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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!

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

Another awesome chapter!

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.

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.”

I followed Trevor into the bedroom area of the hotel room. A little bummed to be out of view of the action that was happening over on the sofa … but I figured I’d be part of that fuck session soon enough. Trevor walked a little ahead of me - I got a great view of his perfect muscle ass - the white underwear framing his cheeks perfectly. God he was so fucking hot. I couldn’t wait to get my hands all over his perfect jock body. We walked into the bedroom area: there was a nice king sized bed, a small dresser, and a couple chairs. Laying on the bed were a couple guys that I recognized from the gym. Both of them total jock studs — completely naked except for one guy had a white baseball cap on - turned backwards. They were sharing a pipe - passing hits back and forth while they stroked their hard cocks. Trevor introduced me “hey guys - this is josh, maybe you know him from the gym? This is jerod and Jake” “Hey man… yeah I’ve seen u at the gym - looking hot, man!” Jerod said as he spread his legs wider giving me a clear view of one of the biggest, thickest cocks (on a white guy) I’d ever seen! Probably 5” in diameter and 10” long. He let go of it and let it flop to one side - thrusting his hips a bit … Fuck ! Fuck! My jaw dropped and I’m pretty sure drool ran down my chin. What a gorgeous piece of meat - I couldn’t wait to get that into my mouth! He drew a long hit on the pipe and signaled for me to shotgun it. I crawled onto the bed … making sure to stick my ass out for Trevor to gawk at… and sucked the thick smoke out of jerods mouth. I blew it back into his mouth making sure to get my tongue in there too. We kissed for a bit - and I couldn’t help but get my hand around his giant dick. Man it was so nice. I was ready to take it into my mouth when I felt Trevor slap me on the ass “c’mon man … let’s get you slammed up … there’ll be plenty of time for you to fuck around with these guys after you’re good and high.” I got off the bed and made my way over to one of the chairs, pausing to run my hands over Trevor’s muscular chest - “will you slam me? I’m out of practice”. I was perfectly capable of slamming myself, but it’s a giant turn on to have someone else do it, especially when they’re as hot as Trevor! I sat in the chair, unbuttoned my jeans a little and put my hand down my pants - my cock was throbbing in my jock … it felt so fucking good - I watched jerod and Jake pass more hits back and forth - they were really getting into it, passing the smoke back and forth and swallowing each other’s tongues - so fucking sexy. Trevor had the rest of the supplies - the rig between his teeth. He tied off my bicep, and swabbed me with alcohol. Prick. Pull back. Flash. Plunge. He untied my bicep and lifted my arm above my head — my mouth flooded with the taste of chemicals, I could feel my heart skip several beats and a wash of tingly warmth overtook my flesh. A couple of gasp-y coughs and I was on cloud nine. Holy fuck my body felt incredible - I ran my hands over my hard pecs and abs, admiring how hot my own body was and simultaneously admiring all the hot muscle studs around me. I leaned in to make out with Trevor. He opened his mouth and fed my his thick wet tongue - i was completely overtaken with horniness - my cock throbbing in my pants. I desperately wanted to pull my cock out, but resisted the urge … enjoying the constraint of my jock and jeans for just a little while longer. “How’s that feel?” Trevor said, while still holding his tongue in my mouth. “You feel good?” “Horned up?” “Cant wait to see ur hole spread open man” … as he put his hand between the chair and my ass. “Okay, now my turn fucker” as he pulled me out of the chair. The drugs were really hitting me hard - it was a little shaky standing up … but I managed. Trevor took my spot in the chair, and proceeded to tie off his bicep - making sure to flex it for me while he did. “Get on all fours and put your mouth on my cock” Trevor ordered me “but don’t pull my cock out - just keep your mouth on my underwear - I wanna feel my dick throb in your mouth while I do my slam.” Trevor was like me — he loves underwear and how they feel on his cock and balls while they get hard … and I’m a sucker for a bulging cock. I kneeled on the floor with my face in Trevor’s crotch - arching my back so my ass was in the air. Jerod and Jake were still passing hits back and forth watching me worship Trevor while he prepared to slam “yeah - stick that ass out” Jake said hungrily. I pulled my jeans down a bit so those guys had a nice view of the strap of my jock and a peak of my ass crack. I knew it looked hot as fuck. Soon enough I’d have all their cocks deep in my hole. I looked up at Trevor who was solely focused on finding a vein - my mouth dripping saliva on his bulge, making his white underwear more and more see through. He thrust his hips a bit pressing his bulging cock into my face - I eagerly took it into my mouth. Trevor found his vein and plunged the drugs into his arm. A couple loud coughs and Trevor sat deeper in the chair riding the wave of drugs. