experiencing things that had never been thought of before. I bent at the waist to force my cock from the blonde’s adoring mouth. I had no idea what I was inviting with that move. In attempting to free my overly sensitive cock from the continued and agonizing tickle of the blondes tongue, I inadvertently spread my cheeks wider and bared my virgin hole to the attention of the brunette. He rose immediately and, having doffed his speedo while I was occupied with the blonde, slid his cock silently into my ass. I was stunned by the assault. It hurt, like nothing I had ever felt before, but I couldn’t protest before he had slammed all the way into me and held me in a vice like grip. The blonde held me down in front in a passionate embrace, and the brunette was pinning my hips to his pelvic bone. I looked down into the blondes eyes, tears welling up in mine from the pain of this monster cock in my ass. He smiled and whispered: “Relax, you’ll love it,” and rose to kiss me deeply again. The brunette slowly pulled out of my ass, leaving his cock head inserted into me. He swayed back and forth and then slowly drove back into me. With his free hands, he removed his leather neckless and handing it to his buddy, all the time quickening his pace as he plowed his cock in and out of my once virgin hole. The blonde, reached out and grabbed my stiffening cock and tightened a makeshift cockring around my balls and cock, and I realized suddenly that I was experiencing some of the most intense feelings I had ever experienced. The brunette had led me to the kitchen table and layed me across it. He abaondoned any pretence of gentility now, and proceeded to grunt and thrust like a stallion while he aggressively fucked my ass. I felt the swelling in his member as he leaned back, thrust all the way into me once more and released a stream of hot cum inside me. He collapsed on my sweat covered back, and pulled his shrinking member from my hole. It felt like I was having a bowel movement and I was filled with conflicting emotions as he popped from my sphincter. I was able to relax my ass and recover from the pounding but I missed the sensation of being possessed. I also missed the sensation of his hard cock massaging my prostate, and my rock hard cock and purple swollen balls were in need of a release. The blonde was now pulling off his shorts and knelt in front of me, offering me his gorgeous ass. I needed no instruction as I aligned my pole with his hairless opening. He must have been lubed already, as I slipped into his ass like it was a supple glove and begin to ride him. I seemed to have fucked him for hours and was covered with sweat, from the heat of the action and being in the enclosed space of the cabin. The brunette still behind me, reached around and with a quick pull released the leather binding around my cock and balls. I blew like I had never come before, in a great huge and overwhelming orgasm. Pulling from the blonde’s ass, I continued to pump a steady stream of milk onto his back and ass, finally collapsing onto him in a heap. I was now covered with sweat and cum, both mine and the brunette's trickling out of my hole. I rolled off the blonde’s back, and stood on unsteady legs to gaze at the handsome men in front of me…. "Let’s all go for a dip", said the blonde and still erect we all dove off the boat. I swam to shore about an hour later, but not before I sucked off both of them and let them each have a go at my well-oiled hole. When mom asked me later in the morning if I had any memories I wanted to pack up to take home, I smiled knowing that the best memory was just created.

Well .... I started fucking guys before hiv came along, so raw was the way every guy fucked. There wasn't really a specific term for "bareback" sex, since that was what every guy who had sex did. There were a few guys that had "fetishized" condoms (or "rubbers", as they were known then), but there were very few guys into that. Every guy who fucked, fucked raw ... it was totally normal. Yes, there were the usual "bugs" that got passed around, but nothing like hiv. Guys that didn't live through those years may have a difficult time understanding how rampant the fear was, when no one knew the "how's and why's" of transmission at first, but we all knew it was passed via sex. Of course, the answers to the "h's & w's" came relatively quickly, but the reaction to the fear of dying a truly horrific death remained for years.

Impregnating him!

What gets me going best as a cocksucker and a bottom is the sounds of other people around, especially if it's an understall scene at a public restroom. Hearing guys come in the room, use the facilities, etc., all around me while I'm sucking cock is simply amazing. It's wonderful knowing that there are so many people around while I'm being a total cum gobbling slut. The remind that I'm being sexually indecent in a public place is lovely.

