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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

1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.

I was due for a hall pass, so I planned one out for yesterday 2/17. My girlfriend and I are moving soon. While I will come back to Arizona periodically, I doubt I’ll have another hall pass on those trips. Since this is likely to be my last time hooking up in Arizona, I tried to plan out a big day. It was a good day, but it didn’t start out that way at first. After prepping at home and making plans with a guy nearby on Grindr, I drove over to his place. As I pulled up he told me AAA was there to fix his car. Then didn’t respond when I asked him if I should wait. 0-for-1. So I went over to Zorba’s. There were police in the parking lot, which freaked me out a bit. I’m thinking 0-for-2. Then I realize the police are there for a call next door—a shitty little motel—and I see them arresting a guy in his hotel room. I’m thinking that it might be possible they would stop in at Zorba’s afterward, but I say fuck it. Jacking off in a private room at a porn shop isn’t illegal. And I feel very strongly about my rights to privacy and sexual self-determination, so I say fuck it and walk in. The first guy I run into is a shorter, good looking middle-aged guy with a HUGE cock. Like the perfect penis. I suck him for awhile, and he fingers my hole. He can tell I’m already lubed up. He says he wants to fuck me, but first wants to see if we can find someone to fuck me while I suck him. We pull up our pants and walk around a bit, but we don’t find anyone unfortunately. As we’re waiting, he winks at me, and I smile and gulp. My throat is lonely. We go back into a booth and I immediately go to town on his cock. He cums soon after that, deep in my throat. I stay in the booth and keep watching porn for a minute while hitting poppers and glancing at the hallway. I can still taste the first guy’s cum in my mouth. Another middle-aged guy walks in, also good looking, and we exchange blowjobs for a bit. He gets me hard (usually difficult for me to do with guys) and then turns around, wanting me to fuck him. I start getting softer and I tell him I’ve never fucked a guy before. He gets the message, says he understands, and then leaves. We’re both looking to get some cum in our holes. It’s been about 45 minutes at this point, and I have other plans the rest of the day, so I leave. Next I go to Modern World in Tempe. I haven’t been here in years. The last time I went the place was crawling with drug users loitering outside and inside in the hallways, so I dipped out quickly. I checked online and guys said it had gotten better since they instituted a $5 cover charge. And I’d never seen the gloryholes there, so I decided to check it out again. It was a very small crowd, and while the drug users were gone, it wasn’t a great showing. A smaller Hispanic guy who speaks only Spanish follows me into my room. He can’t get hard and wants to play with my dick, so I move on. I find the gloryholes, and I suck an older guy through one for a bit. But his cock—while thick—is short and he can’t get much of it through the hole. The walls between the gloryholes are surprisingly thick. This trip seems to be a bust, so I move on. Still not impressed with Modern World. Next, I go to Chute. Get there about 1 pm. I had made plans to meet up with a guy there, and I give him my room number when I get there, all of which turns out to be a mistake. He’s a tall older guy with a nice cock, his cum tastes great, and I’ve hooked up with him before. Today, I suck his cock, he sucks me, he rims me, he fucks me with a condom in several different positions, and then eventually cums in my mouth. All pretty good right? Not exactly. Older Guy monopolized my time there, basically wanting to hang out in my room and periodically fuck for three hours, occasionally stopping to check the stock market, his texts, and call his wife after their burglar alarm went off (false alarm). At one point, he’s fucking me doggy style and gets a text. He has me go forward onto my stomach while he’s still inside me so that he can reach up and grab his phone. We lay there like that for a good minute so he can check his text. Older Guy keeps pressing me to get hard and cum despite me telling him I have difficulty getting hard with guys. He’s very judgmental about my activities (despite many of those being the same activities he engages in, and despite telling me that he tests much less frequently than I do). At one point, we take a walk around the place, where we see a few guys who look attractive to me. He taps me after each one and gives me a frown and a head shake. So judgmental! Maybe the worst thing about Older Guy is that he clearly doesn’t respect my relationship. I’ve explained to him how my open relationship works and what the rules are, and that my girlfriend and I are moving out of state soon, and I won’t have another hall pass before we leave. He keeps saying that I’ll change my mind about hooking up with him again, and saying that some of our rules are not negotiable. I have to keep getting firmer with him, until I eventually tell him that nothing is negotiable and our relationship is my priority (something I shouldn’t have needed to say explicitly). I should’ve thrown in the towel earlier, but at that point he’s been in my room for 2.5 hours and has been talking about cumming for the past 45 minutes. So I keep leading him in that direction, and he eventually cums in my mouth. Afterward, Older Guy asks more questions about my relationship, and I tell him that while my girlfriend is a little embarrassed to have her family find out, I’m usually open to talking about our relationship with friends and family. He asks why I wasn’t embarrassed, with a tone that implied that I should be embarrassed. I should’ve told off Older Guy and kicked him out long before that, but I was a little worried about his reaction. After our last hookup, I had told him my real name and what I do for a living—I’ll need to be more careful about that in the future. Thankfully, he eventually leaves and allows me to move on with my day. But I’ve definitely learned a lesson—if a guy acts clingy, judgmental, and possessive, tell him to go fuck himself! I actually feel good about one thing involving our interaction however. Around 1.5 hours in at Chute, when Older Guy leaves to call his wife about the burglar alarm, there’s another guy with a hat on who knocks on my door. Hat Guy had been hanging around my room frequently and had previously knocked to see if I was interested—I had told him no, and that I was there with my “friend.” At this point I’m so annoyed with Older Guy that I pull Hat Guy into my room. He’s a younger Hispanic guy with glasses in addition to the hat, and a huge, thick, perfectly trimmed cock. I suck him for a bit, and then we move to the edge of the bed, where he starts fucking me doggy style. I ask him to take a picture—I love taking pictures of myself being slutty. While Hat Guy is fucking me, I can hear all the lube in my ass squelching. He’s opening me up wide and pounding me. He cums in my hole and I do kegels around his cock to milk every last drop of his semen. He pulls out and I can feel his cum drip out of my hole. I suck him a bit again, we thank each other, and then he leaves. About a minute later, Older Guy comes back knocking on the door. After Older Guy leaves, I relax in my room for a minute to watch porn and get back in the mood (Older Guy had actually asked me