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed it firmly into his crotch… “oh fuck man” he was definitely feeling high now. “Get over there and suck his dick - I wanna watch you swallow that fat dick” I crawled across the floor and up onto the bed where Jake and jerod were still passing hits back and forth stroking their cocks - Jake grabbed jerods giant cock and guided it into my open mouth. “Fuck yeah - take that fat cock in your mouth dude!” I did my best to take it - it was so big it stretched my mouth as far as it could go - I felt the head slide down my throat making me gag. Jake kept his hand on his shaft - feeding me jerods cock - i Fucking loved having my mouth full like this. Of course I had my back arched and my ass in the air so Trevor could stare at it hungrily. I looked over he was clearly enjoying what he saw … he now had his leg over the arm of the chair and had one hand over his head and the other deep down his underwear, fingering his hole. Jake moved down to help me feed on jerods giant rod - both of our mouths around his cock - our tongues finding each other’s sloppy mouths. Man I was so turned on sharing this giant cock with such a stud. We kept at it for a while - taking turns feeding on jerods rod - he was clearly enjoying the attention, moaning loudly with the occasional “fuck yea!” One of the guys from the other room walked in - another total stud. Black hair cut short and slicked back - beautiful chiseled jaw and deep black eyes. Just a hint of hair on his muscled chest, and a gorgeous toned stomach with the perfect V. He was totally naked except for a steel cockring - wrapped around his half hard uncut dick - precum dripping from his foreskin. “Damn look at this hot fucker!” He said looking at me (my mouth stuffed with cock). I gave him a little smirk (as much as I could without pulling jerods rod out of my mouth). He walked over and put his hands down my jeans pressing his finger against my hole —- oh man, just that little tease of my hole sent me spinning - it felt so fucking good. I was gonna have to get some dick in my ass very soon. “Damn this boys got a nice ass!”, he said before turning back towards Trevor “hey man - can I get a reload” - holding up a little glass pipe. “Of course, then let’s start working on this dudes ass - think he’s hungry. Trevor walked over to the dresser and pulled out his stash - putting a nice fat shard into dudes pipe. “That should hold you for a bit, huh ?” Leaning in kissing him. “Hey how about we give this fucker a little booty bump?” Holding up a nice rock pulled from Trevor’s stash. “Fuck yeah - lemme hit this pipe first - gotta keep up with you guys” “Alright fucker - let’s get you out of these jeans so I can get at your hole better”. I rolled over on my back to make it easy for him to pull my jeans off… but making sure I didn’t take my mouth off jerods thick rod - I was insatiable for his dick. “Get back on all fours and stick that ass out for me” I obliged (of course), adjusting my jockstrap so it perfectly framed my smooth muscle butt, arching my back so my ass was high in the air. I felt so fucking sexy. “Fuck, look at the beautiful ass! - lemme see that hole” I pulled my cheeks apart, showing off my perfectly smooth pink hole. “Aw FUCK that’s hot” said black haired dude, who was busy with his newly filled pipe. Trevor leaned over and let a long trail of spit find it’s way from his mouth to my hole - taking his fingers rubbing it around my already twitching and hungry fuckhole, then taking a big fat shard of meth and shoving it deep into my hole. I instinctively backed up on his finger, helping the drugs (and his finger) get deeper in me. “Hungry little drug slut” he murmured. I could see out of the corner of my eye the black haired stud stroking his hard dick and nodding in approval at me getting drugs shoved into my hole. “Fuck that’s hot, man … I can’t wait to plow this ass!” … as he lit the torch and took another drag on the pipe. The familiar burning sensation inside my hole was starting and I could feel myself sweating from my head down … fuck … I was already spun as fuck and this was gonna throw me over the edge. “Keep sucking that dick faggot” Trevor said while pulling his dripping cock out of his underwear. I made sure to make every attempt to get the giant piece of meat as far down my throat as possible … my asshole starting to get more and more used to the burn and get more and more hungry for cock. “Fuck yeah you fucking jock slut - you ready for some dick in your ass??!” Trevor asked “oh man … I’m so ready … please fuck me man please!” I begged … I was really feeling spun now and my hole was like a giant vacancy that needed immediate occupation. “Alright faggot - flip over … I wanna look at your face while I fuck you - so I can see how much you love getting your ass filled” … next chapter - gang fucked. 😈

