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Moving on... ------- Chapter 2.1 - A Reunion ------- "hey dude long time no talk u ok?" was the message that popped up on Ric's regular phone. It had been over a month since Ric had visited Joe at his brother's place right after he moved into his first dorm room. School had kept him busy and he really didn't want Joe to think he was clinging to him. He'd rather have a few visits rather than none, so he figured that he would let Joe contact him rather than chatting all the time like he wanted. He got excited, but didn't want to show it, so he sent "Been busy with school but ok. hbu?" an hour later. Seconds later he got a response from Joe "ikr work crazy n we moved 2 new place u want to come see it? ill make dinner." "Gr8. when?" Ric sent back a few minutes later, still trying not to show how happy he was to be talking with Joe again. "Fri? u can spend wkend if no tests" Joe sent back a few seconds later. Ric knew that he had a connection to Joe like he had to few other people. It wasn't just Joe's bug inside of him but he really cared about him. Joe understood how he thought and they were similar in many ways. Joe had changed his life and Ric appreciated it. He remembered that Joe had made a comment when they met at the swim clinic months earlier that they were like brothers and he really did think that. Joe was the brother he never had. He sent back "Friday good. No tests next week." He wanted to add "Horny as fuck" but decided to not press it. "Yay can u get here or shud I send uber?" Joe replied right away and followed up with his new address. Ric copied the address, put it in Joe's contact entry and then plugged it into the maps app to see how to get there. It looked like it would take an hour to get to Joe's apartment via bus but he would rather learn the transit system than impose on Joe. It would also help him be more mobile for his escorting jobs. "I can get there. what time?" Ric asked. "after 5:30pm Kyle wont b home til 7" Joe answered and Ric sent back "K". The week seemed to drag and he could hardly wait until Friday afternoon. As he sat in the lecture hall waiting for his 2pm class to start he sent a message to Joe "bring anything?" and about five minutes into class got a reply from Joe - "condoms lol speedo 4 pool" He hoped Joe was joking about condoms because he was counting on taking and giving several loads with him and Kyle. He hadn't thought about bringing a swim suit so he added it to the list of things to pack. He finished his two afternoon classes before he went back to his dorm. As was the norm for his floor, there were several drunk people already staggering down the halls. He realized some people set up their schedule so they didn't have classes on Friday afternoon and could start the party early. Ric put on some jogging shorts, grabbed a towel, his shower stuff and walked down the hall. He knew that both tattoos were at least partially visible, but after his experiences in the shower lately he decided that he wasn't going to hide them anymore. No one seemed to care or notice. He cleaned out, showered and walked back to his room, spotting several guys checking him out. One bumped into him, knocking him against the wall and felt him up before saying "Fuck yeah. Thanks, hot stuff" and then stumbled away. Ric laughed and walked back to his room. He dressed in the outfit he picked out the night before - the jeans Joe had bought him at their first meeting, a low cut tank that showed off his body, chest hair and parts of the upper tattoo and some sandals. Ric went through his list and packed his backpack full of the few things he knew he needed for the weekend. He even had scored a bag of weed since he knew Joe and Kyle loved it. He was sure the guy, Larry, screwed him on the price since he had no idea what it should cost, but at least he threw in a package of rolling papers and a lighter. Larry called it the "New Customer Package." He waited for the elevator to come and looked around. Two girls were leaning against a wall kissing, a pair of guys were talking to each other and another guy was squeezing his cock through his jeans as he glanced around. Another guy came up just as the elevator arrived and smiled at Ric. "Lookin good, Ric" the guy said, giving him a wink. Ric couldn't remember the guy's name, but obviously the other guy knew his. They piled into the elevator and the guy that had been grabbing his junk stood in front of Ric. He backed up and ground his ass on Ric's crotch, letting out a soft moan as he felt Ric's cock stiffen. Ric made a mental note that there were at least a few more queer people than he thought on his dorm floor and some were interested in playing, or at least flirting. It was only his second time on the bus but he at least had a clue this time. He had to transfer twice but showed up a block away from Joe's apartment at 5:20pm. Ric was almost relieved to get off the bus with several guys eyeing him. He wasn't sure if they were horny or looking to mug him. Hopping off the bus, he was so nervous he almost wanted to open the bag of pot and roll himself a joint, but he didn't know how. "Another thing I need Joe to teach me" Ric thought. He walked a few blocks in the wrong direction and then got the map app take him to Joe's building showing up just a few minutes after 5:30. Ric slowly went through the directory and found an entry for "Joe N Kyle", he crossed his fingers and pressed the button. "Yo" came Joe's voice over the speaker. "It's Ric" he said and heard the door buzz. Ric went in and called an elevator, pressing 4 as he got in. He laughed to himself, thinking the building was close to the one that he had met Paul at for the escorting gig when he was touring the university the previous Spring. He got out on the fourth floor and found Joe's apartment and tapped on the door. Joe opened it, dressed only in some thin, silky shorts with the tail of the scorpion tat poking above the waistband. "Fuck yeah. It's so good to see you" Joe yelled out, dragging Ric into the apartment by his jeans. Before he could even set down his backpack, Joe had him planted against the wall kissing him deeply. Ric was a little surprised but was kissing him back almost immediately. Their tongues danced and spit was swapped back and forth for a minute until Joe stepped back and looked Ric over. "Shit, just as sexy as you were last time. God, I've missed you. I like the mustache with the beard. You've lost some weight though. Bad food or is the bug hittin you?" Joe said, licking his lips. "I can say the same. I see the mohawk is coming back. It looks hot, but I think you got the weight I lost. For me, I guess its from stress and crappy food" Ric replied, chuckling. "Toss your bag in the bedroom, I need to chop some shit up for dinner" Joe said as Ric looked around. Everything seemed to be new and he looked out of the large windows at the hazy cityscape. He spied the doors across from the kitchen and looked inside the left one and saw the bed. He dropped his backpack inside and fished out the baggie of pot before walking back into the living room. Ric dropped the baggie on the coffee table and then made his way to the kitchen. Leaning up against the wall he watched Joe chop some veggies up and was surprised at how good he seemed to be. "Watch a lot of cooking shows on TV or did you go to school for that?" Ric asked. "Too many cooking shows while totally baked in college. Sometimes a souffle sounds really good when you're stoned, sometimes its a bag of chips" Joe replied as he kept slicing and dicing. "I guess I'll have to learn that skill but my toaster oven is probably not going to cut it" Ric replied. "You really need to get out of the dorms. Find a good roommate or two and get an apartment. Preferably ones that love to fuck" Joe replied, laughing loudly. "Well, I know I'm stuck for at least freshman year. I finally found a decent roommate though. It was my third try. If there's anyone I want to poz up for revenge its the first one. Fuckin homophobic prick" Ric replied. "God, there's a couple that I'd love to do that to. A coach too. Damn I can see that asshole on his knees begging for cock, too. I've heard a few stories. Maybe he was jealous. I was fuckin all the star athletes, just not him" Joe said as he chopped harder. Ric was a little worried that his temper was going to make him slice something other than veggies. Joe finished the onion and turned to Ric with a big grin. "The only one that got pozzed was the one you helped me with. I never thought I had a chance to tap him again after I got knocked up, but you were the one that made it happen" Joe said. Slowly he walked over and hugged Ric again before kissing him once more. Ric wasn't sure how to take Joe's comment until Joe said "You're still the best escorting gig I've done. It wasn't about pozzing you. Hell, I would have loved to do that same meet if I was neg. At the start you didn't even want to admit you were gay. I just wanted to teach you it's ok to be queer and you need to be happy with who you are. I saw a lot of myself in you and remember how hard it was to understand I was gay" Joe said, pausing for another kiss. "I told you I look at us like brothers and I mean it." Joe said. Ric hugged Joe and kept pulling him tighter. "You're like the brother that I always wanted. Whether my dad really knew what he was doing when he hired you, I have no idea. I'm so glad he did, because it could have turned out much worse. You cared. You tried to make me into a better person and you have" Ric said as he began to kiss Joe. It was a minute later before Joe dragged Ric to the couch and the two continued groping and kissing each other. It took another few minutes and Ric's shirt was on the floor. A minute later, Joe's shorts were nearby. Ric's shoes and jeans were next and the two studs were grinding against each other wearing only matching black jockstraps. Joe laughed. "I broke the first rule of escorting with you, but I don't regret it. Sometimes instinct is better than rules" he said, giving Ric's cock a firm squeeze. Joe moved first, working his way down Ric's neck before latching on to his left pierced nipple and sucking on it. After a few minutes he felt Ric's cock break free of the top band on the jockstrap he'd bought Ric on their first meeting. Joe moved over to the right side and sucked on and played with Ric's right nipple. After a few minutes he worked his way further down before he kissed the biohazard tattoo, with Ric's hard cock poking under his chin. Joe licked over the covered tip of Ric's cock before wrapping his lips over the end and sucking on it. He was a little disappointed that all he tasted was clean skin, but knew that was only going last a short time. Ric put up no resistance when Joe raised up his hips and began moaning loudly when Joe's face pressed into his ass. He raised his hands up and pulled his legs back, trying to spread his legs wider to give Joe better access. Joe dug his tongue in deeper and began to tongue fuck Ric's hole. Joe gave a quick tug and his cock was free of the jockstrap pouch and dripping precum all over his new couch. He remembered the first time he tried this and Ric just laid there moaning. Now he was working his hole around Joe's tongue like an expert bottom. Joe worried that since he didn't taste any lube, Ric didn't want or expect to get fucked, but his hole was clean and ready. He forced some more spit in and felt Ric relax his hole. Joe desperately wanted to feel Ric's ass gripping his cock again. He knew it wouldn't be that virgin hole he popped almost a year ago, but it would probably feel even better. Joe licked up from the hole over Ric's taint and gripped the bulge in his jockstrap with his teeth. He heard a growl from Ric and lowered his ass down, rubbing his cock between the two muscled mounds. "I own this hole" Joe snarled as he speared his cock into the tight pucker, squeezing in a few inches and then glared at Ric's face. Ric grinned and replied "You fuckin' do. Been a long time since you been in it. Show me how bad you need it." Joe pulled back and thrust back in several inches. "That all ya got?" Ric asked and seconds later started to laugh. "Asshole. We can't all be hung like you. Even your dad isn't" Joe replied, starting to laugh before he could even finish his sentence. Joe pulled back until the head of his cock was tight against Ric's outer ring and plunged back in. "Yeah, that's more like it!" Ric said. Joe continued the long strokes and realized that this was a very different fuck than he'd ever had with Ric. It was playful and fun, just like two brothers might have and how many of his fucks with his brother Mark were. They watched each other's faces, realizing how much both were enjoying it. Their comments were taunting, but never intending to hurt the other. He plowed away, feeling Ric's hole get slicker with precum and it just let him fuck faster. Ric pulled his face down and kissed him briefly before he started to milk Joe's cock. "You want this poz load, bro?" Joe asked as his thrusts got harder. "Won't do no good. You knocked me up a long time ago" Ric replied as he clamped down on Joe's cock. Joe chuckled as he kept pounding Ric's ass. His mind raced, trying to find a good comeback and just as he slowed his thrusts down he said "You better be leaving a trail of newly charged freshman." On his fourth hard thrust, Joe's cock sprayed out his charged load inside Ric's hungry pussy. He looked down and Ric was in bliss before he closed his eyes and emptied his balls. He knew how Ric felt at that moment. Feeling another man flood your guts with cum always felt good, but when you were as connected as they were, it was a million times better. When Joe's cock stopped pulsing he leaned forward and kissed Ric again. He realized this was as close to his connection with Kyle as he'd ever felt with anyone besides his brother. In some ways it scared him but it also felt so right. The smile on Ric's face told him he wasn't the only one. He slowly pulled out and looked down, seeing a few streaks of cum nestled in Ric's chest hair and chuckled. Ric opened his eyes and breathed deep. "Thank you" Ric said softly. "No, Thank you" Joe replied.

A few days ago I got a txt from one of my pigsons - a 30 yo Vietnamese vers guy -- let's play. Sure! I'm game! So yesterday we got together after he finished work. I got douched as usual. I met him in a henley and track pants. We hadn't seen each other due to busy work schedules for both. He loves daddies and I love to play with younger guys. It didn't take long for the clothing to disappear. We both got into a 69 position to taste each other's cocks. Surpisingly, I was dripping pre-cum and so was he. We got to rim each other's asses too. HOT! I got him on his tummy to continue rimming and run my tongue a number of times from his crack to the back of his neck. He moaned because he likes when I do that. I slid my hard cock into him easily, no lube needed. His hole felt great. And then it was his turn to rim my hole more. He fucked me sideways (that is a position! LOL) and didn't take long to blast in my hole. I cleaned off his cock to thank him, and he felched out some of his load out of my ass for me to taste. YUM! I was still hard as a rock. He went to suck me off more. He put in one finger, then added more, into my wet hole. In and out his fingers went, which got me very excited. I told him I wouldn't last long as the cum was building in my cock. He kept sucking and sticking fingers in my ass. Finally, I blasted a huge saved load down his throat. He kissed me with it. I fucking love cummy kisses! A win-win for both!

Took 4 anon loads ass up face down with blindfold on in the bed in the room and 1 anon load on the fuck bench last night.

