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----- Part Last ----- Several people made comments about my improved mood on Monday morning. "I was really worried about you last week, Corey. I didn't want to pry, but you looked really depressed. I hope it wasn't anything to do with work or someone here" my boss said. Reassurances that I was OK were made and remade with each new comment. The upcoming project looked to be pretty good and much less grueling than the last one. In the evening, I finished off the pizza from Saturday and started to surf. First stop was the site Paul had me make the profile on. "Your inbox is full. Please consider upgrading to a premium account to send and receive unlimited messages" was the notice I was greeted with. Sure enough, 20 messages were there, most of them wanting to hookup. I read each message and checked out their profile. They varied from a 18 year old parTy guy to a sixty something bear. The ones with no pics, no info or that had sent messages of only "hot profile" or "fuck me" got tossed. That left five. A 21 year old college guy had the best message. "Hi. Newly poz, huh? Hope ur doin ok with it n might consider sharing. Sub bb btm here, not looking 4 master or ltr, just love gettin loads from lots of guys. been thinkin abt gettin pozzed a cpl yrs. chasing last 6 mo. most +guys on meds, didnt convert from creepy guy that I think lied abt bein +. serious here hope u r 2" was the note riskysub02 sent. I liked his honesty and low pressure approach. I sent him a reply - "hey doin ok now, thx. no script yet so no meds. only fucked 1 guy so far. u really sure? willing 2 share if ur not going to freak if u get chrgd." I went to the next best message - "cumdump here lookin 4 bug. hiv only, already had most others. u still toxic? nice pics, hope last 1 got lucky. prefer anon. have spot in bldg basement." CmDmp4ne1's profile listed a 30 year old Hispanic guy, a few inches shorter and twenty pounds heavier than me with a great furry ass. It looked like he had a nice cock too and listed himself as versatile bottom. He also got a reply - "hey. u sure? never on meds. waiting 2 find out if guy in pic got bug. how u fuck in basement? GH?" I re-read the others and wasn't going to reply to them until I knew how the other two guys turned out. Another message came in and I could barely decipher what it said. The profile was really strange too so I just deleted the message. I searched a few times and realized Paul was right about lots of guys looking for poz loads. I even found a profile for a guy that sounded like the hookup that pozzed me - "visiting 4 wkend. HVL & only breed no prep negs. multicummer" was all his profile said besides the stats which matched my hookup, except for his status. The dick pic looked familiar too. I was just about to log when the hispanic guy replied - "very sure. u knock up lots of guys? storage rm in basemnt w/matrss. dim light. free 6pm-midnite." Another round of messages from him and I had an address, directions to get to a basement storage room and a time on Wednesday night. Once again, as I was about to log off I got a message, this time from the college guy. "thanks 4 replying. I'm positive I want it, lol. wont freak 4 sure. cant host, can u? name day time place night btr but I will skip class 2 get pozd. 1x or wud u do more to make sure?" he said. "yw. cant host. u know of a place 2 meet? tomorrow after 7pm ok? 1x yes, 2 if we click" I sent as a reply. "Dix Theater on 4th? 8pm? Look 4 guy with glowing wristbands in main theater" he replied and I sent back "c u then." I'd heard about the adult theater but I had never been there. Except for three or four visits to a bathhouse at college, all of my sex had been in non-sleazy places - dorm rooms, apartments, cars or a few parks. I was nervous as I went in and paid the fee before wandering a few minutes until I found the "big" theater. There were only six rows of ten seats with an aisle down the middle and on both sides. A few guys were standing against the back wall and I spotted a couple people in the seats, spread apart. No one had the wristbands I was looking for but I had gotten there a few minutes early. I looked around at the other rooms, including the smaller theater that only had about twenty seats and a gay bondage flick was playing to the lone guy in the front row. I went back to the main room and looked around. While I spotted one guy sucking another this time, it seemed to be the same set of guys. I stood back in the corner and waited, now expecting the college guy to flake. Five minutes later, a guy burst into the theater behind me and walked halfway down the side aisle, breathing heavy like he'd just run a marathon. He looked around and then fumbled in his pocket and brought out two barely glowing wristbands and put them on. I chuckled and took a few steps forward, whispering "riskysub?" He spun around and in the darkness I could barely make out what he looked like, but he fit the general description of his profile. "Follow me" I said and walked over to the smaller theater which was now empty. I found a spot in the back and the college guy whispered "Sorry I'm late" before he sunk to his knees. He pulled down my sweats and quickly began sucking my cock and getting it hard. He was no stranger to sucking dick and I imagined he was one of those early starters. Once I was hard and wet, I tugged on his arm and he stood back up. "Last chance to change your mind" I said and watched him shake his head 'no'. "Bend over and show me that ass then" I said quietly, but sternly. He grabbed some poppers out of his pocket and dropped his jeans, stepping out of one leg. Each of his hands grabbed on to the back of the last row of seats. My finger ran along the crack, pushing in until I felt his hole. I heard him take a few hits of poppers while my finger slipped inside pretty easily. I didn't feel any lube or cum, just sweat from his run to the theater. "This guy's taken a lot of dick" I thought. Adding a second finger, I heard him moan over the lame soundtrack of the movie. I gave a few twists and pulled them free, stuffing my hard cock in right away. "Aaaahhhh, fuuuck yeah" the college guy moaned as I slid in until I was fully planted. I plowed his well used hole, never giving him less than three quarters of my average sized cock with each stroke and usually all of it. Each thrust was firm and while I might have been gentle to start with if we'd hooked up any other way, he needed a harder fuck. Only a few minutes in, I was drilling him and you could hear the slaps of our bodies echoing around the room. We had attracted a few guys who were a lot more interested in our fuck than the one on the screen. One guy shot his load on the floor and left, leaving two to watch us. "Breed me... please breed me" college guy begged when my thrusts started to get erratic. The last few thrusts were really hard and the college guy struggled to keep himself upright from them. On the last shove, my cock erupted. I let a couple ropes shoot out before I pulled back and slammed in again, unleashing a few more spurts of my charged seed into his cunt. With the last shot fired, I stayed fully rooted in his ass. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you another load if you want" I said breathlessly, my hands still on his hips. "Hell yeah!" he replied. I leaned back against the wall and he spent the next several minutes licking my cock clean. Once I had recovered, we fucked again but I only lasted about five minutes before I dumped another, smaller load into his guts. The college guy sucked my cock clean again before standing up and pulling his jeans back up. With my sweats pulled up too, we headed towards the front door together. We got out on to the street and I saw him for the first time in glow of the streetlights. The grin on his face was priceless and he immediately said "Thank you. You don't know how happy I am right now." "Good. Same time Friday?" I asked. The grin got even bigger and he nodded his head before saying "Oh god yeah!" "Don't be late next time" I said with a wink before turning and walking toward home. Wednesday, I took the afternoon off and went to my appointment at the clinic. I tried to look concerned, but the doctor noticed I was in a better state than I was the last time. I didn't tell him about the weekend with Paul, or the guy Tuesday night at the adult theater, or the guy I was going to meet later that night, or how many guys sent messages to my profile on a bareback site, begging for me to share my bug. The doctor gave me the numbers from the tests, which meant nothing to me. I figured I'd do some research over the weekend and figure out if they were good or bad. One was really big and the other less than one thousandth of the first. I also got a prescription and a ton of other information. "Fill the prescription right away and be sure to abstain until we get the results from your next test and probably longer" I was told. "Sure, doc" I replied knowing there was no way I was going to deprive myself from having sex. The meet with the Hispanic guy was much easier than the one the night before. I easily found the door he'd propped open and then found him in the storage room, on his knees and naked. He was tighter than the college guy, but still an experienced bottom. I didn't go easy on him either and with only a couple gobs of spit for lube, he felt every stroke. After fifteen minutes of plowing him, I pumped a nice load into his unprotected hole. CmDmp4ne1 hadn't said a word the entire fuck and I only heard a few moans and groans from him. He never looked back either. This was just an anonymous pump n dump and I was on my way less than 30 minutes after I'd gotten there. He sent me message later saying "thx. luv a repeat or 10." Benny from the pizza shop was nervous when he showed up Thursday evening. I didn't have to do anything for him to be my delivery guy. It turns out the place has a list of the regular customers and drivers can request to service them. And service me he did. "Marco said you could help me out" he said sheepishly after he gave me the pizza. I smiled and pulled him into my apartment. Once the door was shut, I pushed him back to the wall and replied "If you really want a viral load you have to ask me." My face was inches from his and I could see the sweat dripping down his face and feel his body tremble. "Please, sir. Can you fuck me again and poz me? Please?" he pleaded. I knew I wasn't the only customer that he would bend over for. The last time he delivered he had at least one load in him and offered to let me to fuck him as long as I didn't complain to the restaurant that he was late. I may have fucked him safe that time, but it was a different story now. He begged for my charged load for the next hour as I pounded him first doggy style and then missionary. Being the big tipper that I am, he got two loads. The satisfied look on his face slowly turned to panic and back as I breathlessly told him "Doc told me yesterday with my viral load I can easily infect someone with just one exposure. Be here Tuesday night so I can make sure you're toxic as fuck." He nodded and I could see his brain comprehending that this really wasn't just some hot fantasy playing out. My poz cock was still in his neg ass when he asked "there's a buttplug in my bag. Can you put it in after you pull out?" Chuckling, I realized he was as committed to this as I was and I roughly jammed the plug into his hole. Friday's meet with the college guy was a repeat, except he was there waiting for me and he was a lot more verbal. The place was much more crowded since it was a Friday. Instead of standing behind the seats of the empty small theater, he was kneeling on a middle front row seat as I stood behind, drilling him. The poz talk chased a few guys away and drew others closer. "Knock his ass up" one guy yelled out as I started to shoot my first load. College guy moaned so loudly when I dumped my seed in him, I could hear him over the din of the movie and at least twenty horny guys, most of which were watching us, not the screen. When I pulled out, some guy from the crowd tried to take my place but the college guy shut him down. "Only one cock gets this hole today" he told everyone around us. Most of the guys wandered away while riskysub sucked and nursed on my half hard shaft. When I was ready to fuck him again, he stood up and whispered in my ear "Thanks for fucking me again. Even if you aren't poz it's still hot as fuck." I figured he was fishing to see if I really was toxic. He had obviously been lied to before and was skeptical that anyone was going to really give him a charged load. Short of showing him lab results, nothing was going to prove I was toxic right then and there. "Eight hundred thousand was my viral load Wednesday. Now bend over and lets make sure you're charged up" I whispered back. He let out a sultry moan which really turned me on as he turned, braced himself on the chair back and spread his legs. This time I fucked longer for our second round. The load was bigger too and I fingered him roughly after I pulled out. Once again we left the theater together. "You serious about the number?" he asked as we got out into the warm summer air. "Mmhmm. I'm not supposed to be even thinking about sex... even if I covered up" I replied, chuckling. "Have a good one" I said as I walked away. Sunday I sent a message to Paul and asked how things were going. "Better now that my ass doesn't hurt every second of the day ;)" he replied. "Aww I need to do a better job next time u been a good boy? no fucking?" I sent back. "No dick or ass, just my hand sir" Paul answered. I was a little pissed that he was jacking off and emptying his balls into his hand or a cum rag. I'd have to settle for taking the last neg load he shot inside someone instead of just his last neg load, period. "LOL good I cant say the same profile we made has been popular" I texted to Paul. Seconds later my phone rang. "I figured you would delete it as soon as I left" Paul said. "Nah, I wasn't sure I would meet up with anyone but a few looked too good to pass up" I replied. "Oh? Did they show or ghost?" he asked. "Guess I got lucky, both showed. Three if you count the pizza guy. Seven loads de-POZ-ited" I joked. We talked a bit more and after I hung up I went back to the site to see if there were more messages. Just like before, I was greeted with the "mailbox full" message. There were a few of the same messages, one from riskysub saying "thanks again" and one telling me I was a "sick motherfucker" for being poz and still wanting to hookup. I looked over the college guy's profile again and noticed he had changed it. "not looking atm. waiting to see if the last stud ended my chase" was the updated text and a new pic showed his ass with a toothbrush in it and a blob of pink cum running out of his hole. I hoped he took it after our last fuck and that was my load dripping out of his ass, but it made me smile. Work was busy the next week, but I did breed Benny again on Tuesday. He spent the night and I gave him three more loads before he left in the morning. There was also a hookup with another guy from the site on Wednesday. A fifty two year old guy that had stopped prep several months earlier. It was a lot of fun and my first time with a much older guy. We flipped back and forth for a couple hours, dumping a pair of loads into each other. There wasn't any poz talk, it was just two horny guys fucking bare and the consequences be damned. Thursday I was at work when I got the message from Paul, while I was in a team meeting. "Feel like shit fever & aches all ur fault, lol" his message said. I smiled and I'm sure my co-workers were confused why I was happy that the boss had just told us we'd be working most of the weekend. Friday night I picked up the prescription and took the first dose the next morning. I hooked up one last time from the site that afternoon with the mid-sixties bear from the first set of messages. He said he wanted to do what he'd spent decades avoiding and take his first raw poz cock. Three loads later, his fur was matted with sweat and my cum was in his gut. A couple weeks later I checked out riskysub's profile and it now listed him as poz and versatile. I sent him a message "congrats" and he replied a few minutes later with "thx stud u didnt lie ;)" CmDmp4ne1's profile too had changed. It still had "ask me" for his status but one pic showed a fresh biohazard tattoo on his ass. It may or may not have been from me, but it was good to see he got what he wanted. I did one more search but the bear's profile was gone. I deleted my profile and called for a pizza, wondering who would deliver.

