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------- Chapter 2.2 - Fucking the Boyfriend ------- Joe rolled off the couch, kneeling, while Ric stretched out relaxing for a few minutes. "We need to find another guy to fuck together. Marcus was so good 'cuz I got to do him with you. Just like the guys I've knocked up with Kyle" Joe said before standing up. He walked to the kitchen and tossed an apron over his naked body. Ric stood up and clenched his ass, trying to hold Joe's load in. He walked back to the kitchen and leaned against the wall like before as Joe tried to get back into cooking mode. Ric stared at him and the conversation wandered around. Joe suddenly stopped and turned to Ric. "I hope you don't think I just invited you over for sex. It's a lot deeper than that, but I really hope we fuck a lot this weekend. I really have missed you and while I know our lives can get busy, I want to stay in touch" Joe said. He turned and went back to preparing dinner. "I missed you too. I just don't want to... intrude. I know you have Kyle and I hope to find someone like him one day. But... I'll enjoy the times we can meet. Sex or no sex. God knows I haven't fucked much the past two months. Even the doctor bitched at me about it" Ric said. Joe smiled and turned to Ric and said "Then let's fix that. We're going to meet at least every month to fatten you up and swap as much seed as we can." Ric laughed and said "Sounds good." Joe kept working on dinner and any time Ric would ask if he could help, Joe would say "no." Ric watched and realized he had never seen anyone really cook. His mom had always thrown stuff together or popped a frozen dinner into the oven when she got home from work and what Joe was doing looked nothing like the food he had eaten. A few minutes later Kyle walked in and dropped his pack at the door. "Oh fuck yeah, two naked guys ready to make me feel good" Kyle said, before laughing. "Both of us are off the clock. You'll have to find some other rent boy" Joe replied. "After the day I had? I expect a twenty finger massage" Kyle responded, winking at Ric. "Aww, someone have a rough day?" Joe joked. "Longer than yours. And where's my fuckin' dinner?" he asked before giggling. "I got distracted. Give me 45 minutes and dinner should be ready" Joe said. Kyle grinned at Ric before walking up behind him and wrapping his arm around Ric's body. "I bet you were the distraction. Know what we can do in 45 minutes?" "My friend Lisa says it only takes five minutes to make a baby" Ric said, chuckling. "She needs to find better guys. Even I can fuck a girl for longer than that" Joe said, laughing. "Well then, we'll have forty minutes to smoke a cigar afterwards. Let's try to get someone pregnant" Kyle said as he grabbed Ric's hand and pulled him to the bedroom. Ric was still naked and Kyle had his work clothes on. Ric looked at Kyle and he was worried. He didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his relationship with either of them. Kyle smiled as he took his shirt and pants off. When he saw Ric's expression he said "You should know that Joe and I share everything, including friends. Just not clients." Ric sunk to his knees and tugged on Kyle's trunks. Seconds later his mouth engulfed Kyle's cock and he felt Kyle's hands wrap around his head. Ric thought that if he was just a bottom for Joe and Kyle for the weekend it would be well worth it. He was so hungry for sex it didn't matter what position he was in. He regretted not going to the bath house a few days before, but he knew the two tests he had on Thursday were more important. Ric's face kept bouncing off Kyle's trimmed pubes and the roughness of Kyle's face fuck turned him on. His cock was hard as a rock while he worked Kyle's shaft over. The playfulness of the fuck with Joe earlier was gone, replaced by a much more aggressive vibe. When he felt Kyle let go of his head, he slowly pulled back, letting the cock pop free of his lips. He looked up, never really having closely examined Kyle's body before. "Not bad for a freshman" Kyle said, barely containing his laughter. Ric chuckled too, unsure of where this was going. A few seconds later Kyle pulled him off the floor and the two fell on to the bed. Kyle's hands were all over Ric and it wasn't long before Kyle had Ric's cock in his mouth. Ric was surprised at how good Kyle was at taking his cock down into his throat. While his technique was different than Joe's, it felt just as good. Ten minutes later, Kyle pulled off grasping Ric's balls in his hand. Looking up Kyle said "I need this cock. Joe's raved too much about it and I need to know if he's bullshitting me." "It's just a cock. It might be thicker or longer, but it's just a freshman cock" Ric said, smiling back at Kyle. He had taken the time while he talked to crawl between Kyle's legs and aim his cock at Kyle's pink hole. Dripping some spit down on to the slightly exposed head of his cock, Ric stared back at Kyle and grinned. "Need some poz dick?" he said just before he stuffed his bare cock in. Ric wasn't sure whether to follow the rough face fuck or the joking banter. Kyle screamed out "FUCK!" as Ric's thick cock plowed into his hole, feeling like it was ripping him in two. Ric was less than half way in and it felt tight, but good. Ric then looked down and saw Kyle sweating and trembling. He knew more lube was needed since there wasn't a need to try and charge Kyle up. He pulled back and added a few more gobs of spit before pushing back in a few inches. He rocked his hips, plunging in and out, and getting a little deeper before he stopped. "Too bad you're already knocked up. Did Joe get you too? That would be so fuckin' hot" Ric said. He pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock inside Kyle's ravaged hole. "Need or want? Either way you're getting my dick. All of it" Ric said right before he thrust back in until his balls slapped into Kyle's ass. Kyle stared back at him wondering how Ric went from this quiet, soft guy to the crazed animal that was destroying his hole. Ric felt Joe's cum dripping down his leg as he fucked and loved how good it felt. "Need. Not sure who... but it wasn't Joe. We converted at the same time" Kyle gasped out as Ric thrust back in again. This time he only stayed planted a few moments before dragging his thick cock back most of the way and driving back in. Quicker and quicker the strokes got and soon Kyle was smiling back at Ric. He was getting plowed like only a few guys had ever done to him, but now he understood why Joe loved getting fucked by Ric. It never got abusive and yet Ric fucked like he owned Kyle's ass. There was also a gentle side to him and many of the thrusts had a softness to them that almost hinted at love making. The part that impressed Kyle was that he also heard Ric was an amazing bottom. Maybe that was what Joe liked so much about Ric, it was something they had in common. Ric's thrusts got faster and just as Kyle feared, his cock thickened before he came. His stuffed hole stretched out even more and then the shots of cum filled his wrecked ass. The two laid there fully connected as they looked at each other. Kyle pulled his face close and kissed him deeply for a minute. When Ric's cock softened, Kyle's ass clamped down, trying to hold the shaft and load inside. "Ten minutes before dinner" Joe called out, standing in the doorway watching his boyfriend come down from being used by his 'little bro'. Joe smiled, hoping that he got fucked like Kyle just did sometime that weekend. The pair laid there a few more minutes before Ric stood up and pulled Kyle to his feet. Normally, Kyle would head off to the shower to wash the sweat and cum off, but he decided he'd rather let the smell accumulate. He doubted it would be the last fuck of the weekend and hopefully by Sunday night all three of them would reek of each other's sweat and cum. They feasted on Joe's dinner of lamb chops and souffle, leaving nothing on the plates. While they all had worked up an appetite, Joe's food was exemplary. Ric and Kyle cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and when they walked out, Joe was rolling a few joints. "Where'd this come from?" Joe asked. "I brought it. I was kind of hoping you'd show me how to roll them. So far, all I know is how to smoke 'em and get high" Ric said. Joe turned his head and grinned back at Ric. "Come here. This is something every guy needs to learn in college... or in my case, a lot earlier" Joe said. He slowly showed Ric step by step how to load and roll each joint. He did one and then had Ric roll the next. By the time they emptied the bag, Ric's joints looked pretty close to the one's Joe had done. "All that's left is to smoke 'em and enjoy the buzz" Joe said as he picked one up and flicked the lighter. Once lit, he took a quick toke and he passed it over to Kyle who did the same. Ric took his hit and then gave the joint back to Joe. They kept passing it around until it was spent. "Damn, that's some nice stuff. Where'd you get it?" Kyle asked. "Some guy on the floor. I know he screwed me, but I wanted to bring something over I knew you'd both like" Ric said. "All you had to do is bring yourself. But... maybe you should screw him back. Fuck his ass like you did me and he won't walk for a week. With any luck, he'll be really knocked up and will give you the poz-guy discount" Kyle replied. Ric chuckled. "Yeah, but there's a few other guys on the floor I want to get my dick into first" Ric said. They kept talking, drinking and smoking late into the night until Joe dragged them all to the bedroom. They stripped what little clothes they had on and climbed into bed, Joe surrounded by the other two.

------- Chapter 2.3 - Dumping A Big One ------- In the morning, Kyle got up first and soon the smell of bacon cooking pulled Joe and Ric out of the bedroom. As they ate breakfast, Joe said "I thought we'd spend a few hours down at the pool and scope the guys out. There always seem to be a ton of guys on the apps cruising around here and we haven't had a chance to meet many of our neighbors." Almost everyone in the pool area stared at them when they walked past the gate. A few guys were in the pool, several on lounge chairs and surprisingly, the hot tub was empty. Joe set the cooler down and tossed his towel on a nearby chair. Kyle and Ric both dropped their towels on the same chair and looked around. A sea of eyes looked back at them as they slowly climbed into the tub. They each cracked a beer open and after a few sips, Joe picked up his phone. "27 guys within 500 feet. Looks like everyone at the pool is lookin" Joe said. Kyle kept fidgeting around, trying to find a comfortable position. "Fuck! My ass is still sore, Ric. You gotta knock guys up with just one fuck like that" Kyle said before he finished off his beer. Ric smiled and said "Not everyone gets fucked like that, but I got a good track record. From the way you fucked my face, I thought you wanted it rough. But... When I try to poz a guy, I like giving em a few doses, just to make sure. Joe looks pretty good for being a grampa a dozen times over." "I would have thought it was more than that, Ric. A sexy guy like you should be able to charge a lot of guys up" Joe said, looking up from his phone. "I only count ones I do by myself. I don't include the other half of the swim team, Marcus, the client Paul and I did or other group fucks. I had a part, but I can't claim credit for those guys. I had a couple months where almost everyone I fucked was on prep, that kept the numbers down too. And there's one time hookups or clients that I have no idea if I tagged them or not" Ric said, scanning around the pool area and feeling his cock get harder. Joe chuckled and nodded. "Speaking of which, have you started doing jobs out here yet? I know Paul was eager to do another job with you, which is pretty rare since I know he's really picky" Joe said as he kept flipping through his phone. "Not yet. I got a new number and passed it to a few people like Paul and Rawson. I need to call them back though since both said they wanted to talk. I've just been busy with school" Ric said, slowly getting out of the tub. As Ric dried off, Joe said "Yeah, you have the right priorities. You can't escort your whole life. I've found I have a lot more fun with the gigs now that there's no pressure to make money from them to eat and pay bills. And someone seems to be really horny when I come home from a client stinking of sex." "Guilty" Kyle said before laughing. "Is there a bathroom down here? I gotta piss" Ric asked. Joe gave him directions while Ric finished drying himself off and he headed into the building. He stood at the urinal pissing when a guy came in a minute later. He took the next urinal and began to pee too. "You and your friends are lookin hot over there. Are you new here?" the guy asked. Ric looked over and saw a muscled guy, who was a few inches taller than him, and smiled. He had a large tattoo on his back and another on his leg with a firm bubble butt in between. The guy's head was shaved like his face and a pair of grey eyes with a big smile that looked back at him. "The other guys just moved in. I'm visiting for the weekend" Ric said as the stream slowed to a drip. He shook his cock and then let go of the foreskin before stuffing it back into his trunks. "I hope you visit a lot. We can always use more sexy guys around here" the guy said, as he finished his piss. Both backed away before turning to face each other. They checked each other out, their eyes looking up and down. The other guy moved closer and rubbed his hand over Ric's bulge and smiled back at him. "This feels like more than a mouthful" he said before he slid a few fingers into the top of Ric's trunks. He pulled Ric into the one stall and sat down on the toilet, tugging Ric's trunks back down. "Fuck. Hung and loaded, huh?" the guy said as he lifted the stiffening shaft up and wrapped his lips around the end. Slowly he took more of Ric's cock into his mouth and worked his tongue around the hard shaft. Ric knew he was no stranger to giving head and soon had his hand on the back of the cocksucker's head. Control moved to Ric and he started to plow into the guy's mouth. He listened to make sure they weren't going to get interrupted, since the stall door was wide open and Ric's could feel the breeze on his ass. "Yeah... I hope you like playing with fire" Ric said quietly. The guy froze and pulled himself back before looking up at Ric's face. Ric saw the conflicted look in the guy's face and smiled back at him. "A blowjob is pretty safe, but I kinda want that sweet ass too" Ric said and watched the guy's eyes open wide. The guy started to suck Ric's cock again and it wasn't long before he was plowing into his throat. Any hesitance began to fade away and when his balls slapped on to the guy's chin he wondered if he was going to fuck or just dump his load down the guy's throat. A few minutes later, Ric moved his hands to either side of the guy's head and pushed him away until the partially covered cockhead was just inside his lips. He tugged and drove balls deep into the muscle guy's throat. "Mmmm, I bet that ass would feel even better than your throat" Ric said, chuckling after. His cock inched it's way back until it popped free. Ric let go of the guy's head and moved his hand to his thick bicep, giving a gentle tug. Seconds later, the guy was turned around and bracing against the wall. Ric tugged on the guy's white speedo and as it hit the floor, the guy stepped out and spread his legs like he'd done many times before. Ric had dropped his trunks to the floor too and began to kneel. His hands spread the guy's butt apart and Ric looked in at the tender, pink hole. With not a hair in sight, Ric pressed his face in, running his tongue along the crevice. A few flicks over the pucker caused the guy to moan and slowly the hole started to relax. Ric got a little more aggressive and jabbed his tongue in. His finger joined the fun and he alternated his slick tongue and the long finger. Once he was opened a little, a second finger began poking in. The moans got louder and Ric began to twist the pair. The moan stopped and Ric was sure he heard "Please fuck me" before he began again. He plunged both fingers in and twisted them quickly before he pulled them free and stood up. His rigid shaft was nestling against the spit covered hole, dripping precum into the ring. Ric leaned over, wrapping his arm around the bottom's chest and pressed in. He heard the guy gasp and then pushed again. A few more tries and the head squeezed past the ring as the bottom continued with short, fast gasps. "Surprised you're this tight. Your mouth felt a lot more experienced with thick meat" Ric said softly, his hips working his cock deeper. When the moans turned to groans he pulled back and dripped more spit down and leaned back against the guy's back. Ric jabbed in a few times, pumping another inch in each time. "Fuck! There's more?" the bottom cried out. "Yeah, just a bit. You can take it" Ric whispered in his ear. A few more stabs and his hips were planted against the firm butt. "See?" Ric said as he felt the guy's chest heave. He began to roll his hips, letting the strokes get longer and longer until three quarters of his shaft was plowing in and out. The hole seemed to get a little looser and slicker so Ric began to drill harder into the unprotected tunnel. Grunts and groans had replaced all of the other sounds the guy had been making and soon Ric was grunting along with him. His balls were churning and and soon his cock started to throb. Ric shoved in hard and let his balls start to flood the guy's chute. The spurts were strong and Ric felt the warm cream envelop his cock. The bottom gasped loudly and then whimpered, realizing he had just been bred with a potentially viral load. Ric stood there, the throbbing from his shaft fading slowly until he felt the guy's hole spasm around it. A couple small pulses added more cum to the muscle guy's cunt. A moan returned briefly followed by "Oh fuck." He felt the guy shiver and Ric let go of him, standing up and dragging his still hard cock out of the sloppy hole. Ric backed away from the stall and picked up his trunks, pulling them on. The guy did the same with his speedo, but didn't have the problem of stuffing a thick, semi-hard cock into them, like Ric did. The bottom breathed deep a few times and turned around, glancing over at Ric with a shocked expression. He didn't say anything more, but walked out of the bathroom with Ric a few paces behind. Ric chuckled to himself as they got close to the pool, seeing a pink spot start to form on the back of the guy's white speedo. He grabbed another beer and climbed into the hot tub between Joe and Kyle. "You were gone a long time. Did you dump a big one?" Joe asked, smiling back at Ric. "You could say that" Ric replied, laughing.

I had been going through a dry spell for several weeks. Every guy who hit me up online was unable to host, and my parents had just moved in with me so I could help my mother care for my ailing father. At last, some luck. A message popped up on Grindr. I opened it to find a pic of one of the most amazing cocks I had ever seen. About 9 inches cut, thick, a little veiny. Gorgeous. I wasted no time in replying to the sender. Turned out he was visiting on business - and had a hotel room he wanted to put to good use. We exchanged a few more emails and then he invited me to join him in his room. Excitedly I jumped in the shower and cleaned out (my parents have their own private bathroom so I didn't have to disconnect my shower wand attachment). I tucked a small bottle of lube and my little brown bottle in my pocket and, making some feeble excuse about needing to run out, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. The drive across town to the hotel was not long, but it seemed to take forever. I felt myself becoming increasingly horny the closer I got. I just had to feel that cock sliding into me, stretching my sphincter. Pulling into the parking lot, I found a spot near the entrance and messaged that I had arrived. I took a quick hit from my little brown bottle as I waited for his response. I didn't have to wait long. "610," he wrote. I jumped out of my car and headed for the hotel entrance. I hurried past the front desk, absently nodding at the clerk who acknowledged me as I walked in. An elevator was waiting; I got in and pressed "6," and as soon as the doors closed I took another huff. Why was I so nervous? The elevator glided quickly to a stop at the 6th floor. I stepped out and Room 610 was directly across from the elevator. I took another huff as I approached the door, then knocked softly. It opened to reveal a darkened room lit only by a sliver of light from the bathroom. My host stood behind the door as I entered, and I noticed that he was already naked - and the silhouette of his cock told me he was already hard as a rock. "Strip and get on the bed," he ordered. "Lay down on your stomach." I shed my shoes and clothes and did as told. I climbed onto the tall, soft bed and positioned myself in the middle, on my stomach, with just my feet hanging over the end of the mattress. It didn't take long before I felt the bed move as he climbed on as well. He spread my cheeks and spit on my hole, rubbing it in with a finger that he then slipped inside me. I squeezed my pucker around the digit to show him what he was in for. He must have liked it - he quickly withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, flicking and darting and penetrating my hole. The waves of pleasure ran through me like little electric shocks. He pulled back, spit on it again, then went back to his lingual assault. He did this a few more times, letting his saliva run down my crack and balls and onto the bed. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt him pull away and then slide his body up mine, his chest hair gliding along my back as he did. Anticipating what was coming, I took a few mighty huffs from my little brown bottle as I felt his breath on my neck. His huge cock was nestled in the valley between my thighs. He spit on his hand and I felt him reach down and position the tip at my now-glistening back door. He hadn't stopped to put on a condom, nor had we discussed condom use before we met. That was just the way I liked it - anonymous and raw. He slid inside me with relative ease, having opened me so well with his tongue. In no time he was in me balls-deep, and I felt the pressure as he squeezed past my second hole. He stayed motionless for a moment to allow my hole to adjust, then slowly began moving his hips up and down and sliding that amazing cock in and out of me. My hole felt stretched and full in the best way possible as he picked up the pace, taking advantage as he felt me relax beneath him. My brown bottle made a few more trips to my nose as he pounded me harder and harder. My head swam with the combination of poppers and endorphins. Then on one of his downward thrusts, he stopped. No explanation, the pounding just stopped! His cock was lodged firmly in my hole, balls-deep. "I'm getting close to cumming," he said. "Before I do, you should know I'm poz. And I'm not on meds." In a fog, my brain tried to compute what he had just said. Try as I might to think logically, the only thought that made any sense was that I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to finish, and I wanted my reward - to feel him pumping his load deep in my guts. Did I care that his load was poz? I finally gave up trying to figure it out. "Keep going," I said after a moment's hesitation. "I want you to cum deep in me. Breed me!" That was all the encouragement he needed. Without another word, the pounding resumed. I took another huff, grateful that the momentary pause seemed to have helped him last longer. After a few more minutes he let out a loud gasp. The pounding stopped and I felt his cock pulsing as he pumped his load deep in my guts - just like I had asked. Spent, he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed. I felt his cock begin to soften inside me, but he made no move to pull out. We stayed in a sweaty tangle for about five minutes, presumably as he regained his strength. At last, he slid off me, and I felt his now limp cock slide out of my hole. As it did it left a trail of cum that dribbled down my balls to mix with the saliva on the sheet beneath me. Before I could get up, he had maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on the pillows, his cock positioned in front of my mouth. "Clean me off," he ordered. I was only too happy to! I took his shaft in my mouth, tasting the mixture of cum and ass. I then ran my tongue along the base of his shaft, cleaning the saliva and cum and ass juices from his balls. Satisfied, he got up. "Get dressed." I slid off the bed, steadying myself as my legs threatened to collapse under me. I sat on the edge of the bed to slide my pants on, then pulled my shirt on and stuck my feet in my shoes. Grabbing my brown bottle, I headed for the door. He didn't follow. "I'm here tomorrow night if you want a repeat," he said as I opened the door. My head was still a bit foggy so I didn't respond. Instead I let the door close behind me and headed for the elevator. Back in my car, I checked my phone. He had messaged me on Grindr: "I meant what I said. 7 pm." Without hesitating, I responded. "I'll be there."