I like cums very much independently of the man it belongs to including myself. My favourite to clean it up from the top’s chest after I covered riding on him. Or kissing with it after I cum into my partner’s mouth

Chapter 5 - The Hook Up Brian had never shivered like this before. Sure, growing up in a skinny kid in New England, he was used to feeling cold in the winter. But it wasn’t the cold making his teeth chatter as he drove his crappy old Grand Cherokee down a perfectly normal suburban side street at 1am. He was nervous. Probably excited too, but mostly nervous. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get fucked, especially by Adam, the hot older poz guy he met in a chat room. But nonetheless, he brought his Jeep to a stop outside the address Adam had sent, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He hesitated a bit as he moved to get out of the car. He could literally feel his body shaking. “I don’t know if I should do this” ran through his head on repeat. He knew he wanted to, but he had always been a straight-laced kid who never got in to trouble. This, this was trouble. He wasn’t used to being in this situation. But tonight, he was horny out of his mind and still a little bit depressed by his bad day, so he slid out the drivers seat, locked the car, and walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and his heart stopped. He felt like he wanted to run away, but he didn’t. Soon enough, the door opened to a smiling Adam, grinning ear to ear as he took in this tight little twink standing on his front porch. “Hi Brian” he said cheerfully. Brian froze for a second, and his voice cracked a bit as he replied “Hi, Adam?”. Adam laughed and said “yeah, that’s me, ready to come inside?”. Without saying anything else, Brian walked through the treshold in to Adam’s living room. There was nothing abnormal about Adam’s house. It was just about the most typical suburban living room and kitchen he’d seen in a while, everything was neat and tidy, nothing out of place. All the lights were on, the TV was muted but he could see it was tuned to Colbert, and there was a bottle of Absolut adorning the kitchen island along with two glasses. Brian didn’t know where to go. Was he supposed to sit down or wait to be instructed? Adam closed the door and could tell how nervous Brian was, and it made the scene even more exciting for him. Adam had had men over plenty of times, and even a few younger guys, but never anyone like Brian. He’d never had a virgin, a high schooler, or anyone so slim and sexy before. He was a leg guy, and he marveled at Brian’s calfs as he walked past, not so skinny they could be mistaken for table legs, but rather thin and defined, showing his muscles working with every step. The back of his shirt pierced by shoulder blades as he stood upright in a way that either muscle or fat wouldn’t have allowed. His brown hair flipping out over his ears. His cross country-built ass nicely filling out his shorts, just big enough to stop him from being mistaken for a lamp post. Adam knew he was still at risk of scaring Brian away, so he decided to get right to making the young twink feel sexy and comfortable. He walked up behing him and placed his hands on Brian’s upper arms, giving him a little squeeze, leaning his body in close but not touching, and whispering in his ear “You are beautiful”. With that Brian’s cock jumped and his heart fluttered. He was being touched by a gay man and told he was beautiful, and it made him feel amazing. He lifted his right hand up and placed it on Adam’s, still grasping his bicep, and turned his head to the side and replied “I’m so ready for this”. Adam took Brian’s hand and brought him over to the couch, pulling him down with him as he fell into sitting position. He put his knee up on the couch and turned to look at the young man next to him “Thanks for coming Brian, I wasn’t sure you would.” “I wasn’t sure I would either. I still can’t believe I’m here. God, I’m sorry, I must seem like a…” “Stop it, you’re nervous, that’s okay, but you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want this.” With that, he leaned in and put his hands on either side of Brian’s face, his thumbs stroking Brian’s thin cheeks, and pulled him in to a kiss. Brian was stunned still. This was his first kiss, and it was a 52 year old man, not a teenage girl. He closed his eyes and instinctively kissed back. He wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but Adam wasn’t correcting him, and soon enough the two of them were making out passionately on the couch. Adam pulled back and looked into Brian’seyes with a look that was saying unmistakably “how’d you like that?” Brian said quietly “that was amazing”. “Are you ready?”, Adam replied, and Brian shook his head as his eyes widened and a smile started to finally make it’s way across his face, his nerves quickly being turned into excitement and lust. Adam swooped one arm under Brian’s upper legs and put the other around his back and scooped him up off the couch. This wasn’t hard, as Adam probably had 80 pounds on him, and way more muscle. Brian’s eyes remained wide open but he didn’t say a word as Adam carried him out of the living room, down the hall, and into his bedroom. He sat Brian down on the side of bed and bent down at the knees, beginning to feel the boy up. He raised one hand, sliding it under Brian’s shirt and felt his soft, smooth stomach and chest, and with the other wrapped his hand around Brian’s calf, feeling his strong legs