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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This is a not so short continuation of some characters from my story "A Brother In Trouble" centered around Ric and his first year at university (where BiT left off with him). It started out short, but I got carried away. He was introduced in Chapter 29 - and was in several other chapters after that. For those that just want a brief setup... Ric had turned 18 and his father was worried about his lack of sexual activity and hired an escort for Ric to get over his first-time anxiety. First a woman and when that failed (she told Ric's dad "he's a fag"), then a male escort (Joe) who took his virginity and gave him HIV. Ric embraced his new status and soon found several new gay friends at school who were eager for Ric share his bug with them. He helped Joe out with an escorting gig and did some work on his own, including one meet where he worked with another escort while touring a college campus in California. That led to him doing a scene in an adult video. The college is near where Joe (and his boyfriend Kyle) relocated after Joe graduated college. This story starts with Ric's first/freshman year in college. The first post is a little long due to some setup for the story. There are 6 Chapters, each have a few parts to them. ------- Chapter 1.1 - A Rough Start ------- The beginning of Ric's freshman year in college hadn't started out as good as he had hoped. He moved into his assigned dorm room and had just finished unpacking when his roommate arrived. He laid on his lumpy bed reading while the guy unpacked a pair of suitcases and four boxes of stuff. With most of the things put away, the guy introduced himself. "Hey, by the way I'm Steve, if you hadn't already figured that out from the nameplate" he said. "Hi, I'm Ric. I already scratched out the last part on the card. I don't know why they used my full name and your nickname" Ric replied. Steve shrugged his shoulders and picked up a red bandanna and tied it in a loop before hanging it over the door knob. "Know what that's for?" Steve asked. Ric thought quickly and knew of a few uses but doubted he'd be so lucky to have a gay roommate, especially one that knew about the old hanky code he'd read about. He also hoped that it wasn't there in case he wanted something quick to gag or tie up someone he wanted to rape, so he played dumb. "No I don't" he replied. "It tells you or me that someone's in here fuckin some bitch and to go away for a while. If you see it hangin outside don't try and come in" Steve explained, seeming a little disgusted at Ric's naivete. Ric replied "gotcha" and started to realize that he probably wasn't going to have much in common with his new roommate. "'Course a guy like you probably has tons of girls beggin to get your dick" Steve said just as Ric started reading again. "Yeah... a few" Ric replied nonchalantly. He wasn't quite ready to tell Steve that he was gay and wondered if he should take the pride bracelet he'd hung on a hook next to his keys down before his roommate noticed it. Ric had tried straight sex two more times since he graduated and each time couldn't stay hard to actually fuck. Foreplay seemed to be ok, but the thought of plowing a girl's pussy just turned him off. The condoms didn't help, either. With guys, the moment he saw guy's bare ass his dick immediately sprang up. Both of the girls knew he was gay but were sure with the right girl they could turn him straight. "Got a girlfriend, Ric?" asked Steve. "Nah, I'd rather just fuck around. Even my dad told me to avoid getting serious until after I'd graduated and not get married as young as he did" Ric replied. It was close to the truth too, he liked fucking a variety of guys he definitely preferred having fuckbuddies. While some of his friends back home were more on the "fuck" side and others were on the "buddy" side, his dick had gone into almost all of them. "Yeah, I know. My old man said fuck all ya want just don't get em preggers" Steve replied. Ric nodded but started to wonder if Steve's only thoughts were on sex. As much Ric loved fucking, it wasn't the only thing on his mind. Steve continued to blather on and Ric was wondering if it would ever end. They hit dinner down at the cafeteria and Steve disappeared afterwards, saying he was going to go look around campus. The third day was when Steve spotted the bracelet. "What the heck is that?" Steve asked, pointing at the bracelet. And that's where things started to go downhill. Two days later, Steve walked in with the Resident Assistant. "Dude, I just can't do it. I didn't sleep at all last night thinkin that you were gonna fuck my ass." Ric looked incredulous. "Yeah, and not a damn thing happened. You're not my type... not even close. You probably get laid more than I do unless all that big talk is just BS" Ric said, his blood boiling at that point. "Settle down, you two. I got another room for you to move to, Ric" the RA said. "Why do I have to move? Make the homophobic asshole find a new hole to crawl into" Ric snarled. In the end, Ric packed his stuff up just to get away from Steve before he punched his face in. His second roommate was slightly better, but still made a few too many comments that Ric didn't appreciate. This time it was Ric at the RA's room asking for another room. It took a few days but finally Ric was moving again. Instead of down the hall, it was over to a different building. Rather than just getting shuffled to an empty space again, Ric met the other guy before agreeing to move. "Hi, Eddy?" Ric said as he knocked on the open door. "Yeah, come on in" Eddy replied. They shook hands and Ric sat down on the empty bed and Eddy on his. Ric started out with his interrogation and Eddy calmly replied to each question. After almost thirty minutes Ric paused and Eddy said "Is that all? I have a few questions of my own." Ric chuckled and then apologized before Eddy began questioning him back. They finished up an hour after they started when Eddy had to leave for class. Ric moved in the next day and hoped the third room was last of his moves. Eddy seemed to have no issues with his sexual preference and just asked Ric not to lock him out 'too often' and to be respectful. Ric assumed that meant he shouldn't make out with anyone in front of Eddy or make him feel uncomfortable by doing things like watching porn when he was around. Both were things he could deal with and hoped it worked both ways. While Ric had been up front about his sexual preference, Eddy had stayed silent, not saying if he was gay, straight, bi or even asexual. He was a couple years older than Ric and Eddy told him the first roommate he had that semester dropped out to deal with family issues. As he settled into his new home, Ric made a list of all the things he still needed to do. The first was to get a new sim card for his "work" phone. He knew he was going to have to do a few escorting jobs to pad his bank account since things seemed a lot more expensive here than back home. He sent off a few messages to people that he wanted to keep in touch with, telling them that the old number would go dead in a couple weeks and he would send his new number that afternoon. One by one he got responses ranging from "ok" to a thumbs-up emoji. With his new number active, he sent out another round of messages. This time, some of the responses were a little more verbose. "hope it gets a lot of action", "want to talk about a new project" and "hope we work together again soon" were some that he got back. Ric smiled, happy that most of the guys were still interested in meeting. One item down and a dozen more to go. He headed off to one of his classes and sat through the boring lecture. He knew most of these freshman classes were pretty useless since he knew most of the stuff already, but he would need them to graduate and wanted to get them out of the way. The next morning he woke up as he heard Eddy getting ready for his 8 am math class. "He must be a morning person, I could never get my brain working on that stuff this early" Ric thought. He got up and wandered to the big shared guys bathroom in just his sleeping shorts and some sandals with a towel over his shoulder and his toiletry bag in his hand. He waited for one of the showers to free up and noticed one guy come out of the far end shower and a second later another guy poke his head out of the same shower to see if anyone was there. The shocked look on the second guy as he saw Ric staring back at him brought a big smile to Ric's face. He motioned for the guy to come out and mouthed "It's cool" to him. The guy was embarrassed and seemed to be trying to dry off in a hurry. Ric slid past the two guys, letting his hand rub over the second guy's butt and whispering "fuckin hot" before he stepped in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He had intentionally left his shorts on until the curtain was closed to cover up the biohazard tat over his cock. He already had enough problems finding a roommate that would accept him and he didn't want to scare the rest of the people on the floor, at least not right away. Tossing his towel and then shorts over the curtain rod, he washed off the previous day's sweat. At home he'd usually stroke himself off during his morning shower but he didn't feel comfortable doing that with four other guys showering in the neighboring stalls. His balls were getting heavy, not having been emptied in several days and he knew he needed to drain them soon. He finished his shower and got out, the other guys having disappeared and only one other shower was occupied now. As he dried off, he heard the other shower turn off and hurried to finish. He was just toweling off his head when the curtain opened. It was only a couple seconds before he turned away and grabbed his shorts but apparently long enough for the other guy to catch a glimpse at his naked body. The other guy let out a drawn out "Fuuuuck" as Ric pulled on his shorts. Ric tossed the wet towel around his neck and turned back to go to his room. The other guy was still standing there, dripping wet and naked with his mouth dropped open. "Morning" Ric said to the guy he'd only seen a few times in the hallway. He looked kind of cute and much better naked than the other times he'd seen him fully clothed. "Goddamn that's hot" the guy replied and then a moment later replied "Uh... morning." Ric walked by, trying to stay as calm as possible and ignore the comment. He knew he should have said "Thanks" or something, but he still didn't think of himself as "hot" or "sexy", even if he had gotten all of those comments to his one porn scene and from a few of his clients. He wasn't even sure what the guy thought was so hot, but he finished up his morning routine and got back to his room to change. Ric finally felt like things were getting into a normal groove, but he was dreading his first task for the day. "They open at ten... half hour to get there... so leave at 9:45 so I'm not there with a ton of people for the opening rush" he thought to himself. He made his way down to the cafeteria and grabbed some juice, coffee, an apple and a couple granola bars before sitting down at a table by himself. He finished the first granola bar and was biting into the apple as two guys sat down across from him. It took a second but he realized it was the pair of guys from the shower earlier. Ric smiled and said "Morning guys... I don't think we properly met. I'm Ric" trying to break the ice. The guys stared back at him, surprised at how casual he seemed to be. "Uh... I'm Dan and this is Scotty" the one that had gotten out of the shower first stammered out. "Nice to meet you. Sorry if I surprised you earlier, but as I said then, it's cool. I don't care and I'm not going to say anything. It's good to know I'm not the only one on the floor that likes that kind of stuff" Ric said. He tried to carefully word his comments so that if anyone around them heard it they wouldn't know what he was really talking about. "Oh... Uh... Yeah... Thanks... I... I mean... we don't want it to get out" Dan stammered out. Ric knew they were both scared of getting outed in their first month of college and seemed to be unsure if Ric was being serious or not. Ric smiled slightly and quietly said "I get it. The rumor mill outed me last year. It's a lot better to do it on your own terms, but you'll be surprised at the response" as he finished the last of his breakfast. They seemed a lot less panicked after his last comment so he said "I got to take off. Have fun and I'll catch you guys later." He winked at them and went back to his room. Ric grabbed his backpack with stuff for his first class and then headed out of the dorm. He walked the six blocks over to the clinic on West Street that the one at home had referred him to. He took a deep breath and walked in the door and found the reception desk. "Hi, I just started school here and the clinic I used to go to back home referred me here. I think they sent my records too, but I'm not sure" Ric told the nurse. He really would have preferred talking to Douglas from the clinic back home, and while the nurse seemed friendly he wondered if this place would be as accepting of his status and lack of treatment. "Here are some forms to fill out and can you write your name, date of birth and the referring clinic name down on this piece of paper so we can find the charts they sent?" the nurse asked as she handed him a clipboard and a small scrap of paper. Ric grabbed a pen from the bin and put down the info on the small piece of paper and handed it back to her. He took the clipboard and sat down, filling out the form that was strangely familiar. It made him laugh and he realized that when he filled this form out the last time, he was a lot more sexually active. The moves, start of college and other things had conspired to kill his sex life. He thought back and other than a quick blowjob in a bathroom on campus and Joe's welcome party a month ago, he hadn't fucked anyone. He took the completed form back to the desk and the nurse said "we found your charts along with a couple others that Jones sent over. Did you move here with someone else?" "No, but I might know who the others are for. Are they for Joe and Kyle? They moved out here a month or two earlier." Ric asked. The nurse looked unsure how to respond, not wanting to divulge any private info. "Mmmm, maybe. Regardless, they should come and register to continue their treatment plan" she finally said. Ric smiled and said "I'll let them know." He sat back down and only ten minutes later heard his name called. Once again they called 'Ric' instead of his full name and he laughed to himself at how it was starting out just like at the Jones clinic almost a year earlier. Ric got all of his vitals taken and sat in an exam room for several minutes until there was a knock on the door and the doctor entered. "Hello, Ric. I'm Dr. Reynolds. Nice to meet you. I see from your records that you just moved out here. I assume from your age you're going to college here?" the doctor said. "Yeah. I just started classes last month and I was referred here by the clinic that I used to go to" Ric replied. "Good, it's always nice to get referrals from like-minded clinics. How's Bob doing?" the doctor asked. Seeing a blank look on Ric face he then added "I mean Dr. Simms." "Oh... I never knew his first name. He's good. Do you know him?" Ric asked. The doctor chuckled before saying "Uh, yeah. Quite well. We dated in medical school." A smile came over Ric's face and any concerns he had about going to the clinic faded away. "Now, while I look over your history, can you please take your clothes off so I can check everything out" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric took his shoes, shirt and jeans off and the doctor looked up briefly and repeated "everything." Ric removed his boxer briefs and caught the doctor smiling. "I see you've chosen to defer treatment. I know Dr. Simms is pretty stringent on that and only does it for certain patients so I don't see any reason to change that yet. I am concerned that you don't seem to be very active lately, Ric. I know that your first semester in college can be challenging to adjust to, but sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress and there are a lot of other guys your age eager to get more adventurous in their sex lives. Hell, I had one guy yesterday that had averaged almost three partners a day since he arrived on campus" the doctor said as his eyes roamed over Ric's naked body. Ric smiled and almost asked for the other patient's cell number. "Uh... yeah. Well, I've had a few issues with roommates and I'm on my third dorm room. Now that I've got that part fixed and I've gotten used to my classes, I'm starting to do the other stuff I need to. Like finding out how my body is dealing with the virus and meeting new people" Ric said. "Most guys your age don't really plan like that, they're more spontaneous and deal with the fallout as it comes... but I can appreciate your approach. Can you help me out here? I see on this chart it looks like the blood tests you took from them and I see columns for date, viral load, cd4 counts, blood pressure, et cetera, but I don't know what this last column is" the doctor asked. Ric looked at it and chuckled. "I'm not really sure, but I think that was neg guys I fu... had sex with. They asked me to tell the lab tech that info when I got my blood tests done" Ric replied. "Damn. It looks like you were very active until you moved. Those are only the ones without the virus? I assume there were several more then... Your body is probably in shock with the sudden lack of sex" the doctor replied with a laugh. Ric nodded and replied "Yeah, my hand is getting pretty tired" grinning. The doctor rolled his stool closer to Ric and first examined his cock and balls. "I bet you get a lot of compliments on this. It's pretty impressive and probably helps you pass your gift along. Is the tattoo an advertisement or a warning?" he asked with a grin. "I think of it more of a badge of honor since I got it for joining a club. It works as a warning too. If I wanted to advertise I would have gotten something larger like my friend Joe has. The one on his leg is much larger and he has a scorpion tattoo pointing towards his cock" Ric said. He was surprised that the doctor was interested in his ink and how easy it was talking with the doctor about it. "Mmm, nice. Hopefully he is sharing too. I know some people try to hide their status, others advertise and some warn. It's a personal choice and I like to hear how people make their decision" Dr. Reynolds explained. He continued his exam, checking almost every inch of Ric's body. "We probably do things differently than the last clinic you went to. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days that we reserve for clients like you. The staff on the other days is geared more towards prevention and treatment of infections. As I said, we will continue your current plan - just monitoring your health and you can change at any time or we will if there is a significant deterioration in your health. I would recommend that you become a lot more sexually active than you have been the past month. It will help you mentally as well as physically" the doctor explained. Ric nodded and felt his cock twitch. "Oh I plan to" Ric then said. "You can dress now and go down to the lab so we can see if anything has changed since your last blood work. It looks to have been pretty consistent after the initial infection" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric started to put his clothes back on as the doctor continued. "We would like to get monthly samples to see how things progress and quarterly checkups, for now. There won't be a need to inform the lab tech about your activity, as interesting as it sounds. In the future though, please visit on Tuesday or Thursday. The staff is much more supportive on those days about our decision to remain... viral. I know you will be a welcome addition to our community. Have a great day" the doctor said as he closed the folder and headed to the door. Ric followed the doctor out into the hall and was pointed in the direction of the lab. He signed in and took a seat, waiting to get his blood drawn. A few minutes later the door opened and a girl about his age came out and headed toward the door to the waiting room. He laughed to himself since she seemed to be embarrassed that anyone saw her there. He was glad he never went through that phase. The lab tech came out a minute later and drew a line through Ric's name on the list before he winked at him. "Come on in" the guy said. Ric's cock stirred again and he went in, closing the door and taking a moment to check the guy out. "Have a seat" the tech said after Ric stood there a little too long. "Oh, sorry" Ric said as he sat down and laid his right arm out on the rest. He kept looking at the tech, thinking he was really cute. He was smaller than Ric in every dimension he could see and Ric thought he'd be easy to toss around as he fucked the guy's brains out. He caught himself licking his lips as the tech said "Welcome, it's nice to see a new face around here. I see you've done this a few times before. I'll be taking three vials this time since we want a good baseline for your next visits" the tech said. Ric read the guy's name tag and it said "Hector D" before watching him prep everything. Ric had gotten used to seeing the needles and while he usually didn't watch them draw blood he did this time. It was just as painless as the ones Tyler had done back at the old clinic. Once the vials were filled and labeled, the tech said "Hopefully the numbers will be close to what you had last time, nice and strong on both sides" before looking Ric in the eye and smiling causing Ric to chuckle. They stared at each other a moment until Hector looked away and grabbed some tape. Ric got his arm bandaged and as he was about to get up the tech put his hand on Ric's forearm. Ric liked the soft, warm hand gently holding his arm. "I will see you in a month. Be sure to come on Tuesday or Thursday, though" Hector said. He paused, still holding on to Ric's arm and looking at Ric intensely before he said "I see on your chart that you haven't been getting much since school started. I know it can be hard meeting new people or finding hookups in a new place. We... uh... do free testing on Wednesday nights at a local bath house. I don't know if that's your kind of scene but I'm sure you would be really popular there. I have a card that allows guys like you to get in for free... if you're interested." "Yeah, it's been a little crazy and I know I need to get out more. That would be really cool, I've never been to a bath house before, just a couple bookstores" Ric said. A second later, Ric asked "Uh... By guys like me... do you mean poz guys?" Hector nodded. "The card is for any poz guy, but I like to make sure that there are plenty of detectable guys there" he said with an evil grin. Ric felt his cock twitch again and Hector leaned in "We get lots of new patients from there. No one asks status and the few condoms that get used always seem to break. A perfect combo for people like us that get into breeding neg guys" Hector quietly said with a chuckle at the end. "I can't make it tonight, but hopefully next week" Ric said. Hector handed him a card after writing a number on the top corner. "Most of the numbers are just random, but one indicates you are detectable and another that you like to share. That will give you priority. Uh, I should have asked, but from the note in your file I assumed you like to share" Hector said. Ric nodded and thanked him as he took the card and got up. Ric adjusted his partially stiff cock in his jeans and said "See you next week" to Hector before he headed towards his first class of the day. He almost fell asleep during the lecture and noticed several people in the auditorium getting an extra snooze too. When the class finally ended he wandered out of the building wondering how he was going to kill a couple hours before his next class. Ric found a spot under a tree and sat down, spending some time reading ahead for one of his classes but his eyes kept looking around at the guys walking by. He pulled out his phone and popped up a gay cruising app, seeing if anyone was looking. "Holy fuck!" he muttered to himself. "Over a hundred guys!" was his next thought. A quick check of the filters told him why. "10 miles is too far and let's get rid of the guys looking for later" Ric said to himself. With the number more manageable, he then checked out the poz guys. "First time cruising here, I'll just look for other poz guys this time" Ric thought. There were four and he quickly looked through the list. Two looked like professors, one guy a few years older who's pics looked like those of a serial killer, and one guy in his late 20s. "Hot profile. you looking?" he tapped out to the late 20s guy. A few minutes later he got a reply - "working atm but can take brake in 15 u got good pics what u lookn 4?" "BJ or fuck. balls r full " Ric replied. "Poz & 19?" the guy asked. "Poz & 18 last yr thought u wudnt mind" Ric sent back and started searching again. "its ok surprised" came in and then "only have 15 min. got 2 b quik" from the guy. "Know a place?" Ric replied. He knew the guy wasn't too far away, but wondered where a safe spot for a quickie would be. "S end of library meet at construction gate @11:30 I'm Jim" was the reply. Ric got up and walked toward the library. He got his phone out to figure which way was south and then laughed when he saw the huge construction site. He got to the south end and found only one small gate for workers to go in and out of. He stood nearby and waited the few minutes until half past the hour. A guy came out with a hard hat, dirty tee and some even dirtier jeans. Ric started walking along the fence towards him and when he got close asked "Jim?" "Yeah. Damn, you look even better in person. Uh... Follow me" Jim said. They walked quickly into the new building shell and then along the wall to a boarded up hallway leading to the old part of the library. Jim slid the plywood to the side, walking inside and once Ric was past, slid it back. There were a few pallets of building supplies in the hallway and that's where he stopped and turned around. He fished around his pocket and pulled out a packet of lube and a condom. "I only fuck bare. That condom wouldn't fit anyway" Ric said, picking up the lube. "Cool. Most guys won't fuck me without a rubber. Let's try just spit first" Jim said, starting to kneel. Ric set down his backpack and unbuttoned his jeans. Jim reached up and tugged them down, trying to spend as much time sucking or fucking, not talking, before he had to get back to work. "Fuck. That's gonna feel so good in me" Jim said before he took Ric's cock in his mouth. The blowjob was quick but after a couple minutes, Ric's cock was rock hard and coated with spit. He thought "this guy is a pro at quick fucks." Jim stood up, dropped his pants, revealing a stained jockstrap and then bent over the pallet of five gallon plastic paint cans. Ric was right behind him, pulling his ass apart and pushing his wet cock up to the puckered hole. He pulled back the foreskin, dropped three gobs of spit on the exposed head of his cock and pressed forward. A few seconds later, the hole yielded and his cock descended. A groan came out of Jim's mouth, barely audible over the sound of drills, hammers and some heavy equipment. It was a classic quickie. Both had all of their clothes still on and their pants were pulled down just far enough to fuck. With the ease Ric got halfway in, he knew Jim was an experienced bottom. Ric pulled back and added a couple more gobs of spit and then began to plow into the hungry hole. "Fuck... I missed havin a bare dick in me" Jim moaned out as he started to push back as Ric would thrust in. Ric quickly increased the pace, plowing in with long strokes. He knew he didn't have a lot of time but was enjoying every second. Five minutes quickly passed and both of them were grunting with each stroke. With the fifteen minute break quickly running out, Ric slowed down and fucked harder with his cock pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. The first time Ric's cock came out of his hole Jim yelled back "No! Cum inside!" Ric shoved back in, growling "I always do." He did it two more times and then grunted "hope ya wanted a recharge!" With his cock planted most of the way in, he growled out as his cock throbbed, filling the poz hole with a large load of cum. Ric could feel Jim breathe heavily and the sweat had soaked through his tee shirt. When their bodies recovered a minute later, Ric pulled back, watching some cum drip down Jim's leg. When his cock was a little softer, he stuffed it back into his trunks and zipped up his jeans. Jim pulled up his jeans and turned around. "That was fuckin great. I haven't had a load in me in months. Uh... recharge? You're not on meds?" Jim asked. Ric chuckled. "Nope" he replied and started to follow Jim back out of the building. A few other construction worker were standing around and they made a few comments - "Tappin college boys Jim? He know what you're shootin?" and "Fuck! That's a hot young boy" and "Jim, he spit or swallow?" Ric laughed again and said "Thanks, Jim. Let me know if its a boy or girl" making sure that the other guys heard him. He walked back towards his next class, stopping in to a restroom to quickly clean up. With his cock no longer covered in spit and cum, Ric found another spot to sit and kill time before his next class, hoping the wet spot on his jeans would dry in time. He pulled his phone out and there were a couple messages from Jim - "Ignore those guys all bad fucks", "U really toxic?", "Thx again Best I had in long time Txt me any time" and then left his phone number.