this is what we've been looking for for years!

I'm all about the fuck both top and bottom. When I bottom I do enjoy it if I get the load, but that cannot happen without the fuck.

i think its normal that Men enjoy degrading us while They use us not sure its nomral that we enjoy it so much LOL but its a fact it feels right when a Man steps on my face

i often find what, to me, are heteronormative ideas (often with religious underpinnings) on gay guys profiles on dating or even hook up sites. Starting this thread as a place to discuss the topic and identify notions that may influence or infiltrate the gay community. That's not to say all hetero notions, standards, ideas are bad (or good), but to put them out in the open for scrutiny and discussion. One of those notions i assign to dominant hetero/religious culture is the notion that sex, sexuality, and body parts are dirty or should only be exposed or practiced under restricted standards. E.g., i cannot count the number of profiles i have seen on gay dating sites where someone explicitly states that they don't want to see cock or ass pics. That's fine with me if it's just a personal thing, but what gets me is the superior aire that often accompanies such a declaration, as if they are above all that. As though they are not going to soil themselves with such practices, and those who do are beneath their consideration. A close companion to the pic standard is guys who don't want to take about sex on a dating or hook up site. Again, if it's just their personal thing, fine. But more often than not, there's an accompanying lecture about how 'shallow' guys are who want or discuss sex. What are some of those standards that others have run into that seemingly fly under the radar, or are out in the open, that we just seem to adopt from the dominant culture we grew up in, but may not reflect who and how we are?

Believe it or not, alot people use grindr not too hook up, but to boost their ego. They get off and feel a sense of superiority rejecting men.

The fuck. The load is great and I always appreciate that a top has seeded my ass but it’s the fuck that gets me going. From the first entry through all the different positions, angles and speed, it’s the fuck.

I was born a faggot Its what I am

Was out with a friend in NYC. Met a handsome hot guy at the bar. My friend decided to go home, I decided I should too. But once we said good bye at the subway I decided I wanted another drink and to go see if the hot guy was still there. Oh he was!! We had several drinks and then he said he was going to the Cock Bar. He asked if I wanted to join him and I said "of course" We hopped in an Uber and headed to the cock in the middle of the snow storm. We had a couple drink and then he brought me over to the dark corner cave area. Pulled out his cock... I dropped to my knees and started sucking his big hot cock. After a couple of minutes he leaned down and said he wanted my ass. I qucikly dropped my pants and leaned over. Spit in my had and lubed my ass up. His hard big cock slid in and damn it felt good. Been to long since I had been fucked. He fucked me good and then leaned over and told me he was about to breed my ass, then he pounded his load deep in my hole. Oh it felt so good. Before I could lean up, my ass was filled with another cock. This guy was pounding to blow his load. I looked around and the hot guy was watching with a smile. After several more guys and loads, he leaned over and said let's get a drink. I had another drink with him. Then he said lets go. We walked to the subway, kissed and said good bye. I turned around and went back. Got a drink, went back to the dark corner, dropped my pants and lost track of how many cocks and loads I took before the bar closed and I stumbled my way home happy and very full of cum!

I miss getting drunk and fucking your ass with strangers

No ! I be still using poppers - having him sniffing - sniffing - pulling off the condom - breeding him - hopefully 2 or 3 loads - making him a Cum whore - wanting me come back to me for more - maybe smoking Weed !

Dumpsters get dumped in. That’s their purpose. What am I gonna do next, not piss in a toilet or not throw my garbage in the trash?

My head hurts. I don't know why I have migraines on Sundays, but it happens about every other week, hangover probably isn't helping. I guess I fell asleep on the couch again, slept wrong, so groggy, so sore. Well, I went out last night and I guess I drank too much, I don't remember how I got home, but I'm glad I got home safe. I need to get up and move, take a piss. I noticed I fell asleep with my contacts in, it always takes a couple minutes before my eyes get a chance to reopen. I started moving my eyes while they're still closed, I started to run my hands down my face and a sharp pinch jolted me when my palm pressed on my nose. Did I get punched? I gingerly started feeling my nose. The pain made my eyes start to water so I can try looking, no bruising or blood, but I saw something silvery out of the corner of my eye. I knew something had happened. I started to roll out of the couch, my body was aching all over, my legs were a bit wobbly. I needed to get to the bathroom to see what had happened. As I was starting to straighten up, my chest and back started to itch as I slogged to the bathroom. I turned the corner and was stunned. It wasn't me in the mirror. There was this punk version of me. I saw a mostly shaved head, except for a dark red Mohawk. The shine below my nose was a thick nose ring and matching rings in my earlobes. Then it dawned on me, the itching, the soreness. Quickly I peeled off my tee shirt, and a sharp snag on my chest made me recoil in pain. After a second I was able to see the cause: my right nipple was now pierced too and a large tattoo encircled it. It took me a moment to recognize it- a biohazard symbol. I panicked, realizing my back itched too, I spun around and contorted to try seeing what was behind me. In the mirror, it was an even larger and colorful tattoo, a biohazard symbol with the word 'POZ' above it and 'whore' below it. I stood there breathless. A lot happened last night, more than just getting drunk and blacking out. The pressure in my bladder reminded me I had to piss again. I unzipped my jeans and reached to displace my briefs... I felt leather. I let my jeans drop to the floor. I was wearing a leather jock strap. I shook my head in disbelief. I still needed to pee so I pulled down the jock pouch, started to relax to urinate and then I felt some other new pressure coming from my asshole. As I stood there urinating in the toilet, I spread my legs a little and reached back with my left hand to feel the base of a butt plug. This wasn't a good sign. I pulled the jock strap all the way off and squatted down. I had to get this plug out of me. I beared down and the rubber plug started moving, and I gently pulled on it with a free hand. It got to the point that it just snapped out of me. The sudden release made my cock jump and spurt out some precum onto the leather jockstrap I just peeled off and dropped on the floor. I picked up the plug and looked at it- it was covered in thickened lightly pinkish goo. I stood back up in disbelief, dropped the plug in the sink and walked away. My hole started to clench back up and my cock was at full attention. Between my hole feeling empty and used to the plug that was inside me and a case of morning wood, I had to rub a load out, so I walked back to the living room to put some porn. I threw in my favorite gangbang flick and plopped back on the couch. As the video started loading up, I saw new dvd case on my coffee table, it had a hand-drawn biohazard sign in sharpie on it. Curious, I picked it up and opened up the case, and found a folded paper note in it. It read: "Last night you said you hated the bar whores, mostly because you wish you could be more like them. Your wish was our command. Enjoy ALL of your Gifts!" followed by another biohazard sign.