and working his way up under his shorts. He could only find a rare trace of fat on this boy, and while his muscles were small, they were hard and noticeable. Adam’s cock quickly swelled in his pants as he was getting turned on by Brian’s youth and still growing body, not to mention his innocence. Adam stood up as Brian reclined back on the bed, arms up, enjoying being felt all over. He felt like he was being worshipped; nobody had ever touched him like this before. Adam took his shirt and started pulling up, and Brian put his arms up and allowed himself to be undressed. With his shirt off, Adam got a good look at Brian’s thin pale white body and let out an instinctual “mmm”, which made Brian smile. Next, Adam unbuckled Brian’s belt and undid the clasp of his shorts. As he started pulling down the zipper, he could make out the outline of the teenager’s cock swelling underneath, and he couldn’t wait to see it for himself. He curled his fingers under the waistband of Brian’s shorts and boxers and pulled them down, releasing Brian’s swelling 7.5in cock, just as he had promised. It was still getting hard, but Adam could see it growing before him. Brian shuttered noticeably as Adam picked up his cock from where it had come to rest on his upper leg and held it in his hand for a moment, giving it the slightest jerk. Brian had never felt anyone touch his cock before, and it was blowing his mind. He was sure the rest of the night was going to be fucking amazing. Without warning, Adam’s mouth was on Brian’s cock. Brian threw his head back and moaned as his dick experienced it’s first blowjob. The sucking didn’t last for too long, as Adam was restless to get to the main event, but he had succeeded in calming Brian down and driving his lust through the roof. There was no turning back for the eighteen year old now. He had let Adam blow him, and he wasn’t going to leave without getting fucked. Adam stood up and picked up Brian’s legs, removing his socks and sneakers, and sliding his shorts and boxers down and off. He stood back and marveled at the naked twink sitting on the edge of his bed. “Damn, you are sexy boy.” Brian beamed at the compliment, and instinctively grabbed his cock and started jerking a bit, getting off on being adored. “Alright, your turn”, Adam ordered. Brian didn’t need more explanation than that. He got off the bed and dropped to his knees, unzipped Adam’s jeans, and took the man’s cock in his hand, feeling just the second dick of his life. He paused a moment as he stared at the beauty of it and held it in his hand. Adam ran his hands through Brian’s hair and gently guided the boy’s mouth towards his cock, and that was enough of a push to get Brian to open his mouth and take it in. He wasn’t a great cocksucker yet, as Adam had expected, but something about the inexperienced sucking he was getting served to turn him on even more. He peeled his shirt off as his cock grew rock hard in Brian’s mouth, and as Brian went to pull off when it grew larger than he thought he could handle, Adam pushed his head back on to his tool, causing Brian to cough and gag. Some guys would have thrown a fit, but when Brian just went back to work, he was inadvertently letting Adam know how much he could push him. Adam reached down and pulled Brian up by his armpits, put his arms around him, grabbing his bony back and perky ass, and pulling him in for a kiss. He felt the small teen all over his back, arms, feeling his hair, and moving around to feel up his smooth stomach and chest once more. As their mouths parted, Adam directed Brian “Alright, get in bed bud”. He swiftly removed what was left of his clothes as Brian hopped up on the bed and asked “uh, how?”. “Just lay down on your back baby.” Brian sprawled out on the queen bed, head on Adam’s pillows like he could be going to sleep, his hard cock standing at attention. Adam crawled in to bed and on top of Brian. “Are you ready?” “God, yes” “Tell me what you want” “Fuck me. Take my virginity. Please!” “And…” “…I want your poz dick Adam” “That’s right boy, it’s time.” Adam grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand and lathered some on his cock before picking up Brian’s legs, placing them on his shoulders, and exposing his hole. Rubbing the lube in to Brian’s smooth ass made him shudder again, feeling that this was really it. Now, a lot of guys would have fingered the virgin hole, or ate it out, but Brian hadn’t asked him to, so Adam decided that he was going to skip all of that. It might hurt more, but he knew he had him, and he knew that making it hurt would only help Brian receive his virginity gift. After finishing up with the lube, Adam let Brian’s legs off his shoulders and scooted up close to the boy’s ass. Brian wrapped his legs around Adam’s body and stared at him, heart pounding, puppy dog eyes glistening, waiting. Adam lined up his cockhead with Brian’s hole and asked “Are you ready Brian?” “Fuck me” Brian wiggled his ass a bit, and Adam didn’t need any more invitation. He pushed his hard 8 inch cock against Brian’s never-before-opened hole, which put up a good fight, but Adam just kept up his slow but steady thrust and began to open Brian up. He gave it some force and broke open Brian’s hole, sliding his cockhead in as Brian almost screamed in a mix of pain and ecstasy. That didn’t dissuade Adam at all, as he continued to push in, opening up Brian’s hole by force as he got his cock deeper in deeper inside the eighteen year old’s body. “It hurts” Brian whimpered. Adam didn’t offer