------- Chapter 1.3 - Five Dollar Stripper ------- Ric was getting used to seeing the same guys in the shower in the morning. He had caught Dan and Scotty a few more times, but now they were at ease with Ric knowing what they did in the shower. Ric even fingered Scotty a couple times as he got into the shower. He was happy to know they had ditched the condoms and Scotty was getting filled with Dan's cum almost daily. But there was the guy that had made the comment that Ric had tried to brush off. They seemed to have the same schedule and were always the last to shower around that time. Just like the first time, he'd stare at Ric's naked body and while Ric didn't mind, he wondered if the guy just wanted to look or maybe fool around. The only words that ever were spoken was just "morning". After another encounter with the guy slowly drying himself with his eye's glued on Ric's body in the shower, Ric decided it was time to call him on it. At breakfast, he saw him sitting alone and sat down across from him. "Hey... Uh... I think I should start charging you five bucks to watch me dry off in the shower each morning. I take it you like what you see?" Ric said. The guy froze and then began to tremble. Ric chuckled and then said "I'm just kidding about the money. I'm Ric, by the way." "Uh... I'm Gabe. I didn't realize it was that obvious. Sorry" Gabe said, staring down at his plate. "I don't mind, it just seems weird that you look but never talk. Other than the occasional 'morning' greeting, that is. So what makes you keep looking?" Ric asked. It took a few moments, but Gabe finally quietly said "Everything." It seemed like getting Gabe to talk was like pulling teeth and Ric was about to give up. "Well, if you want a better look, just let me know. I try not to be too scary." He watched Gabe's eyes get big. "I'll stop if you don't want me looking" Gabe replied. "I think I said the opposite. What do you like best?" Ric asked. Gabe trembled again before taking a deep breath. "Uh... how chill you are... the ink is cool too... the hair..." Gabe said, pausing a moment before he said "and your dick." Ric laughed. "Most queer guys start with my dick. It's nice that you can look past it and see the rest of me too. My roommate isn't going to be back until five and I don't have class for a couple hours. Do you want to come over and talk a bit more?" "What? Really? You're not pissed?" Gabe said, finally sounding more comfortable talking to Ric. Ric leaned in and said softly "Why should I be pissed? My gaydar sucks. I'm never sure if guys on the floor are straight or gay. I like to meet other gay guys and maybe fuck around if they're interested." "Oh thank god. You're gay too? My gaydar sucks too. I've gotten beaten up a few times cuz straight dudes freak out if a gay guy hits on them" Gabe said. "Only the insecure ones. I've met some that weren't assholes and one that even gave it a try" Ric said. "Really? Wow. Uh... were you serious about meeting up today?" Gabe asked. Ric smiled and nodded before saying "I gotta head to class at twelve thirty, but any time before that is good. I'm just going to study, otherwise." "Uh... OK. I have a couple things to do but I can stop over in half an hour" Gabe said, sounding more excited by the second. Ric was laying on his bed in his usual room uniform of a jock and jogging shorts when the tap on the open door broke him away from reading messages from potential clients. He set the phone down and said "Come on in." He could sense some of the nervousness back in Gabe's demeanor. "Close the door and get comfortable" Ric said, pointing at the middle of his bed. He watched Gabe walk in and sit down near the other end of the bed. The jeans and tee he had on down at breakfast were replaced by some basketball shorts and a sleeveless tee. "I hope you're liking the floor better than the last place you were. It's hard to meet people if you move in a few weeks after everyone else. Did your roommate from last year not come back?" Gabe asked timidly. Ric laughed and explained "I'm a freshman. My roommates last year were mom and dad. The first two I had this year sucked. One guy said he was afraid I would rape him in his sleep and the other guy was just a dick. Eddy has been a million times better and I'm slowly meeting new people. How about you?" "Oh, I'm a junior. I've been on the floor the past two years with the same roommate. He's great since he spends all of his time at his girlfriend's place and I have the room to myself except for the odd time he comes back for a day or two" Gabe said. "That's cool. But I'd hate to get surprised when he shows up. At least with Eddy, I know his schedule" Ric said before moving to the middle of the bed, closer to Gabe. "What kinds of stuff do you like to do when you get your room all to yourself? It doesn't sound like you invite lots of guys over" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe. "Uh... no. After the last guy beat me up, I let other guys make the first move. I'm kind of submissive, anyway" Gabe replied. "That sucks. I mean that someone would beat you up for showing an interest in them. Submissive guys can be fun. Are you a bottom or one of those rare submissive tops?" Ric asked, moving a little closer and resting his hand on Gabe's leg. "Mostly bottom. I had a Dom make me fuck his sub last year, but I only top maybe once or twice a year... Are you one of those big dicked bottom guys? It seems that most freshman are bottoms" Gabe asked. Ric smiled hearing Gabe get much more relaxed. His hand moved under Gabe's shirt and started to feel the soft, hairless chest. Gabe let out a soft moan as Ric replied "I'm vers, but most of the time I top. I thought I'd be getting laid all the time in college, but it hasn't turned out that way. I was a lot more active in high school." "I'm sure a hot guy like you will have your pick of guys to fuck soon" Gabe said. Ric leaned in and whispered "I already found one. Whatcha think?" "Who? Me?" Gabe gasped. A few seconds later he said "Oh hell yeah!" Ric tugged on Gabe's shirt and had it off in a flash. Gabe slid off the bed, kicked off his shoes and pulled his shorts and underwear off almost as quickly while Ric stood up. A few seconds later, Gabe was on his knees looking up at Ric. Ric smiled and watched Gabe tentatively reach up to the sides of Ric's shorts. He nodded and Gabe pulled them down, revealing the growing bulge inside the jockstrap's pouch. Gabe didn't wait for approval for the next move, where he rubbed over the pouch and then pulled the jock off. Next, he wrapped his hand around Ric's cock and looked all around it. His tongue licked under the shaft and along the length before he pulled the foreskin back and licked over the head. Initially, Ric wasn't sure how experienced Gabe was but the way he was working his cock over now showed he knew his way around a guy's crotch. Gabe raised his other hand and started caressing Ric's groin while he lapped over the hardening shaft. It felt good and Ric let Gabe go at his own pace, soon feeling him wrap his lips around his cock and starting to suck. When Gabe grasped his hips with both hands, taking his cock in deeper, he knew he was in for a good blowjob. He wrapped his right hand around the back of Gabe's head, following it as it bobbed on his leaking cock. Gabe's hands moved around and grabbed on to Ric's butt cheeks as he kept sucking. Ric only gave a few light encouragement tugs but when Gabe gagged a little, he backed off. A couple deep breaths later, Ric felt his cock enter the tight throat. Gabe continued for a few more minutes, taking Ric deeper into his throat until he forced his face into Ric's pubes. He stayed there several seconds, squeezed his throat around Ric's shaft and then pulled off. "Fuck yeah! I can take it!" Gabe yelled out, looking up at Ric and smiling. "Damn, that felt good. You've done that before, I can tell" Ric said. "Mmhmm, last year there was a basketball player I used to suck off. His cock was about your size. While he claimed to be straight, he said gay guys suck dick a lot better than women. I think I sucked him off two or three times a week most of last year" Gabe said. His hands were back roaming over Ric's abs and groin when one stopped over the tattoo. "God, I love this tat. It looks so hot hiding there under your pubes. Do you know what it means or did you just get it since it looks cool" Gabe asked. "It's got a few meanings to me, but I know what it usually stands for. Do you?" Ric asked back. "Yeah, but I'm surprised. I usually don't meet poz freshman until later in the year" Gabe said. Ric chuckled and said "Well, I used to be a poz senior. Now I have to start over again. You don't seem to be scared by it." "Nah, I've been fucked by several poz guys. They're actually safer than guys that never get tested" Gabe replied, tracing his finger around the tattoo. "Not always. Only the one's on meds for a while. So you're poz too?" Ric asked, hoping to meet another poz guy to fuck. "No, I just got tested too. All neg, but yeah, the poz guys that fucked me were undetectable. I assume you are too. The tat doesn't look fresh so you've had it a while" Gabe said. Ric chuckled before saying "Bad assumption." He chuckled again as he saw Gabe's reaction. Several seconds later he added "I guess our play time is over, then. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to." He started to reach for his jockstrap on the floor when Gabe said "I don't want to stop. You're the hottest guy I've ever been with and that comment just made you even hotter. You're not looking at me as just another notch in your belt... or bedpost." Ric saw the excitement in his eyes and replied "Thanks. I try not to always think with my dick. Oral is pretty safe, you can suck me off if you want." "I'm up for anything. I always wondered what that basketball player's dick would feel like and you would be really close. I got a couple big dildos to try, but there's nothing like a real cock in your ass" Gabe replied. He winked at Ric and climbed back on the bed, laying on his back before pulling his legs back. "Just go easy, I haven't been fucked in over a week" Gabe said. "I only fuck bare. That ok?" Ric asked. "Yeah, condoms make my hole sore, so I avoid them" Gabe replied. Ric smiled as he reached over and flicked the lock on the door. A quick tug pulled Gabe's ass off the edge of the bed which was followed by a little push on his legs to get his hole in position. Ric dragged the tip of his leaking cock around the ring, watching the precum soak the soft skin. His eyes slowly looked up Gabe's body, first seeing his rock hard cock drip it's own pre, past the hairless chest and dime-sized nipples and up to his grinning face. He saw Gabe take a deep breath and relax, giving him the chance to push in. A couple seconds of pressure later, Ric's cock slipped inside and he paused, with just the head past the outer ring. Both guys moaned while Ric let Gabe get used to his bare cock. Gabe took a deep breath again and Ric felt a lighter grip on his dick and began to rock his hips to drive his cock deeper. "Oooohhh that feels so good" Gabe said softly, with just a slight hint of pain in his voice. Gabe was tight, but Ric quickly realized he knew how to take a thick cock. His strokes got longer and his cock plunged deeper each time. A few minutes later, Ric leaned forward, letting Gabe rest his legs on Ric's shoulders. The moans got louder from both of them and soon any evidence of pain was gone from Gabe's voice. "Yeah, plow that hole. Make me feel all of that dick" Gabe moaned out. "Mmm? You want more?" Ric asked, a grin covering his face. Gabe nodded and Ric began driving his cock in deeper. Gabe's moans turned to grunts with the longer thrusts, occasionally with a hint of pain coming back into his voice. The smile on Gabe's face never wavered, though. He'd lightly grip Ric's cock as it plowed in, gripping it tighter occasionally and clamp down hard a few times trying to get Ric to fill his guts with cum. Ric felt the hole getting slicker from his cock leaking precum. He wasn't sure he wanted to knock up another guy on the floor, though. He had already dumped another seven loads in Jack's neg ass and was waiting for the fuck flu to hit him any day now. But when Gabe squeezed his cock hard for the third time he had a decision to make and he had to make it quick. A few moments later he slowed down and Gabe started to milk his shaft. "Fuck yeah!" Gabe yelled out as Ric's cock started to swell and his breaths got labored. Ric pulled his cock free and aimed it at Gabe's chest and let his load spray all over. Gabe's smile disappeared and was replaced with a confused 'What The Fuck' expression. A few moments later, Gabe said "I was hoping you'd cum inside me." "You sure?" Ric asked. "Oh yeah. Its not a good fuck unless someone takes a load" Gabe replied. "I could knock you up if I breed you" Ric told him. "With as slick as my ass feels right now, your pre might already have. But I want to feel cum in me. You got some more?" Gabe asked. Ric felt his cock twitch a couple times and he nodded. With the shaft still hard, he adjusted his aim and jammed his cock back into Gabe's wet hole. Ric fucked harder than he had all day, trying to coax some more cum from his balls. "Work my nips" Ric said, staring back at Gabe and seeing the smile back on his face. At first, Gabe just rubbed lightly over the pierced nubs but a minute later the pressure got harder. Then he pinched them and Ric started to slam into Gabe's ass. When Gabe twisted his left nip and then right one, Ric howled out and slammed in one more time, releasing several volleys of toxic seed into Gabe's hungry ass. He heard Gabe cry out in the middle of his orgasm and he hoped it wasn't from regret. Then he felt Gabe's cock shooting cum into the bottom of his jaw. The next few spurts hit Gabe on his face and the rest over his chest and stomach. Both stood there, gasping but a grin on their faces too. Ric slowly pulled out and laid on top of Gabe's chest and kissed him. A few moments later, he rolled off and laid on his back next to him. "Now that I know you can cum twice, I'm going to expect at least two loads every time we fuck" Gabe said. "You shoot damn hard. That would feel real good breeding me. If you ever want to top let me know" Ric said. Gabe chuckled and replied "I like feeling a dick in me too much. It's even better when it leaves me feel sore and filled... like now." "Cool. But... maybe we can flip some time and you can shoot your first poz load in me" Ric said, grinning back at Gabe.