I am on vacation at the canary Islands. Here in Maspalomas are some nice leather bars within the Yumbo Shopping Centre - most of them with backrooms. It was very crowded, but on a fuck Bench were two hot bottoms kneeing... I love fucking a well used and bred hole, so seeing another top dumping a load into one of them made me so hot I had to add my toxic load, too.

This past Friday, I texted my local top fwb’s to see who was around on Saturday. I haven’t been able to host/btm much lately so they were all pent up. 8 buds came over yesterday and they all bred me. XD #1 – M is my neighbor and chiropractor. Muscular, southern, kind… he’s in a sexless relationship (as are most of my fwb’s) and is always eager to come over. He “broke the seal” of my tight hole. I threw my arms around him tight, moaned in his ear, and he opened me up. Wasn’t long before I got load # 1. # 2 – D (depicted below). Muscle salt & pepper NJ daddy. Hugely hung, he comes into NYC on weekends and loves to stop over before or after the gym. He tells me I’m his fav btm as he loves my long, toned body and rare ability to take his dick. He’s quite sizable and likes it rough… so do I 😊 We already cemented tentative sex plans next Sunday. # 3 & 4 – L & J. L is an executive whose been a top most of his relationships. Last weekend I bred him; he said I was the biggest he’s ever taken. He did a great job bottoming and repaid the favor yesterday as he bred him with his thick curved dick. J is a salt-and-pepper ethnic looking runner. Long dick, sweet, piggy, amd plays well with others. He was a great group partner and was very gracious playing with L, who was a little nervous for our threesome. I texted them this morning; they were both so happy and eager for another round (perhaps next weekend). *lunch break* #5 – H is a daddylicious multi-cummer whose been fucking me for 10+ years. He gave me three loads and sucked me off 😊 #6 – J is a thick Dominican top (around 30yo) who actually is kind of asexual. He often goes days without touching his thick dick so by the time when he comes over, he sometimes doesn’t last very long but ejaculates fountains of cum in me…. which is exactly what happened yesterday. Zero complaints here haha #7 & 8 – another threesome with T & R, both handsome two silver daddies. R is a lean, fit neighbor who has a wicked curved dick; kind of like a candy cane lol. T is a muscley top whose been fucking me for years; also is a sexless marriage… he splits his time btw NYC and his upstate countryhome. We r both so busy, but always find time for each other. **Lunar New Yr was on Feb. 1st. Here's a pic of me wearing red for good fortune. Also, 8 is a lucky Chinese number. Happy I’m starting my New Yr with 8 abundant dicks LOL XD