to stop, only letting the boy know that “I know, but it’ll feel good once you get used to it.” Adam kept pushing in until he had fully popped Brian’s cherry and eventually had his full 8 inches inside the virgin hole, as tight as anything his cock had ever been in. He stayed still for a moment, giving the twink a quick chance to catch his breath and for his ass to adjust to his cock. Brian’s whole body felt strained as he grasped the bedsheets and prayed for it to start feeling good. But despite the pain, he had never been more turned on, and more proud of himself. He was doing it, he was using his body, he was getting fucked. It hurt, but he was so into it he didn’t care. Then, he felt Adam begin to slide his cock back out, almost all the way, before he quickly thrust back in balls deep. Brian yelped and cried out as the real fucking began. Adam wasted no time transitioning into pounding this boy hard, sliding out and slamming back in, slowly at first before picking up the pace considerably. Slowly but surely, Brian’s pain began to subside a bit, allowing him a mix of pleasure and pressure that drove him wild. He grabbed his cock and began jerking hurriedly, before Adam grabbed his arm and pinned it to the bed beside him. “Wouldn’t want you blowing that load yet boy”. Adam shifted around as he continued to destroy his ass. He held Brian from underneath, then placed one arm on his abdoment, which hurt him but he didn’t say anything, and later even placed his hands around the boy’s thin neck at one point. Adam was really getting into it and the forces of his thrusts sent his headboard slamming in to the wall. Brian was thankful he was at Adam’s house, cause he felt like the whole neighborhood could probably hear what was happening in that bedroom. Brian couldn’t believe Adam lasted so long, as he knew he probably would have cum almost instantly. But Adam was relentless pounding his twink ass for what seemed like hours, and he was loving it. Eventually Adam slowed down a bit and bent down to kiss Brian and bring their bodies closer together as he continued to fuck him. Then, broke away and looked down at the 18 year old bottom in his bed with a big grin, and said “There’s something I didn’t mention… I’m not on meds.” Brian wasn’t 100% sure what that meant, but he froze for a second in between grunts nontheless. “You were right when you said it would be unlikely that you’d get charged if I were on meds, but I’m not, and my load is going to be toxic as all hell. And given how much I’ve torn up your ass, you’re going to leave here a little poz boy” “What, no!!!” Brian reacted on instinct and tried pushing Adam off of him, but it was no use. “Haha, you think I would’ve told you that if I was going to let you stop now?” “Please, don’t cum in me.” “I thought you wanted my poz cum.” “I did but you fucking didn’t tell me I’d catch it you fucker!” “Come on boy, you know you want it”. Adam didn’t stop pounding Brian’s ass through all of this, even starting to slam harder again. Brian felt like he was about to cry in anger and confusion, and it took everything he had to stop himself. He tried squirming away, pushing Adam off, but nothing was going to work, and he knew it. He was going to be taking Adam’s toxic seed whether he liked it or not. “That’s right Brian, I’m going to poz you. I’ve been wrecking your tight virgin hole with my big cock and as soon as I blow my load my toxic cum is going to fill you up and get in your blood stream, and then, well you know what happens then.” “FUCK YOU!!”, Brian cried. “Maybe later boy” Adam chuckled, “come on, you know you want my poz cum. Tell me you want it baby. Tell me you want me to poz you. I know you do. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. Tell me Brian!” Brian hesitated, looking Adam in the eyes with scorn for a moment before relenting and exhaling “Poz me.” “YESS thats what I want to hear” Adam’s thrusting hit its peak as he felt his power trip escalating. Brian couldn’t deny it any more- he was scared, but he was so turned on. He wasn’t even mad at Adam in that moment. He was right, he had put himself in this position and he had read enough storied about just this and blew giant loads to all of them. On some level, he wanted this, and he decided in a split second to let that desire drive him. “Fine fucking do it fucking poz me” Brian whimpered, “just fucking destroy my ass and make me a dirty 18 year old poz whore, fucking do it!” That was enough to push Adam over the edge. He was ready to change this boy forever. He propped himself up with his left arm and wrapped his right arm around Brian’s upper body, pulling him in closer, looking him in the eye as he said “here it comes!”. With that, Brian could feel Adam’s body shudder this time as he exploded his pent up load of toxic cum in the high schooler’s no longer virgin ass. Brian could feel the ropes of cum bursting in to him as Adam growled, his entire body pushing against Brian’s lean frame to get his cum as deep in the boy’s hole as possible. Brian grabbed his cock and barely needed to jerk it twice before he exploded his own load all over himself. Adam collapsed on top of Brian, feeling his cum in between them. He held his cock inside his hole, not wanting any to leak out before it had to. Brian lay motionless, processing what had just happened to him. After a few moments of silence, Brian wrapped his arms and legs around Adam, pulling himself back on to his cock as much as possible, and whispered into Adam’s ear “thank you.”