Hi everyone, first of all english is not my mother tongue. Everything is written in dutch and translated by a translation machine. I started writing a transformation story, it starts with the relationship of a man and a woman and you guys see how it continues. Hopefully you will like it. Please leave your opinions and if you have any suggestions please send them to me. If you like the story and the approach I will continue writing. Part 1 introduction Brad and Angel have been a couple for 6 months and both senior years. Brad is an athletic quarterback muscular and tremendously handsome. Every girl is eager to get a little attention from him, but his attention goes to Angel. Angel is a girl next door type, the girl every boy will turn around to when she passes by. Blonde hair, blue eyes and big breasts and she also has a very nice smile. Brad is crazy about her, he has already introduced her to his parents and his mother told him to cherish her because you don't find a girl like that very often. Brad said she was right and told his mother that if things go on as they are he wants to marry her and have children. His mother already saw it for her and gave her blessing. The relationship between Brad and Angel went like any relationship, in the beginning they lived on the pink cloud and they couldn't stay away from each other. Every day sex, Angel brought him to seventh heaven when she sucked his cock and she moaned with pleasure when he put his thick and big pole in her pussy. But after a few months as with many relationships the sex diminished and some minor annoyances began to arise from time to time. Brad did not want to lose her and did his best to please his girlfriend as much as possible. He did everything she asked and this is where our story starts. Angel felt that Brad wasn't showing enough interest in her friends and talked to him about it. I want you to come with me tonight she said. Tonight we are going to a gay club with the friends from dance class and I want you to go with us. Brad had nothing against gays but still didn't really like this. Angel said that it would be fun. Don't worry, we're a couple and we're doing Dave a favor. He dances there every weekend and we want to go and see it with the group. Brad, who would have done anything for his sweethart, agreed to go. I'll have to cancel my appointments with my friends, he said. He had agreed with his friends to play a whole evening and even though he would have preferred to do this he went with his girlfriend. His friends were very disappointed and said that he should stand up for himself and not always slavishly follow his girlfriend. He was the man and he needed to show her who was boss. Yet the same night Brad went to the gay club with Angel's friends. The group consisted of Angel another 2 girl Dave and another 3 guys who were definitely gay too according to Brad. Brad was not really comfortable that night. The entire evening he walked around with his buttocks pinched shut and kept circling around his girlfriend. That way he could show the men walking around there that he was straight and that he wasn't there for them. Yet every five minutes he felt at least 2 pairs of hands squeezing his ass. Are we leaving he asked Angel because I don't feel comfortable here. We've only just gotten here she said. Drink something and pull yourself together, you have to have something for me hey if you want to be my boyfriend. Brad ordered a beer and tried to make the best of it. Angel was talking to Nick, one of the two other guys from dance class. Brad joined them and heard Nick talking about his threesome from last weekend and how much fun it had been. Brad frowned and didn't want to hear about it. 3 men fucking each other, no that was nothing for him, if the conversation was about a threesome with 2 women and him, that was something else but 3 men no. The evening was not a great success for Brad but he saw that Angel was entertaining her so he was happy anyway. He thought, I'll do anything to see her but happy. The next day at breakfast, Angel said she had a great time and asked Brad what he thought of her friends from dance class. Brad said that he liked them but that he was still shocked at how open Nick was about his sex life. Angel started to laugh, that's Nick she said. He is always open about everything. He said he would be into you too. Brad laughed and said that Nick could keep dreaming that he was only into women. Angel laughed and gave Brad a kiss and said that's true sweetheart. But Nick told me about his threesome and it turned me on Angel said. Oh yes said Brad are you up for a threesome. I don't know said Angel, maybe I am. Maybe we should think about it and see if we don't want to pimp our sex life a bit. Brad grinned and said yes let's do that honey. But do you want an extra woman or an extra man. Angel thought about it and said maybe best first with an extra woman for sure and then can see what we do next. The idea of a threesome did not leave them and after some serious conversations they decided to give it a try. They placed an add on a site for couples looking for a third person and after a few days they had found someone they both liked. After sending a few messages they decided to take a chance. They would meet over the weekend and that Saturday night Daisy was at the door. Daisy was smoking hot, she was bi and had a fair amount of experience with couples who wanted a little adventure. Brad and Angel were a little nervous but Daisy's beautiful appearance melted their nervousness like snow in the sun. Brad opened a bottle of champagne and they started talking. It was a nice evening and when everyone started to get a bit tipsy Daisy took the initiative and sat between Angel and Brad and put her hands on their legs. Brad's leg started to shake a little and he looked at Angel to see how she reacted. But he saw from her look that it was okay. Daisy came closer and kissed Brad and then she kissed Angel. Brad's cock began to get hard from what he saw. It turned him on to see his girlfriend being kissed by another woman. After they kissed for a bit Angel and Daisy took off their tops and Brad started licking their breasts. Angel took off Brad's pants and started sucking his pole, Brad took off Daisy's panties and licked her pussy. The game continued and after a few hours they were played out and satisfied. Brad had fucked both women a few times and the girls had been biting and fingering each other. It turned Brad on immensely to see his girlfriend being licked by another woman while he was fucking them doggy style. They both felt good about it and wanted to do it more. Their relationship had been launched back. They grew closer and closer to each other and every few weeks they did a threesome. But suddenly Angel said she wanted to turn the tables. She wanted a threesome with another man. Brad had a hard time with this, did she also want him to kiss and suck on the other man's pole. He didn't want that. Angel reassured him, she just wanted to be used by two men at once. She didn't want Brad to do anything with another man. Brad walked around for a few days with the idea of a threesome with another man. But as always, he agreed. He would do anything for his sweetheart. Again she posted an add on the site and this time they found Jack. Angel had found him on the site, he had placed an ad and Angel had responded to it. By now they were used to meeting someone so there was less talk of nerves. Except for Brad who was still a bit nervous. It was also the first time that an extra man came into play. Angel on the other hand was over the moon, she would finally be fucked by two poles at the same time. The Saturday that came Jack stood at the door. Jack a black large man solidly built and muscular. Brad was impressed by Jack's appearance. He felt a little intimidated by Jack's looks he felt that he was not the alpha male but that Jack was. Brad looked at Angel and saw that Angel was over the moon, he thought she has already given me a tremendous amount it is time for me to give something back. The same scenario began as with the threesomes with other women. They sat in the couch, had a drink and talked a little at first. After a while Angel went over to Jack and kissed him. Brad looked at it and it did excite him to see his friend being kissed by another man. Are we going upstairs said Brad. Angel and Jack nodded, Jack took his bag and they went upstairs. Brad took off his clothes and Angel and Jack followed. Brad looked at the monster coming out of Jack's briefs. Jack's pole was huge even when flaccid. Angel's eyes lit up, she got down on her knees and took Jack's pole into his mouth. She sucked both men and then Jack said lie down on the bed. Angel laid down on the bed and Jack took hold of his backpack and took out some wrist and ankle straps and gave them to Brad. Brad looked a little weird and wanted to put those on Angel but Jack said no, these are for you. I want you to put those on and sit there in the chair. I'll tie you up and you can watch me fuck your girlfriend first. This way you will get nice and horny and when you can't hold on anymore we will untie you and you can join in. You'll see it will be very exciting. Brad hesitated, Angel saw that he was hesitating and please Brad do it for me. Brad nodded and Jack put the wrist and ankle straps on Brad and fastened him firmly to the chair that was in the corner of the room. Once he was secured Angel stood up and got her panties from Jack and stuck them in Brad's mouth. Brad thought it was horny but got sleepy and ... Angel patted Brad's head and said, he's sleeping. We can get started. Finally. Brad woke up, he was a little dazed and wondered what had happened. He was no longer in the recliner but was in a bed, he looked around the dark room and didn't recognize the room. Where was he, what had happened, where was Angel and what had Jack done that he doesn't remember what happened. In his mouth was a gag and he was sprawled out naked and secured in the bed. He heard footsteps in the hallway and the door opened. He squeezed his eyes shut by the bright light that met him. Angel stood in the doorway and stepped towards him. Oh honey you are awake. Finally, I was getting worried that you wouldn't wake up. Brad wanted to ask what had happened but the ball in his mouth made it impossible. Don't talk Angel said, you probably have a lot of questions but I will tell you what happened. I love you baby said Angel, I know you will do anything for me and I want you to prove it now. Jack here will train you, he will make you a cock craving meth whore. I want this so bad baby, I want you to have an open pussy and crave cock and seed. That's how I'll be able to take you in. I want you to join my club boys: the ball-less whores. From the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you in my club. Little by little I isolated you more, and got you ready for your new life. Soon I'll call your parents and tell them we're going on a road trip and we won't be available for a while. They like me and they know you like to travel so that won't be a problem. Brad didn't know what he heard, did his girlfriend just say she wanted him to have an open pussy and crave seed and cock. I know she said it's a lot to take in but when I come back here you will be begging to be fucked instead of fucking my pussy yourself. You will also be begging for me to remove your balls. Because all you will want is to make me happy. Brad wanted to yell bitch but he couldn't, he started to thrash wildly on the bed but it didn't do much good because he was tied up. Angel came and sat next to him and stroked his hair and said, you're probably thinking right now that you won't break and that you're straight but I assure you, you'll thank me. You are not the first to think this. See you later baby and enjoy your transformation. Love you. I will be back for youre test. Angel went out of the room and Jack came in. Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

"I think I'm gonna cancel. I don't care who wins and besides, tomorrow's Valentine's day. Let's snuggle up and watch it together." This was my usual bullshit and she wasn't having any of it. "This is your usual bullshit," she said patiently. "You know you'll have fun. You love John!" "..." "Frankly I'm offended you tried to use Valentine's day. Have some self respect." She was genuinely kidding. I laughed and said, "I admit I panicked. But you're right. John is awesome and I should go." John was awesome and I did want to go. ***** He was right around the corner. We had a six pack in the fridge so I grabbed that and walked over. I knocked a couple of times and he opened the door. "Hey! I didn't think you'd come. How's Sally?" "Oh she's great. She sends her regrets but would rather die than watch the Superbowl." John laughed more than he needed to and I came inside. There were only a couple of other guys there. He hadn't said, but I assumed John would have a bigger crowd but in fact there were just a two other guys. Both of them were like visibly gay. John didn't read as gay. Big and burly, he seemed like one of the guys. I definitely wasn't homophobic but I felt a little uncomfortable because I sometimes had gay fantasies. I'd never acted on them but at this point in my life I kinda figured why not... And I had a crush on John... And I think he knew it. We were all enjoying John's margaritas and I realized going over without eating lunch had been a mistake. One of the other guys, Tedd, took a liking to me. He was maybe mid 30s, but with a youthful look. i liked his tattoos and told him so. John was being his usual charming self and made sure my drink stayed full. He also made sure to be cool, cornering me as I came back from the bathroom and saying seriously "Hey, Tedd wants to fuck you. That's fine with me but I know you and Sally have a good thing going so think twice.. and make sure you know what you're in for." My tongue was loosened by the Tequila. "Tedd is fucking hot." Then I lied. "Sally knows I mess around with guys." He reached his hand back and down my jeans. His finger probed my anus. My dick started to stiffen. "He's got a big dick and you're really tight.... But alright faggot, have fun!" He said brightly. **** I wandered back into the living room as John's other friend was leaving. "Tell John I said bye. I've got a shift." I sat back on the couch. It was half-time. I was so horny and drunk and nervous I'd lost track of the game. Tedd sat next to me and got right to it, undoing his pants and pulling out his cut dick. I stared, frozen for a moment. He grabbed my head and gently pushed down. I scrambled down and sucked his penis into my mouth. My first time. It was harder than my girlfriends and wife made it seem! I struggled to take him as he got hard. He kept calling me "Bud". It was weird. "Suck my cock, bud." "Yeah that's it, bud." "You want to get fucked in the ass, bud?" My heart skipped a beat. I pulled my mouth off him and said "Yes... But here?" "Oh it's fine. John knows what's up. He said he was gonna work out. His equipment is in the garage." "Don't worry. I'll get some lube, bud." He headed into John's bedroom and I heard him in some drawers. I kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans. I pulled them off with my underwear leaving me nude from the waist down. I pulled off my shirt next. I was buck naked in my gay neighbors place waiting to get fucked in the ass by a man. My heart was pounding. He came back with a big pump tub of lube and what I recognized from gay porn I'd watched as poppers. Tedd maneuvered my body so I was on my knees on the couch facing the back. "Does John have any condoms?" "I didn't find any, bud." He squirts a glob of lube on his hand and slops it on my hole and slicks up his cock. He comes up behind me and hands me the poppers. "This'll make it easier, bud." I inhaled and my head spun for a minute. He slid inside me. Tedd fucked me hard, slapping against my ass. His dick was big and uncomfortable inside me but I loved it. It was hot knowing he was fucking me bare. He was definitely going to breed me, I was sure of that. I could tell he was close. I could tell he was trying not to cum. He didn't last. He pounded my hole for a few seconds and then pulled out. I stayed still, panting, as he jerked more cum against my hole. "fuck, you've got a tight hole, bud."

On Grindr. Hit up by sweet bl/bl Twinkie at my alma mater. I arranged to meet him in a basement men’s room on campus. Old style with squeaky doors and a couple of turns before you can see the stalls. He came in. Whipped out some poppers. We made out in the stall, sucked each other. Then someone else came in to take a dump. The kid went into another stall and sent me text that he would come back when the pooper was finished. He left. I watched some porn and the pooper finished up. The twink cam back to find me ass out. He plunged in raw. Fucked me in the stall. Bb of course. Then I moved out into the room and faced the wall, arms bracing me while he assaulted my ass and filled it. He kept fucking for a minute or so after coming. Then ate my ass. I jerked off on his face. Great fun.

Am I the only one turned on by Japanese style bukkake and gokkun? I love the photos and video where the girls are crying and humiliated but when I view it I pretend it's me being forced to drink all that cum. Unfortunately, there is very little gay bukkake / gokkun on the internet.

PART 1 i was 21 when i got pozzed. i happened during a vacation in the USA. i was visiting NYC with a friend of mine. one evening i decided to go to a bathhouse i ended up in a cruising club. there were only a handful guys my age. most guys were around 35 - 40. after 30 minutes walking around in my towel i got eye contact with a hot ripped black dude. he started following me so i decided to drop my towel so he could see my ass. he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. he asked my where i came from because i didn't look American. i told him that i came from amsterdam. we talked some more. he asked me if i wanted to go to his cabin; i said yes. In his cabin he also dropped his towel and i was amazed by his enormous dick dangling. i asked how big it was and he told me it was 11.5 inch when it was hard. he asked me if i could take something that big in my ass. i said i never had a cock that big but that i already played several years with some big and long dildo's. i started to lick and suck his cock that started to grow and began to ooze precum. He turned me around and made my hole wet. Then he put his finger in a bag, when it came out it was covered in some white powder. he said that it would relax me more. he stuck his finger up my ass and start moving around. My ass started to burn. but he told me that the burning feeling will go a way. i was laying flat on my stomach legs spread while he lube up my ass and started to shove more fingers in my ass. a stranger feeling started to come over me. i was getting hot and became super horny. i started to push my ass up so i could feel his fingers deeper. he stopped and started to mount me. i felt the head of his huge cock pressing against my sphincter. he then said to me: "listen, i'm not wearing a condom because my cock is to big. and even if they would fit i don't use them. hate the feeling. you can leave now if you don't like it...". until that moment i only fucked bare with close friends. but i was so horny that i replied with "fuck me". he grabbed my shoulders and thrust his hips forward. my ass gave way for his huge cock. my ass was used to big dildo's but didn't prepare me for his black rod. i wanted to scream but he placed his hand over my mouth. he shove his dick deeper in side me. only the last 2 inch didn't go in. so he grab some poppers and held it under my nose. "inhale deep" he said. "more". after i inhaled deep he told me to hold my breath, but after 10 seconds i wanted to exhale via my nose, but before i knew he held my nose shut with the other hand. i started to struggle but i was pinned down. he was suffocating me. i saw stars and started to blackout. He took away his hand. at the same time i gasped for air he pushed his hips forward. my second sphincter gave way and he sank his whole length in my ass. the feeling was so intense that i could only moan softly. my body was shivering. after a few minutes i felt his cock slowly retracting. he grab his bag again, so i turned my head and saw that he was putting a good amount on the tip of his cock. then i felt how he shoved his cock deep in me. "in a few minutes you will meet Tina again and this time she will make you go wild". i had no idea what he meant and i didn't care. he had me in his power. then i felt a rush going trough me. i became warm. he saw me grabbing my hair and knew that the Tina did his job. he grab my wrists and put them above my head. his hips start to move. slowly he took out his cock a bit and plunged it back in my ass. with each stroke he pulled out more of his BBC. His strokes became longer and faster. then he said "your ass is great i can't hold back my first load much longer. do you want me to cum?". i replied with a loud moan. "you want me to keep fucking?" he asked. again i replied with a loud moan. "if you want me to cumfuck you... then tell me that you wanted it." he said. "do you want my cum?" he asked. I moaned back "yes". "Inside you?".... "Yessss. come inside me!". "No matter what?"... "Noooo... i want all!". "are you sure?! i will knock you up... merge my DNA with yours"... "My ass is yours... make it yours". Then he started to grunt. "I'm cumming" he shouted. he plunged his dick deep in my ass. i felt the cum shooting out. he waited a few seconds and started fucking me again. "I'm still coming... do you feel my toxic cum breeding you?". i heard him say 'toxic' but i was to high to process what he said. "Breed your bitch!" i moaned. MORE TO CUM!