Ryan Carter here. Thank you, guys for the positive feedback and really nice messages. That vid, "Poz Cum Cube" is really one of my favorite scenes - it's hot, it's raw and it's totally real. I had a lot of fun making it and I love that you guys are getting off to it...I sure as fuck did! If you wanna watch it, you can find is on pornhub and barebackbastards. Feel free to DM me on twitter @RCandDigger. xo, RC

Damn that must have felt good!

He is really a decent guy. Sexy, too. He asked me to do a film with him, but he's in Palm Springs. I have to wait a bit before I can go and do it.

Part 95 - Breakfast of Champions Frank and Ric walked down to get breakfast at the buffet the next morning. They found a table and were quietly eating their breakfast, both glued to their phones. Ric got an alert and discreetly opened the app up. He had a message from a guy about a mile away. “Hi, I think we met 2 days ago” was all it said. Ric looked at the profile and when he saw the head shot he smiled. Ric replied “Yeah we did was really hot.” Seconds later a reply came in “very. saw ur tat. u poz?” Ric’s hopes dropped. He sent off a reply of “yeah”, expecting the conversation to end there. He finished off the juice and bagel and started to peal the orange when he got another notification. “Never fukd with a poz guy b4” was the message. Ric chuckled and replied “u prob have u just didn’t know it.” With no quick reply, Ric ate the orange and then took his plate and dumped it in the garbage. As he was walking back to the table, his phone buzzed again. “U fuk neg guys?” the guy asked. “if they want more interested in the guy than status” Ric replied. The reply came right away - “U interested in me?” Ric’s mind flipped through all the things he wanted to do to Taylor after the blowjob in the bathroom. He replied “oh yeah ur bj was amazing bet ur a great fuk.” A couple minutes went by without a response and he figured Taylor was nervous about getting poz fucked. He did have some condoms but was hoping to fuck raw if he could. His phone buzzed again. “i c 3 guys same distance from me. u, 20s guy that works at a hotel that I know and 42yo latino. ur dad uses the skulfkr app?” Ric quickly changed the app over to the list of nearby guys and found his dad’s profile. “Shit” he muttered quietly. His dad looked up and said “What?” “You cruising for a hookup?” Ric asked. “You’ve been too busy and I have needs” Frank replied with a smile. Ric typed a reply to Taylor “omg yes.” The reply from him was “lol. he checking up on u or looking?” Ric shook his head as he typed out “looking.” “Fuk ya. I’ve done brothers, cousins and married dads. never a dad n son.” Ric felt his cock stiffen and looked over at his dad. He laughed as he typed out his next message to Taylor - “hit him up n see if he wants to meet JUST U.” Ric heard the familiar chirp seconds later and saw his dad swiping at his phone. “wow, he’s horny. wants to meet now” Taylor replied to Ric. “u want both of us? him? me? someone else?” Ric sent back. “both would be hot, u only if u don’t want to do 3” Taylor responded. Ric thought about his dad’s earlier comment and him wanting Ric to join him fucking the hotel guy Friday night. As much as he wanted to have Taylor to himself, he decided he should do the 3 way and make both Taylor and his dad happy. He had an idea to make it a little more interesting, though. He typed out “make him think its just u 2. not 3way. meet me in lobby b4. we will surprise him.” Ric sat back and flipped through the app looking at some of the other guys while he saw his dad typing out a few messages. Frank looked up from his phone and said “I’m gonna need the room for a bit. I’ll text you when I’m done. Is your phone all charged up this time?” Ric laughed and said “Yeah. Have fun” as Frank picked up his stuff and dumped it in the trash can and headed towards the elevators. Once Frank was gone, Ric started tapping out a message when Taylor sent him a message “10 min.” Ric erased what he typed and said “u sure u want poz loads?” and got just “8===> ~+~+~” back. Taylor walked into the hotel looking a lot different than he did during the orientation sessions. He had on a white, tight lycra shirt that showed every ripple in his body and his erect nipples, baggy black shorts and pink canvas sneakers. He had a couple days growth of scruff on his face and his Oakley sunglasses hung around the back of his neck. He peered around looking for Ric who was leaning against a pillar in the lobby. Taylor walked up to him and squeezed his cock saying “Hey there, sexy.” Ric smiled and replied “I guess that quiet preppy guy is just a facade. You look really hot. Ready for some fun?” Taylor blushed