Chapter 4 - Breeding Zone Brian quickly closed his laptop. He was stunned. Sitting naked on his bed with his hard dick in his hand, he felt like his heart had dropped out of his body for an instant. He had been simultaneously so excited, aroused, and nervous about the prospect of hooking up that his heart was pounding. That quickly gave way to a mix of confusion, disappointment, and a faint hint of lust that he didn’t quite understand. Even with his laptop closed, Brian found himself continuing to stroke his cock, now lying in his bed in the dark. He couldn’t stop himself from going where his horny mind seemed determined to take him, and he began to imagine Adam’s mature, experienced body on top of him, his cock pushing on his virgin asshole, awaiting an invitation to enter. Brian allowed the vision to continue, imagining his ass being opened for the first time as Adam’s cock slid inside of him. He wouldn’t admit to himself that Adam being HIV-positive was somehow making the scene even more erotic, but he recognized, at some level, that there was something different going on in his mind now. The fictional Adam only had to slide his cock balls deep in to his ass once for Brian to lose it and spray a huge burst of cum all over his smooth chest. He flinched as some made it all the way up to his cheek. He took a deep breath as he let his cock fall and rest against his stomach. Brian had trouble getting to sleep that night. His emotions were all over the place. It was clear now that he wanted sex… real sex. This was the closest he had ever come; actually talking to someone who lived close by, beginning to make plans. It was a big step for him. He felt scared and liberated; disappointed that Adam was poz, but also disappointed he couldn’t have him. At least he was sure now that he had to make this happen. He had to find a man and lose his virginity, soon. That night, though, he eventually got to sleep. The fog in his mind continued for the next couple of days. He was in a mood that he couldn’t pinpoint. Frustrated, annoyed, mad at everyone, quick to snipe at his friends at school. It was pretty normal teenage behavior really, but the cause of it wasn’t. Eventually, a couple nights later, Brian again found himself in his dark bedroom with his laptop open to a private browser, ready to rub out another load before trying to fall asleep. He opened Google and found himself typing the first thing that crossed his mind, before he had a chance to contemplate it too much: “getting fucked by a poz guy”. That was the beginning of a wormhole that would consume Brian for a week. He read about HIV, treatments and prevention, chances of transmission. The whole nine yards of “educational” information. But he also found some things on the internet he didn’t expect. He encountered the word “bug-chaser” for the first time, and learned that there were actually guys who intentionally got themselves infected. He stumbled on to some homemade porn videos where guys were actually moaning “fuck me with your poz dick” as they were getting fucked bareback. Brian was confused, but he was hard the whole time. Then, he came across Breeding Zone. He was nervous about even being on the site, let alone jerking off to it. But he couldn’t stop. Over the next few nights, he spent hours reading. At first, it was the pozzing stories in the backroom. Then, he read the threads of guys recounting their recent adventures. His dick wasn’t soft for a moment of it. He could feel the nerves that wouldn’t go away, but those nerves also made it the most erotic jerking off he’d ever done. He blew some of the biggest loads of his life when he’d finish reading a story about a daddy stealthing a college boy or a chaser begging to get knocked up. He couldn’t quite understand why this made him so horny, but there was no denying how it was making him feel. On Friday, when Brian got home from school, he was feeling even more pissed off and dejected than he had been these past few weeks. He had failed a big chemistry test. Studying had been harder as of late, he was too distracted all the time. The red “F” on the page was not something Brian had seen many times in his life, and his anxiety sent him spiraling. What if this sunk his chance of getting in to his dream school? Was he not as smart as he thought he was? It was the definition of an overeaction, but it had him shaken. Luckily, he had the house to himself, as the family was away at a band competition that weekend. His little brother was competing, but Brian had stayed home to not miss school. Feeling rebellious, he snuck a couple shots of vodka from the liquor shelf and headed to bed early, fully intending to take his time with a nice long jerking session. After the shots started kicking in, giving him a slight buzz, he was feeling angry and impulsive, and he picked up his phone. He found Adam’s number and quickly wrote out a text “Hey Adam it’s Brian, we chatted a couple weeks ago. Sorry I left abruptly. Still interested in meeting up?” Before he could think better of it, he hit sent. And to his surprise, he didn’t regret it. He was feaaling a little uneasy still, but he genuinely did hope Adam would respond, even if he thought it was unlikely. An hour later, he got a reply: “Hey man. Figured I scared you off.” “Yeah, kind of. But I’m back.” “And you still want to hook up?” “Yes” “You sure?” “Very sure” “Feels like you freaked when I told you I’m poz” “I did, but I’m