I don’t care what the community or anyone else thinks for that matter!

The concept of a gay man seducing a straight man into sex seems to draw its allure from the sense that the straight guy would normally be unobtainable - and we want most what we cannot have. But the sharp, immutable separation between “gay” and “straight” is a myth that was dispelled 74 years ago with the publication of Kinsey’s Sexual Behavior In The Human Male (1948) in which he debuted the Kinsey Scale. The Kinsey Scale illustrates the findings of Kinsey’s comprehensive research, which found that sexual identity is a fluid and changeable spectrum, and very few people occupy its extreme ends. For more on this, check out: [think before following links] https://kinseyinstitute.org/research/publications/kinsey-scale.php In the years since Kinsey’s publication, other studies and scales of human sexuality have been developed to refine Kinsey’s foundational concepts. One notable scale is the Klein Grid, which reflects the possibility that a person’s sexual orientation may change over time. You can take a simple assessment to see where you might land on a Klein Grid at: [think before following links] https://bi.org/en/klein-grid I never think about whether a guy who fucks me might be straight because: A) To my mind, a “straight” man is someone whose sexual attraction is, by definition, exclusively to women, so if he’s sexually motivated enough by a male body to fuck it, he cannot be, by definition, “straight” as the term is defined. Excuses like “My girlfriend won’t put out and I need a warm hole to nut in” don’t hold any water; a truly “straight” man would find the very idea of fucking a dude repugnant. I am very well aware of Kinsey, so I realize that such labels are basically meaningless anyway. B) I’m a bisexual. I married a woman and had exclusively hetero reproductive sex for over a decade, and produced offspring. The sex was good. After that ended, I shifted gears and the sex is good. If in the unlikely future event of my finding another suitable female partner, I would switch gears again, because I do monogamy when I take a vow. But because I myself order from the full menu, it doesn’t occur to me to wonder whether anyone else is any different. C) And it’s not as if it matters anyway; my purpose is to serve the sexual need of men with my body. Not just certain men, but any man, and every man who seeks it, without criterion, including his “orientation”. The only thing I need know is that he wants to fuck me; if so, he is automatically entitled to it. D) I am very well aware of Kinsey, and so even if I did somehow think to wonder if the man cunting me were straight, I would instantly get bored thinking about it because the question would be meaningless. A more interesting question is, when a woman is pegging me with a strapon and doing as good a job as any Alpha, do we think of her as a straight woman?

Lucky Kid...what a conversion party...the Kis is now a toxic Poz cum dump whore to be...the fuck flu is racing down the freeway...lucky boy!! And yes, more toxic Kid Poz adventures!!!!!

Looks like I had a lot of responces on the lalst chapter. Hope this gets as much I am working on another story for the Kid If this gets a lot of interest I will publish the next saga for the Kid

Was driving home from work and stoppped at a rest area to take a piss. I noticed two guys at the only urinals. One an older guy with a huge shroom head jerking off the other, younger bent over ass out. I start rubbing my crotch and the older guys steps behind the guy with his ass out and starts fucking him. I start getting hard and pull my cock out. The older guys cums and pulls out. I take a moment to finish getting hard before I slide my aching cock into that warm freshly bred hole. No lube necessary as his hole was just freshly filled with a hot creamy load. I enjoyed the older guys cum on my cock as I pumped in and out. Eventually shooting my load deep inside of him. Unfortunately it was only a quickie though as it tends to be rather busy that time of day.

I'm travelling in Belize and have been on one of the islands for a while. Grindr isn't really used here so there were only 3 profiles on the island, none of them interested me at all. I am leaving in 2 days so gave up hope to get a load in my ass, but tonight suddenly someone was very close to me, he said he always uses condoms though. He's not the type I'd normally give my hole to Because we're in the same hotel it'd be easy for both of us and he decided to give it a go, I'm now jerking off with his load deep inside my guts.

Most of the time I can feel the guy unload in me. The loader grunts, moans & the heavier breathing with the extra pace of him fucking me gets me prepared to take his load. I can also feel most cocks throb & twitch just as they shoot. The warm sensation i can usually feel in my ass if his load is a decent amount is the obvious giveaway 😂😂 I'll never forget a guy I hooked up with that was on holiday from Brazil about 4 years ago, great thick cock around 7.5" with big balls. We hooked up at a nightclub and went back to my place. During the kissing, undressing, cock sucking etc he asked if he could fuck me without a condom as he cums alot and feels uncomfortable. I replied i wasn't going to ask you to wear one anyway 😂 He rimmed me for ages, used a little bit of lube and fucked me missionary the whole time. Wasn't interested in other positions. He didn't break rhythm, make much noise and all of a sudden I feel this warmth inside me yet he is still fucking me like he is building up to it. About another minute passes and I can still feel the warmth in me yet still no reaction from him!!. Just as I was about to ask if he had cum he stops and pulls out slowly. I thought he had pissed in me i really did! I felt it running out without effort from me. I then pushed out and it was like a fountain. I was a gusher! Lol The amount was unreal. I've been fucked by 3 guys and then pushed out their loads and wasn't half the amount of cum I pushed out with this Brazilian guy. He must not of cum in like 2 weeks or something. Haha. His big balls were definitely drained, just can't believe he didn't grunt or indicate he was unloading in me especially with that volume of cum. I understand why he doesn't like fucking women, probably would get them pregnant first go. Haha

A few weeks ago, I was parked and edging at a rest stop, hoping to get lucky when a dominant top I've played with before walked from his car into the woods. I quickly pulled up my shorts and followed, my boner obvious to anyone who looked at me. I arrived at what I call the "fuck tree" and dom top quickly took charge, shoving his tongue into my mouth, and pulling up my tank top to start roughly working my nipples - he knows exactly how to get me fired up and begging for cock. I was soon on my knees with his thick 7 inches in my mouth, sucking like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed by head and started forcing his cock deep into my throat, chuckling as I gagged and slimed over him. He pulled out, grabbed my nipples and pulled me to my feet, pushing me back against the fuck tree. He dropped to his knees but ignored my cock, wiped my throat slime off his cock and using it to lube his fingers as he shoved them into my asshole. Every time we play he jams 2-3 fingers into my hole and starts jackhammering my prostate, turning me into a quivering mess until my cock spontaneously erupts into his hand and he smears that load on my face as a badge of shame. I was just starting to feel my load build when I opened my eyes and saw another man in front of me, an older gentleman I had played with on a regular basis a few years ago before losing touch. Older guy pulled out his thick 8 inch cock and I bent at the waist, letting the dom guy abuse and stretch my hole while I throated those gorgeous 8 inches. I was in bottom slut heaven when the two tops switched positions, dom guy grabbed my head and started face-fucking me, older guy started jacking off behind me and teasing me with his cock, taking a break from stroking to rub that cock up and down my asscrack and roughly pinch my nipples. A few hits of poppers and my head was flying, consumed with nothing but thoughts of animalistic sex. The nipple play and slow thrusts up my asscrack were driving me nuts but my attention was focused on the cock in my throat. Suddenly I felt the sudden stab of a thick cock invade my ass, burying itself ballsdeep in one thrust. I tried to scream but dom guys hands held my head firmly, and kept his cock buried deep in my throat. Together they started spitroasting me until I felt a pair of hands grip my hips and a hoarse shout telling me to "take that hot cum boy!". They pulled both cocks out and I slumped against the fuck tree. Older guy walked off but dom guy moved closer, kicked my legs apart, and jammed 3 fingers into my stretched ass - "we're not even close to finished yet" he said with an evil grin.

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 1: The Legend An old Scottish legend, echoed in the mythologies of several other proud and ancient lands, tells of a woman who is enticed away from home,husband, family, and everything of value to her by a demon who appears to her, taking the form of her dead sailor lover. Hamish McAlpine read the description in a respected online reference source and snorted indignantly. It was so completely wrong, on so many levels, that he couldn’t believe they’d actually had the nerve to publish such trash. For starters, he wasn’t a demon. Not even close. He was immortal, true, but that wasn’t how he’d been born, nor was it by his own choice. Some people might think he’d enticed Alan, although he could have sworn it was totally 50-50 -- so who enticed whom? He had certainly not appeared as a dead sailor – what a ridiculous notion! Hamish could and did get seasick crossing a river. In fact, he had absolutely no power to shift his shape. All he could do was change his clothes and his hairstyle. He’d appeared as he always did – as himself, forever aged 32 “and a bit.” Most outrageous of all, the supposed “victim” wasn’t even a woman. Alan was a man – all man, the most sexy and magnetic man Hamish had ever met in his 988 years of life. And it wasn’t as if Hamish had ever lacked for interested men. He’d planted multiple loads of his immortal seed deep in the tight assholes of more than a few kings, ranging from Richard the Lionheart to Frederick the Great, with a little fling with James VI of Scotland thrown in along the way. He’d fucked, or been fucked by, dozens of men named in the history books, from the great through the not-so-great and all the way to the downright-dirty ones, down through the centuries. There’d also been a few missteps, a few intimate exchanges which ended badly with the party of the second part swearing vengeance, and demanding satisfaction. The results in these duels were predictable: Hamish would let himself be killed, then he would promptly resurrect, and the other man would either run screaming in terror or just blink and berate himself that his aim was so far off. Hamish had been immortal for so long that he scarcely recalled what his life had been like before it got extended indefinitely. He had vague memories of living in the servants’ quarters of a Scottish baronial castle, of acting as a footman, opening doors, bowing, delivering food from the kitchens to the Great Hall. His memory was a bit better when it came to his spare-time activities. Start with Neil, an apprentice armourer. Hamish had walked into the armoury one rainy afternoon, expecting to pick up a spear that was being rebalanced for the Baron. Instead, he found Neil bent over with the blacksmith’s spear embedded in his rear gate. Hamish had gotten down on his knees to suck on Neil’s cock, and soon pulled the sperm up and out as the blacksmith filled the young guy’s ass with his load. The blacksmith pulled out and went back to his forge but Hamish stayed when Neil invited him to fuck him some more. Hamish had driven his cock right into Neil’s butt, still full of the blacksmith’s seed, and the sensation soon drew his own cum up and out, filling Neil up to the point where the combined loads of sperm gushed and squirted out as Hamish kept pounding into his hole. But Neil was by this time getting hard again, and he pulled away, turned around, bent Hamish over, stripped away his clothes, and swiped a handful of the cum from his ass as lube. This was Hamish’s first time getting fucked, and it hurt like hell. He could hear the blacksmith laughing in the distance as the cries of pain were ripped out of Hamish’s throat. But the cries slowly evolved into moans of satisfaction as it became apparent that, in this area at least, the apprentice had definitely mastered some skills. Neil proved to be a first-rate top as well as a pliant bottom, and that combination of gifts kept both of them happy for the next year or so. But then Neil left, to take up a position as blacksmith and master armourer at another castle. More memorable still was Ian, fellow footman with a slim, firm body, blazing red hair, and an equally roving eye. It didn’t take any time at all, after Ian was recruited onto the castle staff, for Hamish to recruit Ian for after-hours extra work. Ian was the kind of man who would bend over any time for any man who asked and Hamish asked – early and often. They started with quickies snatched on the fly in the storage cellars, on the back stairway, or after hours in the kitchen. Hamish would walk up behind Ian, rub his hand across the seat of Ian’s breeches, and the younger man would turn to putty. Hamish would yank Ian’s breeches down, bend him over, release his own hard cock from his clothes, and proceed to plow that lovely Scottish ass with its light coat of flaming red hair. Even after Hamish had fucked him dozens of times, Ian’s hole remained delightfully tight, and it took very little time – sometimes as little as two minutes – before the tightness, and Ian’s quiet moans, pulled Hamish right up to the brink. Then he would pound ass, as fast as he could go, until his cum exploded in a frantic burst of energy inside Ian’s hole. Later on, Hamish reached a senior footman position and got a room of his own. It was cold, drafty, and dark, and the straw pallet was all he had in the way of a bed but still… it was private. Ian and Hamish enjoyed many hours of their off time, romping on that pallet. It gave them much more latitude to explore a whole variety of positions for sex. Since Ian’s cock was both shapely and not too thick, Hamish always enjoyed sucking him off. Ian particularly like the nights when Hamish would take him through their entire repertoire of positions, fucking him up, down, and sideways for several hours and planting several loads of seed deep in the redhead’s ass. In time, Hamish got hold of a bigger pallet and they were actually able to sleep together. Ian just loved cuddling up to Hamish after a good, hard fucking, and falling asleep with Hamish’s arms wrapped around him. There was no real love on Hamish’s side of the relationship. To him, Ian was a damn good fuck with a firm body who was always ready, able, and willing – but that was it. Ian understood that, and didn’t resent it, being grateful to always have hot sex there whenever he wanted it (and that was often). Life got a bit more tiring when the Baron’s second son, Robert, took to summoning Hamish in the evenings to help him relax for sleep. That started after Robert caught Hamish and Ian one night, enjoying a quickie for old times’ sake on the back stairs. Robert’s favourite form of relaxation was to slide his far-from-tiny cock deep inside Hamish’s firm ass when Hamish was on his hands and knees on the bed. Robert would then drive inside that hole deep and hard, sometimes keeping going for as long as an hour, and cumming inside Hamish as many as three times in a single extended fuck. He also demanded that Hamish prove his “loyalty” by cumming too. Robert was far too fastidious and dignified to let the lowly Hamish fuck him or suck him, or even shoot on him, so Hamish had to make do with his hand, with his back turned to Robert (who was actually quite a pleasant sight when undressed), and with Robert’s cock slamming into him at top speed. It all made for exhausting sex as well as a fierce ache in the nether regions, and left Hamish sometimes too tired to do the honours for Ian. Life underwent a dramatic change when the Baron decided to revive his struggling treasury by selling the services of his “private army,” as he called it, to the English King, Harold Godwinson, for a generous fee. The “army” actually consisted of a ragtag group of peasants and shepherds, “organized” (to use a slightly misleading term) under the direction of the castle’s senior servants. The Baron and his sons were nowhere to be seen – sensibly, as things turned out. During the trip south to England, Ian died in a bizarre freak accident. He lost his balance while fording a river, cracked his head wide open on a rock, and that was that. Hamish didn’t mourn overmuch. It wasn’t as if he had fallen in love with Ian, so what he mainly was conscious of was that he’d lost his favourite outlet for his most significant talent. In any event, this journey ended when they joined up with the English army at the beginning of October 1066. The King and his forces were marching to meet the invasion of Duke William of Normandy. The clash was due to happen near Hastings. William, of course, was destined to win immortality and a throne by winning the battle, which altered the entire course of English history. Hamish, though, was destined to win immortality of another kind altogether. That was the one part of his story that was due to demonic interference. One of the Norman knights lined up to participate in the invasion of England had fallen prey to his fears the night before the Norman army sailed for England. He’d called on a local sorcerer who had conducted a black mass to lay a spell of invulnerability and invincibility upon his sword. It had worked – in the sense that the dark power had undoubtedly invaded and possessed the blade. The unforeseen consequence was that the power of the sorcerer’s black arts leaped into the 32-year old Hamish when the knight stabbed him to the heart, as the Scottish mercenary defended the English right flank. Hamish died – but then promptly resurrected in immortal form. Meanwhile, the unfortunate knight got killed seconds later by one of the English knights. The real pity of it all was that he was a definite looker, as Hamish saw when the dead man’s armour was removed. He’d have been happy to have enjoyed a week or three – or more -- of mutual fucking with a man as well-built and well-hung as that one. Oh, the ironies of fate. Hamish got more out of the knight’s meddling with the black mass than just immortality. He also got sent back to earthly life in perfected form. His face, formerly pleasant enough, became devastatingly handsome. His shoulders broadened; his waist tightened. His originally short cock lengthened to a seriously challenging, eight-inch-long, uncommonly thick, weapon of choice for his favourite kind of duelling. Add on a newfound, intimidating level of bedroom stamina and Hamish McAlpine had become a major challenge for all of the man-loving men who would cross his path for the next millennium or so.