and then nodded as they went to the elevators. As the elevator rose Ric leaned in and whispered in Taylor’s ear “hope you’re sure about this cuz I’m gonna love knocking you up.” Taylor reached back and pulled Ric closer. They made it to the room and Taylor knocked on the door and noticed it was kept ajar by the extended deadbolt. Taylor pushed and went inside with Ric a few steps behind. As they entered the main area, Frank gasped. “Look who I found in the lobby, all alone. He looks like he wants to fuck too” Taylor said. Ric stayed quiet and was hoping his dad would be ok that his fuck with Taylor was now going to be a three-way. Ric pushed Taylor toward the bed Frank was on. Frank stood up and walked the 2 steps to Taylor and felt over his chest. “This IS a pleasant surprise. We have to check out in two hours but I think we can keep you busy until then” Frank said. Ric moved in behind Taylor and reached around, unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them to the floor. Taylor kicked off his shoes and Frank pulled the tight shirt over his head. Taylor stood there in a small red thong that could barely cover his modest cock and balls while Ric and his dad were feeling over his soft skin. Ric was eager to see if Taylor’s ass was as good as his mouth was but also wanted to make this fuck last a while. Frank bent over and sucked on Taylor’s nipples while he pushed off his own underwear. Ric stripped next and left his clothes in a pile as he kept pushing Taylor and his dad closer to the bed. Ric leaned next to Taylor’s ear and said “I’m gonna let my dad open you up first so I can use his cum for lube.” Taylor moaned and took his spot, kneeling on the edge of the bed with his ass hanging over it. Frank kneeled and pushed the strap from the thong to one side and started to work Taylors hole over with his tongue. Ric moved in front of Taylor and rubbed his cock over Taylor’s face. His tongue was eagerly chasing the shaft around and finally Taylor grabbed it with his hand and guided it to his mouth. Just like on Friday, Taylor worked his magic tongue over Ric’s cock. He was sucking and slurping and letting his tongue wander all over the rigid shaft. Friday was a warmup, now he could spend a much longer time enjoying Ric’s cock and Taylor was going to savor every moment. Frank was eating Taylor’s lightly tanned ass that was covered with a fine layer of hair. His tongue poked in and around the puckered hole, coating it with spit. Frank was enjoying Taylor’s ass and thought the only way it could be better was if it was filled with a few guy’s loads of cum. His cock was already fully hard and aching to get inside Taylor’s pussy. Taylor’s cock had escaped the pouch on the thong and was also hard and dripping, having already created a wet spot on the bedspread. Frank could wait no longer and stood up and held his cock on Taylor’s hole, pulling the foreskin the rest of the way back. He dragged the tip over the hole, leaving a trail of precum to mix with his spit. Taylor arched his back leaving his ass a little higher. Once a pool of spit and precum formed in the pucker, Frank pushed in. After a second, his cock penetrated the ring and entered Taylor’s warm, tight chute. Both Frank and Taylor let out a loud moan and Frank waited a moment before he started to fuck. Rocking his hips, he worked his cock deeper with each inward stroke and after a few minutes Taylor started to rock back, meeting his thrusts. Taylor never got to see Frank’s cock before it plowed into his ass and was happy that it wasn’t as big as his son’s. Frank was opening him up for the much larger one that was fucking his face and drilling into his throat. Ric started to time his thrusts with his dad’s so they were both shoving into Taylor’s helpless body at the same time. He was really surprised at the ease that Taylor could take all of his cock. Very few guys could deep throat it, much less get face fucked with the whole thing. He picked up the pace and fucked harder into Taylor’s throat and his dad followed suit with his ass. After more than ten minutes of assaulting Taylor’s holes, Ric slowed down, followed by Frank. Ric pulled out and nodded at his dad to do the same. “Flip” Ric commanded and Taylor immediately rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back. Frank slammed his cock back into the loosened hole and hammered away. Ric climbed off the bed and moved next to his dad, watching his cock drive in and out of Taylor’s cunt. He looked at Taylor who was looking back and forth between Ric and Frank. Ric could tell his dad was getting close from his ragged breathing so he decided to give him a bit of encouragement. “Yeah, dad. Fuck his ass good. Stretch