4. The Tale of Scooby and Shaggy You see them now, what, in their early thirties? That’s about right. How they met? One story. How they died? Two stories. But back to now. Eddie Gleason, the fat actor, comes out the side gates and yells for Scooby and Shaggy to get their asses to the playroom, pronto. “I brought Scooby snacks,” he croons, as if the stepped on coke they know he always brings would motivate them. It’s more what Mac and Dante would do to them if they didn’t perform. Eros and Tommy defiantly finish their spaghetti and meatballs, okay, Spaghetti-Ohs that comes with something vaguely resembling meat. While they’re eating Eros complains to Tommy it’s too high in carbs, but Tommy reminds him it’s what's in the cupboard. They look at each other hearing the fat man baying for Scooby and Shaggy again, like they didn’t hear him the first time. They set down their spoons together. “Sit and spin time,” Tommy says, woefully. They’re in synch like they most often are, picking up their spoons again and continue a few more shovelfuls mostly to put off the inevitable. But they’ve lost their appetite. Tommy takes the bowls and scrapes out what’s remaining and then washes the dishes in the sink. Eros lights a cigarette, comes up behind Tommy, and lets him take a hit while he’s washing. Eros isn’t one for broad displays of affection but he know what Tommy’s feeling. He leaves his fingers against Tommy’s lips as T draws in smoke. His arms around Tommy, he takes a hit himself. Eros is back in a moment where he’s just Eric, smoking a cigarette on a Bronx street after swearing he'd quit for the millionth time. He has to take a wicked leak. He far enough from his Bronx apartment shared with his brother that he doesn’t think he’ll make it. He steps on this last butt and promises he won’t pick up another pack, then ducks in a dark alley. There’s light snoring in a corner where a guy’s passed out on a stained mattress. They’re in their twenty back then. He thinks the guy would be cute if you looked passed his filthy clothes, his stringy hair and his track marks. Eric, as the middle brother in a series of three, has a bit of a sadistic streak from torturing baby bro, Evan. But, since this is just between us, he also has a masochistic streak being under the thumb of his much older bro, Eli, who’s pretty much a sociopathic monster. (Yeah, he’s in a family that likes E names.) He whips out his cock and pees on the cute guy snoring away. He immediately regrets it. Tommy sputters waking from a dream of being in a warm bathtub, sharing it with a long-ago boyfriend. Since deceased. Brain cancer. Didn’t know him at the end. Part of his depression leading to this particular alley. “What the fuck,” he blurts, once he realizes what splashed in his face. “Motherfucker!” He wobbles to stand. The mattress isn’t helping him with his balance. “The fuck you think you’re doing, man?” “Sorry,” Eric says, really meaning it. He doesn’t know why he did it. It would be something Eli would find funny and Evan would think him a pig for doing. Devil and angel on his shoulders, always. His bi-polar problem. Tommy’s feisty and up in his face, but seeing the guy’s a head shorter than him he knows he could take him if it came to that. But the guy’s orneriness mixed with him being destitute makes him sympathetic in Eros’ eyes. He really is genuinely sorry. “Didn’t know you were there till I heard something. I turned to see, and I guess it was you snoring,” he lies. “Now I smell like piss. Fuck dude. Why’d you gotta do that?” “Totally my bad, friend,” Eric confesses, now kind of disgusted about the whole thing. “Get you a cup of coffee. Peace offering.” Tommy looks him up and down as best he can in the shadows—a streetlight on the sidewalk doesn’t bring much light this far back, which is kind of the point. A part of him is completely humiliated. Another part is indignant. But another part of him is ravenously hungry. “And a donut,” he interjects. “Sure,” agrees Eric. “Get you one at the Korean market.” Tommy wipes his face on his sleeve, looks at his dirty blue and grey—used to be blue and white—striped shirt. He sees most of the fucker’s piss hit him in the face not his clothes. Is he supposed to be happy about that? He’s sure he still stinks, just not of piss. Eric rummages his pockets and finds a pack of tissues, gives it to the guy. The guy wipes his wet face. Hands back a damp tissue. “Keep it,” Eric says, as they make their way to the Korean store. It’s a warm night for fall. Leaves brown or missing, but pleasant for October. Tommy hesitates outside the market. He knows the Korean lady doesn’t like when he comes in. The tall asshole brings out two coffees and a donut in a paper bag. Glazed. His favorite but he won’t say that. They walk to the edge of the park and sit on a series of benches far enough apart that it looks like they don’t know each other. Tommy’s gobbles half the donut before Eric asks, “You live here long?” Tommy sucks the sweet sugar off his fingers and scoffs, “Yeah, right.” Tommy slowly savors the second half of the donut. In a way he doesn’t want the asshole to leave. First person to actually talk to him in as many days as he can remember. He’s shivering as he drinks his coffee. The caffeine’s not mixing well with him coming off his buzz. Quarter of his donut left, he feels compelled to cross-examine the guy, “You live around here?” “I do,” Eric replies. “Grew up here in the Bronx. You?” “Massapequa. It’s on Long Island.” “I know it’s on Long Island. I go to Jones Beach all the time.” He sees Tommy look away from him. “My parents are in Westchester now, but I have an apartment here with my brother.” Tommy takes one of two last bites. “Lucky you.” Tommy’s back in snide, could give a shit mode. He sees Eric slap his knee and is done with him. “Hey, thank you,” he says quickly. He realizes he hasn’t really thanked someone is a long. He means it, too. Eric looks at him and sees he means it. Tommy’s down to the final bite of his donut, gets up wiping his hands on dirty jeans. Thinks for a moment for something else to say. He’s got nothing. “Got any spare change?” It’s the default go-to tape always running in his head. Eric’s on his feet, reaching in his pocket. He’s almost grateful to play this role. He pulls out eighty-seven cents in change and gives it to the bum. His fingers are always counting coins in his pockets because, well, that’s Eric. He notices the bum takes the handout with cupped palms. He’s examining the coins. He’s a little stooped over. This annoys Eric. The bums not old enough to stoop. He’s his age. Maybe younger. Hard to tell because of the dirt. “No problem,” he says, and leaves to go make dinner for him and his brother. Every time he passes the alley now, he looks for the guy he pissed on. He never sees him there. Then one weekend, on a mild winter afternoon, the measliest traces of snow piled in the corners of buildings, he’s returning from the gym and there’s the guy at the subway entrance—not his subway line, which is a few blocks away—and the guy’s hands are cupped, he’s stooped again like some old beggar. He’s hassling the few pedestrians going down to catch their train. At first he pretends not to notice him, but he sees recognition in the guy’s face. But the guy doesn’t say anything, and he’s not going to say anything. So he keeps walking, picking up his pace. Now when he passes that same empty alley he feels guilty. Not every time, just some days. He sees the guy often at the subway entrance. When it’s really cold he imagines he’s downstairs. One Friday night when he’s coming back late from work, he’s so tired he misses a connection so he has to take a different line that ends up at this particular station. It’s February and bitterly cold. His brother Eli is spending the weekend in Westchester with Evan and his parents, pumping the folks for a loan so he can marry the fiancé he’s had on the hook since high school. She’s recently put her foot down. He’s got one, too, a fiancé, though for him it’s only been two months since he proposed. Him and his brother joke about who’s getting the ol’ ball and chain first. He’s walking to the exit and, on the opposite platform, there’s the guy in a maintenance door alcove. A couple of cops are hassling him with their nightsticks. Officer one says he can’t sleep there. He’s got to move on. In his tattered coat, the guy struggles to stand. He’s high, it’s obvious, but he’s aware enough to know that the cops aren’t going to let up till he’s gone. A subway screeches into the station and he heads for it. Officer two blocks his path. “Outside,” he says. Eric watches through the gap between subway cars, sees the guy stumbling up the platform steps. He and guy meet at the passageway between platforms, and walk next to each up to the street. The guy won’t acknowledge him, which kind of bugs Eric, but he also sees the guy has a sliver of pride still in him. Or maybe the guy’s just so high he doesn’t recognize him. The wind’s howling on the street. There’s a few snowflakes in the air but the weather report says they’re about to get hit by the season’s first nor’easter. Eric steps in front of him and places a hand on his chest. The guy slaps it away. “Hey,” Eric says, trying to get the guy to look at him. “You got somewhere to go?” “Fuck off,” he says. He couldn’t tell you what day it is but he knows for damn sure he’s doesn’t need this pissing asshole’s help—things you remember when most everything else you don’t. In more than one shelter he’s been told freezing to death isn’t a bad way to go. His alley mattress had been tossed but that alley was out of the wind. For right now that’s all he cares about. Eric stops him again. “Listen, dick wad, I asked you if you had a place to go.” The guy stares at Eric. His eyes are glassy, pupils dilated the size of dimes, his eye dart left to right several times to see how much this guy is going to fuck with him. He’s a little afraid of him because of his size, but he’s been beat up before. So who fuckin’ care. “Well, do you?” the guy demands. “Sure, I got a suite at the Waldorf, now get the fuck out of my way,” he says, trying to push Eric aside. But the guy’s big and doesn’t budge, so he ends up bumping into him. He just stands there. His face buried in Eric’s chest. Eric rest his chin on top of his head. He smells. Well, what’d he expect? “C’mon,” he says, practically dragging him by his threadbare coat. Tommy, freezing and tired, doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist. At the stoop of Eric’s apartment, Eric asks him if he’s got a name. “Everyone’s got a name,” Tommy says, struggling up the stoop. “Tom. Tommy Price.” “Tommy P.,” Eric taunts, brightly. “The famous Mr. T paying me a visit.” Tommy gives him the stink-eye as he’s let into the building. This guy, he reckons, really is an ass. As soon as they’re in the apartment, Eric forces him into the shower. It’s a pretty big three bedroom apartment. One room for his older brother, one for Eric. The third bedroom was supposed to be for Evan, but since he’s still in high school he lives with their folks. So right now the bedroom’s empty, except there’s piles of GQ magazines all over the floor. All belong to Eric’s. Eric’s in the kitchen heating up a can of sloppy joe mix when a wet Tommy, wrapped with a towel around his waist, another one over his shoulders, wanders in. He seems lost, but looks a hundred times better than twenty minutes ago. Eric sniffs him. “Presentable,” he pronounces, to which Tommy sneers back. “Hungry?” Tommy flops in the chair, still tweaking but starting to get his bearings. “Fuckin’ kidding me?” He looks at the label on the counter. “Manwich?” he scoffs. Eric opened two buns on separate plates and divvies up the meat. “Got another dinner engagement, you’re welcome to leave.” “Fuck you,” Tommy says, snatching the plate and starts scarfing it down, orange sauce staining his sparse beard. In between open mouthfuls, he says, “I’m back in my fifth grade cafeteria!” He looks up at Eric. “You live in this big place alone?” He’s impressed but tries to not show it. “Nah, told you it’s me and my brother.” “What’s with the room with the nudie magazines?” “GQ, not nudie magazine,” Eric snaps, indignantly. “Right,” says Tommy, as he finished his sandwich. “You want another?” Tommy’s not one to refuse an offer. “Ab-so-lute-ly,” he says, merrily. He hasn’t felt warmth in his belly since he doesn’t know when. When it relaxes, Eric sees Tommy’s got a nice face, pretty almost, with a cute dimpled smile. The track marks, though, are definite off-putting. As he’s fixing Tom’s second round, Eric says, “So you can’t stay in my brother’s room, but I got a rollout under my bed.” “Sure. Whatever.” Tommy reaches up to relieve Eric of the plate before he might change his mind. Deep into the second sandwich, he asks while he chews, “So, like, what’s your name?” “Eric,” he says. He swallows. “Got a last name?” “Why?” “Just wondering. Most people do?” “Jones.” “Eric Jones. Sounds like an alias,” Tommy says, finishing the sandwich, then starts licking his bright orange fingers. “It’s okay. Lot of guys use phony names.” Eric laughs sardonically. “Well it’s my name.” “And you’re gay.” “No!” Eric states, emphatically. “What makes you think I’m queer?” It’s what Eli’s always accused him of, sometimes joking, sometimes not—now he’s pissed. “Why’d you ask me up here? Your brother out and all.” “You know what? I made a really bad call. You probably need to get out of here.” Eric won’t look at him as he’s taking the plates, spraying them in the sink, shoving them in the dishwasher—Tommy’s up on his feet saying sorry, sorry. Eric slams the dishwasher’s door. He leans his back against the counter, arms crossed. “My bad, man,” Tommy’s pleading. “Look, I’m an idiot. I never thought you were queer.” He’s backpedaling as fast as if his life depended on it. “No, man. I just didn’t know what was up, y’know? Like if you were expecting—” “I’ve got a fiancé,” Eric interjects. “A place in Scarsdale we’re moving to. At some point.” Tommy’s silent, like, whatever, doesn’t matter to him. Eric’s frustrated, exasperated. “Fuck I’m explaining to you for.” Then: “No good deeds goes unpunished, do they?” “Wouldn’t know,” Tommy says, drudging through the apartment looking for his clothes. “I try to avoid good deeds. So, where’s my clothes? I’ll leave.” “In the washer.” Tommy purses his lips. “So, what, now you’re shanghaiing me? Or you gonna throw me naked on the street? What’s the deal, man?” Tommy’s now frustrated, too, but more than anything he’s confused. “Sure. I’m kidnapping a bum off the street.” “I ain’t a bum.” “Sorry. I take a kid off the street—” “I ain’t a kid either.” A tremor goes through his body. He wraps the towel for warmth around his shoulders. He doesn’t want the asshole to see it, but his trembling is beyond his control. “You want a robe?” Tommy tries to mouth yes as his teeth chatter, but he knows a robe won’t stop his shaking. He knows what will. Eric goes to his bedroom and comes back with a thick terrycloth robe. Tommy takes the towel off his shoulders, puts on the robe. He pulls the towel from his waste and Eric glimpses a red and black tattooed demon from navel to cock on Tommy. He ties the robe and wraps his arms around himself, which doesn’t keep his teeth from chattering. Tommy’s agitated, thinking through what he’ll need to do to score: who; where. “So, when my clothes dry I’ll leave.” “Shut the fuck up.” The washer buzzes and Eric goes in the laundry room. There’s banging of metal, appliance doors opening and closing, clicking, then a whir of a dryer. “You don’t have to fuckin’ leave.” Tommy is again search the apartment. “I had a coat when I came in.” “In the hall closet. Don’t worry. I didn’t steal your stash, or whatever. An empty baggie fell out. I just threw it out.” “In here?” Tommy asks, going through the kitchen garbage can. He finds the baggie. Opens it. Rubs his finger getting any residual powder and spreading it over his gums. Eric looks on, repelled. “Better now?” Tommy looks slightly relieved. “You smoke?” he asks Eric. “Cigarettes?” Eric responds. “No. Smoke crack. Yes, cigarette.” “I quit. My brother might have left a pack,” Eric says, leaving the kitchen. He returns with a filtered cigarette and gives it to Tommy. Tommy gives a mock bows, then rips off the filter and tosses it in the trash. He bends over the gas stove and gets it lit. Tommy leans back on the stove and is as serene as Eric’s ever seen him. “So, what d’ya feel like doing? Little late news? Round of canasta?” Tommy arches a playful eyebrow. “What do you and your brother do at night?” Eric doesn’t like the implication. “Sleep, which is what I’d like to do. I bet you can’t though. You’re gonna be up all night?” “No. I’ll conk out at some point.” He follows Eric to his bedroom bringing the ashtray from the kitchen with him. The room’s Spartan. No poster, books, or pictures; a few CDs and CD player; a bong on his nightstand; and there’s a large TV on top of his chest of drawers. His closet, though, Tommy notes, is stuffed with nice clothes. “Wouldn’t mind falling asleep to a movie. Been a while since I did that. Smoke bother you?” Eric shakes his head and pulls a foam mattress from under the bed. Puts some sheets on it. He throws Tommy a blanket who tucks it under his arm. Eric turns on the TV, gives Tommy the controls, and tosses a couple of pillows from his bed on the foam mattress. Tommy quickly props himself up with the pillows. Tommy sets the ashtray next to him, stubs out his half-finished smoke, and flips through the channels till he finds an old black and white movie. He turns the sound way down so the actors are barely audible. Eric hangs his shirt and khakis in the closet. Crossing in front of the TV, he slips off his underwear with an attentive Tommy watching. He finds his gym shorts and slips them on. The room’s quiet except for the couple on TV. “If you want water or anything, you know where the kitchen is. You okay till your clothes dry?” “Don’t have much choice, do I?” Tommy’s looking up at Eric as he climbs into bed and shutting off the light. Blue lights flicker across the ceiling. Lauren Bacall’s sultry voice taunts Humphry Bogart, “You know how to whistle, Steve?” Tommy and Lauren speak as one: “You just put your lips together and blow.” The TV cuts to a car commercial and Tommy hits mute. Now it’s just blue lights and silence. Eric flips over on his side facing the wall. Under the covers, Tommy opens his robe and starts stroking his cock. This goes on for some time. A steady swishing of the cotton sheets. Tommy’s breathing. Tommy stops. Listens. Starts up again. He’s beats off for a while. Stops. Listens. Listens some more. What’s he listening for? For Eric’s reaction. He knows Eric’s awake. He’s too quiet to be sleeping. Eric, in fact, is barely breathing. Eric’s listening, too. Tommy can hear him listening. Tommy puts a hand under Eric’s sheets, finds Eric, who jumps and is now tense as a trapped hare. Tommy’s hand stays on Eric’s ribs, waiting for rejection, but it doesn’t happen. His body flows up into Eric’s bed. His hand reaches around Eric’s flat rippled stomach. Eric’s actually trembling. Tommy is at his neck. Gives his neck a soft peck, then his collar bone. His hand runs up Eric’s chest, turning him on his back. He runs his hand through the soft pelt of his chest. Up to his shaved chin, his clenched jaw, his open eyes staring straight at the blue dancing lights on the ceiling. Tommy slides himself up. Over his lips. Leans down so they meet. Eric puts out his hand, touches Tommy’s beard, not to stop him, but to feel whiskers for the first time. He’s never had a man’s this close to his face before. A new sensation. Beard on his skin. Whiskers brushing across his lips. A sparse blond beard on his cheek. It answers his question of what it would be like. Now he knows. Eric's erect like he’s never been before. Tommy finds it through his gym shorts and starts stroking him, disappearing under the covers, pulling off the shorts. Eric jumps as Tommy’s mouth devours his cock. His big cock’s never been deep throated, and he can’t believe a throat can swallow his member down to his pubes. But Tommy’s down there, his cockhead buried deep inside his throat. It’s enough to make him cum on the spot, but Tommy rises from under the sheets and straddles Eric’s waist. His wet cock pokes at Tommy’s ass and slowly Tommy’s lowers himself onto it. “You have Vaseline or anything?” Tommy asks. “Something you beating off with?” Eric takes a tube of KY from his nightstand and hands it to Tommy. Tommy lubes his hole and Eric’s mammoth rod, and eases down on the cock, lowering himself slowly, excitedly, till this butt rests amid Eric’s pubes. Then he starts writhing slowly, grinding his ass against Eric’s rock hard cock, pleasuring him with long strokes—from his tip then plunging down to his base. Eric runs his hands along Tommy’s sides, feels his smooth, flat chest, and for the first time grabs hold of a cock that’s not his own. Tommy’s hard, too, and Eric stroking him makes Tommy pounce on his cock that much harder. They’re easily in synch with one another’s bodies, as natural as one hand washing the other. Tommy plays with Eric’s nipples. It’s another new sensation. Eric’s not sure if he likes it, but apparently his dick does because he’s fucking Tommy’s ass harder still the more Tommy pinches his nipples. That’s not lost on Tommy, who tweaks Eric’s nipples even harder. Eric can’t hold back anymore, and bucks his cock into Tommy, holds his hips, fucking fiercely and spurting the most feral orgasm of his organized life. He’s loud and he doesn’t care. “Fu—uh—ck!” he shouts, taking Tommy’s hips and slamming them down repeatedly on his cock. Tommy’s right there spewing cum over Eric’s hairy chest. They keeping fucking after each of them has climaxed, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. One hand still washing the other. Tommy riding Eric’s cock, drawing out as much cum from him as possible, and Eric seeing that by stroking Tommy’s spent cock it makes him flinch and moan—a torture he gets off on, inflicting small torments on this guy. “Stop,” Tommy begs him after he’s been milking him for quite a while, but that only makes Eric snarl and continues the torture. Tommy’s contributing, too, continuing to gyrate Eric’s big cockhead, but it’s getting softer and threatens to pop out. So Tommy stills Eric’s hand and simply rests on Eric’s deflating dick. Even flaccid, Tommy finds it still fills his ass with its enormous girth and length, and won’t come out even if he squeeze it. That’s a new one. He’s content to let it rest inside him for now, and Eric’s happy to have his cock buried in such a warm, wet ass. When Tommy leans over to lap up cum entwined on Eric’s neck, Eric’s cock oozes out along with a dribble of spunk. Tommy’s got of mouth full of cum and bends over to pass it to Eric. Eric turns his face to the side causing Tommy to frown. He slurps down the cum. “More for me then,” he says, and flops next to Eric. Eric turns to his side and kisses Tommy, tasting salty remnants of cum for the first time. So many firsts. He feels like he’s suddenly seeing color after living a lifetime in black and white. But he can’t see past tonight, even past this moment. How could he ever integrate this street person, this bum, a beggar, who’s opened his eyes to a spectrum of hues where he lived only in monochrome before? Would he pull Tommy up, or will Tommy pull him down? Tommy lights up the half-finished cigarette from the ashtray, lighting it with matches from Eric’s bong. Eric slips his arm under Tommy’s head, who rests it back on Eric’s shoulder. Eric plucks the cigarette from Tommy’s fingers and takes a hit. Still holding the cigarette, he lets Tommy take a drag. It’s like Tommy’s kissing his fingers. He is. Tommy’s finished with the dishes at the sink in their island shack. He removes the cigarette from Eros’ fingers, takes a hit before giving it back. “Time to sit and spin.”