editor's note. I think this is a weak chapter Pozzed While Cruising 9 I ate some lunch in silence reliving my last week wondering if I was going to poz or not, whether or not I was infecting other guys or not. I sat there in the Union in a booth at the back of the cafe with a full on raging hard on. I knew then my answer was to keep going on. I was having some of the best, sluttiest sex ever in my short 18 years. I was opening myself to a world of any load anytime. I knew I was not going to make it through my last class without getting off, but I hunkered down. I was determined not to cum until I ran into Josh or made it to the last cruise spot of the day. I ran into Josh as I walked to class. I could tell he was a little embarrassed, but we chatted as if nothing happened the night before. It was funny to see girls in class flaunt over him trying to get into his pants, but he seemed to deflect them one by one. He gave me a wry smile and I told him to meet me after class. Class dragged on like you would not believe. The professor droned on and on. He finally wrapped up the class and thank god it was Friday. Josh sat at his desk talking football with one of the guys while he waited for me to make my way to his desk. He brushed off a few bimbo’s. As we made our way out of class. I asked him if he wanted some more of last night's fun, but nearly completely anonymously. He nodded. I said, “follow me!” When we got to the bathroom door where it all began for me. I gave him the lay of the land. I instructed him to take the center stall and if the person next to you taps their foot, that means they want a blowjob. Go from there. I could only hope Jake was already in there or would be here soon. I led Josh into the bathroom and pushed him towards the middle stall. I could see under the last stall that it was Jakes’s shoes under the divider. I had Josh right where I wanted him. I got into my stall and looked underneath and Jake was already tapping his foot and Josh was answering him. Jake was was on his knees in no time with his hung white cock under the divider and Josh was slowly jerking it and getting on his knees to suck him. I was halfway to accomplishing my mission. I had faith in Jake to close the deal. Josh may be the QB stud on the field, but behind closed doors he was just a Jock Twink. Jake had his cock Josh’s mouth, and Josh was really getting into it. He had his pants down around his ankle and was stroking his cock. I heard Jake invite him over to his stall for a more intimate encounter, but Josh hesitated. Jake spoke just above a whisper, “listen QB get your faggot ass in this stall now or else!” Josh did not need to hear anything else. He literally crawled under the divider to be with Jake. I heard some additional slurping from my vantage point. I could see Josh being bent over the toilet and Jake getting behind him. I knew my job was done. I had delivered my first gift to Jake and his crew and I had more planned. I could hear Jake fucking Josh and Josh was loving it. I could hear Jake use the same words on my Josh that he did to me like “gift”, “tainted” and finally “take my poz load QB slut”! Josh took it all. Never once questioning what it all meant. Jake spoke aloud asking if I was still there. I had moved over a stall to watch Josh take Jake’s special gift. He told me to bring QB Slut and be at his apartment within the hour. Josh tried to excuse himself, but a stern look from Jake shut him down. I knew what Josh had in store for him, and for myself I was of course looking forward to it. Jake smacked Josh on the ass, looked at me and left. Josh fingered his hole and licked his fingers clean of Jake’s gifted jizz. I offered to rim him. He nodded and I made my way over to his stall. He sat down on the toilet and lifted his legs. I got down on my knees and licked at his well fucked hole. Jake came a ton and I am sure I was getting a bit of Ty in there as well. Just then we heard the outer door open up and I had just enough time to get between the wall and the toilet so that it looked like only one person was in the stall. Our new visitor must have been a cruiser as well as he took the stall right next to us and within seconds he tapped his foot. I prompted Josh to tap back, but he shook his head no, but I persisted. Josh tapped back. From under the divider snaked a Latin python that was over 9inches long. Josh nearly dove head first onto it. I watched in awe as he tried to deep throat it. I had to have some of that. I joined Josh on his knees, and I heard the mexican guy gasp that there were two sluts sucking his cock. We gobbled his cock for a few minutes before he asked if we could take this little 3way someplace more private. I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s More to Cum Love the hot chat email me Joey