Growing up, I think every single gay guy fantasizes about straight cock, and likely gave some semi-serious thought to various strategies that could make that happen (at least I did). Unfortunately, in many cultures, there's a huge stigma against straight guys doing gay shit with kind of a social penalty of being labelled as weak, less masculine, weird, etc. So, there's definitely a challenge in the social logistics to bringing em over to the gay side. Now, there might be some naive skeptics reading this thinking "What rubbish! Straight guys cant go gay. it's a hard wired piece of neurophysiology, part of their identity. Straight guys aren't attracted to gay guys nor do they fantasize about gay sex or gay kinks. They only like women, it's futile to even bother and that's that." Well, let me tell you something, you're HUGELY mistaken. Yes, I'm quite certain that a quite substantial chunk of the straight male population, at least in North America, have over the years come to dibble dabble in the homo pot. Yes, definitely and more than you’d expect. I’ve been hosting anon hotel pump and dumps for quite a number of years across NA and I’d estimate a consistent 30+% of my respondent demographic to identify as straight, and often married (usually dad types in their 40s to 50s). I’ve also had quite a few straight male friends over the years that were ok with me giving them a blowjob from time to time when I suggested it, some even did anal. It’s a different dynamic of course- no intimacy or those kinds of emotions and more of a sexual convenience type thing, and some even have weird ideas about kissing (too intimate or something?) or eye contact while you're sucking them off. Most of my blow buddies (this was during university) were most comfortable getting blown in the dark, usually late at night after beer (and sometimes 420) with me taking the initiative. Having said that, a few years later, I had two separate straight regular fuckbuds (at different timepoints)that were not only ok going bareback top AND bottom but also progressively got into kissing and body contact and all that stuff. Still straight, no lovey dovey type feelings (unfortunately, because I had heavy crushes for both) but were open to more hardcore stuff. I will mention (mods, please don't kick topic into backroom for this) that one of the fuckbuds had a coke addiction and he mentioned that the first couple months we met up, it was always and only prompted from being high. Strangely though, midway, he was able to stop his coke addiction and yet we were still fuckbuds for a couple more months until I had to leave town. Over the years, this has kinda become a fetish of mine (not in a creepy way) of making friends with certain straight guys and seeing if they would be up for a blowjob (damn, it really does sound creepy when I write it down). Some types of guys tend to be more amenable than others and I think half the battle is being able to read their disposition before popping a suggestion. This is pure speculation on my part and it doesn't always work out at all but some traits that I think kind of stand out to me are 1) the guy is comfortable with the concept of casual sex and has experience with it, the sketchier the approach (doublelist, any sort of online forum/chatroom, hookup apps) the better. Sometimes there's just a kind of a vibe that the guy is very sexually open to whatever. 2) Tattoos - I have no idea if there's a connection tbh but more often than not, the ones that say yes for me have a tattoo. 3) They experienced gay stuff when they were younger, either sexually abused by a male relative or jerked off with friends, whatever. I have a straight suck-bud here in Calgary that had the former happen to him and when I asked him about it, he said yeah even though he's straight somehow there's an association between the details of his abuse and being sexually turned on. He doesn't think of it as reliving the abuse though but rather he said that it's an enjoyable experience and it's his own way of having a degree of control over things. I don't really understand his description tbh but childhood experience as a predictor makes sense because they've basically already crossed that first psychological hurdle of trying homo fun 4) Alcohol (420 etc) - I don't know if alcoholism is a trait or if the alcohol is simply a tool to lower inhibitions or if being drunk gives them the excuse to go for it, I'm not sure, but I think it's something worth keeping in mind. Overall, I personally think that there is a continuous spectrum across male straightness the same way there is a spectrum across gayness/queerness. I also think that the huge cultural stigma against straight guys trying gay stuff has become less prohibitive for whatever reason. In any case, the moral of the story is that there's a solid portion of the straight male population out there that's open to indulging any residual straight fetish you may have lingering from your teen years. Don't be pushy or weird or creepy about this, especially in public, but for a select few, under the right circumstances, with the right social navigation, that cock can be all yours!

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.

Ever since I took on the idea that I was attracted to men, craved the need to be filled with cock as often as I can get it, and began to really enjoy every moment a man gave me as he used me as his cumdump, I never once thought about a relationship. In fact, a relationship with a man was the furthest thing from my mind once I started down the road of serving men, getting fucked by men and enjoying the feel of a man's touch all over my skin as he used me. Just the mere writing of this makes me tingle and makes me want to dress up and go prowling for cock. But prior to Christmas, not long after Thanksgiving, I had a chance encounter that changed my life. I was pumping gas into my car at a nearby truck stop. A trucker spotted me, liked what he saw from my tail section and just on the off chance I was what he needed, approached me. His flirtatious nature and curiosity won me over to slipping off with him to his rig and giving him my body for the next few hours. But each time we've spent since then he's become much more than just a "random encounter." He's now my "Pimp Daddy" and my lover. First he started out wanting to show me off to other truckers who were lonely, needy and horny. But over that course as I was taking loads from these 6 different other men, "Daddy" and I got closer. It wasn't as much about the loneliness of his cock and my ass but of our two hearts, bodies and minds needing one another. One night we admitted we each had "feelings" for the other and just a few nights ago we shared an intimacy that rarely is ever done .... not only did he make love to me but he then asked me to enter him, to put my cock inside his ass, and to make love to him. I've not fucked a man/gurl since the very early 2000s and really never wanted to do so again. But when Daddy asked me, I could not resist. It's taken our relationship to a more meaningful level and a whole new level too. Now instead of texts telling me when he's coming on a run, when he's dropped his load at the destination and when he's within an hour or so of "our truck stop" he calls me. We talk. We laugh. And instead of getting right down to sucking and fucking, we converse as we're kissing, caressing and making each other feel special. Yes, I still fuck other men. Yes, the 6 other truckers still get at least one day (if they're in the neighbourhood) to fuck my ass. But when Daddy's headed in, the entire evening is his and his alone. Last time we started with a dinner and then went back to his truck. Next time we might meet at a different location for dinner or he might just pick me up in the truck and go out to dinner and then "retire" to a bedroom to make love. He enjoys that I'm still a "dump" for his needy friends, but I think sooner rather than later he's going to ask me to stop. And when he does, I will. There's something amazing about him.

The Pandemic has been bad for my sex life but sometimes the world gives you a surprise. Working from home, I have been going out regularly for walks to stop myself going freaking mad! It's been really stormy recently. Wind, rain, hail ..... you name it. I stumbled across two guys in a wooded area not far from my home. A guy was on his knees giving a blowjob. I was quite shocked - there was wind and rain all around and two guys enjoying themselves. Not what I usually see on a walk out. The cocksucker took fright and disappeared in a hurry leaving the guy with his long hard dick sticking out. I grinned as widely as I could and he gestured back by waving his hard cock in my direction. Well I knelt and started to suck. Long hard pointed torpedo of a cock and tight little balls. I guess the first cocksucker had been working hard because within a very short time I had a mouthful of the most delicious sweet creamy jizz you could imagine. My friend zipped up, patted my head and buggered off. I didn't even get time to get my own hard cock out. But that jizz tasted soooooo delicious!

took 2 loads from 2 older Black men at vid store today. Plus one load from another Black guy in my mouth.. Gave a load to a married guy before i headed out

I’ve been bred by identified straight men more than once in the bed of one of their (young) children or in the family living room with toys everywhere.

I guess I'm with the majority here, if it's a cock attached to a man and I'll get cum for my efforts, The smallest I ever had as a regular was an older guy with maybe 2 inches if I'm being generous, but he was also my first and I got several loads from him. The largest was a rather verbal and dominant male with about 8 inches and almost 2 inches thick. I sucked him once and never saw him again. I was lucky to eventually find a younger Hispanic guy with about 5 inches and just about 1 1/2 inches thick. He fed me 2 loads on his first visit and I asked if he would like to try again the following week. 9 years later he was still my regular cum feeder. I did suck and swallow occasionally but preferred him. Good things come to an end it seems. I haven't heard from him for just over 3 months so I expect it's over. Too bad. I would love to have another regular, Cock size doesn't matter as much as the load size and frequency. I would love to swallow as many loads of my regular's cum as he's ready to shoot for me to swallow.

Shaved. More enjoyable to lick and suck.