to give him free professional advice for the last half hour 🤦🏼‍♂️). I relube my hole, grab my towel, poppers, and lube, and go for a walk around Chute. In one of the video rooms, I find three guys in the middle of a hot scene. One of them is sitting on the bench, one guy is standing up, and there’s one guy on his knees servicing both of them. I recognize the guy on the bench, an older stocky daddy with a thick cock and delicious cum. Stocky Daddy recognizes me as well. He motions me over and I sit next to him, lean over, and start to suck his cock. As I’m sucking him, he starts telling the other guys how good of a cocksucker I am, how much I love to suck cock, and how I’ve got a girlfriend who lets me hook up with guys. They react approvingly, and they have me get on my knees. The guy who had been on his knees stands up, and now I have two new cocks in my face. After my initial rough start, striking out at Modern World, and a rough early afternoon with Older Guy, my day is now definitely getting better. I start sucking both of the guys who are standing up, and they sort of fight each other for access to my mouth for a bit. One of them starts fingering my hole, and when I stick my ass out they know I want to take cock as well as give head. One of them, the original standing guy, stands me up and has me bend over. Standing Guy is a middle-aged, toned, muscular black guy with a good sized uncut cock. While he enters my hole from behind, the original kneeling guy stands on the bench in front of me and puts his cock in my open mouth. Kneeling Guy is a middle-aged Hispanic guy, kind of quiet with a smaller but tasty cut cock. After awhile they switch places. Throughout this whole experience, Stocky Daddy on the bench is stroking and hitting poppers while telling them to give me their cocks. I’m also hitting poppers occasionally. Its been about six months since my last spitroast, and I’m in heaven with two cocks inside me, one at each end. Eventually, my legs get sore and I need a breather. Standing Guy and Kneeling Guy laugh appreciatively and pat me on the ass, leaving the room. They’re only speaking Spanish but I think from their tone they’re impressed. As soon as I catch my breath I go back to sucking Stocky Daddy on the bench. He had the best cock and blew the best load during my last hall pass, so I really enjoy sucking him. As I’m sucking him on my knees with my ass in the air, Standing Guy comes back in. He motions to Stocky Daddy, who tells me that Standing Guy wants to fuck my ass again. I stand up and bend over, and Standing Guy lines me up with Stocky Daddy’s cock again. As I take him in my mouth, Standing Guy is behind me pressing into my hole. He presses me forward into the cock in front of me, and we get into a really good rhythm. It feels amazing. Eventually Standing Guy starts smacking my ass and jerking as he fucks me. Between that and his string of Spanish, I can tell he’s unloading deep in my hole. As he pulls out, I can feel a huge load fall out of my ass, and I hear it land on the floor with a loud *splat*. There was already a lot of other cum on the floor, but most of the rest of it was translucent after having settled for a bit. His load is thick and white. And there was a lot of it. I get back down on my knees and grab his cock, putting it in my mouth and licking off the last drops of cum. He says thanks and laughs, and I laugh and pat him on the ass as he walks out. I turn back to Stocky Daddy on the bench, sucking his cock yet again. He and I each keep hitting poppers, and he keeps talking dirty to me, telling me how much I love cock. I’ve got his cock sliding in and out of my throat, taking him to the base repeatedly and occasionally suckling on his thick spongy head. At the same time, I’m jacking my own cock with my asshole in the air, slick and cool as it leaks cum and lube down my balls and onto the floor. I’m so turned on that I cum on the floor with Stocky Daddy’s cock deep in my throat. I keep sucking him for a bit afterward, as well as another guy who had come in to watch the show, but eventually I get up and leave. At this point it’s about 4:30-4:45, and I had made one last set of plans for 5:30. I take a shower, sit in the steamroom for a minute, take another shower, and then pack up my stuff. My 5:30 plans are with a guy that I’ve hooked up with in the past through Sniffies. He’s a younger black guy, and he has a huge cock, about 8.5 inches long by 2.5 inches wide. He runs a Twitter account where he shares video of some of his exploits. I last hooked up with him in March 2021: I sucked his cock, he came in my ass, I sucked him hard again, and he came in my ass again, all within the span of about 30 minutes. I was looking to get something similar this time. He was looking to get me at the end of the day after I’d taken as many loads as possible. After some back and forth, I show up at his place about 5:45, and I’m out by 6:00. Much like last time, we get right down to business. I get to his room, undress, and get down on my knees. His cock looks and feels even bigger and thicker than I remember. I suck him for awhile and I can tell he’s enjoying it. He’s moaning and cursing, he’s rock hard, and he doesn’t seem to be in any rush. Eventually, I tell him I want him to fuck me. He says “fuck yes” and helps me up. I get on his bed on all fours. I ask if he’s going to take a video of him fucking my ass, and he says yes. I want documentary evidence of me taking his cock. I lube up my hole some more, and took a hit of poppers as he presses against my cunt. He’s bigger than any of the other guys who’ve been inside my hole today, and it hurts for a second as I adjust to his size. Then it just feels good. Feeling him stretching me out and filling me up 🤤 He takes out his phone and begins recording. He starts talking dirty, asking if I like being a cumdump slut. I told him I do, begging him to add his load. He puts the phone down and starts fucking me HARD. The way this guy fucks is just 🤌🏼 I’m taller than him by a few inches, and with my knees just outside his knees, he’s able to plant his weight so that every time he thrusts and bottoms out deep in my hole, his legs hit the back of mine. It just fits. That sensation all at once—his cock filling me up at the same time his balls hit mine and the same time his legs hit mine—is almost indescribably pleasurable. Then there’s the psychological pleasure of knowing that he’s getting close to cumming. Feeling him start to pause because he’s trying to hold off. Me begging him for his cum. Him asking if I want it. Feeling him transition into an urgent rhythm, grunting, and then holding my hips so that he can deposit his warm cum in my hole. Eventually he pulls out and I feel the familiar sensation of cum trickling from my hole, now exposed to the air. I turn around and suck him into my mouth. I can’t risk trying to get another load—I need to get home by 6:30. But he’s very appreciative. I get dressed, pack up my stuff, he walks me to the door, and we say our goodbyes. Then I go to my car, take a video of his cum dripping from my hole, and send it to him. It’s been a good day, one last lap around Arizona taking cock and cum. I started out the day with a huge cock in my throat, and ended the day with a huge cock in my ass. I’ve had 11 different cocks in my mouth and throat, swallowed two loads, been fucked by five guys, and taken three big loads of hot semen in my hole. Still in my car, I jack off and blow one last load of cum thinking about it. I change into clean clothes and go home.