7. Prey for the Sinners It’s night. He’s naked and disoriented. He stumbles barefoot through the swamp. Toads croak all around him. Snakes slither through the bog. Gliding by, one caresses his bare ankle. Dark outlines of lifeless trees everywhere. Each stride is a slog. Loud, slurping sounds accompany each step. Is he going the right way? He keeps falling deeper into the mire. Black ooze surrounds him up to his thigh and getting higher. All too quickly his cock and balls touch the mud and then, with his next step, are sucked down, invisible below the surface. He feels things down there. Unseen things. There’s a large creature beating overhead, a demon hovering with a massive wings above the treetops. It creates great gusts of wind over the brackish water. The disturbance bring up waves that crest over his chest, splash over his collar bone, get in his mouth. He’ll drown, he frets. The night might swallow him whole. Something rises from the center of the swamp. A face discernable only by the shape of a skull, is bone only. The sockets have eyes but there is no skin. A cowl hangs around the figure’s neck. The cloth, a muddy robe, drips with muck. The skull glides toward him. The wings above grow louder, closing in. The skull opens its mouth with an eyeless serpent slips out. It plops into the water. He feels it circling his body. It pokes and prods, searching for an orifice to penetrate. He feels it wrap around his chest, crushes the breath out of him. Its head surfaces, writhes before his face, swaying in an eyeless dance, weaving its lips across his. The serpent’s darting tongue violates his mouth, tunnels in before he can stop it from slithering down his throat. Beating wings crescendos into a scream. It's him. Screaming. Eros and Tommy shake him, tell him to wake up, what’s wrong, it’s okay. It’s a cascade of words he clings to, uses them to climb out of the terror. Tommy and Eros kneel on the futon, each holds one of his a bare shoulders. Jesse recognizes their faces, dives his arms around their necks, clutches them so tight he could snap them off. “Okay. Christ!” Tommy says, pulling off Jesse’s strangling arm. He coughs a mirthless laugh weighted by concern over the dopey kid. A strong wind bangs the blinds; cold, misty daylight seeps in. Jesse eyes ricochet around the shack. He’s alarmed because he still hears the same sound of wings beating from his dream. Eros searches his face, holding it reassuringly. “Just a dream, Chewbacca.” His perfectly imperfect smile is soothing, a balm to his fears. Jesse realizes Eros’ face is wet, his dark hair dripping. “Can’t imagine why you’d be having nightmares…or day-mares.” He poses the question to Tommy, seeing if that’s a word. “Day-mares?” “The fuck should I know. At least he stopped yelling.” “What’s that whopping sound?” Jesse crawls on his knees to the windows—the noise comes from the beach. “Rescue helicopter landed a few minutes ago,” Tommy says. He points to the dunes. “This morning just keeps getting better and better. Gleason’s being airlifted out by that chopper.” Eros joins Jesse at the window. “He had a heart attack at breakfast. Right when we got back from…you know.” “All that fucking coke he did last night. And he’s a cow,” Tommy adds. “They’re about to fly him out.” "And you owe me a pair of work boots.” Tommy points to solidly caked boots at the door. Next to them sit Eros’ muddy—formerly white—sneakers, the ones he wears when he cleans the pool. “We’re in the outdoor shower when we hear shouting.” “Shamu keels over, clutching his heart and falls into the pool. He’s lucky Eros and Mac think they’re deep sea divers. They jump in and fish him out.” “Mac's puts in a bunch of calls. Gets the Coast Guard out here. And then you starting screaming like a banshee. Helluva morning.” Suddenly the pool area comes alive with commotion, voices, rattling metal wheels. The side gate opens. Jesse scrambles to the door with Tommy and Eros right behind. Two EMT workers wheel Eddie down the path strapped to a gurney. The actor’s frozen, his fingers claw the rails, an oxygen mask over his wet face. His eyes open wide in terror and pain. He glances at the three of them, pleading—something—with his eyes. Mac and a newly-clipped Jaxton follow directly behind the gurney. Eddie’s lifted off the walkway ready to be taken to the helicopter. One of the EMT guys holds up his hand. He’s too far away to hear what’s being said, but it’s enough to turn Jaxton and Mac away. Jaxton, with his new short blond hair, is almost unrecognizable lacking the curtain of dreadlocks always covering his face. “They’re taking him to the county hospital,” Mac says to the three of them. “Why can’t I go with him?” Jaxton petulantly demands behind Mac’s shoulder. Mac shakes his head. “I’ll call the hospital. Once he’s stabilized we’ll take the boat over.” “You’re too kind, Mr. McPherson,” Jaxton says, glumly. Jesse scrutinizes Jaxton’s new look and recognizes Mac’s handiwork. He was never of fan of Jaxton, but, man, the guy looks like he could be one of those Calvin Klein poster boys now. Not jacked, but one of those really thin models, all cheekbones, like no one ever is in real life. He doesn't even slump, which of course makes him even taller. Mac puts a hand on the gangly kid’s shoulder. As he’s taking him back to the house, he stops, turns back to the shack and asks if any of them have seen Father Lucius? Jesse, Tommy and Eros begin a chorus of huh-uhs, nopes, and head shakes. “Odd,” Mac says, studying their faces. “No one’s seen him since he went upstairs with you, Jesse.” “I noticed there’s a missing kayak.” Eros helpfully points to the rack of canoes and kayaks next to the side gate. Mac pauses. Considers it. He looks up at the milky sky with the trees rustling in the wind. “Not really a great day to take out a kayak. Really choppy ocean, I bet. Seems he would be back by now, though, don’t you think? All this aerial activity.” He points at the Coast Guard helicopter taking off. All three again are all shoulder shrugs, don’t knows and maybes. Mac gives them a quick sideways glance. Shakes his head. He smiles at Jaxton and tweaks his nipple. Jaxton returns a breezy smile. He stretches his arms in the air like he’s just waking up, and they go back through the side gate. Tommy gapes his mouth at Eros. “’You’re too kind?!’ The fuck was that? * The morning mist never really burns off. After Eddie’s evacuation there’s a calm pervading the compound. It’s almost too quiet. The filter hums while Eros skims leaves from the pool. He looks uneasily at the monk’s room’s wall of windows. Twigs crunch underfoot as Tommy picks up armfuls of broken branches scattered around the yard from last night’s storm. Inside the silent house, Jaxton and Mac huddle in the office, lowering their voices when Jesse walks by. He changes Eddie and Jaxton’s bedding, disinfects the monk’s rubber sheets and replaces them with a paisley cotton percale. Then, an hour later, Mac’s office phone rings. The hospital regrets to inform that Eddie is dead. Mac gathers Jesse, Tommy and Eros together to let them know about it, and that they can take the rest of the day off. If they wouldn't mind, he asks them to watch after Jaxton while he makes calls on Eddie’s behalf. The sky’s steely gray when the three of them get to the beach. A sedate Jaxton in the long swim trunks that Eddie hated, tags along. He keeps his beach towel a little away from theirs. It’s like he wants to be alone, but there’s not much point on an empty beach. Eros and Tommy body surf in the rough water, and Jesse, in his white briefs, lies face down on his towel between their two beach chairs. He listens to the breaking waves for a while, then hears, “You know what a usurper is?” Jesse looks up from his towel—Jaxton’s propped up on his elbows watching the guys attempting to ride the waves. “Huh?” Jesse gets up and turns on his side. “What’d you mean?” Jaxton studies the two men. “That kind of turbulence isn’t made for catching waves.” He pauses. Looks at Jesse. “You’re like a fifth wheel. I think they tolerate you, maybe even feel a little sorry for you. But they’re definitely not into you. Not like you think.” Jaxton thinks for a moment, then adds, “except maybe to abuse you.” “What do you know.” Jesse gets up and flops into Tommy’s chair, near Jaxton’s towel. He digs into their Yeti cooler and pops open one of Eros and T’s beers. “You don’t know anything.” He sips. Tommy and Eros are bobbing in the waves, splashing each other in the face. “Why, did they say something?” “No,” Jaxton says. “I can just tell.” Eros and Tommy trudge out of the surf, then happily race back dripping with sand-crusted hair. “Gnarly,” Eros comments to Jaxton. “Am I right?” Jaxton give him a wan smile. “I suppose.” Jaxton stares at Eros’ naked body as he dries himself. Tommy eyeballs Jesse in his chair. “Out.” “And who says you could take a beer?” Eros barks. Jaxton throws Jesse an I-told-you-so look. Hurt, Jesse offers the beer up to Eros who tells him to just keep it, but ask next time. Jesse rises from Tommy’s chair. He toes on his flip flops, throws his sandy towel across his shoulders, and shuffles off toward the lighthouse. Maybe Jaxton’s right, he thinks, sipping his beer. He does sometimes feel like he overstays his welcome. Like the other night, hanging out with them, watching a Frasier re-run on Eros’ phone. Did they mind him falling asleep, spending the night with them? There’s gulls screeching on the rocks of the lighthouse. A trawler bounces near the coast line; seagulls swirl and dive around it. He drains the rest of his beer. Mist overtakes the trawler and grows thicker. By the time he hits the rocks it’s disappeared in the rolling cloud. He rarely comes to this end of the island. No one does. The lighthouse lantern lights up and a fog horn moans ushering in the bank of fog. He rattles the dregs of the beer and tosses the can between the rocks. Looking up at the tall structure, he watches the fog encircles the catwalk. The lamp's beam slowly rotates. With the fog rolling in, it seems he hears the ocean crashing on the rocks rather than sees it. The fog chills him and, though it does little good, he pulls the towel tighter around his shoulders. He tries the lighthouse door and discovers it's unlocked. “Hello?” he says cautiously opening the door. Met with silence, he inches into the room. Inside it’s murky but there’s still a bit of afternoon light remaining. He feels for a switch but doesn’t find one. Instead he discovers the table at the entrance holds an old kerosene lamp and matches. He lights it and the hollow space illuminates with the lanterns yellow glow. A winding staircase extends around the walls. It loops around twice before disappearing into the room above. Below the staircase there’s stone steps leading to a basement. He’s never visited a lighthouse before and he’s curious about what’s upstairs. The metal steps creak as he ascends. Twice around the interior walls he climbs before he enters the kitchen-living room area of the upper level. Light comes through the vertical window slats the color of Vaseline. Someone lives here—he can see that. He puts his hand on the cold potbelly stove. A coffee pot sitting on top is slightly warm. There’s an unmade single bed, with a piss pot next to it. A desk has writing papers scattered about; several journals are stacked; one lies open. Jesse shuffles in his sandy flip-flops over to the desk. Holding up the light he reads words in the open journal. The Hung Priest, it starts. After a few sentences he stops, incredulous—he’s in it! Jesse takes the stairs two steps at a time, it reads. Eros is in his beach chair watching Tommy chase him down the beach! Even the part where he gets a hard on from Tommy sitting on top of him! His arms suddenly prickle with goosebumps; the hair rises on the back of his neck. Someone’s watching him? But why? He’s not at all interesting. Footsteps clanks above on the metal grating—someone’s descending. He quickly scrambles down the stairs as quietly as he can. He’s about to slip out the front door but something stops him dead in his tracks. It’s a soft moan, or more exact, several moans. It comes from the stairs that lead down to the basement. It’s definitely a group of men, bass voices, muffled cries, rasping groans. He moves to the stone steps. In the living space above someone prepares a fire—twigs snap, a match strikes, the potbelly stove’s door shuts with a clank. A voice in the room seems to be debating himself. Jesse peers down into the gloom where the moaning voices softly reverberate. Holding out the lantern he makes out a thick wooden door. Treading lightly down the steps, each wet and slick with algae, he reaches the door. The whimpering is clearly coming from the other side, yet still they seems far off in the distance. Slowly he twists the knob but it’s locked. Part of him feels relieved that it is. “Hey,” he breathes through the door. “Hey,” he repeats. The murmurs continue unresponsive, seeming not to hear him. He promises himself he’ll come back but next time with Eros and Tommy—if they’ll believe him. Jaxton’s right, though, that they’ve probably had enough of him. Why should they do anything more for him after what they’ve already done? He climbs the stone steps unsure of anything—their friendship, his place in the world. On the top step he slips on algae. He crashes to his knees. The lantern snuffs out and clatters noisily across the floor. He picks himself and dashes to the entrance. “Who goes there?” an authoritative voice booms from the top of the stairs. The figure holds out his lantern but the weak light shows only a small, shadowy figure dart out to the entrance. Outside, front door bangs shut as Jesse sprints into the fog. After putting enough distance between him and the lighthouse, he slows to a brisk walk. Looking over his shoulder he sees the glowing light rotate but growing dimmer the farther away he gets. The moan of the foghorn stay next to him, however, like a phantom he has yet to escape. For several minutes he strides along the beach, his heart beating rapidly in his ears, the surf pounding. Several times he thinks he should head away from the shore and cut inland. He’s most worried though about getting far away from the lighthouse, so when he finally does cuts away from the waves, he find high dunes blocking the way. Regardless, he marches over them hoping to find the wooden walkway that will lead him home. Sliding down the other side of the dunes, he discovers the fog is thinner but he’s overshot the compound and is in the swamp. He’s not crazy about walking back in the direction of the lighthouse but he’s sure the path will take him back to the house soon enough. As he walks further he loses track of the ocean’s constant roar. He should be walking parallel to the surf, but now he’s afraid he’s walking deeper into the swamp. There’s no reliable direction he can discern in the remaining light. Sound is his only guide, but that’s now quieted, leaving only the marsh choir of croaking toads. Vapor off the swamp mixes with the mist in the air. It’s all wrong, and too close to his earlier nightmare. He thinks better of going deeper into the swamp, turns around and goes back the direction he came. An owl hoots directly overhead startles him. The sounds of the marsh grow louder—croaks, rivets, peeps, more hoots surround him. Then he hears something that freezes him to his core—a low growl. There aren’t any dangerous animals on the island, he’s sure of it, or has never heard of any, but a growl’s a growl. He makes out waves crashing straight ahead, which convinces him he’s heading in the right direction, but it’s also the direction of whatever made the noise. Step by step he makes his way in the dark; his thin flip flops test each board trying not to draw attention to himself with a creak. He comes to an intersection with a larger walkway, the road he’s familiar with that’s between the dock and the compound. This feels right. He sighs a small relief. The sound of waves resumes on his right, so he’s fairly certain he now headed back toward the house. Then, abruptly, he bumps into something upright and furry. He looks up into glowing red eyes. A large creature peers down at him. It snarls menacingly, large fangs glistening as its lips pull back. Jesse’s mind races—fight or flight rears its head. Flight, he’s out of there, no question about it! He pivots and there’s a loud crack: a fractured wooden plank snaps in two and he falls several feet through the walkway, into the cold wet swamp below. As his feet hit the mud, he cracks the back of his head against the plank with an audible thwack! * Jaxton furiously rides Mac’s cock on the dining room table. His swinging dick beats out four-four rhythm like the baton of a crazed band leader. He grinds his ass on Mac’s gargantuan cannon of a cock, pulling his ass lips apart straining to capture Mac’s slick balls into the bargain. Just as Jaxton’s on the cusp of blowing his first wad in this new body, the front door chimes. He yowls with unrestrained frustration. He and Mac sourly scramble off the table. Jaxton finds his swim trunks and Mac pulls up his khakis. They answer the door and two extremely old and frail looking monks peer back at them. “Abbot Santana,” Mac says, pulling down his tank top. “I didn’t expect you at the earliest till tomorrow.” He ushers the elderly pair inside. The Abbot, a small man with a pointed salt and pepper beard and a mop of curly dark hair, hobbles on his cane into the foyer. His petite assistant, bald and spindly, carries a large satchel. “Plans changed so quickly, I didn’t realize you would—,” “Yes, yes,” Abbot Santana interrupts with a wave of his hand. “Bueno sera, signore. Bueno sera.” He points his cane at the other monk. “My attendant, Brother Virgil.” The Abbot looks Jaxton in his swimming trunks up and down. “Lucius, is you?” "I'm Jaxton, Mr. Gleason’s personal—” “Ridiculous, I see you Lucius.” He jabs the rubber tip of his cane up into Jaxton’s chest. “You make a terrible mess of things.” Mac and Jaxton exchange a look. Jaxton pleads, “Forgive me your Eminence. It was spur of the moment decision. I was caught off guard by the boy’s regal—“ “We no do ‘spur of the moment’ nonsense. Idiota!” The Abbot taps his cane, looking over the house. “Signore,” he says to Mac. “I must sit. The walk, it is long, and coming here, we were accosted by an animal.” Mac motions to his living room. “Please, your Grace.” With a flick of a switch the living room brightens and the gas fireplace is set aflame. “Can I get you something? Water? Some tea?” Virgil aids the Abbot toward the sofa. “What sort of animal accosted you?” “An animal animal. I know not what kind. Scotch, for such a cold night. Single malt, not your blended rot.” After sitting he leans toward Virgil, patting his hand. “What will you have, my dear?” Virgil murmurs he’ll have the same. “And the same for Virgil!” Jaxton follows them into the living room and sits across from the two monks in one of the black strap chairs. “I’m astonished how fast you got here.” “Your impulsiveness demanded it. But, I confess,” the Abbot takes a moment to appraise Jaxton, “it is a most pleasing form. Michelangelo never did better, eh, Brother?” Virgil eagerly nods in agreement. “Oh, bless you,” Santana says, taking a glass from Mac. Virgil also expresses gratitude, mumbling a hushed grazie. “So this Jaxton fellow. You vetted him? And he was the personal assistant of who?” He takes a sip. “Ah, bellissima. Mille grazie.” “An actor who passed away earlier today,” Mac replies, then goes back to fix himself and Jaxton a drink. Jaxton bows his head. “A tragic heart attack.” “I’m sure it was. Not induced by you, I hope.” The Abbot frowns at Jaxton. Jaxton doesn’t reply. “At least not traceable to you and one of your experiments in chemistry.” Mac brings Jaxton a bourbon. “Thank you. Nothing that would be suspicious in his already taxed circulatory system. Severely obese, doing cocaine all night—it’s not too surprising.” Jaxton takes a sip of bourbon. “In the morning he knew I wasn’t his assistant any longer, so I might have had to hurry things along a smidge,” Jaxton says with a glint of pride. “An extra little push laced in his coffee, perhaps mistaking a gram of amphetamine for a packet of Sweet n Low. Oops.” Jaxton puts his hand over his mouth. “Might I trouble you for another, signore?” Abbot Santana bows his head humbly to Mac. “A water back, I suppose wouldn’t hurt. An encore, Brother?” Virgil stammers an assent. “And another for Virgil. I suppose this accelerates things, does it not, signore?” On his way to the bar Mac replies over his shoulder, “I suppose it does. But I’m sure you both can still be accommodated.” He quickly returns with a tray of water glasses and refilled scotches, and sets them on the glass coffee table before sitting next to Jaxton. “If your Grace approves the boy’s body, my housekeeper Jesse, and if Brother Virgil is amenable to the pool man, I believe the transference can be accomplished quickly.” “I will, of course, need to test the boy’s body.” The Abbot’s wrinkled face pulls back into a painful smile. “It will be fun, Virgil, will it not? You being the older of us this go-round. It will be—what do the young brothers say?—a hoot!” The Abbot raps his cane excitedly on the floor several times. He clinks glasses with Virgil. They both take a long quaff of their drinks. “Mi scusi,” Virgil bashfully says so softly that Mac and Jaxton have to lean forward to hear him. “The p-p-pool man. I understand he has a marito—?” His voice trails off to being completely inaudible. “Speak up, Virgil!” Santana demands. Virgil clears his throat. “Si, the pool man has husband. What is to become of him?” Jaxton adds, “Tragically, he, too, might succumb to another tragic overdose.” “Only if we can watch,” chuckles the Abbot, to which the Jaxton joins in with his droll humor. “Ma—” Virgil holds an index finger in the air. “Is two overdoses too many overdoses? To the authorities, I mean?” Jaxton leans toward Virgil conspiratorially, “Not if a body isn’t found.” Virgil is confused, but quickly catches on, nodding his head with a snickers. Mac looks at his glass before taking a sip. “Thomas Price has been an addict ever since his mother kicked him out as a teenager, Lucius. I’d go down that road with caution.” Jaxton scoffs. “All I’m saying is that junkies can surprise you with their tolerance.” Jaxton waves his hand. “I know the limits of the human body. Three times the actor’s dosage—no one can survive.” Mac shrugs his shoulders, but then turns his attention to the Abbot. “Your Grace. I understand—” Mac pauses, not sure how to broach the subject. “I understand you have a…condition.” “Ah,” says the Abbot. He and Virgil share a look. “Si. A thing I pick up—” He gives Jaxton a stink eye, “—before we begin vetting more carefully. Back when we do a thing in haste.” “In Romania,” Virgil adds, bobbing his shiny head. “M-many centuries ago.” Mac leans toward the Abbot. “Will the boy…” Mac isn’t sure how to phrase it, “…inherit this condition?” “Si. Not at first, but it always come back over the years.” The Abbot starts lifting his robe. “Let this be the lesson to you, Lucius.” As he lifts his robe, he reveals a massive amount of dark body hair on his tiny frame, with a perfectly normal old man’s wrinkled penis. He continues raising his robe and above his navel, first two, then four, then six, and finally eight plump nipples run from abdomen up to chest. “I believe it was a transference in the eighteenth—” Virgil shakes his head correcting the Abbot. “—oh, si, seventeenth century. Tainted boy before we make habit of checking more thorough.” “Werewolf?” Jaxton says in disbelief, to which both Abbot and the Brother chuckle. “No, no, no. We rule out Lycanthropy,” Abbot Santana says, “long, long ago.” “Old w-wives tale,” Virgil stutters. “Wolf-man n-n-nonsense.” He clears his voice. “Supernumerary maladaptation, is science name for Abbot’s condition.” Mac leans over the coffee table and brushes one of the lower nipples with his fingertips. “Oh!” gushes the old Abbot. “Sensitive.” “And on full moons?” Jaxton asks mesmerized by the surplus of teets. “No worry about full moons.” The Abbot laughs. “But no come up and surprise me. Ah grrr!” He and the Brother exchange a laugh, playfully clawing at each other. “Only thing that brings on condition is emotions that are strong. Passion, fear, anger, et cetera, et cetera.” He turns to Jaxton and Mac with a sneer of his upper lip and a laugh. “Ah grr!” he growls at the two of them. The doorbell chimes and the four men exchange concerned looks. The Abbot drops his robe covering his nipples. They sit in silence until the chimes urgently ring several times. Santana turns to Mac. “You answer your door?” Mac warily approaches the entrance. “Yes?” He cracks it open to see who it is and Eros pushes in, knocking him backwards, holding Jesse in his arms. Jesse shades his eyes from the sudden brightness. His legs drip mud. “We need get him to a hospital.” “Eros, knock it off! I’m okay,” he says. “Just let me down.” “I need the keys to your boat.” Eros shakes Jesse in his arms, scolding him. “You need to be looked at.” “We found him on the marsh,” Tommy quickly fills over Eros. “I guess he fell through some planks. He was up to his neck, shaking, whining—” “I was in mud, T! Of course I was shaking.” “What are you talking about? Slow down.” Mac says, his hand on Eros’ chest. “Don’t tell me to slow down.” Tommy continues speaking over Eros, “He went off at the beach and didn’t come back.” He checks the back of Jesse’s head. Jesse swats his hand away. “When it got dark, we went searching for him.” Tommy points to the lounge chair in the living room. “Put him on that. We thought he got lost in the fog.” “I was lost!” “He just now is coming round. I think he was knocked out. He was dazed when we got him out.” Eros sets him on the lounge chair. He and Tommy realizes there’s others in the room. They give the monks a cursory grunt but are obsessed with Jesse. “I wasn’t knocked out. I was stuck in cold mud.” The two sit on the ottoman, fidgeting. Eros says, “See, there’s a little blood back here.” He twists Jesse’s head to show a dried patch. “Hey. I’m not a mannequin!” Jesse squawks. "Oddio!” says the Abbott rising with Virgil’s help. “The fault is ours. We are terrible—how you say—scaredy cats. Something frighten us walking from the boat. We think it an animal. We are afraid and hurry to the house. We don’t think to find out what it was.” “Apologies,” Mac says to the monks. “Eros and Tommy, this is Abbot Santana from Father Lucius’ monastery and his attendant, Brother Virgil.” Tommy and Eros give them distracted greetings. “Fortune smiles, gentlemen,” the small Abbot says, putting his hand on Eros’ bicep surreptitiously squeezing it and exchanging a gleeful look with Virgil. “No need for hospital. Brother Virgil is registered nurse. He see to your friend.” “Si, Concussion, very serious.” Virgil is again barely audible so Tommy and Eros have to lean toward him. “But he no pass out, so is good.” Virgil takes his glass of water and offers it to Jesse. Jesse grabs Eros’ forearm. “See, they heard an animal, too. It had red eyes. And before that, back at the lighthouse, I heard voices under the floor!” “He might wish something stronger,” the Abbott suggests to Mac, softly. “And, guys, someone’s writing about us!” Mac brings back a whiskey. Virgil takes it. “Here,” he whispers to Jesse. “You drink.” Jesse sips then grimaces from the taste. “Come. Once more.” Jesse takes a second reluctant sip. “Gees,” Tommy says. “You poor guy. You musta really knocked your head.” “It doesn’t sound like he was unconscious,” Mac assures Tommy and Eros. “But he could be in shock.” “Let’s get him to the shack,” Tommy suggests. “You can. But you’ve got a registered nurse right here,” Mac suggests. “Are delusions a sign of a concussion?” Eros quietly asks Virgil. “Eros. I’m right here. You know I can hear you? Jesus Christ! Sorry Father,” he says to the Abbot. “I’m cold, wet and upset, not delusional.” Jesse takes a deep breath, then adamantly states his case: “There’s voices in the lighthouse basement. There’s someone in the lighthouse who’s writing about us. And there’s some red eyed monster in the swamp.” “Just listen to yourself,” Tommy says, aggravated. "Total nut job." “He got a big conk on his head is all.” Eros says to Tommy. He scans the room and sees everyone is skeptical. “You know where you are, don’t you, Chewy?” “Of course I do,” Jesse says impatiently. Then seeing Eros clearly wants him to answer. Rolling his eyes, he says, “Okay. I’m in Mac’s living room. But there really were voices—” Tommy and Eros are nodding indulgently. He sees they’re just humoring him. “Someone was writing…In the swamp, there was—” He takes in the concerned looks of the monks, and sees Jaxton’s behind them smirking. He leans back into the lounge chair and exhales. “Okay. Forget it. I guess I am totally…” He twirls his finger around his temple. “He should stay here tonight.” Mac puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Jesse, why don’t you go upstairs, take a hot shower and wash off all that mud?” Jesse nods. He gets off the lounge chair, scowls at Tommy and Eros, then trots up the stairs. “C’mon, Eros.” Tommy elbows him. “We’ll check on him in the morning.” Eros sees the small bald monk is beaming at him adoringly. He snarls not liking that one bit. He jabs his finger at him savagely. “You just make sure he stays okay. You hear me?” Virgil cringes from Eros’ hot breath. The Abbot cuts in front of Virgil, “Oh, most definitely.” He places his hand on Eros’ chest. “We will be with him throughout the night. I assure you this.” Eros pushes off his knees and rises. He confronts Mac, poking his finger in his face. “You got Gleason airlifted. You’ll do the same for the kid if it comes to that. Got it?” “Got it,” Mac replies. His eyes shine from Eros’ insolence, but he keeps his cool. Eros and Tommy get ready to leave, but Eros turns back giving the group a last menacing look, before slamming the door. “Most unpleasant fellow,” says the Abbot. “Not for much longer,” Mac says under his breath. “Another statue of Michelangelo, eh, Brother Virgil? But the teeth, they will need repair.” Mac climbs the stairs and finds Jesse relaxing under the streaming shower. The last of the mud swirls down the drain as Mac slips off his khakis and top and joins him. He gently washes Jesse’s shoulders and back, soaping up his chest, under his arms, between his legs. Jesse unwinds in Mac’s arms. He turns the boy around and kisses his lips lightly. “I’ve so enjoyed out time together.” “Me too.” Jesse wraps his arms around the man and clutches him tightly, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Mac soaps the boy’s groin and gets a rise out of him. Jesse smiles as he’s being stroked. Mac rinses him off and turns off the shower. He grabs a warm towel and dries him. “Like our first time, isn’t it?” Mac says. He leads Jesse into his bedroom straight to the sling. Jesse eagerly climbs in letting Mac slip his legs into the straps and positioning his butt at Mac’s crotch. He places his hands above his head grasping the chains ready for Mac to slide his cockhead into him. Slipping quietly through the door, Jaxton grabs Jesse’s right hand and puts it in a restraint, while Mac quickly cuffs Jesse’s legs. “Motherfucker!” the boy shouts at the top of his lungs, thrashing wildly. Jaxton tapes his mouth with duct tape and Mac secures Jesse’s other hand. No matter how hard he bounces he’s held in place by his cuffs. Abbot Santana and Brother Virgil enter naked, Santana rubbing his hands together excitedly as Virgil sets down his satchel next to the sling. They both leer at the helpless boy, whose eyes widen in fright taking in the hairy Abbot surplus of nipples. The aged monk seems to grow taller as he bares a wolfish smile, his teeth unusually large and his ears, under dark ringlets of curls, appear pointed. His shoulders and flanks are black with thick fur as are his arms and legs. The Abbot walks between his parted legs, running his hands on the inside of Jesse’s thighs. He has grown larger than Mac and Jaxton, who close rank on either side of the hairy Abbot. They stroke the Abbot’s many nipples causing his wrinkly dick to swell to attention. As the veiny dick rises it pokes Jesse in the balls; the boy, revolted by the canine monstrosity bearing down on him, redoubles his effort to try to escape. He hollers and yells behind his tape, shaking his head, kicking his arms and legs in every direction. The sling clangs away in his frantic struggle to get away from the beast. “Can you not calm him down?” the Abbot says to Jaxton. Jaxton produces his zippered drug case and removes a hypodermic. “Hold his head to the side.” Mac presses down on Jesse’s ear so that his neck is exposed. The veins pop out prominently as Jesse strains against Mac’s hand. Jaxton finds a suitable candidate and injects the fluid. Mac releases him as Jesse coughs behind the tape, begins breathing rapidly and starts trembling violently as the drug directly hits his brain. The men around the sling watch the alteration of the young boy, from rebellious captive to writhing slut. “Virgil, we start with il cazzo. See what he can take, but mind the ruby.” Virgil, eyes lit up with excitement, pulls out a set of sounds from his satchel. Staring with one of the smaller one, he coats the silver rod with lubricant and places a drop on Jesse’s piss slit. The old attendant expertly inserts it. Jesse pumps his hips up into the sound, wanting it to penetrate him faster. “Slow, slow, child,” says the Abbot amused. “You have much time to enjoy your impaling.” Virgil holds his cock, squeezing and releasing it as the weight of the sound drills deeper into Jesse’s urethra. The tip disappears and reappears as Virgil pumps his dick. A happy look of enchantment blooms across his face as he nods to the Abbot. Virgil extracts the sound and replaces it was a much larger one that has multiple ridges. He coats the new sound and lets its weight fall much more quickly down into Jesse’s erection. Almost vanished, the Abbot grabs the tip and pulls it out and then pushes it quickly back in. He masturbates the boy from the inside out. Jesse eyes roll up in his head at the overwhelming agony and ecstasy of the sensation. Virgil coats a huge sound, one thick as his finger, and gives it to the Abbot. The Abbot removes the medium rod and attempts to insert the new gigantic one into the narrow piss slit. Just the tip is difficult for Jesse to accept, but the Abbot teases the boy’s small opening until Jesse, his eyes filled with dark cravings, pushes his pelvis to force in the sound. He can’t help himself. The pain is great but his corrupt desires are stronger. In pure anguish, notes the Abbot, he still keeps pushing up on the impaling rod. For several minutes the men watch the dance the Abbot and Jesse perform—almost out and then all the way in. It makes the boy crazed and amuses the ancient monk. He loves the exquisite torture he’s giving the boy. Mac brings over a brown bottle, uncaps it and places it under Jesse nose. Whether he’s aware or not, Jesse hits the bottle hard, and then relaxes into the sling and lets the Abbot glide the enormous sound in and out, as he shudders in the Abbot’s hand. “Magnifico,” the Abbot says, as he molests the boy. “Decidedly a masochist. We can only pray he also displays a sadistic side.” The Abbot extracts the sound and slaps Jesse’s balls. The boy spreads his legs inviting more abuse from Santana. “Stupendo,” breaths the Abbot, and continues the slapping, harder and harder, until the hand turns from palm to fist. Jesse rams his crotch into the man’s clenched hand, tears streaming from his eyes in his desire for more pain. “Molto bene. Now we fuck,” he says, leaving the sling and moving to the bed. Mac and Jaxton release Jesse’s cuffs, help him out of the sling and lead him to the Abbot. The old man sees the boy’s eyes are dark and corrupt. He plays with his many nipples to increase the young boy’s debauchery. Jesse’s dick rises at how perversity of what he’s offered. He climbs on the old man who rips the tape off his mouth to allow him to bend down and suckle the many plump choices. The Abbot writhes in delight as the boy nurses him. “Ah, ciccio. Fantastico. Sit, sit,” he says, wiggling his erection. Jesse climbs over his hips, while Brother Virgil slicks his butt with lube. Jesse lowers himself on the hairy mutant’s penis and squirms down on it. His hands on the headboard, he winces in perverted pleasure as he accepts the cock sliding inside his body. Mac strokes Jesse’s cheek and offers him another hit of poppers. Jesse grabs Mac’s hand and pulls it to his nose and hits it hard. He moans, doubling down on the Abbot’s furry crotch. Virgil lubes his own bloated cock and crawls behind the boy. He introduces his member to Jesse hole, and Jesse bends over presenting his sloppy cunt to the Brother. Virgil happily grinds himself in, rubbing his cock against the Abbot’s. Jesse feels his sphincter incredibly stretched as he maniacally pounds his hips against the two old perverts. He gives in to the foul scene and pinching the nipples of the abnormality below him. Santana pants, his tongue lolling to the side, a long red tongue. His pace of fucking his cock into the boy grows faster as the boy pinches his nipples harder. He snarls, grabs Jesse’s head and gnaws at his neck, growls viciously and explodes his load into the boy. The slick wet hole triggers Virgil, knowing the Abbot sperm engulfs his cock. Jesse growls himself and bites the Abbot’s neck in return. He rubs his hand up and down the Abbot’s chest and abdomen, pinching them pitilessly till the Abbot howls in pain. The pure depravity of the act makes Jesse cum all over the Abbot many teets. He rubs his sperm into the old man’s pelt. Looking down into the Abbot’s face, he sees blood red eyes glowering back at him. The Abbot bares his fangs, growls hungrily at the boy, quite ready to devour his soul.

I am feeling very horny today so I decide to check out Squirt, a cruising website for gay men to have sex with other gay men. I look up Brimbank park and notice that the gate is broken again. Usually, the gates close at 8:00 P.M. so all the fun happens before this time; if the gate is broken, men can come into the park at anytime, which is usually better because there wouldn’t be any interruptions from families and you would know that any men that comes in after eight o’clock is after sex. I clean my bottom hoping to get topped tonight and get there a little after eight. There is only one other car there—a convertible, so I park my car near toilet C and wait. Soon, I see a man walk from his convertible to the toilet. It is too dark to make out what he looks like so I follow him. The toilet has a sink on the left hand side, urinal in the middle, and two cubicals on the far right side. A few weeks ago, there used to be a glory hole in-between the cubical which was gloriously fun to use, but it was closed after a month. Now, there is only the man at the urinal pretending to pee and the echo of my footsteps as I approach the urinal. I take out my dick and play with it a bit, he has his eyes lock onto it, then his warm mouth. He sucks me for the count of about twenty seconds before I leave: his technique was below average. I wait in the car for about twenty minutes before another car arrives, black, parks next to me. It is getting dark now so I could not see the man leaving his car and walks towards the toilet, but I follow him. He waits for me outside the toilet so I enter and he follows me to the cubical. We don’t waste any time. He grabs me by the neck and forces a kiss, spits in my mouth, pushes my down on my knees. He’s got his cock out, hard, pushes it down my throat, holds my head in place, and starts thrusting it forcefully. It feels great being used. I get up on my feet in a bent-over position and he wets my hole, turns me around, and using spit only, forces his cock into my hole. I hold onto the cubical door for support as he pushes his dick deep inside me. Another man enters. He watches us from a distance before approaching with his cock out and I eagerly put it into my mouth. My favourite position. Soon, my top unloads inside me, holds the positions for a count of ten, then slides his dick out. I quickly turn around and put the dick of the other guy into me. It slides in easily and he starts fucking me and I am holding onto the other guy for support and my top is gripping onto my waist as he thrusts in and out and in and out again before unloading into me. Both men cleans their dicks in the sink and leave. I stand there at the cubical jerking myself off with a finger up my ass to feel the cum leaking from my loose hole. After a minute, I leave and sit in my car. I contemplate on leaving when another car shows up, parks, and the man exits his car and walks to the toilet. I am overwhelm with lust and desire so I follow him. Inside, he is standing by the cubical, so I approach him, get on my knees, suck his dick. It is big. It doesn’t take long before it is hard. I stand up, turn around, guides his dick into me. There is no resistance now. There is no need for lube. There is no self-control. I bend over and let him use me, my body is for his enjoyment, his pleasure. He fucks me hard and deep. I feel cum from previous men drip down my legs but he is still going so I stand there like a good boy, and soon he unloads into me. He slaps me ass, rustles my hair, slaps the back of my head, and disappears into the dark and the night. I am exhausted. I pull up my pants, walk to my car, drive home. When I enter my room, I take out my dildo, spit on it, slide it inside me. I can feel the cum inside me squishing and when I take out the dildo, cum leaks all over the floor in large puddles. I stare at it, mesmerize. My knees falls to the ground on its own accord, my face drawn to the puddle, and I begin to lick the floor with the cum on it. It taste so good. I put the dildo back inside me, push it in and out while licking up all the cum. When I am done, I take the dildo out and there is another puddle of cum, so I turn around to lick the puddle dry. I jerk off, slightly disgusted at myself, and cum all over the floor. I lick this up as well.