PART ELEVEN As I waited, still pretty disappointed that Daddy/Mr Rose didn't fuck me I started getting hornier & hornier. I decided to download Grindr on my phone to see if there were any guys nearby that'd be able to help me out. As I waited for the app to download there was a toot of the horn as my uber arrived. It kinda looked familiar but I couldn't really place where from as I did my best to get into the back seat as ladylike as I could. "Two rides in the one night from the one beautiful young lady! Tonight must be my lucky night!" The driver said. He must've been the driver when I was in the car with Daddy earlier in the night. I'd not really been paying attention to him earlier but he was kinda cute. He'd have been in his mid 40s at a guess and seemed in pretty good shape. I was feeling really slutty so I thought I'd see how he reacted. "Play your cards right honey, and you might get even luckier" I replied as seductively as I could. "How does three rides in the one night sound." "Um....look...I'm happily married with a sleeping wife and a couple of kids at home....I'm not sure it's for the best...." "Listen honey...I'm sure as hell not gonna tell anyone and if you go anywhere near my pussy I'll tell Daddy and you'll get your ass kicked. There's a nice little alley down the side of my place, how about you drop me off at my place, we make a little trip down there, I pull up my dress & down my panties & you give my arse the pounding that it needs?" "Well I guess..." "I never have any condoms coz Daddy wants to knock me up and I only sucked his cock before. I need some cum inside me and if you don't wanna do it, I'll find some other lucky guy who can OK?" The tablets had turned me totally into a slut but I really didn't care - I was so turned on, my inhibitions had gone & I needed to be fucked. I found a bottle of lube that Addie had kept in her bag (she brought lube, I brought condoms when we fucked!) and undid my seatbelt, shifting myself so that my arse was in easy reach for myself. The sound that I'd undone the belt started to echo through the car and just as the driver was about to admonish me, I cut him off. "I'm just getting myself ready for you honey and if you wanna make sure you don't end up with some of this lube on your car seat, you'll just concentrate on the road for the (I looked over to the console) 8 minutes left in the trip and block out the sound." Taking the opportunity, I leant over & rubbed his dick through his pants. "Maybe think about how good that cock of yours is gonna feel up my teen arse OK?" I whispered in his ear. His moan and hardening cock made me feel soooo good. I was such a slut! As he drove the last little bit to the apartment block, I carefully pulled down the panties a little bit so my "secret" would remain well hidden still and coated a couple of my fingers in lube and slowly pushed them inside my arse, opening it up. I was being such a slut, but I really didn't care. The driver kept stealing glances in the rear view, watching me finger myself but that didn't worry me in the slightest, he was gonna be deep in my arse soon enough anyway! "You're not getting much at home are you honey" I purred as he shook his head while I was finger fucking myself. "Well tonight your little slutty friend's gonna take care of all of that. Just park here and we can go down the side." He was down the alley faster than I was and found the exact spot that I was thinking, right between a couple of big dumpsters. "Not the most romantic place, but this isn't about romance, it's about you fucking my tight little arse until you cum OK?" "What if someone walks past though?" "Well, we'll just have to be quick" I replied, unbuckling his belt & pulling his pants & briefs down with my "clean" hand. I started stroking his cock with my other hand which still had some of the lube on it, "Though from the feel of this you mightn't last long anyway" I turned around, hitching the dress up so he could see my arse in what little light there was. I'd barely turned around before I could feel his cockhead pressing against my hole. "And like I said don't even thinking about touching anywhere near my pus.....OHHHHHHHHHH" His cock slowly started to inch its way inside me. Not having the poppers made it a little harder than I thought it was going to be but it wasn't too long before I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as his hands were on my hips. "Ohhhhhhh fuck yes, it's as good as I'd hoped" he groaned as he really started to work me over. I could hear muffled voices in the apartments a few floors above but I knew they'd have no chance to see us, same with the cars driving up & down the street. I was being such a brazen slut but I really didn't care. I was holding onto the dumpster for dear life as my arse was getting a few years' worth of sexual frustration taken out on it. "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...did you want me to pull out?" "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" I snapped back. "I don't take facials, and dry cleaning this will be a bitch, cum in my arse!" "Are you sure? But what about OHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and his hands grabbed my hips harder than I'd ever been grabbed before. He stood there shuddering behind me, until I was sure every last drop had been emptied inside me. With one hand still on the dumpster, I fished around in the handbag and pulled out a couple of tissues. "Here, let me clean you up" I said, turning around. I think he was thinking I was going to wipe his cock clean with the tissues but I slipped them into the panties to soak up any of his cum that might've leaked out. I took his shrinking cock in my mouth and licked it completely clean. I knew his cock was covered in cum, lube and God knows what else, but I knew it was part of my role as a good little slut. "Mmmmm 5 stars from me...hopefully I'll see you again!" I said, strutting out of the alley while my new friend was still in a state of shock. I punched the security code in, made my way to my apartment and fell sound asleep, fully satisfied. END OF PART ELEVEN

Fuckin awesome

Love being watched i use to be in the rest areas all the time till they fenced them all off and started to patrol them in Massachusetts There was one guy with a huge cock that was in there as much as i was that i ended up hooking up with over and over again that loved to get blown with an audience, guys would line up to watch and take their cocks out..he would interrupt me sucking him off and grab me by the hair and either drag me over to the next guy with his cock out and point to the guy and tell him to put his cock down my throat...he loved to see them cum in me..and so did i one night we had an audience of 6 guys that all lined up came down my throat before going home to their wives i suspect and he was always the last to cum down my throat. I got friendly with this guy and use to take him home where he would tie me to this support pipe in my old 1700's House and face fuck me and slap me around...Unfortunately he didn't and to this day doesn't like to fuck. My last wife and i only lived together part time and she sensed something wrong in our relationship. One night she put a tracking device on my truck and decided to come back to see where i was. and she pulled into the rest area and walked up to me with HIS cock in my mouth...that was 13 years ago and probably was for the best...lot easier having men here than at the rest area though i still go once in a while. i use to wonder if i'd still be hanging around rest areas and bookstores lookin for cock, so now IM OLD and i know..and every time i do find a hard cock i just hope it's got a new strain to pass on. The rest areas are kind of like the Old West around here now just remnants and a lot of old timers resistant to the changes we've been forced into..The 80's and 90's were hot you could find anything you wanted THOSE WERE THE DAYS

The first men who ever fucked me did me raw, though they did use a lubricated condom to open my virgin hole at first before discarding that awful rubber to the other side of the van. Very few men have ever fucked me with a raincoat on and I prefer it that way. I love the feel of a man inside me - not a man covered in synthetic garbage. But if a guy's scared and wants to use one, I won't turn him down. I just won't enjoy it as much.

Such a hot Story! Thank you!

I've been following this story recently. Really good! It's striking a good blend of realism (e.g. his initial roommate problems) with hot fiction (e.g. the breeder-friendly clinic and staff). Ric's background has him out and proud about being gay, and confident about his poz status. When he was fucking Jack, he made sure Jack knew that the first one was free, but if he did it twice, he was locked onto a path to conversion. Loved that part! Gabe was even better when he started out hesitant, but once he was horny, demanded that Ric cum in him twice because he didn't get enough in him the first time. I love a greedy hole. One of my favorite lines was when Ric called out "Thanks, Jim. Let me know if its a boy or girl" in front of Jim's co-workers. This boy doesn't give a shit who knows, and I love him for it. Then there's the part where he casually works on corrupting the nerdy couple into fucking bareback. Laying the groundwork... :) With all of the references to your older story I'm going to have to find time to go back and read it (or re-read, I forget by now). Ric's high school year sounds really hot. It may have started out badly with the female hooker, but it sounds like he certainly recovered well and made the best of it - as any horny 18yo boy will. Looking forward to more!

I had been getting fucked by this twenty-something horny top hairdresser on a semi-regular basis. He always produced a condom when we got down to it. Sometimes during sex we’d mention fantasies either of us had to kinda feed into our play. On more than a couple occasions I mentioned taking multiple raw cocks as a fantasy as I had only been taken bare once. Otherwise, all prior had been wrapped. Well this particular time with him started no different. I was on a lounge chair, on my back, legs up, impaled with his just-under 8” covered cock. About 10 minutes in he pulls out leaving my hungry hole empty. I give him the “what’s up?” Look and tell him to shove it back in. He’s looking me in the eyes and I hear a snap. I look down and he took off the condom. I ask the question with the obvious answer, “ are you gonna fuck me bareback?” He places that cock at my opening and makes it disappear inside me. Within 2 minutes he’s deep seeding me while looking directly in my eyes. Pleasure and relief on both our faces. Yea… he never wrapped up with me again.

Amazing story! Just one suggestion. I make it as someone who has written here before. Finding time and coming up can be difficult. Although your stories are amazing, some are a bit long. Try to keep an even flow. Several of your stories have been broken up by a ------. This seems like a good point to stop the story and start a new chapter. Give it a week or so before the next chapter. Write stories in advance! I have to admit you have really mixed up the plot quite well! From the initial pozzing, to a love story, and what I'm sure will become a bf pozzing! Keep up the GREAT work!

hmm, alright, I'll try out kik and see. I've never has good experiences with kik though tbh - my impression before I deleted was mostly: extreme closet cases, bunch of catfish, pedophiles and pic collectors. Damn, maybe you're just really lucky, or you got the thiccest most inviting badonkadonk ever or something. I think for me, there was only once irl (excluding online) that I thought a straight guy was taking the initiative to start something and it wasn't even direct but just kinda alot of graphic innuendo (but some terms were dropped that were more on the gay side of pornhub than the straigth side) moreso than the normal university bromance banter while drunk sort of thing back in the day. But I didn't act on it, mainly because I generally am overcautious and tend to overthink things and I got the impression that there was a sort of weird psychological power move component(which some guys do get off on but I've never really understood) that I wasn't completely comfortable with. Maybe it's just my style or my being a bit of a control freak, but I prefer low key chill arrangements that's based more on mutual trust rather than a power dynamic. Very well said.Totally agree with you. I feel like North American society has over the years imposed a very narrow and kinda unfair standard of expected traits and norms on straight guys if they want to consider themselves as a healthy successful sexual man. As you said, the expectation of hypermasculinity is a core component, whether it be bio things like height, muscles, cock size, etc, or learned behaviors/cues like tone of voice, swag, posture, etc. Although androgenic secondary sex traits are I think generally major determinants of attraction in both homo and hetero worlds, I feel like in the gay world there's quite a bit more wiggle room for whatever reason in deciding the minimal fuckability threshold and is not as tightly correlative with androgenicity. whereby in the straight world, maybe perhaps because of the differences in partner number in that girls are expected to choose fewer partners (did you know that the avg # of sex partners/lifetime in the straight world is only 7? appalling right?), I think the constraints of their attraction standards are somehow more impactful? or maybe it's various other influences like media and such that reinforce a certain type of image to strive towards? So, I think the consequence of this is that straight guys further down the spectrum that fall out of this image are not only starved of sex but they may also have competing psychological influences to this image such as a desire for submission, tenderness, sensitivity, warmth or an appreciation of beauty (which tend to be associated as feminine psycho-social influences) which in turn may collectively encourage some to homo curiousity? This is pure speculation. By the way, we gay guys don't fully escape the effects of this image. Even outside the dating circle, I think there's a subconscious bias that links this image with arbitrary things like perceived capability in the workplace or authority in a group setting or trustworthiness to strangers. So interesting to hear confirmation that my suspected tattoo connection could be legit. Maybe the tattoo/alcohol/drugs/casual sex represents a certain mindset? Like one that searches across deviant or edgy behavior to satisfy/escape something? dunno. I wonder what other patterns laid out in plain sight we could be missing

It’s not, really, if you are the person being cheated on. Then it’s not hot at all. It’s a heartbreak.

rock-cock-jock I think you nailed it there. I don't go out seeking straight guys/boys, but they seem to key into me, or I put out some vibe or attitude they like or connect with. It's not a fetish per se, but not something I seek out. It's more I don't say no to it. And I agree with @leatcumholes that how they identify is more important than what I perceive or think. I've had a lot of straight boys complain about how gay guys are judge-y and call them out as not being truly "straight". And I agree with Maddy Morphosis, the straight contestant on Ru Paul who said there's lots of ways to be gay but only one way to be straight and most of the straight boys I get with say more or less the same thing. Its fucking stifling and tough to be straight when you have kinks or preferences that deviate even slightly out from the macho/machismo/toxic masculinity BS they have to conform to. They don't want something they do that is a very small part of their life to define them one way or the other. They don't need me piling on too. And yeah, I'm not making promises like fidelity, commitment, or monogamy to them. I'm here so they can have fun, be free to explore themselves and who they are, and not have to worry about all that other shit. As far as I'm concerned, taking it up the ass doesn't make you less of a man, it makes you more of a man, as does admitting you want it and need it. And your dick getting hard over another guy doesn't make you gay. But back to rock-cock-jock's points. I totally agree on tats. On the sketchier side, hell yeah. A straight guy has to worry about getting caught, so they're going to be on places that hide in plain sight like Kik or websites rather than apps. Apps can be found on phones, but websites you have to remember. Most of the straight guys who've hit me up are off of Kik from different chat groups. And most either already want raw or are open to it. On tats, pretty much every single straight guy/boy I've hooked up with has had at least one tattoo and most have/had several. I think it has to do with openness and non-conformity. An uptight person isn't going to get ink, let alone multiple tats. The more tats the more sexually open a guy is based on my anecdotal experience. And the more tats the freakier they are too. They're open to wilder stuff including raw and don't have a lot of hang ups or inhibitions. On alcohol or drugs, it's not for me to judge if they're alcoholics or users, most do it to relax, it's not something they HAVE to do or it's the "god, I was so drunk" excuse. It's something they're not used to, and the alcohol/drugs helps to lower their inhibitions or nerves. It's not that they have a beer and suddenly they want to bottom. Now, do I know some straight boys who are suddenly more "open" to getting gay if they get drunk/high? Yeah, I do, and I know I'll be judged for this, but I have no problems feeding that if it gets us where I want to go. But honestly, most straight guys just want a sympathetic bud to listen to them and not be judgmental. They get that from wives, girlfriends, parents, fiancées, and friends. They can confide things with me that they can't with anyone else. And I'm not gonna rat them out. And I do what they want and need and do it without complaint. And for some I give them what their wife, GF or fiancée can't give them. And I would say this to any of them, maybe you should treat them better or they wouldn't come to me looking for comfort, solace, and yes, PLEASURE. Because sister, you ain't giving them ANY of that!