Recently went to a orgy at someone’s apartment in Chicago and felt like I had a good connection with an older man there. Was about 10 guys and got fucked by 5 of the people there. While most of the guys just tried to hammer away on my butt, one guy, in his 60’s I guess, was super gentle. Had a moderate sized uncut cock, and just slowly pumped me while leaning over and whispering encouraging things in my ear like I was “doing so good” and that I was the best ass he’s gotten in a long time. After he came in me we nestled on the couch with me kissing him and fondling his balls and foreskin but I guess he was spent for the night. Another top came by and guided me back to the sling to have his way with me but I kept looking around for this particular daddy. He must have left. the host had a pretty strict anonymous rule so I can’t ask him for any contact info.

I can't imagine the competition to be the target. Bitches must be shanking each other.

I would safely say that 100% of the men I've been fucked by in the past 5 months would identify as "straight" even though they really are bisexual. They're all married, all get no sex at home (or very little), most drive truck - the others were chance meetings or from other boards. Only my Daddy is now admitting that he has so many deeper feelings for me that he is positive he only wants to be sexual with me and doesn't see himself any longer as "straight." Of course I was the same way, though for years I've not been turned on by women in the least and would not be able to get aroused even in front of one totally nude. I'm just so done with titles though. Only title I care about now is the one for my "Daddy" and his for me, "Sissy."

Thank you, I enjoyed writing it. Working on the next outing for the kid

That more than fine, there should be room for everyone here. It's your body and your choice and if anyone pressures you or belittles you about your choice, they're way out of line and can go fuck themselves. If I'd had the option, I would have used PReP to avoid becoming positive. I'm older - 63 - and my first physician's opinion was I likely caught HIV before anyone even knew it existed. I've been able to make a good life, and have had a lot of support and met wonderful people along the way. And having HIV certainly created some limitations as to what I could do with my life.

There is a company that does bukkake parties every month in various major cities. i wou dlove to be the guy receiving all that cum all over my face and in my mouth. Can't find how to volunteer for it though.

met a new friend out back. I pulled down my shorts and knelt on them on the concrete step. I laid across the top step as he came up behind me and tossed his keys down. He squirted out a bunch of lube then lined up his cock behind me and slid inside. I arched my back and suppressed a moan. He fucked me for a minute and bred my ass. He withdrew, I pulled up my shorts and went back inside.

That's the kind of creator I want to support!

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

I have thought about it, but realistically, it is probably form the best that I wasn’t born a female. I’d probably end up as one of those hoes with 10 kids from 11 different baby daddies by the time I was 30. Or have a “Buy 9, 10th is free” stamp card from the local abortion clinic. Most likely contribute to more broken homes than a moderately sized tornado. High likelihood you woulda seen my naked ass on the cover of “BBC Gangbang Teens #12” or “Sloppy Creampie Whores #69” or “Shane Diesel’s Stretching Asian Pussy POV #7”.

Will be in London from 17th to 28th of Feb, message me if interested in meeting 😉

This is a very apt description of how I'm wired. Even my nipples are wired to my ass.