I’m a bottom with a 9” cock. My problem is when I’m in group settings. It’s difficult to have guys concentrate on my ass with such a big cock. But usually when guys see me getting fucked they see me for the bottom I am. Because I’m bi and also fuck girls I would not want a smaller cock but it does hinder me some at gay group orgies.

Had my first time with a Catholic priest. I was a closeted altar boy then, struggling with myself denying that I was gay. The moment we met I realized the erotic sparks between us, as he was a hot hunk. A friendship grew, we had interesting hour-long conversations throughout the next days and weeks, and when he told me that he was gay, I was in shock, thinking of my own struggles. He was everything that I had been denying to become, but secretly dreamed of being: out of the closet, proud of it and owning it, with experiences of gay love, relationships and gay sex. He encouraged me to live my best life as a gay man, and he convinced me not to get lost in watching porn and to dream away my life, but in fact to become one of those fuckers that I was dreaming of being. And that I would be able to find love with a man one day. I was young, naïve, scared, insecure, terrified of coming out, but he didn’t stop convincing me patiently, cause he saw a potential in me, that I was keeping on denying. For weeks we didn’t speak out what was already obvious: that we’re horny for one another and would sooner or later end up in bed together. The thought was scary - I was afraid of being gay or becoming that if I would give in to lust, and I was afraid of sinning with a priest with all my religious conservative background. All of that made it the more hot and tempting. I once asked him, if he doesn’t see any issues with being a priest and having sex. I was amazed about his reply: “The circumstance that I’m a priest has never changed or reduced the function of my dick!” He never forced me into anything and respected my limits, but at some point, neither of us couldn’t fight it anymore… It happened finally all of a sudden, one trigger and we couldn’t rip off our clothes and rush to the bedroom fast enough, I experienced with him for the first time the state of being primal, animalistic and brainless, and the time frame during sex, when time stands still, like being in another world, being another person, forgetting everything what you had been before, only to live for the moment and only to live to fuck like there’s no tomorrow. The magic of being driven like by an outer force, and to give in to sex drive, losing control… It was magic and I’ll never forget how many stars I was seeing being inside of him. That was exactly 20 years ago. I still get emotional (and hard) thinking of that. That very fuck changed my life. The literal point of no return. He taught me to love myself and to own my desires and to be proud of them, and not to give a fuck what others think. He convinced me to see me being gay as a gift, and to enjoy gay sex the way I want unapologetically. And not to fear it as a sin, but to see the joy of gay sex as nature’s gift. Since he has moved away, we are hardly in touch anymore, but I owe endless gratitude to him for my today’s self-esteem, for all the men afterwards, that I met, that I loved, and that I fucked.

5 hours by train from Cologne to Berlin (570km Across Germany), late summer, 2019. Met him online, both of us understood pretty soon that we click similarly: cock driven, always horny (especially during that late summer time), ready to fuck on the first date. But the main point was: at that time, I had never been in Berlin before, and met that guy from Berlin online by chance. He spoke with enthusiasm how welcoming and horny the guys use to be there, and assured me that I would have a hot time there, apart from getting to know the city. So I planned a short vacation for some days for sightseeing and sex, and I had nothing to lose. If we didn’t get along well in real life, I thought there would still be plenty of fish in the water 😁👍🏽 Arriving there, we got along well, and he was the first fuck mate of several to follow throughout the holidays there before I went back home.

I'm 100% with you on this. A man's seed needs to be cherished. Earning a man's seed and having him fuck it deep inside you is an honor. Once he's bred it up into your gut, that's where it stays. I want men to fuck and breed me who really want/need to get their cum in my hole and want it to stay there. When I'm cherishing a breeders load, I'm thinking about him as I feel him inside me as I go about my day. My goal is always 100% absorption.

Ten minutes ago. My boy, Drew spent last night with my buddy Steve and his mates. He came home an hour ago and wanted a load from his Daddy. I undressed him. He smelled fucking amazing, covered in the sweat of 4 men. I kissed him deep as I fingered his wet hole. He told me they used him all night and he took 4 loads up his ass and 2 in his mouth - he still had cum in his stubble which I licked off. I put him belly down on our bed and spread his legs wide then I shoved my tongue deep in his well-used hole. He was full of fukkin cum and tasted great. I was horny as fuck so I mounted him and put several strong thrusts up his cum-filled asshole and shot my load into him. I fuck Drew most days but I love it when he gets fucked and loaded by other men for my pleasure.

Part 2 I made sure my head was down and ass was up when I heard the door open and then close fairly quickly. I heard footsteps coming toward the bed and shook my ass a little to show the goods. “Fuck, yeah, that’s what I need.” I could hear him pull his zipper down and thought “Fuck yeah, this guy is definitely my ideal.” I felt his hands spread my cheeks to see my hole and then a finger slid in. “Not too loose; I like that. That a rock up your ass?” Clearly the shard was still dissolving, no use lying. I nodded my head, hoping it wasn’t a dealbreaker for him. “Fucking a, a hot ass and a T slut. This my lucky day.” He saw condoms on the bed and said, “What the fuck? I thought this was a raw scene.” I quickly explained that it was for the guys who show up and want to fuck safe. There’s always the party poopers. “Fuck those losers. Raw is raw.” I saw out of the corner of my eye him reach down and grab the condoms and the bottle of lube. I heard the sound of him lubing his cock and then he placed the head of his dick at my hole. This thing was huge. He began pushing in, but even with the shard and lube, it wasn’t going. A bottle of poppers, with no label, was dropped by my head. “Take 3 hits each nostril, hold them until I tell you.” I did as directed and was immediately blown away; these were fucking strong. “Tap the pillow when you can’t hold them any more.” I waited as long as I could before tapping out at about 10 seconds. “Release.” I knew what was coming and it was exactly as I expected. As I released the poppers and started to feel the effect, he pushed as hard as he could and his knob broke through my ring. Between the poppers and shard, there was pressure, but I didn’t feel any pain. His cock was average in thickness and length, so it slid balls deep immediately. “Ready?” I nodded. He pulled back to the rim of his cock head before slamming back in. He did this about four times, to get me into a false sense of security. His next action, he yanked his cock completely out. I couldn’t help but to grunting pain. Before I could catch my breath, he shoved his cock back in and then pulled it out again. I hit the poppers to dull the pain and he began his final fucking. As this was going on, I heard the door open and close, and a guy coming towards the bed. The guy fucking me told the other he’d be done soon and the other guy only said, “Good.” The guy fucking me sped up and slammed balls deep, grunting and shooting deep in me. I never feel the cum hitting me when I’m getting bred, but I always feel the spasms. “Oh fuck that was good.” He pulled out and moved to my face. Immediately, the second guy was fucking me. “Clean my duck off; can’t have the girlfriend smelling you.” I opened my mouth and took his cock in. He asked me, “You neg?” Another trick question. I am undetectable, but like to play with guys. I nodded my head, indicating I was. “Prep?” I shook my head no. “Fuck man, your just going to take any load without asking? Nodded my head. “Im definitely going to come back later and give you another pounding.” The door opened and another guy, actually two enter. The guy fucking me groans as he dumps his load in me and pulls out. No words, nothing from him. I feel a hand on my ass and two fingers slide up my hole. “Damn, lubed up for me.” I feel his cock head at my hole as his dick slides in. The guy in front of me says, “Give me your phone.” I think about refusing or asking why, but I don’t. I point to the top of the bed and watch as he moves to pick it up. “Code?” I give it to him and he unlocks the phone. He tells me he is going to all the sites, Grindr, anywhere I posted ads and respond with the location. I hear various comments from him, rejecting some and saying “Damn” a few times. All of a sudden he tells me to lift my head. I do and my phone is right in my face. “Tell the man fucking you what you want.” I knew he was recording a video and it was too late to do anything. “Fuck me man, give me your cum.” A new voice, the guy fucking me, “Yeah? Beg for it pig.” I begged and pleaded for him to shoot in my ass and add to the loads. “Here it comes boy.” He pounded several more times before slamming deep and shooting a huge load in me. It took a minute before he was done shooting and pulled out. The next guy, a heavier set guy based on hi stomach hitting my ass, entered my hole. The guy with my phone told the guy, have him clean you off. In seconds, the cock that just fucked me was sliding in my mouth. As I opened my eyes to look at his crotch. There was a scorpion tattoo to the left of his cock and a bio-hazard symbol to the right. I heard some talk between the two guys, with the second guy laughing and saying, “Not anymore.” He pulled out and got dressed as the guy fucking me shot his load and pulled out. Within moments, it was just me and the first fucker. He tossed my phone on the bed next to my face. “You have more guys on the way.” “You got anything to keep those loads in you?” I pointed to the nightstand drawer, “Butt plug.” He grabbed the plug and slid it in me. He told me to have fun and that he’d be back. The door opened as he left. Less than an hour, four loads, at least one of which was poz, probably toxic. I watched the video of me getting fucked and begging for the load. The tats were clearly visible. After about five minutes, there was a knock and the door opened and closed. Round 2

I’m a total bottom. For a while now I’ve been wishing my dick were a lot smaller, and wish I would stop getting erections so it would just stay tiny and limp like a clit. Do any other fellow bottoms also fantasize about this for themselves? I started wearing micro chastity cages more and more and absolutely hate any acknowledgment of my dick during sex... I don’t even like it called a dick, instead a ‘clit.’ I wouldn’t want it to be removed but I do like the idea of it being super tiny and unable to get hard. Makes me feel like much more of a sub. Have any guys had any luck with long term chastity? Did it shrink your dick?