6. Two Oranges Jaxton teeters at the playroom door taking in all the bondage and S&M equipment. He points. “Birthing station.” Mac is at his ear explaining the device at a forty-five degree angle with two large stirrups. “It’s for fisting.” Jaxton points several times, a little distracted by the trails coming from his fingers. “Fuck bench. Suspension bars, for stringing someone up. Good for a lash. Stocks, for clamping someone down. Fuck ‘em from behind.” “All that stuff. Next to the dildos?” Jaxton can only take in so much—this world is opening too fast. “Besides those dildos,” Mac continues, “collars, whips, tit clamps, riding crops, canes, floggers, harnesses, masks, hoods, bridles and mouth bits, ball gags, and of course various size butt plugs, finger thin to skull girth.” Jaxton starts stroking his cock in excitement. Points to another area. “That’s a medical examination table with equipment for medical play: urethral sounds, human speculum, horse speculum, forceps, e-stim equipment, dental mouth opener and cheek retractor.” Jaxton’s body quakes from over-stimulation. Mac massages his shoulders, pushes his long dreadlock to one side. “Sling with requisite ceiling mirror, but I’m sure you’ve seen that before.” Jaxton shakes his head no. “My barber kit. Where did I leave that?” Jaxton points and takes his first steps into the room intent on getting to a black leather mattress on the room’s far side. He looks around but Mac has disappeared. He’s sure he can make it on his own even with the room bending in odd shapes. The walls are black, the floor padded with black rubber mats like a gym. Red lights strung around the room makes him feel like he’s inside an inferno. He makes his way past the sling, past a whipping post, past a St. Andrews cross, finally to a black leather mattress. He flops onto the bed and rolls his head around looking for that hot ass he was boning a couple of minutes ago. There he is at the door, that Mr. McPherson. That hot daddy’s now wearing a leather vest and nothing more. Fuck yes he is! There’s a crack of lightning outside and the red lights flicker once then cut out. An electrical sizzle comes from the breakers close to his mattress. His body feels like it needs its own breakers because of all the neurons firing in his brain. The rooms pitch black for a lifetime of heartbeats. He’s relieve to be sightless. Wherever he looked the psychedelic trails were becoming too intense. It’s better to let his hand roam across his body, plucking his nipples, running his hand over his bush and stroking his big cock. It’s familiar and soothing and charged with intense sensation. He begins to run a hand under his heavy balls, over his taint and fingers his asshole. Then harsh emergency lights kick in; two strong beams pointing in opposite directions now illuminate the space. Residual smoke from the blown breakers spread across the room giving it a misty haze. It’s like he’s on some porn set complete with fog machines. He smiles to himself—it’s where he’s always wanted to be. His Leather Daddy emerges through that smoke, big, hard dick swinging, open leather vest still showing those silver nipple rings his mind’s fixated on. Leather Daddy grabs Jaxton’s legs, spreading his thighs apart. The stud rims his tongue deep inside his spread butt cheeks. Jaxton’s mind and body are ricocheting sensations and thoughts, but nothing overcomes this feeling of a powerful man tonguing his asshole. He’s fingering him and lubing him at the same time—the hot Leather Daddy can do anything he wants; he thinks he might even be saying that out loud. There doesn’t seem to be any difference between what’s inside him and what’s outside—he’s the universe and the universe is him. It can do with him whatever it wants. What Leather Daddy wants is to stick his amazing huge rod up his hole. He takes Jaxton from the rear, both of them on their sides. The man has one of Jaxton’s legs in the air and is slowly sticking his massive member inside Jaxton chute. It’s hard going at first because of its girth, but they both have the same goal in mind. Jaxton pushes back to impale himself, while Mac pushes in deeper. Jaxton’s got a long, deep hole and Mac is taking full advantage of that fact. It’s a complex journey, full of twists and turns, and Jaxton is enjoying every second of it. A thunderclap of immense proportion explodes over the house. The storm’s power charges his body—it’s majestic, terrifying, a breathtaking force of nature; a cyclone sucking the house and everything into the stratosphere. Fuckin’ Dorothy’s on her way to Oz. The storm shakes the house down to its foundations. The playroom has no windows; the crash reverberates through the walls like they’re inside a drum. Jaxton fingertips claws the mattress as he’s being fucked; he feels the tempest’s vibrations, but nothing compared to the fury that’s firing deep into his hole. It’s incredible how desperate a cock can want an ass. He thrusts back each time driving it in deeper; their balls clacking as they collide; testicle punishment becomes its own reward—he never knew something could hurt so good! Through this mesmerized pounding, felt all the way up to his small intestines down to his scrotum, he spies on the far side of the playroom Eddie lying on top of the exam table giving some scruffy tattooed guy his little jackhammer fuck. Eddie twists the guy’s butt back and forth. He’s glad it’s not him—but everyone should be happy tonight. He’s enjoying the night, all control of his bowels now lost. He’s totally into how hard Leather Daddy is crushing his battering ram into him. Leather Daddy’s so big it makes him piss uncontrollably. The only impediment standing this way of his complete enjoyment of the nigh is appearing through the fog, a massive, brutish guy kneeling in front of him. He’s not even sure if he’s real or imagined, but Daddy’s lifting his head indicating he wants Jaxton to suck this figure’s big, smelly, uncut dick. Fuck that noise! Jaxton does only what Jaxton wants to do. He shakes his dreadlocks in resistance. Daddy smacks his head. “Bad dog, no treat,” he barks at him. No. Fuck no! Now Jaxton wants to get up and fuck all this shit, but Daddy’s holding him down, pinning one arm back, still holding one leg up fucking the shit out of him, demonstrating that if he won’t suck the guy, the guy is going to join in the fuck. The hairy gorilla reclines holding his shoulders, pressing his hairy chest against Jaxton’s. He feels his slick cock painfully prodding his balls, searching for his chute. He should know Daddy’s already got that fully occupied. Jaxton is trapped with a new hard cock sliding under his balls and encroaching on his already stretched ass. The fucker doesn’t seem to care; he’s going in whether Jaxton wants it or not. Jaxton’s never squeezed his sphincter as hard as he is now trying to ward off anything more going inside him. Occupied, thanks anyway! His squeezing seems to please Daddy, which isn’t exactly what he’s going for. The gorilla’s slimy member is rubbing his taint, and he feels its head gliding alongside Daddy’s big dong. With a strong lunge the ape’s cockhead pops in. Jaxton wails and clamps harder pushing it out but the man’s massive foreskin remains. The man roars savagely and plunges his cock in deeper, shooting pain directly into Jaxton’s brain. The pain triggers endorphins that not only accepts the intrusion but relishes it. How can that be? His internal circuitry is sparking, his breakers blown. The ape rests for a second seeming to appreciate Jaxton’s submission at least of his cockhead, watches the sparks in his eyes. But just as Jaxton stops struggling, the guy starts up again pushing his massive cock in deeper. “Wait! Wait!” Jaxton yells, but Daddy grips him tighter, claps his hand over Jaxton’s mouth, and the gorilla stabs his ass again, until he’s got a good length of his meat buried. “Okay, okay,” he struggles to utter through Leather Daddy’s palm. “Let me get used to it, okay?” He’s trying to be reasonable, seeing he’s pinned in this position and can’t move anyway. Some part of his brain remains rational—he’s done with the cosmic bullshit he’d been attuned to—pain is real time. He just wants to negotiate his physical surrender, slowly. Daddy and the ape have other ideas. The hairy brute starts fucking him with half his cock inside, but each thrust puts him in deeper and is stretching Jaxton more painfully open. He can tell on an animal level that his captors are getting off rubbing their dick together with Jaxton’s colon as the object that’s jacking them. The more excited they get—Jaxton senses it by their increased rigidity and girth—the harder they drive their cocks into him. The two men are totally in synch with Jaxton screaming into Daddy’s salty palm. But there’s something driving Jaxton, too. A part of him enjoys it, craves this stretch, this hard fuck ripping him apart, grinding his inhibitions into complete submissions. It’s like when he falls inside a pitiless wave, has no choice in direction, gives himself up into the ride. The dopamine flows throughout his whole body. He’s easing into the pain and, in accepting it, becomes part of this duo making it a trio of bodies rising in exaltation. Sensing Jaxton starting to writhe in synch with both of them, Mac releases his hold of Jaxton’s arm, and Jaxton twists his head and slips his tongue in Mac’s mouth. Now Jaxton twist back and rubs the dark pelt that’s in front of him. “Good dog,” Mac says in his ear. The face isn’t bad looking; vicious, though; bad teeth. The brute’s looking right through him as if he’s not there, only a hole to be fucked. He likes this indifference. He seems to fuck him harder the more Jaxton warms up to him. He crushes Jaxton’s face with his big hands, spits, saliva running off Jaxton’s cheek, which he also likes. He opens his mouth and the hairy beast spits again. He and Mac pound his hole violently and Jaxton accepts it, pushes back defiantly on their cocks. His cock and balls nestles in the ape’s pubes, a black hair jungle his genitals rub against. The animal, teeth bared, grabs his man-bun and thrusts savagely several times leeching his cum deep inside. Mac’s right there, too, hot breath pitched in rapid breathing, straining his hips into Jaxton’s ass in rhythm of the brute. Jaxton feels the sudden extra slickness in his hole, hot spunk dribbling down a thigh. Rubbing his cock against the jungle of hair he spews his load unassisted into the dark forest, his colon clutching the two objects he feels he owns. “You like that, boy?” Eddie bellows across the room, Jaxton only now realizing he’s been yelling fuck my hole over and over. Not seeking a response from Jaxton, only commenting, Eddie turns back to the tattooed guy on his exam table. “Sit and spin, sit and spin,” he sings to him. Eros slips out of Jaxton, looks over to Tommy’s face seeing a strange combination of humiliation and boredom. He’ll make sure Jaxton pays for that. After oozing out of the boy, Mac tells Eros to get him in the sling. Most of the electrical smoke has dissipated, but the two emergency headlights cast the room in sinister shadows at the same time it illuminates skin too blindingly white. Eros leads the surprisingly affable kid to a sling and easily cuffs his arms and legs. He sits on a stool between the leg straps, take off the Crisco lid and slides a large wad of phosphorescent white paste into the kid’s dark crevice. “You be careful with my property, Eros, and I’ll be careful with yours,” sings a delighted Eddie. The kid will pay for that too. Eros slips in a thick finger into the kid’s wet hole causing him to grunt. Mac returns to the sling with hair clippers, scissors and a straight razor. A second finger goes into Jaxton stretched hole. Jaxton realizes what Mac has in mind, and starts building a crescendo of no-no-no-no, his bound hands waving back in forth in an impotent attempt to delay Mac’s mission. Mac approaches the sling answering amused, yes-yes-yes-yes. He bends down, whispering to Jaxton, “Eros takes care of one end, I take care of the other.” Panicky tears well up in Jaxton’s eye. The more fingers Eros adds the more tears, but it’s not the stretch of Eros’ big mitts that produces the tears. It’s the years of cultivating his image. It’s the snip-snip of each lock of hair that drops to the floor. “Eddie,” Jaxton cries out from the sling, “tell them they have to stop!” Eros jams in four knuckles. “Oh, fuck!” Mac has shorn most of his dreadlocks off. Now the clippers flips on with a horribly loud click and buzz. “Eddie!” he bellows. Eddie’s coked out of his mind—ignoring him or liking the sound of panic in the air—Tommy twisting on his dick like he’s the agitator of a washing machine and Tommy is a bundles of clothes. The boy cries in distress as Eros breaks through his sphincter with his thick palm, his hand fully inserted to his wrist. Jaxton’s colon clutches Eros’ huge hand in torment, pleading out loud to let him get used to it. He begs repeatedly, but Eros hears Eddie’s sing-song tune in his head, and balls his hand into a fist and spins it side to side pulling shrieks out of the boy. “Ease up, Eros. Ease up,” Mac says in a calming voice. “You’ll make me nick him.” He calls over to Eddie. “Hey Eddie, think this is short enough? A nice, clean cut blond boy for you, Eddie. Now about these tufts.” He takes the clippers to Jaxton’s left arm pit and glides off his hair. Eros pulls his hand almost out, then pistons back in. He repeats this again and again as Mac finishes one pit and moves to the other. Eros gets off the stool, lining his meat with his wrist, savoring how Jaxton is being transformed before his eyes. His erection is coming into form as Mac removes Jaxton’s pubic hairs. Eros gets hard watching the fight drain out of this arrogant kid. The boy’s acceptance become compliance as the victim locks eyes with him. He feels Jaxton’s sphincter give up the battle to keep his cock from penetrating him while his fist is still buried inside. Eros’ dick slides straight into his palm with only a trace of tears at the corner of Jaxton’s eyes. Eros squeezes his dick to get himself fully hard within the walls of the boy’s rectum. “Look Eros. An angel, no?” Mac studies his handiwork, using the straight razor to scrape away the last of Jaxton’s sandy pubes. Eros silently strokes his rigid flesh inside the boy. “A fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless.” Eros surveys the long, lean body under him: large, smooth balls flopped to either side, a dick shriveled yet still arresting lying over his hairless torso, a blond beauty, yeah—no doubt of that—panting in an agonized ecstasy. He feels his part in the fucker’s defilement, shudders, shooting a second load, pinching his thumb against his foreskin making sure Jaxton receives every drop of jizz. Mac stands back, his teeth blazing brilliantly white off the headlight beams. “And fallen angel are my favorite kind.” * Like the dying embers of sparks fading from his fingertips, excruciating hours of torment being passed back and forth from Mac to Eros, the night devolves into a blur. Jaxton’s broken. Coherent he’s not. Catching sight of himself in the sling’s mirror is someone else, someone unrecognizable, someone who’s a slut that’s passed around, even to the tattooed guy Eddie fucked, even on this rare occasion to Eddie himself. Jaxton’s given up. He confesses he’s a slut to whomever cares to listen. And no one particularly cares. After hours in slings, bred on fuck benches, fisted in birthing chairs, poked and prodded on examining tables, and forced to eat ass under rim seats—bottoming for each man two or three times—each degradation sapping his soul lower and lower, Eddie finally takes pity and brings him upstairs. At their bedroom door they hear muffled cries down the hall from the monk’s room. Eddie’s jittery from all the coke he’s been snorting, he’s not quite ready for bed. Jaxton tries to pull him into their room, but Eddie shakes him off and gives a few raps on the priest’s door. The naked priest answers holding a riding crop, gently slapping his palm. “Good evening, gentlemen. How delightful to see you both. Oh my, Jaxton,” he says, appraising him up and down. “You look absolutely transformed. A model right out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog, though I don’t really know about such things. But my manners. Please, come join us.” Jaxton slumps miserably in the hallway, his eyes pleading to Eddie. “Jaxton, don’t be a wet blanket.” Eddie pulls Jaxton into the priest’s bedroom. They witness Jesse blindfolded and gagged, his legs tied over his head. The boy’s butt is red with blisters, some wax has hardened on his testicles, his hole gapes with a prominent rosebud peeking through. “This is the pretty houseboy?” Eddie gasps in amazement. “Isn’t he just,” sighs Father Lucius. “He’s devilishly tempting, isn’t he?” Eddie’s pud is starting to rise. “You wouldn’t mind if I…just—“ “By all means. The more the merrier, I always say.” Eddie climbs on the bed and presses his dick into the boy. Jaxton slouches in the doorframe, not wanting to watch, but for once he’s not the victim so he impassively observes Eddie fuck the tied up kid. “Would you like a go?” asks the priest while Eddie humps away. “I would love it if I could have a go at you while you’re at him.” Eddie hears one more opportunity to take Jaxton down another peg, which causes him to quickly spurt into Jesse. “How many loads has the kid taken?” Eddie asks, getting off the bed. “I’ve been at him since this afternoon, but, believe it or not, yours is the first. Would you like to add a second?” he asks Jaxton. “Yes, he would,” Eddie answer for him. “I want to see you take Father Lucius’ anaconda, Jaxton. Let him fuck you while you fuck the houseboy.” “But I’m not hard.” Jaxton voice is low, filled with resignation. He’s tired, sees faint hallucinatory trails if he turns his head too quick, and doesn’t like at all the idea of being fucked by the monk. “Just put your dick against his hole and see what happens. As your boss I’m telling you, Jaxton.” Jaxton reluctantly climbs on top of Jesse and plops his flaccid dick on Jesse’s wet rosebud. Father Lucius sidles over his own butt and, with two hands, guides his behemoth down through Jaxton’s sloppy ass lips. It cold and slimy going in, something more reptilian than human. It continues still cold and slimy as it penetrates his second ring. The P.A. at the tip of his cock is even colder, ice cold, so cold it feels like it’s burning. However, it has a surprising reaction on him, one he can’t explain. The icy burn arouses his dick. It’s growing the deeper the icy fire inside him burns. The monk is starting to hump him just as he’s humping the kid under him. “Is he going to remember any of this,” Jaxton asks, picking up the pace to match the monk’s. “Not at all,” Father Lucius whispers in his ear. “Best kind of fuck is a drugged up fuck, I always say.” Eddie stands beside them, watching them go up and down, up and down—his face turning green. Father Lucius and Jaxton are definitely getting into a charged, erotic rhythm, Jaxton’s hand back on the priest’s bony ass, the other squeezing Jesse’s balls. The priest’s breathing heavy, feels up Jaxton flank and occasionally slaps his ass. The monk glances sideways at the actor. “Mr. Gleason,” says the alarmed priest. “You look quite ill.” Jaxton also peers over at Eddie. “Go to bed, dude. You’re going to pass out,” grunts Jaxton, getting excited as hell by the fire in his loins. If he’s going to do this, he doesn’t want to be distracted by Eddie, or, worse, see Eddie puke. “How’s he gettin’ home?” Eddie slurs, putting his hand on the wall for balance. “You’re right across the hall. Fuck,” Jaxton moans, as at that moment the entire mass of the monk’s flesh flows throughout his intestines taking over his guts. “See he gets home, Padre,” Eddie says, waddling his way out the door and shutting it behind him. As soon as the door closes, the priest hammers home his pelvis against Jaxton’s swollen hole, his tongue swishing in Jaxton’s ear. Father Lucius strains lustily, groaning as he releases his spew. “Stop! Shit! What is that?” Jaxton stops fucking Jesse, feeling an acidic liquid burning deep in his bowels. “You did not just piss in me, did you?” he says, disgustedly. “Not urine, child. Venom. I had to wait for Eddie to leave before injecting you.” The priest climbs off him. Jaxton’s horrified seeing drops of black liquid like crude oil spool from the priest’s his piss slit. Father Lucius sits with a sliver of a smile on the edge of the bed. Jaxton want to get off Jesse, but feels his joints stiffening to where even his smallest movement is increasingly difficult. “What’s happening to—” but he can’t finish the sentence. His jaw clamps shut. He moans wild eyed behind frozen teeth and wild eyes. He’s starting to panic. Eyes darting around the room, feeling even his eyes are beginning to rigidly stare straight ahead. “Sorry, but while the venom sets in, I need to prepare you for the next stage.” He strokes Jaxton back, trying to calm the boy’s whimpering. “Over countless years I’ve experimented with insects and plants that paralyze their victims before devouring them.” Jaxton convulses attempting to shriek behind his frozen face. So restricted are his movements there’s only the slightest twitch of his body. “No, no, no. I’m not going to eat you.” The priest is amused by the thought. “Although you would be a tasty morsel, I do admit. But I tease, Jaxton. I misspoke. Child, child, you are much too serious.” Father Lucius pulls Jaxton off of Jesse, and sets him up against the wall. “The paralyzing venom is the easy part. What’s next is much more difficult to explain.” The priest sits hip to hip next to Jaxton. At six foot seven, even sitting, the boy is still half a head higher than the priest. When he turns the boy’s face to his, he has to look up into his tremulous eyes. He kisses this beautiful boy lightly on the lip. But then his face turns serious: he becomes the teacher making sure his pupil pays attention. “In its basic form it’s simple transference. I like to think of it like skinning an orange.” He runs his soft hand down Jaxton’s hairless chest, through his shaved crotched, pulls his balls, runs his palm over Jaxton’s wiry thighs. “You know that special thrill you have when you manage to stick your finger under the skin of an orange, slowly separating the orange’s skin from its flesh, its juicy meat? The special thrill if you can get the peel to come off in one long spiral? You start at the navel and, inch by inch, work your way until the entire flesh is revealed? Well, imagine two oranges, both expertly peeled in this manner, both fruits’ flesh nakedly exposed. Swapping the two skins and covering up the oranges again, you’d never know what orange contained which flesh. It’s a flawed analogy, I know, but the best I can offer you. But you do understand what I’m saying, don’t you?” Father Lucius places his soft palm on Jaxton’s belly and pushes. Jaxton knows it’s not real, but he senses the priest’s hand under his skin, separating him from himself. His palm goes about its task over his shoulders, around his arms, down his torso, through his genitals, over and around his legs, his ass, under his back—his hand softly, soothingly flaying him—over his scalp and, finally, gently, separating his features from his skull. It’s a suggestion, at best—nothing that’s real or can be seen. “The interesting part, a tertiary effect of the venom aside from the paralysis and sloughing of skin—one I’m not sure the reason for, but I do recognize the truth of: during the transference, I feel what you feel and you feel what I feel. For instance, I hear your mind screaming its denial, that this isn’t real—though you will come to accept it is. I feel the terror building within you as my words lodge in your mind, the existential dread of being removed from your body, this body that has been with you all your life, the only corporeal flesh you’ve ever known. But, at the same moment, you must also be feeling how excited I am by what’s to come, how much I’m anticipate mounting you. Yes? Yes, I see it in your eyes.” The priest pets his cheek. Jaxton feels the fingers on his face and also feels the sensation of touching a young man’s face. “Such lovely eyes. I will take good care of them.” The monks goes to his satchel and takes out silver duct tape and places it on the bed. “You know, before you knocked, I was just about to release my venom into the houseboy and transfer myself to him.” He pats Jesse’s behind fondly. “I was enchanted with him the moment I saw him. I had finished punishing the body for its sins, but then He brought you to me. I sensed our connection on the drive here, at the pool. I saw how drawn you were to me, and I to you. I thinks it’s a far better exchange, don’t you?” The priest stands and moves his hand over himself as if he’s in a tantric dance, trailing his hands over every inch of himself, ritualistically preparing his flesh for Jaxton. “Best you not witness the creped flesh exchanged for the rejuvenated.” He closes Jaxton’s eyelids. “It would be just too disturbing. Trust me, there won’t be any pain, but there is a strange alienation, the familiar mixing with the disquieting: like a shirt put on backwards, or the feeling of a left and right shoes switched. One could get used to it in time, I suppose. Yes. In time.” Jaxton is laid face down on the bed. He feels a strange vibration throughout his body. His arms are moved behind his back and taped together. The paralysis is wearing off and he’s able to move but only if assisted. He’s righted to a sitting position on the bed. Still very weak, moving extremely slow with stiffened joints, he’s helped up to what must be a great height. He feels unsteady but a strong hands balance him. The sound of tape being pulled, then feeling tape wound round his legs. He feels he’s about to fall, but again a strong hand steadies him. His manages to pry open his eyes. The dark room lit by a flickering candle. He sees Jesse’s ropes have been untied, and somehow he’s grateful for that. The houseboy lies there asleep, breathing peacefully. He looks down and sees his penis is grossly deformed, monstrously large. His eyes dart in the dark, then land on his face, the face of Jaxton. Him, but not him; another’s flesh inside his skin. “You must think me the devil incarnate,” the handsome young man says. “But I can assure you tonight I’ve bestowed two gifts that Lucifer never would. One on the housekeeper, though I hadn’t intended it—a last minute pairing with you, left him with a priceless gem between his legs. Something I’ll have to rectify before my superiors catch wind. And this that I give to you, for you wouldn’t want it to, trust me, be otherwise. You won’t see it as such, but I give you a blessed gift.” He smiles, a boyish, slightly grievous curl to his lips, the merest gap in his front teeth. Three steps takes him to the back of the chair, which he gently tips it to one side. As he dangles from the beam above, spinning slowly, he sees the dazzling young man enclose himself inside the closet, patiently waiting for a new day. One he won’t see.