3. The Hung Priest He's free! Jesse takes the stairs two at a time. Having cleaned the living room, office, and kitchen, and having just changed all the upstairs bedrooms' linens and washed all the windows (and there’s a ton of windows in this glass house), Jesse's free for the rest of the afternoon. He sprints down the stairs to his room to grab a towel before hitting the beach and meeting up with Eros and T. Of course he can’t resist skidding to a stop in front of his full-length mirror. He runs his palm over the dark buzz cut that's quickly growing in, grinning back at himself. Rummaging through the top shelf's collection of caps he selects an olive green one that says ARMY, which matches his feeling of being on leave from boot camp. He’s been through his own kind of intense training this past week: snake bite kit has enlarged his nipples; he now sports one of Dante’s cast off Prince Alberts swinging through his dick; and his hole can take Tommy’s, Mac’s and even Eros’ big fist. But back to the mirror. From one of the two star tattoos Eros added on either side of his treasure trail, he flakes off the last remaining scab. He sprints to the side gate but decides to dial it back a notch and slows his pace to seem more chill before he meets up with his BFFs. The golf cart Tommy uses to transport plants from the dock now carries passengers. You can tell by how heavy the cart's load is by the immense clattering of the loose walkway boards as it approaches the house. It pulls up to the front as Jesse closes the gate behind him. He pauses behind a trellis of ivy next to the koi coy pond observing Mac. (Noted: no longer Mr. McPherson, being under Eros' and Tommy's tutelage. Mac doesn't mind as long as he still gets to fuck the kid any time he wants.) His boss gets out of the cart ushering an extremely heavy man and a very tall kid that’s bent over because of the golf cart’s low roof. The big man's vaguely familiar. A movie star. A former screen idol his mom said she'd swooned over twenty years ago but has now gone to seed. A hundred extra pounds of seed, roughly. He's forgotten his name, but he now appears mostly in hard-core revenge dramas, most of them of the poor oppressed white man variety. The kid looks up before he jumps out of the cart. Jesse figures he’s about his age, a little too hipsterish to be his type. Long blond dreadlock hang in his face. He's trying to conceal his height with bad posture. All his focus is on his Switch screen, ignoring everything and everyone around him. He's got earbuds in so he doesn't hear the actor yelling at him. Mac's trying to help the actor with his luggage, but the man shoos him off. The kid’s mad because the fat man distracted him and messed up his game. He shakes the screen then looks around puzzled, wondering where he is. One more passenger gets out of the cart. A white haired older man dressed in a brown Franciscan robe cinched simply with a plain white rope around his waist. Though everyone in the group sweats profusely, the monk is the only one that seems delighted to be in such a lovely setting. He looks around taking in driftwood glass house, the bright green forest mirrored darkly in all the house’s tinted windows, the magnificently attended to garden, smiles at his present company and then at the gorgeous little army boy in white underwear who demurely hides behind an ivy trellis next to a trickling fountain. The monk is, quite literally, in paradise. Through the ivy leaves Jesse observes the priest's white hair is in bangs that emphasize his prominent forehead. Sunken cheeks and steel grey eyes give him a skeletal look. Adding to this appearance is his toothy rictus grin. Jesse guesses him to be in his sixties, possibly seventies. You'd assume he’d be feeble, but you'd be wrong. He maneuvers artfully around the golf cart—not an easy feat on the narrow walkway—and flits past the others on the crowded path with the balance of a tightrope walker. He's the first to reach the front doors, his satchel clutched in his arms, patiently waiting for the others. “Jesse!” Mac yells to him as he tries to slink his way to the beach unnoticed. The entire party looks over at him. Even the dreadlocks kid looks up from his game taking out an earbud. “Pull the cart around to the side of the house, please,” Mac asks, more order than request. The keys fly through the air and Jesse catches them one-handed. The actor pulls a backpack over one shoulder and, huffing, carries two suitcases to the house's entrance. The kid wipes his brow, pushing his hair out of his face and goes back to his screen. As Jesse climbs in the cart, he heard the kid ask the actor, almost indignantly, “Why is that guy wearing underwear?" “How the fuck should I know, Jaxton,” returns the fat man, dropping his load at the front doors. “We’re casual here, Jaxton,” Mac explains, looking back at Jesse. “He feels very comfortable in his briefs. Everyone here is free to do exactly what he likes. That goes for you, too, young man.” Mac tweaks his nipple, to which the kid elbows Mac’s arm away with a scowl. “And for you, too, Father Lucius,” Mac says brightly. At the door, the Franciscan monk stares at Jesse with his frozen grin. "Don't worry. I'm as delightfully unencumbered as I could possibly be," he replies, lifting his robe to the assembled group. The kid is taken aback by what he sees, but the others remain indifferent. Father Lucius drops his robe and watches Jesse reverse the cart around the side of the house. Jesse senses the monk’s eyes never leaving him. Mac drapes his arm around the old man's shoulders and steers him through the front doors. The empty beach stretches for miles in each direction with ribbons of brown kelp washed up at high tide. The waves are turbulent from an approaching storm. It's still many miles out to sea where the sky darkens like an ominous bruise, but he sand's warm, crunching pleasantly under Jesse’s toes as he ambles toward the waves. Eros, in sunglasses, and T, slathering lotion over his sunburnt nose, have their beach chairs set up at the water line. They sit naked, dicks hanging limp for once, each with a beer in their chair’s cup