Part 34 - The Royal Family Artem walked in to the bedroom ignoring the fact they were both naked drenched in sweat. His appearance still caught Max out forgetting about the fact he strolls in without a care in the world. "Your royal highness it stinks of sex in here" Artem said picking up the coffee cups. Alex too in love just smiled "Are you heading down for breakfast?" Artem asked reminding him of the time. Alex sat up "Yes sorry. Thanks Artem" he said, "Oh can you let them know we are plus one this morning". Artem nodded and left them "They already know" he replied bowing his head. Alex chuckled "Liam!" he said quietly, "Come on Max we need to shower quickly before we upset routines". Max kneeled up on the bed looking at Alex "You need to eat don't you?" Alex asked. Max nodded "Err... will it be just us?" he asked nervously. Alex shrugged "No idea, depends what time the rest are taking breakfast". Alex knelt on the bed facing him and looking serious "I meant it Alex" Max said before he could speak. Alex smiled and kissed him lightly then jumped off the bed heading towards the bathroom with Max in tow. Quickly showered, Artem found Max a shirt from Alex's numerous clothes to wear until his own arrived, they hastily left the prince's royal quarters. Walking side by side Max was in awe, it was light he had stepped in to a different world completely trying to take everything in. The interior of the palace was far from dark and foreboding, instead it was bright with gold leaf gilding with paintings of all nature adorning the walls and spaced out so not to clutter the walls. He was no fool in this area and recognised work by some of histories most famous artists. Reaching the ornate staircase that swept in a large semi circle to the lower floor with windows overlooking the private grounds of the palace, it really did take Max's breath away as they descended. A large floral display filled the alcove left by the staircases shape, above it in pride of place was a large portrait that Max recognised as the queen. Even that looked immaculate and perfect, he couldn't help thinking that Gareth would appreciate the floral display that was so over sized but smelt amazing. He was feeling even more nervous now as he corridors went in three directions, all wide as a road and many of the rooms having double doors. Their direction took them straight ahead where two ladies were delicately cleaning the door handles to one of the rooms and they stopped 'Good morning your royal highness' they both said curtsying to Alex, he replied cheerfully smiling at them as walked towards the doors where two livered footmen stood guard. It was only as they reach the doors that Max recognised one of them as Tom who gave a cheeky wink to Max. Both footmen bowed first 'Good morning your royal highness' they said in unison as Alex and Max approached. the older of the footmen opened the doors just as Alden was approaching the doors from the inside looking fresh as a daisy compared to them and having finished breakfast. The brothers who often never observed protocol in private hugged whilst Alden had a good look at each of them and laughed. Max bowed his head 'Good morning your royal highness' he said and Alden patted him on the shoulder. Alden looked at them then chuckled "Man you two look rough this morning, what time you get to bed?" he asked. Alex smirked "Very funny" he replied, "Max ignore him" he said walking past him. Max stood there like a rabbit in headlights and bowed his head "Your royal highness" he said. Alden smirked "You are learning Max" he said then chuckled, "Better manners than my brother". "Max!" Alex called out, "Come on I need food!" he said patiently waiting. "Oh and Max!" Alden spoke holding his arm, "If you are staying here call me Alden in private". Max smiled "Thanks mate" he replied, "Err Alden" he corrected himself. Alden laughed his way out of the breakfast room. Max was surprised how fairly ordinary the room looked on first appearance yet it still oozed a form of elegance you couldn't put your finger on. Each of the footmen who came in to the room bowed and addressed Alex as his royal highness bowing their heads then addressing Max as sir with a very slight inclination of their heads which was way past any form of bowing. Still completely in a fairy tale land Max was not quite able to take much of it him as he nervously looked towards the doors knowing that the king and queen could appear at any time. Alex clicked his fingers in front of Max chuckling. "So there is food over there or you can ask for anything" Alex informed him as the footman poured coffee. Max felt like he was stuck to the seat "What are you having?" he asked still looking around. "Feel like a bacon roll this morning" Alex replied and Max nodded for the same. Alex stood and Max followed him to the serving station "Relax Max, seriously" he said. "I am trying Alex" Max replied making a bacon roll, "Bricking it for who is going to come in". "Well it will either be the king and queen or dowager queen" Alex replied casually. Max sat at the table "That didn't help at all, what do I do if they come in?" he asked. "Exactly what you do to Alden, except use the word majesty instead of highness" Alex said. Max sat there looking at the cutlery and plates in more detail, it was a far cry from home where it was mugs and stainless steel cutlery despite his parents being wealthy they used functional things despite the size of the house. Alex went back for another one being so hungry this morning and Max decided to have some fresh fruit and yoghurt. He was finally finding his nerve and beginning to relax as the footmen were unobtrusive and just there if they needed anything. The doors to the breakfast room opened and Alex immediately stood up beckoning Max to do the same. "Good morning your majesty" Alex said bowing his head. Max followed suit "Good morning your majesty" he said and bowed his head. "Good morning Alex" his grand mother said walking over to them, "And who is this?" she asked. "Granny this is Max... oh crap what is your name?" Alex asked rather embarrassingly. Max chuckled then remembered where he was "Max Westwood-Lymm your majesty" he said bowing again. "And is Max short for anything?" she asked taking her seat held by the footman. Max nodded "It is your majesty, Maximillian but I prefer Max and it is easier to spell" he replied. The dowager queen looked at him then laughed loudly "Sit down both of you" she said. "Max is to be my boyfriend" Alex informed his granny, "Well pending the protocol process" he added. The dowager queen turned to Max "So are you well educated Max?" she asked. "I went to a private boarding school your majesty" Max replied quickly learning the ropes. Alex poured coffee for his grand mother beating the footman to it "And what work are you in?" she asked. "I work in an art gallery as a curator your majesty" Max replied scared to touch food or drink. She looked between Alex and Max quickly assessing the situation "How interesting!" she remarked. "You have some very fine art here in the palace your majesty" Max said casually. "The king paints as a way to relax. Do you paint Max?" she asked. Max smiled "I try to, I am no real artist but I am not bad" he replied, "Sorry your majesty". "Relax Max you don't need to keep saying it" the dowager queen said smiling, "It ruins conversation at times". "Thank you" Max replied sitting there unable to touch his food. The dowager queen put her cup down "The king painted a picture, have you come across it?" she asked. Max wondered if she was testing him "The one of the queen by the staircase" he replied instantly. She laughed "How did you know?" she asked, "Alex did you tell him?". Max smiled "The brush work is very new and different, unlike the old masters" he replied. "You do know your subject Max, this is good to know" she said making no sense to Max. Alex picked up Max's fork and fed him some melon "He is too scared to eat granny" Alex said. The dowager queen studied Max again "You need to advise your parents soonest Alex". Alex nodded, "They know Max is here" he replied, "You know full well Liam is in my fathers pocket". "Well there is the protocol to follow Alex irrelevant of your lineage" she informed him. The dowager queen sat back "Max has to meet the king first in private" she said. Max nodded "I have been told that is what to expect" he said, "Oops! Your majesty". "Max!" she said giving him a warning look, "Drop the majesty address now" the dowager queen informed him. Alex chuckled "God you know more than me!" he said looking at Max. "You know the queen lost a bet about Alex being gay" she suddenly said making Max choke. "Granny!" Alex remarked smirking at her, "I do apologise Max she is a little cuckoo". Max looked at Alex in shock "Ignore him Max there is nothing wrong with me" she said laughing. "I am trying to get her committed so I can have the Victoria tiara" Alex said looking at her. "Everyone wants that blasted tiara" she said looking at Max, "Maybe you would like it as well?". Max shook his head "No thank you, anyway I don't have the head for it" he replied. Alex nodded "Max is the person I met in Mauritius" he said. "Ah right! The infamous young man" she said nodding, "And this is now serious?" she asked looking at Max. "Yes your majesty" Max replied staring back at her, "I love your grandson" he said softly. "You need to be blind not to see it" she said seeing through them both and their love. Alex waved his finger at his grand mother "I think she is approving you" he said to Max. "Am I?" she remarked smiling, "Max you have a lot to learn being in this dysfunctional family". "Granny I think he has figured that out already" Alex said glancing at Max who nodded. She studied Max making him nervous before she spoke "Then Max, I would love to help you" she offered sincerely. "Wow!" Max said looking gobsmacked, "I mean thank you I would like that". "Excellent!" she said looking satisfied, "Now eat max you are driving me crazy looking at the food". They took a leisurely breakfast, Alex certainly felt more at ease since gaining his grand mothers approval in such a way that she would teach Max. One thing Alex had learnt from his mother was that his grand mother never offered to help in such a way, she took great amusement in watching them fall flat on their face and Alex knew that his grand mother still yielded quite a lot of clout when required. Max learnt about the dowager queen and the protocols surrounding her and was completely spell bound by her and her knowledge. By the time they finished breakfast and got back to Alex's apartments a footman arrived delivering a note from the king requesting Max to attend at 10am in the formal lounge. He was also to meet the dowager queen at 11am the main palace where she wanted to take Max on a portrait tour since she had a keen interest in art herself, that and it was a history lesson of the royal family. Alex took Max into the main part of the palace and the ballroom that was being prepared for later that day. Everywhere he went in the palace he was finding each room more awesome and the ballroom was no exception, decorated so intricately and symmetrical, the chandeliers adorning the high ceiling sparkled like new. Every person they came across stopped and bowed following protocol, Max being acknowledged yet not addressed as he was accompanying the prince. It would never cross his mind right then to what extent the changes would have on him as a person, he was thinking ahead anxiously as the minutes went by until he was due to meet with the king. "I have to admit it scares me dating you seeing all this and how people react to you" Max admitted looking at him. Alex smiled holding his hand "I don't want to be locked away in a palace" Max said making it clear. "Are we making demands already?" Alex asked making Max smile. Alex kissed him gently "Importantly Max, you are what I want and you are a sensible person to love and keep me real". It was the first time Alex had openly kissed Max in a public area of the palace and the household present had all but stopped and looked over. Alex realised the ballroom had gone deathly quiet and looked around seeing the many heads turning back to what they were doing. It felt like an exhibition of Alex making his love for Max clear for everyone to see. Max looked as well then turned to Alex "I am sure there was a compliment in there somewhere". "Max you won the dowager queen over within minutes" Alex reminded him, "That has never been done". "You mean there were more before me?" Max asked smirking. "No, I mean Alden's choices, even my father the king" Alex said putting his arm around Max. Max smiled "Your grand mother is very astute and aware of what is going on" he remarked. Alex laughed "Oh yes, don't be fooled she knows every thing and all the gossip, trust me!" he replied. They walked in silence for a while until Alex stopped "You are going to staying?" he asked. Max turned to Alex "I love you Alex, plain and simple. Why the question?" he asked back at him. Alex shrugged "Reassurance you won't go running off" he replied quietly, "Now you know everything". "I am in awe of you Alex that goes without saying. But I want to be with you no matter what" Max assured him. Alex smiled in relief "We should get you ready to meet my father" he said. "The king?" Max asked like a stupid question that he already knew the answer to. "All you need to do is be you Max" Alex replied then stopped facing him, "And you stay with me". Max looked at him "I have a feeling saying no to you is not going to be an option" he replied flashing Alex a sexy smile. Alex kissed him again "Anyway I kind of promised in bed to stay here forever" Max reminded him. Their walk back to Alex's apartments was met with Liam arriving back. Max sat in the lounge and cancelled his flight back to London the following afternoon, staring at the cancellation notice of his flight he couldn't help thinking that every action was severing the life he knew and comfortable with. He never imagined that the impulsive decision to chase Alex down would end this way and building a new life here in the palace and Monrovia, but then what did he expect? He had no idea when he would be going home now, he sent a text to David his boss telling him he was taking an extended holiday, then he called his parents to explain he won't be home for Christmas and left it at that without disclosing anything. His parents knew from the call that their son had made contact with the prince even without saying as such. Liam was watching Max from the dressing room and Alex was watching Liam. "What's the matter?" Alex asked looking concerned at Liam's expression. "Hmm, nothing Alex" Liam replied walking over to him, "Is Max staying?" he asked. "I guess so unless my parents say otherwise" Alex replied, "He is finding it hard I think". Liam smiled "Stop worrying Alex. Artem and I will help him find his feet" he said assuring him. Alex walked in to lounge "It is done" Max said, "My parents understand and I have promised to call them". Alex sat next and kissed him "We can go to London for new year" he suggested. Max looked at him "Really?" he asked and Alex nodded, "Thank you Alex" he said kissing him. Artem appeared with a footman who was carrying several boxes wrapped with green ribbon, they both bowed addressing Alex and Artem then instructed the footman to put the boxes in the dressing room. "What on earth is all that?" Alex asked curiously watching the footman. "Josh sent these over for Max" Artem said handing Max a hand written card from Josh. Max read it aloud "Thought you might need some clothes as well. Love Josh". Alex sat back smiling "Love Josh" he sniggered, "Ooh Josh I love you" he mocked. "Can't help being adorable can I?" Max replied sitting back grinning. Alex walked over to the window "Snowing again" he said, "It is time" he said turning to Max. Opening the doors to his apartment two footmen were walking towards them 'Your royal highness' they both said and bowed, one took position in front and the other behind accompanying Alex and Max to the formal lounge. Alex kissed Max reminding him to be himself and remember the most important thing was to refer to him as Prince Alexander not Alex in front of his parents for the moment. He backed off as they approached the doors. The footman on duty nodded and opened the door 'Your majesty Mr Max Westwood-Lymm' he said announcing Max to the king then bowed and returned nodding again. Max glanced over at Alex who smiled for reassurance and nodded for him to enter, his head going over the protocol he needed to follow as he stepped inside. Instantly Max's breath was taken away, the formal lounge looked and felt incredibly cosy with a fireplace adorned with a huge Christmas garland. The cream almost white walls and gold gilded coving and chandelier all gave an appearance of royal opulence and elegance. The cream sofa and red velvet high baked chairs added a contrasting colour and luxurious appeal. His eyes fixed forward stepping towards the fireplace where he stopped. "Your majesty" he said to the king then bowed. "Welcome Mr Westwood-Lymm" the king said waving his hand to where he should sit "Please sit". The king waited until the footman left closing the door "Finally. Mauritius Max?" he asked. Max nodded "I am your majesty" he replied nervously wondering where this was going. The king smiled "Relax Max I am not here to put a spanner in the works" he said. "Thank you your majesty" Max replied bowing his head again even though he was seated. The king tapped his chin "What happened in London?" he asked straight out. Max nervously shook his head "I was taken back, scared when I found out about Prince Alexander". "And now?" the king asked looking at him. "I see he is still the person I fell in love with" Max said trying to be calm. The king studied him in silence for a moment "You will not run from him again?" he asked. Max lowered his head "I made a mistake and it took my parents to tell me that. And no I won't". The king nodded "I am putting a lot of trust in you Max, you would be good for my son". "Thank you your majesty" Max replied sincerely and the king smiled and leaned forward. "I need you committed to Prince Alexander, support him morally, be by his side" he added seriously. Max nodded "And you need to stop being so nervous now" the kind added with a smile. "Sorry" Max replied feeling a little more relaxed, "I am in well over my head" he joked. The king laughed "We all are Max, this is no walk in the park being royal even for us". The king stood up "I will smooth the way for you as much as I can Max" he said as the doors opened. Max looked around "Err... How do I leave a room?" he asked looking confused. "I will walk you to the door" the king said chuckling, "You will stay for Christmas?" he asked. "Well Alex, I mean Prince Alexander has asked me to stay" Max replied cautiously. The king smiled "If I know my son he has already moved you in permanently" he added looking at Max. "I think he has your majesty" Max replied, "But I will not outstay my invitation here". "Nonsense Max, if you are to be with Prince Alexander then this will be your home" the king said. "Thank you your majesty" Max said kindly, "Oh and great portrait of the queen" he said stumbling his words. The king looked at him and stopped walking "Really?" he asked, "Do you have an interest in art?". "I majored in art, post modern and historical masters" Max explained to the king who smiled. "Do you paint?" the king asked looking pleasantly surprised by this revelation. Max grinned "Well I can paint but not to your extent your majesty" he replied. The king laughed "Max that portrait took me a year to get right, you try getting the queen to sit still". Max laughed "That is why I only draw landscapes" he said to the kings amusement. "Max you are welcome to stay for as long as you like" the king said smiling. Reaching the door Max turned and bowed "Thank you your majesty" he said backing out. The footmen were waiting outside with Alex to accompany Max where he was advised his meeting with the king and queen would be at midday then lunch with the entire royal family at 1pm. The dowager queen appeared and dismissed the footmen instantly. Alex waved good bye to Max laughing as his grand mother whisked Max off on his portrait history lesson, Alex reminding her that Max was meeting the king and queen at 1pm. Max was surprised to learn how things had progressed so quickly in one day after the dowager queen informed him that it usually takes several weeks for all this to happen. They spent half an hour doing a whistle stop tour of past monarchs portraits explaining about each one and when they reigned. The dowager queen was suitably impressed by Max and his knowledge of art for such a young man even the various other paintings on their return to the royal residence he could tell her who the artist was. Alex was was sat on the floor casually chatting to Tom who was on duty, he smiled seeing them appear and Tom held his hand out helping Alex to his feet. Max bowed to the dowager queen thanking her for her time, she told him not to be nervous and that she would attend in a short while for some moral support as she left them. "My parents are inside" Alex said checking his watch noticing Max looked anxious but less nervous now. "I hope your mother approves of me" Max replied trying to make it sound light hearted. Alex smiled "Listen my grand mother likes you and she is the harder one to crack". "Good luck!" Tom said quietly giving Max another cheeky wink. Alex stood in front of Tom "Stop flirting with my man!" he said watching Tom holding himself together. "He is going to giggle" Alex said tormenting Tom who stood up straight looking at Max. "Stop it!" Tom said trying to ignore Alex, "Are you ready?" he asked and Alex nodded. Tom opened the doors to the formal lounge precisely at midday announcing Max to the king and queen then standing aside he beckoned Max to enter and watched him as he walked in and followed protocol accurately. "Don't worry Max these are will be quick meetings" the king said as they sat down. The queen leaned forward "Prince Alexander talks of you. What are your intentions?" she asked. "I... I love him" Max replied looking unsure if that is what she wanted to know. The queen nodded "I see" she replied looking at Max, "I know Prince Alexander is in love with you". Max half smiled "And what of him being a prince?" the queen now asked catching him by surprise. "Oh!" Max said, "Please understand it was a shock finding out who he is your majesty". "A pleasant one?" the queen asked assessing. Max shook his head "I didn't know what to make of it, I only knew him as Alex" he replied honestly. Tom entered again "Your Majesties, Her Majesty The Dowager Queen Beatrice" he announced bowing. Max watched the king and queen stand and Max knew he was suppose to do the same and quickly got to his feet banging his knee on the table then noticing the queen smile discreetly. Max waited until the king and queen had addressed the dowager queen then followed them. "Please sit back down" the dowager queen insisted then took a seat next to Max patting his knee. The king acknowledged what he saw "Am I to guess you have already met Mr Westwood-Lymm?". "Yes I have" the dowager queen replied, "Such a fine young man" she added. "Do you understand what being with Prince Alexander entails?" the queen asked getting back on track. "No your majesty" Max replied honestly, "Haven't got a clue what I am doing". "I will take responsibility for Mr Westwood-Lymm" the dowager queen now said. The king and queen looked at her and they both nodded "He is a match for Alex" she told them straight out. The queen looked at her husband "I have no objections, this must proceed" she said. "Very well I will convene the council" the king replied standing up with the queen. Max and the dowager queen stood "We will see Prince Alexander and yourself formally at 3pm" the queen said. The king stood and walked towards the fireplace "In the meantime lunch at 1pm Max" the queen added. "Thank you for showing me such generous hospitality your majesties" Max replied bowing. Max watched the king pull a chord next to the fireplace and Tom the footman appeared, Max followed protocol and was accompanied out of the formal lounge, Alex was waiting there patiently and could already hear his parents and grand mother talking. "Well?" Alex asked, "What happened, how did it go?" he spoke quickly desperate to know. Max looked at him "Dam that was surreal!" he said still stunned. "Yes but what did they say are we meeting them later?" Alex asked impatiently. "Well lunch as you know then you and I are to meet them at 3pm" Max replied. Alex jumped forward and kissed him "That is brilliant, still a few hurdles to go" he said. Max smiled "The dowager queen said she would vouch and take responsibility for me" he added. "Wow!" Alex replied looking shocked, "Max that is so significant" he exclaimed excitedly. Elias appeared replacing Tom "Are you finished for the day?" Alex asked looking at him. Tom bowed "Your highness, yes I have six hours free then on duty for the royal ball" he replied. "Okay Alex said, listen at 2pm do you want to take Max and show him the gym and pool?" he asked. "Wait you have a gym and a pool?" Max asked looking shocked as they walked off together. "Yes" Alex replied like it was normal, "How else do you think we all keep fit!" he said laughing. "I will collect you at 2pm from the prince's private quarters" Tom informed Max who nodded. Alex stood in front of Tom "And keep your hands off, he is mine!" he said in a hushed tone. Tom chuckled "Prince Alexander" he said with a stilly seductive voice, "One day... you and I". Max stifled a laugh "Don't worry I will get you as well!" Tom said bowing "Your royal highness". "I will be quick" Alex said to Max, "I have to meet with my parents at 2pm, my formal request" he explained. Max nodded and Tom slipped inside the passageway by the grand staircase and was gone. Alex and Max laughed chatting away as they went upstairs and along the corridor to the west wing and the private quarters. "Hopefully we won't have to do this for long" Alex said closing the doors. Max looked curiously at him "Do what?" he asked intrigued by his comment. "Hide away up here" Alex replied, "If all goes well we will be able to use the family rooms not be cooped up here". "I wouldn't call this being cooped up Alex!" Max said laughing, "You mean the rooms downstairs?" he asked. "Yes" Alex replied standing closer to Max, "Now kiss me you sexy fucker!" he said grinning. Max smirked "I can kiss and do you in 20 minutes" he replied grabbing Alex and pulling him close. "I bet" Alex said giggling away, "We have lunch though with the entire family". Max kissed then held Alex in his arms "Look what you have reduced me to Alex" he said happily. Alex leaned back staring at him "You stole my heart on the beach! That selfie you took...". "I think it said it all" Max replied before Alex could finish, "I saw you it in your eyes". Gently he kissed Alex again and it was becoming evident to them both how seriously and deeply they had fallen for each other. Not only did they see it but also the king and queen saw a magic between them over lunch, despite Max still looking anxious in their presence and forgetting to refer to Alex and Prince Alexander a few times. It took a while before Max really began to relax and conversation flowed where his life was being explored by the king and queen finding out as much as possible. Princess Marie and her husband had joined them for lunch and she was firing questions at Max as well. In her late thirties Princess Marie the youngest child of the dowager queen was the spitting image of her mother. Being a six year age difference between the king and princess they almost grew up in different worlds, in twist of fate Alex was a chip off her block and slightly rebellious at the whole royal charade for many years culminating in her relationship with Drew her protection officer at the time. A couple of years older than the princess he was a stunning looking man at the prime of physical fitness. The more Alex got to know Drew the more he understood how his auntie had at the young age of 24 fallen head over heels in love with him, in fact just like Liam, Drew was devoted to her service and still remained so to this day even in marriage. Knowing all the details now from his conversation with his father at Greenacres he could see the similar pattern that was evolving between Liam and himself. Everything that had happened with Liam in the last couple of days made things appear so clearly, Liam was protecting the prince from falling in to the same type of relationship even though it was now his protection officer who was scared of what was happening. Lunch was going so quickly with Max under the spotlight, even Alden sat there enjoying the show and offering the occasional ribbing of Max and eventually telling him he was way to good for his brother. Not being quite sure what to expect at lunch, Max was surprised how really ordinary the food was and how ordinary they acted as a family all together in private. Maybe it wasn't going to be that daunting he thought to himself and was certainly being made to feel very welcome by the entire family. The one thing Max had not counted on was how busy he was being with hardly any time to really stop and think about everything going on, every time he passed a window Max would look out at the snow covered grounds that stretched of to the distance. Whilst it was a far cry from the view he was use to it gave him a satisfaction and sensibility about his decision. "Penny for your thoughts?" Alex asked coming up behind Max making him jump slightly. Max kissed him on the cheek "Waiting for you" he replied as Alex put his arms around him. "How as your tour with Tom?" Alex asked, "Did he try it on with you?" he giggled. "No" Max replied glancing at Alex, "How did it go with your parents?" he asked. "Fine, they asked if this was what I really wanted" Alex replied, "Are you definitely sure Max?". Max nodded "Yes Alex" he replied, "I feel like... Silly really, like you is who I was waiting for". Alex smiled and turned Max around "My family like you Max and my father is making this happen". Max watched a footman walk past "I am scared, not of being with you but everything around you". "I get it Max" Alex said holding his hands, "If I am honest I don't know what the royal part holds". Max looked confusingly at him "I will find work here in Victoria, maybe work for Josh" he said. Alex laughed "No way am I leaving you and him alone together!" he exclaimed adamantly with a huge grin. "Either way I have to find somewhere to live and work here if that is what you want" Max said. Alex nodded "You will live here with me" he said making sure Max understood that. Max chuckled "I could get a job as a footman, working along side Tom" he suggested. Alex laughed "And how would that work when you are suppose to attend engagements with me?". "All in good time Max. Let's get through this bit first" Alex said kissing him. Alex checked his phone and suggested they get changed for afternoon tea, they climbed the semi circular staircase and Max confident now he knew the way took Alex's hand and lead him to the west wing of the palace and Alex's private quarters. Artem had hung the exquisite tuxedo Josh had sent over for Max and he was busy admiring it when Artem breezed in and ran through the shirts for Alex until he chose one then helped him dress. Max sat there giggling away finding this all amusing and quite surreal. Artem glanced at him "Don't worry you are next Max" he said winking at him. "Not likely, I can dress myself thank you" Max said opening the boxes from Josh. Artem came over and slapped his hand away "Not on my watch you don't, toe the line Max or else!". Alex was laughing so hard as Max sat there like a naughty child "Stand up" Artem demanded to Max. It was like a comedy show that Alex sat down and watched laughing continuously, each time Max went to unfasten a button Artem would slap his hand away. When he had unfastened Max did them back up again, the game went on until they almost had each other on the floor in a play fight. "Stop it" Artem said sitting on the floor sulking, "Do it yourself then" he said giving up. Max stood up straight "Sorry Artem, come on then" he said looking apologetically. "If you start again I will get Liam in here to hold you down!" Artem warned. "Seriously!" Max replied, "Now I will play you up" he said grinning stupidly. Artem rolled his eyes "Everybody loves Liam, everybody wants to touch Liam" he said jokingly, "blah! blah! blah!". Max smirked "Man you are jealous. Have you been there then?" he asked to which Artem rolled his eyes again. Alex stopped laughing "He is as straight as they come Max" he said standing up. Both dressed with ten minutes to spare Alex looked Max up and down and nodded then kissed him lovingly trying to reassure him that he looked fine. As they exited the apartment two footmen stood there waiting, bowing their heads 'Your royal highness, sir' they both said then the elder to the two spoke 'The King and Queen have insisted protocol is followed' he said. Liam came out of his door in his protection uniform and stood behind Alex. They followed the footmen until they reached the family room where two footmen stood on guard at the doors. The elder footman stopped 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander and guest have an audience with their Majesties the King and Queen on Monrovia' he said clearly. Hearing those words was enough to bring Max's nerves back until Alex took his hand and squeezed it lightly. Liam sensing Max's nerves stepped forward 'Don't worry Max this meeting has to follow protocol' he said hoping it would go some way to reassure him. One of the footman at the door had disappeared inside and returned 'Their Majesties The King and Queen of Monrovia will see His Royal Highness and guest' he said as both doors were opened. The two footmen stepped aside bowing their head and holding position until Alex and Max had walked past them in to the formal lounge. Alex stepped forward 'Your Majesties' he said bowing his head then raising it he stepped forward and kissed his mother and father on both cheeks. The king nodded and Liam was about to instruct Max but he took a breath and confidently stepped forward 'Your majesties' he said nervously first bowing to the king then the queen. Liam stepped to Max's side 'Your majesties' he said bowing his head then backed out of the room. The king invited them all to sit down and they just managed to to get comfortable when the doors opened again 'Her Majesty the Dowager Queen Beatrice' the footman announced as she came bustling in to the room. Everyone stood as the dowager queen approached and kissed her son and daughter-in law on the cheek. Max noticed that the dowager queen didn't curtsy or address them, then he remembered Liam mentioning on their walk that the dowager queen was a majesty and equal in stature but not rights. Alex then addressed the dowager queen and bowed then Max followed suit. "Max how lovely to see you again" she said, "Are they giving you a good grilling?" she asked. "Never mind sit next to me Max" the dowager queen said taking her seat on the sofa. "Where are we up to?" she asked, "What did I miss?" she was throwing questions looking at them all. "Granny calm down" Alex said patting her hand, "We have only just arrived". The king chuckled as a butler appeared serving afternoon tea for them all. Max felt slightly more awkward this time yet at the same time it had a feeling of being a very informal type of meeting. Glancing at Alex he noticed how relaxed he appeared and not worried in the slightest. The door opened at the footman announced 'Her Royal Highness Princess Marie Duchess of Victoria and His Lordship The Duke of Victoria' he said bowing his head as they walked past entering the room. Again everyone stood and Max watched Alex so he was sure what he needed to do when introduced again. It was strange watching this as Princess Marie curtsied to Alex then he bowed to her, her husband who he now realised held no actual royal title. He was still a Duke holding a privileged title which meant Max had to bow his head and refer to him as sir as instructed by the dowager queen who seemed to be loving her new new role as Max's mentor. The queen waited until the butler left "And what of your family?" the queen now asked. "Well they know where I am" Max replied, "But not what I am doing here your majesty". The queen smiled "You must make yourself at home Max especially over Christmas" she said. Max nodded "Your majesty, may I take the prince to London for new year?" he suddenly asked. The queen laughed "Do you think Alex can just hop on a plane?" she asked shaking her head. "Sorry" Max replied, "I keep forgetting it is not that easy" he said glancing at Alex and looking a little sad. The queen studied him for a moment "I don't see why not, that is if it can be arranged in time". "Your majesty, would Alex... I mean Prince Alexander be allowed to stay at my home?" Max asked. "We will discuss with council" the king replied, "And yes you must introduce Alex to your family". The next hour saw the royal formality dropped and a very casual afternoon tea talking about Max and his life. Just before 4pm the king stood and said he would see Max at the gala ball that evening. Alex stood and bowed and Max followed his lead and left the formal lounge. "Well?" the queen asked as they walked back to their royal apartments. The king stopped "You realise Alex is head over heels in love with him and won't settle for anything else" he said. The queen nodded "Then you need to make sure this happens" she replied, "I like him, nervous as hell though". The king smiled and they carried on walking "The governor is already on side" he informed her. "Good, I can't believe he won the dowager queen over so quickly" the queen added. The king chuckled "But then Alex is a chip off her block in many ways so it makes sense" the queen said. All the members of the royal chamber council were attending the ball that evening and the king sent word summoning them all to attend 30 minutes early to discuss Prince Alexander and Max.

. Following on from my last post on page 1116, all my stories shared out here are 100% true, and if any guys are in the limmasol area and want to meet you should get in touch as a "review" from a meet on here would be amazing... after a couple of weeks back in the UK I have returned to Cyprus, for personal reasons i had no meets in the UK, so now back in limmasol i was keen to get in touch with some old contacts, dave, Peter and Sammy have all fizzled out so it occurred to me that I could do with a new regular. I decided to try a bold mive and make a new grinder account, same info and pics but now my list of blocked members was gone. Very quickly i got a message from a guy, he sent some pics of a big thick cock and asked a couple of questions, the only issue was guys message was all in Greek, i reply asking if he speaks English and he says not really (in Greek) he sends me nore oics including one of him barebacking a guy who's bent over a bed. I feel my cock Twitch as i look at that poor stretched hole, imagining it were mine, i open Google translate and start translating his messages to English to understand, then writing back to him in Greek. I explain that i can't speak Greek and that I'm using a translator so I wouldn't be able to talk much in person, he replies that is fine as he doesn't want to talk to me he just wants to cum in me. I agree to meet him and he sends his address, he asks me to get to his on just over an hour, it's perhaps a 5 min drive or a 20 min walk, as it's a clear evening I decided to walk and have a drink near his first then get a taxi back. so i get sorted and head out. I stop off at a bar called rumours and order a drink. As I'm drinking he messages me delaying the meet by 30 mins, that means i now have nearly an hour to kill and I'm just a few minutes walk from his, I reply saying OK and go back to my drink. I get a message again a couple of mins later that i assume is him but turns out to be another guy, he's close by and says he can accom and do i want a quick fuck, i ask for pics and he sends me a cock pic only and says he has lube and condoms ready. At this point in wondering if the first guy is gonna flake on me so i message this second guy and say I'm free now but short on time as I'm meeting a mate in an hour, he assures me he will be done by then. I finished my drink and head over to the address given, the original guy has stopped replying so I assume he's gone for good lucky this 'plan b' appeared really. As i walk into the guys apartment he is very friendly, a bit camp and flamboyant too but decent looking, mid 30s wearing just a dressing gown, his English is good although he is Cypriot. He invites me to the bedroom where he drops his gown and reveals his already hard cock, he asks if I'm gonna suck him and i say if course and quickly get on my knees, he's freshly showered and tastes like soap and very soon his cock is sliding in and out of my throat as i look up at him, I'm still fully dressed at the moment and he suggests i take my clothes off and join him naked, i do as requested and he seems to approve, by now his cock is about 8 inches and a decent girth, but a bad starting point after a few weeks without a fuck, I resume sucking and he tells me that his boyfriend will be back soon and they are not in an open relationship so i need to be gone before he gets back. I tell him that's fine and down to him really, I pick up the pace sucking him and he starts to moan, commenting on my cock sucking skills and gently thrusting forward to get his cock deeper. He reaches for condoms and asks if I want to get fucked, I say yes and he smiles, telling me to bend over on the bed, he's about to open the condom when he asks "do you ever fuck without?" i think of all the bare cock I've taken out here then reply "occasionally" and he asks if I would consider letting him bareback me. I pretend to think about it for a few seconds then say "yeah I suppose so" not wanting to seem too keen, he chucks the Condom across the room and grabs lube, he pours some over my hole and slowly slides 1, then 2 fingers into my ass, "mmmm fuck this is tight" he comments before lining up the head of his shaft and starting to push his bare cock in me. He's very gentle and takes things slow which is kind of a good thing, he starts to increase pace and depth until all 8 inches is up my hole and I can feel his balls brushing against me, he doesn't say much, he just pumps again and again, I sniff my poppers and closr my eyes just enjoying the feeling of being used, feeling my ass stretch for this guy who is going to unload in me and throw me out before his boyfriend catches us, my mind gets carried away and I wonder what would happen if we got caught, would it be like in porn when they all end up together or would i be in the middle of an awkward domestic? My thoughts are interrupted when he asks if he can cum in me, i dont reply and instead leave him to make that decision himself, he seems to take my none response to mean yes and goes right ahead, he stops thrusting as his cum spills outta his cock and into my guts, he gives me a soft pat on the ass as he pulls out and says thanks before checking his phone. "boyfriend is going to be here soon, you gotta go" he says. This works out well for me as i dont like small talk anyway so I get my clothes on, say goodbye and leave. I check the time and the whole meet lasted about 30 mins i also hace a message from my Greek guy saying he's free and am I still coming. I wasn't expecting to hear from him again and I'm not sure what to do now,i told him he was going to be my first fuck in 3 weeks and now I'm literally leaking another guys cum, i writea message in Google translate explaining that ibhad literally just met someone who had ended up cumming inside me and maybe we should reschedule, his reply shocked me though "you little slut, get here now" His apartment wasn't far from the one I just left so i replied saying I would be 5 minutes, he face me the address and told me to let myself in. I reminded him that o dont actually speak Greek but he never replied, so 5 mins later I'm walking through the open front door of a guys house, he knows I'm full of cum and we can't communicate, i feel a bit uneasy but also incredibly turned on. He hears be close the door and simply shouts "here" from what i soon find out is the living room. He's naked on the sofa,phone in one hand, the ither playing with that big cock of his, I estimate he's about 40,Greek/Cypriot, his chest is covered in thick hair and he has a well trimmed beard. he gestures me to come and take over and says "clothes off first" so fit the second time in ab hour I undress in a strange apartment before getting on my knees and sucking a strange cock. He is much more assertive than the last guy, he oushes my head down and his cock into my throat causing me to gag and choke, he doesn't speak to me at all, just keeps playing with his phone while fucking my face, he eventually laughs at the phone and puts it down, sitting forward and forcing my legs apart, he shoves 2 fingers inside me and pulls them out with cum on, he wipes the fingers on my arm and says "you slut yes" i kinda just nod with his cock still in my mouth, he jumps up and points to the sofa, I'm not sure what he wants so he man handles me into position, knees on the floor bent over the sofa with my face shoved into a pillow. He gets behind me and says something in Greek, he spits on his hand and puts fingers in my ass again and then I feel him move up toward me. His cock is very hard, most cocks at least feel a bit squishy/fleshy, as this one was pushed past my sphincter it felt like a metal rod going up me, he didn't take it slow, more just slowly inserted his full length straight into new balls deep, he was definitely bigger than the last guy and it hurt a little bit, he slid his cock back out before pushing in again, these long slow thrusts continued for a while until his whole cock slipped from my stretched hole, he quickly pushed back in and this time changed to much quicker thrusts, fucking me deeply in my ass and talking in Greek, i didn't respond and instead just stayed there bent over allowing him to use me, he got faster and faster until eventually I felt his whole body tense up, he dumped a huge load of spunk inside me, it started to drip out as soon as his removed his hard dick from my hole. He helped me up and passed he my t-shirt "goodbye my friend" he said as he walked into a different room. I took this as my hint to leave so I got dressed and let myself out. A quick time check told me that i had been fucked and cum inside twice in just over an hour, i decided to get a Taxi home, happy with my first dive back into my role as a sub cum dump in Cyprus

I have been DL gay for a long time but started taking raw loads in DC about 10 years ago. Hard enough to hide from my fam the fact I love black men. But I started chasing poz black dick. My last trip to DC did it. I invited a cute and a bit fem dude with a huge dick and beautiful hazel eyes to my hotel room. I knew he was poz and he knew I was turned on. As he slowly entered me he kept saying that I am surrendering my life to him tonight. He had me rub his scorpion tat as he worked his dick slowly in and out of me. Then it was like he got possessed because he started really tearing me up in a good way. He said he was getting close and I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to. He froze in mid stroke and said “I am changing you forever” and plunged completely inside me. I felt incredible warmth spread in me and his eyes never broke from my gaze. We fell asleep with him inside me. During the night he fucked me awake again. I ended up taking 3 poz loads. I assumed he was undetectable but when he was leaving he said he had a VL of 1M and to let him know when I convert. Now I am just getting over the fuck flu. I told my fam it was Covid. My VL is 500k and rising. I have another business trip to DC next week to take another toxic load and start spreading mine.