Tedd grabbed me a warm rag and i cleaned cum and lube off my ass and thighs. I walked into the kitchen to set down the rag when John walked in and surveyed the scene. He burst out laughing. "I thought I might walk in on a blowjob!" "I, uh, well I ...." Tedd finished my thought, "wanted to get fucked." "So I'm guessing Sally shouldn't know about this?" asked John. "...yeah well she doesn't know anything." I grabbed my jeans from the floor and started pulling them on. "Actually, I haven't ever done anything like this before." I was amazed it took John a second to process that information. "Well, you jumped into the deep end of the gay pool with Tedd!" "What do you mean?" Tedd chimed in. "Don't listen to John, bud. It's just sex." John gave us a look and headed to his bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower," he said flatly. We sat awkwardly on the couch for a minute and then I turned up the volume on the half time show. "So is that true? That you haven't been fucked before?" "... Yeah that was my first time." "Well you've got a tight ass. I believe it, bud." "... well it was fucking hot. I loved feeling you inside me." Tedd undid his pants and pulled out his stiffening cock. He was bigger than I appreciated. I had a hard time believing I'd just been fucked by that. It was fat and long. I hadn't cum so my cock sprang to attention, straining against my zipper. Tedd got naked and approached me. I saw his cock up close for the first time. Fuck. He opened my jeans and pulled them down to my feet then flipped me over on the couch. "Can I record me fucking you, bud?" I guess I was up for everything this evening but didn't say anything. Tedd was pointing his phone at me as he slid his penis back in my anus. He pulled out and had me flip on my back on John's couch. His camera was in my face as he rubbed his lubed cock around my hole. "Is it true that the only person to fuck your ass is me?" he slid inside "... yes" He stayed buried in me then started fucking. I'd been in the moment but lost it, thinking about Sally and how she didn't deserve this. I looked away as Tedd pounded my hole. "fuck yeah cum slut" "...wait, can you..." he came again, deep inside me. He kept the camera trained on my face.

"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."

It's been ages since i had some fun, I was chatting to an older guy who likes to massage guys. We agreed to meet and I turned up on time. He invited me to his bedroom where we stripped naked and he had me lie on the bed which was covered with a water proof cover. He proceeded to give me a lovely massage with baby oil. He spent a lot of time on my ass, pouring the oil onto my ass cheeks and rubbing it in, he occasionally touched my anus and I moaned softly. He then very gently pushed his finger in, making sure I was fully lubed. He said to me "You want this don't you?" to which I nodded enthusiastically. He put a pillow underneath me raising my bum into the air. I felt him kneel on the bed behind me easing my legs apart. I felt his cock against my hole, nicely lubricated with oil and pre-cum. He said "you like it like this don't you?" as he pushed more firmly, easing his cock head into my hole. I was enjoying the feeling so much I just nodded again. He pushed harder and his cock slid in. I gasped as his cock was filling me nicely. I felt his hands pushing down on my shoulders as he started to fuck me, slowly at first then building up speed. I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum as he fucked me. After 5 mins, he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to cum in you now", without waiting for my response he started fucking me really hard, holding me down with his hands. With a couple of really deep hard thrusts, he cried out in pleasure and I could feel him cumming in me. He gave me quite a big load and lay on me with his cock buried in my ass, holding me tightly. Eventually he pulled out and told me to get dressed, his cum leaking out into my pants. I thanked him for a wonderful session and we agreed to meet again. Next time he's going to fuck me with his P.A. in. I'd forgotten how lovely it is to feel someone cumming in me.

Congratulations on your new, remote job, @Breedingandseeding, and on being deliberate about living in a place where you can do something you love: fucking! I'm going to make a contrarian suggestion. Take a gay-friendly metropolitan region like the San Francisco Bay Area, find cities within the region that have effective rent control, and then find a simple but adequate rent controlled apartment. The starting rent may seem high relative to your salary today, but if you choose a place you like and you attend to the legal details over the course of a long tenancy, your rent will rise more slowly than your income. Most jurisdictions with local or state rent control exempt units built after a certain date, so as not to discourage new apartment construction. This means searching for older housing stock. Also, rent control laws usually do not apply to single-family dwellings such as houses and condominium units, or properties with a small number of units, such as a large house that has been divided into 2 or 3 flats or a house with a granny flat (an "accessory dwelling unit") in the back yard. The theory is that tenants have closer relationships with individual landlords, and can negotiate. Though flats and ADUs may be cheap initially, and though you might form a great relationship with the current owner, there's no guarantee that rent increases will be affordable — especially if ownership changes someday. If rent control becomes a component of your financial security and of your happiness (in that it affords you a chance to live where you want to live), it's crucial to stay informed. Jurisdictions with rent control may offer workshops, and they can definitely field questions about the status of specific rental buildings and units, and about no-cause eviction protections and caps on rent increases (you need both to have any possibility of being secure). A tenants' organization may also have information. Keep every document associated with your tenancy, including proof of every rent payment. I don't recommend straying far from gay-friendly metropolitan areas. There are hidden costs to living far away from gay life. Not having a place to rest, freshen up, or take a shower while you're in town, and then getting home late at night, is inconvenient and tiring. Traveling to meet people or attend events is expensive. Ultimately, the need to travel reduces social opportunities. Loneliness and isolation (if they occur, as a result of living far away from kinds of people you like to spend time with) can harm your health, even reducing your performance at work, and thus, your income growth. I focus on the cumulative impact of reduced access to health care, and of lower-quality care. Gay men who fuck a lot have better health outcomes if they see medical providers who have experience serving lots of GLBT patients. Knowing that you, and the hot young guy you fucked a week ago, can walk in to San Francisco City Clinic for no- or low-cost, shame-free STI testing and treatment, same-day PrEP initiation, PEP in case of a fundamentally risky exposure, and same-day ART if you are newly Poz, is worth a lot. (There are similar public or non-profit clinics in DC, Los Angeles, New York, Boston, Atlanta, and a few other big US cities, although San Francisco's stands out for providing the most up-to-date medical care. You want a jurisdiction that spends money on public health, and a clinic whose staff also do research work.) Access to sexual health care aside, consider carefully what the health insurance landscape looks like in the state you'll be moving to. What will a decent Affordable Care Act plan cost you, after subsidies? Has the state expanded Medicaid, providing a safety net in case your income ever drops? Will you have to travel for general medical care? All of these factors can affect your cost. A suburban, rural, or small-city environment with low rents might not turn out to be a cheaper place to live.