holders. Jesse slips off his briefs and hangs it, his army cap and beach towel on the back of T’s chair, and runs to the breaking waves. He make a backwards flip at the last second before a large wave has a chance to bowl him over. He body surfs for a while, barking seal sounds, doing cartwheels in the shallows—basically trying to show off for Eros and T who are infuriatingly ignoring him. The men are in a serious discussion when Jesse emerges dripping wet. He grabs his towel, bangs his head a couple of times to clear water from his ear, and starts drying himself. "Well, can I?" Jesse begins. "No!" Tommy and Eros say simultaneously. "Why not?" He hits a higher register in annoyance. Tommy says, "Definitely not," over Eros saying, "Just drop it already." "It's not fair!" He stomps his foot between their chairs, then yanks on his army cap, lips pursed. The men sips their beers. Eros gives him the once over. “Can’t really call you Cue-ball anymore, can I?” Eros, expressionless behind his Ray-Bans, hands folded over his abs, gives Jesse's ankle a sandy brush with his big toe. Jesse in spite of his petulance, smirks, rubbing his towel over his dark buzz cut. Shading his eyes from the sun, Tommy looks up at Jesse. “How ‘bout we call you Raisinets,” he teases, grabbing at Jesse’s shriveled nut sack. “How ‘bout, fuck you T-bag,” Jesse counters. He takes a step back, eyes sparkling with mischief, and snaps his towel with a crack against Tommy’s exposed butt. Tommy yips, and yells, “You little fuck!” He jumps out of his chair and chases Jesse down the beach. Eros snorts beer while he watches the two zigzag down the shore, leaping over large clumps of seaweed. Jesse evades T for quite a while before T dives and tackles him. They roll around in the sand, T smacking the kid’s head and making Jesse eat sand. T flips him on his back, sets his haunches on Jesse hips, pins the kid’s skinny arms at his side. They're roughly the same size, though Eros works Tommy out mercilessly building up distinctive biceps and pecs. As Jesse struggles to get up, T’s also given the advantage that he’s actually miffed. He threatens Jesse with a drool of spit, but Jesse turns his head away before it hits him. “Okay! I give, I give, I give!” Jesse pleads. T sneers victorious over him. Jesse jiggles his hips in the warm sand that coddles his backside. With Tommy’s ass sitting on his dick, he starts getting aroused. It wouldn’t be the first time this week Jesse, at Eros' urging, fucks Tommy. It just'd be the first time out in the open where anyone could see. T feels the growing boner, gives Jesse a last smack to the head, rises off him with his own cock semi-rigid. Walking back to the beach chairs, he shouts, “Fucker’s a little [banned word].” He plops back in his chair, snatches his beer, feigning indignation. “Where’d he get that from, I wonder?” Eros says, grinning his gap-tooth smile. Jesse returns brushing off sand then plops down on his butt between the chairs. He twists his cap backwards. "I got payed so I can pay you for it," he says. "No!" Eros says, emphatically. "Subject closed." He looks angrily out at the gathering storm. "Blowing clouds, okay. Slamming, not okay. Got it?" “Okay, okay. Sheesh. What a grouch," Jesse says. Eros regards him with a cocked eyebrow. Jesse points at his beer. Eros hands it to him, but when Jesse starts guzzling it he snatches it back. Jesse uses his toes to play with Eros' ankle but Eros is done playing. Jesse perks up. "You made me forget—d’you see those guys come in from the dock?” “Mac's friends made it before the storm, huh?” Eros observes. The sun's gets swallowed by clouds as he prepares to leave. He shaking his auburn mane and puts it in a ponytail. “Mac said we’d have visitors this weekend—one of his old actor pals.” "Please, not Eddie Gleason!" Tommy tragically wails. Eros interrogates Jesse. "Big, fat guy? In all those sand and sandal religious movies?" Jesse affirms this and Tommy buries his face in his hands. “Eddie Gleason's got a major hard-on for our boy T.” "Minor pud more like it. Awww,” Tommy moans, “he's gonna want to fuck me again and he takes for-ev-er to cum. ‘Sit and spin, sit and spin,’ he says. He thinks he’s hysterical. Scooby and Shaggy is what he calls Eros and me." This breaks Jesse up. "Yeah, he thinks it's rich, too." “Well, he’s got a tall kid with him,” Jesse offers. “Maybe you’re off the hook.” Eros shakes his head “Nope. That’s this guy’s M.O. Always brings a fresh kid, calls them his assistants. New kid each time he brings for me and Mac to D.P., so he can watch and get off while the kid's—.” “What’s D.P.?” Jesse interjects. “Double penetrate,” Tommy says. “Like what me and Eros plan on doing to you tonight.” “Unless me and Eros do it to you first,” Jesse sasses childishly. “Oh, there was a priest, too, in a monk’s robe. And you also made me forget to tell you I saw steaks in the fridge!” “You think those are for us, dick weed?” Tommy asks, rhetorically. “Although a dirty Catholic boy might get a nasty priest’s meat up his butt.” Jesse leaps up and grabs Tommy’s head, yanks on his hair knocking him to the ground. Sand flies everywhere. The two roll around snarling and hissing, initially in fun but quickly getting fierce. Eros jumps up, pulling Jesse off, legs and arms flailing to get at Tommy. Eros easily has him under his wing and shakes him once to stop. “Knock it off! Both of you!” He gives Tommy a warning glare, then drops Jesse unceremoniously on his ass. “For fuck sake. Pair of alley cats. Swear to Christ.” The afternoon's quickly turning dark. There is a faraway crack and a low rumble of thunder. Eros picks up his beach chair and walks toward the compound. Tommy and Jesse eye each other. Their fighting is mostly show but without Eros as an audience it ends up kind of pointless. Tommy tosses Jesse his underwear and towel before he folds his chair and trots after Eros. Jesse scoops up his fallen cap and scrambles after both of them. He catches them at the walkway. The three of them hop up and, using each other’s shoulders for balance, brush sand off their feet. The Franciscan monk, Father Lucius, is at the front door