back. I want your poz cock Adam” Brian couldn’t believe he had written that, let alone sent it. It was cathartic. It was basically the biggest FU he could give to his life at the moment, and he was all for it. “FUCK boy, I hope you mean that.” “I do.” “What changed your mind?” “Read a bunch of stuff online. Figured out its unlikely to transmit these days with meds and even if it does its not a death sentence.” “That’s true” “Good, cause I’m not trying to get pozzed necessarily, I just really want to get fucked and now I think it would make it even hotter.” “Well then Brian, my cock’s waiting, when you want to come over?” “How about tonight?” “Really? Someone’s antsy haha. I’m home alone, want to join me?” “Yeah my parents are gone so I can stay as long as you want” “Perfect, we’ll see how it goes but I won’t be surprised if you’re in my arms when the sun rises.” “Fuck Adam, you say the hottest shit haha” “Alright, my address is 1 Main St. When will you be here?” “Give me an hour and I’ll be there” Brian sat on the edge of his bed for what seemed like a year, but it was only about five minutes. He still wasn’t sure about this. He was horny and desparate, but this felt crazy. Driving to an older man’s house that you don’t know to let him fuck you? Plus he’s poz!? But, he was 18, and his teenage cock was hardening even as he questioned the wisdom of what he was about to do. Then, he took a deep breath, decided to stop thinking, hopped off his bed, and went to his closet. He pulled his trusty tan cargo shorts up over his dark blue boxers, threw on a faded red Coke graphic tee, put on his no-show socks and laced up his gray and orange Nike running shoes. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and his phone, and headed out, looking like any other nondescript skinny straight boy. He didn’t know how to live gay yet, but he was about to take a big first step.

Part 8, As I walked down the path toward the woodshed, I thought back on my day. It was the best day of my life. It was my 18th birthday, I was finally starting my senior year in high school. I had never thought I would get this far after being held back a couple years ago, but I was finally a senior. Then, Wow, I can’t believe it, I had received that unbelievable letter from the State University telling me that they were giving me a scholarship to play hockey and be on their track and field team. And if that wasn’t enough, to top it all off, the man down the street I always looked up to, Mr. C, gave me a job at one of his pizza places to make sure I had some spending money when I went away at school next fall. I had a huge smile on my face as I realized, this was the best day ever. As I got to the swimming pool, it looked like something out of a magazine. I thought man, this is the life. Because I was gawking at the pool and grounds and I think those celebration drinks were making me feel funny, I was not paying much attention to where I was going and ran into a hammock hanging by the pool. The sounds of the chains rattling made a loud noise so I grabbed them to quiet it down. I realized it was very similar to the one Mr. C had in his rec room back at his house. But focus Lukas, don’t screw this up.... prove your dad wrong, you are not stupid and dumb. I could see a red light back further back, so I continued on my way. The trail snaked between these beautiful gardens, as I got closer and closer to the light on the woodshed. Finally, I was on the porch of the woodshed, I was feeling really funny by then, but I remembered what Mr. Ali had said, so I knocked once firmly, I opened the door and walked in. The room was pitch black inside and had a pretty strong scent of cigar in the air so although I couldn’t really see anything I gathered that I was in the right place. With confidence, I knew what to do so I said, ‘Sir, I have your present here and please take my cherry pie’. I heard the deep voice of Mr. Terry say, ‘you look great with that red halo of light coming in from the doorway, you are a very good pup, now close the door and take two steps forward’. I wondered how he knew my nickname was pup? I didn’t remember telling him that earlier, but I guess I was distracted when he noticed my hard on. I then saw a strange reddish glow. It looked like a glowing cherry a few feet in front of me. It would get sort of brighter and then got dim again. I heard him say, ‘set the brown paper bag and the pie on the table right there’. I felt in front of me and sure enough, there was a table. There was a noise from a chair sliding a little and the glow of the cherry colored light got brighter again and raised up. It was then, I realized Mr. Terry stood up and I heard his boots clomp on the floor, as he got closer to me. Soon I heard him exhale and a strong blast of cigar smoke blew into my face. My parents were totally opposed to smoking so not being used to being around smoke, and I coughed a couple times. It really smelled, but I didn’t want to be rude, so I didn’t say anything. The glow got closer and closer and It dawned on me it was the glow from his cigar. Similar to before, my cock twitched a little bit and again and I thought, that is so strange. The room was so quiet, that I again heard him exhale and smelled another blast of cigar smoke. I was more prepared this time and I didn’t cough. I then heard him say, ‘good pup, that’s progress’. By the way, he said pro-gress, I could tell he was Canadian. I got the courage