Part 1 I love anonymous cum dump play at motels. Have had several successes (one, 18 loads from 16 guys - one guy came back for seconds and thirds.) There have also been some flood; but that’s to be expected. The last time I had a scene like this was the one with 18 loads. Hole remained tight and held the loads until the next morning, walking through Target, I could feel the cum dripping down my leg. I think some guys could smell it as they kept staring at me. Went into the bathroom and held my hand under my hole and let all the cum out. Just as I was about to use it to jerk off, the door opened and a guy walked in. Bypassed the urinals and stopped right in front of my stalk, standing and watching me through the crack. I sat and waited, clock hard and sticking up. Guy, who I thought may be plain clothes security, unzipped his pants, fished his cock out. I heard him whisper, “Open your door, i can smell your need for cock. We all can.” Figuring, “What the hell,” I unlocked and opened the door. There in front of me was one of the guys I noticed, bearded, late 30s probably, with a ring on the finger. Married straight guy. JACKPOT!!! Knowing my role, I stood up, turned around and showed him my ass. I reached my hand back, filled with spunk, and rubbed some in my crack and into my hole. I was shocked and very turned on when the guy grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick, telling me, “Lube me up faggot.” I stroked his cock, making sure to lube his head and shaft heavily. “Enough. Spread ‘em fag.” I kicked off my shorts from one foot, spread my legs to get a good stance, and then reached back to spread my cheeks as ordered. “Fuck, faggot, you look like you had some fun.” He stepped forward, placed his cock head at my hole and told me, “Be quiet.” With that he rammed in balls deep in one thrust and I fought to hold in the scream. Even with all the fucks, it hurt like hell. He did not waste time, or allow me to get used to his dick. He began tucking me hard and fast, telling me, “The wife’s waiting for me.” I moaned in ecstasy when he said this. He laughed and said, “You know it faggot. She won’t let me do this to her,” pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. “Gods thing that faggot sluts like you are so horny for straight guys and will bend over whenever we tell you.” He proceeded to stop talking and intensify his pounding of my cunt. He slammed in one more time, telling me, “Take my straight load in your cunt faggot.” He shot several times before pulling out. I immediately spun around and dropped to my knees. I engulfed his cum covered cock to the base, cleaning it, his pubes and balls of all traces of cum. “Fuck yeah, full service faggot. Hole and cleaning. Back off, I gotta take a wicked piss.” I only tightened my lips, looked up at him and nodded. “No fucking way.” He released and pissed down my throat. He shoved his clean and soft cock back in his pants. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, “Give me your number. I’m going to need that cunt more.” I scribbled my number on some toilet paper and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket and walked out. Fast forward six years, married, started partying, but fewer allowances to do scenes like this. Until now. Husband had to go out of town for a week to “Find himself.” That’s great, you do that. I will find myself in my own way. I placed adds on BBRTS, Grindr and anywhere else I could think of. Still mourn the loss of Craigslist personals. About 8 guys expressed interest. So I reserved a room at a cheap, rundown motel in Denver and drove up Saturday. I checked in and realized this was the perfect setting. Room was a bed, table and bathroom. Lighting was already dim with only two lights. The bed was king size, trashy blanket and sheets. Most important - the door was not an new door. Latch on top fir safety, but heavy and out of shape. I could push the food halfway closed, and it wouldn’t move easily. Perfect for it to remain open. After cleaning out very deeply (never know what might come up) I placed very explicit and direct ads on all the sites: “Anonymous motel pump n dump. Hotel name and room number sent in first reply; no long messaging. Door is open, room dimly lit. I’ll be face down, ass up, blindfold optional. You knock, cum in, fuck me, breed me and leave. Multiple cummers can stay and fuck as long as you need. Otherwise, you need to get going, no staying to watch. Here are the rules: no making appointments. You show up and take your chance of walking in on me getting fucked, or another coming in while you’re fucking me. If you’re not down with this, then this isn’t the scene for you. Only limits are women/pain/blood and the like. Fucking can be mild to wild, your choice. I can take it hard, so feel free. Primary focus is on getting fucked and seeded, but other stuff can be involved, if it goes there.” Within 10 minutes, I was getting hits on Grindr but had to deny some who wanted to use condoms; did you even read the ad? The first wave of responses included 5 successful catches who said they could be there anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes. One actually piqued my interest as his first message was, “Fuck boy, I’m gonna take that ass apart. But I want to ask you a question first.” I thought about deleting him until he sent a picture of his cock and the PA that was in it. I responded back, “Fuck I need that cock. What’s the question?” He responded quickly, “You party?” Fuck, the question that always causes a challenge. If I respond honestly, some guys get turned off. If I lie and say no, some guys end chat right away. I looked over at the nightstand where my bag of T shards was sitting. I thought about how to respond, and devised a plan. I replied, “Never done it, fantasized about it. Even came close a few times, but chickened out each time. You party?” No response for a couple minutes and I began to give up and check other responses. Then his message came in. “Yeah boy, I party and love getting boys like you spun up and use you. I have enough T to get you going. Wanna do it this time? No chickening out or turning back?” I knew, this was going to be a chance to fulfill two fantasies at once: getting raw fucked by a guy with a PA and to possibly get stealth drugged. I replied, “How will it work, what if I say no?” His reply was direct, “You won’t say no to me faggot. Now, am I doing you or not? I’m ending chat after this if you don’t answer correctly.” Not wanting to appear to eager, I took about 90 seconds to think about it. I replied, “yes,Sir,” and gave him the hotel name and room number, along with a map. His response was simple, “I know the place. 30 minutes until your life changes boy. Hopefully, you’ll be loaded for me. I don’t use lube.” With that, the chat disappeared from the window. I checked all the other sites, sent out info and was alerted to a new message on Adam 4 Adam. Simply said, “in parking lot.” I closed my tablet, hid it under mattress. I quickly lubed a finger to open my hole. I grabbed a nice sized shard from the bag, which joined the tablet. Little more lube on fingers and shard. Shoved it as deep and as hard as possible up my ass. It began burning as I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening. Here we go.

I’ve been doing anon pump and dump scenarios periodically over the last 10 years across mostly Canada and occasionally the US as both a top and bottom and I thought that I’d draft a guide document for anyone thinking of organizing it to be a cumdump bottom for the first time. Hope this helps and let me know if I’ve forgotten anything. Checklist of main things to pack (not exhaustive): Change of clothes Lube (I prefer vaseline as the main lubricator- cheap and will keep your hole operational the entire night and in addition, a small sized silicone lube placed on the bed where the top can spot it in low lighting. I prefer small sizes because I’ve had a top be way too excessive with the lube. Totally wasteful and messy) Condoms (obviously not our preference but I’ve found having it explicitly stated as an option in your ad raises your response rate substantially. You can always request them to cum on your hole afterwards or get the load out of the used condom afterwards. I’ve had some hot straight guys that will only do safe. Best not to restrict your options imo) Jockstraps (I bring spares because when one is soaked with cum and cold and clammy it’s a bit uncomfortable) Poppers (make sure the tops dont steal it afterward. I like the european ones that have the evaporation resistant caps so the poppers stay strong and avoids spillage which has happened to me before due to clumsiness and not being able to see) glasses/ contact case and solution (hotel rooms are dry and my eyes dry out after a couple fucks) Blindfold (the first few times I did it I cheated and used a see through blindfold (amazon) because I was scared that something would happen. But now I do it properly using a cheapie I think I got from dollar store - more of an immersive experience and I think the really paranoid discrete ones are more comfortable with a heightened level of anonymity. This is optional for some people depending on their comfort level I think. I don’t recommend going for any kinky mask or gear or hood etc without clearing it with your respondent first. I remember showing up as an anon top to a hotel room and the btm was decked out in gear. I would normally be ok with it but was just surprised and kinda pissed that he didnt at least give me a heads up. Laptop and hdmi cord (if you plan to play porn as an ambience. Personally when topping I’ve found the porn volume to be distracting if too loud and was a little nervous the neighbors would hear. Also you might not want to pull out anything too kinky. Alot of the respondents are straight and/or new to gay sex. They’re delicate - don’t weird em out before you get their load) Water (stay hydrated. Try to avoid eating though and absolutely no coffee unless you want to spend another 45 min douching) Phone charger Anything you need for comfort or to keep you entertained during your downtime when you’re waiting for the next guy Any cosmetic or bathroom items that you might need Duck tape (I use this to keep the door from locking. More sustainable than using the door latch which I’ve found some tops reset) Cap, optional (I like the sporty look.. Plus added bonus of keeping the tops from grabbing your hair if they make you suck their dick) Mouthwash (some guys will surprise you with unexpected kissing and cuddling so best have good breath in preparation for that. I personally love it when blindfolded - really heightens the experience without having the person’s attractiveness bias your state of mind.) Bottle douche or small plastic bottle of water Plastic bag (to put all your gross stuff in when you’re done) Any party drugs that you might use, a cumdump session is a good time for them (I guess kinda controversial but it makes it funner. Dont go overboard as you still want to retain the ability to react if the top starts to do sketchy shit like try and steal from you or be overly rough or something. I’ve never had any major problems like stealing etc. but I’ve had one guy be overly rough with a thick 8 incher - honestly not cool at all even with poppers and makes subsequent fucks less enjoyable and less accessible as the muscles tighten up. Since then it’s something that I keep in mind. Honestly, having a clear mind is much more enjoyable for me in my experience than say getting drunk before doing it. One of the cool things about anon is your heightened sense of awareness as you hear the top open the door, hear his belt buckle and his zip and feeling his body warmth before feeling his cock. It’s fun) Tips: Location is very important - don’t just choose a hotel/motel carelessly. I think tops are more likely to travel to you if it’s close by so pick somewhere densely populated. One time I picked a hotel that was right beside a truck stop rest area and got a good bit of trucker loads. Certain hotels have put in curfews due to covid where you need your room key to enter the front entrance. This sucks but is generally restricted to 3.5/4+ star hotels. A huge chunk of your respondents are discrete and some of them are next level paranoid. I’ve had guys cancel because the room location required that they pass through the lobby as opposed to being accessible from the parking lot. I personally use super 8 or travelodge if the location is ok because of parking lot access, price and I think they are less likely to react if they notice guys showing up . I’ve found the best rates to be on hotwire. I don't think it's a good idea to use your home as an anon pump n dump location. Although you're saving money, I think you risk theft of your possessions and revealing your identity to someone you may know or who may use this information against you. Not worth it. Call ahead (like the morning of) and request early check in. If they have clean rooms most will be ok with it. I’ve gotten in as early as 10 am (normal check in is 3pm) before. The more time you have the more loads you can get. Scheduling has never kinda worked for me. I think a reasonable standard allotment would be a 30 min interval. Most guys cum quick- like 5 min or less. I’ve found that being open about possible overlaps is preferable than having them be surprised. Remember, some of them are delicate - they will flee at the first sign of something not going according to plan. Douching needs to be done exhaustively until the juices run clear. Remember that you’re planning to get fucked for a long time frame so make sure you do it properly. I use a hose attachment that connects to my shower fixture( you can find it on amazon). Unfortunately, most hotels’ shower fixture can’t attach to it so you need a separate bottle douche or if you’re ghetto like me use a bottle of water (thin plastic is easier). Try to watch your diet the day before - keep it minimal and no coffee and no fatty foods. Avoid eating during your cumdump hours Obviously use a throwaway email account. Protect your identity and dont have your name anywhere. If you’re doing this locally, use a different grindr account. The last thing you want to do is hurt your normal hookup chances because the guys in your area now know you’re into anon cumdumping. In fact, it might be better to just head out of town and slut it up where no one knows you or could somehow recognize you. Most guys will be fine but a small set of guys will be troublesome. Occasionally you may come across tops that takes a wayyy too long a time to cum (imo 1hr+ cuz they want to edge and didnt bring it up beforehand is unacceptable), or that try to hang around and watch without asking (yes, very creepy), or that just can’t get it up at all (it happens, no judgement, but sucks from a sex point of view), or that completely ditch the concept of a pump n dump and start doing everything from massages to small talk to whatever (breeding is #1 priority!). This point might be controversial because I think some bottoms might take submissiveness to the extreme and just allow the top to do whatever but I feel like this approach can definitely screw up your plans for the day. The way I approach these scenarios is to be polite but clearly communicate that I’m not comfortable with this or that and if things really cant get back on track, then I suggest that maybe things arent working well today and maybe we should just call it off or take a break or something. Don’t be judgemental or critical - it might not be their fault or they didn’t understand the scenario or something. Be mindful that you are after all in a room alone with a stranger. Be kind but communicate clearly if you’re uncomfortable. Secure your valuables. Ideally the room has a safe. If it doesn’t, might be better to keep your wallet etc in the car than risk the chance of being exposed to theft. Keep any stuff that needs to be in the room hidden to minimize temptation. Just in case Example Ad template: Obviously, your ad is super important. Your goal is to maximize the number of loads you can get and you want to communicate your expectations as clearly as possible. Definitely include a picture as it will hugely affect your response rate. Spend some time to try and get a good butt shot that hopefully will pass through doublelist and locanto’s restrictions. I personally like natural lighting and an angle that makes your butt look as big as possible.I have no idea what their criteria is. I’ve had some butt pics pass but be rejected in a later ad and vice versa. Remember to renew your ads and repost them on the day. The majority of my respondent demographic has always been guys in their 40s to 50s, some married. So imo it makes sense to renew after standard work hours when they’re likely to be home and have free time. Make sure that all your stats and details are correct. I think many guys when browsing will be suspicious of fake ads so try and aim to be clear so there is no misunderstanding. Craigslist was by far the best platform for this kind of thing but y’know rip. I use squirt message boards, doublelist, locanto, bbrt and grindr. Takes some micromanaging but the more you can distribute your ad the higher the rate will be. Though understandably you may have preferences on the kinds of guys you want showing up, consider that 1) you wont see them anyways, you’ll just feel their dick if they stick to the standard pump n dump expectation 2) the majority of guys wont show up so you might not want to be too picky. I personally still request basic stats (though most will send in the first email) just because it’s nice to visualize when getting fucked by him and helps me kinda keep track of my fucks for the day. A template of one I used this past weekend is below. Other examples can be found in the cumdump poppers trainer video (google it). I posted an initial one 2 weeks before the date I was kinda aiming for to get an idea if anyone would be interested before committing to booking and setting a date. I then edited it the Friday of the weekend to include the date and location and either refreshed it or just posted a new ad. I got a decent response rate but I think there’s room for improvement. Just my speculation but I think certain key words in your ad might help or hinder you depending on the culture of your area eg cumdump, loads, pump n dump. Calgary kinda sucks for this kind of thing anyway. My largest response rate has been in Seattle so far. Pride week especially in whatever city is also a great time. Most guys regardless of city will not follow through, maybe 10-20% on an average session will legit show up. Saturdays or public holidays are good days to set up — Hoping to organize an anonymous pump and dump scenario at my hotel room. Me: <insert your stats> Scenario: The door will be left propped open. When you come in, the room will be dark and quiet and I'll be naked ass up face down blindfolded and in a jockstrap. Lube and condoms (optional) will be to the side of the bed. Pull your cock out, use my ass to bust a load, then zip up and head out. No strings, no complications, no bs. Just straightforward easy and convenient fucking. Completely discrete. I haven't set a date or location yet - just trying to get an idea if anyone would be interested. Serious only. Feel free to ask if you have any questions. — Overall, if you’re new to anon fun and thinking of trying it, I say take the plunge and go for it. It’s a different experience from a normal hookup and one major advantage is that a surprising number of hot (based on cock/body pic and when I used to cheat with my blindfold) straight/bi (unconfirmed) discrete guys will show up for this. It definitely helps though to do a bit of planning or think some things through beforehand.