admiring the three of them. He's smoking a joint. “Hey,” he calls out with a friendly wave. He offers to share his joint. Tommy and Eros wave back, declining, but Jesse quickly hustles over and relieves him of the joint. He takes a hit, then a second long draw, and hands it back to the monk. He flops his underwear jauntily over his shoulder and holds out his hand introducing himself. “I’m Jesse,” he says. "Mr. McPherson’s houseboy." He can tell right off the monk can’t resist him. He wants to make sure Eros and Tommy know it, too, so he keeps looking over at them beaming. “Nice to smoke a bit of ganja with you, Father." T and Eros crack up laughing at how cool Jesse is trying to be. Jesse sneers at them. "Just ignore them. Those two are lowlife junkies who won't let me party with them.” "Oh, poor little Rasta man," Tommy wails. “I’m Father Lucius. Enchanted meeting you, Jesse,” the priest says, taking a hit and handing him back the joint. “Will you join us for the bar-b-que?” “He’s eating with us,” Eros calls over to them. Jesse looks at him surprised. “I am?” “Yes. You are,” Tommy says, suddenly in protective big brother mode. “What are we having?” Jesse, the brat, wants to know. He takes another hit off the priest’s joint. “Pasta and meatballs, your highness,” Eros snidely replies. “I’d rather have steak,” Jesse proclaims, handing the joint to the Father. “Suit yourself, Rasta man,” Eros says. He and Tommy head to their cabin, leaving Jesse and Father Lucius passing the joint between them. There is a flash of lightning from the other side of the dunes followed by a soft rumble. “I like your Prince Albert. May I?” the priest asks leaning forward. “Sure." With fists on hips, he pushes his dick forward provocatively. “It’s new, I’m mean it’s new on me. It’s an old one of Dante’s. You know I still haven't met him. Do you know him.” Lucius pulls the horseshoe P.A. back and forth through Jesse piss slit. Though still a little tender, the pot gives him a warm buzz of excitement rather than discomfort as the priest tugs on his jewelry. "I only know him by reputation. You should be cautious. Make sure others are around." The priest releases the P.A. “That’s a nice one. Eight gauge, is it?” He takes a hit and holds it before passing the joint to Jesse. “Nope. It’s a six gauge,” Jesse boasts. “This is some fuckin’ awesome weed, Father Lucius,” he says, holding up the joint. "'Scuse my language, but it really is!" “Isn’t it just? It’s laced,” the priest informs him. “I hope you’re not a purest about such things, Jesse. I'm a bit of an amateur botanist. Tinker in chemistry, too. Always experimenting. Exploring nature’s limits, such as they are.” "I'm curious to explore limits, too," Jesse says, passing the joint. The priest takes a deep hit and breaks into a coughing fit, putting his hand on Jesse’s shoulder for balance. It’s dawning on Jesse that although the priest's old and thin as a rail, there’s something attractive about him. How he’s leers shamelessly at Jesse's body might have something to do with it. And maybe it's just the weed, but his attention makes Jesse feel special, spotlighted—the way he's smiling at him as he gets control of his racking cough; the way he’s rubbing his soft hand over Jesse’s bare shoulder. The monk looks back down at Jesse's penis. He clears his throat. “Your six felt loose like you could be ready for something bigger. Have you been wearing that particular Prince Albert long?” He offers Jesse the last hit before the joint is spent. Jesse pinches the joint. “Worn it a week. Cause it’s heavier than my last one, maybe it pulls at the hole more,” Jesse speculates. He tokes then offers the last of the joint, but the priest waves it away. Jesse tosses the tiny ember into the ivy bed. "I have a double zero, myself,” Father Lucius says, lifting his robe showing he's completely naked underneath. On the internet Jesse's seen penises like his before, but never in real life. He's stunned and amazed by this monstrously deformed penis, pumped he'd guess for years to the width of a beer can, and, even flaccid as it is now, it looks like it would take at least two fists to handle it. He can't picture what it would look like hard, or if it could get hard. But the kicker is that beyond the rolls of sagging foreskin, at the tip of all that engorged flesh is a thick P.A. the width of his pinky. Jesse is fascinated by both the size of the priest’s cock and his P.A. “Can I touch it?” “That's what it’s meant for,” chuckles the priest. Jesse runs his palms down the soft skin of the priest's hairless pubic bone. He scoops up the man’s expansive flesh, pulls back the plentiful foreskin and rubs his thumb from the top of the priest’s glans down to the P.A. With his other hand he weighs the hefty P.A., getting a staggering two-handed feel for the Father’s gargantuan cock. The front porch lights flick on electrifying the scene. Jesse's skin tingles holding this behemoth. Recessed spotlights illuminate from the ivy bed casting light up from the ground. Their bodily outlines shadow the house with twisted shapes. The porch lights amplify the darkness of the surrounding forest and inky dunes. Wind whips through the oak tree and rattles the shrubs. A flash of lightning illuminates their faces, followed by a loud crack. “You know,” Father Lucius says, dropping his robe and earnestly enjoying the boy's enchanted face, "I have with me an antique four gauge captive bead that might be perfect for your penis. May I show you?" The monk considers the sky. "We should get inside. It looks to be a devil of a storm.” Jesse follows the priest without a word into the house and up to his room. They pass Mac on the staircase. Lightning flashes through the many windows of the foyer. "I'm so sorry, Father Lucius. It looks like we'll have to postpone our bar-b-que. I'll set up cold cuts in the kitchen for you and the other guests." He smiles eyeing Jesse. "Jesse, are you feeling okay? You look pale." He brushes Jesse's cheek. "I'm fine, sir," he responds, unusually sedate for Jesse. "Father Lucius told me about a captive bead that might be right for me." "Well, whenever you’re ready, please