My apologies for the long hiatus. A combination of life events and writers block. But you're continued support for the story and your kind words brought me back. As always love hearing your thoughts and where the story might go. Feel free to message me if you want to some of the real life inspiration 😉 Chapter 8 Leon seemed really pissed, and what happened to Troy? He exudes nothing but dominance and control but as soon as he saw Leon he went to jelly. “You know the rules cunt. No cock enters my new fags until we know the gift has taken unless they are my progeny. What the hell were you thinking?” Leon spat at Troy. “I’m sorry Leon, I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t thinking” Troy said meekly a sudden change from his demeanour while he fucked Charlie. “Clearly not, I guess we’ll just have to make sure you never have a lapse of judgment again” Leon said sternly. Jack moved behind Troy kicking the back of his knees forcing him to drop to the ground. Leon ran up to me and knelt down beside me grabbing my face. “Are you okay Daddy? Did he hurt you?” Leon said in the most caring tone I’d heard him use. “Yeah I’m fine, he didn’t fuck me. He didn’t even get his head in” I said, almost crying. “I’m so glad Daddy. We need to make sure it is my gift that liberates you, my strain” Leon said, pulling me in and kissing me gently before standing up. He walked over to Troy and stood with his crotch in his face. “As for you Troy. I don’t think you’ll make that mistake again any time soon” Leon laughed as he began to unbuckle his belt. “You’re lucky I even let your inferior strain near my fags” Leon said, “if it wasn’t for Charlie you’d be out on your ass, but for some reason he loves you dearly.” “Yes Leon, I’m sorry. Please forgive me, you don’t need to do this” Troy begged. “You’ll learn your lesson beta” Leon laughed. Leon dropped his denim short shorts to the ground and stepped out of them as his thick heavy cock swung down slapping his thigh - he’d been going commando. “Open wide slut” Leon barked at Troy. Troy kept his mouth shut, pleading with his eyes for mercy. “I won’t ask again cunt” Leon shouted as he slapped his superior Alpha dick against Troy’s face before spitting in it. Jack came up behind Troy grabbing his chin and forehead forcing his mouth open. “Get me hard faggot” Leon laughed with glee. “And if I feel any fucking teeth, Jack’s going to knock them out”. Leon quickly grew hard. His absolute monster of a cock forcing its way into Troy’s mouth. Jack held his head in place as Leon face fucked Troy with a fury I don’t think I have ever seen, not even in porn. My little fag dick was rock hard, this shoudn’t be turning me on. I pool of precum forming on the floorboards under me. I shouldn’t watch but I can’t look away. It was clear that Troy was no cocksucker. I would later learn that he had only ever topped, never even tried sucking dick before, let alone bottoming. He was one of the rare few that got the gift from a bottom and spread his gift thereafter. By this point Troy was gagging and dripping spit and puke out the sides of this mouth. “You’re a fucking disgrace you pathetic wannabe Alpha. You don’t deserve to fucking share your gift, your weak strain and pitiful viral load” Leon shouted. Pulling dick and whacking it hard across Troy’s face, Troy gasped for air and begged “Please Leon I’ve learned my lesson I won’t touch your property ever again I promise”. “Who the fuck is Leon faggot?” Leon demanded backhanding Troy across the face. “I mean Sir, I’m sorry Sir please stop it won’t ever happen again” Troy whimpered starting to cry as he collapsed on the floor. At this point I glanced over at Charlie expecting him to be beside himself at what was happening to her boyfriend. But to my surprise my sister was tapping away on her chastity cage and had two fingers in her pussy, moaning with delight. Pussy? Sister? Feminine pronouns? Why was I thinking like this? “What do you think Charlie, has your boyfriend learned his lesson?” Leon asked? Breaking out of her trance Charlie responded through moans “that’s your decision to make Sir, I have no say in how Troy repays his debt”. “Correct answer, good girl” Leon said in an affirming tone. Turning back to Troy and in a sadistic tone “we’re just getting started with you fag. Let’s see if we can’t boost that weak strain of yours. Put him down Jack”. Jack immediately pushed Troy all the way down onto his stomach and held him down. “Come over hear Daddy fag” Leon said to me gently. I got up of the floor, a long string of precum breaking away as I did. “I need you to do a very important job for me baby. I need you to sit on this pathetic excuse of an Alpha’s back and hold his chest up by the arms so he can’t get away from his punishment. Do you understand Daddy fag?” Leon said to me slowly and clearly. I just nodded. “Good boy” he said before leaning in kissing me softly on the lips, I started to go weak at the knees, I’d never felt more needed in my life. Jack got off the struggling Troy and held him down while I got on top of him and sat on his back with my knees either side of him. I locked each of my arms behind his elbows, lacing my fingers together to keep a good grip forcing his chest up. He tried to struggle but Leon kicked him hard in the abs. “I want you to go first Jack, need your PA to tear him up so our strain will really take” Leon ordered. “Oh and while he doesn’t deserve it, use some lube, I don’t want to be here all night.” Jack went to his room and returned with a big bottle that looked like a condiments bottle. He knelt behind me. I couldn’t quite see as I looked back, but he put a liberal amount on this index and middle finger. I noticed that his nails were quite long and almost looked sharpened. He must have forcefully shoved them into Troy’s hole because he yelped out in pain. “Shut up you useless fag, here let’s stop that wailing” Leon said as he stood in front of Troy again and shoved his cock in his mouth and started fucking his face again, “and don’t forget what I said about teeth.” Leon grabbed the back of Troy’s head and fucked his face without a care, I could feel his body pushing back into me, rubbing against my little dicklet which hadn’t stopped dripping since the punishment began. Seeing Leon’s animalistic desires unfolding on someone who wasn’t me was a strange feeling. It turned me on more than anything but I couldn’t help but wish it was me he was defiling. I had come over to get my wedding ring back, but what I really wanted was to give myself to Leon, my hot big dick twink Alpha. I felt Jack’s body get close to mine as he was preparing to take Troy’s anal virginity. Troy started to buck and struggle as Jack forced his way in. “Hold him Daddy fag!” Jack commanded. “Try not to struggle Troy you fucking fag, you’ll only make it harder for yourself” Jack laughed. “That’s it Jack, take this worthless slut’s cherry” Leon smirked while keeping a steady rhythm fucking Troy’s throat while he gagged and drooled. “God this slut is tight, but we’ll get there soon enough” Jack said with determination. “Tear his cunt up Jack, no mercy” Leon ordered. I could tell by the way he was moving behind me that Jack was slowly working his thick dick into Troy’s tight hole. After what must have been ten or so minutes I felt Jack’s body right up against mine, he must have finally gotten his full length in. The entire time Leon did not miss a beat fucking Troy’s mouth. Troy had given up nearly all resistance and resigned himself to his fate, tear streaming down his face. I glanced at Charlie who was now on her knees, slightly behind Jack getting a full view of her boyfriend’s deflowering. She was bouncing up and down on her fingers, her caged clit leaking as much as mine. “Now the fun begins faggot” Jack shouted with glee. I could feel Jack picking up speed as he was now working Troy’s cunt. I could hear each grunt and feel each time he slammed balls deep into the once powerful Alpha. Troy had been reduced to two holes. “That’s it Jack. Just like I taught you. Let’s teach this fucking rat a lesson he’ll never be able to forget” Leon said menacingly. “Take that you pathetic fucking tool. Your ass is mine. Can you feel my PA ripping open your cunt?” Jack shouted as he pounded Troy’s once untouched hole. Jack moved his hands onto my shoulders to give himself more leverage. He was now pounding Troy’s hole without mercy and seemed to be getting faster and faster. “Are you ready for your first load in your useless pussy slut?” Jack shouted. “That’s it Jack, waste this fag’s cunt” Leon responded. He pulled his dick out of Troy’s mouth. Drool and slobber falling out of it as he gasped for air. “Answer the man fag!” Leon demanded. Troy just gasped and spluttered. *Thwack* Leon backhanded him again. “I said answer slut!” Leon shouted again. “Please breed my hole, anything to stop the torture Sir” Troy begged. “Looks like he’s not much of an Alpha afterall” Leon laughed. “Fill him up Jack”. With that Jack’s thrusts became even more furious and his grunts even louder. But within a few seconds I could feel Jack’s body shudder as he collapsed onto my back. But I held on to Troy’s arms. Knowing my duty. Jack quickly slipped out of Troy and came around to his mouth. His thick dick was glistening pink and slick with cum. He really tore up Troy’s pussy. I swearI could even see a small piece of flesh on one of his PA’s cones. “Clean him up fag” Leon ordered. Troy reluctantly opened his mouth and cleaned off Jack’s spent Alpha dick. “That’s it slut, taste your punishment” Jack laughed. “Now it’s time for the main event cunt” Leon said leaning down close to Troy’s face. “Don’t worry I’m not going to make it last too long. Not because I think you deserve mercy, but because you don’t deserve the gift that is my dick longer than is necessary.” Leon knelt down behind Troy and lined up his thick twink dick. “No extra lube though fag, I want you to really feel mine” Leon laughed “And Jack, take a break, I don’t want anything in his mouth. I want to hear every blood curdling scream.” Jack went and sat down next to Charlie to rest. Charlie immediately started worshiping Jack’s cock, tasting her boyfriend’s ass for the first time. Leon wasted know time entering Troy’s well fucked hole. Troy yelped in pain as I felt Leon’s body push against mine. Take my Superior Alpha cock slut. You will never forget who is the real Dom in this house. You will learn your place and never cross me again. “Please stop, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Troy cried. “You will be forgiven soon fag, but first you have to pay the price” Leon snapped back. Leon was merciless in getting his dick balls deep in Troy. It helped a little that Jack had opened him up, but Leon knew what he wanted. I could feel Troy’s wails as Leon went tip to base in quick succession. He was truly in pain and Leon was loving it. “Beg me slut, beg me for my Superior strain” Leon commanded. Troy’s spirit was broken and very little resistance remained. “Please Sir. Poz me with your Superior Alpha strain. I need it.” Troy managed to get out between sobs and tears. “God you are pathetic Troy. You can’t even stand up for yourself. You have no right to call yourself an Alpha “Leon said with satisfaction. “A real man would have fought back against this punishment. But you submitted quickly and easily to a fem twink and short cub. What a fucking waste of a big cock you have.” Leon leaned in and hooked his arms around me in a close embrace. One over my left shoulder and the other under my right arm. Holding me close bringing his mouth up to my ear. “This is for you Daddy fag. This is my proof of my commitment to you and your journey. I promise you that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and protect you from worthless men like Troy.” Leon whispered gently into my ear as I felt his cock working fast and hard into Troy’s now destroyed cunt. “Do you understand Daddy fag?” “Yes Sir” I whispered back. I felt so safe and wanted in Leon’s arms. “I love you Daddy fag” Leon cooed. “I love you too Sir” I impulsively responded. My heart was racing, did I really just say that? There was no time to process what had just happened. I could feel Leon going into overdrive as he pulled back from me and held onto my shoulders as Jack had. “Here is comes fag, the gift you don’t deserve but will absolve you of your sins” Leon grunted. I could feel him powering into Troy’s hole. And within seconds Leon’s body shuddered and as he filled Troy’s cunt with his toxic gift. As he did I could feel Troy buck underneath me. As Leon pulled out of Troy I let go of his arms and he fell to the floor with a loud thump. Leon got up and came around in front of me he still hard cock glistening with a mix of cum and blood. “I think you earned this Daddy fag” Leon said with pride offering me his perfect Superior cock. I quickly engulfed his Alpha dick, I hadn’t realised how much I needed cock to feel content and happy. I eagerly cleaned off his perfect dick and worshiped it, taking as much of it into my throat as I could before gagging. Leon pulled his cock out and leaned down kissing me passionately, our tongues exchanging the cum mixture. He pulled me up off of Troy’s back. “Go sit down Daddy fag you deserve a little rest” Leon said before kissing me softly on the lips sending a buzz through my whole body. Looking down at Troy’s back was a pool of my precum and my sticking out just a little my rock hard beta dicklet. Troy rolled onto his side into the fetal position cradling himself crying uncontrollably. As he did he revealed a pool of cum underneath him on the floorboards. “Check this out Jack, the supposed Alpha came hands free by being fucked by real Men” Leon laughed;. “Guess he’s more of a fag than he let on” Jack laughed back. Charlie pulled herself off Jack’s dick he had been diligently worshiping to have a look for herself. A sort of disgusted look came across her face when she saw it for herself. “Just remember Troy you may be forgiven now but what you tried tonight will not be forgotten” Leon said with a sort of pity. “I hope you’ll never forget who the real Alphas are in this house.” Troy just cradled himself and cried. “Pathetic!” Jack chimed in. Charlie got up to her feet and walked over to Troy’s broken body and kneeled down beside him. Troy looked up at his sissy boyfriend through teary eyes. “Let’s get out of here Charlie, it’s clear we aren’t welcome here” Troy said wiping his eyes. “Oh Troy” Charlie giggled “I’m not going anywhere with you. It’s laughable you’d assume I’m still your sissy after what I saw tonight. What kind of Alpha cums from being fucked. What kind of Dom doesn’t even stand up for himself. You were a Gold Star Top and I’m a Gold Star bottom. That’s why we had worked so well. But now you’re just a fag to me, and I don’t fuck fags sweetie.” “But babe, I’m your Daddy and you’re my princess” Troy blubbered as tears began to well again. “Not any more fag, you’re just like me know” Charlie said holding back a giggle. “Oh and you won’t be needing this anymore” Charlie said, reaching for the key hanging around Troy’s neck and yanking it off. “Now I think it’s for the best if you just collect yourself and leave, like a good boy. Charlie leaned in and kissed Troy on the forehead. “It was fun while it lasted, but I need a real man” Charlie said. Troy slowly got up and began to dress with his back to us. Clearly embarrassed as cum and blood ran down his legs. Troy walked to the door, too embarrassed to look any of us in the eyes. “Forgetting something Troy?” Leon asked sternly “I think you owe someone here an apology. He reluctantly turned around and looked directly at me “I’m sorry Brian” he said meekly before showing himself out. My eyes started to well as I through myself into Leon’s arms. “Thank you Sir, no one has ever looked out for me like that before” I said starting to cry. “It’s okay Daddy fag, its all over now and you’re safe. That’s all that matters” he said gently, holding me against his perfect body.

1. From a practical perspective, you won’t find that many anon cumdumps setting up hosting arrangements in hotels where there are potential barriers to entry. It would be foolish, for instance, to advertise a door-open setup with your room door open…if the guy couldn’t get past the front door without a key card of his own after dark. Likewise, there’s no advantage to setting up in a hotel where Tops would have to parade by the front desk - a certain percentage of them would simply turn away rather than be seen by anyone, so the cumdump would be automatically limiting his prospects. I will only select a hotel for hosting if the room entrances open to the outside and can be accessed without passing through a lobby. Granted, that removes a layer of security one might have, but I when I tell the world of men that my door is open and my ass is theirs to take, I’m already prepared to take whatever comes through that door. When evaluating a cumdump to fuck, I recommend that you take the arrangements carefully into account - if the cumdump is set up in an impractical location with barriers to access it may well mean that you’re dealing with someone inexperienced. 2. When I advertise, ‘Door’s open, come on in,’ I mean precisely that. I rig the door so that it will not latch shut and can simply be pushed open. I expect that the Top will take that initiative because I intend that the first thing he sees when he opens the door is going to confirm to him that he has made the right decision to come - I am going to be in position for him. If I had to get up to open a door, there would be no such moment on entry. Most Tops do simply push and enter, but occasionally one will insist on knocking, and more rarely, will refuse to enter until I come to the door, which is really quite irritating. Don’t be that guy. This is not the place for you to demonstrate your manners, this is the place for you to come in and fuck a slut. It is possible, depending on the cumdump and his setup and arrangements, that you could encounter another Top present using the holes. In my own experience, that is much the exception rather than the rule. Most anon encounters involve men seeing to their own needs, often covertly and in need of discretion. Many will not approach if they think another man is present or may soon be. Even those who are keen for some group action seldom bring the group themselves; I am very often asked if I can invite other men to join, but I find this risky in that I have as good a chance of frightening someone off by proposing group play as I do enticing them. I usually just tell men they’re welcome to bring as many as they want with them - I’ll take all of them. How naked you get for sex in any situation is a matter if personal preference, and it runs the gamut. I’ve had men remain fully clothed and simply unzip, and I’ve had them strip down to every level from there to nude. (I’m always slightly bemused by a man who will take off every stitch of clothing to full-body-contact fuck me…with his hat on.) What you choose to say to the cumdump, if anything, is also purely discretionary, and a seasoned cumdump will take his cue from what you do or don’t say. Some men are friendly and downright chatty; some say no more than what’s necessary; some incorporate their talk into their play in sensual, filthy, and/or degrading ways - I get told I’m a whore and a faggot quite a lot and it seems to invigorate them - and sometimes they don’t say a single word. One young man in Louisville has bred me several times, and has not uttered a syllable beyond a heavy, satisfied sigh while he unloads in me. For all I know he’s mute. You do you. In the event that you should find yourself in an anon, impromptu group sharing an ass, there is no rulebook to follow about how to behave. You just go with it. My advice is to be observant, and be conscious of the needs, appetites and tastes that the other men express. Enter into it in the spirit of a mutually shared pleasure, and strive to ensure that everyone is able to participate to the level that he wishes, without pressure to perform. Be yourself and don’t worry about what the others may be thinking - your open sexuality will be a turn-on. Importantly, do not monopolize the holes. Make sure the cocks are getting their turns, rotating through several times until spent. The worst thing Tops can do in these situations, I find, is stand apart at a distance, watching wordlessly until one finishes fucking. It simply makes the one fucking feel put on the spot and under pressure to both perform and to hurry. But again, I think you’ll find that most times it will just be you and the cunt in the room. Don’t be hesitant, and don’t be bashful! Cumdumps like me were put on earth to ensure that Tops like you never have to go a single day without fucking a warm, wet hole if you want it. It’s tragic to me when I think that right now, this moment, somewhere there’s a Top beating off in his hand and wishing he could fuck someone, and my ass is sitting here not being fucked. Go out and get you some. And if fate ever brings you to my open door, don’t knock. Just come on in and help yourself.

So I finally got a nice big tip at work, best I’ve had in ages so decided I’m gonna have a trip to a bathhouse. when I got there is was quiet and I thought covid levels was back again so I went into one of the gloryhole booths dropped my towel and started lubing my hole while I waited. I almost gave up when I heard the door next door open and close, taking a peek I saw a heavy older man, he quickly turned to the hole dropping his towel and gave me a mouthful of cock. I sucked him greedily for a while before he grunted and came down my mouth. He grunted a thanks kid and walked out. No one else came in so I decided to grab my towel and go check out the sauna, there were a few guys there but no action so I dropped my towel and walked in letting them all get an eye full. One guy got up and came over, mid 30ies guy with a nice hairy bod, he asked if I was up for some dark room fun. I grabbed my towel but didn’t put it on I was excited. When we got in the dark room three smells hit my nose fast, sweat, sex and cum. So when he put his hand on my ass and guided me to the bench he got no complaints, laying on my front my cock wedge up against the edge of the bench so he could grab it he didn’t waste any time spitting on my ass lining up and thrusting in. The guy clearly didn’t want to wait long, he was pounding me fast not letting me adjust till he was moaning out and cumming into me. he gave my ass a spank and cleaned his cock off on my butt before leaving, I just laid there wondering if that was it. I heard the door open and close with him leaving so I thought about going to and cutting my losses when I felt a hand grip my butt and a whisper in my ear, “how old are you and you want another” I was instantly turned on again my cock leaking so I mumbled back I’m 20 and don’t ask me just do it. He chuckled and started pushing his cock into my ass slowly, he fucked me nice and made me feel every inch of his cock I was so distracted I didn’t hear the door until I felt a hand pull my hair and a cut chick rub against my lips opening wide to let it in I knew I was in for a great time. the two guys kept going fucking be at both ends I had no idea how long it was but I felt the cock fucking my ass speed up and not long after felt the warm sensation of cum being dumped in me, the guy whispered in my ear thanks for taking my daddy load. Then the guy at my mouth pulled out for his turn. His fucking wasn’t so good but by that point I just wanted more. Word must have gotten round as I found myself sucking another cock while jerking another. My legs were shaking by the time the new guy came in my ass and the other in my mouth I didn’t think I could take anymore but the last guy turned me over leant down and kissed me before whispering “your a total slut now” before thrusting in his cock in one. When he finished I was sore as hell, grabbing my towel to clean myself up having cum getting fucked on my back I walked out past the two guys checking me out when I came out, no idea if they were the ones that loaded me last. as I went out the bathhouse now clothed back to a normal day with so much cum still in me.