Sometimes I think long and hard about why I'm so drawn to men and specifically, to cock. What actually is a cock worshipper? I think there's a difference between sucking dick and worshipping cock. To me, being a cock worshipper is basically like being a cock enthusiast. A cock worshipper loves cock in the same way another guy might love other interests like cars, sport, watches, or women. They're just really into the details of it; the way the head feels in their mouth, the way the shaft throbs, the sack of balls hanging there that need to be sucked and licked with care. The different types of cock, the different tastes of sperm, the different things guys like done to their cocks... But ultimately, what a cock worshipper really is in love with, is making men cum. It's maybe their favorite thing in life, and the best cock worshippers know that this is a big part of their life's purpose. A man cumming is abstract; it's a feeling, a place in time, a fleeting moment that is here then gone. It's an experience of the best pleasure we can feel as men. Cock worshippers are addicted to this feeling. A normal straight man loves this experience through their own cock, but a cock worshipper loves it so much that they lust to experience it through other men as well. They simply love the act of men cumming. A man's desire to worship cock is because of these reasons. Cock is the tool, the gateway to making a man cum. The shaft, the sensitive head, the balls, all of it was designed for the sole purpose of cumming. A cock worshipper loves penis, loves balls, loves the sight of them, loves how it feels, loves how it tastes in their mouth. They love how the shaft twitches, loves how the balls tighten up when he's close. They love cock and love doing things to cock because cock is the key to making a man cum. It's the tool to activating that event, to bringing those feelings of pleasure into existence. If making men cum is their purpose, then worshipping penis at the highest level is showing their love and dedication to their purpose. A cock worshipper loves sperm. Sperm is like a receipt. it's the evidence that a man is cumming, it appears only after the cock worshipper has done their job and used this cock to make this man cum. All of the energy and attention he put into the cock gives it back to him. He is rewarded with the spiritual accomplishment of making a man cum, and the sperm is the scientific evidence, the physical proof that this spiritual moment was achieved. There's no question then that a true cock worshipper loves sperm just as much as they love cock. They want to experience men cumming at the highest level, and there's really no higher level than tasting and eating the sperm while he's cumming. The next time you are getting cum shot in your mouth, think about the fact that you only get to experience this act, to taste this flavor, at the same time that a man is cumming and lost in pleasure. That load represents pleasure, love, making someone else feel good, which makes you feel good. This is what cock worshippers value the most in the world.

The Park, Again Matt is on AOL again on the next night. Surprisingly he gets into his city’s chatroom easily. Matt types “22/m/btm” in the main room and a guy he doesn’t know called “9x6forU” messages him. They start a hot chat, Matt asks for pics. He sees a huge cock. Matt returns with pics of his ass. The top says, “I’ll stretch you wide.” Matt says, “Do it.” Top says, “safe sex only here. U?” Matt sighs. He closes the chat…..boring. Matt strokes his cock thinking of the large dick, but the thought of a condom in his ass makes him less turned on. Matt knows he can get at least a hot bareback chat with another top. So, Matt drops “22/m/btm/” in the main room again. The chat box with “9x6forU” lights up again………”not into safe sex only?” Matt’s cock jumps a bit. He smiles. Matt types, “More like safe sex optional. 😊” The top’s messages start coming fast…..”That’s irresponsible.” “It’s the year 2000. We have had millions of guys die. I can’t believe your young and hot and so stupid.” “Do you want to die just because you like getting fucked” “Stupid slut!” And on and on. Matt blocks 9x6forU, but the guy starts typing in the main chat room all about what a slut and a bareback whore Matt is. Matt is mortified. He signs off of AOL. Matt is really freaked out. He sent that guy pictures of his face, body, ass, cock, everything. The guy could spread rumors and everything about him. Matt starts to cry. He freaks out. Unsure of what to do, Matt calms himself and goes for a run. While running, Matt tries to think things through, but he can’t talk to his friends about it – he promised them he’d stop fucking around bareback. Matt hasn’t seen Alexander in over a month, he can’t confess this to Chris because then Chris will know he’s a slut. Matt starts running faster as he is freaking out. FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! Matt runs hard and finally stops when he reaches the park where he hooked up with Bill and Mark. He let them both breed him here in this park. Fuck, Matt is conflicted. He can’t keep letting guys bareback him, even though it feels so good to admit he likes bareback sex more. Matt starts to get hard in his running shorts. Damnit. Matt sees some movement from the corner of his eye by the trees off the trail. He looks closer and there is a young dude giving another guy in his 20s a blowjob. Matt moves so he can get a closer view. Matt’s cock responds in his shorts. He is rock hard now watching the younger guy – college age – gives this sexy jock a sloppy blowjob. Matt stands between a few bushes and a tree watching as the blowjob. “That’s hot,” Matt hears. An older man, late 50s, some belly, grey hair with a beard, wearing a suit is standing next to Matt. Matt says, “Yeah.” Suit guy says, “Love to see young sluts work for a load.” Matt looks back and the guy has a big cock that he is rubbing in his suit pants. Matt licks his lips, but turns back to watch the couple. Suit guy says, “You like big dicks like mine?” Matt looks back at him again, but this time only at his cock. Matt nods. The suit guy rubs his cock through his suit pants and then opens his zipper and takes it out, stroking a large uncut cock. Matt watches suit guy. Suit guy says, “You like it? You like this big dick?” Matt nods. Suit guy says, “Mouth or ass?” Matt turns to face the couple again, watching the blowjob, Matt pushes his running shorts down and steps out of them and says, “Ass.” Suit guy reaches in his pocket and pulls out a condom, rolls it over his dick and says, “My lucky day. A horny young slut.” Matt looks back and says, “You like my ass?” Suit guy lines up his cock and says, “Fuck yes.” Suit guy starts sliding his condom covered cock in Matt. “Oh fuck. This is a good ass. Going to fuck this ass good.” Matt feels the hips of the older man on his naked ass. He feels the suit pants, belt (still buckled), and the pubes on his ass. Matt relaxes his ass. The top slaps his ass. “Tighten up slut. I like to feel you on my cock.” Matt tightens his ass for the man. Suit guy starts fucking Matt. He is saying things like, “You like that dick bitch? You like my dick fucking your ass?” Matt moans yes. Matt is watching the other couple. The guy getting the blow job is holding the sucker’s head now and face fucking him. The sucker is struggling. Matt is turned on by the scene. Suit guy pushes Matt’s shirt over his head and leans his body onto Matt’s back, “Watch that boy swallow that load while I fuck your hot ass.” Matt is now naked, except for his running shoes and socks, letting a man he doesn’t even know fuck him in a park. Matt is so turned on. His cock is so hard. He is moaning. He hears the suit guy say, “Oh shit boy. The condom broke.” The top doesn’t stop fucking him. Matt doesn’t move. The top says again, “The condom broke. Is that ok?” Matt is conflicted but doesn’t move or say anything. The suit says, “Fuck your ass feels so good without the condom. Is this what you want?” Matt doesn’t answer yet, trying to decide if this is what he really wants….a totally random suited daddy fucking him bareback in a park. Matt can’t decide. But the cock feels better now that the condom broke. Matt focuses on the cock inside him. He moans. The suit says, “You’re a whore aren’t you? Your ass feels so good without the condom. First ass in years without a condom. Fuck this feels so good. You like this without the condom don’t you?” Matt moans again and says, “Yes.” The top says, “Doesn’t matter right? You like me in you raw. You don’t mind that I’m fucking you without a condom. You like it without a condom?” Matt says, “Yes you feel good without the condom on.” The top pulls out, takes off the broken condom, and pushes his raw cock back into Matt’s unprotected ass. “You want my milk slut? Shot in your ass?” The top keeps fucking Matt. “You want that milk in you? Your slutty ass is going to get my load.” Matt is watching as the guy getting the blowjob holds the head of the college boy and throws his head back. Clearly the jock is cumming down the college kid’s throat. Matt says, “Yes. Cum in my ass. Give me your cum.” The suited top grabs Matt’s hips, pushes forward, and blows his load in Matt’s unprotected ass. He pulls out, wipes his cummy cock on Matt’s ass cheeks, zips up, says, “Thanks slut” and leaves. Matt gets dressed and jogs slowly home, wondering if the cum is leaking from his freshly fucked hole. When he gets home, he turns on AOL to assess the damage. There are 12 non-junk emails in his AOL inbox on his slut account – 1 from “9x6forU”’s real screenname blasting him. The other 11 are from local guys offering to fuck Matt bareback. Matt smiles. He is not alone – other guys want raw sex too. Matt emails all 11 guys back asking when they want to fuck him.

I like when he says "I'm a bout to breed baby" !

So this is a trip to meet one particular person rather than going cruising... Sameday/overnight within the UK: West London to Kent, Hull, Sheffield, Salford, Bristol and Blackpool. Weekend trips to Brussels, Antwerp, Eindhoven, Frankfurt, Hamburg, Cologne. Most were OK: Always, I have a plan B in case it goes awry. The most unreliable seem to be Central London or Birmingham or Manchester where guys have more choice and are less inclined to plan a meet in advance unless it's special, like a niche fetish interest.