Part 35 - Royal Christmas Ball Yet again Max found himself in whirlwind, Alex never seemed to sit still and now wanted to go horse riding for half an hour to show Max the grounds. Max looked at him as Artem walked him holding some riding clothes for him. Max protested over and over trying to get through to them that he couldn't ride a bike let alone a horse. Alex was about to give in until Alden burst in to the bedroom and looked at Max, he took the clothes from Artem and thrusted them in to Max's hands the stood there staring at him with his arms folded. Max stared back at him trying to not to giggle but Alden was dam good at staring people out. Finally throwing up his hands full of riding clothes in defeat he changed whilst Alex and Alden chatted. Alden looked down at the tight fitting jodhpurs then nodded looking impressed, Max knew full well he was looking at his bulge and he began to feel conscious about it. Alden grabbed his arm marching him off with Alex through the palace and across the footpath down to the mews. He was so tempted to make a snowball to throw at Alex, but something told him if he did that the brothers would gang up on him. Walking in the mews yard Marty brought Danbury and Brandy out of the paddock and looked down at Max and grinned causing both the princes to laugh. After handing the horses over to Alex and Alden he went back and returned with two more horses explaining that Max would be riding the dowager queens horse and he the kings. After much laughter Max finally got in the saddle and managed to sit upright, Marty rode by his side helping him with the reigns. The snowfall was easing a little and gradually Max was getting the hang of controlling the horse with Marty's expert guidance. Max took his first glance over at the palace, it looked imposing and daunting all at the same time, yet he was no longer having any feelings of doubt. Alex and Alden allowed Marty to teach Max alone and enjoyed chatting between themselves as they rode around the palace grounds. Alex loved watching how well Marty and Max interacted with each other, clearly they were enjoying each others company, either that or Marty was a completely new man having told Josh he was his boyfriend. The snow began to hall heavier again and Marty advised they should head back to the mews. On their return to the mews they helped Marty put the horses back in their stables and stayed chatting for a while, Alden already departed back to the palace. Max watched as Marty bowed his head addressing Alex then walked over and kissed them both on the cheeks. They walked slowly back to the palace across the snow laden foot path, both of them beginning to feel the chill hitting their bones from being out so long. "Cold?" Alex asked picking up the pace of their walk back. "Yes" Max replied, "Loving it though, all the snow it is really like Christmas" he said. Alex smiled and took Max's hand "Marty seems to like you a lot" he said glancing at Max. Max chuckled "Yeah I like him, not sure if I will ever let him go at my arse again though". "Oh that is nothing!" Alex said between laughing, "Trust me that was tame to what he can do". "This way" Alex said as they approached the palace, "Hot chocolate I think". Walking in to the palace kitchen that resembled more like a large scale catering facility took Max's breath away, people buzzing around preparing the buffet for the ball when suddenly every one stopped and faced Alex bowing their heads 'Your royal highness' they all called out then carried on like nothing had happened. Fredrick the palace executive chef came rushing over towards them. "Your highness" Fredrick said bowing, "May I help you with something?" he asked. "Hi Freddie" Alex responded, "Can we get some hot chocolate please" he asked. "Of course your highness, come sit" Fredrick said taking them to his office, "I make personally". With that he was off and returned 10 minutes later with two mugs of very sumptuous hot chocolate that Max could smell even before they arrived. Alex introduced him to Max and had a brief conversation before Fredrick went back out in to the throng of the kitchen. Even knowing Alex as he did now, Max was still finding it quite surreal when people bowed. "My little hideaway down here when I need to get away from things" Alex said to Max. Max smiled warming his hands on the heat from the mug "Lipscombe use to hate me coming in here". "Who is Lipscombe?" Max asked having never heard that name. "Use to run the household, Jackson does that now and is making a good job of it" Alex replied. Max stared out in to the kitchen "Long story but I will tell you about it" Alex added. Max suddenly sat up "Dam what do I do about Christmas presents if I am staying?" he asked. Alex laughed "Ask Liam to take you out but nothing expensive we don't do expensive gifts!". Max put his mug down "But when, I don't seem to have any time you don't sit still!". "Tomorrow morning, a few stores will be open for last minute present shopping" Alex said. Alex rambled on about the presents Alden and he got family members over the last few years and Max was astounded that they were very simple gifts of chocolates, novelty socks, hats and gloves. He also emphasised that gifts were not expected, Alex made some suggestions for Max as a guide if he was intent of buying gifts. Returning to the royal quarters Alex and Max spent the next few hours chilling out where Alex went through his year telling all to Max including his sexual exploits, Prince Andreas and Lipscombe. Max was sat there quietly shocked at the revelations which explained a lot about how Marty became a very close friend to the prince. He never imagined that things like that could happen in a royal life, but then again no one really knew what went on behind the façade of a royal family. "We better go and get ready" Alex said standing up, "Guests will arrive shortly for security clearance". "What time does it start?" Max asked standing up and stretching. "Officially 7pm but guests have to be in place by 6.30" Alex informed him. Max looked at himself in the mirror wearing the tuxedo Josh had provided, he had never looked so amazing as he felt right now and it helped boost his confidence whilst watching his lover transform in to a prince before his eyes wearing his official royal dress. Max walked over 'Wow!' he said kissing Alex then heading to the lounge to let him finish dressing. Liam appeared and Max burst out laughing seeing him in his formal royal household dress for the first time. "Don't you dare say a word Max!" Liam warned then smiled at him, "Your turn will come!". Max nodded "Dam you look even sexier dressed like that" he said. Liam laughed "What you want a piece of me?" he asked teasingly. "How about a threesome?" Max asked, "I bet you have already done it with Alex!". Liam smirked and winked at Max "Somethings are not for discussion" he replied. "What isn't?" Alex remarked appearing and fully dressed in his finery. Liam bowed his head "Your royal highness. Max was enquiring weather we have done it". Artem walked in adjusting his tunic "Course they have, several times. Straight my arse!" he said. "Artem!" Alex shouted at him, "How dare you speak out of term" he said trying to stop smiling. Artem rolled his eyes "Shut up Alex. Apparently Liam is pretty good at gay sex" he added. Liam just stood there smiling "And you are not helping!" Alex said to him. "What?" Liam responded holding his hands out, "I haven't said a word". Max walked over to Liam "Alex told me" he said smirking, "When do I get a go?" he asked grinning. Liam smirked and looked Max up and down "I only do royalty" he replied. Liam opened the doors "You are not a patch on me in the bed!" he said as Max walked past. Max smiled "Then you need to show me!" he replied deliberately flaunting himself to Liam. "Right I think we are all ready" Artem announced as they stood in the hallway. Max looked at him "Tell me what is the significance of your dress?" he asked admiring it. Artem smiled "White tunic with silver piping for royal staff, those serving close to the family". Max nodded "And the gold sash?" he now asked. "Normal sash colour is silver but Liam and I are are Barons" Artem replied to an astonished Max. Artem chuckled "Not royalty or anything, it is title in service" he added. "Not just service" Alex reminded him, "Exceptional commitment to service". Max nodded "I guess Liam got his for service in the bedroom" he said and Artem burst out laughing. "I will ignore that remark" Liam said watching Alex sniggering, "Behave all of you!". Artem took Max to the reception where they met up with Josh and Marty, the 100 members of the public that were invited had arrived already along with the 150 other guests from government and nobility. Alex and Liam went a different route heading towards the waiting chamber where the family gathered before making their entrance, once there Liam bowed and took his leave heading back to the ballroom. The six chambers members all assembled in the king's office patiently listening to the king talking about Max. Along with the king the chamber council was a total of 7 members so that it prevented a stale mate on any decisions that needed voting on, no member was permitted to abstain from voting or even dared to. There was a slight silence in the room and most the council members discreetly looked to the governor premier for an indication of where he was inclining including the king. "Your majesty, is this the same gentleman he met in Mauritius and London?" Steven asked. The king nodded "Yes, it is the very same". "And he came here willingly to seek Prince Alexander?" the governor now asked and the king nodded. The governor premier smiled "Then I vote for this union to progress" and all members agreed. "Thank you" the king said in appreciation for a full vote. "Your majesty we will need to discuss title of accession if this is successful" Steven added. "Agreed" the king said, "In any case they should be afforded equal rights" he informed them. Steven nodded "Absolutely we must always retain our Monrovian progressive nature" he said. "Oh and one other thing The prince wants to visit London with Max after Christmas" the king said. Steven contemplated a moment "Suggest they go on the 30th for three days" he advised. "Excellent, it will give time to do any checks and let Max inform his family" the king said. "Usual security but send two or three protection officers" Steven advised the king who nodded. The king waited holding Steven back as the others members left "When can you see him?" he asked. "I will make a call now and see him in the morning your majesty" Steven replied. It was a clean sweep of the council members and the king let out a huge sigh of relief, the governor even said to the king that he knew this was the person Prince Alexander had fallen in love with and couldn't get him out of his mind. The king left the office at 6.45pm and returned to the waiting chamber the queen looked at her husband who nodded and she smiled taking his arm. They walked over to where Alex stood "Council approves Alex pending checks" his father told him. Alex smiled "Are we official then?" he asked and the king nodded. "Nearly, Max will meet with the governor premier in the morning" his father replied. Alex glanced at him "Wow it is happening that quickly?" he asked. "Yes. But I suggest you both go slowly and let Max find his feet a little" the king suggested. "I agree" Alex said turning to him, "I don't want to scare him off" he said. "Maybe be seen together a few times out and about, unofficially of course" his father added. "I would prefer it if the news slowly dropped before any official announcement" Alex said. "Always thinking logically Alex" his mother said noticing how happy Alex now looked. "And you may go to London on the 30th for new year" his father confirmed. "Thank you both" Alex said kissing his parents. "You need to take Liam and two other protection officers with you though" he stated adamantly. "Of course" Alex replied walking off smiling and feeling very happy. The queen turned to her husband "Did you discuss status?" she asked. "A little, but it is to be decided in a few months. For now he will be lesser royal" he replied. "Lower than Marie's husband?" she asked sounding surprised. The king smiled "My dear I guess that does not sit well with you?" he proposed taking her arm. "I suppose for now it will do. But he is with a serving royal" she reminded her husband. "Ah! Jackson is here I need to get him to update the protocols" the king said beckoning him over. Max, Marty and Josh were wandering around the great ballroom ignoring most of the guests and avoiding the television cameramen who were filming the event live, spending their time looking at the spectacular surroundings, everything was so immaculate and even the Christmas tree was elegantly decorated that is fitted in for a royal palace. Max had never enjoyed himself this much before, he stood chatting to two people that were fast becoming friends. Josh completely apart from royal life yet close enough and Marty who down to earth yet help such an important position in the mews, Max certainly never imagined he would meet two people so distinctly different and yet so perfect for each other. The television camera panned over to where Josh was talking away to Max, despite the denial of any romance catching Josh at the Christmas ball fuelled the speculation even more as it was televised live evening. In the last few months the news surrounding the prince's love life gained momentum and meant numerous articles had already started appearing on line. Tonight the camera fixed on Josh as the commentator in the studio got pictures flashed up of the prince and Josh out dining, then at the Christmas market. They were convinced all the signs were there and igored the young man who Josh was talking to since they had no idea who he was. "Max!" came the voice of Lady Trasilion, "My god Max it is you!" she said approaching him. "Lady Trasilion how lovely to see you" Max said beaming at the sight of her. She laughed "Now what are you doing mingling here?" Lady Trasilion asked smiling and winking. Max chuckled "You know full well" he replied. "Good for you Max" Lady Trasilion said, "Glad you came to your senses". "Oh and my daughter Stephanie who I believe you know" Lady Trasilion said bringing her forward. "Westy!" Stephanie said looking shocked, "So you chased after him?" she asked hugging him. Max hugged her "Yes, realised I couldn't live without him". She was a stunning young lady who carried herself with confidence at 22 years old, she oozed a personality that was infectious. Here she looked even more stunning in her turquoise dress and a few men around the ballroom were noticing her. She was use to formalities and it clearly showed at how ease she was in the surroundings having attended several high profile meetings with international bankers and very rich people. Their chat was interrupted by the trumpet players blasting out the royal fanfare signifying the arrival of the countries monarch and family. The doors opening and the room fell silent with guests parting just as they had rehearsed. 'His Majesty The King Of Monrovia, Her Majesty The Queen of Monrovia' was announced and they walked in the ballroom, 'His Royal Highness Crown Prince Alden of Monrovia, Her Majesty The Dowager Queen Beatrice' followed and Alden and his grand mother walked in to the ballroom. 'His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia, Her Royal Highness Princess Marie and His Lordship the Duke of Victoria' there was his man walking as a solitude figure a few steps ahead of his auntie in to the ballroom. A surreal moment took place for Max picturing him accompanying his prince at the next Royal Christmas ball. Strange he didn't feel nervous at that thought and watching all the guests bowing and curtsying when Alex walked past. So regal and so royal Max thought chuckling at how he knew that the perfect exterior hid a mad sex machine in bed. They lined up in royal order status with the king, queen, dowager queen, crown prince, prince, princess and duke ready to meet the specially invited guests. It was the one and only event where the Duke took part and by default the princess as well, since she refused to take part unless her husband was included. "Ouch!" Max complained getting poked by Marty in his rib. "What the hell are you giggling about?" Marty asked him quietly. Max grinned "Him and how different he is in bed" he whispered to him. Marty coughed a laugh "Yeah I know, fucking him in the barn at Greenacres was dam hot". Max now had a shocked expression on his face then smiled "How very country of you!" he remarked. Marty looked around then grabbed Max's arse "You were speechless when I was fucking you!". They both got jabbed by Josh "Pay attention" he said rubbing both of their arses. "How inappropriate and in the presence of royalty" Max said quietly and trying to laugh. Marty looked around "Make sure the cameras don't pick up what you are doing" he said winking. "Dam Max you have a very fine arse" Josh said quietly leaning closer to Max. Marty grabbed Josh's hand removing it from Max's arse "Josh you must behave being my boyfriend". Josh smiled and winked at Marty "By the way Max you look fantastic in that tuxedo" he said. Max glanced over his shoulder at Josh "Thank you, not sure who the designer is". Josh leaned in "Very funny" he said jabbing his finger at Max's hole making him squirm giggling. Marty and Max were both sporting erections caused by Josh that was making them giggle. The cameras rolled on catching each of the 250 guests present being introduced and meeting the royal family, brief but it was a time honoured tradition and only happened at the Christmas ball. Guests were also allowed to take pictures or video on their phones at this part only. Marty thankfully didn't have to go through the line being a member of the royal household and he happily watched as Josh stood in line ahead of Max. The television cameras quickly zoomed in to Prince Alexander as Josh was introduced, Alex smiled and shook his hand giving nothing away. Lady Trasilion had taken her phone out and was filming Max as he began down the line of royalty. Max stepped up to the king who was a daunting figure standing there dressed so regally and Max bowed his head 'Your majesty' he said hoping to impress the king, they shook hands 'Welcome to Monrovia Max' the king replied and nodded to Max. It was a small and insignificant gesture to anyone looking on, yet to Max it seemed like he had just been given a nod of approval. He moved along quickly to the queen repeating his protocol and the queen said exactly the same. The dowager queen beamed when Max appeared and Alden stood there and winked at Max and shook his hand very tightly. Max moved and stood in front of Alex, his heart beating hard in his chest 'Your Royal Highness' he said bowing his head significantly lower. When their eyes met Alex was overcome with emotion and his eyes welled up, his man looked so stunning it was unbelievable, their hands lingered in the handshake for way too long opening up a gap between him and Josh in the line. Princess Marie made a coughing sound and he quickly moved on. All through the meetings he thought he nerves might give out, he was a mess inside and saved by Josh who quickly handed him a glass of champagne as they huddled in their little group. "A time honoured tradition" Josh said smiling and putting his arm around Max. Max breathed to steady his nerves "Did you not find that scary?" he asked. "Of course, I mean it is the king and queen" Josh replied, "You will be there next year". "Keep it down" came the voice of Liam from behind them, "Discretion" he reminded them. Max turned to him "He has to mingle for a bit and will then join you" Liam said quietly. Marty stood behind Max "Come behind the curtains and blow me, that will relax you" he said grinning. Max laughed "Not with your boyfriend present. Liam how about it?" he asked looking at Liam. "In your dreams" Liam replied as Nick wandered over noticing the group laughing. Liam turned and put his arm around Nick's shoulder "Nick might be up for it Max" he suggested. Max grinned stupidly "Up for what?" Nick asked grabbing a glass soda from a waiter passing by. "Max here wants to blow you behind the curtains!" Josh surprisingly pipped up. Nick shook his head looking serious "No way!" he remarked, "In the throne room then maybe!". The five of them burst out laughing quite loudly which caused Alex to look over and smile interrupting his chat with Lady Trasilion, her husband and daughter. Alden by his side was making small talk with Lord Trasilion but his eyes were fixed on their daughter, a little sparkle was coming back to Alden, something that he had not felt with Elethera. Max understood that Alex had a role to perform this evening and spent the next hour chilling out with Josh and Marty. Liam and Nick returned to their casual positions watching over their princes. Alex and Alden moved on circulating around the room meeting their guests. Stephanie excused herself and wandered over to where Max was stood chatting "Westy!" She said calling out to him, "Didn't expect to see you here!" she remarked. Max smiled and kissed her on both cheeks "Steph I was surprised to see you here" he said. "Cut the crap Westy, so is it going on, you and the prince?" she asked outright lowering her voice. Max laughed giving nothing away "Even if there was I couldn't possibly comment on such a thing". "Sorry Steph this is Marty and Josh" Max said introducing her and explaining how he knew her. It didn't help when Alex approached "Good evening guests of the royal family" he said cheekily. Stephanie curtsied "Good evening your royal highness" she said noticing that Max just smiled at him. Finally Max bowed his head "Your royal highness" he said, "May I entice you to a drink?" he asked. "Mr Westwood-Lymm are you trying to get me drunk?" Alex asked with a glint in his eye. "I knew it" Stephanie suddenly said nudging Max, "Westy! you are a terrible liar". Max glanced at her winking "Prince Alexander have you met Lady Trasilion's daughter?" he asked. Alex nodded looking at her "I have briefly" he replied, "My brother fancies you" he said. Stephanie laughed looking over at Prince Alden who caught her eye "Does he indeed!" she replied. "He will have to impress her mother first" Max said, "I remember that boy in school you wanted to date". Steph chuckled "Don't remind me Max" she said leaning in, "Mother wouldn't let him through the front door". Alex laughed knowing how much of tough cookie Lady T was, he bowed his head and walked off to meet other guests and the doors to the reception room with the buffet were officially opened marking the start of the more casual part of the evening. Television crews were removed from the palace to allow the guests privacy and enjoy the evening. Max was finding it hard to keep track of where Alex was as he moved so quickly around the room grabbing bits and pieces of food when he could. Max picked up a plate and piled some food on it and took it away hiding it in the corner of the reception room so that Alex had something to eat. Many of the guests were finally tucking in to the buffet and Alex weaved his way with Alden back to where they stood, Liam and Nick were in tow carrying a plate of food each that they were devouring. Alden kept trying to pinch some food off Nick's plate but he was far to quick reminding Alden that he doesn't share food no matter who he is. There had definitely been a closer bond formed between Nick and Alden over the last few weeks that Alex had picked up, it was like his brother had let a little bit of his guard down without Elethera poking and prodding to retain by his royal stand and be aloof, the thought sent a shiver up his spine. "I am so hungry" Alden complained when they stood within the group. Alex nodded "Me to and these piggy's won't share" he complained. Max leant behind and picked up the plate "Here I got this for you" he said. Alex smiled staring at Max full of love for him "Thank you" he said softly. "What about me?" Alden asked looking at Max. "Sorry but I don't love you" Max replied making Liam cough with laughter. Alden circled around Max then leaned in "I will get you for that!" he said chuckling. "You can share mine Alden" Alex said offering him the plate. "Thanks" Alden said, "Can you introduce me properly to Lady T's daughter?" Alden asked his brother. Alex smirked "What's it worth?" he asked teasing his brother enjoying the moment way to much. "Oh! you are serious?" Alex asked looking at Alden who nodded, "Ask Max he knows her better". "You need to impress her mother first your highness" Max said looking at Alden. Alden grinned at Max "I am a fucking crown prince!" he said in a shrilly voice that had them all laughing. Max smiled at Alden "Yeah what's it worth your royal highness?" he asked standing there all cocky. Alden handed the plate to Alex "You want a head start before I get you?" he asked moving closer. "You can't run in your royal dress princess!" Max replied stepping back and giggling. Alden smirked beckoning Nick over "Sort him out!" he commanded his protection officer. "Not whilst I am eating" Nick replied raising a prawn in his fingers and dipping it in the sauce. Alden turned to face him with his hands on his hips "Are you disobeying me?" he asked. Nick dangled the prawn in front of Alden "Open wide tinkerbell" he said pushing it in Alden's mouth. "Lazy fucker!" Max said making Nick laugh, Alden stood staring at him then burst in to fits of laughter. The queen walked over to the noisy group "If you don't stop you can go to bed the lot of you!". "Your majesty!" they all said bowing. "Alden you have marie rose sauce on your chin! Such a disgrace to the crown" she said giggling. "His fault!" he said pointing to Nick, "And he didn't help!" he now said blaming Max and Nick together. "Have you boys eaten?" she asked looking at Alden and Alex. "Yes, Max thoughtfully got us a plate of food" Alex replied, "And Alden had a prawn!". "Good, thank you Max. Now have fun and don't get drunk Alden!" she said walking away. Alden stood there with his mouth open in shock at his mother embarrassing him in front of everyone. The orchestra began playing in the ballroom and guests began to move back in to the ballroom whilst the footmen replenished the buffet that would remain open all evening. Max went and grabbed another plate for the two prince's and on his return Alden started grilling him on Stephanie. Alex watched his brother, the tiny things he did spoke volumes and clearly he was all nerves talking about her. It soon became evident that Alden was really taken by her by the amount of questions he was throwing at Max one after the other. Alex gave up and took his brother across the ballroom to where Lady Trasilion stood talking with her daughter, her husband was talking a group of men and he took the opportunity. "Lady Trasilion!" Alex called out getting her attention. "Your royal highnesses" Lady Trasilion said approaching with her daughter and curtsying. "Go on I am not doing your dirty work for you" Alex said to his brother confusing Lady Trasilion. Alden bowed his head in respect "Lady Trasilion may I ask your daughter to dance?" he asked. Caught by surprise she smiled and nodded her head gently "You may your highness, but you will have to ask her". As quick as that Alden and Stephanie went off "He fancies your daughter" Alex said. "Clearly" Lady Trasilion replied watching them, "What happened to that princess?" she asked. "Don't ask" Alex replied, "Totally unsuitable and council didn't approve of her". "Hmm" Lady Trasilion said then looked at Alex, "Is he serious?" she asked. Alex smiled taking her arm "I have never seen Alden look so nervous and stupid as he just did". "Well Stephanie makes her own choices now" she said glancing at Alex. Alex smiled "I have a feeling it will only be after she seeks your approval" he replied. Lady Trasilion chuckled and winked at Alex, he walked back over to where his little group stood he desperately wanted to kiss Max who looked a little out of place, shuffling on the spot and unsure what he should be doing. Marty and Josh were so engrossed in each other whilst Liam and Nick kept an eye on where their respective charges were. "Are you alright?" Alex asked standing by the side of Max. Max glanced at him "I think so, a little anxiety, nerves, oh I don't know" he replied. "How so?" Alex asked discreetly moving his hand to touch against Max's. "Having you so close yet I can't touch you" Max replied turning his head to look at Alex. "Don't worry Max, you will feel me later I promise you" Alex replied trying not to move his mouth. Max chuckled and rubbed his hand against Alex's "I love you Alex!" he said quietly. "I know" Alex replied glancing at him, "And I love you Max". "I can hear you both" Liam said turning around and winking at Max. The dowager queen approached them "Alex you should be out mingling" she said telling him off. "Your majesty" everyone said bowing as she stood there in front of them all. Alex nodded "Of course your majesty" he said bowing his head and glancing at Max before heading off. Max watched Alex going off doing his thing whilst the dowager queen chatted to Liam and Nick briefly, her eye though was clearly on Max. Unknown to Max the dowager queen had quietly taken to him and was vastly impressed by how well he had conducted himself today. The orchestra struck up a gentle waltz in the background and Max chuckled remembering how he and Stephanie had danced together at school when learning the waltz, it was one he could do effortlessly. "Ah a perfect waltz for the evening" the dowager queen remarked glancing in to the ballroom. Max decided to go for all or nothing "Your majesty, may I have this dance?" he asked. The dowager queen paused then looked at him "Yes, you may indeed Max" she said placing her hand out. Max took her hand softly leading her to the ballroom, interest in Max from the crowd of guests started to spike as they made their way on to the dance floor, he had no idea why as other guests were dancing with royalty. The king almost backed in to another guest dancing by him at the sight. His mother never danced with anyone other than himself or the governor premier. The guests now slowed and watched Max and the dowager queen move magically around the floor, there was a smile and laughter from the dowager queen as they spoke. Max telling her how nervous and silly he felt standing like a lemon at the side for most of the evening, then part of their conversation switched to some of the portraits adorning the far end of the ballroom where Beatrice dished out some of the family dirty secrets of past monarchs that had Max in stitches and loosing his rhythm slightly. Alex was dancing with one of the lady guests when he noticed Max gliding past with his grandmother as the music began the final few bars. Even he knew that she had very rarely danced at the ball, if she did it was usually with the king or governor premier. Max bowed his head "Thank you so much your majesty" he said as they lightly clapped. "Thank you Max, you are a good dancer" the dowager queen replied. "If you don't mind I would like to dance with my mother" the king said seizing the opportunity. "Your majesty" Max said bowing again and making room. "Max!" the queen said almost making him jump out of his skin holding her hand out. Max smiled "Your majesty" he said bowing his head, "May I?" he asked. The queen then made a slight curtsy to Max and naturally people were watching the royal family and queen, anyone in the know could see the young man was someone of interest, it was the very unusual action the queen made that caught their attention even more than Max dancing with the dowager queen. Alex and Alden both noticed it and he immediately looked over at Alex who had the biggest smile on his face. "Are you going to make him happy Max?" the queen asked as they glided slowly around the ballroom. Max was unsure if he should actually look her in the eye "Of course I will your majesty". The queen nodded "We are putting a lot of trust in your hands Max, with Alex" she said quietly. "In what way?" Max asked sounding a little confused then quickly adding, "Your majesty". The queen chuckled "Max, when talking like this you can drop the majesty bit" she advised him. Max nodded "Alex nearly gave up this life, I think you have helped keep him here" she said. "Really?" Max asked try to keep a normal expression, "I know he said he would for me". "Alex being gay is hard Max, with his position and finding someone suitable" the queen hinted. Max smiled "You all scare me a little" he said, "I love your son too much to let him quit". She nodded "You understand that we have to bide by rules despite who we are" she said. "I am getting there" Max replied and the queen smiled, "It won't be easy for me" he added. They silently danced for a minute "We will help you Max in anyway we can" the queen finally said. Max looked at her again "What will become of me?" he asked, "Can I still live normally?". The queen did a quiet laugh "Well life is not normal Max, but you will retain some normality". They gently clapped as the dance finished "Normal is what you make it Max" the queen said. The music started another waltz "May I?" Max asked and the queen nodded taking his hand. "I will look after and protect him" Max said as they danced on. The queen looked at him "The dowager queen approves, she is the toughest of all of us" she said. Max smirked and cocked his head to one side "Hmm.. I am not so sure" he said making her laugh. They walked together off the dance floor with the queen linking her arm through Max's as they strode over to where Alex was standing with Alden who was talking away to Stephanie and looking at her with soppy puppy eyes. The look on Alex's face was plain to read, he seemed really happy how Max was chatting away with his mother, from that moment he knew that Max was going to fit in just fine and his family would close ranks to make sure he never felt out of place. Max was beginning to understand a lot more about this royal family and how they worked, quickly he noticed the look the queen gave in Stephanie's direction. Alden noticed his mother looking in their direction and it looked like his mother was clearly talking about Stephanie to Max. "She is Lady Trasilion's daughter" Max said making the queen chuckle, "I went to school with her". The queen nodded "Really" she mused, "And what is your opinion? she asked glancing at Max. "Well educated, stable and already has very good etiquette" Max replied watching the queen nod. Alden excused himself "One moment Stephanie" he said walking over to his mother. "Your majesty" Alden said bowing, "May I have your permission to ask her for a date?" he asked. "You may" The queen replied, Alden looked at Max and mouthed the word thank you to him. Max faced the queen "Your majesty thank you" he said bowing his head as she left. Liam walked up behind Max "How did you get the dowager queen to dance?" he asked. Max shrugged "Does she not then?" he asked and Liam shook his head. Max stood there oblivious to the significance of his dance with the dowager queen. It was not only the orchestra playing that evening, the senior royals were also playing a very discreet game in showing that this young gentleman was someone important to the family. After all not everyone dances with the queen or dowager queen. Max grabbed some water and was more relaxed than he had ever been. He noticed the dowager queen milling around and chatting a few meters away when another waltz began playing from the orchestra. Max took a few steps towards the dowager queen who noticed his arrival and turned to him. Max bowed and simply held out his hand. The dowager queen nodded her head slightly and handing him her hand and off the went dancing again. The king looked on again simply dumbstruck at how Max had won his mother over so effortlessly. They came to a stop meters from where they had started and the dowager curtsied to Max who in turn bowed and thanked her, she chuckled and thanked Max then walked off to re-join the king and queen. Alex finally managed to get away and join them for a drink, his attention for some reason was drawn to the governor premier who checked his phone then walked over to the king and whispered in his ear. His father nodded and smiled patting Stephen on the arm, Brad wandered off leaving Steven and the king heading in Alex's direction. "Your royal highness" Brad said bowing his head. Alex chuckled since he had a bit of a thing for Brad "Hello are you having a good evening?" he asked. Brad nodded "Never mind that introduce me to your man!" he demanded smiling at Alex. "Very well. Max please meet the governor premier's husband Brad" Alex said introducing them. Alex stepped back allowing them to chat and he looked around noticing that Marty had spotted Tom on duty and was chatting to him trying to be very discreet. His new boyfriend Josh was still in complete awe of the evening taking in everything that was going on and admiring the many ball gowns being worn by the ladies. Alex nodded as his mother approached making a little cough behind Josh, but he was miles away didn't hear. Alex tapped him on the should and nodded for him to turn around. "Oh! Your majesty" Josh said bowing, "I am so sorry I didn't know you were here". "Perfectly alright Josh" she replied, "Now what about you designing me that dress?" she asked. Josh smiled "You seriously want me to design you a dress?" thinking that it a passing comment the other day. "Absolutely, I do require it for Prince Alexander's birthday party though" she said. Josh nodded "That won't be a problem" he replied, "I just hope you like what I come up with". It caught him off guard when she advised him she wanted to wear it at Alex's 21st birthday ball, he wasn't worried though knowing he could achieve that with his eyes closed. Across the ballroom Alden had been successful and secured a date with Stephanie the day after Christmas since she and her family was staying at their mansion on the outskirts of Victoria until the new year. She was beginning to wonder why she had always turned down these invitations after having such a fun evening, well having her friend Max there certainly helped make her night. At the stroke of midnight the royal family left the ballroom and Max was told to wait in one corner of the ballroom for Liam. Max said good night to Marty and Josh as they slipped away together and he stood there like a lemon in the corner waiting. He almost jumped out of his skin when Liam tapped him on the shoulder quietly and discreetly Max followed him in to the passageway behind the ballroom disappearing out of view.

Well IMO, straight as it is put; is a misplaced fantasy, if a bloke puts his cock in a Mans ass or Mans mouth anytime of the day or night or even embraces kissing and he is married with children, is he Straight? Er let me think?? No he isnt or better still Define straight as I may be completely misplaced in my view. But again labeling people, categorising people takes so much away. At the end of the day who really cares? Live a fantasy but just enjoy what you get, lifes too short.

I'm trying so hard to conclude that gay men's fetishizing straight men isn't a big deal, but you are right. Your observation about the fetish pecking order made me laugh. Here are words I remember, verbatim, from a gay erotic story that I read either in a print magazine (which dates it to 25+ years ago) or online in the Nifty archive (which means it might be a few years more recent): "... but this cock was the real thing. It had made babies. ..." To add to my amusement, the one student in my graduate program who was married and had a child bragged about the same thing, in a non-sexual context. "I've proved my masculinity. I've made a baby." No one could tell him that we saw how tired and unhappy he was from being married and having a new baby, when the other graduate students were fucking and having fun. I couldn't tell him that I'd read his line previously, in a gay porn story.

^^^ So much this! I am coming up on 4 years in my current place in a small town in eastern West Virginia. It's a cute and gay-friendly town, but except for visiting tourists, it's always the same dozen faces, and I've already done the three of them where there's a mutual interest (none of those turned out to be lasting, but I have a long-distance BF elsewhere). The nearest major metro is DC, with a pretty happening gay scene and just close enough that I can see some of the guys there on the usual apps, especially bbrt. It is 106 miles from my apartment to Crew Club (chosen as a reference point), which with traffic is about 2 hours. Each way. I have been to DC for sex exactly twice in those 4 years.

5. “Looks like you just had some fun,” Mike said still grinning. “I, um…” there was literally no way of denying anything, I was standing there in just a jock, sweating with cum leaking out of my hole, “yeah, I was pretty horny today.” “Horny enough that that wasn’t the first guy?” “Well…” He grinned wider, and stepped closer, “Horny enough that you let all of them cum in your ass?” “Uh…” Another step closer, “And you were thinking about what I said yesterday weren’t you?” “Umm…” “About how fun it was to not get off and just get fucked?” “I guess…” “How many guys,” he was very close to me now. “Three.” “Seems like a good start.” “A good start?” “Yeah, you had one slutty day…” “What you’re having more than just a slutty day?” He laughed. We were standing very close now. His smile became a little sheepish, and then wicked again. “I have a slutty life.” He unbuttoned his short shorts and pushed them to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was naked, but his dick was locked in a tight little cage. “You think you’re horny now, wait till you haven’t cum in week.” “Fuck, Mike! Who locked up your cock, I didn’t know you were some kind of sub.” “No one did this to me. It’s what I wanted. I caged myself.” He leaned close to my ear and said in almost a whisper, “I like being a cumdump, and I think you do too.” I laughed, “I heard that yesterday. You took a lot of loads” “And I took a couple more today after work.” “I… well… how did this start?” “Same way you started kinda, I was watching porn of a caged guy getting bred over and over and thought how hot it was that he wasn’t cumming just getting fucked. So I decided to hook up with a guy and not cum, afterwards I wanted more, and I got fucked again. After doing that for a couple weeks a bought myself a cage.” “When?” “Couple months ago.” “Fuck that’s…” “Hot?” “Yeah.” “Look I’m hungry,” he pulled up his shorts, “let’s go get dinner. Unless you need to jerk off first?” “No, um… no I’m good. Let me just take a shower.” “How about you skip the shower and throw some clothes on.” I hesitated for a moment, I knew I smelled like sweat and cum, but then I gave in and got dressed.