ASSMUNCH ********************* When you get booted, it happens fast. It’s intended to be overwhelming so that you don’t have time to think because they’ve already decided you’re leaving. Oh, they play their games with the questions, instilling fear in you with threats of court martial if it’s that serious. They ask the questions, you answer. They lay out the worst case scenario if you choose to play it out, and everything is painted in terms of damning evidence no matter how flimsy. It didn’t matter anyway because no 19 year old has any idea what qualifies as admissible evidence and it’s all damning. And they know that. They know you don’t know any better and they use your ignorance against you. Add to that they’ve trained you to recognize the Army has total control over you. It’s not even subconscious, it’s right there in the front of your brain, every day. You don’t fight Command because you lose every time. But you’re scared. So fucking scared. You can’t think straight. Standing in front of your First Sergeant you have no power, no control and you feel your life slipping away. You want to throw up and feel like you’re going to lose control of your bladder and bowels. You’re told you could spend years in military prison. Almost none of what they hit you with is true or at least so unquestionable it can’t be argued. It’s pure Interrogation Manual tactics. But more experienced minds would instantly recognize if they lobbed a slow pitch like a less than honorable it meant they were hoping to get you to take yourself out because putting you through the grinder of a tribunal or trial had little chance of success. And the sickest, most twisted part of it is that you end up feeling just a little grateful that they’re being kind enough to give you a way out that doesn’t mean being dragged in front of a tribunal, your shame publicized, and you get to stay out of prison. All you have to do is admit you broke the military code of conduct or the UCMJ. When you have time in the long regret of life beyond your destroyed dreams you might think through it all with a clear head and realize the game they played. Maybe it would occur to you that they didn’t want the mess and negative publicity that formal discharge fight would entail. And you might follow the logic to the conclusion that if these old guard career military had anything near a slam dunk case you’d never get an offer of bowing out gracefully. The Army loved to make public examples of bad conduct. So, your older clearer mind would ponder, why would they work so hard to avoid making an example of you? Discharges happened for all sorts of reasons and routine ones happened weekly because the Army doesn’t tolerate fuck-ups. All that was going through my head when Sarge called me off the rifle range and told me to report to Top. We were in the middle of rifle qualification, and a summons by the First Sergeant was nothing less than dead serious, especially if it interrupts training. It was either because of the meet ups with Sleeper, or the stunt I pulled out in the field. If that fucker Puta ran his mouth I was going to make him eat through a straw for the next six months. Sarge was blank faced, I couldn’t read any clue from him and when I asked his reply was short. “First Sergeant’s orders. Don’t make him wait, Private.” So there I sat outside Top’s office trying not to lose my mind. I was going through explanations for my actions in an attempt to be prepared, but I had trouble focusing. Every worst case scenario kept interfering. Was this another tactic - interrupt my qualifications course, have me rush here, then make me stew until I was ready to break? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “The First Sergeant is ready for you, Private. Go in.” His clerk jolted me back to reality. I knocked on the door and heard ‘Enter.’ from inside. I really tried to walk through the door with confidence but part of me knew I was anything but that. “Close the door Private.” I immediately did, then assumed attention. “First Sergeant.” I addressed him. “At ease, Brickmann.” The First Sergeant looked tired. He was maybe in his early 40’s, somewhere around my dad’s age. Still in pretty good shape, but I guess they don’t pick the fat ones to run the show, that might look bad. “Son, there’s no good or easy way to say this. Your father has died. Your mother is expecting your call. Use my phone. Nolan will put you through, just tell him the number.” He got up from his chair and motioned me to sit down. I didn’t move. What? That can’t be right. I just talked to him three days ago, Sunday. We talked about the playoffs and the upcoming college bowl games. He twisted his back playing golf, but was fine. He was going to take mom to some fancy restaurant and a play for her birthday next month. Just normal dad stuff. “Top, that’s not funny. Why am I here? Am I in trouble?” That made more sense. If this was another sick and stupid tactic to throw me off, they were about to meet one super pissed off Private. They could fuck ALL the way off with that bullshit. “Son, just-“ “DON’T CALL ME… “ I shut it down. Control. Stay in control, I told myself. “What is this about, First Sergeant? The truth…. please.” Top looked even more tired. “Call your mother. I’ll make it an order if I have to.” I moved around him to his chair and picked up the phone. I watched Top leave, closing the door behind him. I told SSgt. Nolan my home phone number, and heard my mom pick up. It was mid morning back home in Texas and I was glad that I wouldn’t be waking her up. “Mom? What’s going on?” I tried to sound calm, but my voice was shaking. “Tom, sweetheart your father died last night. I’m so sorry I have to tell you like this.” She sounded strangely composed. “How?” was all I could manage to get out. “He woke up about three, went to the bathroom, then came back asking where the heartburn medicine was. Then he couldn’t get back to sleep, so I made him a grilled cheese. You know he loves those. Then he sat in his chair and told me he married a good woman. He fell asleep in his chair, and when I went to put a blanket on him, he wasn’t breathing. The ambulance people said it might have been a heart attack from the sound of the symptoms.” I sat there stunned. How could he die like that, so fast? He wasn’t old. He was the strongest man I knew, he could handle anything. He couldn’t be gone. I imagined him sitting in his chair the last time I was home, we were watching ESPN talking about pre-season baseball and the Pittsburg Pirates. I imagined the smell of mom’s grilled cheese, also one of my favorites. I thought about the beer dad let me drink that trip, because he said I was a man now after graduating Basic. Even though he knew I’d had beer before, but this was my first beer with my dad, and yeah, that made me feel like a man for the first time too. “Tom? Are you okay?” Mom pulled me back from my thoughts. “Sweetheart, talk to me.” I reasserted control, clamped down on my crumbling heart and the tears I felt filling my eyes. This was not the time for that. My mom had to be hurting and I could push my own emotional storm down to do whatever I could to help her through this. I put the raging debris of my own feelings in a box and shoved it behind a door in my mind. This pain would not master me. “I’m okay, mom. Are you doing okay?” I answered her with a confidence that was entirely faked. The last thing she needed was to worry about me. She didn’t answer right away. Knowing her, she was probably trying to decide whether to believe me. Apparently she chose to let me lie to her. “I’m fine.” I heard her sigh. “There’s a lot to do, but I have time. I’m supposed to meet with your father’s commander today. He said they’ll do whatever they can to deal with the arrangements and paperwork. I don’t know what he’ll be able to do, but he’s going to talk with your commander and get you home for the funeral.” “When? Mom, I don’t know what happens if I don’t complete training. I’m too close to finishing.” God, if I had to choose, the Army was going to kiss my ass. Would they do that to me? Probably, the Army didn’t give a crap about our personal feelings. I slammed the panicked thought into the steel wall of my determination. Let them try. I welcomed the opportunity to prove they couldn’t force me to make an impossible choice. “I don’t know either, sweetheart. Talk to your First Sergeant. Call me this weekend, when you have time. We’ll both know more. Timmy wants to talk to you. I love you sweetheart.” My younger brother’s voice came over the phone. “Tom?” He sounded sad. “Yeah, little bro? You doing okay, bud?” Fuck, this was hard being half a world away. I should be there, hugging them both. My brother was only 16, he shouldn’t have to handle this shit without his big brother. This was a triple kick in the gut and the tears threatened to unman me again. There was an empty space left behind by my dad and I was SUPPOSED to fill it for my family, but I wasn’t there when they needed me. The unfairness and powerlessness made me angry. I couldn’t let it leak out where Tim could hear so I did what I had become far too comfortable with, I locked the anger away. I wasn’t important. My feelings didn’t matter. Tim needed me to be strong and I would help him be strong because we were TNT, TomAndTim… the dynamite Brickmann Bros. “Dad died, Tom. I don’t know how I am.” The lost sound in his words broke my fucking heart. “They took him away in the ambulance and he’s not here anymore and he should be here.” ‘I’m sorry I’m not there either, Tim’ I thought to myself. “Yeah, bud, I know. It sucks so bad. But you know mom needs you. I’m coming home, but I don’t know when they’ll get me there. So you gotta be the man, okay? Can you do that for me bud?” I heard him sniff and knew he was crying. That made me want to cry too. “I guess I can.” Tim said. “Mom said I don’t have to go to school, but I don’t want to be here. I don’t know if I want to go to school either. I don’t know, Tom. I don’t know where to go! What am I supposed to do?” The threat of losing control stampeded inside my chest at hearing my sweet brother falling apart and having no idea how to handle something no kid should have to endure. But I could help him at least this much. “You stick with mom today, buddy. She’s got a lot of calls to make, she’s going to the base, and probably more errands. Just hang out with her, and listen, to everything. I need you to tell me what you see and hear, and if mom loses it you call me here, I’ll make sure you have a number where you can get a message to me. We have to make sure mom’s okay. That’s all you have to do today, and tomorrow. Got it bro?” “Okay, Tom. Can you come home soon?” He said in a quiet voice. “As soon as the Army will let me. I love you, buddy. Can’t wait to see you and give you a huge hug.” “I love you too. Bye.” I stayed on the phone, wondering if mom was going to come back on, but it just clicked to silence. I hung up and went to the door. Outside, Top was standing next to SSGT Nolan at his desk, talking with him. They both looked over when they heard the sound of the door opening. “Everything okay, Private?” Top asked. “Yes. Everything’s fine.” I know it came out cold and emotionless, but I had no room in me for entertaining empty sympathies. “Could you make sure my family has a way to get a message to me any time they need to, even after duty hours?” “Already done, Private. SSGT Nolan is going to make the arrangements for you to get home for the funeral. Let’s talk in my office.” I got six days leave, two of which were for travel. They were flying me civilian there, through Frankfurt, then Atlanta, then Austin. They didn’t have a date for the funeral yet, so couldn’t get me on a hop to the States. But I would be on a military hop on the way back out of Ft. Hood because there would be plenty of lead time and there were already scheduled flights on the books for equipment and personnel transfer. Dad’s Commander said dad was eligible to be buried at Arlington. He was a Vietnam Vet, and died as an active duty soldier. But mom didn’t want him to be buried that far away from home. It was an immense honor that didn’t feel right for dad, or our family. There was a VA Cemetery in Killeen, Texas and the VA helped mom with all the arrangements, which was a godsend both financially and personally. Dad would like that. Sarge said all our training modules would be 98% complete by the time of my leave, and I could take my last test early or when I got back. The relief that brought freed me to focus on my training and thoughts of my family. I decided not to wait to try for Ranger School and told Sleeper, who then convinced Zeus to make his request with us. We filled out our paperwork in the Lieutenant’s office. Now it was up to the Army to decide if we had what they wanted for the Rangers after completing AIT. It seemed more important now that I didn’t take my time moving forward with my career in the Army. Yeah, dad had cautioned me to wait, to get more experience serving before making that choice, but I couldn’t shake the need to determine the important course of my career NOW. Why should I wait? Delaying held an emptiness, a void that demanded to be filled as if having too many possibilities diluted all potential. Dad had died, which painted everything in colors of finality - my completion of AIT, the probable separation of my Platoon as we got PCS’d to different duty stations in new locations, turning 20 and leaving behind the title of teenager. So why shouldn’t I clean the whole slate, leaving the Infantry behind? That the word Infantry spelled out ‘Infant try’ seemed like a sign to me. I could not accept being led anymore, my path was my own to determine. I was no longer a child who could rely on my dad to guide me. Necessity demanded a choice as it always does and I felt the weight of the waiting decision smothering me with its constant presence. I could not reason it away. Foolishly I held myself apart from my brothers who meant well but had no comparable experience with which to empathize. Their sympathies felt obligatory which on some level I knew was unfair to them. “Sorry about your dad, bro.” Empty words. They could never pull me from where I tumbled in the back flow undercurrent of the seething rapids that my thoughts and feelings had become. They still traveled on the surface down the river, while I existed trapped by this vortex. I moved through the next week and a half with a machined efficiency, using tasks and classes to get me through each day. I called home collect every night before bed check just to let mom and Tim know I was there in spirit and to hear how things were going. I had to travel by train to Frankfurt for my flight. I should have enjoyed the sights of the countryside but I let my mind get lost, retreating to that place where there was no ‘me’. I left my body on automatic, my brain knew what to do. I had to change trains once, but travel by train in Europe was easy I found. At the airport there was a USO volunteer waiting for me in front of the ticket counter. I didn’t need a babysitter and the unjustified anger that flared up inside me brought me to my senses before I lashed out. It was unlike me to get angry. I wanted to hit something, or someone. I shoved it behind another steel door in my mind without looking at the feeling too closely. I hadn’t brought much with me because I had civilian clothes at home that would still fit so I didn’t need to check a bag. I brought my Class A’s for the funeral and a couple other things, which fit easily into a medium sized army issue backpack. He already had my tickets printed out and explained my layover in Atlanta and how to find my flight to Austin. I regretted the anger I’d felt. It was actually helpful that he’d done all the footwork for me. I suppose that was his job, but I still felt grateful that it would allow me to avoid reality for just a while longer. I ignored his approving eyes as I felt him checking me out while we walked to my gate. He could tell I wasn’t in a talkative mood and stayed silent, for which I was relieved. As we passed a bar, I told him I wanted a beer. In the States the drinking age was now 21, but here in Germany any 16 year old could drink beer, and liquor at 18. My gate was not far, and Phillip responded with a polite no thank you when I offered to buy him one too. He was working, which I understood. I wanted to be alone anyway. I said goodbye to Phillip, and thanked him for his help. He told me to contact the USO office here at the airport if something happened with my flight, and I had a momentary panic that there was the possibility I couldn’t get home. “Just in case, Private. Nothing will go wrong.” He said when he saw my panicked face. I didn’t correct him about calling me Private when I was out of uniform. He had to know better. I think he was agreeing to the distance I demanded with my quietness. I had three hours before my flight. I ordered a beer and sat at the bar. Before I was almost done with my first, I felt someone take the seat beside me. “Flying home, soldier?” The rough American voice said. I turned to look. A man in his low 30’s sat there, his hair cut to regulation, but even if it hadn’t marked him as military his bearing would. He was ruggedly handsome, a seriousness hung in the air around him that spoke of deadly competence and unworried confidence. Before I could answer, he told the bartender to get me another, and one for him. “Yeah. Family business.” I responded. I neglected to thank him for the beer. “Ah. A funeral then. Who?” No empty words of sympathy. No attempts to soothe my pain. I found myself grateful for the casual directness. He seemed to know that assumed familiarity would bring bitterness. Maybe he’d been in my shoes, it sure seemed like it. “My dad.” He raised his glass to offer a toast. “To your dad. And fuck the bullshit of losing them young.” The perfection of his words brought my own glass up to join his without thought, the ease of the natural conclusion did more to calm the turbulence inside me than all the sympathy in the world could do. I really looked at him this time. He wore civvies, a long sleeved grey plaid flannel over a thermal undershirt, the sleeves rolled up over thick forearms that had a sprinkling of dark brown hair. Faded jeans which gripped his sturdy thighs above brown suede hiking boots. His brown eyes possessed a hardened severity that spoke of his own memories of death, locked immobile in an unblinking stare ahead. He allowed a couple minutes of silence while we sipped our beers. It felt right, this shared pain. “I’ll listen if you want, but that’s not what you need, is it?” It was gruff, but kind. Again he saw me exactly where I was. No, I didn’t need a shoulder to cry on, least of all from a stranger. So we talked with few words over the next two hours, and he told me he he was with the 75th, a Ranger. I told him I’d made my request and hoped to go to Ranger School. We spoke of many things, none of them about my dad. There were frequent stretches of silence, and it was comfortable. I realized he knew. He knew that it was not his place to hear those intimate details, and that sharing them would not help me. He wasn’t trying to distract me. We were simply being… being there, together. At some point I realized our arms touched as we leaned them on the bar while we talked. I came to notice we sipped our beers with our other hands so that the contact would remain. I felt his strength, wanting to siphon it from him, maybe borrow it for what was ahead. I focused my eyes on his hand, relaxed so close to mine. Rough and capable with scars that decorated his knuckles, his middle finger slightly misaligned as if from an injury that hadn’t healed right. His skin was closer to a working worn than an unused softness. Busy hands familiar with facility and struggle. Before we’d finished our third beer, he said “let’s go”. I brought my glass up to drink the last of mine, and he stopped me with a hand on my wrist. “Leave it. For them.” His hard stare allowed no argument. It said this was the way of men, of homage and respect and keeping their memory. Those of us left behind could not forget, the fallen deserved no less. And in that moment the loss of my father seemed graciously less than the loss he’d endured. Suddenly, the full mug that had sat untouched beside his the entire time hit me. Hard. “There it is.” He said softly. He wrapped his heavy arm around my neck and pressed his face to the short new hair growth on my head as silent tears fell from my eyes. I leaned into his soft grey flannel, his solidness an anchor. I didn’t cry or sob. It wasn’t self pity or useless indulgence flowing from my eyes. The sudden knowledge of irreversible change and being forced to move forward when the unfulfilled will exist beside you always and pushes at your soul. My tears were recognition of what was rather than what wasn’t: the pain I had to carry with honor. It was the first thaw of a frozen river, quiet but gently inevitable as rivulets descended over my cheeks to drip from my jaw. His warm nearness coupled with the heat of his breathing against my skull melted the frigid world inside me. His lips were soft against my ear. It was intimate not invasive. I don’t know how long we sat like that, it felt both too long and not long enough, but he didn’t move until I returned from the emptiness. “Thank you.” I mumbled, feeling slightly ashamed, righting myself. “No shame.” Again he allowed no argument. “If you join us, you’ll be my brother. We’re the only ones who understand. There is no shame, not with us.” He gave me a solid pat on the back. “Let’s go, we’re boarding.” He and three of his brothers were on my flight, and because the plane wasn’t full, after takeoff they moved to sit in empty seats around me. I felt like they were protecting me. No… not that. They were letting me rest on their strength, to show me how strength was shared and your brothers carried the weight when you couldn’t. They shared their laughter and some tales of their adventures, avoiding anything serious. I slept some, as did they, but it seemed like there was always at least one of them keeping an eye on me. I realized I had been wrong to keep myself apart from my brothers in the Bravos, most especially Sleeper, but also Zeus the only one who hadn’t tried to fill my emptiness with platitudes. We said goodbye after landing in Atlanta. They were headed to Washington. They each hugged me tight, said “see ya around, little bro.” which felt really good. The funeral was somber, with a dignity I think I only understood after the Rangers had taken me under their wing. There was an honor guard, and I and my brother Tim helped carry the casket, positioned in the middle. Some of Dad’s friends had come. Mom was presented with the flag and she cried. I handed her one of Dad’s handkerchiefs I’d taken from his drawer, instead of the Kleenex she pulled from her purse, the simple act of which made her cry more, but that was okay. I was surprisingly fine, having found my peace. It was sad, and so unnecessary, but it couldn’t be undone. The closest ones, family and lifelong friends, gathered at the house after. Most everyone arrived together, but the door was left open for people to come and go. I was talking with two of Dad’s buddies from Vietnam, they’d kept in touch after they’d left the Army in ‘73. Our house was full, so when I caught a flash of straight blonde hair beside dark hair, I froze. I excused myself from the men I was talking with, and wove through the people. Grandma stopped me to ask how I was doing for the tenth time since I’d been home. I assured her I was okay, asked her if she needed anything, to which she replied “that’s my job young man. You don’t worry about that.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re the boss.” I replied with a chuckle. “I bet Grandpa loves that.” Her grin was just a bit improper. “He does, dear. Often.” I about choked. “Why Grandma, I’m shocked!” “No you’re not.” She sipped her wine giving me a knowing look. “I think I saw your pretty blonde girl come in a few minutes ago, shameless boy. Maybe you should find her.” I was NOT ready for my Grandmother to know about Carol and my sexual history, but I guess mom and dad knew more than I thought they did if passing it on to my Grandparents made it family knowledge. “I’m going to avoid the embarrassment and take your advice. I love you Grandma.” I kissed her again and continued searching. I found them talking with my mom, obviously offering proper respects. I was not prepared for the sight of them and how I reverted to high school Tom. Some of the feelings surfaced, but I refused to acknowledge them. They hadn’t seen me and were faced away, which meant my mom noticed me first from between their shoulders. She stopped talking and they turned to see what had caught her attention. God, he looked the same, except for the dark suit he wore that only made him look stronger and more powerful than I remembered. But there was something more to him, something more real. He had a presence that was undeniable with its ephemeral weight. His almost black hair was braided back cleanly in two thick braids to either side of the crown of his head, joining at the back above the loose cascade that fell to his shoulders. His straight remarkably defined jaw accented his handsome face like it always had. He gazed at me unflinchingly, direct and deep. His eyes were not soft grey flannel, they were the color of a promised storm. And I felt him pull me in. I resisted with the strength I borrowed, the pain I’d endured and the resolute steel I’d forged with the molten memories I had to burn with the pieces of my soul he’d left me. It was a bloody battle we fought there in the midst of my oblivious guests. His determination assaulted my carefully built fortress. I felt the gates begin to fail. “Kevin, don’t. Please.” I begged. It was all I had left. “No Tom.” He dismissed me. “I know why you won’t answer my letters. I understand why you think you needed to do everything you did. But what you’re too stubborn to admit is that it wasn’t necessary.” It was almost angry how he said it. Retreat is wise in the face of overwhelming odds. But I was trapped by obligation and had nowhere to go, and couldn’t even disappear to the place where I didn’t exist because I couldn’t trust my automatic brain not to fall into his arms and surrender me to him like it had always done. “Kevin, maybe we should do this later.” Carol said softly, putting her hand on Kevin’s arm. I still couldn’t break his gaze, he was a weakness for me. But his eyes became lighter, the softness returned. That only made it harder to resist him, but they released me, finally. “Thank you both for coming.” I struggled for something neutral. “But aren’t you missing classes?” That sounded dumb, even to me. I didn’t know how college worked. “It’s winter break. We don’t start again until next week.” Carol explained. “Oh, I didn’t know that.” I stumbled in the words. “Can you… would you tell me what it’s like? How is college life?” I was truly interested. I needed to know they were both doing well, that life was everything they wanted. I felt out of place in my own house, this civilian world while we talked about their experiences, the cities they lived in, all the normal things they did that I could never do. It was too different, and it made me miss my Platoon and the Bravo Brotherhood. The things I did and what l learned seemed far more important than football games and crazy professors. Although sad, it was clear we were growing apart, at least Carol and I. Kevin felt even better than I remembered. He had a power to him that is hard to describe, shored up by a confidence that had only grown since graduation. He still wasn’t a talker, but this reluctance to speak came from a place of strength rather than from holding back. I often moved away from them, telling them I’d be back, so I could circulate and make sure I spent time with everyone who had come to remember my dad. I listened to their favorite stories of him, learned a lot about who he was when he was younger. A memorial can be a gift. I had dreaded it before today, but was now thankful for it because it was like my dad lived again today in every story and conversation. It was late now, almost 9:30. Everyone had left except Grandpa and Grandma, who helped us clean up. I’d said goodbye to Kevin and Carol a couple hours ago. At the end of it, it was nice to hang out with them again. And they watched over Tim, keeping him from going off to hide in his room. Tim loved them both, and they’d always made him feel special while we were together in high school. Finally Grandma and Grandpa left for their hotel. Neither mine nor Tim’s bed was big enough for them, and that’s all we had. I said good night to mom, gave her a kiss, and went to go shower and go to bed. Not long after I fell asleep, I felt the bed move, and someone crawling into bed with me. “Tim, you okay buddy?” I asked, rolling over to hug him. But it wasn’t Tim’s smooth chest I felt. He felt too good to let go, but I managed to blurt out “This isn’t a good idea, Kev.” I could manage that much. “You’re the only one who thinks that, Tom. So how about you shut up?” And then he grabbed me into a spoon, wrapping his big arms around me and pulling me into his hairy chest. I didn’t have the strength to fight him. I could smell his scent and with the exhaustion of today’s events it put me right to sleep, his mouth breathing gently against my neck. I woke up holding him in our usual sleeping position, me behind him, naked. My traitorous automatic brain did this, that fucking bastard. My hardness was nestled in his cheeks, my face in his beautiful sweet smelling hair. My body remembered how it was supposed to be even if my mind didn’t want to remember and fought my awareness with drowsy relaxation. I hugged him tighter, my hips grinding into his backside, and before I realized what I was doing I was kissing his neck. I know I was only half conscious and was lost in the comfortable weightlessness of this beautiful man. He shifted slightly, moaning in my arms, half asleep himself. My rigidity found his spot, but we were both enjoying this intimacy too much to pay too close attention. He was now meeting me for every grinding push. “I miss you, Tom” he mumbled. “I miss you every day.” We both gasped when I slipped inside him, but neither of us ceased our lazy movements. My entry was not deep just…there. My hands rubbed his solid chest, which felt so much firmer than I remembered. My mouth worked on his neck and jaw, tasting him all over again. I ran a hand down his flank amazed at the hardness I was feeling. None of it felt real, it was a languorous dream state so slow I don’t recognize the moment I was fully inside him. We simply moved so minutely every sensation became exquisite. There was no purpose to it, merely a desire to float on this overwhelming feeling forever. We remained that way for some time, I am unsure how long moving almost imperceptibly together, my length filing him for the first time, but it was long enough for every wall I’d built to crumble into dust, allowing my love for him to rise like the morning sun to warm away the ice with which I’d frozen my memories of him. “I love you Kev.” I said into his hair. “I miss you so bad I can’t take it sometimes. I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I’m sorry I’m not strong enough for you.” The tears were coming now as I cried into his hair, and with their release I felt my balls let go sending my love deep inside him. “I’ll be strong for both of us.” He sighed.

Was horny as fuck today and decided to head to east side club. I was immediately cruised by a Middle Aged hispanic bear. We went to my room and he pulled out a fat uncut beer can sized cock. I dropped to my knees and began devouring his cock. He aggressively fucked my throat getting his cock nice I wet. I asked him to fuck me and he asked for a condom. I told him raw only and he told me he’d be back for more oral, but no sex without a condom, then left. I chilled a bit in my room, when an older white haired white man cam in my room. He closed the door and dropped his towel revealing a thick cock about 7 inches with a slight downward curve. The curve in his cock made him easy to deep throat, but he was looking to fuck, so after a minute of using my throat, he got me in doggy and shoved his cock deep in my hole. He fucked me hard and aggressive, telling me what a worthless faggot I was. Suddenly, he stopped and told me he’d be back when he was ready to cum. I walked around the club then headed back to the room. Within a few minutes beer can cock came back in my room and I noticed the white haired guy behind him. I started sucking both their cocks, then white haired guy started fucking me while beer can used my throat. I felt white hair pick up the pace and then moaning before shoving in balls deep telling me to take his load. After he pulled out, his cock was replaced by a long skinny cock that was hard as steel. New guy fucked me for a bit, then pulled out and I swapped between sucking his cock and beer can’s. New guy stood on the bed and started face fucking beer can, and beer can pushed my head down on his cock, gagging and choking me for a few minutes. His cock was covered in my throat slime, and with new guy still fucking his face, I impaled myself on beer can’s cock. It felt amazing as his girth filled my hole and tore past my 3rd ring. After riding him for 10 minutes, new guy wanted another turn on my ass and I went back to deep throating beer can. After a few minutes new guy shot his load in me and left. Beer can began to aggressively fuck my throat talking about how I needed to be punished for tricking him into fucking me raw. I apologized and told him I was just too turned on. He told me it was too late that I had done it and he was going to teach me a lesson. He flipped me over, held me down, and shoved his cock in me to the base. He began choking me and slapping me calling me a deceitful whore. He tore my hole up till I felt his cock swell and he release his load deep in me. He told me he hoped I learned my lesson, but if I hadn’t I would soon. I went and rinsed off then went back to my room. An older white muscle daddy came in and asked what I was into. I told him deep throating and getting bred. He said he wasn’t looking to fuck, but he loved head. He pulled out an average looking cock and I began sucking him. He kept getting harder and thicker till he was fully engorged at about 9 inches. He told me what an amazing cock sucker I was and he wanted to share so he opened the door and invited in a middle aged black bear. I alternated sucking their cocks till black bear got behind me and started fucking me till he shot deep in me. He was quickly replaced by a long fat cock that pumped a few times then shot and pulled out. 4 more guys bred me while I sucked muscle daddy. Didn’t see any of them. Muscle daddy told me he didn’t want to cum yet, but would be back when he was ready. A few minutes after he left, a young Indian guy came in my room. He had a large uncut cock and told me he saw me getting fucked so he knew I could take his cock. I sucked him for a bit, but he told me he wanted my hole, so I got on the bed and took a hit of poppers. He went straight past my third ring and said he loved how my used cunt felt on his cock. He fucked me like a mad man till he pulled out full, then shoved in to the base grunting and thrusting hard. he pulled out and I cleaned him up with my throat. After he left a young black twink came in my room and asked if I liked 3 ways. I told him I did and he said he was going to get someone and be right back. He opened the door and muscle daddy was outside. He invited him in and I Began sucking muscle daddy. I tried to suck the twink but he said he only wanted to fuck, so he got behind me and slid in. He came almost immediately, then left. I continued sucking muscle daddy and he told me he was getting ready to cum. I told him I wanted it in my ass, so he slid in and told me he was going to mark me as his bitch as he shot his load deep in me. after he left, I started getting ready to head out, when my door opened and a young black bear came in my room. I said what’s up and he said “I’ve been watching you whore, and I think I know what you want.” I asked him what he meant and he grabbed my by the throat and forced me to my knees. He dropped his towel and whipped out a huge uncut cock. He shoved his cock down my throat while choking me making me gag on his cock. He pounded my throat relentlessly, causing me to gag and vomit mucous and Gatorade all over. He spit in my face and slapped and choked me while continuing his assault on my throat. While choking me and gagging me with his cock, he told me he was going to destroy my hole. He put me on my back and forced his cock in my ass. He was merciless as he aggressively pounded my cunt and assaulted my body, choking and hitting me. He told me he was close, the pulled out, choked me hard, and forced his cock down my throat and she shot and shot down my throat. Just when I thought I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen he pulled out spit in my face and said “you’re welcome whore” and walked out of the room. I’ve never been so exhausted, yet turned on in my life. After that I decided to head out. Still have all their loads in my guts.

Part 9 . I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars. The one guy behind him handed the guy in front the Point. I swabbed the kids arm and was telling him when the Meth goes in he will have to Cough and his heart would race and not to be alarmed, The kid said OK. With that the guy put the point I the kids vein, pulled it back a little then Pushed the plunger forward and released the band on his arm. My friend was Videoing all this. I looked and the kid and his eyes opened wide. He started to cough and the guys immediately pushed him back down on the Fuck Bench. The one behind push is cock up the kids ass. He was enjoying the muscles in the kids ass massaging his cock while the kid was rushing. His partner offered the Kid his cock and the Kid eagerly swallowed all 8+ inches. No problem this time. Both were spit roasting the kid. They decided to switch places and the Kid gladly took the Cock that was just in his ass into his mouth. The other one was Fucking the kid like he wanted to ruin his ass.. The one in his mouth pulled out and asked if he liked the taste of his ass. The Kid said yes. I thought then this Kid was not converted to a true pig He would be eating ass before long. The one in his ass said he was getting close, the other one said “ Go ahead, Knock the bitch up “. With that he shoved deep as he could and stared coating his guts with a Toxic load. About the same time the guy held the Kids Head stared shooting cum down his throat. He pulled back so the kid could get a good tase of cum. He was lapping it up like starved dog. He guy pulled out the kids ass and reached for the marker and put two lines under the POZ mark and put a “+” sign behind the one. The both moved to a couch and started playing with each other. It was plain to see that they had history together. i walked over and put my cock in front of the kid, he opened his mouth and said ‘ Please “. I push my cock into his mouth balls deep. I noticed that with all the fun a couple other guys showed up. Both had their pants down and stroking. On had a very thick cock, not to long but really quick. The other guy had a very long pencil dick. He also had a Biohazard Tat above his cock. He was fingering the ass of the thick cock guy. I told them to step up. The guy with the thick cock got behind the Kid and stared pushing that thick piece of meat up the kid. You could tell he met some resistance but was working it in. My friend went around behind that guy and lined up his cock and pushed the head in his ass. My friend push the guy over a bit, grabbed the kids hips and plowed up the guy. His cock went to the hilt, the guys cock speared the kids ass to the hilt. Balls slapping on balls. The one guy grunted and the Kid gasped around my cock. My friend pulled back some and the guy went with him, impaled on his toxic cock. Then the guy went forward to push in the kid, he would go back and then forward. He was basically fucking the kid and then getting his ass fucked by the cock up his bum. My friend is a freak and can cum multiple times then he is parting. The other guy went around behind me and pushed a shard up my ass, then he pushed his pencil dick in me. It had been a while since I felt a skinny cock up my as, Between that and the shard I was in heaven. Nothing like a shins cock to arouse a rosebud. I was afraid the guy would cum in my ass, I wanted the kid to experience this joy. I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver.