that college boy hole open and plant your seed inside him” Ric said. Frank grunted and pushed Taylor’s legs farther back and then pounded harder until his cock started to spew his bug filled seed deep into Taylor’s pussy. “Fuck yeah” Ric said as he watched his dad’s orgasm. When Frank pulled out Ric watched some cum drip out and quickly moved in to coat the tip of his cock with it. With Taylor’s hole still loose from taking Frank’s cock, Ric pushed in. “OH FUCK!” Taylor yelled out as Ric’s cock stretched him open more than he expected. Ric looked down at Taylor’s face and grinned. He waited a few moments to let Taylor get used to the girth of the cock that was now only half way inside him. To make the point, Ric pushed harder and got another inch inside. Taylor’s eyes were wide open as was his mouth. His groan was interrupted only by an occasional whimper. “Yeah, son. Show him how a real cock feels” Frank said. Ric looked at his dad and wondered if Frank realized that he had just insulted himself. Ric pulled back a few inches and drove in until he hit a wall. “oh fuck fuck fuck” growled Taylor. Ric chuckled and asked Taylor “You want it all or just this deep?” “Oh my god. You’re not all the way in?” Taylor said with pain in his voice. Ric wiggled his hips and then thrust in. He watched Taylor’s eyes roll back in his head as he groaned loudly. He tried a few more times and could feel Taylor squirm under him. “You got this” Ric said as he jabbed one more time and broke through the inner ring. Taylor body spasmed around Ric’s cock and and his eyes rolled back again. Ric leaned in, saying “Even tighter than your throat. Now, it’s time to really fuck you.” He stood up and grabbed Taylor’s ankles before he began to slowly fuck him. He only used a three quarter stroke but Taylor was still convinced his guts were being destroyed. Ric kept going, pumping his cock in and out with the occasional thrust all the way in. Each time he did it, his cock squeezed past the inner ring easier. After twenty minutes he was able to do full strokes at will and his balls were slapping against Taylor’s ass. Ric drilled faster and faster and then looked down to see Taylor staring at him. Their eyes connected and Ric stared back. He cocked his head to one side, raising his eyebrows and Taylor nodded back at him. He knew the time was right for Ric to plant his toxic load in deep. Ric pounded quickly and then plowed his cock all the way in, pumping globs of highly charged cum into Taylor’s body. Taylor whimpered as he felt the cock swell and he knew he was taking Ric’s poz load. Taylor may have thought it was the first poz load he had ever taken, but Frank had taken those honors. Ric pulled back and thrust in one more time, working another spurt out and blasting it into Taylor’s abused fuck chute. Ric slowly pulled his cock out and there were streaks of red on the shaft. Frank kneeled down and started to lick over the swollen pussy, tasting the mixture of cum, assjuice and blood. As sore as his ass was, the tongue lapping at his hole felt good and Taylor started to moan once more. When he couldn’t hold his legs up any longer Taylor lowered them down and Frank backed away. He looked back at the father and son that had just used him and smiled. “You guys are brutes” he said, slowly sitting up before adding "but that was fuckin amazing." “You probably need a shower before you go home” Ric said and Taylor nodded. He staggered over to the bathroom and rinsed off quickly. While he dressed, Frank showered. “Do you always fuck like that?” Taylor asked Ric. “Nah, I don't fuck other guys with my dad much. It just seemed to be right for the moment. You said you wanted a poz fuck” Ric replied. “Yeah, but I won’t be able to get fucked for a couple weeks the way I feel right now” Taylor said. “That’s the idea. You’ll know if this was the fuck that charged you” Ric replied with an evil grin. “Uh… what? You’re not on meds?” Taylor said as the reality sunk in. “Nope. Dad isn’t either” Ric said as he heard the water stop in the shower. “Fuuuuck” said Taylor. Ric realized that this might have been more than Taylor bargained for so he said “Hit the clinic for pep if you’re not sure you want it or just see what happens. We can always try again in the fall.” Taylor’s eyes were glazed but he nodded and then said “Yeah, I do want to fuck again but not as rough. Keep my number around for next semester.” He walked to the door and it closed just as Frank came out of the bathroom. “He gone?” Frank asked. “Yeah” Ric replied. “That was one hard fuck, son. Were you trying to show off for me?” Frank asked. “Nope. Sometimes I’m just in that mood” Ric answered as he headed to the shower.