Holy fuck! This is some prime twisted engrossing and brilliant wriitng!

I don’t recommend this. Peeling them off your cock afterward is a bitch.

Great story! There was a guy in here NJ that did manscaping with massages on a large padded massage table, he was a little expensive but my friend said he is great and worth it. He would get you totally hairless from neck to toes. After he would get you all cleaned he started with the massage. He broke out the heated oils and massage you starting from the neck to your leggs. Flipping you over once and a while to get your chest and rod/balls area. Flipping you over again he started his ass massage with a vibrator on his fingers massaging every inch of you ass. He gently rubbed my hole I can feel the vibration on his fingers he would pour so much oil on me ass i can feel the warm oils dripping to my hole. Then he starts to put his fingers in and try's to do a prostate massage. I think i cam at that point. Lol He kept rubbing my hole and then felt a dildo slowly go in. Very well lube I would have to say and it starts small and goes large from what I can feel. My face is in the hole of the table and I cant see what he has or doing but Im soo relax didnt care but hot! What ever it was got very large and he kept it in me for a few minutes as he was massaging my ass. Then he slowly pulled it out and felt him put more oil in and around my hole. He then put a couple of fingers in me then it felt like his whole hand went in me after a while but absolutely no pain and felt awesome! This was going on for a few then pulled out and then looking at his feet i saw his paints drop to his feet and he must of stripped down because i felt him climb on the table. He laid on me and felt his hard cock on my ass he was moving around in the oil and then felt his dick slowly go in my hole slowly. It was big and felt soo good at that moment. He then got up pulling my ass up with hin at the same time and started to pump real hard I could tell he was very very hot! I must have been fucked for at least 30 minutes then he moaned loud and I felt his dick throbbing. He laid on me with his dick still me me for a few minutes before he pulled out. He got off and told me I can go shower up to clean up. He must have left a gallon in me it was dripping down my leggs while i was walking to the shower. When i got out he cleaned up the table and he said get on the table and lay on your back. He then sucked my dick until i exploded in his mouth. When finished i got dressed. I have seen him about 3 time before he moved to California. So sad.. I wish i had a video of those sessions but he was totally against that.. damm I never found a massage guy like that again

i do. i have no desire to be with a man who doesn't wanna be with me just as much, and i want as much connection as i can get.

Why would you allow behavior that might injure you permanently? I fully understand how you feel you owe your services to this man, but if he's doing dangerous (i.e. potentially injurious) stuff, why accept that? It might grant that one man what his desired dictate, but deny every other man his less-destructive needs.

@losolent another amazing chapter! I love the way you describe and put so much life and realism into your chapters. It pulls me in and makes me feel like I was at the ball. You are truly a master at captivating your audience. Also your foreshadowing is on point, the way you describe Stephanie just made me have a premonition that Alden would become involved some how. Ohhhhh I am so excited to find out what happens after the ball, Alden and Stephanie’s date, the final meeting with the governor premier, the formal announcement and everything else!

Well guys, TULSA OKLAHOMA did NOT disappoint this time around again. I’ll recap in a bit shell, Wedneday night I was ass up and logged in to Grindr. A chubby Latin papi of about 35 asked for my room number, have it to him…he had low hanging balls, entered my hole and dropped a wonderful load inside me…. Thursday, the papi asked me for a repeat, said hell yes and by 9 am I was loaded, as he left a black Jamaican dude with a huge cock asked me for my room#. He walked in, climbed ontop of me and slide straight in me and all the way into my guts….nutted a massive load. after some chatting and much angst, can through yo the room was a hideous and absolutely ugly Arab daddy with a big dick and massive balls. he fucked mr hard, deep and kept putting his fingers in my mouth and spit in my face, called me a slut fuck…. I’ll tell you about the two black daddies from Friday next….

Good choice. I will add: For a certain percentage of people on this site, bragging about being toxic, taking loads constantly, not being on PrEP, etc. is all masturbatory fodder - they're all playing a game of one-upsmanship pretending to be someone they're not. In other words, there's a lot of liars online, and some of them - in my experience, a not-insignifcant number of them - are lying about being thrilled at being poz. Those people certainly exist, but fewer in number since PrEP became widely available as a way to bareback without (virtually all) of the risk of HIV that came with barebacking. As to whether there's actually some feeling of "brotherhood" about being poz: I will admit that it's easier, generally speaking, to discuss one's status as poz (even if undetectable) with other poz people or people who are in a relationship with a poz person. So there's that. But as for some mystic "bond" between us? I think that's a product of fevered imaginations sometimes fueled with chemical enhancements.

Worth noting that that study took place before PrEP, so the logic of unprotected sex is different now.

Straight, bi, gay, ad nauseum--if a guy is into me, befriends me and/or wants to have sex with me, fuck the labels.

Labels, Labels, just enjoy what you get from anyone.

I still used a condom the first few times. Then, out of curiosity, I tried it without. Everything was much more intense and the feeling when the first shot of sperm flooded my intestines was simply indescribable. After that, I never thought about using condoms again.

I wish gay men fetishized other gay men as much as they did straight men.

Wow, yet another great discussion on BZ. i love this place/culture. i've come to a place in my journey where i have no problems examining and questioning authority or the norm. Which came first, people or language? i think it's the former. Then we developed language as a means of connecting with others, sharing our thoughts and feelings. What i find with many who speak with authority, or an authoritative attitude, is they are usually speaking from an ego/ethnocentric position vs evidence based. Any honest scientist will tell you that evidence is the best we know or can determine right now. One of my favorite parts of what i consider a legitimate study is the honest disclaimer: "further studies are needed." People come up with terms like "straight, bi, gay, etc., ad infinitum" to try and convey a state of being. i think where we fail is when we think we can simplify the complex with a few words or labels. i think we get more connection when we continually look and listen, see and hear vs labeling a person and relating to that label instead of what currently is. Life, by definition is fluid, motion. Death is the cessation of movement? And, there's the question of life/energy never really ending, just changing form. Life and sexuality are infinite, multidimensional and we experience it somewhere between a and b? When i am really needing connection with other guys and wanna receive their cock and energy and what comes out of it, prior to pandemic i would go to the ABS. i found lunch time and the time guys were getting off work to be the best times. i'm pretty sure most the guys who fucked me or who wanted to get sucked off were stopping off on their way home to the wife or girl friend.

I have a buddy, kinda friend. Our relationship is like uncle and nephew. I am the older. So, he has some love issues and feels depressed. I know well that best cure for blue mood is shameless sex activity. He was open for going cruising bars but he was anxious to undress in front of others. Last weeks we started to visit the cruising bar together. First time although he came with me to explore the current situation he always stayed at the bar counter while I was having sex. Next time he came with me to the backroom and surprisingly not only let guys to suck him but barebacked a guy who was taking random bare cocks. I know this because I also barebacked him. Anyway, he fucked me as well. It was exciting to watch my originally shy buddy fucking and to know he is also watching me. Next time he was shy again and didn’t have any action. Therefore, it was surprising to me that he wanted to come with me to the sauna on Friday when dark and naked party was organised there. It means that you must be naked and the bigger part of the sauna is almost fully dark. He didn’t leave it to chance have sex. He fixed a Grindr date there. He didn’t mind being naked and having sex with his date in the middle of the group of naked guys. He let some guys touch him but nothing more. However, it was a big step. Yesterday, we went again. We started in the steam bath where I belonged to the guys who left their towels outside and stayed inside naked. Surprisingly, He followed my example. I stepped in the darkest side of the room and felt hands all over my body. Guys touched my chest, ass, cock. It’s needless to say I wanted more. I found a hungry ass soon and my cock was in this hole soon. My buddy stayed at the doorway between the dark and semidark parts of the steam. I could watch him as he let random guys touch him while he watching me. The guy I fucked needed some rest, so I stepped out to the semidark part. My buddy whispered in my ear that there was too hot and needed to go. I stayed. 3-4 guys appeared around me and I my top ego left and my slutty bottom ego came. The four guys were the following: a late twink bearded short guy with huge, rather thick than long cock. A silver bear in his sixties with a thick long cock. A smooth 30-40 yo guy with long but less thick cock and the guy I probably fucked right before. He was tall and surprisingly had a long thick cock. I started my suck around spending more time with the twink’s cock who took the control soon and started to facefucked me. After he trained my throat I turned back pushing my hole on his cock. I hoped he wouldn’t ask condome. He didn’t disappoint me. He shoved his bare cock deep in me. While he was fucking I was sucking the others. One after the other. After a while the silver bear nodded the fucker who pulled his cock out, turned me back and started to fuck my throat again. I felt that the bear was pushing his bare cock my still tight hole. He fucked me mercilessly for five minutes when he grabbed my hips stronger and gave me my first load. I turned back and realised that my buddy was there again. Ha was playing with the smooth guy but watching me. The twink started to fuck me again. The bear gave his cock for cleaning and left. Meanwhile the tall disappeared. The smooth stepped in the empty place and pulled my buddy grabbing his rock hard cock right in my mouth. Sucked him and the smooth changeable when I got my second load from the twink. We left and started to cruising. I don’t know why and how but the sauna became almost empty. We were close to leave when we picked out a guy. Maybe the hottest guy in all night. We followed him to the dark room. Started to play when he asked if we were top or bottom. Versatile, we replied. Cool, I’m bottom, he said and suggested to go to a cubicle. We followed him. Ha started to suck us. While he was sucking my buddy, I started to play with his ass. He jumped on the couch and offered his hole to my buddy and swallowed my cock. Surprisingly my buddy didn’t use condome but started to bareback the guy. This tall, muscular, good looking guy was a real power bottom who kept the control. He continuously changed his position. So while I was fucking him he was sicking my buddy and vice versa. Finally my buddy unloaded in him. Unfortunately, although I was close, I couldn’t cum. Goddamn poppers. LoL There remained only few guys and although I was still horny, it seemed that I had to go. Then I picked out this bald bearded guy who was wearing towel around his hip but his cock was out and he was playing with it. The cock seemed quite big. I stepped closer, touched his cock and it was growing and growing until it became huge. When I call it huge, I mean huuuuuge. I hardly could embrace. I continued the play with sucking. I was chocking. I knew he had to fuck me. Thanks god he wanted it bb. I pushed my ass back but it was extremely painful independently of the fact I was fucked and lubed with two loads. Some big sniff of my poppers and here we go it was in. From this moment I wasn’t a person only a hole for his pleasure. He fucked me brutally and long. My legs were trembling. I hardly could keep myself. It was amazing. Both of us were moaning and then he yelled something which showed that he was close. And then his cock was blowing up. I can’t describe this sensation. I was gasping and hardly could walk. Not only right after the sex but hours later too.

Pozzed while Cruising 8 But Josh was going to be the starter. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. Pozzed While Cruising 8 That night, I had one of the best night sleeps I think I have had in a long while. I leaked cum all over my sheets. I woke up the next day a sticky mess, but I loved it. I peeled my self out of my curusty bed thanking the gods of lustful sex my roommate was gone. He would never understand my wanton lust of cock, of poz cock. I trudged off to the shower to wash off the sex from the previous night. I had the shower to myself. So, I was in and out without incident. I got ready in my room. I was hoping to see Josh in class today and introduce him to Jake and some of his friends. I, also, had another guy in mind in another class, but my white whale would be getting Ty to crossover. I sat in my first class and my mind just wondered about my afternoon class. I even chubbed up at my desk as I daydreamed. As soon as class was over I went into the Union where I knew there was a cruisy restroom on the 3rd floor. I thought I would head there for some “lunch”. This spot was on the third floor down a long hall for banquets that anyone rarely used anymore. It felt that to be here you had a reason to be here or were up to something. I thought I was a bit of both. There was someone just ahead of me walking in the same direction. I could not make out anything about the guy but that he was tall and a bit lanky. I was a good 100 feet behind him. So he had plenty of time to get into the bathroom and get comfortable. When I walked in there were 4 stalls, 3 urinals and the first and third stall were taken. So, I did what any good cocksucker would do. I took the one in the middle. The first thing I noticed was the two large gloryholes on each side of the urinal. They were nearly big enough to put my hand through. I dropped my shorts and lightly tugged on my ever-hardening cock. So if they were looking they would get a good view of my cock and know what my intentions were. I sat down on the toilet. I looked to my right through the glorlyhole and there was a guy already on his knees sucking off another guy. So, I immediately panned left and there was a huge black cock poking through the hole just waiting for me. I leaned and started sucking his large cock. He spoke,”yeah, I knew you was a cocksucker the way you followed me in here.” I honestly wasn’t following him, but I sucked his thick dick a little harder to affirm his notion. Meanwhile, in the next stall. I was hearing a bit more shuffling. I could not turn my head to see, but what I heard led me to think the boy that was sucking is now about to get fucked. I pulled off my black monster to ‘catch’ my breath, but I wanted to peak in on the other stall. What I saw was Jake forcing his thick poz cock into a twink of a guy without a condom. I boned up a tad more. I heard the kid, the twink, ask for a condom, but Jake assured the kid that he trusted the kid was clean. He was only going to put the tip in. I chuckled as I leaned back in to serve the bbc before me, but he withdrew his log and knelt down to ask me to join him in his stall. I thought he wanted to fuck me, but instead he just did not want the wall between us anymore. I sat on the toilet and he proceeded to fuck me face for the next 5 minutes. I gagged, choked and coughed as he fusked my throat. He was ruthless with my mouth and throat. He announced he was going to cum. I pushed his cock deeper in my throat as cock pulsed and unloaded in my mouth and throat. Meanwhile, I could hear the twink grunt and take Jake’s hung tainted meat in his ass. I grinned to myself as my throat fucker told me he was here often. He’d like to see me again. I nodded and said anytime. I could hear Jake fuck the twink harder and quicker. From my limited experience with Jake, I could tell he was getting ready to cum. The twink asked him not to cum in him, but I knew that was not going to happen. I moved back over to my stall as my throat fucking bbc left me just istting there with a hard cock. I watched Jake bang away at the twink. He saw me watching from my stall. He flashed me a thumbs up. He gripped the twinks thighs, pushed his cock deep inside and came a huge toxic load. I could see the fear in the twinks face, but at the same time his cock erupted leaving a puddle on the floor beneath him. I sat back and thought about jerking my rock hard cock, but I chose to save it for my last class of the day. I was hoping to run into Josh and maybe Jake or one of the poz crew. “What does that tattoo mean?” I heard the twink ask Jake. “Oh, it is just biohazard tat, it means nothing, I just thought it was cool.’ I heard Jake replay. “But what about the plus sign?” the twink quizzed Jake. Jake just laughed and told the kind, “google it!” And then Jake opened the door and hustled out of the bathroom. The Twink looked at the hole and saw me watching. He put up his hand over the hole and I took that as a hint to leave. When I got outside, Jake was nowhere to be found. I had a good appetizer, but I was still hungry. So I went down to the Union main hall to grab some lunch. More to Come I love your hot feedback Reach out to me if you want to chat or more Joey