Sorry for the delay guys, I wasn't aware there is a daily comment limit and busted it before I could post part 2 yesterday. This is about to get fucking wild, so brace yourselves. Reminder that this is pure fantasy and should be taken as such. It's not 100% realistic or accurately depicting chem use, but it fits my fantasy so I hope you enjoy just like I do 🙂 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Part 2 – My conversion I was basically speechless. The last 24 hours had been like a dream, like I accidentally stepped into another reality I couldn’t fully comprehend yet. That feeling was being turned up a few notches, seeing this beautiful man invite me into his room. That was not something I thought would happen in my life, but here I was. Without even thinking about it, I made a few steps forward and stopped right before his bed, not knowing what to do. “Come lie down next to me, boy.” His voice was commanding but in very soft way. It was like an out of body experience, I could almost see myself robotically obey his commands. Some part of me wanted to run away, out of the house and never come back. But another part, a deeper and stronger side of me I did not know existed, only wanted to submit to this man. In the past month, Rick had been so generous with me, so kind, I was starting to see him like a father figure. I was afraid of what was about to happen, but at the same time I trusted Rick completely. I sat down so close to him our arms touched. It was electrifying. I didn’t know what to do or say so I lay still, waiting for him to make a move. I stared at the screen watching the video that was playing. "You look a bit tense, boy. Is there something wrong?” “I’m fine, Rick. I’m just not sure...” “Not sure of what?” I didn’t know what I wanted to say. The words came out of my mouth without me thinking about it. I started stammering trying to explain myself. “I just don’t know what’s going on. I’m not sure about a lot of things.” “Like what? Are you talking about that big thing growing in your pants? It’s kinda hard to miss. Or maybe you’re talking about mine?” As he said that Rick grabbed his bulge and gave it a squeeze and gave me a big smile. “I... huh...” “You keep telling me you’re straight but let me tell you something. I’ve met a lot of guys like you in my life. They all think they are completely straight until they try having sex with a man. At that point, they all become either bisexual, or completely gay. Nothing beats man to man sex. Nothing. Wanna give it a try?” “I’m not sure, Rick.” I pointed at his biohazard tattoo, “What about that?” “Don’t worry about that for now. Let me help you relax and make up your mind. You ever tried weed?” I knew exactly where this was going, and I was getting equal parts very excited and very afraid. “Yeah, sure. I love smoking weed from time to time.” “Well, I got something way better for you.” He grabbed a glass pipe next to him and filled it with white crystals and handed it to me. “Here, this is called Tina. Just suck on the end of the pipe when I tell you to. Empty your lungs first, go slowly and fill your lungs as much as you can. Go.” I couldn’t believe my fantasies were already becoming a reality. He lit the bowl and I started inhaling. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs. “Now keep it in as long as you can.” I did as he told me and exhaled a big thick white cloud. “Good job, boy. Now do it again.” He repeated the process another 4 times. I was getting very high, and my body was feeling extremely hot. I was wearing a shirt and I suddenly got the urge to take it off. “You alright boy? I looked at him and couldn’t think of anything to say. My eyes probably looked glazed and out of focus. I was already very horny, but suddenly my nervousness disappeared, and I felt like my body was on fire, like it begged to be touched and stimulated. “What do you think of this, boy?” He took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was still encased in his tight cotton briefs. It felt huge in my hand, hard and soft at the same time, and quite warm. It was a very strange and novel feeling for me, and I was getting even more excited. I got closer to him without even thinking about it. My face was now a few inches away from his chest and I kept looking at his tattoo, placed all around his right nipple, which was closer to me. “If you’re straight, you must enjoy sucking on titties, right? Well sucking on a man’s tits is just as fun. Why don’t you try it? Go ahead.” I placed my mouth on his nipple and started sucking and licking it. His nipples were quite big for a man, so it was very similar to a girl, but firmer. I was really enjoying it, but suddenly he grabbed my dick through my pants and started massaging it, encouraging me to suck harder. I started moaning in pleasure feeling his hand on my cock. He quickly got his hands inside my pants and started jerking me off. I took it as a signal to do the same and grabbed his cock in the same fashion. I was in heaven at that point, my whole body was on fire and I was beginning to feel a tingling in my ass. My cock was leaking precum like crazy and I felt I was coming close to an orgasm. Rick felt it and let go of my dick. I was disappointed but then I felt his hand move downwards my asshole and he started to massage it. “Keep stroking me boy, you’re doing a good job.” After a while, I don’t know how long, he got a finger inside my hole, and it felt amazing. I was sucking his nipple harder and harder and moaning louder and louder, stroking his huge cock (my god it was big!) with increasing speed. I eventually came hands-free, shooting cum everywhere on ourselves and on the bed. “Good job, boy. That was very nice. Not bad for a first experience, right?” The orgasm was even more intense than the one I had the day before, but I was still extremely horny and restless. His finger was still inside my hole, and I wanted him to push deeper. He knew it and was wiggling it just enough to make me want more. “You enjoy having your ass played with boy?” “Yes.” “Yes who?” “Yes... huh... Rick.” “After sucking on my nipple like a little baby on his mom’s tits I think you should start calling me Daddy, don’t you think, boy? Say it.” “Yes Daddy.” It felt so right calling him Daddy. I was definitely seeing him as such now. I wanted to be his little boy so bad. I realized how much I loved when he called me boy, something I didn’t even notice until now. As I was calling him daddy for the first time, he pushed his finger all the way in, and I let out a loud moan. This felt so good I wanted more. “You want me to take you to the next level? You think you could handle my big dick?” “Oh yes daddy I’d love to have your big dick in my ass.” “You ever been fucked before, boy?” “No daddy” “You’re going to need to be loosened up a bit if you want to be able to take it all. I got just what it takes.” With his finger still firmly planted in my ass, daddy produced a syringe and held it in front of my eyes. “This is called a slam. I think you already know what it is. I know what kind of videos you’ve been watching lately. You did your homework, haven’t you, boy? You’ve been craving it, now. Am I right?” “Yes daddy. I want to try it so bad.” “You know what will happen when I put that in your arm?” “I... I’m not sure.” Daddy put the syringe down, held my face in his hand and looked at me in the most intense way I’ve ever been looked at. As he started talking, he kept massaging my asshole making me squirm with pleasure. “You’ll be hornier than you ever thought possible. You won’t be able to refuse anything I tell you to do. You will get past the point of no return. Now listen to me very, VERY carefully. If you want to proceed, there is no going back. You will become my little slam pig. You will beg me to fuck you. And I will, but I only fuck raw. No condoms. Ever. And as you already know, I’m poz. This means I carry a virus that I will gift to you. After I poz you, you will be sick for a while, but I will take care of you. I always will. You will then become a poz slam pig. I intend to keep you with me for a long time. A very long time. I like you a lot, boy, so you will not only become my poz slam pig, but my personal live-in fuck slave. I’m into a lot of weird and kinky shit and you will experience all of it. I will take you to levels of sexual depravity you never imagined were possible. You will be fucked every day several times a day. I will keep you high on drugs pretty much 24/7. You will become completely addicted to the drugs I give you, but also to my poz cock and my toxic cum. You will feed on it, with your mouth and with your ass. I will share your holes with some of my friends, all poz dudes, who will also share their DNA with you. You will be constantly filled with poz cum, bred, and fucked up all the time, for the rest of your life. Nothing truly bad will ever happen to you, you will be under my protection forever. If something ever happens to me, I will make sure that another daddy can take you under his wing. Otherwise, I will make you experience levels of pleasure you never even dreamed of, and it will be relentless. I won’t let you ever regret your choice. But I won’t do any of it unless you give me your consent right now. Take it or leave it. You choose a life of sexual servitude with me, or you say no, go back to your room, pack your things tomorrow morning and leave this house to never come back. So, what do you choose? Think carefully, because it might be the last choice you ever get to make, boy.” I was so high and horny that I wasn’t in any position to make that kind of decision, but I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t say no. My whole body was screaming “YES, DO IT!”, my ass was saying the same thing, my dick agreed, only an increasingly small part of my mind was protesting. I briefly considered the consequences of contracting the virus. I knew it was possible to live a very long life with it, and I trusted daddy to make sure I’d be fine. I was feeling the urge to get this over with, I felt it was now inevitable and if I said no I would end up regretting this. Leaving my old life behind was concerning, but what daddy was offering me in its place was way too tempting. I knew I wasn’t thinking completely clearly, but my choice was made. “Yes, daddy. Slam and poz me please. Make me your drugged up slam poz pig slave. Shove your needle in my arm and your huge cock in my ass. Make me yours, I want to live by your side forever. Do it daddy, please!” Daddy gave me a big smile, pushed his finger way deeper inside my ass one last time and withdrew it. I cried in despair at the sudden emptiness. “Patience my boy, you made the right choice. I’m so proud of you. You have no idea what’s about to happen to you, but I guarantee you will love it. Now before we go any further, I want you to confirm your decision. See that big dick I got here? You’re gonna put it in your mouth and you’re gonna suck it. Go ahead, boy, get down on the floor, on your knees and suck my big poz dick.” I quickly did as I was told and got on my knees. Daddy’s huge cock was right before me. It was the most magnificent thing I ever laid my eyes on. With two large balls hanging below, an incredibly thick shaft with a network of veins running all over it, a mushroom head half covered by an intact foreskin. It was glistening with precum and looked incredibly tasty. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. The taste was even better than I hoped. Way better than my own cum. A bit salty and sweet at the same time. “Yeah, that’s it boy. You’re taking very well to your new role. Soon you’ll be sucking it like a pro. You have great potential. I’m glad I chose you to become my little poz bitch hole.” I was hungrier and hungrier for his perfect dick and sucked greedily. With every suck, his cock was going further and further into my throat, and Daddy started pushing it even deeper, thrusting against my mouth with his hips. After a few minutes he was basically fucking my face, and I was loving every second of it. I could already feel his toxic precum coating my throat and happily swallowed his fuck juice. Suddenly, Daddy pushed me away. “Okay, that’s enough boy. I don’t want to spoil my load. This one’s going into your ass, and I want it to be big enough to make sure we convert you on the first try. Now, how did you like sucking that poz cock, boy?” “I love it Daddy, it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I love having your huge poz dick in my mouth and down my throat. I hope I get to please you this way every day. You can use my mouth in any way you want, Daddy”. “I know, boy. I don’t need you permission anyway, I already have it. I’m glad you like it because you’ll be doing this a whole lot more in the future. Now, get back on the bed, on all fours, facing the wall.” I did as I was told, eagerly waiting for what was next. Daddy still wasn’t slamming me so I was curious what he had in mind when I suddenly felt something small and hard pushing against my asshole. “I’m filling you up with some lube laced with Tina. I’m putting a lot of it in there, so you’ll be all slippery to welcome my cock in a few minutes. The Tina will heighten your horniness a few notches.” As he was talking, I could feel something cold filling my asshole. “And done. Now don’t move while I keep preparing your hole.” Daddy started fingering me again, slowly making circle motions to stretch my anus. Soon he put in another finger, and then another. The stretching turned into a slow finger fucking. The T-laced lube was starting to take hold, my ass was burning, and I couldn’t get enough of his fingers. I was craving something bigger, longer, and harder. “Oh god, Daddy, it feels so good. I love what you are doing to me.” “Shut up boy, let me do the talking. Now I made some bruises inside your holes. You’re bleeding a little bit so when I cum later my littles poz babies will go inside your blood stream through your ass and knock you up. I think you’re ready for your total conversion, then. Lie down on your back and put your hands over your head.” Once again, I obeyed. My ass was on fire, empty and screaming to be filled, especially after having experienced Daddy’s fingers. He took one of my wrists and tied it to the bed, then the other one. I couldn’t move much, couldn’t escape, and was at the complete mercy of my Daddy. My heart was pounding, I was getting way higher than I ever been before and still couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It was all going so fast, but I felt more alive than ever before in my life. I was experiencing so much pleasure already that I started moaning like a bitch as Daddy strapped a tourniquet around my arm. The feeling of being outside my body came back. My attention started to drift from what Daddy was doing. I was looking at the porn on the TV; some rubber gimp was tied up in bondage and taking cock on screen, his ass overflowing from previous loads, and I wished I was him, when I suddenly felt a prick on my arm. For some reason I kept looking at the porn. “The needle is in, boy. This is it. The point of no return. Once I push it in, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine forever. This slam contains a little bit of my blood, so even if my poz cum doesn’t convert you later on, this will guarantee the outcome for you. No matter what happens, starting from NOW, you’re my little poz slam pig slave.” When he said “NOW”, Daddy pushed the syringe and injected his mix of blood and meth. I was now infected with his virus and there is nothing I could do about it. Not that I wished to. I was finally where I was supposed to be. Everything felt completely right. Daddy then removed the needle and the tourniquet. I felt something very strange in my lungs and had to cough violently. I suddenly got very disoriented. “Breathe, boy, slow and steady. You’re feeling the slam rush. In just a little moment you’ll feel so good you will never want to feel any other way. Welcome to your new life.” I tried to focus on my breathing and started to calm down from the rush. At this point Daddy was right. I was feeling extremely good, horny as fuck and high as hell. It was like riding a cloud at full speed while everything around me goes in slow motion. My whole body started tingling and an intense warmth was radiating from my ass, which begged to be filled already. I felt wide open down there and started gyrating my hips to get some stimulation, waiting for my Daddy’s cock. He positioned himself at the end of the bed and looked straight in my eyes while he entered me on one smooth move. I expected it to hurt, but his ministrations and the slam made it go in without the slightest hint of pain. An indescribable feeling of pleasure exploded all over my body, coming in waves from my ass, each wave being stronger than the last one. And Daddy hadn’t even started moving yet. With his dick firmly planted up to the balls in my ass, he told me to focus on his face and listen. “I have been looking to get a boy like you for quite some time. I placed the ad hoping to find a nice young man, preferably straight, lure him to my place, groom him a little and make him discover the joys of extreme gay sex to convert him and enslave him. You fell right into my little trap. But aren’t you glad you did?” I tried to reply but could only make a questioning moan. “Yeah, that’s right. I spent the last month conditioning you to trust me and depend on me. I gradually exposed you to homoeroticism without you even realizing it. I configured my wi-fi network so I can see each site you visit and what videos you watch. I know exactly what you did after you saw me with my poz buddy yesterday, who agreed to stage this little show with me just for you. I have access to your webcam and got to witness just how much you enjoyed what you saw. You’re very cute when you cum, you know that? You’re not the first guy that lives here, I had dozens of other attempted victims, but all the previous ones weren’t up for these things. They were turned off by it, horrified even. But you, my boy, are different. You took it way faster than I expected. It only took 24 hours to make you see the truth. You always wanted this, but you didn’t know. It was always in you; I’m just showing you your true nature. We were meant to be together. I was meant to take care of you and fuck you, and you were made to be my slammed up poz bitch.” All these words were making my head spin but my ass hornier. I accepted everything my Daddy said and left the pleasure consume me as he finally started fucking me, picking up speed rather quickly. “I can keep this up indefinitely, boy. I’m so rich I don’t have to work at all. I have well enough money to keep you high 24/7, feed you and pay for your meds, and enough free time to fuck you all day long if I want to. This is all you will ever know from now on. No more jobs, no more school, no more going out with friends or sleeping with girls. You are a gay sex slave. This is your new life. Forever, all the time. You’re now just a gimp. When we’re done converting you, starting tomorrow, I’ll show you the rest of my kinks, fetishes and perversions. You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Every sentence was hitting my mind like a ton of bricks, confirming what Daddy said; this was my true nature. I was ecstatic to learn my fate, knowing that I didn’t need to worry about anything anymore and I just had to serve my Daddy and experience all this pleasure. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store for me. “You’re about to be bred for the first time, boy. That’s right, I’m gonna shoot a big poz load deep inside your guts. Once it’s done, you will truly become my son. I will own you forever. No matter what happens, wherever you go, I will always be inside you. You already have my blood, now you’re getting my seed. But I won’t pull out yet. We are in for a very long night. I’m going to breed you again, and again, and again, until I’m completely drained, and you’re completely filled with my toxic poz cum.” And there I was, on my back, hands tied up to the bed, my knees almost up to my shoulders, high as fuck on meth, just having surrendered myself to this perfect man for the rest of my life. I had accepted a life of servitude, of infinite pleasure, depravity, drugs and devotion for my Daddy. He was giving me the best gift possible. At this point in his speech, he paused and grabbed a small brown bottle. These must be poppers, I thought. “I almost forgot about this. Nothing better than a nice few hits of poppers right before a breeding.” He uncapped the bottle, closed one of my nostrils and put the bottle under the other. “Sniff.” I took a deep hit. “Exhale. Sniff again. Again. Again.” After 4 hits, he took 4 for himself, closed the bottle and resumed his fucking. The rush from the poppers was exquisite and my ass felt even looser and better. Daddy’s dick, on the other hand, seemed to have grown even bigger and harder. He started to ram me. I was suddenly mesmerized by the sight of this perfect man fucking me, I stared at his beautiful tattoo and wondered if I would end up having one too. It looked menacing and commanding respect. I wanted to worship it. I couldn’t wait to suck on Daddy’s nipples again. “All right boy, this is it. The final step in your total conversion from straight neg boy to gay poz slam slave. Take my load, you little bitch, take my toxic cum up your ass, get pregnant with my virus and make it grow!!” Daddy then let out a very loud groan, became all hard and stiff as rope after rope of poz cum painted the deepest parts of my ass walls. He came to a stop, his dick deeply buried in my hole. He then opened his eyes, looked at me with the most loving gaze I’ve ever seen and said: “I love you, son.” I will always remember this moment with such clarity. He called me “son” for the first time. Not just “boy”. “I love you, Daddy.” He smiled and started fucking me again without pulling out, just like he said he would. He truly was my Daddy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued in part 3 (tentatively called "My life as a chem slave" for now, but I'm still planning it out). Parts 1 and 2 were pretty much the entire story I had in mind initially, but I have more ideas about what happens next. It's gonna take up to a few weeks to write it out. Hope you enjoy !

Have a bit of mercy with us tops. Even if we want to have endless ammunition in our balls we can only cum a few times a day and shooting our load very quick just risks to make our pleasure of fucking shorter. I totally understand that you aim to get as many loads as you can but please don't consider us as a simple soap dispenser. I can only speak of myself but I do enjoy fucking and would be a bit disappointed if it was just a 2 minute drill to get my cum in your ass and go.

I hosted a great party last weekend. Two regular buddies, and they each brought a friend. I had a good connection with one of the newbies. He texted on Wednesday and asked if we could party 1-on-1 this weekend. We made plans to hook up Saturday afternoon. We played darts and finished about 8 am this morning. It was a good 18-20 hour session. He took 5 loads home with him. And I think I still have 4 loads up my gut.

I needed a few days to recover from two and a half weeks of breeding chaser #1. He seemed to get a double dose of the conversion flu to make up for the one I didn't seem to get. When my dick had recovered and my balls were full, I went in search of someone new to fuck. While I was looking, I got a message from an early 30's guy. There were only a couple body pics that showed a mostly smooth, thin body, trimmed pubes around a larger cock with an upward curve, and a nicely muscled ass dripping cum. His stats said he was an inch taller and twenty pounds lighter than me. "Hey, hot profile. Looking for poz guys a little older than me that will breed neg holes. Let me know if ur interested" his message said. We messaged a few more times and I made sure he was serious. When I showed up at his apartment, he looked close to the pics on the profile but had added maybe ten pounds. His face wasn't pretty and the mop of straight, stringy hair didn't do him any favors, but he had nice full lips and I'd find out later, a long, talented tongue. I followed his naked body back to a bedroom where he helped me out of my jeans and moments later his mouth was engulfing my quickly hardening cock. I only let him go a few minutes until my cock was covered in spit before grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking him off my shaft. I didn't need to tell him what to do next. The moment I let go of his hair, he scrambled on to the bed, looking back to see if his position on his hands and knees was what I wanted. I nodded and glanced around the room. On the nightstand was a bottle of lube and some poppers. I grabbed the poppers and took a couple hits before sealing the bottle and tossing it on the bed next to his hand. By the time he got the first hit, the head of my cock was resting on his hole. Once I heard his second huff, I thrust my cock in a couple seconds later. He groaned loudly as my cock drove in over half way. I waited a moment and withdrew an inch and shoved back in until my balls slapped into his. I gripped his body and began to plow into his tight hole. The spit really wasn't enough to lube him but my precum began to help. After a dozen strokes, I felt him give a tentative squeeze to my cock. My chuckle told him that he could work his ass however he wanted. I liked a bottom that was part of the fuck and I rarely came from a guy trying to milk the load out of my balls. A few minutes later, his hole got sloppy enough that I could fuck harder. There was a satisfying thud as my body slammed into his. Several minutes later, the friction increased and he started to groan again. I made it a little longer before I felt the cum start to rise and I froze mid thrust, my cock showering his guts with cum. Driving in another couple inches, my cock let out a few more spurts of jizz before I fell forward, planting the rest of my cock in. This time, his firm squeezes did milk out a little more cum, making me laugh and growl out "Greedy fucker, aren't ya." We laid there on the bed, both of us breathing heavy. He had a big grin on his face and there was a smaller one on mine, too. "So, is it just the high from the risk or do you really want to get infected" I asked, choosing the most unglamorous word I could think of to describe what I had just tried to do. "I want to get pozzed. I've been chasing for three years and the desire just keeps getting stronger. I have a deal with some other guys that the first one of us to get charged up, does the other four. I want to be the one that gets to do it" he explained, the grin getting a little more sinister. "Hmm, that means you're versatile, then" I said. "Not for the past couple years. I became a total bottom until I get pozzed" he replied. Any thoughts that I had that he was going to regret me breeding him vanished. "That's quite the commitment. Looks like I may have to breed you a few more times to make sure you get to top again soon. This city is desperate for more tops" I said. "You're really toxic? You're not catfishin' me to get in my ass?" he asked. I got up and pulled my phone out of my jeans and flipped around and showed him the screenshot of my test results. "Fuck yeah! I'll take as much of that as you want to share" he said. "As I've heard from a few guys... It's fun trying" I replied. I continued to follow Chris' method and we fucked four or five days a week for the next few weeks until he called me to say he was sick as a dog and couldn't meet. As horrible as he sounded, there was excitement in his voice. "Don't forget about your buddies. End their chase like I did yours" I told him. That evening I was back on the apps looking for my next target. Instead of 'neg for poz' in my search, I changed it to 'neg for any' and began looking at the new set of guys. One guy caught my eye and I looked at his profile several times. He was younger than I usually looked for but a little older than the college guys looking for their daddy fix. The four pics showed that he was proud of his hairy body. Brown fur covered his chest, abs, back, ass and legs. Even the pic of him sucking a thick black cock showed he wore a very bushy beard. His body size put him into the 'cub' category and it looked like he was no stranger to the gym. I must have looked at it a few too many times since he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Sorry, I don't like to know I'm playing with poz guys. I like some mystery." That's when I found out it was good to have a second profile that skipped or changed some info. After thinking about it a while, I made several changes to make the profiles look different. I wasn't going to lie and say I was neg or ten years younger, but I shaved a few pounds off and listed my status as "ask me." My age and sizes were very similar, but the pics and text were very different. To make it less obvious, I waited a week before I contacted the muscle cub from my new profile. To my surprise, he replied when he logged in a day later. The discussion seemed to indicate his kinks were limited to barebacking, breeding, piss and bukkake. While I was into the first three, the last one didn't do anything for me since I preferred to shoot my cum inside a guy. He also said he preferred very little talking during sex. Grunts, moans and groans were fine but that was it. I guess it fit in with not having the top's status getting divulged. We met up at his apartment and I figured I'd have one chance at tapping him. While he hadn't said anything explicit, it didn't sound like he hooked up with the same guy more than one or two times. "Hey, glad you could make it" was about all the words he said, other than "bye" when I left. His voice was deep but casual. Grunts and moans were all that filled his bedroom for the next hour. Most of the time I was behind him, fucking him over the side of the bed, on his hands and knees, on his knees or flat on his stomach. My cock drilled him hard and soft, with short strokes and long. I loved feeling his sweaty body against mine while we rutted as nature intended - bare. His hole was slick with precum for most of our fuck and as with the other neg guys, I leaked more than normal while fucking him. Maybe it was because I found him sexier than most guys I hooked up with. Part of that sexiness was his confidence. He didn't try to overplay his masculinity. He acted like an average guy that liked risky sex. I just happened to think he was a lot hotter than your average guy. Muscle cub was a little reluctant when I flipped him on his back for a few more minutes of pounding before I dumped my second load into him. I doubt he knew I had already bred him while I fucked him earlier when I got myself too close prevent shooting my charged load in. I kept plowing through several shots, coating his guts with my cum. The second load was almost as big as the first, but I pumped it in fully planted in his ass. His eyes were closed but the expression on his face told me he knew I had filled him with my seed. My face had a very big, satisfied grin on it and had moaned a drawn out "ah fuck yeah" with the last few spurts. A week later I got a message from him. "Hey. Was hoping we could meet up again. Been really busy and no sex since we hooked. Not going to have much time next week either so I want to meet someone I know is gonna fuck good and leave me dripping" he said. It was pretty flattering and it was hard to refuse spending some more time fucking the stud. I was supposed to meet a friend for beers when muscle cub was free, so I did what any horny gay guy would do. We spent almost two hours playing this time. We started on the couch with him sucking me. He spent a lot more time getting my cock hard and wet than our first meet and I played with his ass almost as long. My tongue loved his furry ass and hole and my fingers did too. I didn't get my fist in, but four fingers were able to stretch him open. I even got a few encouraging words from him. By the time I pressed my bare cock into his ass, my beard was dripping spit and his hole was gaping nicely. My cock slipped in easily but as soon as I bottomed out, he clamped down and let out a deep moan. The more relaxed pace let me spend more time plowing into his talented hole and enjoy feeling our bodies completely connected. We both worked up a good sweat and I loved rubbing his body with my hands and feeling the damp fur under my palm or on my chest. I fucked him over the end of the sofa in a few positions before finally breeding his hole. That was when he spoke for the first time during sex, telling me how he loved feeling my cock throb inside him. When we had recovered, he pushed me toward the bedroom for round two. He might have been a bottom but there wasn't a submissive bone in his body. He wasn't aggressive enough to be a power bottom either, but there were signs that he might be on his way there. While I first thought that he might want to cuddle while my balls refilled, that wasn't what he planned. I quickly found myself between his legs, sucking on his nice, thick cock. This was new territory and one that I didn't mind at all. I considered myself ninety percent top these days, back to what I was with my cumwhore of an ex. I'd briefly moved to fifty-fifty versatile with Chris, but that was now over. Sucking dick was always one of those things that I loved to do but it needed the right guy. Muscle cub was perfect for this. A nice cock, a good attitude and the chance that I'd be swallowing his last neg load made for a very satisfying blowjob. Twenty minutes of sucking, licking and stroking his shaft gave me plenty of time to ready load number two. From his cock, I licked down to his hairy ass and licked my cum that was leaking out of the tight pucker. My tongue dug in, fucking him a few moments before my now stiff cock was ready to slide back into the warm, wet confines of his pussy. Unlike our fuck a week before, muscle cub had no issue with me fucking him on his back. At first he held his thick legs back while I drilled his hole before eventually resting them on my shoulders. Last time he kept his eyes closed and grunted occasionally, this time his eyes were locked on to mine and the grin from before got bigger. The moans and grunts got louder too. "Fuck yeah! Pound that hole" he growled out, almost making me jump back. I chuckled and growled back "Yeah? Like that cock drilling into your hole? You like me churning up that load from earlier?" "Uh huh. I feel some of it drippin out... you better put some back in" he groaned out in response. This was the type of banter I liked to have during sex. It had been sorely missing from our first fuck and I wondered if he wanted to avoid any conversation that might have hinted at mine or his status. I hadn't fucked enough chasers to have anything like that become part of my normal fuck-talk so it was easy to avoid. I pounded him harder until finally my balls couldn't keep their viral contents inside. I growled as spurts of cum showered his guts and he yelled out "Oh god yeah!" My body shuddered and shook during the intense orgasm and when it faded we were staring at each other. I pulled out and rolled over on to the bed next to him, still breathing heavily. It was his turn to get between my legs and suck the cum from my shaft and balls. He was surprisingly gentle but I doubt he missed a drop of semen, whether he licked it up or coated his beard with it. He continued long enough to make my cock start to stiffen again. I was pleasantly surprised when he crawled on top of me and lined up my cock to his very slick hole. He rode me for about ten minutes until I could tell his legs were starting to burn. I tugged him toward me and on to his knees while I took over and drilled his ass for another five minutes before I unleashed a few more ropes of cum into him. "Thanks... that was fuckin awesome. I haven't fucked like that in a few years" he said a minute later. "Yeah, that was damn good" I replied. Once he had crawled off of me, I went in search of my clothes. While he was a lot more vocal and friendly this time, it was still just a hookup and I knew it was time to head home. Part of me expected a message from him a week later, but I didn't get one. The next week was the same and by then I was fucking a couple other guys anyway. I finally saw him online a month or so later. I was using my original poz status account and checked out his profile. A smile came over my face as I saw the change in his status. About a half hour later he sent a message "Thanks for lookin. Hot profile. Wanna hookup some time?" Chuckling, I replied "Thanks. Sorry, I prefer the challenge of neg guys."

Chapter 3 Dad reached around me and opened the door. I let him walk out first and I followed suddenly feeling very exposed in the small towel and nothing else. I had to adjust to the dark a little again and I rationalized as we walked that people wouldnt get a good enough look at us to know that we were father and son. But my brain was on overdrive trying to process this night and how I got there that I didnt realize I wasnt paying attention to where we were going until I felt dad grab my shoulder and ask me, "You with me Coop?" I focused and just nodded. "Yeah dad. Sorry." Dad looked at me and took a deep breath. "Did I rush you? Would you rather settle yourself in the room and then go out when youre ready?" I didnt know how to respond and I realized I never would have made it five minutes in here if I had been alone. "I dont really know dad...I..." I couldnt explain what I was feeling. A mix of excitement and fear and the after effects of the shock of being here with him. "Oh I'm sorry Coop." Dad put his arm around me. "Let's go back to the room and you can take your time. I don't know what I was rushing us out for. Come on." I could feel the heat of his body as he held me to his side. What dad couldn't have known at the time is how much it turned me on whenever a guy put his arm around me like he was doing. I think it was always the feeling that another guy wanted to be close to me even if it wasnt sexual for him. It felt intimate and that was what I was looking for with another guy. And even though this time it was my dad I could still feel that same stir in my cock that I always felt. Before it got embarrassing he pulled his arm back so that we werent taking up too much space in the narrow hallway. Overall, it seemed to be a pretty quiet night, but as we walked back we went down a couple of halls that had more guys walking around on their own. There were a couple I noticed and one who I made eye contact with. A guy who looked like he was in his 30s with a hot body. Nothing was said but I felt the electricity of his look and the fear that gripped me almost immediately. It made me glad to be with dad so I could just say I was following someone else. If he stopped me I wouldnt know what I would have said. Dad was right. I was probably too nervous to make tonight what I fantasized it would be so being here for the first time with someone I knew was probably the best thing that could happen. But nothing did happen with the stranger in the hall even though he locked eyes with me the entire time. We all just kept walking opposite ways. I think dad was focused on getting us to his room. He didnt even seem to notice any of the other guys we passed on the way. Finally we were back to the room and we went inside. I sat on the bed and he shut the door. This time he was the one leaning against the door. He looked at me and I couldnt read the expression on his face. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah sorry dad." "What are you sorry for? There's nothing to be sorry for. You seem nervous. Is it me? Is it something else?" I shook my head. "I dont know. I mean actually I think its everything really." Dad nodded. "Would you rather I left?" "No dad stay. I'm actually glad Im not here alone." The look that came across dads face was relief. "Ok Coop but you can always change your mind ok? Just say the word and I'll go home." "No its fine dad. Really." Dad came and sat on the bed with me. Pretty quickly the silence in the room became awkward. Out of that awkwardness came my courage. "Hey dad? So if youre here every Thursday what do you do?" Dad was silent long enough that I thought he was just going to pretend that he didnt hear me and Id either have to ask again or just forget about it. But once we entered awkward silent phase two, dad spoke. "I guess it really depends on who ends up here when Im here. Sometimes theres no one here and I just....entertain myself. Sometimes I watch some guys fool around and then sometimes I hook up with one or two guys myself and someone else watches." "Someones always watching?" "No not always but a lot of guys will at least stop to check it out." "So then should I go so you can have your fun instead of managing my anxiety?" "No no its fine Coop. Im glad I was here. Like you said its a lot easier to be here with someone you know." "Thanks dad." He tossled my hair like he would when we saw each other when I was a kid. "I know I havent been there for you much Coop. Im not gonna ditch you now. I promise." But that silence fell on the room again. I had no idea what to do next and it didnt seem like dad did either. Suddenly he sat up at the edge of the bed. "Coop. I am going to propose something but I dont want you to feel forced or anything so you tell me exactly how you feel ok?" I had no idea where this was going but anything to get us out of this silence would be great. "I get nervous at places like this too. Just like you. And sometimes I need something to give me a boost to get out there and do what I came here for. Do you think youd want to try it?" "Uh sure I guess if you want." "Theres one thing." Dad had already been talking low but he went down to a whisper now. "Its not exactly legal and Im not supposed to really have it here. We could get kicked out so we have to be quiet about it ok?" Now I was really curious. What illegal stuff was my dad doing? "Uh sure. What is it?" Dad reached under the bed and got his work bag. He reached in and pulled out a glass pipe and a small bag of what looked like chunks of crystal like shapes. I watched in silence as he filled the pipe with what was in the bag. He put the small bag back and pulled out a torch lighter. "Im going to take a couple hits Coop and if you want you can too. No pressure but for me it acts like a little push when Im anxious ok?" I nodded and just watched in fascination as he lit the pipe with the torch and waited for smoke to begin to form in the pipe and then find its way through the hole in the top. Thats when dad took his first hit and then his second, both times exhaling a massive cloud. "Wow dad" I said after the second hit. The clouds he blew out definitely peaked my interest. "Yeah you wanna try?" I figured this couldnt be too bad to try if dad was doing it. He must have been able to tell that I wanted to try because without having to say a word, dad put the pipe up to my mouth and lit it with the lighter again. "Hold on and wait until you see the smoke ok? Yeah now is good. Yup, just like that. Good, a little more. Ok now hold it in." I tried to do what I saw him do and held it before releasing it through my mouth and nose but I got in my head that I would hold it longer than he did. It wasnt a competition but I wanted to impress him. When it felt like it was time, I exhaled. "Nice Coop. One more." I repeated the hit and even tried to take in a little more from the pipe this time. The second cloud was bigger. "Nice" dad said again. "Lets give you one more and we'll take a break ok?" I just nodded. We went through the same steps again and I tried to beat the first two hits again. I released the hit but couldnt tell if it was the biggest. At that moment it didnt matter because the hits were taking hold of my body and my mind. There was a tingling running through me and I could even feel a stirring in my brain like the hits were opening something in my mind that was being released. Dad put the pipe and torch down on the table in the room in a bowl that held condoms and packets of lube. As he leaned back onto the bed I noticed that his towel was tenting. I dont know what I looked like when he turned back to me but something had changed. "Yeah Coop. Feels good doesnt it?" "Yeah dad. It does. You too?" I was staring straight at his crotch covered poorly by his towel. "Sure does Coop. Pretty good stuff I got. We'll do more in a minute." I nodded and then closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall as I let the hits continue to buzz through me. "Damn Coop guess that really worked huh?" I opened my eyes to see dad with a big grin on his face and thats when I realized that somehow without knowing I had opened my towel and began stroking my cock. "Oh shit. Sorry dad." At the same time I was apologizing I didnt want to let go of my cock. It had never felt so good to stroke my cock before. But dad didnt seem to mind what he was seeing. "No Coop. Youre good. Mind if I join in?" Dad pulled open his towel and I saw his hard cock for the first time. Thicker and longer than mine. It stood straight up as he grabbed it and began stroking it. I had never seen a mans hard cock this close and it happened to be my dads. He spread his legs a little bit further apart and his knee rested on mine. When our knees touched we both looked over to the other and our eyes met. "This ok Coop? We can stop if you want." I could tell he meant it. This was a weird time to understand it, but this was probably the first time I really believed that dad loved me. He was really looking out for me, he wanted my first experience to be a good one. "Yeah dad. Its ok. Its good." Dads smile got bigger but there was also something in his eye that almost looked sinister. Thats when he sat up again and grabbed the pipe and torch. "Up for a couple more?" I pulled myself to the edge of the bed next to him to indicate that I was. This time we both each did three hits but alternated. The tingling and buzzing or whatever it was only got more intense and the last hit I took felt like it went straight to my cock. I leaned back down on the bed stroking with my legs spread and my feet on the ground. Dad put the pipe and torch back into the little bowl but before he laid back next to me he stayed at the edge and looked me up and down. He put one hand on my thigh and I shivered. "Damn Coop. Looks like its working doesnt it?" His hand began rubbing my thigh slowly. "Yeah dad I think so. Feels pretty good." "Good Coop. Good. Looking good..." I tilted my head back again and closed my eyes enjoying this first high of my life. Suddenly my eyes flew open as I felt the sensation of my dads hand wrapped around my rigid cock.