I’ll be staying at the Cheshire Motor Inn and looking to take loads while I’m there.

I don't fuck a bottom's cock. I fuck his ass. After I've shot my load(s) in him, I do the polite thing and ask if he wants to cum and how I can help. But if I'm being honest, my favorite bottoms are those whose pleasure center is their ass and not their dick. So they don't care about it and neither do I.

It went well, came over, we talked a bit. He more interested in me sucking his cock. But he did stroke me . I didn't care. More about me throating his cock. Which I did. Not a thick cock, but pretty damn long. Yes, I deep throated him and yes what a nice hot load of cum filled my throat. We are to meet up again in a,few days. We could play during the day. I hope it holds true that we meet regularly.

The guy who snickers at you in front of his friends now won't be snickering later that night when he's got you bent over in a dark corner, your ass is gripping his cock like a vise, and he's seconds away from nutting inside you. Regardless of what men say, they appreciate easy sexual outlets. Think of what it means for you to satisfy 10–20 men each week. After you've made them cum, they are ready to go back to being good husbands/boyfriends, good dads, good workers, etc. During crises like the one we are living through now, there's always glowing talk about "heroes". To me, bottom sluts who provide satisfaction to lots of men are the unsung heroes who keep society running.

Naked is usually best, but the cock cage and/or dog collar I'm wearing is usually a signal they can use me as they see fit.

I grew up and came of age encountering the AIDS crisis and the associated stigmas. At the time, I was bi but only fucking women and for years had always done so with a condom. I then met someone on the pill and that changed everything for me. "Fuck condoms, this feels too good". After that, I started to discover that almost every woman I met hated condoms equally or more than the guys. So if they were on birth control -- or even many times if not -- they were having it raw and wanted me to cum inside them, and if I wasn't afraid of knocking them up (this was before Plan B), I was fine with my preference. Fast forward several years and I indulged my latent bi-side and decided to go deep into it for a while, so I jumped right in and fucked younger guys in the dark rooms. And every one of them wanted me to fuck them raw. Yeah, HIV was still a thing, but people started accepting the risks and the topic of condoms never really came up. Now if a guy wants a condom at all times, I really needed to start questioning who I'm fucking. For me, it was a feeling of liberation, and damn it feels way better to feel skin against skin and the cathartic release inside them. Not on PrEP, not practicing protected sex, so there's always that outside chance, but now I really want to experience being the bottom and having guys fuck me more. I suppose my fate is sealed, so the next step is probably just letting it happen or outright chasing it. Suggestions?

My bro fucked me at 9.... He was 4 years older

Felched POZ Cum I was out having a few drinks catching up with an old fuck buddy, Carl. He told me he had been having a blast with new guys. He told me he was off PrEP and enjoying anonymous cumdump situations. I was sort of surprised as we’d only had pretty vanilla sex, bareback, but not kinky. He told me it was such a rush taking a load not knowing if it was toxic or not. I asked if he was a bug chaser, and he shrugged saying, ‘if it happens, it happens…’ That got me a bit boned. He told me he was hosting a guy that week who was likely POZ and wanted to know if I wanted to join in. I remembered him giving excellent head, so I figured why not? So, Wednesday, I snuck away from my desk at work and drove to his house. As he told me it would be, the front door was cracked open. All of the curtains in the living room were drawn shut, so it was pretty dark. Carl was on his knees, blindfolded with his mouth open and tongue out when he heard the door creak. He was naked and stroking his stubby fat cock. I pulled my clothes off and stuck my dick in his mouth. He gobbled on my cock, reminding me, truly, just how good his blowjob skills were, and I heard the door creak. A tall, rail-thin guy walked in, spiky dark hair and beard. He nodded at me, pleased to see Carl doing a good job. I moved behind Carl who got on his hands and knees. As the stranger pulled out a long thin cock and slid into Carl’s mouth, I knelt down to his ass, not surprised to find it already cummy. Carl had taken at least one load. I fingered it, trying to convince myself not to eat it, but I couldn’t hold back. I lapped at Carl’s furry asshole and was rewarded with gobs of fresh seed. I fisted my cock and ate Carl’s hole as the stranger pummeled his mouth. Carl was gagging and moaning on that long cock and the stranger growled as he fired his cum into Carl’s throat. I didn’t hear Carl swallow. The stranger zipped off, nodded to me, and left. As soon as the door was closed, Carl ripped off the blindfold and spun me around, an evil grin on his face. His cheeks were bulging and a droplet of spooge leaked out of his lips. He pushed my face down to the carpet and spread my ass cheeks. He forced his tongue into my hole and fingered that load in his mouth into my guts. He had me groaning with pleasure and slapped his stubby dick against my ass. He rammed his thumb into me, and I was glad for the cum lube. He was so horny he barely got his dick inside me before he fired off a huge load. He bred me and added his cum to what he’d tongue-fucked into me. As he came down from his orgasm, he ordered me to be back next week, this time a half hour earlier, and to bring a blindfold…

I have 4 guys that I'm like this for. They have my personal number, and use it even they get horny. I go by, service them, then bounce.

I think the tops have wasted their money. The slut would have play their way even if he were fully aware of the game.