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I took David's cock into my mouth again and continued sucking him. Slowly working my way down the length of his shaft and then pulling back. It was an elaborate show. I enjoy being watched and that the man was living with us didn't seem to affect me much. Patrick and David talked while I continued working on David. "Bring us another brownie, man. Have one for yourself," David told Patrick. Patrick returned eating a brownie and handed one to David, and placed mine gingerly on David's bare thigh just inches from my face as he winked at me then moved behind me back to the doorway. I stopped sucking long enough to have a bit of the brownie before returning again to David's cock. God did I love sucking dick and the brownies made it all better. I hadn't thought that possible. "You wanna have a seat, bud?" David asked Patrick. "Yeah man, just admiring the view. It seems, 'though," Patrick said as he moving towards us, "...that you're leaking." With that explanation Patrick stooped behind me and ran his finger up my crack collecting some of David's cum that had leaded out of me. He sat down on the couch next to David and showed me the gob of cum stuck to his finger that just minutes ago had been in my ass. He smiled at David and then brushed the cum onto my brownie,noting "And you haven't finished your brownie." I stopped sucking David and devoured the brownie as they watched and laughed. "I think he needs another," Patrick said as he got up from the couch to go fetch me yet another brownie. I went down on David and looked to see him staring at me while I held him as far down my throat as I could. The smile on his face was pure ecstasy. He was enjoying the brownies and the performance as much as I was. Good. Patrick came back in with another brownie remarking "Just two more after this one." He walked behind me and inspected my ass for more cream. "No more. How can you eat this brownie without any cum topping?" "There is a lot more than that in there, let me tell you. Slide your finger in and pull some out," David told Patrick between fits of laughter. "Okay." With that Patrick slowly pushed his finger into my freshly fucked hole. I half moaned, half screamed from the invasion. I was listening to their conversation the whole time but somehow it didn't seem to be real. The finger was real though, probing in and out of my ass looking for cum to smear on my brownie and honestly I wanted it. I tried pushing some out but evidently it was buried too deep to let anymore loose. Patrick had two fingers in my hole now trying to get some cream. He was finger fucking me fast trying to get some cum that just wouldn't come. "You want some more cream on that brownie don't you?" he asked me. "Yes, please," I moaned, "I want more cum for my brownie." "What's a guy to do? I just can't get anymore out of your ass." Patrick inserted another finger. I started jerking David's dick, trying to get another load out of him to eat on my brownie. He placed his hands on mine, "Slow baby," David remarked, and then turning to Patrick, suggested "If none is coming out you'll have to put more in." "Gladly." Zip. Ten inches of Patrick slid into me. Damn he had meat and knew how to use it. He went straight into ramming it home his hands were on my hips and he was pulling nearly all the way out before slamming all that mean back into me. I had Davids cock in my mouth, Patrick's cock in my ass and a brownie sitting on the small of my back waiting for the fuck to be over so I could eat it. "I'm coming..." Patrick screamed as he slammed into me, burying himself like David did before cumming. As Patrick came in me Davids dick got rock hard and he got up off the couch and went to the computer. Patrick pulled his cock our of my hole covered in his cum. He wiped his fingers up my ass as he did before and deposited the leaking cum onto the brownie and took Patrick's place in front of me and placed the brownie on his abdomen so that the brownie was behind his still hard cock. David got up from the computer and fucked another load into my hole while I sucked Patrick's cock and ate that brownie. He was even more eager to fuck my hole with another man's load in it. He came quickly and then went to bed without saying a word, leaving me on the couch with a mouthful of Patrick. "If I'd have known you were into taking loads I would have been fucking you sooner," Patrick commented as I cleaned off his cock, deep throating it occasionally just because I could. "We usually only do with each other, " I replied as I got up and went to the computer David had left running. It was open to an ad on the internet advertising for a cum slut bottom taking any loads. Text for directions. And listed David's phone number, which was left on the desk beside the computer. David was posting an ad but didn't submit it. "Doesn't look like it." Patrick had come up behind me and slapped my ass taking a seat on the desk chair that was rolled to the side. "I don't know." Was all I could say. "He didn't post the ad." "But you could..." I could couldn't I. I looked down at Patrick sitting naked on the desk chair and glanced back over my shoulder to the bedroom where David was with the door wide open. I could see him lying on the bed passed out. Patrick got up and stood behind me with his hands on my hips. just stood there while he slowly pressed back into me. "We both know you want to. David knows you want to too." I leaned on the desk while Patrick worked his cock in and out of me again, slowly this time. Not quite so eager to cum as quickly. I opened my eyes and read the ad again and clicked post. I pulled off of Patrick's cock and went into the kitchen and unlocked the door. I went back into the living room and grabbed David's phone off the desk and led Patrick back to couch by the cock. I got on the couch leaning over the arm and waited for Patrick to fill me. ---------- I'm done with this story. If anyone else would like to add to it, feel free.