Hey guys, I'm a long-time lurker here. I wrote a nice little story partly based on something that almost happened to me when I was younger, and on a much larger fantasy I had for a long time that has been shaped over the years by what I read on here. I'm almost done with the second part so if there is any interest I will post :) English is not my first language so please forgive any mistake. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How I met my Daddy I couldn’t believe it, it had to be a mistake. I looked at my phone more closely and the ad clearly said 112 Shelby Drive, but the address was that of a huge mansion in the upper-class neighbourhood of my city. The rent couldn’t possibly be that cheap. I sent the landlord a message asking if this was real and if there was a mistake. I got a reply in under a minute telling me that yes, it was an actual room for rent and the price was accurate, no mistake. I asked if and when I could visit and the landlord replied: “I’m at home all day, you can come by anytime”. It was about an hour of commute from my dorm, which I was about to be forced to leave since my classes were over and I just graduated, so I hurried to the place to make sure nobody would beat me to it. When I got there, I still couldn’t believe it. The house was impressive, a very recent building in the nicest part of town. I knocked on the door and heard steps closing in, then the door opened. A very tall and muscular man, probably in his fifties, was looking at me with a warm smile. “You must be Tom, I’m Rick. Come on in.” We shook hands and I came forward. The house was even more spacious and beautiful inside. Rick gave me a quick tour of the house and asked me if I was interested. “Well sure, I said. But why is it so cheap. I mean, I’ll be glad to pay this low but you could charge so much more.” “Well I’m not really after the money, I have plenty of that. I just thought it would be nice to have someone live with me, I’ve been alone for many years and could use the company from time to time, you know. So I figured I could find a roommate and offer someone like you the opportunity of living in a luxurious house such as this one. Landlords can be very greedy, and I think that’s not very fair. It’s my way of giving back and sharing my luck with other people.” It made sense to me so I didn’t question him further. “Oh by the way, before you accept or reject my offer, I have to tell you that I’m gay and I sometimes have some visitors if you are okay with that kind of thing. Are you straight yourself?” “Yes I am, but I don’t mind if you’re gay. To tell you the truth, I’m really interested in living here for a while, at least, this place is amazing!” “Great, well let’s get you settled then.” I was very excited to be moving in this house and Rick seemed like a very pleasant person to be around. He was very polite and kind, at least that’s the first impression I had of him. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I could trust him. The fact that he was gay was a non-event for me, I didn’t mind at all. I wasn’t gay myself, but I was open minded. As long as he didn’t try anything on me, and he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to do so, everything was fine by me. In fact, I was a little curious about the gay lifestyle, which I knew very little of, but I guessed this was about to change. That was a good thing, I thought. He took me to my room, which was very nice, quite large with big windows, fully and tastefully furnished with a queen-sized bed, desk, and all the essentials. I thanked Rick and told him I had to go pick up my things at my dorm so I can properly settle in. He gave me a key to the house. “Welcome home boy, I hope you enjoy staying here. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun.” He let out a big warm laugh as I took the key and went on my way to pick up my stuff. The next few weeks were uneventful. I finished setting up at Rick’s house and got to know him a bit better. Turns out he is very pleasant to be around and very generous. He insisted I could use anything I wanted in the house, even the food, and made sure I was doing fine with everything. This was a godsend, since I was having a hard time finding a job. Every application I had sent was still unanswered. I was starting to get nervous and shared my fears with Rick, who brushed them off. “Don’t worry, you’ll find something in no time. In the meantime, don’t worry about the bills, I can help you out boy,” he said. “You sure? I don’t want to become a burden, you really don’t have to do this. I could go back to my parents.” “Nonsense. Your parents live on the other side of the country, in a little town where you’d have even less job opportunities. You can stay here as long as you want. I like you, boy, I want to help you out. And don’t you ever go saying you’re a burden ever again. You’re my guest and I’m gonna take care of you.” As relieved and grateful as I was, I redoubled my efforts to find a job. It was about a month after I had moved in when in the middle of the night I heard grunting and moaning noises that were coming from Rick’s room, upstairs. I stopped whatever I was doing and started paying attention. No doubt, Rick was having sex with someone. Now like I said I’m straight, but it had been a long time since I had seen some action and knowing some people were having what sounded like amazing sex so close to me got me going. I became very curious to know what kind of sex Rick was having. I slowly and quietly got out of my room and came near Rick’s to hear better. The moans were clearer, and I could also hear some words, although I couldn’t make out what they were. It was mostly Rick talking with his deep voice, but a higher one responded faintly from time to time. As I got closer I started to hear better. “... you like that big poz cock, don’t you faggot...” “...oh...” “What? I can hear you tina boy, say it.” “... I ... love … your poz cock Sir …" I had no idea what “poz” and “tina” meant, but the dirty talk was getting me horny like crazy. Hearing them moan and talk like that, coupled with the sound their bodies made as Rick was clearly fucking the other guy in the ass, had me rock hard in my boxer shorts. I managed to get on the edge of Rick’s door and couldn’t help from having a quick peek inside. I barely got my eye out and saw Rick right in front of me, with his eyes closed, fucking a young man about the same age as me. I couldn’t see the other man’s face as his head was buried into the bed, his ass way up to meet Rick’s dick, which I couldn’t see. I could also see a quite large biohazard tattoo on Rick’s chest. There was also a lot of stuff laying on the bed around them, I recognized a few bottles and syringes, but I couldn’t watch any longer as I was afraid Rick would see me. I bolted as fast and quietly to my room as I could and closed the door. I was so turned on by what I saw and heard that I started to jerk off right away and, with the image in my mind of Rick fucking the boy in the ass, came under a minute later. It was the most intense orgasm I had in quite a while, and I was surprised how all of this had turned me on. I thought about it repeatedly and started to wonder what Rick was saying to his lover. I got on my computer and googled “poz dick” and “tina”. I was very confused at what I was finding. Was Rick HIV positive? Was it somewhat of a turn on for him? What about the other guy? Was he okay with it? Tina was some kind of drug, and they were doing some? That would explain the syringes and bottles and various paraphernalia lying around. All of this seemed wild and intense to me and I was starting to doubt that I had heard correctly. I kept reading about it, and eventually found some videos showing dudes using needles, smoking out of glass pipes and then having sex. To my surprise, I couldn’t stop looking at them. It was SO HOT. My dick was rock hard and I kept masturbating all night long, sometimes hearing Rick and his guest in the distance. By my third orgasm, I was starting to realize I was not as straight as I thought I was, and I was becoming more and more curious about trying sex with another man. But I was also especially curious about the different drugs I knew nothing about but seemed to make these guys unbelievably horny and high as hell. My research led me to learn about the bug chasing fetish. There were people actively trying to catch HIV and I thought the idea was equal parts repulsive and fascinating. To willingly get yourself infected with this terrible disease and then “gifting” it to others. What a wild idea! I couldn't understand why I found it so appealing and still so frightening at the same time. Eventually late into the night (or early in the morning) I collapsed and fell asleep without even realizing it. I had wild dreams about naked men, huge dicks, needles, and cum and when I woke up I still had a huge boner and I had to masturbate once again. ---- When I finally got out of my room Rick was in the kitchen eating breakfast, alone. “Hey boy, made some breakfast and there’s plenty enough for you, just help yourself.” “Wow thanks Rick!” I felt a bit uneasy after what I had witnessed a few hours earlier. I was seeing Rick in a completely different light, now. For the first time I realized how handsome he really was; he had a very masculine face, big and well defined muscles, a very manly man. I caught myself starting to fantasize about him and my dick twitched a few times. I wondered what his dick looked like. “So, did you enjoy the show last night?” “The show? What show?” “I saw you peeking in my room when I was with my guest. I hope we didn’t scare you” Rick said with a laugh. My stomach sank. I got caught! I was sure Rick didn’t see me. At least judging his reaction, he seemed genuinely fine with it, but still. He caught my own concerned face. “Hey, don’t worry, if I didn’t want you to see anything I would have closed the door. You’re welcome to watch or join any time, I really don’t mind. In fact, I enjoy being watched.” That was unexpected to say the least, but it made sense. “So?” “Huh... so what?” “Did you like what you saw?” I didn’t want Rick to know how much I found it hot to watch him pound some guy’s ass relentlessly while saying incredibly dirty things to him. I was straight and I didn’t want Rick to even consider the possibility that I wasn’t in any way. "It was... interesting.” “Well, like I said you’re free to join in anytime, the more the merrier” he replied with a wink and a charming smile. “Aaah, thanks, but I’m not gay, so I’m gonna take a pass.” “You sure about that boy? You don’t know what you’re missing.” I was nervous as hell and thinking about what to say when Rick, having finished his meal, got up in a sudden. “Anyway, we can talk about it later I’m off to run some errands. See ya tonight, boy.” I was relieved this interaction was over. I was afraid Rick would notice the growing bulge in my pants. ---- As soon as Rick was out of the house I opened back the porn tabs on my computer and kept looking at stuff about tina, chem sex, pozzing, bug chasing and gift giving. This stuff was making me hornier and hornier. Everything was spinning fast in my head, and I was feeling like I just hit puberty for a second time. It was so dirty, horny, wrong and extreme that I couldn’t believe some people actually did that stuff. I read story after story on a website called Breeding Zone and then started to picture Rick getting me high and then laying me on my back, spreading my legs and entering me with his toxic poz cock and infecting me with his virus... OH. MY. GOD. As I reached that point of my daydreaming fantasy, I was masturbating furiously and erupted into the strongest orgasm I ever had, bar none. I shot my load on my belly and decided to scoop some and taste it. I had never done that but I was so horny I couldn’t resist. It tasted amazing. I wondered what Rick’s cum tasted like. Rick’s poz, toxic cum... I’ve always been sure I was 100% straight, but after all this and while looking at a video of a guy, fucked up on chems, getting gang banged raw by a bunch of poz dudes, I was starting to seriously doubt it. My erection wouldn’t go away even after several orgasms, I had never been this turned on in my life and for such a long time. I tried to shake it off and distract myself by resuming my job hunting, but I couldn’t focus on anything. My dick was there to remind me there were more interesting things to spend my time on. I was getting addicted to raunchy gay porn. When the night came I could hear noise coming from Rick’s room. I was really tempted to go and see what he was up to, and with whom. But at the same time I didn’t want him to know how curious I was about it all so I stayed in my room, waiting. After a while the noise became louder. I could hear moans and grunts, but it didn’t really sound like Rick or the guy that was here the night before. Eventually curiosity got the best of me and I quietly made my way to Rick’s room. As I got to his door, which was once again wide open, I was surprised to see that Rick was alone, laying on his bed, wearing only a pair of briefs that showcased a huge bulge between his legs, surrounded by several items like bottles, baggies and syringes. The noise I was hearing was coming from his huge TV; porn was playing, a guy was on a sling getting rammed by a huge cock and moaning like crazy. Rick saw me right away and gave me a smile. “Hey boy, I was starting to wonder when you would join me. I’ve been waiting for a while now. Come in, don’t be shy, I won’t bite.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued...

This is not “diss” anyones look or preference. I like different types of men. But today I was out and I seen a gorgeous man in his late 40’s in a full suit, clean shave , styled hair. Very nice, subtle, masculine cologne. Dress shoes, nice watch. Very dapper. He sat right across (legs open?!) from me I was fascinated no lie. Pre a few Covid pounds, I might have had the nerve to go strike up some convo with this beautiful, well dressed man eating all alone. I was just kind of thinking how I missed that look and that niche is kind of missing. I love beards, but I’m getting to the point of beard/hipster fatigue. Can we get some variety? I mean I’d would have fuck him in a second I know the whole “ I’m not trying hard” think is in, but there was something sexy about this man who showed effort. I know I sound old school.

Growing up in a small southern town in the 70's, I knew a number of cops and State Troopers who enjoyed a blow job from a teenager, and occasional would bend me over. My mother worked for the city, and her office was next to the police department. I got to use their locker room toilet when I visited my mom. I really enjoyed them. All of them were married of course. All were rednecks ( uncut too) and would have bristled at the name queer". Several smoked cigars ( a fetish of mine). The two state troopers fucked me off and until I went north to college. My question here is has anyone had similar experiences? Also are there any cops, troopers, security guards, prison COs, in our readership that would drop me a line? Or email? I am very discreet and know how careful you must be. I live in Columbus Ohio, and actually have run across a few. Like to meet some more.

During the course of the story, I've developed mental images of each character in my head. I've imagined the Dowager Queen as Dame Edyth Evans ( Lady Bracknell style) 🙂 She sounds like a bit of a sweetie... A hard nut to crack but has a very soft centre. I'm looking forward to the gala ball and the Christmas holidays 🙂

Last night I got off work and took a shower and passed out around 7:30! Woke up at 12 beyond the words horny! I got on Grindr and within 10 mins had a message, opening the message I see “coming through ur area and if u want dick let me know” there’s a pic of a crazy long BBC with 2 hands on it and long enough his head sticking past the hands! I was cleaned out and squirted s Ton of lube in and heard my door open! The guy walked in and pulled down his pants and he wasn’t super think but soooo long! He spread my ass and plowed in pushing balls deep! No thrusting or anything he held my hips and stayed deep for a while before he started to pull out to the tip then push in slowly! He said he would not last long because he had edged for 3 days and started to cum but stopped and held it and edged inside only letting a little squirt in before stopping to not cum. After a few times he started to fuck hard! I began to feel the throb of him breeding me! After he finished he pushed deep to lock his Dick inside and wouldn’t move! Using it like a plug and stayed in until going soft! He got dressed and left me bred!

Great writing. Eagerly waiting to see more!

About 10 years ago, back in the Craigslist days, I posted an ad, wanting to suck off str8 guys. I got a reply from a guy that said he was married and str8, but he had been sucked off a few times by guys, and he wanted to try it again. I sent him my address and asked him when he could be here? He messaged back that he was only 10 minutes away. He said he'd be showing up in his Nevada Highway Patrol pick-up truck. And that he'd be in his Nevada Highway Patrol uniform. Was I ok with that? I of course said "Yes". I do have to admit that I was nervous when his NVHP pickup pulled into my driveway. What would the neighbors think? And I answered the door to a man standing there in a NVHP uniform. But I brought him inside. We stripped and I sucked and rimmed him. He endued up fucking me bb. Sadly, he was retiring and he and his wife were moving to Florida. Too bad. He was a fun fuck.

February 20th, 2017 was the last time I took a load. That evening, a cute tattooed twink I met off Grindr came over to my place. He had tattoos on his chest, arms and legs, as well as gauges in his ears and a few piercings on his nose and lip (I love those bad boys). The cutie took off his pants and underwear and laid on my bed. I knelt down between his legs, grabbed his thick cock, and jacked it while I sucked the glans and shaft. I took my time twirling my tongue around the head and tickling the pisshole. He got rock hard once I engulfed his entire cock and deepthroated it, then proceeded to shove my face flush against his crotch while he thrusted his hips upwards, jabbing the back of my throat. After this, he turned over on all fours and put his ass in my face. I parted his buttcheeks and was in awe at how firm and smooth his ass was. Even in the dimly lit room, I could tell his hole was a light red color. I stuck my tongue to it and got a good taste and feel of his asshole. I ran my tongue up and down his crack, getting his taint sloppy and back over his hole again, flicking my tongue on it repeatedly. Tried to finger him, but he was really tight. It was my turn to get fucked, so we switched spots and I bared my ass and hunkered down on the bed. He put lube on his cock and my hole. We had a condom, but I wanted to take it raw this time. He slid it in bareback. I exclaimed, "Fuck, that feels so good", as I hadn't been penetrated in awhile before that. He gently rocked his hips back and forth, letting my hole feel that dick, then sped up and pounded me as hard as I ever had felt. I had to muffle my screams in a pillow. He had the hottest moans as he was fucking me. I was saying, "You're so sexy" and "You're so good" as he was wrecking my ass. He laid back on his back afterward and I sat down on his dick, holding onto his thighs as he thrusted upward, drilling my hole. That force was so amazing. To finish it off. I laid on my back with my legs over his shoulders and he re-entered me, holding onto my thighs. He thrusted so damn hard that my cock grew rock hard like never before. The sound of our skin clapping together got louder and louder the harder he fucked me. I didn't think I was going to be able to handle such a pounding, but I pulled him closer to get him all the way inside me. I reached up and rubbed my fingers in his armpits and twiddled his pierced nipples as he lay over me, humping me hard. More dirty phrases like "You're so hot", "Oh yeah" and "Pound that ass" were said during this moment. Lastly, he got over top of me, pinned me down, and gave me his last few hard thrusts, then squealed and blew his hot load deep inside my rectum. I felt the warmth of it seeping in me. As he got out of me, my hole was so sore and my legs were shaky. Couldn't walk straight for 2-3 days, but fuck it was worth the pounding and having his seed inside me.

It’s beautiful in its perfect reverence, isn’t it.

I’m 9 fat uncut. Most guys are going to wince when I go in. But soon, I hope the eyes roll back

It is a joy to read about such a rational, practical, and considerate approach, @BB4fking. Clearly you care about your health and the health of others. I too go monthly. My PrEP provider has entered standing laboratory orders that would let me go as often as every 3 weeks. Anyone who whines that PrEP doesn't protect against STIs other than HIV is missing a key point: the obligation to get STI tests every 3 months (if one's PrEP provider is diligent and follows the CDC guidelines) leads to the detection and treatment of many asymptomatic STIs. Many Poz guys also get regular STI testing. If only frequent, regular STI testing could also become a norm among HIV-negative people who are not on PrEP!

Met one of my married (Str8) fuck buds just after 8pm at my local cruising woods for a fuck, we both love fucking outside & he likes an audience when he fucks. We found a spot to fuck and were a few minutes into my mate give my hairy hole some hard deep punishment with his big raw dick when guys started to take an interest. 10 minutes later my mate was close to breeding my arse, I could only see one of the guys watching us fuck. He was on my right, very tall, 6’2” or 6’3” big fat belly the which was holding up with one hand as he wanked his huge uncut cock with the other. Suddenly my mate started to thrust balls deep in me as hard as he could and let out a loud roar as his big dick pump hard & fast inside my arse filling my guts with his huge thick load. As he slowly started sliding his dick out of my arse he loudly asked who was gunna breed me next. I heard a voice say he was next cos he was close to shooting his load, as my mates dick slipped out of my pussy the next guy pushed his big fat up curved dick in my cum sloppy pussy! It was squelching loudly with every hard deep thrust he made, then after a few minutes he was roaring & I felt his dick pumping inside me. I looked over to my right & told the fat guy with the huge dick that I wanted him to fuck my pussy next. He got behind me & slowly pushed his massive dick inside me. I groaned with intense pleasure as I felt his meat filling my guts & felt the weight of his huge fat belly as it rested on the small of my back. He fucked me hard & fast for a good 20 minutes , his big low hanging balls slapping up onto mine. He bred a massive load in me, so much cum it was oozing out of my cunthole while he was pumping it in me. After him there we two guys wanking hard and when they got close they bred their loads in me, after that i came back home. Around 11:30pm I had 4 scruff notifications in a row, they were mgs from a horny scally looking lad asking if I was up for having 2 very horny lads over to abuse my arse with their big dicks? Damn right I was up for it. The one who msg me was 19 yr old Alex, 6ft tall, slim toned build with a fat 8” uncut cock. His mate was 18 yr old mixed race lad called Aaron, 6ft 3 tall with a muscular swimmers build with a 9.5” uncut dick. They were talking turned to raid & breed my cunthole, while one fucked the other was getting his cock worked by my mouth. By the time Alex left at 2am He’d bred 5 loads in me & Aaron had bred 7, the last two were in rapid succession, minutes apart. Aaron stayed so I could fuck & breed his meaty hairy arse, just bred my third big load in him & will start work on a forth in a few minutes.

I dragged my teeth along his cock. He slapped me and told me to watch my teeth. I cleaned him off. He told me to give him 20 minutes and then come to his room. I finished my shower, dried off, went to my room, pulled on a jock, some workout shorts and a T. Pozzed While Cruising 7 I was at his room in 19 minutes… I lightly knocked on the door. Someone from inside yelled that it was open, so I slowly opened the door to see the up-and-coming jock freshman QB on his knees sucking off the starting stud freshman linebacker in their dorm room. He ordered me to lock the door, stripped down and eat some QB ass. Josh, the QB, looked back at me with a weary eye and that is when Ty the linebacker assured him that I was cool and that he just fucked me in the shower. I was going to eat his ass as he was going to finally learn to take it up the ass whenever TY wanted it. I could tell Josh tried to object, but when he opened his mouth Ty stuffed with his huge black cock. He had just bred me about 30 minutes ago, but he was again rock hard and ready to fuck again. I was hoping he would fill me again, but I am sure Josh was in his sites tonight. I still had some poz loads buried deep in my hole. I am sure one of them would fuck out of me. I thought how could I get one or both or these guys back to the apartment and convert them. I could not believe I was thinking like this just yesterday I was damn a condom nazi. Now, I had loads from 7 or 8 guys in me and some of them I did not know their names. I tossed my T-shirt and shorts back by the door and knelt behind Josh and licked his ass. He moaned a loud whore-ish moan. I thought anyone walking by the door would hear. Ty urged me to continue. I got in there. I was tonguing his hole and slipping a finger here and there into him. All at the urging of Ty to add another finger and to eat his ass, spit on it. I had nearly 3 fingers in him when Ty asked him, “What do you want me to do QB1?” Josh looked up at him never taking his cock out of his mouth and mumbled, “fuck me” “What do you want me to do?” Ty repeated. Josh pulling Ty’s huge cock out of his mouth and said, “I want you to fuck me with your big lineback cock and breed me!” Ty ordered me to get on the bed and Josh to straddle me with his 7 inch white cock dangling in my mouth. Josh almost immediately went to fish out my cock, but TY told him no and that I was there for guys like them to use. Ty got to use Josh and me and Josh got to use me. I was disappointed but I understood. Ty got behind Josh and ran his cock up and down his ass and plopped it in my mouth to get his wet. I did my best. I was ordered to suck Josh and Josh was allowed to finger and eat my ass. Ty slowly pushed his cock into Josh while Josh began to beg him to stop. Ty reminded him that he did ask for it and that Ty needed the QB to be the D’d bitch. This was going to happen no matter what he did it was all just a matter of time. Little did they both know what I had in store for them. Josh’s ass finally opened up and Ty’s hog of a cock slid into the freshman QB. Josh let out another moan of a man in heat. Just as Ty hit bottom Josh filled my mouth with his negative. He thought I brought him off, but I know it was that huge dick of Ty’s that did it. I was already working on a plan to get Josh alone with one of the guys from the group. I had Josh in one of my classes near where I had met Jake. I was thinking how I could get the two together and maybe poz the whole football team. Ty brutally pounded his thick hard cock into Josh. I could see some pink forming around his hole. I ran my tongue along the underside of Ty’s cock. Josh fingered my hole. I could actually feel him get hard again. Ty pumped a thick load into Josh for just having dumped one into me less than an hour before. I sucked on Josh’s cock and cleaned Ty’s prick and Josh joined me. In the last few days, I had turned into a wanton cocksucker, craving bareback assumingly poz cum and was willing to lure other guys into it as well. Josh asked Ty if I could suck him or if he could fuck me. Ty pondered for a moment and allowed Josh to mount me for his entertainment. I was about to get the 7 or 8th load of the day in my slutty pussy. I know I still had some poz cum deep in me. I knew though that if Josh fucked me he would meet in the bathroom after class. My plan was being set without me having to really work it. But Josh was going to be the start. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. More to CUM I hope you guys are liking this story I am always up for hot chat and/or phone/skype and meeting locally Hit me up Joey

I don't care if you write them long or short. Just please don't quit writing them.

Chapter 7 Dad had Grant pass him the pipe and torch. As he turned to me, I lifted myself up into a seated position. He lit the pipe before putting it to my mouth and said, "You guys wanna watch me get my son high again?" "How high you wanna get your boy?" It was the new guy with the massive cock. "Doesnt take much. This being his first night of partying and all." Dad pulled the pipe from my mouth and I held the hit before letting it go. "Damn that is a fucked up thing for a dad to do to his son." "Yeah? Is that why your cock is that hard?" Dad gave me another hit. "Fuck yeah. I want to see you tear apart your sons innocence." "Yeah? You want me to corrupt him more and more with every hit?" What was I hearing? Was dad just playing along or did he mean this? Was he playing a monster or was he actually one? As I let go of the second hit, I only cared that these men in the room were all hot and they were looking at and talking about me. I didnt care how fucked up this was. I cared that I was getting the attention from hot guys I only thought I would ever be able to fantasize about. Dad gave me one last hit from the pipe. "Fuck yeah and I wanna watch and maybe even join." At that last word, dad turned to him. "Whats your name? Im Paul and my son is Cooper." As if on cue, I let out a huge cloud and waved at him. "Luke. What about you guys?" "Grant." "Dominic." "Good to meet all of you.It turns out we all had a purpose tonight in coming here. We are all going to be part of my sons experience of losing his virginity. Isnt that right son?" "Dad?" Something in my head was forcing itself to be spoken. "Yeah son?" He looked genuinely concerned. "Isnt this incest? Are we committing incest?" I was on the bed on my back and stroking my hard and throbbing cock as I asked. Even as I said it I wasnt sure what I was seeking in an answer. The word came to mind as something I had heard before as criminal and so wrong that it was done by people who were messed up in some way. But in this room with these guys, saying the word aloud made that [banned word] very real. And extremely hot. "Yes son. This is incest because we are related by blood. I made you son. So yes. If that means you want to stop, I understand. Maybe its too much too soon for you." I didnt really understand what dad was saying. Was he giving me an out because he wanted an out? The sensation in my cock was so strong it was incredibly distracting. "Dad no. I want that." There was a shift in the three men watching this interaction and witnessing what was the most intimate conversation I had ever had with dad. Almost like their breathing sped up slightly. "What do you want son?" My mind raced a little. My cock was throbbing in my hand and I wanted to give dad the answer he wanted to hear. I know what I would have said in any other situation on any other day. But the last three hits from the pipe changed that. "I want you dad. Incest. I know its twisted and I never thought about this before tonight but I want you dad. Do you want me dad?" I paused and took a quick glance at the other three men. "Do you want your son? Do you want to molest your son?" I noticed now looking at dad and seeing the other men in my peripheral vision in this small room that all of us were stroking our cocks. I looked up to dads face and his expression was a mix of so many others that I had seen tonight. There was that lust and something conflicted and yet also something maybe even sinister. But there was also what I realized later was deep love. I also couldnt help noticing that his cock was leaking. "Oh yes son. It is twisted". He bent down to kiss me again and I could feel his weight shift on top of me again. "That might be why I want it" he said as he pulled out of the kiss. That was for our audience. I knew that because he put his mouth to my ear and whispered everything right after very softly: "I love you so much son and I want to make love to you. I want to show you how much I love you Coop." I tightened my arms and legs around him and moaned into another kiss, our mouths opening as much as was possible. I could hear the guys saying something to each other or groaning at the sight of us. Finally dad pulled up and whispered into my ear, "You can bet your dad is about to molest you son." My eyes shot open again hearing that and I almost came. Somehow we were both getting off on how fucked up this all was. Instead of turning away from it, we were wanting it more. Dad lifted himself back up to a sitting position. "How are you feeling son? You want another hit from the pipe?" "Ok." Grant handed dad the pipe and torch again and the guys watched as dad and I both took two more hits. I didnt know what flying was before that night but I knew dad was getting me there now. I was tingling everywhere and any touch that was pleasurable before was a hundred times more so now. And it made my brain focused on seeking that pleasure as its only goal. Dad passed the pipe and torch back to Grant and said, "Now you guys just go ahead and pass this around. We shouldnt be the only ones partying." There was no argument there as they began to take hits and then pass it around. Dad turned back to me and lifted my legs placing them on his shoulders. He crouched down first and I felt his tongue at my hole again, the sensation as electric as the first time. My back arched as I moaned out "Daaaaaaad yes." The men reacted and when I turned to look at them I could see how horny they were watching us and anticipating while getting themselves high too. Dad didnt spend as much time eating my hole as he did before. He propped himself back up and held my legs up against him. "You ready son?" He didnt have to say for what. I nodded. "You guys ready? We are all about to cross a line. Are you all ok watching me take the virginity of my teenage son?" I looked at the guys and I could see how getting high was hitting them. I noticed Dominic's eyes widen when dad said I was a teenager as he was hitting the pipe. His long cock flexed up and I noticed a thread of precum beginning to go from his head down towards the floor. What turned my attention back to dad was the feeling of thick flesh at my hole. I knew he was big but I could feel how massive dads cock was and how small and tight my hole was. "Deep breaths ok?" I nodded. I wanted this but I was still nervous. I began to feel some pressure that became more insistent. I just looked in dads eyes and tried to focus on my breathing. He began pushing even harder but my hole was a fortress. Dad pulled back and then tried again. What if this couldnt happen? What if we couldnt make it work? Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Luke crouch down. It caught dads attention too and he stopped pushing again as his concentration broke. We both looked over. At first it looked like he was retying his shoes but when he stood back up he had a small bottle in his hand that had been clipped to his shoelace. He showed it to my dad and me but I had no idea what it was. Dad seemed to know though. "Aw fuck yeah nice." Luke didnt hand the bottle to dad though. He came over right to the bedside and kneeled on the floor so he was more level with me. He shook the bottle and looked up at dad. "You want me to?" Dad just nodded. Luke turned to me. "Prop yourself up a little bit." I did as he told and put myself on my elbows. "Good. Now Im going to put this up to your nose and I want you to inhale as long as I leave it there ok? Then I want you to hold your breath until I say you can let it go." I nodded. I didnt know what this was or why we were doing this now but dad had approved so I went with it. Luke put the bottle up to my nostril and held my other closed. I breathed in the fumes and took a hit that I later found out was much longer than most people would take for their first time. When he took the bottle away he lowered me back down fully and replaced the cap. "Hold it. Keep holding it." And then he came closer to whisper in my ear. "I am getting you even higher and you are going to be craving all our cocks in no time." I looked into his eyes and I saw up close how hot this man was. There was a stinging in my nose. It was an unnatural chemical kind of smell that I suddenly began to feel expand into my lungs. "Now let it go." I breathed out and the effect hit me immediately. Warmth flowed all through my body and I couldnt control my response to it as I writhed around with my hands feeling all over my chest my abs and my cock. Luke wouldnt let me stop there. He pulled me back up even though I was totally unfocused and then placed the bottle at the other nostril. I breathed in again for a big hit. This time near the end of the hit I felt dad reposition himself and the head of his cock was back at my hole. Luke pushed me back down on my back and said again, "Hold it. Don't let it go." He looked up at dad. "I have more stuff in my room that i can get for us too." Dad smiled at Luke but didnt respond. I could feel the hit working through me and I closed my eyes to try to control myself. Luke made me hold this one in longer and opened my eyes and looked to see why he was waiting so long. He finally nodded and the hit had me arching my back as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. And then suddenly without warning the head of dads cock popped inside me. The sensation took me out of my trance as my eyes went wide and I looked up. There was pain and electricity in the feeling of being penetrated for the first time. My hands instinctively pushed at dads knees which straddled my ass. But dad held and didnt move. He didnt pull out or push any further in. "I'm inside you son."