I'm 45 and a workout bear. I took my first bare cock when I was about 24 after simply making eye contact with a guy at a cruisey park in Saint Louis. We were both in our cars and made eye contact. We exchanged no words, he simply motioned for me to follow him. We went to his place, he lay on the floor where I sucked him - and then sat on his dick and took his load in my hole. I was hooked! I would hit the video booths in St. Louis, and, as there only two back then, I would go over the bridge to Illinois and hit the video booths there. I was usually content with sucking a cock and swallowing the load, but if a guy said, "Turn around" or "Let me see that ass" - well, then it was his. I took several cocks in my ass in the booths or through the glory hole. Not large numbers of cocks, probably seven or eight, also taking, of course the guys' loads. Then when I moved to Florida I found myself looking quite frequently for cock on AOL. I was quite successful, regularly hooking-up with a couple guys who would fuck me bareback and give me loads. We never had a discussion about status. Every now and then a guy would use a rubber, but usually not. Then, in 2002 or so, I decided to road trip to Ft. Lauderdale, which was about an hour and a half away. I wanted to see experience a bathhouse - for the first time. I went to Clubhouse II and got a room. I believe it was Thanksgiving the first time I went. I knelt on all fours, ass in the air, lights dimmed, and within about 15 minutes I had some hung Haitian guy fucking my hole - with the door open. He fucked me for about 30 minutes and gave me a nice big load in my ass. Then I cruised a bit but never went in a dark hallway I noticed, however. Instead I would let guys check me out and then slowly go back to my room so they knew where it was. I took seven or eight cocks and loads that night. The next time was about 4 months later, this time I took my bottle of booze, some Xanax, and smokes. I popped a couple Xanax, drank a LOT of 151, and checked out the club a little more. After a while I went back and lay on my stomach, presenting my ass. In a short time a nice eight inch inch cock was fucking my bare ass. I didn't realize the door was still open. After the stud came in my hole another guy came in and played with my hole. That's when I noticed there were two more guys at the door stroking and watching. It dawned on me that a line was forming. In any event, the guy, hung about seven inches (and thick) started fucking me bare. He kept asking where I wanted his load. I said I wanted it in my ass. Apparently word spread quickly and I realized there was a guy fucking me, one kneeling on the bed in front of me, and one standing next to the bed feeding me his hard cock. Fucking hot. Around this time I faded a bit, I think someone slipped me a booty bump. When I gathered my senses, there were 3 different guys in those same positions. Fucking hot. I took all their loads. It was around bar closing time so more guys showed up. At that point I had an endless supply of bare cocks wanting to fuck me. And this was in 2002 or so so the poppers were the real thing. I LOVED the feeling they gave you. Getting dizzy, muscles all relaxing at once, and still being able to feel a big cock entering my asshole with no discomfort at all. Damn! I estimate I took about 12 loads that night at Clubhouse II. I had gone back a few more times, but never had quite the same experience. As far as I know I am still NEG. Was back in Saint Louis for vacation about 5 months ago and saw a POZ top that was looking for a total bottom. I figured fuck, why not. It was on BBRT and he had a nice big cock. I was visiting and didn't have a rental so he offered to come pick me up. We went back to his place and had a couple drinks and a smoke. Then we went upstairs and we undressed. He was about 5'9, avg build, brown hair and eyes. Very nice and relatively quiet guy. Not fem and not masculine. Just a laid back guy. He pulled out about a 8 1/4" POZ dick that was a little thicker than average. I was so turned on. I sucked him and got him hard. Now I love getting rimmed and he did briefly, but he said later he really didn't like to rim. That totally sucks because it really loosens me up when I get my hole tongue fucked good. Oh well, I wanted that cock. He put it in slow...and I asked some small talk questions like how long he had been POZ. He said only about 4 months and that he was undetectable. I didn't care, I wanted to get fucked. I bent over at the edge of the bed and he slid in just the head...as I need a few minutes to loosens up. Eventually he was all the way in me and fucking me steady with rhythm. That's just how I like it. So, I finally had a known POZ cock breeding me. I started some dirty verbal, which he said later did turn him on, but he himself wasn't verbal. DAMN. It's OK though. I was telling him his big POZ cock felt so good inside of me, please knock me up with ur poison seed. Breed me and get me pregnant, I want ur hot POZ load. It was kick ass. I then laid on my back and pulled my legs up and he entered my hole again. I love to reach around and feel a big dick going in and out of my hole. I continued to beg him for his seed. After another 20 minutes or so his face began to contort and I could tell he was going to cum. I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way into me. He grunted and unloaded a big gob of POZ cum in my NEG ass. It was fucking amazing. He kept fucking it in for a few minutes then pulled out. I felt my hole and it was messy with his POZ cum. I had to taste some too. I then cleaned his cock off with my mouth, tasting my hole and his POZ cum all mixed together. We showered and he dropped me off. We did this a couple more times later as well. Hot dick. I hope to get some more of his seed too, soon. I have been checking a lot of the POZ guys out in St. Louis on BBRT and Adam4Adam. I hope to get more POZ loads from other guys too. It's so fucking hot. It may have taken me awhile to seek out POZ loads, but I must have taken some before at the Bathhouse. I did finally go in the dark hallway up front at Clubhouse II. Holy shit that was a hot experience. I was fucked by four different guys and sucked two loads in the dark. I didn't really care what a guy looks like, although I draw the line where a guy is too old or too fat, but other than that, I am not picky. I just want that load. Does that make me a bug chasing whore? =-)

I found this story this afternoon and was hooked from the first paragraph. Your writing is so vividly detailed, I was drawn in like a moth to a flame. Your words brought every scene to life, I became so absorbed that I felt like I was watching a 3D movie. Few people in this world are are blessed with such a gift and I want to thank you for taking the time to share this novella with us. There's one other writer here (losolent), who is also a truly excellent wordsmith. He also has the capacity to bring his words to life and make me feel like I'm a voyeur. I'm absolutely stunned and thrilled at finding your post here today. I feel like I've found a piece of treasure❤️

about 20 minutes ago ... walking the dog, over by Ramrod ... a guy that had been taking loads all night, in the parking lot on the corner ... was getting fucked between a couple of parked cars ... all he said was let me suck your Cock ... so I did ... the guy fucking him at the moment pulled out so the guy could taste all the loads in his Hole, so I took his Hole ... loads splashed out onto my jeans ... it was hotttt ... pumped my Sperm up his gut ... walked back home with the dog ... feeling great ...

Lol….I’m such a pig. Taking a break from an 18-hour session. We all decided to shower, eat a little, hydrate …. Before we continue our game of darts. I’ve got 4 poz loads in my ass - I gave 3. Wondering what the count will be after the next round.

I've been pretty sexual for as long as i can remember but on the kinky side I've always been into watching guys piss, I was always trying to sneak a peek of guys taking a leak... my dad used to piss with the door to the bathroom open and i used to be able to look at a certain angle from my room and see the mirror that was behind/above the toilet and i could watch my dad piss in the mirror. I loved underwear too, I used to sneak my dads underwear out of the dirty laundry and sniff them and wear them... that lead to me stealing my friend's and their dad's underwear from the laundry when i would go for sleep overs, even as a teen i'd steal underwear and jock straps during sleep overs or if i was alone in the lockerroom etc. Have always been a voyeur too, used to spy on my parents and my slutty older sister fucking when ever I could and also spied on my dad jerking off too. I used to play under the kitchen table on weekends do i could see into my dad's robe and see his bulge or his cock when he wasn't wearing underwear under his robe. I've been into playing with my ass too as long as i can remember, with fingers and various other objects i could find.

I'm a top that can fuck for quite a while before cumming. The more verbal and nasty the bottom is, the quicker they'll get my loads.

True, that pic even looks like as if every guy is of the same age within their 20s! (Although the pic looks hot!) A great group orgy should be full of variety - at least one man of every adult decade. That would be an exchange of age, wisdom and experiences, physically sealed by breeding each other.

i'm not opposed to face pics but have taken a few thousand anonymous cocks and have maybe ever seen their face 10% of the time? Which is maybe a little strange because i'm a very romantic guy and would love to be in love... and have fallen for a few hook ups and/or fuckbuddies. i love to kiss, but not just anyone, and it's not all about looks, more energy for me. Which is not to say i am unaffected by looks, it's just not a primary criteria for me. A Guys energy and desire are a lot bigger factors for me. Most of my sex has been anonymous walk in at my house where i am lying naked face down and ass up on my bed. i know, prolly not the safest way, but i've never had a problem and i never feel the need to look at them, just be there with them. A lot of guys are shy and appreciate the anonymity. i've had repeat fuck buddies for years who i have never seen. i love men.

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. 😈

My Dad and Mother divorced - she was very sexual expressive - a Italian , Big Breasts , Love to party , smoking and public showing off her breasts in clothes . Since my Dad is divorced of her - she and her girl friends hitting on bars - my mother favorite men were black men - drinking and bring them home to fucking sessions - I was still very young ! She came in the late night with a black male - saying Hi to me then to the bed room - hearing the door locked - and then I sneak out side peeking in her bed room window ! Damn , she was a animal - hungry - sounds - sucking and fucking - squirting cum loads . It was better than porno - fresh cum loads - Hot times ! Coming home from school , short cut through the woods , I saw 2 males ( 1 Black and Big and the other 1 was white / slender male with painted nails ) and the white 1 was sucking the big black cock ! They saw me staring - they waved me closer - went over - they were relaxing chatting with me - still staring at his huge black cock . We chatted and might have mentioned about my mother and black men but they suggested me to feel his big black cock - I was thinking of the times my mother doing it . While I was stroking black cock - chatting the fem boy - he was coaching me - lighting up a joint - sharing it - telling me to lick and suck it - I did so ! While listening to him - his hands were roaming around my body - crotch - pulling off my pants ! Then , he said ," Keep on stroking him harder - harder ! " Fem boy sticking a brown bottle under my nose - told me to breath it in - did so - thinking of the wild times my mother had - must be ok doing it ! Then his hands on my butt - sucking my dick and balls - telling me suck that black cock ! Fem boy got some cum juices , from a earlier session , on his small finger - rubbing my hole - rubbing - pressing in me - calling my hole my pussy - I was getting excited - loving it - thinking of my idol / mom ! This was the beginning becoming friends with them - gushing cum load - swallowing - been fingered - being a hole called pussy ! It was my First Black Cock sucking and a fem boy coach - I was in heaven - relaxing - smoking - sweezing a black cock - the fem boys lips were HOT - touching each other !

----- 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.

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's just honesty. When people find honest statements of fact "racist messaging" then I think it's time for them to do some self-reflection.

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

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

Didn’t see that coming. Always thought Jake would ask Brian to poz him. Can’t wait for Jake’s reaction is he pissed or turned on and Brian fucks him several more times that night?

I enjoy a longer lay, so when a top takes a long time to cum I'm in heaven the whole time. As a bottom I do what I can to make the fuck pleasurable for both of us. Whether that means squeezing with my butt muscles of changing positions so he can relax while I do all the work with my hips, the pleasure is always mine. So if it's a longer fuck, then it's my job to make sure I have a nice ride.