and said ‘Sir, how did you know my nickname was pup’? His eyes must have been more accustom to the darkness but with the glow of his cigar I could see him reach down and pick up the brown paper bag off the table. I could hear the crinkle of the bag as he opened it and he reached inside and he said, ‘perfect they are still very cold’. I suddenly heard a noise over in the corner of the room and Mr. Terry set the bag back down on the table. I heard more footsteps and realized a second person was in the woodshed. The other person startled me and thought, oh I probably better get back up to the house and see if Mr. Ali was done with me, oh shit, Mr. C. Is still in his pickup truck. I gotta get moving. I felt Mr. Terry reach out and put his hand on my hand and he started to guide me around the table. Wait, this is away from the door. I could see the outline of his face as he puffed in on the cigar and cherry glow showed his rugged features. He stopped, turned toward me and exhaled directly into my face. I didn’t cough and actually breathed a little of it in. Fuck, my cock got hard and I could tell by the coldness of my wet spot on my thigh that my cock expanded and was fully erect again. I heard the person behind me moving again and I heard the deadbolt lock turn on the door that I entered. Suddenly the other person was right behind me, I got the sense that he was also really tall and I just sensed he was also a big dude. Mr. Terry held me firm, turned me around. I think I was facing back toward the door I entered and just then....there was a bright flash of light and only about two feet in front of my face I clearly saw a little brown bottle. All of a sudden, it came rushing back to me. I saw Dr. Brad and a flash back, my mind went blank, and I just stood there. I heard a familiar voice, and it said, ‘Boy, who are you?’ Without thinking I said, ‘I am yours. I belong to the man with the bottle. Dr. Brad told me you would come and take me and make me his. Are you here for me Sir? Am I yours, Sir?’ ‘Yes son, I am here for you, you are finally mine’. ‘Wait, I know that voice, Mr. C?’ ‘Yes son, it is, but now you will call me daddy or Sir, do you understand son?’ I felt him gently take my hand and I said, ‘Yes Daddy, I do, thank you Sir.’ I then felt Mr. Terry behind me. I felt his chest pressing against my back and he something tight around my neck. It smelled like leather and I felt him fasten it tight around my neck. I heard Mr. Terry whisper, ‘nice and tight Tony, the collar fits perfectly, do you want the leash on your pup too?’ Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the hypnosis, but it is like I was dreaming. They were talking about me like I wasn’t really there. But, I heard my daddy say ‘yes’. With that, the leash clicked onto the collar and the two started to guide me by the leash and the hand back further into the darkness of the woodshed.

The ginger man left and closed the door behind him. Tom flopped over onto his back on the bed, his cock, already hard again, pointed up towards his stomach. Without really thinking about what I was doing I moved over and sat down on Tom’s beer can thick cock and began slowly riding him. “So I guess you want more then birthday boy,” Henry asked smiling. “I wanna take loads till my hole is comepletly full.” Somewhere in the back of my mind I once again shocked myself. Taking Henry’s cock had changed something in me and I needed to be fucked senseless. There was also a part of me that knew that after tonight it would be a long while before I would make it out of my parent’s house to get fucked so I had better take it while I could. “Well then,” said Tom, moving around behind me on the bed, “why don’t Tom and I get your new boycunt nice and stretched out and then take you to the sling room and tell them you’re open for business.” “That sounds amazing,” I replied. “I knew you were gonna be fun when I saw you.” Tom grabbed my by the hips and pushed me down on his cock, and Henry started to press his cock head against my already filled hole. “What are you doing!” I almost screamed. “Just relax birthday boy, you’ll love it.” I took a deep breath and Henry dribbled a big glob of spit onto his cock as he increased the pressure. Slowly I could feel my hole giving way and opening up for his cock. Then suddenly my hole gave way and Henry sank balls deep into my ass, his cock pressed against Tom’s. It was like losing my virginity all over again, I was being stretched in all new ways and I loved it. Jesus, what had taking that first cock done to me, I just wanted my hole to be stretched wide by cock all the time. I was full and yet I felt so loose it was unbelievable. Ecstasy washed over me with each deep thrust of the two thick cocks inside of me. I leaned down and kissed Tom and he twisted my nipples hard, and then I twisted around to kiss Henry who forced his tongue deep into my mouth. The two of them were building up speed hammering away harder and harder. They seemed to be competing with each other to see who could slam me the hardest and who could cum first. The cum from my first three loads sloshed out around their dueling cocks and they both worked their way towards cuming again. I felt like my hole was getting looser and loosed as they pounded away, and I started to push myself back on them dreaming of the cocks I would take in the sling room. Then Henry grabbed my shoulders and bottomed out inside of me and shot his