to come down." "So gracious of you, sir," the priest says, clutching this host's hand in both of his. "I promised the boy a gift. We were just on our way for me to confer it, if he so inclined. We might join you later, but please don't let us hold you up." "Nor I hold up you," Mac says with his broadest smile. His hand passes down Jesse back and rests on the boy’s butt. After a light tap, he says, "I expect you to give special attention to our esteemed Father. Make sure his every need is met.” "Yes, sir. I will, sir." Two men exchange a look and then a courteous bow before the monk takes the boy's hand and leads him to his room. His cleaning of the bedrooms earlier included putting silk sheets on all the beds but he sees Father Lucius has exchanged the cast iron bed's linens for a black rubber sheet. The priest escorts Jesse to the room’s spacious sitting area situated before a wall of glass. A leather divan faces a carved antique chair, an inlaid table between. A box sits in the center. There’s a burst of lightning immediately followed by a rumble that rattles the house. The forest beyond the glasses flashes several times illuminating the forest. If he gave into paranoia Jesse’d swear there were faces in the trees. He looks up past the exposed beams to the roof's skylights and, in the hazy euphoria of the laced drug, witnesses the tempest pouring down. The room lights flicker an instant. There is a loud crash and the room goes completely dark. Gloom envelops everything. Jesse feels his skin alive with goosebumps. He's not frightened but he's very aware he's naked and has no idea where the priest is, until he hears somewhere in the blackness, "Not to worry. A priest, like a good boy scout, is always prepared." He hears Father Lucius riffling through his satchel. A large black candles is lit, then several more. The candles he produces as thick as his monstrous cock, thinks Jesse. It takes a while for light to bathe the room, but candle by candle it does. The warm glow counters the fury of the storm clawing at the glass wall and skylights. Lightning and thunder gradually diminish, but leave behind sheets of rain and a howling wind. Jesse takes a seat on the leather divan and the priest sidles next to him. His wool robe scratches Jesse's bare skin. The priest opens the box. It's a jewelry case, but rather than ordinary jewelry between the black velvet slots, there are various sized piercings: shiny barbells of different widths and lengths, horse shoes P.A.s, ribbed wands, penis plugs, nipple rings, and, in the center stands a thick Prince Albert four gauge captive bead. A sparkling red ruby is captured by the P.A.'s heavy ring. The jewel glistens as brilliantly in the candlelit room as the red in priest’s eyes. “It’s a star ruby, rarest of the rare," the monk whispers in Jesse's ear, as if he doesn't want to wake the gemstone. "Most star rubies are either three or six pointed. But look here," he says, plucking it from the case, rotating it before Jesse’s mesmerized eyes. "You can see this rarity has five points.” He displays it from many angles and sees the boy can’t look away. “It’s said to be blessed—or cursed—depends on your point of view, I suppose. Shall we see if it fits?” The priest fondled his penis, which Jesse, still feeling the intense buzz of the joint, enjoys. He relaxes his body, arms along the back of the divan, feeling Father Lucius twist off the end of his horseshoe P.A. The priest slips the ring out below Jesse's frenulum. “We should lubricate the piercing, don’t you think, so it’ll be in easier for you to accept the new ring?” Jesse tilts his head forward and catches Father Lucius leering at his dick then darting his eyes hungrily up at him. The candles’ shadows exaggerate the cadaverous hollows of the monk’s sockets. “Yeah, get it slick. The six gauge bump was really painful.” Jesse gives a quick shivers remembering how long it took for Mac to get Dante’s old P.A. through his piercing. "Pain need not always be an unintended consequence, my child," says the priest, “but I understand your reticence.” Father Lucius goes down on Jesse's cock. He moans in surprised pleasure. The priest pauses for a moment and shocks Jesse by removing dentures from his mouth. He sets them on the table and drools back down on his cock. The look is complete: a cadaverous skull is giving him head. The priests spits on Jesse’s member. He licks the top of his glans and then swirls his tongue underneath where the pierced hole resides. Jesse’s head falls back as the priest gums his member up and down. The soft, sensual teasing of the Father’s mouth, lips and smooth gums arouses him, aided by the priest fondling his nipples. Father Lucius lifts off his erection with a mocking, “Don’t get too carried away, my child.” He rubs his slick thumb back and forth over Jesse’s engorged cockhead. I’ll never get it in if you keep growing.” The priest toys with Jesse dick, pushing the four gage ring through his piss slit, finding the piercing within but gets snagged on the narrow opening. Jesse flinches. The priest tries several more times. Each time Jesse jumps. “Does this hurt too much,” he asks, repeated pushing the large ring against the small hole. Jesse nods, and puts his hand in the way of further abuse. “Oh, such a shame. This ancient piece of jewelry would look so lovely dangling from a young boy’s penis.” The priest continues to glide his thumb over the tip of Jesse cockhead. The effect wears down his resistance. "No, keep trying, Father," he rasps. "I don’t care. I think you almost got it to go through." He lifts his bare leg over the monk's scratchy robe, giving more access to his body. The priest is pleased with the boy's subordination and rubs his soft hand under Jesse's thigh, cupping his balls and running a finger along his taint. “Seems like you have a bit of a masochist in you, child. How provocative and persuasive you can be.” In the undercarriage of the jewelry case there is a drawer the priest opens. In it are housed several tools. Among these are a pair of pliers. It makes Jesse nervous that the pliers are so near his dick head, but the monk holds his penis so