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

Part 1 — Seduction This was our third summer as a couple, and we decided to rent a house with friends in Ptown to celebrate James’ 28th birthday. He’d been to Ptown several times in the past, and loved the energy of the town during high season. Days spent on the beach, biking, carousing at Tea Dance, and clubbing at night. Rinse and repeat. We started our week in Ptown with a beach day. Our group trudged across the hot dunes to Boys Beach where we could shuck our clothes and lay out naked. Despite his superior looks and body, James wasn’t one to go naked in public often, preferring to keep a certain level of mystery. He stripped down to a black speedo. His speedo followed the contours of his firm ass, and hinted at the large cock tucked into the ample pouch. James was charismatic, athletic, and stood at 5’11” with black hair and a caramel tan. He had been a triathlete in college, and retained that physique. Tall with strong shoulders, well developed pecs, and solid legs built by years of running, biking, and swimming. He had competed right through college, but decided upon a different career. He was confident in his body, but not cocky. I had been drawn to his looks the moment we met through a mutual friend, and still relished seeing him naked any chance I got. His previous boyfriend had kept him under lock and key, chastising him if he appeared shirtless in public, and never allowed him to wear a speedo or dance shirtless. All that changed with me. He’d found the liberation he didn’t even know he was seeking. James laid out beside me in the full sun, enjoying the heat on his skin and the feel of the sand around his feet. There was a steady parade of men streaming onto the beach, and we shared some discreet comments among ourselves from our spot at the base of the dune. The buffet was tantalizing, sporting a wide range of body types and ages. People were spread out across the beach with plenty of space between enclaves of blankets and umbrellas. After about an hour, one brave soul set down his towel about 10 yards from us. He was nicely built with a deep tan and thick hair. He stripped down and sat on his towel, settling into the routine of people watching. After he’d settled in, a couple of our friends went over to meet him and make small talk. James followed a few minutes later, joining the conversation. I watched his body language, and that of the new guy on the beach. The new guy stood and shook hands with James, then stood chatting for awhile. When our friends came back to the blankets, James lingered, both men crouching down in the sand. The stranger rested a hand on James’ shoulder just before James came back to our blanket. He was very animated as he started talking. “His name is Martin. He lives in the US, but is originally from Britain.” James loves an accent on a sexy man. “And guess what? He’s in the entertainment industry!” James went on in some detail – more than I was honestly interested in – about Martin’s accomplishments and notoriety. As I half-listened, more interested in my card game with friends on their adjoining blanket, I recognized a couple of the titles he rattled off. James went on for about an hour, even as we all went down to the water for a swim. Martin wandered down and swam with us. We had a pleasant group conversation, lot of laughter, and spontaneous flirting. I was entertained by a playful competition among James and a couple of our friends for Martin’s attention. Martin was very handsome, and his body was nicely defined. Not over developed, but he was someone who clearly ate healthy and had a long-term exercise regimen. He was closer to my height, shorter than James by a few inches. His black hair was thick on top with shaved sides for the summer, with some flecks of gray adding character. His accent was admittedly sexy, and he spoke with an assured confidence from years of public life. I noted he avoided the sexualized banter a few friends introduced, and preferred to keep the conversation more neutral. He shared he had rented a house for the season, and his long-term partner was in and out for the summer – away currently. We were back and forth to the water a few times, and Martin often came to join us. He and James were sharing stories of their respective professional backgrounds. Martin was probably in his late 40s, given his accomplishments and the timeline he was painting. James was clearly star struck. His hand found its way to resting on Martin’s shoulder more frequently, and his body language brought them closer together in the water. By mid-afternoon we packed up to get ready for our first Tea Dance of the week – the official presentation of contestants in the week’s competition to find love – either temporary or longer term. At the house showered and picked out our “coming out” outfits for Tea. Tea Dance is always busy on a Saturday, and today was no exception. We ran into unexpected friends from prior trips and even a friend from college. After a few cocktails, our group migrated to the dance floor for the final hour. Shirts were off and the bodies were packed in against one another. Put a lot of barely dressed gay men together on a dance floor and you’ll always gets sexualized energy. I noticed that Martin had arrived and made his way onto the dance floor. He and James were dancing together, the crowd pushing them closer together. After a few minutes, hands were tentatively exploring one another, and finally arms were around them as they danced together. James felt the hard muscles of Martin’s abs pressing against his own, and felt his cock stirring as Martin ran his hand down his lower back and squeezed James’ ass. “Ohhhhh,” James breathed, barely audible with the music playing overhead; but Martin heard it, and smiled in response. “Someone likes that,” this time squeezing James tight ass with both hands. Martin leaned his face into James’ and kissed him briefly, then followed with a longer, deeper kiss. The two wrapped themselves around one another amid the throng of men dancing, immersed in a private moment of exploration. They then separated and began dancing again, their eyes holding one another, hands casually exploring one another’s upper body. As Tea wrapped up, the two walked up the driveway together, hand in hand. I wondered if James and Martin might not slip away together, but they only talked a moment and then Martin left. James was giddy the rest of the evening. At dinner he often brought up Martin. We all headed out for drinks that night before finally landing at A-House for more dancing. James was dressed casually, with shorts, sneakers and a tight fitting T-shirt. The place was muggy with the summer heat, despite some air conditioning. Everyone was quickly shirtless, dancing, and covered in a sheen of sweat. I eventually wandered outside for a drink and some slightly cooler air. When I came back, Martin had found James on the dance floor. He was also shirtless, wearing a tight pair of black shorts and matching shoes. There was clearly chemistry between them that was simmering. Martin had his hands on James’ bare waist, and James was running his hands up and down Martin’s fuzzy chest. Their movements had a stronger sexual connection, and at times Martin turned James around to grind against his ass. James’ closed his eyes, caught up in the intense sexual energy of Martin grinding his pelvis against his ass. Each knew what the other was saying through their movements. James took a break once around midnight, stopping by our group gathered on the back deck having drinks. He was covered in sweat and smiling from ear-to-ear, looking positively radiant. There were some thinly veiled jealous remarks from one of our friends, to which James just winked before returning to his sexually charged tease on the dance floor. Martin and James kissed more frequently that last hour, their hands never leaving the other’s body. The DJ announced last call to the crowded club. Martin slipped a hand down the back of James shorts; James face was lost in ecstasy, and he stopped dancing altogether as the intense sensations of Martin tenderly probing his hole took him. His breathing was suddenly more intense; he half opened his eyes and stared into Martin’s face. Martin was very deliberate in his motion, tenderly massaging the sphincter. James’ hole felt very smooth, and Martin used the trickles of sweat rolling off James’ back to lubricate his finger and gingerly penetrate him. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to make James’ head explode. He reached down and kissed Martin furiously. “I think it’s time to go,” Martin said into James’ ear. “I have something I want to give you.” James nodded silently. Martin withdrew his hand from James’ shorts, took the younger man’s hand, and lead him out of the bar. They walked hand-in-hand down Commercial Street, passing the growing throng in front of Spiritus without stopping or even making eye contact with anyone else. They were focused on one another. I followed along a short distance behind, totally turned on by seeing my boyfriend being lead away by this other man, witnessing the sexual energy developing between them. They walked into the West End of town, zig-zagging a couple blocks until reaching what seemed to be Martin’s rental for the summer. It was a nice house, somewhat private, with a wrap-around porch. Martin lead James inside, closing the screen door behind them, but leaving the wooden door open for circulation. He and James kissed, long and deep, finally free of the watchful eyes of others (well, except mine). They were still in only their shorts and sneakers, which were quickly peeled away and discarded on the living room floor. I kicked off my shoes and padded silently across the porch – it seemed to circle the entire house. I could hear Martin and my boyfriend inside, still standing in the living room, now completely naked. Martin’s hands were firmly on James’ ass, massaging it slowly. James had draped his arms over Martin’s shoulders, reveling in their kiss and Martin’s tender massaging. After many long minutes, Martin broke their embrace and lead James toward the back of the house. The back of the house was dark, until a single light appeared in a tiny window. James appeared to be using the bathroom, while Martin moved to the bedroom in the far corner of the house. One by one, a series of candles were lit around the room, spreading a warm light across a large bed with light linens. Martin stepped closer to the window I was now standing outside, and I could see his naked body illuminated in the expanding candlelight. His cock was pointing straight ahead, at least 7 inches with a hefty girth. Martin felt the cool night air blowing in through the windows in the room, and stepped up to each to open them all the way. I stood frozen in the porch shadows, holding my breath. There wasn’t much room between the bed and the windows, just enough to get out of the bed. After opening the bedroom windows, Martin turned around just as James stepped into the room. James was naked, his own thick cock that I knew so intimately was standing fully erect at 7 ½ inches. His muscular body was also glazed in the warm candlelight. Martin felt desire rising in him again, examining James’ body as it moved across the room. James’ toned legs and torso were youthful and finely sculpted. He had noticed James right away on the beach. James had shared he was traveling with his boyfriend, but Martin was pleasantly surprised to find that didn’t seem to be a barrier to his plans. James had responded to his careful ministrations on both dance floors, and now he was here offering himself to Martin. Martin wrapped his arms around James’ waist, pulling him in. He tilted his head upward and kissed him, feeling James’ muscles tighten and then relax, almost melting in his embrace. James was taller than him, beautifully toned and athletically sculpted, masculine with a hot face, and much younger – a bit more than 20 years. Martin’s favorite combination. James was star struck – Martin recognized it – and knew what it offered him tonight. James was held captive by the intense sexual energy between them, his body quivering each time Martin tenderly traced his finger tips along the sides of his body. Martin reached back, warming James’ ass cheeks with the palms of his hands, and then slowly introduced a finger to begin probing again. James groaned quietly, his body weight leaning more heavily on Martin. “You’re the hottest guy in town this week,” he said quietly in the gently moving night air. James just looked at him. “I could say the same thing.” He added pressure against James’ soft hole, making the young man groan with pleasure, his eyes closing and head rolling back slightly as he pressed his body against Martin’s. He’s already surrendered, Martin thought to himself with a smile. His cock felt even harder now, relishing James’ slow submission and anticipating what he was going to do to this incredibly beautiful young man. “Let’s move to the bed,” he suggested, taking James’ hand and leading him to the silky linens. He unexpectedly spun James around and tossed him onto the bed. James slid across the silky sheets, grinning wildly at the sudden domination, his body somewhat awkwardly half-spinning on the slick surface, his legs in the air until he found his equilibrium again. Martin moved like a tiger, crawling onto the bed and over James’ naked body. He settled his weight on top of James, pushing him into the mattress, and kissed him again. James groaned in bliss. Martin was grinding his body against James, and James’ body was wrapping itself around Martin’s. Their bodies were silhouetted against the white linens, and they moved in the tight grip of desire. James felt the weight of Martin’s body pressed into him, the heat of his skin was tantalizing, and he desperately wanted more. James wasn’t touching his ass at the moment, and James was aware of how intensely it wanted to be touched. Martin sat up and rolled to James side. James stared at the magnificent body glowing in the candlelight. He couldn’t put words to it in his head, but Martin was the sexiest man he’d ever encountered – but even more than sexy. Martin rolled to the side of the bed, opening a draw in the nightstand, and pulling out some items. Then he picked up one of the glasses he’d set down when he first came into the room to light the candles. He took a sip, then another. He rolled back toward James, and tenderly caressed his face. “You are just beautiful,” he said softly. “Not as beautiful as you,” James responded. His eyes were locked in Martin’s. He’s mine, Martin thought. Martin’s hand slowly moved down the length of James’ torso, eliciting a soft moan. “I love your body. I loved watching you today. Every thing you did was so captivating.” He leaned in closer and kissed James again. “Before we go further, I just want to be sure you know I am positive.” James didn’t know what to say in that moment. His head was immersed in the intense sexual energy. His body felt completely supple and was craving more of Martin’s touch. “Okay,” was all he could muster to say in that moment. He knew he should say something more, but couldn’t. Martin rolled on top of him. James surrendered to the feeling of Martin’s amazing body against his own. Martin pinned his wrists above his head and began kissing his neck. James gasped, the thrill of being restrained made his heart pound faster, and he instinctively wrapped his powerful legs around Martin’s. James started to grind his rock hard cock against the older Brit’s. Martin immediately returned the grinding. James started to writhe beneath him. “Oh fuck!” James exclaimed, so loudly I could clearly hear him on the porch, and wondered about the neighbors. “That’s it,” Martin said tenderly. “That’s it, James. Give yourself to me. Just let go. Can you do that? Are you giving yourself to me?” James was panting heavily now. “Yes!” He breathed hard. “Take me! I want you to take my ass, Martin!”

I'm potentially going to be starting a new job that would be remote. I'm curious as to what cities gay guys would consider both affordable AND a great place for hooking up (bonus points for bathhouse/sex club/ glory hole scene but just a decent size gay population on the apps is fine too). Currently, I'm in the DC area which is way too expensive. I want to live somewhere where I can rent my own place without roommates without breaking the bank (my starting will salary will be about 55k). Any suggestions for a great place for a young gay guy to move to?

On the "Causes Anxiety" scale, I tend to give what other folks think about me around a 1, maybe a 0 (or, a negative). It's wasted energy, time, effort when I could be doing other productive things. My neighbors, friends know I'll do what I say I'll do - not do what I say I won't - and be there for them when they need me. The rest is nothing more than a fart in a windstorm.

I for one am damned glad you said it. There are far too many out there who just want to capitalize on guys by charging them for a half-hearted fuck or blow-job, followed by repeated swiping of an American Express card. I even get approached by those younger who want to call me daddy, but are clearly not in a position to eve understand what they really want.

I've always liked this one. The nosey complaining neighbor arguing through the door while the guy's getting fucked and bred. Little did she know! LOL!!! [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1723387421

I had a regular top that told me he wanted to make me gay. It turned me on when we talked about it. Getting fucked while prone he would lay on me and tell me I was gay for him and his cock, he'd make me tell him I was gay, that I preferred his cock in my ass to my cock in pussy. We made "deals" that if I couldn't get hard for my girlfriend I'd tell her I liked guys too. (It never happened) if I was for some reason infertile I'd be with him instead. He'd slap and hit my balls (I asked for it) telling me he was going to make them useless, I'd ask him to hit them harder. And before I'd leave his place he'd always make me cum so it was more likely I wouldn't get hard for my girlfriend. We made a bunch of other deals and he "made" me constantly repeat things. Sometimes I'd say them without his request and it would drive him wild. It was very hot, but I am now married.

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.

It’s such a great rush worrying if I get caught. Sometimes my husband must know because my hole is wet and used even many hours later. I use sniffles no app on the phone. 👿

I’ve cheated in every relationship I’ve had and still do. I am always horny. Always. Always looking for dick.

------- Chapter 1.2 - The Closeted Couple & The Cowboy ------- Ric had forgotten how much sex could improve his attitude. The hookup a couple days prior had made even doing laundry on Friday night less of a chore. He sat there waiting for the dryer to finish and when the last person had left the room he fished out his work phone. "Next week pretty open so I can do gig. M or Tu? any time after 4" he typed and sent off to Paul. "cool. Monday@8. send addr Mon" Paul sent back a few minutes later. Ric smiled and knew he'd have plenty of time to prepare after class for the job with Paul. Like last time, he didn't know a lot about the meet, but was excited to do another one with Paul. The one last Spring had turned out really good and with no firm jobs coming from his own ads, it was good to have a chance to make some money. The buzzer went off, telling him his clothes were ready and he collected everything and went back up to his room. A lot of people were milling around when he got off the elevator and he felt everyone was staring at him. Doing laundry on a Friday night told everyone he didn't have a social life and now they had seen the proof. Even his roommate Eddy, the guy who studied unless he was sleeping, had dressed up a little to meet some friends. Ric put all of his clothes away and decided to wander the hall and see what was going on. It didn't take long and he ran into Dan and Scotty standing in the open doorway of a dorm room, obviously drunk. He'd seen them around the floor, always together, but hadn't talked to them since the awkward breakfast. "Guess I need to get a fake ID too" Ric thought to himself. "Hey guys, whatcha up to?" Ric asked. "Hi, just standing around, drinkin n talkin" Dan said. There was a little pause and Dan stared at Ric a moment before he blurted out "You really gay?" Ric chuckled hearing a slur to Dan's words. "As gay as you are drunk. Why?" Ric asked. "Cuz we don't know of any other gay guys on the floor. I'm sick of hearing guys talk about bangin pussy" Scotty said, slurring his words just as bad as his boyfriend. Ric glanced around and didn't see anyone nearby and said "There's a few, based on some of the reactions I've gotten so far. You sure they're not talkin' about guy's pussies? But... I doubt you'd want hear about the guys I've banged this semester" grinning afterwards. "Oh fuck yeah we would! We don't fool around with other guys but it would hot to hear how a stud like you does it" Dan said. "Prepare to be bored. Uh... you got any more of what you're drinking? I haven't gotten buzzed for almost a month and I'd like to get on the same drunk level as you guys" Ric said. Dan turned and slipped into the open door and came back with a six pack with 2 beers missing. Ric looked at the carton and said "Mmm, good stuff. But... you guys got drunk on one beer?" Scotty giggled and said "No, that's our second six pack. Let's go inside so you can tell us all the juicy details." "Uh, maybe" Ric said. Once inside, Dan kicked the door closed. A few seconds later he added "Its a little warm in here, I'm going to take my shirt off. You guys can too, if you want." Soon, they were all shirtless. Dan sat in the corner of the bed and then Scotty sat down in front of him. Dan wrapped his arm around Scotty and kissed the back of his neck while Ric sat at the other end, facing them. The best description of them that Ric could come up with was "nerdy twink". Both had brown hair, Scotty's was short and Dan's shaggy. Dan was trying to grow a goatee, but it was pretty sparse and Scotty was clean shaven. From seeing them in the shower, he knew neither had much body hair except for their bush and pits. Dan was thinner and Scotty had a little bit of muscle on his body and a firm bubble butt. Ric had also saw gotten a glimpse of their average sized cocks. "Fuck, this is so hot being able to do this with someone else around" Scotty said before taking another sip of beer. Ric smiled. "I hope you cuddle like that when you're alone, too. It's good to hold someone close" Ric said. "Yeah, but since we don't share a room, it's hard to find a time when we can" Dan said. "Oh. Do you know when your roommate is coming back?" Ric asked, not wanting someone to surprise them. "Sunday night, so Scotty is staying here until then" Dan said, grinning and obviously excited at spending a lot of time with his boyfriend. "Ah, now the shower bit makes more sense. It wasn't just a shower" Ric said, grinning back at them. He watched both of them blush. A few seconds later, Ric asked "Uh... Where did you get the beer? I'd love to have my own stash." Ric was hoping they knew a place that would sell to freshman. "My brother stopped by earlier with a care package from home. Besides the stuff mom packed, he stopped and got a case of beer and some condoms for us" Dan said, chuckling. "Condoms? Does he know you're gay?" Ric asked. Dan nodded and replied "He's one of the few. He caught me fucking Scotty last year and has been really cool about it, thank god. He didn't say anything to our parents either." "Great, but if you guys only have sex with each other, you don't need condoms. Scotty isn't going to get pregnant" Ric said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sex class told us to always use condoms" Scotty replied. "That's for straight kids. So... you guys never tried it without them?" Ric asked. "Oh god, no. It was drilled in our heads. Always use condoms unless you're trying to start a family" Dan said. "But you're gay. And monogamous. You guys can actually have safe, bare sex. No risk of kids or STDs" Ric said. "Are you sure?" Scotty asked. "Positive" Ric said and then chuckled at his pun. A moment later, he continued "You won't believe how much better it is when you fuck or get fucked raw. And then when the top cums inside, it feels even better." Both Dan and Scotty's eyes were wide open and their jaws were dropped. "See, I told you he knew a lot more than we do about being gay" Scotty said. "I don't know everything. But that's the good part of having gay friends. You share what you know or you learn by doing new things. I had a really good teacher, but I still ask lots of stupid questions" Ric said. Ric could tell the couple were getting a little excited and eager to try out fucking without condoms. "Let me grab another beer and then you guys can have fun barebacking for the first time" Ric said a few seconds later. "No, stay. We haven't heard about all the guys you've met up with and you're really good eye candy" Scotty said. "Can you stand up again? I never get to see a hot, nearly naked guy up close. Just in the locker room or showers here" Dan said. "Have you looked in the mirror? You're both sexy guys. If you weren't together, you both could easily pick up other guys" Ric said, standing back up and feeling like a piece of meat at the butchers. "The tattoos look cool too. I almost missed the lower one, its partly covered by your shorts and body hair" Scotty said. Ric stood and pulled his shorts and the top of the jock down so they could see all of the biohazard tat. "One's sexy and the other looks dangerous" Dan said, gazing up and down Ric's body. "I got the lower one as part of a club initiation. I need to trim my pubes again so it's more visible. My mom hates the upper one, which just makes it more cool to me" Ric explained, chuckling. "What kind of club makes you get a tattoo? A motorcycle club? A gang?" Scotty asked, reaching out and trying to touch the biohazard tattoo and Ric's pubes. Dan slapped his arm, whispering "That's rude!" Ric moved a little closer and said "I don't mind. Uh, it's a special, invitation only club back home. Once you pass the test you can get in. That's about all I can tell you about it." He sat down again, before things went any further. While he'd love to fuck either or both of them, they were just too naive to charge up now. "I bet you have lots of guys hitting on you. You have to be getting a lot of action" Dan said. "Not much. Even the doctor at the clinic was surprised" Ric said. "Clinic?" Scotty asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah, I get tested to make sure I haven't picked up anything. It's one of the risks of hooking up with guys you don't know. But, other than a couple guys on campus and a party a friend of mine had, my sex life has been dead. You guys probably fuck more than I do" Ric said. A grin came over both Dan and Scotty's faces. "Just about every day. We had to find a better time to use the shower, though. That's why we haven't seen you in there too much. Fifteen minutes later and we get the showers to ourselves" Dan said. Ric finished off the beer and smiled, wanting to let them see what sex without condoms was like. "Good to know. This time, I really am going. Have fun and let me know if you like it better bare. I'm sure you will" he said as he stood up and picked up his tee. Ric closed the door behind him and went to the bathroom to piss. Ric stood at the urinal, wondering how one beer could make so much urine, when another guy staggered up and took the spot next to him. "Lotsa new guys on da floor this year but you're the sexiest" the guy slurred out, swaying back and forth as he pissed. Ric chuckled before he checked the guy out. The guy had cowboy written all over him, from the hat down to the tight jeans and boots. He was surprised that the guy would hit on him, but he figured he was one of those guys that was straight until he got drunk and desperate. "Thanks, lookin good yourself" Ric said as he shook off his cock. "Ya really think so?" the guy replied. Ric pulled his shorts up and moved behind the guy, rubbing one hand on his ass and grasped his shoulder with the other. "Mmhmm, this ass feels really nice. Bet it's hungry for some dick, too" Ric whispered into the guy's ear. The guy moaned as his stream slowed before replying "It fuckin is... been way too long since I got fucked good." Ric reached around and wrapped his hand around the guy's cut cock, rubbing the tip with his finger and squeezing the shaft. "Mmm, nice dick too. Have to keep that in mind" Ric said, letting go of the shaft and licking the piss off his finger. "Got your room to yourself tonight?" Ric asked. "Uh... yeah... follow me" the guy said, zipping up his jeans and turning around. Ric was about to back away when the guy groped his cock and squeezed a few times. "Aaahhh, packin too. Nice" the guy said as he walked away. A minute later they were walking into the guy's room at the other end of the hall. Ric checked the nameplate and saw the names "Jack" and "Toby" and wondered which this guy was. A quick second glance and he saw a little bronco sticker next to Jack's name and a soccer ball sticker next to Toby. The lock clicked shut and Jack turned, pulling Ric in close and kissing him. There were a few small lights on in the room, giving a soft glow that allowed them to see each other, but not too bright. They spent a few minutes making out before Ric's hands slid down the cowboy's back, firmly gripping his ass. Jack moaned into the kiss before he reached down and pushed Ric's shorts down. Ric could taste the alcohol in Jack's mouth and felt his body swaying in his arms. Jack's hand slipped into the jockstrap and felt the growing shaft. "Fuck... it's getting bigger" Jack said before he started stroking the shaft. Ric unbuckled Jack's belt and then opened his jeans. They fell down part way and Ric slid his hand inside the back of the his trunks, rubbing along the crack. The moan returned, louder than before until Jack broke the kiss. He took his hat off and set it on the desk and then took his tee off. Ric dropped his shorts, pushed off his jock and set them, along with his shirt, on a chair. Jack laughed a little and said "You're not wasting any time, huh?" "Its just easier for me to strip down" Ric said with a grin. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots off before Ric helped tug his jeans off. When Jack looked up after removing his trunks he was staring right at Ric's still growing cock. "Fuuucckk" Jack groaned as he stared a few more moments before wrapping his hand around, pulling back the foreskin and licking over the head. Now it was Ric's turn to moan. Jack's tongue licked around the now hard shaft, tasting the sweat and lingering remnants of piss. Soon, he was opening his mouth and took the first few inches inside before starting to suck. The more time Jack spent on his cock the more Ric decided his initial thought about Jack's orientation was wrong. Totally wrong. Jack slowly pulled off, letting Ric's cock pop out of his mouth and he slowly looked up to Ric's face for his approval. Ric grinned back at him and Jack scanned back down, pausing just above his cock. With one hand around the base of Ric's dick, the other rubbed over his groin, spending extra time over his pubes. Ric thought he knew what Jack had found, but stayed quiet. Jack resumed sucking for a few more minutes until he let Ric's cock pop out of his mouth again. Jack rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back and presenting his furry ass. Ric smiled back, looking Jack over from his chiseled, scruffy face, over the furry, trimmed chest, pert nipples, wide trail and trimmed pubes that surrounded a very stiff cock. Ric knelt down, swallowing Jack's hard cock and flicking his tongue around the shaft. He let Jack's precum coat his tongue and then pulled off, licking down the shaft and over his balls. Pushing Jack back a little, he licked over his hole a few times before spitting on the pucker and pushing it in with his finger. A long, sexy moan came out of Jack's mouth. After adding a few more gobs of spit, he stood up slightly and pressed his cock to the throbbing hole. He expected to hear Jack ask for a condom at any point, but as his cock pressed in he heard nothing except heavy breathing. A moan accompanied the breach of the outer ring. Ric paused and looked up at Jack, who's eyes were closed and a smile was on his face. A few rocks of his hips plunged the bare cock deeper followed by a few harder pushes. Jack's chute had a nice grip, firm but not too tight, telling Ric that Jack had taken more than a few cocks in his life. A few more deep breaths from Jack let Ric get almost all of his shaft in. Ric pulled back a few inches and drove back in, stopping short an inch and against the inner ring. "That tattoo mean what I think it does?" Jack asked, his eyes still closed and Ric almost rooted in his hole. "Yeah. Want me to stop?" Ric asked. "Ooohhh god... fuck no, I need it bad" Jack replied softly. Ric chuckled to himself and began to plow his cock in and out of Jack's ass, wondering what Jack needed - a cock, a bare cock or a poz bare cock. Jack was one of those verbal bottoms, always muttering "oh fuck" or "fuck yeah" or "oh god" among the grunts and groans and the occasional gasp. Ric always liked bottoms like this. He could tell what the guy liked and when he went too far. The constant tapping at the inner ring eventually let Ric push through and the cry Jack let out was an even mix of pleasure and pain. Ric began to pound him harder and Jack's muttering got louder. Suddenly he felt a thumb rub over his right nipple and it sent shockwaves through his body. His cock couldn't get any harder but it did throb several times. Ric slowed his thrusts but each one got stronger, his cock easily sliding into the slick tunnel. When Ric's breathing got labored, Jack opened up his eyes and stared back at Ric. "Breed me... please... fuckin' breed me" Jack begged. A few more thrusts and Ric felt his cock start to pulse, pumping a large load of cum into Jack's fertile hole. Jack's moan as he felt the warmth fill him up was the loudest yet and Ric hoped the neighbors were gone. There was a puddle of cum on Jack's chest too and once he spotted it, Ric lapped it up. They stood there, each smiling at the other while Ric's cock slowly softened. Eventually, it fell out and Jack let out a whimper, making Ric laugh. "Feeling empty?" Ric asked. "Oh hell yeah. That was fucking awesome. I can't believe I did that... I've never gotten such a rush. My heart was about to leap out of my chest!" Jack said. "Cuz my dick was bare or because I'm poz?" Ric asked. "I usually fuck raw. I've fucked a couple poz guys, but they said they were undetectable. I've never been fucked by one though" Jack replied. "I'm not undetectable" Ric said seriously. He watched Jack's eyes open wide and his jaw drop. "You can hit the clinic to prevent getting infected, but you have to go in the next day or two" Ric said. "Or you could fuck me again to increase the odds. Or is that too weird a thing to ask?" Jack asked. "Nah, not weird. It turned you on, didn't it?" Ric asked, feeling his cock start to stiffen again. "Its not just that you're poz. It's that you know how to fuck. And you're cute. And your dick felt really good inside me" Jack said, his face showing how bad he wanted to get fucked again. "You're damn hot yourself and know how to take dick. You just need to know that if I fuck you again, I'm going to keep fucking you until those balls are filled with my bug" Ric said, leaning in closer to Jack's face. The tip of Ric's cock was resting on the tight pucker and Ric knew that Jack was squeezing his ass tight to keep all of the cum inside. "Uh... you won't fuck me after I'm poz? That's all you want?" Jack asked. "Fuck no, nothing like that. I just want you to know that if we fuck again, I'll keep fucking you and you will get knocked up. And we'll keep fucking even after you're toxic" Ric replied, pressing harder on Jack's hole. A few seconds later, it relaxed and Ric slowly slid back in. Ric felt the warm cum coat his cock as it drove deeper into Jack's gut. Jack gripped his cock a few times and smiled back to Ric. "God, that does feel good inside me" Jack said while Ric slowly drove in and out with long strokes. Ric grinned back, giving a firm thrust and planting every inch inside Jack. "Mmm love to have my dick inside a hot guy who loves to take cock. But... I hope that cock of yours isn't just a decoration" Ric said, resuming his long strokes. Jack laughed. "I usually top, but I saw your dick in the shower a week ago and wanted to know if I could take it" he replied. Ric's thrusts slowly got faster and longer, occasionally breaking through the inner ring and making Jack squirm and gasp. When he began plowing harder, he was bouncing off Jack's firm ass. "Oh yeah, you can take it... no problem there" Ric said breathlessly while trying to delay cumming again. It just felt too good and he wanted to go on longer. Jack chuckled and rubbed his hand over Ric's sweaty chest. His right palm grasped Ric's left pec, pressing hard against the nipple and piercing, driving Ric ever closer to orgasm. Ric shoved in, slamming the bed and Jack's head into the wall. "Gimme that poz load, Ric. You want to knock me up and you can see how bad I want it" Jack growled a second before his other hand twisted Ric's right nip. Ric grunted loudly, planting his cock all the way inside Jack's chute. His body shook with each pulse of his cock, pumping more cum inside Jack's battered hole. When Ric's cock stopped throbbing he looked down at Jack, both of them covered in sweat. "Next time, you're topping me and I get to work you over while you fuck, bastard" Ric said, grinning at him. "Deal. Your ass looked damn good too. I just don't know what I'll be shooting then" Jack replied, breathing heavy. "I don't care if a guy is neg, poz or unknown as long as it's a good fuck" Ric said.