load, this sent Tom over the edge who started cuming just seconds after Henry. Henry collapsed on top of me and I feel forward onto Tom in such a way that my face was now in his hairy sweaty pit. I took a deep breath attempting to regain composure after my last breeding and got a big whiff of Tom’s ripe pit. It was amazing, it smelled vaguely like a locker room but instead of being disgusting it was arousing. I pushed my face further into his put and started licking at the dense hair. Tom groaned and thrust his once again softening cock into my hole a few times. “You like the taste of my pits boy?” I looked up from my new favorite thing, “God yes!” “You should taste them after I work out they’re even better.” Tom fucked his quickly hardening cock into me a few more times. Henry clambered off of out pile and said, “Now don’t start breeding him again or we’ll never get the kid to the sling room.” Tom pushed his cock in as deep as it would go one more time and then relaxed allowing his dick to pop from my ass. “You ready to go to the sling room boy,” Henry asked. “Fuck yeah!” I jumped off of the bed and grabbed my towel from where it lay discarded on the floor from earlier. “Why don’t you leave that here and show off your new cummy slut cunt to all the guys on the way there, maybe even draw a bigger crowd. “ “Ok!” “Damn, the kid’s become a slut in just two hours,” Tom commented. Two hours? Was that all it had been. My life was changing fast. “Lets go get you bred stupid kid,” Henry said, opening the door and leading us out into the hallway.

Henry talked rapidly about things as we walked back to his room, but I was too excited to say much of anything. I was only minutes away from my first real sexual experience with a man and I couldn’t wait. His room was one of the first ones when just after the main lounge area, and Henry quickly unlocked the door with the key around his wrist. Once unlocked he held the door wide for me to go into the small room first. I looked around the little space, a small table on one side, a mirror on the ceiling, and, in the middle of the room, a queen sized mattress on a metal bed frame. I turned to say something to him and he caught me in his arms pulling me close and kissing me. His beard scratched my face and I loved it. I felt him pushing his tongue into my mouth and happily I accepted his tongue, and returned the favor. For a few long moments we stayed like that pressed together tight with our tongues intertwined; until I felt something pressing against my leg. Henry’s cock had started to grow and it felt large, but before I could reach down to feel it Henry started to fall to his knees. He landed softly with his face now at the level of my crotch, my breath quickened. I had seen enough porn to know what happened next, and true to form Henry did just as he was expected. He deftly undid my towel and let it fall to the ground as he, in one gulp, swallowed my average sized cock. There is nothing in porn or erotica that can prepare you for the first time a man swallows your cock whole. I honestly thought that I had died and gone to heaven. His mouth was like warm velvet as he slathered all over my cock, sucking and bobbing up and down. The ecstatic mixture of sensations was almost too much for me and I felt my load building up in my balls. Henry must have sensed it too because right at that moment he pulled of my cock and took both of my nuts in his mouth. I felt my orgasm subsiding with this new sensation and I moaned ever louder. After a few minutes Henry released my nut too and stood back up pulling me into a kiss. I tasted my own salty musk on his tongue and my cock throbbed for more. “Get on the bed,” he whispered, “I wanna eat your ass. Have you ever had your ass eaten kid?” “No never.” “Good,” and he spun me around and half carried half tossed me onto the bed on all fours. My virgin ass was now exposed to him and I hoped that my mission would be completed sooner rather then later. After a brief pause I felt something warm and wet on my hole and I realized a moment later that it was Henry’s tongue. It felt so good as it lapped past my hole, tickling my tight little sphincter. Every once in a while his tongue would press hard against my hole, trying to gain enter to that still virgin territory and I would arch my back in response willing my hole to open for his tongue. It seemed like forever before it happened, and perhaps it was that I had relaxed, or perhaps it was the amount of spit now on my hole or the previously unknown attention that it had received that did it, but suddenly I felt my hole bloom and open for Henry’s tongue. It seemed to have been a moment that Henry had been waiting for because as soon as my hole loosened his tongue redoubled it efforts at entry and he began fucking me with his tongue. I was wild with lust and as I tossed my head from one side to the other I noticed that Henry had not closed the door.

Part 2. I've been in jail 2 yrs now. I found my place in prison and my place was on all fours with a cock up my ass. I had been passed through every gang member and was back with Tech again. But tech made some changes to my body. Tech was tired of my balls slapping his whole he pounded me. So tech castrated me. My balls are completely gone and 3/4 of my cock is cut off. Sadly, I love it!! Being in here I have learned all I am is a sissy boy. Now I'm just a sissy. All the guys in the block have started calling me girl now.