Part Twenty Two All I knew was pain. Even fucked up, blasted on drugs and my mind turned around, Sammy's cock fucking hurt. His cockhead was massive and my ass was virgin. Those two facts made for excruciating pain. The problem was whatever he had injected me with made me so docile, so fucking out of it all I could do was let out a low moan and pray for strength. He was tearing me apart and he knew it. There was a sadistic grin on his face as he kept pressure on my hole, trying to shove that donkey dick into me. “Relax,” he ordered, bearing down even harder. “Arrghhhh...” I screamed, I was relaxed, I was bearing down, the problem was his cock was just too big to fit. “Please...” I said slurring my words... “Fucking...OPEN...” he growled and slammed his hips forward. There was a flash of white pain and then his head plunged past my muscle, I froze as I felt my ass spasm helplessly around the kid's cock. He was massive, my ass screamed in protest but was unable to do anything about it. “Fuck...” he muttered, “Like a oven in there...” thankfully he hadn't kept forcing his way in or I would have been bleeding everywhere. I thought I had understood how big he was but seeing it and having it up my ass was too different things. He leaned forward, the movement making me cry out loud, and he looked down at me. “Feel that? Feel that cock?” I nodded, my eyes watering. “That's a real cock, that's the cock that owns your soul,” he inched forward a hair and I closed my eyes in pain, “Get used to it...because by the end of the night you're going to be begging me for it. I shook my head, there was no way I was going to like this, how could anyone like this? It was like getting stabbed in the ass...I hated this. He moved again and another fraction of an inch entered me and the pain was even worse. I had just closed my eyes and hoped I passed out eventually. I felt something over my face and I opened my eyes to see my popper mask being lowered over my mouth and nose. I panicked for a moment because I knew how guys became when they were dosed on poppers. I held my breath for maybe half a second and then felt the pain intensify...and took a deep breath. He waited for a few seconds and then pushed forward again...I felt fire as my ass resisted and.... And then the world fell out from me. My head was thick as I felt like I was leaving my body. I knew there was still pain but it had nothing to do with me as I floated there for a moment, relishing in the feeling. I didn't care how I got here, how long it would last...all I knew was that this was nirvana and I wanted it to be forever. Of course slowly but surely I started to come down and as I did I became aware of my body and what was happening around me. I felt that fucking baseball bat of a cock pushing into me as Sammy fucked me hard, I could feel my back arching as my hips moved upwards with his thrust. I could feel the sweat pour off of me as I realized he had a hand on my throat as he fucked me. Just like that I was back and I was getting fucked. The pain had lessened and now there was a sting that was mixed with pleasure in a way I didn't think possible. He pulled seven inches out of me and he still had cock in me and then he'd thrust forward, knocking the wind out of me. My body wouldn't respond to my command as my arms and legs flailed in time to this thrusts. He was so fucking big...I could not believe it was all in me, the way it pressed at the walls of my ass, filling me, expanding me...I felt so full...so right... Another thrust into me and another spasm as I heard myself let out a whimper involuntarily. “Yeah...there we go...” he said in a syrupy kind voice, “Someone likes it...” He slid out again and my body lurched in response and then he pushed back in and I let out a louder noise, this one close to a moan. The pain was there but it felt so fucking incredible...he was destroying my ass completely...but in the best possible way. My entire life became that cock as he pistoned in and out of me. Each time I let out a cry louder than the last, my body still jerking like I was having a seizure. “You like that?” he asked in a cruel tone, “You like that cock?” I refused to answer because no matter how fucked up I was, I wasn't a bottom. I shook my head and bit my bottom lip from crying out as he pushed into me. My guts were jelly now, posing no resistance to his cock as he fucked me roughly. “Still fighting huh?” he asked, stopping his thrusts. I let out a sigh of relief as he just knelt there, looking down at me. “Not a bottom...” I said, completely out of breath. “You will be,” he said sneering, “Know how I know?” I didn't answer, focusing on getting my strength back. “Cause everyone ends up worshiping my cock.” I closed my eyes, wanting this to be over. I felt him move and his cock slid slowly out, a quarter inch at a time. It felt like a fucking snake moving out of my body and all I could do was lie there. With deliberate slowness he kept sliding it out and then something happened. His head moved over something and my entire mind exploded. “FUCK!” I cried out as my entire body jerked. He stopped and then pushed back in a tiny bit, causing the fireworks to go off again. I had never felt anything like this, it was fucking incredible. My entire body felt like I was cumming but I wasn't. My cock got hard within seconds and I felt whatever resistance I had in my mind melt as my head rolled to the side, drool coming out of my mouth. “What's that?” he asked, rocking back and forth, his fucking cockhead smashing that spot over and over. “Yes..yes...” I panted, feeling my ass try to open up, wanting more, wanting everything. “Thought you weren't a bottom?” he said, still sliding back and forth. I didn't even know my name any more, all I knew was that I needed sex, I needed to cum, I needed just more... “You like this?” I nodded, my ass coming off the bed to shove more of it into me. “Can't hear you,” he said, pulling his cock halfway out, making the feeling vanish and my ass cry out from the shock. “No!” I scream, pushing back onto his cock, “No...” Again his plum sized cockhead smashed into me and I saw the flashes of light as my cock twitched. He wasn't moving so I pulled back and then pushed back in, dragging the head over the spot again and again. My dick was rock hard and I could see trails of precum all over my abs as I kept moving back and forth. “Nope,” he said, pushing down on my chest, pulling his cock all the way out of me. There was a wet squelching sound as his cock popped free of my ass and a low moan as my ass refused to close all the way from the elephant cock. I looked up at him and he was kneeling there, that magnificent cock bobbing in front of me. “You said you weren't a bottom, I have to respect that.” My mind was fuzzy and my ass ached...but it wasn't pain, it was the absence of pleasure. His cock had made me so full felt so good...my ass was too empty, it needed more. “Please fuck me...” I blurted out before I could stop. “You a bottom?” he asked. Again my ego refused to let me respond but my ass and the drugs were strong as well. “No...” I said weakly and he pounced forward throwing me back, his cock plunging into my ass in one action. I moaned as I felt the shaft fill me up, his head rubbing that spot, causing my legs to wrap around his waist. He pulled back slightly and again I cried out as he paused, his giant mushroom head pressed against my prostate. “You a bottom?” he asked, moving back and forth so slightly that there probably wasn't a measurement for it but enough to cause that fucking cock to drive me insane. My head thrashed side to side as I called out his name, my cock weeping for release. “Tell me you're a bottom.” he commanded. And I realized he had been right, I was going to beg him. I hadn't figured out how he had tamed John so fast when he fucked him, what his trick was for making his older brother submit so completely to him, but here, with that cock in me I got it, I really did. When you're fucking someone you graze and nudge a guy's prostate, bring him flashes of pleasure, edging him on one shot at a time. But Sammy's cock...the fucking telephone pole it was...it didn't nudge anything. I filled my ass so much, pressed my walls so hard, that my boybutton was always being stimulated. My ass had surrender to his cock and my body had no choice but to follow. “I'm a bottom...” I cried out, “Fuck me Sammy...please...fuck me...” He chuckled and and pulled his cock back, “Hold on cunt.” And thrust into me hard, it felt like his cock was in my stomach as he pushed in and then pulled out. My head fell back onto the bed as over nine inches of Texas cock tamed my virgin ass and taught me the truth about the world. This cock, this cock was in charge, fuck I wanted it...I needed it. My mind broke as I just began to beg him as he rabbit fucked me like I was some back alley cunt. He didn't need to do anything to get me off, his cock was doing all the work just by being thick as a forearm. All the kid had to do was push in and out of me and I would walk over broken glass for more. As he kept fucking me I knew somewhere I was never going to top again, it wouldn't feel as good as this. Nothing in my life would feel as good as this cock raping me over and over again. It was like I could see my future, desperately looking for cocks to make me feel this way, but never finding satisfaction. As I spread my legs wide I knew I'd do anything to get this kid to fuck me again, pay anything, say anything, nothing was too much to feel like this again. I was this kid's slave for life. He pulled out and I cried out in protest until I saw him lay down, “Come on...” he said simply. Yesterday I would have spit in his face, I knew this move. Making the bitch ride your cock while you laid there, making them do all the work It was the ultimate debasement, they couldn't say they were forced or tricked, they literally had to fuck themselves to get off, no one to blame but themselves. I had done this exact trick to him in fact. But it didn't stop me from scrambling up and straddling his hips in a hurry. I reached back and held his cock steady as I positioned it to my hole. “Show me your pussy...” he cooed and I groaned from the debasement. I felt his cockhead slip past my ravaged hole, it seemed impossible it couldn't fit an hour ago. I actually began to drool as I felt his shaft fill me up, and my ass cried out in delight. Once I found the spot I began to rock up and down on that cock, fucking myself like the fucking bottom bitch I was. I didn't care anymore, as his horse cock battered into me I accepted I was made for this cock. I was made to be a hole for this kid. “Come on baby,” he taunted. “Show me how much my girl likes riding my cock.” I was his girlfriend now, another fucking empty headed cheerleader that he fucked and discarded. A role I played willingly if he just kept fucking me. “Who's a bottom?” he asked. “I'm a bottom, I'm a bottom...” I chanted, throwing myself down on all nine inches again and again. “OK!” he yelled. The door opened and there was the guys, standing outside looking in. I saw Josh with his phone out, filming me riding a cock. “Say it again,” Sammy ordered. I felt the last shred of my dignity burn up as that cock punched into me and I just moaned, “I'm a bottom...I'm your fucking bottom Sammy...” They all laughed at me, which for some reason turned me on even more. “You gonna be the house cunt?” he asked, thrusting his hips up, causing me to whimper loudly. I nodded as I felt my cock starting to pulse. “Say it, tell these guys how you'll let them fuck you.” “I'm your bottom,” I cried out as he thrust faster and faster, “I'm your cunt...you can fuck me anytime...I am...I am...” “You're their jock cunt?” Sammy asked. “I'm your jock cunt, I'm your jock cunt...OH FUCK...” I screamed as I felt my balls tighten. “Is my girl gonna cum?” he asked and I nodded and then felt the first blast of cum shoot out of me. “I'm cumming! I'm cumming...” The entire house watched as I came like a firehouse, hands free, from simply riding Sammy's cock. I knew Josh was getting it all but I didn't care, all I could think about was that cock and my orgasm. That was all that mattered. “Such a good girl....” Sammy said, his hands reaching up to my pecs, “Such nice titties...you're gonna make the perfect house girl aren't you?” I felt his cock twitch and I nodded, “Anything you want Sammy, anything...” One hand reached up and grabbed my neck and brought my face down to his, “Who's the alpha?” “You are...” I said trying to kiss him He moved his mouth and I ended up just licking his face, doing anything I could to show him how much I loved him, how much I needed him, “You're my alpha.” He pushed me off of him, I fell back, his cock popping out of my ass with a pop. “And that is how you do it.” he said standing up, my eyes still fixated on his cock. “These guys are going to fuck you, all night. You will do anything they say. Anything. You understand?” I nodded, feeling dread wash over me. He walked over towards me, “And if you do everything they say, I might come back in and finish you off.” There was a warm feeling inside of me as I realized my ass was spasming, imagining his cock up in me again. “Anything they want,” I repeated. He turned around and looked at John, “Your turn, come on.” I saw John's head go down as he followed Sammy out of the room. I saw the guys move towards me like a pack of hungry wolves and I knew...I knew this was where I belonged. On the bottom.

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

I take great satisfaction when guys call me there slut, whore or hungry cumdump, it empowers me to take even more cock knowing what they say is true about me. Who else gets what I'm talking about.

Sounds like sex with men opened the doorway to something else... Intimacy with men. In my (not particularly humble) opinion, people's gender programming for emotional intimacy is every bit as varied and flexible as their gender programming for sexual arousal. Furthermore, the two don't necessarily match up. My sex drive is mostly (not exclusively) male oriented (call it "gay with a dash of pansexual"), but my emotional drive is pretty much gender-neutral. Then if you want to make it even more complicated, you can throw monogamy vs polyamory into the mix - and those, too, can be separately oriented for relationships and for sex... So, what it means to finally have intimate feelings for another man is whatever the feeling is for you. Another part of the amazing human being that you are. Enjoy it! Share it! Celebrate it!

I knew a guy in the US who planned sessions for his bottom buds about once a month. After I got to know him well enough, he explained the level of work involved in getting these things ready, so I agree with everything stated in this post. Also, appreciate @rawislaw87 for putting this thread out there. One bit of advice I was also given back then that I didn't see in this post is to potentially have one of your mates be there in a bit of a supervisory capacity. If I'm going to be blindfolded, then I can't really have eyes on everything going on in the room while I'm getting fucked - would be good to have someone be my eyes for me. This may put off some of the more skittish tops, I'll admit, but it just gives me a level of comfort for my own safety as well.

I need to get a physical this week for a problem I have. If I don't need surgery I may go as well. Never been to Bear Week before either. Not sure if any events will be organized due to Covid restrictions though.

Fuck yeah ! Let's do this my cumwhore !

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.

I'd seen other articles on this variant this morning. I wouldn't say they characterize the damage to the immune system as "higher"; rather, it does the same thing as other variants of HIV, but faster. As I read the various pieces (together), this new variant: 1. infects more readily because it gets access to your system more readily (this is the part that makes it easier to contract); 2. multiplies much more rapidly in your system, again because it gets access to your cells more readily; and 3. it starts diminishing your immune system more rapidly, such that you progress to AIDS-level infection within 2-3 years instead of the more typical 6-7 years. As you noted, though, this variant does seem to respond equally well to treatment. So for a person who gets tested regularly and whose infection is detected early and begins treatment immediately, there shouldn't be any issue with health, overall. The thing to worry about is when the virus goes undetected for a good while, the reservoir of t-cells in the infected person's system may diminish significantly and not fully rebound, such that there's little to no option for a med holiday if side effects are becoming problematic.

It’s the best moment being a poz soldier.

I've never gone into a hookup knowing a guy was poz/not undetectable (I've had exactly one person tell me they were undetectable up front before they even came over.) But there's definitely been at least two where I can't figure out if it was fetish/coincidence, or just something they left unsaid. The first was a hotel room hookup that went just like any other hotel hookup (albeit in a pretty nice room.) His profile said he was neg. But right as the guy was about to blow, he put all his weight on me and whispered in my ear "You like taking loads from poz guys?" But then never actually said if he himself was poz or just turned on by fetishizing it. Granted, I also didn't ask. The second was a Grindr hookup where, again, no discussion of status was made, but his profile indicated negative. And again, as we got really close to the finale, I wrapped my legs around his waist and said those magic words: "Cum inside me." He sort of paused, looked conflicted for a minute and said "Inside you?" He then proceeded to fill me up almost immediately afterwards. What made me a bit sus after was I noticed the scorpion tattoo on the back of his leg as we were getting dressed. Again, I didn't inquire, and I've tested neg ever since, so...

love to have a daddy like this!

Is this joke off topic? How do you get a nun pregnant? Dress her up as an altarboy!

I flew from UK to Rome. Awesome, he was a great fuck and he shared me with his mates and gave me a used Jockstrap to wear all weekend. He also drove me round Rome and the sights and shared his bed for my stay and fucked me every night, Day and inbetween his mates.

If a condition of fucking is a condom I oblige, if it breaks and I know it I stop and re-wrap. If the bottom is cool with bare then he should expect to get my poz loads. I will not stop if its bare and he asks me to pull out. Too little, too late.

I have only one rule / request: the top goes in bare and leaves his load in me.