Visited London awhile ago, was sucking and getting fucked in a public park at night. After a couple hours I started back to my hotel when I realized a young hot guy was following me from across the street staring intensely and touching himelf. He gave me a nod to follow him down a dark alley, he ended up me sucking him off. Then he said to go home with him nearby so he could fuck me proper. He kept fucking through the night, going back to sleep and I wake up to him pushing back into me. No talking the whole time, about 2 fucks. Around 5 in the morning he just finished when the door opens, flatmate asks if he can have a go. He rolls off my back and moves over in bed when flatmate presents his sweatly damp uncut for me to spit on, mounts me facedown and just fucks like I'm a toy. Cums deep pushing hard to be as deep as he can be, slow rhythmic pushing into me,lays there in the afterglow for a couple minutes. "Clean the spunk off me" he said presenting his dick and balls for me to clean off. They sandwiched me as we fell off to sleep. I felt really used when I left in the morning walking home smelling of cum.

For whatever reason, it sounds like you crave sexual intimacy with guys but seem to want the 'safety' of validation in a relationship with a woman because that's what was somehow ingrained in you. So you keep toying with a hope of a relationship with someone in a gender that you admit doesn't do it for you. Guilt? Not our place to judge, but it sure seems like you have conflicted feelings about what you 'should' do when what you really should (or want to) do is embrace your true feelings to be with other guys. Been there as well, dude. Forget the labels and perhaps release the notion of a need to be with a woman that doesn't arouse you. Find a guy who gets you really hot and just go have a great fuck with him. Find yourself wanting more? Instantly horny? Can't wait to have him inside you? Then call it whatever you want if you can't handle the "gay" label, but realize what you really like and want and know that it's certainly not 'straight". Good luck!

Pozzed while Cruising 4 We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. In his apartment We walked across campus and all I could think was his tattoos of the biohazard and the scorpion which I thought were a tad aggressive for a college kid. A preppy college kid at that. He was over 6 foot tall, sandy blond hair, had a magnificent cock and was well-muscled. I noticed both girls and guys would check him out as we made our way through campus. His shared apartment was just a block off of campus near a pretty popular sports bar. He made the joke that it was too bad that I was underage to get in to drink, but he smiled. I know a guy that will get you in though if you want it bad enough. I will admit as we walked and talked, I was hard just listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to. He was charming and affable, but that all changed the moment we got inside his apartment. We were both a little sweaty as he led me into his apartment that he obviously shared with another guy. I dropped my bag just to the side of the door and he tossed his bag in front of the TV. He undid his shorts, pulled out his stiffening cock and grabbed me by shoulders pushing me to my knees so that I was eye level to his cock. He fed me his 8 inch hard cock and in one swift motion I had him deepthroated up with my nose in his bush to the point I could smell the other kid’s ass in his bush. He fucked my mouth for just a quick few minutes before he led me on my knees to his bedroom. We were naked before we got to his bed with our clothes scattered about his apartment. He put me on all fours on the edge of his bed. I could feel his fingers explore my used hole. He chuckled when he realized I had a load in me. He began to eat my ass. I only had one other guy do that to me and that was an older guy when I was in high school. I loved it and I begged for more. I heard the outer door open. I asked him to shut the door to his bedroom, but he just slipped his cock into my now well-fucked hole. He bottomed out in me as I heard, what I assume to be his roommate, at the door. “New convert?” I heard a voice say from the doorway. As I heard clothes being taken off. “Yeah, I fucked him just yesterday in the Union, and he came back for more today after getting a load or two earlier.” my barebacker said emphatically. “HOT!!! Mind if I get some too?” he asked from the doorway, already naked and not waiting for an answer. The only reply he got was the guy fucking me pulled out and gave him access to my bare ass. Neither one caring what my answer was going to be. I never even saw the face of my of my new fucker, btut I knew he had a cock just as bigh if not a bit bigger than the first guy. Which I still do not know his name, but I guess I knew him well enough to let him fuck me twice. They took turns fucking me for the next 30 minutes edging themselves inside my ass. When one got close to cumming he would give the other another turn in my well fucked boi pussy. Meanwhile they had fucked the cum out of me once and I was hard again. They would spit on their cocks when I needed some lube, never once letting me off of my knees. They kept dropping hints like this one will be a good convert. The other’s will like him a lot, he will turn so many guys and convert them too. I was puzzled as to what they were referring to. They chatted as if I was not even in the room let alone fucking me. “I bred another freshman today”, the first fucker said, “right before I brought this slut home.” I heard them high-five each other as the other admitted to breeding someone in yet another bathroom in yet another building I did not know about. That is when the roommate grabbed my hips, plunged his cock deep in my used hole and flooded me with what I now knew to be his tainted seed. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my ass as he unload torrent of poz seed in my soon-to-be-if-not-already poz hole. Once he was done, the first guy took back over using his roommates cum for lube pounded my hole. I collapsed on the bed with his cock still buried deep in me as jackhammered away at me. I came again, getting off on being used like a common slut, the thought of being pozzed and being passed around to some other guys. I begged for his poz load for him to breed me and turn me out. He held his cock deep in me as he came letting his cum mix with his roommates. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep while my ass just began to leak their cum. One of them slid a butt plug into my ass to keep me from leaking. I dozed off while they went off and did whatever. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. More to Cum Love the Feedback Always open to chat and/or phone Joey

Dont label yourself. At some point psychologists tried to categorize sexual relations and failed at it. At lot of guys like watching another guy cum, and yes, they want to be holding, sucking, or do something with a cock thats shooting sperm. But they also like women. Even porn figured that out with the "money shot." If you think you might like getting off with another guy, just do it. If you need a few beers to do it, have a couple. Some guys can only suck cock when they have been drinking. Other guys just like anal sex, but dont want a relationship with another guy in any form. Personally, I have found over the years I like a friendship with my fuck buddies, but I dont like holding his hands as we walk along a beach. Its more like talk about life, fuck, have a beer, talk about life, etc. Others might feel different. As you can tell from the response here, there's a lot of guys in the same boat as you. You just need to find your zone.

The rest of the night I could only think about the cum in my ass. I thought I got it all out but when I slide my finger in my ass I could still smell cum on my finger. It turned me on, and I had to jack off in the bathroom and I fell asleep trying to picture what the guys I sucked off looks like and I was not sure I had ever been so horny in my life. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was no use. I finally dozed off and got up early and showered and headed to work. I fought the temptation to go back to the glory hole and check it out at lunch and decided to surf the internet and I stumbled on to a website squirt.org and I joined since it had a section on where glory holes could be found, and I realized there was one in a building two doors down. I read a few of the post and decided it was work a walk to check it out. When I arrived, there were already to guys in two of the three stalls. The middle one was open, and I entered and sat on the toilet. Both buys started tapping their feet, I peeked through the hole on the right and from what I could see there was a guy in sweatpants and a T-shirt holding his dick. He looked lean and in good shape. The other side was a businessman in a dress shirt and tie. I was not sure what to do but I put my fingers up to the hole with the guy in sweats and he stood up and guided his dick through the hole. He was sporting a nice moderately thick 8-inch dick uncut, and I began so suck his dick and he was moaning. The other guy put his dick through the hole although I could not see anything until he knocked on the wall and I pulled off the dick I was sucking, and a huge dick was rock hard pointing right at me, and I began to suck his cock while I held onto his 8 inches and slowly jacked it. I went back and forth for several minutes and then the guy to my right 8 incher pulled out and asked to see my ass. I had cleaned out before I came so I dropped my underwear and showed him my ass while I sucked the other guy’s dick. The guy to my right reached through and felt my ass and then pulled me back to him and lined my hole up with the glory hole and began eating my ass like the skater dude had done. This went on for three to four minutes and then he slides his finger inside me and then and another and just like before his dick slide in me bare and he began to fuck me. It felt amazing and then I heard him breathing heavy and he said take my nut you little slut. He pulled out and said clean my dick boy and I turned around and sucked his dick clean while my ass was pointing toward the hole. I felt the businessman touch my hole and slide his finger inside me and then pull me toward the hole while I was still sucking the other guy’s dick and before I knew it that huge dick was pressing into me, and it hurt. I was making some noise and the guy who just fucked me pulled out of me and held some poppers up to my nose and I inhaled three times each side and I was flying while the guy behind me fucked my hole and 8 to 10 minutes later he shot his load inside me. The guy who gave me the poppers said good boy and he unlocked his door and went to the sink and the businessman also did and I heard businessman say fuck dud you were right; you can find some great ass here. I thought fuck, they planned this entire thing, and they were just waiting for someone like me. I waited for them to leave and sat on the toilet hoping someone would come in and then I heard the door, footsteps the stall door open, close and lock and the guy unbuckled his jeans and they dropped to the floor. He sat down and I peeked through the hole, and it was a middle-aged white guy, good looking and he had a wedding ring on. I tapped my foot and so did he, then he put his finger to the hole, and I stood up and guided my dick through and he began to suck my cock and six or seven minutes later I shot a huge load in his mouth. I walked back to my car knowing I had two loads inside me and as much as I was annoyed that they knew each other and I was getting hard picturing their hot dick and know I had a part of them inside me.

This is from a 50+ guy who sent me a naked pic after I stated I wanted ass. And you guys are talking about these younger adults…. Then the guy proceeded to go off me. Hahaha

Taken Over 30 loads at a sex club in Atlanta. And in between fucks I had a dude find used condoms in the trash cans and empty the loads up my ass.

I could not believe what I was seeing. My boyfriend was stripped naked on a mattress surrounded by six guys with cameras, and next to him was a POZ guy with a massive dripping cock. Our frat boy host whispered in my ear, “You okay with this?” I just nodded, certain that my boyfriend would get off on simulated sex with Tom and that I would get to fuck the hell out of him when we got home. I heard one of the guys taking photos to a friend, “Whoah! This is crazy. Think we'll get to shoot a conversion tonight?” Bobby was holding Tom's throbbing cock to his mouth. He looked at me for approval. I nodded, thinking I was letting him know I was ok with him just holding it. As soon as I nodded, Bobby opened his jaw wider and lowered his mouth onto Tom's slimy POZ cock. He managed to swallow it practically to his hairy balls. I figured it was ok for him to just blow this guy. I had read somewhere that it's hard to get POZZED just from a blowjob. The rest of the photographers were close as my boy swallowed down Tom's cock and slurped down his juices. Tom had his hands wrapped around Bobby's head, controlling him. He smiled at me and said, “Hey man. Thanks for this. We'll only take this as far as YOU want, ok?” I nodded again. Somehow I trusted him. I looked up, still nodding as I saw the frat boy host unbuckling his shorts. He must have thought I was nodding at him. He gave me a thumbs up as he shucked his underwear and freed his cock. I remembered what he had told me that sometimes orgies happened, but only when everyone was comfortable with it... For the meantime, the rest of the guys were still clothed, and snapping away. Bobby pulled off of Tom's cock and gave him a huge sloppy kiss. I could see Tom's shiny toxic precum all over Bobby's face and chin. Tom threw him back onto his shoulders and went to work on his cock, swallowing it to the root in one gulp. Bobby's eyes were closed and he threw his head back with a moan. Our frat boy host positioned his balls over Bobby's mouth and lowered them. He looked up at me and grinned. I was stupefied, frozen with lust, fear, and jealousy, as Bobby started slurping on his low hangers, his own cock disappearing down Tom's throat. Tom flipped Bobby over onto his hands and knees and started working his hole. Bobby was supporting himself with his hands as the frat boy slid his slimy cock in and out of my boyfriend's mouth. Tom started by spreading Bobby's asscheeks apart and then working in a finger or two. I wanted to make sure he wasn't tearing up Bobby's hole so I leaned in close and took a few photos. I asked Tom, “You're not going to fuck him, are you?” “Naw man. Not unless he asks me to...” Whew... “Hey guys,” Tom asked, “does someone want to bring me the toys? Maybe I can take care of his hole without POZZING him...” Bobby groaned something, but since his mouth was full of the frat boy's thick cock, no one understood it. Someone handed Tom a leather doctor's bag full of dildos. He started to wipe his precum all over one of them to lube it up, and I shook my head no. He frowned and got a bottle of KY out and squirted it all over Bobby's ass. He worked a 4” butt plug into Bobby's ass, and then a 6”, and an 8”. I had never seen his hole so opened-up. The frat boy groaned, “I'm gonna blow! I'm NEG. Can I cum in him?!?” I nodded, thinking he was going to cum in Bobby's mouth, but instead, he spun Bobby around, pulled out the 8” dildo, and slid into his bare hole. He thrusted all the way in as Bobby thrashed in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Yeah, slut. Take my cum!!!” His hips slammed against my boyfriend's ass over and over as he emptied his load into Bobby's guts. He pulled out slowly as the guys kept clicking their cameras. My boy laid down with his ass hanging over the edge of the mattress and spread his cheeks. The frat boy's load was dripping out. Tom hopped up saying, “Hey guys! I can pose like it's my load dripping out! It would look just like he's been POZZED!!!” He lined up his cock against Bobby's cummy ass and jerked it a bit. The guys were practically salivating as they snapped away. With so much lube on his ass from the dildo fucking and the frat boy's load, it was easy for Tom to slide his raw POZ dick up and down Bobby's crack. Bobby was squirming all over, trying to turn his head around to see this POZ cock teasing his hole. Tom started jerking his cock, lining it up with Bobby's asshole. He grinned at me, “How about just the head, man? Help a bro out. Promise I won't cum in him... And it will make for some super hot pics” I nodded, unbelievably turned on as my stomach tied itself into knots. Tom grabbed his dick and worked it deeper into the crack, thrusting his hips back and forwards. It really did look like they were fucking. He worked the tip of his mushroom head between Bobby's jiggling cheeks as Bobby pushed back against him. I'm sure the head popped in a few times. It took a lot of self-restraint for him to not just sink it in, and from the way Bobby was squealing, I am sure he would not have stopped him. My mouth had gone dry and the only sounds I could hear were the clicking of the cameras and the sweaty sound of skin on skin as Tom sunk the tip of his POZ cock into my boy's bare ass. Bobby turned his head over to me, his eyes darting to Tom's. “How about just a few inches. Not fucking or anything, just so we can get some stills where it looks like he's pounding my hole. Maybe Tom can pose so it looks like he's even breeding me!” Again, I nodded. Tom sunk his horse cock very slowly into my boyfriend. He threw his head back. He was shaking a little and I could tell he was trying so hard not to fuck Bobby's brains out. “I gotta pull out man. It's been so long since a guy let me fuck him. I'm gonna shoot!” With that, Bobby pushed back against Tom's groin and fucked himself on Tom's dick a few times and then lunged forward as he shot his own load, without even touching his cock. Tom grabbed his tool and jerked it a few times, sending volley after volley of molten cum across my boy's back and ass. Bobby spread his cheeks wide as Tom kept cumming and cumming. His winking asshole must have caught a few droplets, and the guys crowded in to get close-ups. Bobby's fingers spread his ass wide as Tom's toxic load seeped down his cheeks and closer and closer to his ass. He wooshed his fingers around in the toxic puddle around his hole getting them slick with poison. Then, he sunk his cummy fingers into his ass, holding still as the guys kept their cameras clicking. I was so dizzy I felt like I was about to pass out. Bobby rolled over onto his back and kept working his cummy fingers and out of his stretched-out hole as I fainted. To be continued...