Thanks for reading and commenting! Hope you enjoy Chapter 5 Dad and I made out for what felt like a while before we took a pause long enough to catch our breath. Dad lifted his head slightly and we looked deep into each others eyes silent except for our soft panting. The look on dads face was something i hadnt really seen before. Like he was concentrating hard to memorize my face. "Are you ok dad?" I realized he had asked me if I was ok but i wasnt sure how he was feeling about what was happening. "Yeah Coop. This is so much better than what I was even hoping for when I came here tonight." "Yeah me too dad." "Good." He paused and looked hesitant about saying what he was thinking. "Youre ok that I'm...." "What? My dad?" He looked relieved that I said it instead of him. "Yeah. It's not really how these things go usually and..." This time I wasnt sure what he was getting at. "And what?" "I guess we havent been the closest since your mom and i split and these past couple weeks have been great Coop. I dont want anything to mess that up. Just as we are getting close again." What I saw earlier, the lust on his face, was replaced by what i realized was love. He meant it. He wanted us to be close as father and son and didnt want to ruin what we had been developing before we both entered this bathhouse and this room tonight. But it was this realization that made me realize something else. "Dad i dont want anything to mess that up either. and i actually dont want anyone else to be my first because i want it to be with someone i really love and trust." "Is that why you came to a bathhouse tonight? To have your first time with someone you love and trust?" We both chuckled. "I didnt know what was going to happen. im just glad you were here." "Me too Coop." "So....can we....keep doing stuff?" Like a light switch the look of lust came back and he dove back into a long passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms and legs even more tightly around him as we moaned into each others mouths. Like my dad, this was so much more than I ever thought would happen when I came here. The feeling of my dads weight on top of me holding me so tightly with his strong arms, his chest pressed against mine and his hard cock grinding against mine our precum mixing and pooling on my abs. We were only getting hotter by the second. Without warning dad pulled himself out of our kiss and the lock that our bodies had on each other. He kneeled on the bed and i noticed his cock rock hard with a string of precum lengthening its way down to the mattress. He took a breath and then got out of the bed to reach for the pipe and lighter again. "You good to do a little more Coop?" I had propped myself up on my elbows to get my breath back again. I noticed that my hard cock was glistening with our combined precum. I dont know how i hadnt blown a huge load already but whatever control my body had was working out. I wanted this to last. "Sure dad." "You still feeling those last hits or did you come down from them already?" Dad was heating the pipe for his hit. "I dont think im fully down from them but im definitely not where i was when i first did it." Dad took his hit blowing out a big cloud up towards the ceiling. Seeing that made my cock flex. "Well lets see if we can get you back there." A look of mischief was in his smirk as he handed me the pipe and heated it when i put it to my mouth. "Just keep taking in the smoke until i pull the torch away. That's it. Keep going." This was going to be a big hit I could tell. He was holding the lighter under the pipe longer than either of us had so far. But I did as he said and just kept taking in the smoke, feeling my lungs fill. "Now when I stop dont let the smoke out yet. Hold your breath until I tell you ok?" I nodded and he pulled the lighter away. I handed him the pipe and held my breath as he sucked in the remaining smoke from the pipe. Even before he told me to let it out I could feel the hit running from my lungs through my body. It was like the power was being turned on in my body and I could feel it being activated. "Ok Coop. Go ahead and let it out." I blew out the hit and that power went straight through my cock making it leak even more. Dad was taking another hit and I could see it going through him too. "You do this stuff a lot?" Dad handed me the pipe again and lit it. "Nah. Special occasions I guess. I bring it with me here because it makes everything a little more fun." There was that smirk again. There was something about it that was turning me on even more. "I'm happy to get to be the one to introduce you to it. Make things fun for the both of us." He pulled the lighter away. "Ok, hold it." I did. He nodded after some time and i let it go feeling that wave hit me again. "Nice cloud Coop. One more now ok?" I put the pipe to my mouth again and began taking in my third hit when he lit the lighter. " Lets make this a good one. Sit up straight. I want your lungs to be completely filled." Dad wasnt kidding. This was by far the longest he had me taking in the smoke from the pipe. When it felt like my lungs had filled and couldnt take anymore, I looked up at him and nodded. He took the lighter back and I held the hit in. He took the pipe and as he lit it said, "Hold it in until I finish taking my hit ok?" I nodded and watched as he took his hit. It was long and it almost felt like he was prolonging it to keep my hit in. Just as before I could feel the hit already working through me but with a little more intensity this time. And then I could feel it starting to reach lower. Dad pulled the pipe away from his mouth and I let a massive cloud out into the space. The hit went straight to the spot I was beginning to feel stir as I held the smoke in my lungs. My hole. Dad held his hit in too and put the pipe and lighter back into the bowl of condoms and lube. He turned to me and his eyes widened as he saw that I was stroking my cock which felt like it had gotten bigger and thicker and with my other hand I began to reach under my balls to touch the spot that was beginning to call for attention. I could tell dads focus wasnt on my cock anymore but on what he couldnt see from that angle: my finger reaching for my hole. It was likely an awkward sight because i was still sitting fully upright and reaching under myself clearly with no idea what i was doing. When I looked up I saw on my dads face a look that was the combination of his lust and his mischief. When I reached and touched the outside of my hole I moaned just slightly and surprised myself at how good it felt. I hadnt explored my hole before. Jerking off had always been enough. Dads eyes somehow got even bigger at the sound and sight of me. "Why dont you get up on the bed on all fours?" I froze for a moment. What was he asking? What was he thinking about doing? "It's ok. I want to get a look at that hole. I think I can help you feel really good." His voice was never so seductive as now. "I promise. If you dont like anything that we do we will stop. You just say the word. Ok, Coop?" He was right. If I was going to do anything it would be safest with him. I nodded and got up to my knees on the bed. I heard dad fumbling against the door as I positioned myself with my head by the pillows. "Lets do the other way. Turn around and face the foot of the bed." I turned my body and saw that dad had opened the door fully. "Where you going?" I sat back down on my knees. "Nowhere. I just needed some air. Its getting a little stuffy in here dont you think?" I guess it did. I went with it and he moved toward the bed behind me. As I got back up on all fours I noticed that I could see out and anyone passing by could look in and see my face. Did dad want people to see us? I felt dads hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. I looked over my shoulder and he looked from my hole to my eyes. He smiled and then moved to pull me up to him so my back was against his chest. I could feel his hard wet cock rubbing against my back and ass crack. He wrapped his arms around my chest and put his mouth to my ear. "You feel so good Coop" he whispered. "I have to taste your hole son. I need to taste my sons hole." Fuck I thought as I moaned at his words. This was twisted the way he was referring to me as his son. He never called me son. He really only ever called me Coop, not even Cooper, so calling me that now must be turning him on, I thought. That made my cock flex. I guess I liked it too. He slowly brought me back down to the all fours position never allowing his chest to lose contact with my back. Then he lifted himself off me and I felt his hands spreading my cheeks apart again. I heard him say under his breath, "Smooth hole." And then I could feel the bed shift as he moved. Before I could turn to see what he was doing, I felt the tip of his tongue tap and then lick the very center of my tight hole. "Oh fuck dad!" There was nothing I had ever felt that I could compare this to. Dads tongue slowly explored the outside of my hole with just the tip of his tongue and every so often brushed over my hole with it. That tingling I was feeling when I took my last hit was multiplied by a hundred whenever dads tongue made contact with skin. A thousand when it slipped across my hole. My moans were uncontrollable. "You like the feeling of your dad eating out your hole?" I looked back over my shoulder and saw dad bent down looking up at me from my ass. "Yeah dad. That's amazing." "I was hoping you would like it." He gave my hole another lick and I moaned again. He smiled. "Can I keep going?" "Oh please dad yes. Keep going!" In response I felt dads tongue touch my hole again but my soft moan turned much louder when I felt it for the first time push into me. "Ooooooohhhhh fuck dad! That feels....oh.....fuck....yeah" I could feel dads tongue press into my hole. If just touching the outside made me tingle, this was making me writhe around from the pleasure. Dad had to hold my hips and still at times he had trouble controlling my movement as he ate my hole out for what must have been at least 10 minutes. He was helping me discover what true pleasure was and it was too much to contain. "Oh dad yes that feels good." "Fuck yeah I love role play." I looked up and saw that two guys were standing in the doorway. The moment dad started eating my ass, I had forgotten the door was even open. I was freaked out at first seeing these two guys watching us, but they were obviously enjoying it as both their towels were very obviously tenting. I recognized one of the men as the one I made eye contact with in one of the halls when dad and I came back to the room. He somehow looked even hotter than I remembered. He said to the other guy, "Yeah love a good dad son scene." Thats when dad lifted his face out of my ass. "You hear that son? Sounds like they like what they see. You guys enjoying the show?" I didnt look back at dad only up at the door to see their reaction. I noticed that both looked at dad for the first time getting a clear view of his face and then looked quickly at me. I knew what they were thinking as the recognition hit them almost simultaneously. The guy I recognized reached for his cock. "Oh shit. Fuck, you guys. Fuck the role play when you have the real thing!" He pulled his towel off and began stroking his hard cock. His friend continued as dad when back to eating my hole.

Thanks for all the comments! You guys are always so encouraging. Hope you enjoy this next chapter! Chapter 4 "Dad!" In my shock I was still able to keep my scream at a whisper. I knew that screaming that out at a place like this could cause trouble. Dad had shifted off the bed and knelt on the floor between my legs. As I looked from his face to my cock with my dads hand wrapped around it beginning to slowly stroke it up and down, I saw in his eyes a change. It was still my dad but there was almost something more in the way he was looking at me. It was different from every other look he had ever given me. "Does this feel ok Coop?" He was looking right back at me into my eyes as I nodded and barely breathed out, "Yeah, dad." It occurred to me that it must be what we were smoking that had made him this bold. I had never in my life thought of my dad in a sexual way. I knew he was a good looking guy but its not that I was repulsed by him or anything. The thought just never crossed my mind. And now he was holding my cock with a tight grip stroking me up and down and I wasnt stopping him. I was the only person who had ever touched my cock until now. My dad. Jerking me off. And I didnt want it to stop. And thats when I realized what that look in his face was: lust. He was looking at his son with a look of lust that no one had given me before. My dad. "I just had to go for it Coop. You have a great cock and getting high always gets me past my inhibitions." Thats what it was. I was high and any other time I would be freaked out if my dad was stroking me. I was still freaked out now but it was a freaked out that somehow made me hornier. Dad rubbed his thumb over the head of my cock getting it all wet with my precum. I couldnt control the moan that came out of my mouth as my head fell back again. "Nice. Leaking already there Coop. Glad it's feeling good. Its hot knowing Im making you feel good like this." I didnt know what to say. Whatever I was hoping for this night did not include any of this. How could it? This was so much better than where my imagination could go. My thoughts went to whether there would be more. "Dad? Can I have a little more of that stuff maybe?" I felt my boldness coming on reminding me why I had come to this place. Maybe more hits would mean I would go through with it. Dads face lit up at that question but it wasnt just happiness that was in his face. There was something almost sinister in his look. Like something twisted had come to mind. He turned and grabbed the pipe and lighter in the same hand, never letting go of my cock as he handed it to me. "Go ahead Coop. Lemme see you take a couple hits." I lit the pipe and tried again to take as big a hit as i could. "Dont forget to hold it. Thats right. Nice." I had asked to do more because i loved the feeling that it was giving me but what was also making this so much better was that i was getting high for an audience. for my dad. He watched every step so intently all the while stroking my hard leaking cock while i tried to impress him with a perfect and massive hit. I wasnt so high that i couldnt tell how filthy this scene was but i was high enough that the filthier it got the hotter it seemed. As I blew out my second hit i felt it run through my body and straight up my cock. it throbbed in dads hand and even more precum started flowing out of the head. There was no stifling the moan that escaped me. My body felt so sensitive to touch and the fact that it was the firm grip of my dads hand that was getting me this horny was driving me beyond any limit i thought i had. i matched dads look of lust with mine and without saying a word i could see the recognition on his face. I handed him the pipe and lighter. He let go of my cock as he took them and then took a hit of his own. I wasnt prepared for how hot it was to watch my dad getting high like this. As he inhaled the smoke he looked at me taking over for him by stroking my cock. I could see the way the hit moved through him seeing his eyes widen and that look of lust get even stronger. He took another hit and then put the pipe and torch back into the little bowl of condoms and lube. "Feeling good Coop?" "Yeah dad. Yeah." I was stroking and more aware now that I was not just doing it for my pleasure. I was almost putting on a show for dad. He watched for a minute before standing up again now between my open legs and stroking his bigger cock for me. "Pretty hot dad." "Isnt it?" We were both beginning to sweat a little. I could feel my body heating up and I saw a sheen of sweat beginning to form on dads hot body. It felt so intense in the room just me and dad naked high and stroking our cocks for each other. "You ok? Dont want anything to happen that youre not ok with Coop. Its not how your first time should go." "Thanks dad." His love for me as his son and the lust we both were feeling right then made me feel safe with him but also somehow even hornier for more to happen. I sat up and without thinking licked the head of dads cock tasting his precum. The first taste of another mans cock and precum. My dad. "Oh fuck Coop." He let go of his cock and I took that as my chance to taste him again. I licked the tip and then opened my mouth to take in the mushroom head. I looked up at him and met his eyes staring down at me. The look on his face was a mix of shock and desire. "Fuck that feels good." That encouragement was enough for me to take more of him into my mouth as i reached out and grabbed his hips. He put his hands on my shoulders. "Aw yes. Suck my cock son. Suck your dads cock." Fuck this was twisted and on any other day I would have been repulsed by what I was doing and how dad was responding. But today it was only making things hotter. I started to use my tongue to massage the underside of his cock as I took more and more of it in. It was bigger than I thought. Thick and stretching my mouth. Dads hands moved up to brush his fingers through my hair. I looked back up to him and he was still staring down at me. "Feels so good Coop. I can feel my cock leaking precum into your mouth. You are so good at that. You like the taste of that precum? You like tasting your dads precum?" I moaned onto his cock and started bobbing faster up and down his cock. "Fuck!" Dad really screamed it out this time which surprised both of us. Dad pulled himself back and his cock slipped out of my mouth. There was a moments hesitation in his face and I could tell that he was debating with himself whether to continue or stop us here and now. I leaned back down onto the bed and stroked my still hard cock. I wanted to let him make the decision about doing more but the hits made me too horny not to stroke my cock while he deliberated. Dad watched and I thought he would start stroking himself again too. But without saying a word he moved closer to the bed and then leaned down above me grabbed me at both sides of my torso and shifted my entire body lengthwise on the bed so that I no longer had my feet on the floor. He made sure that my head was on the pillow like he was tucking me in for the night. But once he got me into position he climbed onto the bed himself and placed his body on top of mine. Our cocks touched as he pressed himself against me our chests pressed together his weight on top of me. And then that feeling for the first time of someone coming in for a kiss. When our lips met we both moaned. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and as if it was instinct i wrapped my arms and legs around my dad as we passionately made out for the first time.

Chapter 2 There was a silence for a moment that was probably a lot shorter than it felt. The large guy in the office was the one to break it. "This virgin is your son?" Could everyone tell I was a virgin? He looked back and forth from me to dad and I could see the realization in his face. When we were together it was hard not to see the resemblance. In just the couple weeks of the summer that had passed, strangers at the grocery store or in the elevator in his building would casually refer to dad as my dad, just assuming without asking. One woman said that dad looked like he had traveled from the future so he could spend time with his younger self. So for the office guy, things clicked pretty quickly and he turned to dad and said, "This is pretty twisted. Can I watch?" He broke out in laughter. I looked over at dad and he looked like he was frozen in shock not knowing how to respond to any of this. "Give me a break Freddy," Dad finally said. They knew each other by name? "Do you mind if I talk to my son for a minute? Can I bring him inside to my room?" Freddy shook his head. "You trying to get him in for free too? Gotta pay up." "I'm in just my towel Freddy. You know I'm good for it. Let me just talk to him." He looked back at me and motioned me over. I had no idea what to say. Things had taken such a crazy turn. I had thought through some scenarios as extreme as guys trying to kill me. Seeing my dad at a bath house where I was hoping to hook up for the first time was nowhere near being a possibility. That's when it hit me and I just blurted it out loud as it came to me. "Youre bi dad?" Before dad could respond, Freddy cut in. "Oh shit. Yeah go ahead. You two have a lot to talk about. Go through the door kid." There was a little humanity in his voice. "Like you tried to before you little shit." And then he had to make that last remark. He said it in a sneer but I followed his direction and this time walked through the door. It was much darker on this side of the door and even though I expected it, it still felt like a surprise. I held onto the door as I let my eyes adjust a little bit but then I heard dad again. "Coop. Come on. It's ok." I turned and saw dad bare chested and in a towel. I knew he was in shape. We both ran and we had a couple times in the past done 5-7 mile runs together to catch up. It killed the awkwardness of sitting one on one in a restaurant or something and trying to come up with things to say. But we weren't going on a run now and we werent even going to a restaurant. We were going to a room he rented in a bath house. I followed dad down the hall but in every way I had no idea where I was. We turned into a hallway and the first room we passed had a TV playing porn against one of the walls. There was no door and two guys were sitting across each other watching the porn and stroking. I only peeked my head in and then kept walking to keep up with dad. The next thing I noticed was a door that led to a sauna or steam room, I wasnt sure. We didnt stop so I didnt get a look at the sign. Dad turned a corner and this hall had a series of doors that I figured must have been the rooms. Some doors looked open but most doors were closed. This was the first sign of other people being around besides the TV room. I thought there would be more guys out in the hallways but there werent yet. When we passed the first open door, I looked in. The light was off in the room but from the hall light I could see someone laying in the bed stroking looking out I guess waiting for someone to come in or watch. As we approached the next open door, we could hear the sounds of sex. As we passed by, I saw two guys in the bed fucking doggie style. They were both facing the door and I made eye contact with the top. From what I could tell from the glimpse of him that I got, he was probably in his 30s and had a muscular torso with a sleeve tattoo. I almost wanted to stay and watch but I couldn't shake that I was here now with my dad. Awkward wasnt the word anymore. It was more than that and it was stopping me from exploring this place the way that I had thought I might be able to if I were alone. Dad just kept walking so I followed. He turned another corner down another hall of rooms. I started to feel like I was totally lost like if he left me there I wouldnt know how to get out. Finally, he stopped and went into his shoe to grab a key. When he got it, he stood back up and unlocked a room door. "This is my room." He opened the door and stepped inside. I followed him to the door but once he turned the light on, I saw how small it was. It fit a twin bed and a small table with a lamp on it. He sat down on the bed and noticed that I was still standing outside the door. "Come in. I think we should talk." I walked in and shut the door. Dad was seated on the bed. I just stood against the door not sure where to move. I became very aware of two things: how small the room was and how naked dad was. The towel around his waist was your typical gym towel which is to say that when he sat down his entire right thigh was exposed and more of him was at risk of becoming uncovered. "I guess there are things we have to talk about Coop. Do you wanna sit down?" I hesitated. "Do you mind if I just stand for now?" I was processing my feelings of embarrassment not just for me but for dad. "So is this your Thursday night poker game?" "Yeah about that Coop. I didnt want to get you mixed up in anything. Inviting guys over and all. I wasnt trying to keep anything from you. Really." "Its ok dad. You dont have to explain. Im just shocked I guess and to find out this way is just--" "Yeah" dad chuckled. "Does mom know?" "What? That I'm bi? Yeah. She knew from the start. She didnt think it was her place to tell you. She said when I was ready I could tell you. I guess I'm ready now." He chuckled again and thats when I realized it was his response to his nervousness. He didnt actually think anything was funny. "Does mom know that you're bi?" "Dad...I'm gay. I went out with those girls because I felt like I had to. Mom doesnt know yet. Just trying to find the right time." There was silence now. It was hard to know where to go from this point. "How did you find this place?" "Google." Dad laughed. "So you were looking for...what in particular?" I could feel my body getting clammy having to explain this to my dad. He could tell. "It's ok Coop. You found me here so there's no reason to be embarrassed." So I explained it to him. I was standing in a rented bath house room with my half naked dad telling him about high school and freshmen year in college and finally wanting...needing to be with a guy. Dad just listened quietly nodding. "I get all of that Coop. I'm sorry we havent spent a lot of time together the past few years so that we could know each other better and you would feel safe sharing those things with me." "Thanks dad." "For tonight, let me give you a couple of options so that we feel ok with how this turns out. If you are too weirded out by seeing your dad here, you can walk out now no questions asked. If you want to stay but you still feel weird about me being here, I can leave and I promise I wont be upset by that. Or we can both stay and just try not to get in each others way. Up to you kiddo." Dad laid the choices out really matter of fact but I felt for one of the first times that he was really caring for me in that moment. Looking out for me. And I wanted to give him a hug which I would have done if he was wearing more. "Actually dad. Since you seem to know this place and the people who work here, would you be ok with staying and showing me around and stuff?" I couldnt bring myself to look dad in the face. I was too afraid of the rejection. I had never come close to being this vulnerable with him before and just wasnt sure how he would take it. "I'd love that Coop." I looked up and the look in his eyes and face almost made me cry. "One thing you should know before I take you around though. You gotta put this on." He held up my towel. "You cant go around fully clothed. Youre gonna need to get naked and put this around you like me and then we can go." We looked at each other for a long beat. Dad and I had never seen each other naked before. This was the most I had seen of him and now I had to go fully naked in this small room. There was no escape now. I had to just suck it up. "Uh...ok" I pulled off my t-shirt and then my shorts and realized that dad did not look away. He was watching me get naked. This wasnt for him but for some reason, when only my boxer briefs were left, I made eye contact with him again and did not turn away as I pulled my last stitch of clothing off. I could feel my cock stir and for the first time since I got to the bath house I became aware of how horny I was. Seemingly at the same time we both sensed what was happening and I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. "You ready Coop? You ok?" I nodded and didnt say anything and I think he could sense my nervousness. "Its ok. You dont have to stop anywhere or do anything. we can just take a circle around the place and come back to this room ok? No pressure. You gonna be ok? Im not gonna let anything happen to you...unless you see something you like." He smiled. I nodded again and as he stood up to move to the door, he pulled me into a hug. Our bare chests pressed against each other and as our towels met I could tell that dad was getting hard. Feeling that was getting me harder and I pulled out of the hug and turned to the door. I needed to walk this off.

guys, I fucking miss craigslist m4m. I know it has been gone a long time now, apparently killed by sesta-fosta (though they were pretty quick on letting the hammer fall... I have always wondered what is the real story). m4m was so great for me because it was pursued by a wide range of people unlike the apps that all have their little "niche". you didn't need to install anything or even make an account to answer postings, you could just visit the page whenever you felt like it. I think a lot of people would check it once in a while giving it a way huger reach. craigslist was famous of course. there is no hookup app that soooo many people know about. and you have to install apps, which sucks. with m4m there was no tracking, no ads, no premium features for sale. I loved making postings because I could say what I wanted NOW or THIS WEEK instead of making a profile that is more general. Or if you were looking for something very specific that requires a very special person to fulfill (like sometimes I am) you can put up a posting with a lot of keywords and people who search for those things will email you over the next month or 2 til it expired. But you don't need to be constantly running some app on your phone for that. And if you want you can put up more than 1 at the same time. And of course you can also put up a general posting for yourself of what you are generally looking for, people will also message you for a while afterwards depending how you construct it. They were so free form; you could put a lot of pictures or none; a lot of words or none. Apps are mostly encouraging lots of pictures, not much words. and maybe fill their fields like "height" "race" etc. Email responses tended to be more focused and as a person who doesn't like chat pals, the tedious small talk back and forth is avoided. People do not expect to be responded to right away when they send you a message. Unless you are trying to arrange something for today. basically every time I made a posting, if I made the time to monitor the email, I would find what I was looking for. Most times I got way more great responses than I even had time to chase up. Even if it was fairly specific I got at least some. and I met cool, diverse people there. Cool diverse people with beautiful hard cocks. Best kind. Postings. To me way better than chat. Sometimes I look in the old magazines and papers, read the classifieds and think, who might I respond to.... Anybody else? What do you guys think of cl m4m? Better off gone? Replaced by something better? Or like me does a stark white background with times new roman text make you a bit hot?

Most cumdumps don’t need a cock and balls at all. ln fact a lot of them could benefit from having them removed, as could their daddies, masters, owners, and whoever uses them. Plus it’s a good way to ensure they don’t forget what they are. However, most bottoms should keep them just for the men who use them. A lot of men love to see a cumdumps limp cock flopping around while they use its hole or love to see how hard a faggot gets when men skull fuck it. Or sometimes we wanna make a bottom put on a show by jerking off for whoever or fuck another cumdump for our amusement, or make it jerk off in public, whatever. Sometimes the men using a faggot like them to have a big one for putting on a show but sometimes they prefer a faggot with a tiny, useless cock that says they never had a choice to be a bottom. I like to own big dicke bottoms and forbid them from topping unless I tell them to. But l also like getting bottoms to have them completely removed. The ultimate submission.

Great start

Yes, because I don't believe in double standards and have always strongly wished that the boys I want to fuck had vaginas. I am indifferent as to whether they would have penises also.

Peach? Yes, peach! Next time, I’ll paint the walls peach!

Mine was a few nights ago, a pervy mate set it up. I was in work, got a text message from him saying he was chatting with a horny older guy on Growlr. Cut to that evening, I arrived home from work and there is a stranger sat in his car parked on my driveway. I parked up on the street, got out and when I walked towards my house and looked into the car he has his cock out and winds his window down. He says he recognises me from the pics my friend sent him and that he had come for the blowjob my friend had promised him. I quickly looked around to make sure none of the neighbouring houses could see us. I got out my iPhone and saw my friend had sent me a message saying ‘enjoy’. I invited him into my house, got on my knees and worked his cock and balls as he sat on my stairs with his pants around his ankles. He was mid 60s, beard, belly and exact the kind of daddy I go for and made a mental note to both chastise and thank my friend for setting this unexpected meet. As I licked his balls my nose could smell his man musk from his arse cheeks. He took out his phone, made me look up mid blowjob and took a photo of his 6” in my mouth. A few minutes later my phone pings and the Home Screen pops up with a message from my friend with the word ‘slag’ on it. I look up at the guy and he’s grinning so I’m guessing him sending my friend the photo was planned. As I go back to licking his balls I try and stretch my tongue to the very hairy crack of his ass. He adjusts his weight and this cheeks loosen slightly so I can get further in there. After a few minutes of lapping my tongue like a thirsty dog at a water bowl, he starts moaning and grabbing the back of my head tighter. He is enjoying this and starts to kick his trousers off from around his ankles. This gives me full access now to his hole and I work my way into him. He wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump. As he’s getting close I move off his hole and take his cock head in my mouth. I lick his piss slit and I’m rewarded by a mouth of hot, thick cum. His breathing starts to subside and I reach for my flies as I want to cum. He tells me to stop that, makes to stand up, I suck the last drips from his cock and he retrieves his discarded trousers. Within a minute he has gone and I hear his car start up and drive up. I go into my kitchen, pour a large glass of red wine and enjoy the mixed taste of cum and red wine as I reach for my phone to message my friend.

As a highly trained professional musician, this speaks perfect sense to me. Bravo!

Spend more time in them

Well, I may have had the best meal I ever had but that doesn't mean I stop eating. Seriously, if you think you already had the best sex you could ever have then everything after that will be a disappointment. I've had my share of bad sex. But other times it's good. Sometimes really good. And you never know, the next time you have sex may equal what you thought was the best you ever had. Best not to compare and just enjoy it.

when my uncle found out I was whoring myself out online (including to a couple of his buddies) it turned out to be the best thing for a natural born cumdumpster. he trained me to be a true pussyboy and showed me how to get as many loads as I want.

ASSMUNCH ******************** “Fuck, my ass hurts.” Sleeper groaned. “Shut up you big baby.” I snorted. “You forget, I know what kind of pain that is. It’s the kind that reminds you over and over how hard you shot your load while your shitter got destroyed. Every spike of pain damn near makes your dick hard all over again. And you feel proud you took it all the way.” I helped him climb off the crates and handed him his flimsy bikini briefs. “If you don’t feel tougher because you took that beating, you aren’t thinking of it right.” Zeus and I, not having undressed, just flipped up the waistbands of our respective bottoms, my shorts and his sweatpants neither of which left our thighs. Sleeper paused. “Yeah, it does kind of feel like that. I never thought getting fucked would make me feel like more of a man. That’s fucked up though.” “It’s just sex.” I shrugged. “Some things make it better. Freeing your mind is the only way to really get the most out of it.” Sleeper crossed his arms. “Still not sure about the kissing. No offense, Zeus.” He offered. “It’s just too…. “ “Personal?” I suggested when he paused. Sleeper gestured apologetically. “Yeah. Like I’m supposed to get all soft and mushy with a dude. But that’s not how I feel.” I reached out to squeeze my best friend’s shoulder. “Fair enough. But Zeus was driving that bus, the kissing was for him, not you. You did something that let him enjoy it more so it’s not necessarily a bad thing.” Zeus chimed in with a determined, unapologetic blunt observation. “I wanted to kiss you.” Which, Zeus being a God, put an end to that and I knew if we ever did this again Sleeper was just going to deal with Zeus’s tongue down his throat. Zeus’s overwhelming presence made denial a non-option, like trying to refuse a second beer, or hitting on a hot chick when her boyfriend’s back was turned. “Let’s go crash. I’m worn out.” I changed the subject. We didn’t need to prolong this clandestine meeting. Tomorrow we had studying to do, laundry, barracks maintenance and housekeeping because we’d probably be getting an inspection at some point. That was another fact of life we had to deal with here. Being quartered as a unit meant keeping our shared space up to Army standards and regulations. Other posts didn’t have to put up with that beyond Basic, the detailed micro inspection of a D.I. Yeah, it was expected that the common areas of dorm style quarters were clean and orderly, and room inspection happened IF you gave your superiors a reason, but it was nowhere near the insane expectations for a barracks. I opened the door a crack to make sure the coast was clear. No one was in the hallway. I darted out, closing the door behind me. Just as I got to the corner, Puta walked out from the door down the other direction that led to the toilets and showers. Fuck! Anyone else I could distract back to the bunk bay, and I hoped Zeus and Sleeper were smart enough to space out our leaving the storage room. But Puta was a stubborn ass who ferreted out manipulation like a cadaver dog sniffing out a dead body. I made sure to barely acknowledge him, putting the thought in my head that I was just finishing up the party cleanup, and kept walking around the corner. Believe the story in your head and your body wouldn’t give away nervousness or deception. “Ay, Puta, why you no done yet?” Puta said from behind me. I gave him a half-lidded gaze, signaling I didn’t want to deal with his crap. “I AM done yet, Puta.” I walked a little faster, hoping it would lead him away from any position he might see Zeus or Sleeper exiting the storage room. “Getting all that shit put back to hide our stash takes as long as it takes.” As we entered the bay where we all slept, I realized the flaw in my story. Only four racks were empty. And I know Puta saw that too. Sleeper’s, mine, and Zeus’s racks were the only ones not slept in, appearing untouched and perfectly regulation. “Yes, Puta. Doin’ dat takes a while. Hmmmm?” The Puerto Rican sounded like he was making a threat. Oh, I didn’t like that. That was not gonna happen. “You got a problem, Puta? Something on your mind?” I looked directly in his eyes, challenging him to meet me on my level. Physically, Puta and I were sized equally, his bravery was all mental and if I had to I would put him in his place and remind him why I was Squad Leader. He didn’t scare me. That’s the bonus of having closed off every emotional feeling you possessed - I just didn’t give a fuck. If Puta wanted to dial things up, I could crank up my dial until he realized he wasn’t going to win. The dead, unflinching look in my eyes seemed to shake him. He looked away. It was critical that he didn’t say out loud what he might have been thinking, because there was no path back from that. “I don’t got no problem, Assmunch.” “Maybe I heard wrong. Sorry for jumping, brother.” Always give them a face-saving out, a way to keep their pride. His use of my nickname rather than calling me Puta was his apology. Ah, the dance we had to do to maintain the fiction, let a man remain unimmasculated, and keep anything REAL from getting within arm’s length. He fired his passive volley, I put it back in his face, he realized he’d put himself in a no-win situation, apologized, and I forgave him all without saying any of that explicitly. But I was still irritated that he wouldn’t have dared pull that shit with Zeus or Sleeper. My intuition flared up and told me that there was a sliver of a possibility I had read it wrong, but it wasn’t enough to bring me to the point of saying anything. I did make sure my gaze never left him, watching him walk to his messy bunk and climbing under the blankets, the entire time I was reading his body language for clues to what might have given him the ballsy courage to challenge me. He appeared suitably cowed, so I turned to head to my rack when Zeus entered the bay. Keeping my voice low, but still enough for Puta to hear if he was listening which I knew he was, I said “Why are you still awake, Zeus? I thought you’d be asleep by now.” God, I hoped the giant could read between the lines. Zeus’s eyes darted to Puta’s bunk behind me, and I relaxed. He had to have heard us talking. “I had something to do, Assmunch.” Perfect. Almost dismissive without even a hint of any other emotion. Zeus wouldn’t lie, which was what I was afraid of the most - that nerve-wracking habit of blunt inappropriateness. But I should have known in such a public space with all the brothers present Zeus would revert to that calm, unruffled dangerous tight-lipped personal shield he wore like an unassailable fortification. I really needed to learn how to do that… it would have stopped Puta before he even got out of the gate with whatever he was thinking. “Well let’s get some sleep.” I said, going to my rack. It took me less than a minute to fall into an exhausted sleep. ***************** The next couple weeks passed with me trying to keep my composure after the run-in with Puta. I had to warn Sleeper and Zeus to lay low. It wasn’t so much Sleeper I was worried about in that regard, but Zeus because puppy dog Zeus had no restraint. Thankfully they both got the message. Every once in a while I’d see Puta staring at me or watching Zeus and Sleeper as if trying to puzzle out whether what he suspected really happened, and between who. Puta wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out three of his squad disappeared at the same time for no good reason. I think he was confused about how it could involve either of those two because neither was a guy you’d believe could do anything with another guy. We got lucky I suppose, for a number of obvious reasons. One, that it was Zeus, Sleeper and me who were under his scrutiny -the three brothers you didn’t want to mess with. Two, that with three of us it made it difficult to know which two were fucking around and if he guessed wrong it wasn’t going to go well for him to expose the wrong guys. I could read that much in his stares, him trying to do the math and fit the puzzle pieces together of who might do what with who. Three, that none of us acted any different than we always did. Zeus stayed quiet, kept to himself. Sleeper remained the confident arrogant prick who flaunted himself. And me spreading my attention around to everyone who needed help with our current training section, catching screw ups before they caught Sarge’s attention, keeping the Squad and the Bravos on task and focused which meant I didn’t need to spend more than brief moments with Sleeper or Zeus who both had an exceptional handle on their training. And four, the most important one of all - he had no proof. He hadn’t seen or heard shit, not even us leaving the storage room together. That didn’t mean it wasn’t weighing on me. We only had a few weeks to go, and then we’d be broken up and shipped off to our new permanent station, folded in to our new battalions where we’d become true soldiers. Of course I blamed myself a little for being so careless. I made the decision right then that there wouldn’t be any more meet ups. But when it all came crashing down, Puta wasn’t the problem.