The music was louder hear, and the hallway darker still. The only light came from a few strategically placed track lights or an open door to one of the rooms that lined the hall like a hotel. I walked along slowly, looking in the open doors as I passed. It was like walking through a prono, I had no idea that these sorts of things actually happened in real life. One room contained a man in a sling by himself with a massive toy stuffed in his red puffy ass hammering away at his one hole. Through another open door I saw a boy not much older then me with two men fucking his ass at the same time and another one filling his throat. I was so hard there was no hiding it with the thin black towel I had been given. This was the right place for sure. At then end of the hall I found myself in a large room with a few chairs and couches, and a small scattering of men lounging about. The left hand wall was all glass an looked out only a terrace of some sort, on the right side was a set of double doors with a sign about them reading “Movie Theatre.” I stopped for a moment unsure of where to go, when I notice another sign on the wall opposite me which read, “Pool, Steam Room, and Recreational Rooms are located cross the Patio.” That must be the terrace I had seen. “Steam Room,” I thought, “that sounded like the place to start.” I had barely made it across the terrace when I saw him lounging in a deck chair with his legs spread just enough so that his towel fell open exposing one entire perfect hairy leg. The world seemed to stop, and all the air seemed to go out of me, as I just stood there and looked at him. He had a strong powerful jaw line, accented by his short salt and pepper bear beard, that matched his clean cut salt and pepper haircut. His torso was just a beautiful pile of sculpted muscle under course dark brown hair and olive skin. There was no why he hadn’t noticed me stop mid stride to stair at him and once my gaze made it back to his sharp green eyes from his considerable and barely hidden bulge he was staring right back at me. I tried to smile, but I think I failed to do more then grimace, and attempted to mutter a casual hello that came out way to fast and shrill. “Hiya kid,” he responded. “Hi,” I managed to say a little more calmly this time. “My name’s Tommy.” “Nice to meet you Tommy, I’m Henry.” He got up from his chair and caught his towel just before it fell, but not before I got a glimpse of the thick base of his cock and his thick dense pubes. “You too.” A long moment of silence followed while he walked slowly towards me, “It’s my first time here,” I blurted out, “today’s actually my eighteenth birthday and I’ve been planning this for week. See I live in Marcomb so there nothing really for me out there, and I really don’t want to go to college a virgin so I thought that coming here might help me… well..” He was now only a few feet away from me and I lost my ability to make proper sentences. “I could show you around if you like, sense it’s your first time.” “Sure that would be great.” “Alright. We can go look at the pool and steam rooms, don’t know if the rec rooms are the place to go on your first trip though.” “Rec rooms?” “That’s their PC name, in reality it’s the sling room and the glory holes and the gang bang room and a few others.” “Oh. Well… Just for the tour perhaps.” “All right.” Henry looked me up and down quickly and undoubtedly noticed my unhide-able erection, and smiled to himself. “Well, follow me.” He led me across the terrace and I stared at his broad back and firm juicy ass as he walked a little ahead of me. All the while he told me about different things that went on at the baths and theme nights, he asked me about my family, where I was going to school, any hot guys from high school. When I told him that I was a virgin as we were walking past the pool full of naked swimmers he didn’t seem to miss a beat but I thought I saw something twinkle in his eye. He pointed out the door to the steam room but said we didn’t have to go in at that moment, then he led me down a narrow hall that I would have missed if he hadn’t shown it to me. We rounded to corners before we came to anything but it was worth the walk. We stood looking into a room lit dimply with a few patches of red light coming from somewhere. All around the octagonal shaped room were benches and in the center three slings hung suspended from the darkened ceiling. That early in the night the room only hand a few occupants all of whom were gathered around a big black guy laying in the sling farthest from the door. Henry led on. He showed me the glory hole room, the gang bang room which was shaped like the sling room but was smaller with only one fuck bench in the middle. By this time the smell of sweat and sex and the soft groaning that seemed to come from everywhere like the music and gotten me so turned on that I couldn’t help but rub my cock through my towel. Henry chuckled when he noticed, “A boy your age must be horny all the time.” “You have no idea.” “Let's go back to my room. I’ll work the first one outa you for the night, and then you can go back to exploring. I love blowing eighteen year old cock.” “Sure,” I said a little to eagerly to be cool, but Henry just smiled and turned to lead the way back to the private rooms.