My Dad broke me in. Was underage. went on till he passed on.

I was 14 when my friend's dad first took my oral virgimity (shooting his load deep in my mouth) and a few weeks later he took my anal virginity. He took it slowly and eased his cock into me. I'll never forget lying on my belly, him on top of me with his cock buried balls-deep in my hole. I fukkin loved it.

Probably not the most humiliating on here but this was a couple years back, I was hooking up with this guy and he suggested I come to his on Saturday and he would show me how much of a slut I am. So I was keen and went to his, he stripped me tied me up on a bench gagging me before he invited some guys in, all much older than him, they pissed on me calling my a fag slut. They set up a tripod up with a camera, aimed at me as the first guy spat on my hole and a hood put over my head. They started pushing toys into my hole calling me a total slut letting them live stream me, they took turns fucking me, twisting my nips, spanking my ass. All on camera. they told me after that a good hundred watched me being used like a dirty slut, I had cum running down my leg and I wasn’t allowed to clean up just put my clothes on and walk home the cum sticking my clothes to me. I was so humiliated when I got home and my bro spotted my sweatpants and the stains, “another busy night little bro” I must have gone red faced so bad.

For a moment my vision went completely white as my body rapidly expanded to accommodate Erik’s fat cock inside. Then slowly it returned and the invasion started to feel good. I relaxed and my hole opened up for him, and the rest of his cock sunk steadily inside me. “Oh fuck,” he said, “this boys pussy just swallowed my cock in problem.” “Your cock feels so good Sir,” I groaned as he started to slowly fuck me. I felt my hole being pulled back with him as he slid out of me, and then my guts being slammed back in place as he penetrated me again. I locked eyes with Mike who smiled and bet forward as he rode Jacks cock. He grabbed his cell phone off the coffee table and started to film me. “Look in the camera and tell Jack and Erik what you want,” he said, a wide wicked grin on his face. I looked right at the lens on the back of his phone and said “I want them to breed me. I want them to make me a cumdump like you. I want to belong to Erik.” The words tumbled out of me as Erik picked up his pace. I knew they were the truth though. Seeing how happy Mike was caged and sliding up and down with ease on Jack’s fat cock I knew I wanted to feel like that too. I started to push my ass back on Erik’s cock, trying to pull him in deeper. He growled and grabbed the back of my hair pulling me off the couch. He dug is cock in deep and ground his hips against my ass. His balls were resting against mine as he pushed past my second hole. I gasped and then let out a guttural moan as my body gave way and let him deep inside. He started to slowly fuck deep in my guts pushing past my second hole over and over again till it was open and accommodating as ass. I felt wet and loose already and he hadn’t even cum in me. I was sweating and panting. It was perfect. Mike was still filming me, and eventually dismounted Jack’s dick and walked around the couch to film Erik’s assault on my hole. Jack moved over to the couch and slid his cum slicked cock past my lips. I was trapped now, sandwiched between these two beefy men as they used my holes and my best friend filmed the whole thing. Erik’s fucking was so rough now he was forcing Jacks cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. I felt myself gasping for air and had to remember to breathe through my nose as the two kept me pinned. “Oh fuck slut, I’m about to fill your hole.” Jack pulled his dick out of my mouth and brought the camera over to my face. “Did you here what he said boy?” “Yes!” “Tell him what you want then.” “Please breed me! I want your load so bad Erik. Fuck me! Cum inside me!” “I’m going to flood your pussy boy. Fucking take my load!” He grabbed my hips, forced me forward so hard I fell over the front of the couch, and was stuck there impaled on his cock as he unloaded his balls deep inside of me. I felt warmth flood through my body as his load was shot into my guts. I relaxed for a minute, and felt a glazed look slide over my face. I hadn’t even touched my cock but I felt totally satisfied, that is until Erik slid his cock from me with a wet plop and I was left empty. “Fuck, you did good boy,” Erik said smacking my ass. “Thank you, Sir,” I panted. Jack stepped forward and lifted my face to him, his cock hanging right in front of my mouth. “Not bad boy, now Mike is going to take you upstairs and get you settled for round two.” Mike helped me up on shaky legs and led me to the stairs. Stepping onto the upstairs landing he grabbed me and kissed me. His caged dick pressed against my crotch and I felt envious of the containment. We parted and he whispered, “I’m so happy for you,” in my ear. “Thank you,” was all I could say in return. In the bedroom Mike opened a drawer and said, “Give me your wrists.” He snapped a cuff with a link dangling to each of my wrists then had me sit on the bed and did the same to my ankles. He got me up on the bed with a pillow under my chest and connected the links on my wrist and ankles, he then added a bar between my ankles keeping me bent forward and my legs splayed. I was completely exposed and helpless. “God you look so sexy,” Mike said as he ran his hands over my body, “your cummy hole looks so inviting I almost wish I wasn’t locked so I could breed you myself.” “Your cock would feel so good inside me right now.” “I know, but Jack’s will feel better.” “Damn right it will boys,” Jack’s voice boomed from behind me as he came in the room. Erik was suddenly in front of me. He kissed me lightly and ran his hands up my body to my ass. He whispered in my ear, “You’re doing amazing, I don’t think we need to wait till morning to decided, you want to be my boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir.” “And I want you as my boy, so that’s settled. After we untie you your cock is going in the cage, and you’re going home with me. Is that what you want?” “Yes Sir!” “Good, now relax, Jack’s going to fill you up.” He grabbed my cheeks and spread them, and as he did he shifted so his dick was now right in front of my mouth. I reached forward as best I could and got the tip in my mouth. Erik got the hint and pressed forward. I swallowed his cock, tasting his load and my hole on the shaft. I felt Jack get on the bed behind me, and then his cock against my hole. I moaned around Erik’s cock as Jack slid into my cummy hole. From this position there was nothing I could do but take the pounding and say thank you. Jack’s dick felt a little fatter than Erik’s and I felt my hole being stretched as he slide deeper and deeper. My second ring was stretched wide around the head of his cock. I was grunting around Erik’s cock as I tried to suck him. Mike was filming again, I could see him out of the corner of my eye. Jack was smacking my ass as he pounded me, I knew my cheeks must be bright red by now. I felt like a whore, and I loved it. If this is what it meant to be Erik’s boy then I never wanted to be anything else. “You’re doing so good boy,” Erik said, “I’m so proud of you. You look so sexy with that fat raw cock pounding your hole.” “Oh fuck Erik I’m going to breed your boy,” Jack said. “Fill him up and then we can really wreck his hole.” “Fuck, oh fuck. Take my load pig!” Jack slammed deep inside me, and again I felt the warmth washing through my body. I relaxed against the restraints and allowed myself to be filled. I moaned, and smiled. Erik pulled his dick out of my mouth and kissed me. “You did so good boy, I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you, Sir,” I panted.

Part 43 - Working on Vacation Joe got up early Christmas eve and showered. He showered, cleaned out, got all of his stuff ready and got an uber to get to the clients place. The guy had contacted him soon after he put up his travel escort ad. The client had been pretty specific when they talked about the things he was into. Joe was to be a cumdump bottom for the guy and his buddy. The guy told him he was poz and only barebacked and Joe assured him that wouldn’t be an issue. Joe looked forward to this gig since he hadn’t been bottoming as much as he wanted to and the loads he had taken on the trip already just made him want more. Joe looked around as the car came to a stop in front of a nicely kept suburban house. He knocked at the door and a burly man opened the door with only a towel around his waist. His large chest was covered with a thick salt and pepper pelt of hair over several tattoos and both nipples were pierced with thick barbells. His head was shaved bald and he had a bushy salt and pepper beard that hung down several inches. Joe thought that next to the definition of “daddy bear” in the gay dictionary was a picture of his client. “You Dave?” the guy asked as he looked Joe over from head to foot and Joe nodded. “Right on time, I like that in a boy. I’m Tim” the client muttered as he walked through the house towards the master bedroom. Joe followed and when he got into the room he looked around. There were several eyelets screwed into the ceiling and a sling was hanging in the corner next to the sliding door that led to the patio. On the bed laid another bear, similar to the client but with short cropped hair on his head and an even bushier beard and fur covering every inch of his torso and onto his back. The guy was slowly stroking a thick pierced cock with a large 00ga PA. “This is my buddy Ed. We like to tag boys together and rarely fuck a guy twice, even if they’re good. We just like spreading our seed to as many as we can. Unfortunately it doesn’t have the same kick it once did and we’re undetectable now” Tim said as he took his towel off and tossed it by the door. Joe set his bag down and started to take his clothes off feeling overdressed. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with us being poz and wanting to fuck raw, so I assume you are either poz or chasing” Tim said as he watched Joe pull his shirt off and drop his baggy shorts to the floor. “I think we have our answer” Ed said as he spotted the scorpion tattoo. Joe chuckled and said “Yeah, I’m poz.” “Meds?” asked Tim. “Nope, fully charged” quipped Joe as he moved closer to the bed. “Hmm, then we may need a little more of your time after we get done fucking you” Tim said and then continued “Turn around, boy. Let me see all of you.” Joe slowly rotated showing off his tight body, his ass framed by the jockstrap, his firm six pack and his muscular arms and legs. “I guess you’re not afraid of advertising your status” Ed said as he spied the biohazard tattoo on his calf. “Poz and proud” Joe replied as he spied Tim stroking his cock more energetically. “Lets start over on the sling” Tim said and Joe moved over and laid back on it, sliding his feet through the straps. Joe adjusted his ass so that it was just hanging over the leather giving Tim and Ed good access. Tim got on his knees and started to run his fingers between Joe’s ass cheeks brushing over his fuckhole and then pushing his index finger in dry. Joe relaxed his hole and felt the finger scrape as it went in and Tim pulled it out and tasted it. “Mmm, good boy. No lube yet. That’s what spit and precum are for” Tim stated. Tim licked his finger and pushed it back in, fucking slowly with his finger and feeling Joe relax and then clamp down on it. The grin on Tim’s face was obscured by his beard and the position that he was in but he knew he was going to enjoy breeding Dave. He pushed his face in and Joe felt the beard press against his ass then his tongue lick and poke his hole. Tim was grunting and snorting as he rimmed Joe’s pussy and Ed was sitting on the edge of the bed stroking his own cock and watching Tim have his fun. Joe looked over at Ed and motioned with his head to come over. Ed got up and moved in closer with Joe leaning his head off the leather and opening his mouth. Ed took the hint and slid his cock into Joe’s waiting mouth. Joe had been spitroasted like this many times and devoured Ed’s cock. His tongue and lips slid down the shaft as Ed pushed in and out, moaning from the blowjob that Joe was giving him. It felt so much better than his hand and he began to thrust in harder and further. Joe’s cock was straining at the pouch of his jockstrap and soon the tip broke free up past the top band. His piercing and cock head climbed out of the pouch, dripping charged precum on his abs. Tim stood up with spit dripping from his beard and lined up his cock with Joe’s saliva covered hole and pressed forward. The pressure pushed Ed’s cock further into Joe’s throat and then Joe’s hole yielded and Tim’s cock slid slowly inside. Ed and Tim both pushed simultaneously and skewered Joe completely. Tim’s bush was pressed firmly against Joe’s ass and Ed’s was similarly planted against Joe’s lips. Tim looked at Ed and nodded and the two began to fuck their respective holes simultaneously. Joe could tell that they had fucked guys together for a while, he heard no verbal communication but figured it was just facial or head gestures that told each other what was next. As the thrusts got harder, Joe could hear the jangle of the sling’s chains and the grunts from his two impalers. He worked his ass muscles on Tim’s cock and his tongue, lips and throat on Ed’s. Tim slammed in hard a few times and yanked his cock out yelling “Oh, fuck! Not yet!” which left Ed fucking Joe’s mouth a few more times before he too pulled out. Ed moved to the other end and slammed his cock into Joe’s puffy hole. Joe felt the large PA tug at his outer ring briefly before driving into Joe’s hole all the way. Ed started the sling swinging with Joe’s hole fucking itself onto his cock. Soon, Ed began thrusting his hips to meet Joe’s hole and was pounding into Joe with force. The jangle of chains, the slap of skin and the grunts of horny men filled the room until Ed drove in hard and grabbed Joe’s legs tightly. His cock pulsed and throbbed, pumping the neutered poz cum into Joe’s cunt. Ed yelled out as each volley shot into Joe, the yells got quieter as the shots got weaker. Joe watched Ed as his orgasm built and faded, the sweat dripping off his body and matting some of the fur. “Fuck boy, that’s a good hole” exclaimed Ed as he pulled his cock out. Tim moved swiftly and took Ed’s place, shoving his cock back into Joe’s now cum soaked hole. Tim’s second round only lasted about ten minutes, but he furiously drilled his cock into Joe. Tim uttered grunts, groans and expletives and it was a brutal fuck. It had been a while since Joe could remember anyone pounding his hole that hard for that long. He knew he would feel this fuck for a few days but he could tell from the look on Tim’s face that he was enjoying it. Finally, Tim pulled all the way out and slammed in, leaning forward and clutching Joe and the leather seat as his body shook and his cock throbbed. Joe could feel the cock pulse in his hole and he knew he was getting a large load from the big man. Tim’s face was inches away from Joe’s and their eyes locked. Joe could tell that Tim was sated, at least for now, but wasn’t prepared for the deep kiss that Tim gave him next. It lasted for minutes until Tim’s cock had softened and fell out of Joe’s pussy. Tim got up and said “Thank you boy, that was one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.” Joe laid in the sling, feeling cum drip out of his ass. As his breathing returned to normal, Joe extracted his feet from the straps and sat up, sliding out of the sling. He wasn’t sure what to do next since Tim had mentioned going longer when they were done with the fuck. Was there going to be an act two? “Well boy, if you are half as good a top as you are a bottom, then I know someone that will be pleased” Tim said. He walked over and pushed a button next to the bed and turned to Ed. “I think its time Jordan got his first real load” Tim said. There was a knock at the door and it opened. In walked a dark haired boy with a thick leather collar around his neck and completely naked. He had no body hair that Joe could see. “Jordan, assume your position on the edge of the bed, on all fours” Tim commanded. “Yes, Sir” Jordan responded. As Jordan walked by, Joe saw a barcode tattoo between Jordan’s shoulder blades. It was the only mark on his pale white skin. He got on the edge of the bed and knelt down, his ass over the edge and then went down on his hands. “Dave is our friend and he would like to fuck you and give you a Christmas present. You will obey what he says” Tim said in an even tone. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir” replied Jordan. Joe walked over to Tim and whispered in his ear “Sir, how old is Jordan?” Tim whispered back “Don’t worry, boy. He is old enough, he just looks younger without any hair. He just turned twenty one.” Joe nodded and walked over to the edge of the bed and freed his stiff cock from the jockstrap’s pouch. He walked over and ran his hands over Jordan’s soft butt. He spread the cheeks and pushed his finger into the tight hole. It was unlubed as Tim apparently preferred. He knelt down and spit into the hole and and worked it in with his finger. He added more spit and then lubed his cock up with another shot of spit while he leaned in and tongue fucked Jordan’s pussy. Joe could feel Ed and Tim walk up on either side of him and watch as he prepped the hole. He pushed his finger in next to his tongue and roughly jabbed it. He twisted his finger around the boy’s hole, scraping his fingernail which elicited a yelp and jump from Jordan. “Don’t move” barked Tim. Joe jabbed and twisted his finger a few more times and pulled back from Jordan’s hole and stood up. Joe placed his hands on Jordan’s hips and could feel the boy trembling. Joe rested his piercing on the center of the well used hole and tightened his grip on Jordan. With one hard lunge, he shoved his cock all the way in and felt Jordan’s body spasm from the rough intrusion. “Fuck YEAH!” yelled Ed while Jordan tried to stifle his scream. Joe waited for the spasms around his cock to fade before he started to fuck. He gave Jordan long, hard thrusts and moved his hips around so that his cock would stab in different directions each time. He could feel his cock and piercing dig into the walls of Jordan’s colon. “Its been a while since I had a front row seat to a boy’s pozzing” Ed said as he stroked his cock harder. Joe’s thrusts got harder as he slammed into the boy’s neg hole, torturing it more and more. “Do it boy, breed him. Knock him up and bring him into the brotherhood” Tim whispered into Joe’s ear. Joe liked the feeling of the boy’s warm hole. Jordon knew how to take a cock and make it feel good with his ass muscles. Joe got a good rhythm going with his precum coating Jordan’s guts and his PA repeatedly grinding into the soft walls. After 20 minutes of nonstop drilling, he could hear Jordans moans show his discomfort. Ed and Tim were pawing at his body while he pounded Jordan’s hole fast and hard for several strokes before shoving in and holding the boy tight as his cock shot ropes of virus filled cum into the battered cunt. Joe couldn’t believe how many spurts of cum he shot into Jordan’s neg fuckhole and then watched as Ed and Tim shot their loads all over Jordan’s face. “Thank you Sir for your special cum. I will remember this day for the rest of my life” Jordan told Joe. Joe pulled his cock out of the ravaged hole and saw the telltale spots and streaks of red on his cock and piercing. Tim pushed a buttplug into the hole as soon as Joe’s cock was clear and Jordan swung around and cleaned his cock off thoroughly. Joe let the boy clean him off and then walked back and started to dress. Tim walked back and peeled eight hundred dollar bills off of a wad of money and gave it to Joe. “Thank you, boy. You were outstanding. I will give Jordan a break for a few weeks to see if your breeding pozzed him. If not, I have several friends that will pay good money to be the one that does it.” Joe smiled and put the money in his pocket and opened the app on his phone to call for a ride. Tim showed him out and Joe sat on the front steps a few minutes until the car pulled up. He got in, hoping that the cum in his ass wouldn’t leave a spot on the car seat. It was a short ride back to Mark’s apartment and when he got there he walked in, with Mark and Eric grinning at him. Joe smiled and headed to the bathroom to dump the client’s loads and shower. When he was done he walked into the spare bedroom and climbed in bed with Kyle and kissed him before passing out.

(thanks to versmich for helping spark the idea for this story) 1987 The Summer after I graduated high school I worked as a dishwasher in a huge truck stop. It was a combination of restaurant, gas station, gift shop, showers, arcade and motel. It was located in a Kansas town that was bisected by a few major highways. I only got the job there because of my friend Lisa. She was my age and had been a waitress there since she was 16. I knew I was gay but never admitted it to anyone even though most of my friends had figured it out...maybe even before I did. Most of them were girls who liked to smoke, party and have sex. Sluts, basically. I liked how mouthy and tough they were, and of course I loved hearing about the guys they'd fucked. Lisa had a thing for truckers. She'd been through so many of them by the time I got hired. We both worked the 10 PM - 6 AM shift and often took our smoke breaks together. On our back through the dining area afterwards, she'd make remarks about which of the men she'd been with. "He's Jim. Huge dick but cums too fast". "That guy is married with a kid, but we fuck every now and then". "Ed is the one I'm most in love with right now. He eats pussy so good". I guess I was developing a thing for truckers too. I liked their beards, beer bellies, caps and cowboy boots. They never seemed too clean either. I didn't get to see much of them because I was stuck back behind the kitchen, scraping the disgusting plates into a garbage can and feeding them into this giant machine that burned my fingers often. i also had cuts and bruises from this work. I hated it. I wanted to be out there among the men. The restaurant didn't hire waiters, but there were busboy jobs that came up now and then. With Lisa's help, I landed one of the vacated spots. It was great. I got to be among all these fascinating men and also chat with Lisa more often. I did well and the time went by a lot faster than it did back in the steamy hell I was used to. After a few weeks, I got used to some of the regulars and would make friendly chatter with a few of them as I cleared their tables. Every now and then I'd see a particularly attractive trucker and ask Lisa about him. She either didn't know them or had negative comments about their dicks, personalities or abilities in bed. I remember the night I first saw Warren. He was like something right out of a porn fantasy. Big, beefy, dark hair and a somewhat evil smile. He had a big gut, but that didn't matter to me. I needed to know more...especially since he kept making eye contact with me. "Oh. Warren. He's a fag", she said casually. "At least what's what some of the other guys say. He has a twin brother that usually comes here with him, but I guess he's alone tonight. I think he lives in Wichita". I stared at him one last time and added a smile. It was almost 5:30 AM and we hit a lull. But Warren lingered, ordering coffee refills and pieces of pie. I wanted to think he was staying because of me. Lisa knew what was going on in my mind and pulled me aside. "Look -- I'm not judging you or nothing, but let's be honest for a second". "What about?" "I know you're gay, Mike. I've known for years". "How?" "Because you've never once looked at my tits and you just have something about you. I'm fine with it, but I know you want to flirt with Warren. Don't. He's got that deadly gay cancer..or so I've been told". "You mean AIDS?" "Yeah. I should have told you that before you touched any of his dirty plates". I knew enough about things to know you didn't catch the disease that way. I also knew you couldn't catch anything by flirting. "Thanks, Lisa, but I'm not going to do anything with him. He might not even like me". "Oh he likes you alright. I can tell these things". 6 AM. Lisa and I usually walked out together, but my relief hadn't shown up yet and the manager asked me to stay until he got here. "Please? You'll get overtime and only one guy is here". "No problem". "Go see if we wants more pie. He's ordered four pieces already. Jesus -- nobody's showing up on time this morning". It was true. The morning shift was only now starting to trickle in. I approached Warren's table, fixated on his sexy stare. Ya working a double-shift or something?" "No. The guy who is supposed to relieve me isn't here, so I'm staying until he gets here". "You mean him?" he asked pointing behind me. Travis had finally shown up. Of course he always had to go straight to the bathroom to get high before he clocked in. "Yeah. He'll be here in about ten minutes. You want more coffee or more pie?" "Jesus, no! I'm so wired on sugar and caffeine right now. I got a room upstairs, but I'm too hyper now to sleep. When the other guy finally comes back, meet me in the arcade and I'll kick your ass at pool or pinball". "Sure". He hefted his giant body up off the chair, payed his bill and gave me one last look before heading down the hall to where all the games were. Travis appeared at my side. "Sorry you had to stay. Larry already tore me a new one. Go home, buddy". I took off my apron and went directly to the arcade. There was Warren, lumbering over a pinball game and cussing. That game was pretty tricky, but I was an expert at it. Warren finished the game and turned to look at me. "Goddamn, boy! Look how skinny you are! Don't you get free food here?" "Yeah, but bussing tables kills your appetite". "Makes sense. Hey, I loaded a mess of quarters in already. Ready to play?" So we played and it was pretty obvious that I'd mastered the machine and was beating him pretty badly. Maybe he was just trying to distract me, but he kept asking questions during my turn. "How old are you? What's your name?" "I turned 18 in March. Name is 'Mike'". "You live here in town?" "Yep. My whole life". I was still kicking ass at the game, so he kept asking questions. "Got a girlfriend?" I shook my head. "Why not?" "Just don't". I was going to break my high score. He tried a different tact and stood closer to me. I could feel his crotch touch the side of my stomach and his hot breath on top of my head. That worked. I lost the ball down the middle and stepped aside to let him have his turn. "I'm Warren, by the way. I'm staying here in the motel tonight. Gotta take a load of steel fence up to Topeka tomorrow". He reached into his shirt pocket and handed me a pack of cigarettes. "Light a couple for us. I'm not letting you win this without a fight". I turned away and lit both smokes. I put one in my mouth and tried handing the other to Warren. "Not just yet. Hold it for me, OK?" He was getting the hang of it now. I looked around at the other games. "Centipede" was next to us and I hated it. Too fast and too nerve-wracking. "Hey, Mike. I'm on a roll here. Can you take a look down and see if I'm holding the flipper buttons right? I want to be as good as you are". I looked down. His fucking naked cut cock was hanging out of his fly. "Well? How's it look?" "Perfect, Warren. Very nice form". He stepped away from the machine and the game was over. I'd won. He stood inches from me with his exposed dick twitching. He moved closer and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Touch it, Mike". I did without even thinking. It was fat and getting harder. I wanted to keep doing it, but I knew there was a security camera in the corner. "You got a room here. We're on video right now and should probably leave". "You bet. Let's go". I followed him back past the shower room and the completely dead gift shop. We climbed some carpeted stairs and there was his room. He unlocked it and ushered me in. All the lights were on as was the TV. "Have a seat". I sat down on the edge of one of the beds. "Hey Brad! You on the toilet or something? Get out here!" Warren turned to me. "My brother and I travel together. He's cool". In walked a man who looked just like his brother. Same dark beard, same build and same beer belly. He was just wearing underwear. He was so large and so covered with hair (front and back). "What you got here, Warren?" "I brought us a virgin for the night. Keep him company. I gotta get let go of about a gallon of coffee". Wow. I was in this now. "You really a virgin?" "Yeah. I guess". "We'll help you with that. Got condoms with you?" "Uh. No." "Good. I mean, good for us, but not so much for you". He took off his underwear and sprawled back in the other bed. His dick was identical to his brother's...and getting super hard right before my eyes. "Take off your clothes, kid. Lay back and relax a little". I did as told. As I adjusted to the comfort of being off my feet after 9 hours, I thought about the mattress beneath me. How many truckers had fucked on this thing?? I started to sit up on my elbows, but Brad had climbed on top of me. "You like sucking dick?" "I-I don't know. Never done it before". "You're going to love it!". He straddled my chest and aimed his meat right at my face. He was so heavy. He moved farther up until the big purple head was on my lips. I licked it and kissed it. He slowly got closer and I had about a third of it in my mouth. I did indeed love it. But when he tried getting it down my throat, my gag reflex protested. "Shh. Shh. I'll go slower. Pretend you're yawning". As soon as I did that he shoved it straight into my windpipe. No air. "Good boy. In a few hours, you'll be an expert. Thanks for letting me pop your throat cherry. I'm going to pump now". He thrust his hips into my face and I reached my hands around and grabbed his hairy ass. "That's it. That's it". He kept pumping back and forth and then stopped. I felt a thick liquid go past my tonsils. Semen was going down my throat. It was warm and I liked it. He let a few more drops out onto my tongue and then rolled over. It wasn't real. None of this was actually happening. Was it? Two hours again I was carrying trays of dirty plates and cups in a restaurant. Warren was standing off to the side, watching everything. He was jerking himself into a frenzy. "I get the other end, Mike". He was panting like a dog. And then he was on top of me. Aroused and breathless, he got right to work. He tried getting his own giant dick into my ass, but it just wouldn't fit...even after he added a bunch of spit to my hole. "Brad. Get back to his mouth and see if you can get him aroused. It's like trying to bust through concrete down here". The bother was straddling my face again. He wasn't at a full hard-on yet, but close. "Maybe if he licks my ass a little...." "Go for it. I'm gettin' nowhere here". And then Brad position his giant furry ass right on my face. I was supposed to kiss it? lick it? I did both. He used his hands to spread his fat cheeks apart and planted that anus right on my lips. OK. I got it now. I stuck my tongue straight up and wiggled it around. I liked it. I really liked it. Brad was moaning and sighing. "It's working, dude. His dick is completely hard now. Time to do this. Get off him so I can look at him." And then Warren and I were looking in each others' eyes. He pushed and pushed and then he was inside of me. It was the same kind of sudden pain I got from that dish-washing machine. I'd survived that. I could survive this. He moved in slowly. It still hurt and I had tears in my eyes. "Its OK, baby. This will be over soon. Push out a little. Yeah. Like that. A few more inches and we're there. The worst of it is over. Now hold on. You're getting FUCKED!" And I was. Warren was like a machine. He was thrusting in and out so mechanically. And he was picking up speed. ""Oh shit! I'm cumming!" And he left his load in my aching ass. Brad said,"I get it next!" "Chill. Give him a chance to recover. He just gave me his virginity...and probably needs a few minutes to himself". I got up and went to the bathroom. It felt like I needed to shit so bad. I did a little. The toilet bowl was red with blood. I cleaned myself up as best I could. "You OK?". Warren asked as he lied back on the bed and put his arms behind his head. His armpit bush was so thick and dark. I just walked over to his side, knelt down and licked the pit. "I think he's just fine, Brad". Over the next few hours, they both fucked me again and Warren let me have a thick load down my throat. Twice. We all woke up around noon in a big pile on one bed. Warren got dressed and so did I. "I'm going to walk him out. Get dressed and get ready to go...we gotta be on the road pretty soon". We left the building. "You need to know something, Mike. You need to know..." "I already know". "Brad told you about the virus we have?" "I know. It's OK. It's not like I had to go to your room. I made a choice". He kissed me right there in broad daylight. I drove home in pure numbness. I never saw Lisa again. She eloped with some trucker she'd had her eye on. I only saw the brothers once more before I quit the job and headed off to college. I'd remember them forever. Forever.