firmly, he trusts him to be careful. In addition Father Lucius pulls out a long silver piercing needle, the width of the new P.A. He jabs it through Jesse piss slit finding the piercing, stretching it with the needle's width, and begins pull the ring along after it. Jesse pants trying to battle the growing pain. He’s at the threshold of what he can tolerate and begins to wail like an animal and clutching his groin, folding in half, just as Father Lucius falls back on the divan. It’s in. “Look at that!” says the priest in amazement, rolling his head to the side. “Would you look at that? It adorns your boy penis magnificently.” Jesse is astonished, too. Never mind the tenderness, he wags the ring back and forth so it flops from side to side out of his piss slit. It’s hefty and he likes it. His cock’s tinging from his pierced hole, but it’s a sensual discomfort, something he could get used to, will have to get used to. His dick isn’t fully erect, but his cock feels more substantial than before. He's beginning to realize that it comes with each P.A.'s increased size. "All we need now is to set the gem." The monk rolls the ruby in his fingers, and wedges it between the two end points of the ring. The pliers is there to bend the thick ring into place. There a stab of pain accompanying a small click. "A solid sealed, Jesse. What do you think?" He looks down at his dick. Even semi-erect it looks so hot to him. He’s also feeling particularly drawn toward the monk at this moment, grateful, as captivated by Father Lucius as the ruby is in its ring. He reaches over and puts his hand behind the priest's thin head and draws his skull forward. He kisses him gently, astonished that he’s not repulsed by the man’s toothless gums. He puts his hand beneath the robe and fondles the monstrous cock and P.A. The priest pulls away. "Child, you must forgive me. I've given you such confusing signs.” Jesse immediately sits up, upset. “Shit, no, my bad, Father. Celibacy, I get it, your vow. All that. Please, can you forgive me?” “Oh, my boy, I blame myself,” the priest counters, putting his soft palm on Jesse crotch. His thumb wanders across Jesse’s trimmed pubic hair, his little finger runs over Jesse’s new ring. “I am the one not being truthful. I’m not in the least celibate, but I’m also not enticed by what you would call typical homosexual relations. It simply is not how I was created. I’m not ashamed, but what you would call normal relations between men, or in your case boys and very old men, doesn’t ... animate me. I’d hope you understand." Jesse is really confused. As the priest is saying this he's running his hand up and down Jesse cock trying to get him hard. His other hand is playing with his nipples. He smiles that skeletal grin at him. "I am so pleased you have allowed me to bestow my gift.” Jesse finds himself flummoxed but also aroused and curious. He flop his leg back again over the monk's lap. “Well,” he swallows, excited but a little fearful of what he might hear: “What exactly do you like?” The priest attends to his body, fingering his taint, then running a finger to his butthole. “I mean I do kinky things, too, Father Lucius. With Mac—uh, with Master. Also with Eros and Tommy. Like letting them fist me. Is that what you like to do…” Jesse pauses, in his own inexperienced way, attempting to entice the priest, “… what you like to do to boys.” Moving Jesse to one side, the priest rises with a noticeable lump at his groin. He ambles in front the darkened glass to look out into the night. Untying the white cincture from around his waist, he pulls the brown Franciscan robe off revealing a leather and chain harness rattling over his thin naked frame. He turns to face Jesse. His body is ancient; his breast turn upward at thimble-sized nipples; a long rope of drool slithers off this thick P.A. He runs his cincture back and forth through his palms, giving Jesse a dark look. “I was informed that, yes, you possess kinks of your own. I must confess when we shared our joint outside your adventurous nature kept crossing my mind, your proclivities intrigued me, and I hoped I might introduce you to a few of my own.” He moves to the back of the heavy antique chair and let his cincture graze the chair’s carved arms. “It’s not something I can simply tell you about. We’d have to participate together communally.” Jesse gulps. His cock remains semi-rigid, but in his gut he feels a wariness that causes him to back down. “Maybe some other time, Father," Jesse proposes, immediately seeing the disappointment cloud the monk’s face. Weighing the ruby P.A. between his fingers, he adds, "I really do like your gift. But you probably want it back now." The priest shakes his head, holding up a hand in acquiescence. “Of course it belongs to you. Perhaps some other time indeed. When I pass this way again," he says with a drip of irony. The monk reaches in his satchel and produces a small zippered leather case. He sighs, "Oh, well." He relaxes in the chair across from Jesse, with his pumped member starting to stir. Tooth by tooth he opens the case slowly revealing an orange-capped syringe, several vials of liquid and a blue rubber tourniquet. Taking off the orange cap, monk examines the tip. A small air bubble tracks back and forth within the vial. Jesse can see it’s fully loaded, ready to go. “Scary,” says Jesse. He contemplates putting on his briefs and making a polite exit, but his cock in a full state of erection betraying his most intimate desires. “I certainly wouldn't want to lead you into temptation, but deliver you from wholesomeness. I understand your desire for the mundane, the safety of the ordinary. But look! It appears that you don't want to really leave this room. The jewel states its desires, too.” He nods at Jesse’s erection. “And it isn’t scary,” Brother Lucius replies, licking the tip of the needle. “Quite a new road for someone who likes to explore their limits, I would think.” Jesse eyes the hypodermic then the priest. “I’ve never done it before.” “Booty bumps, blowing clouds, chem piss, but, no.” Father Lucius’ eyes gleam in the firelight. “I agree. You have never done this, child. Not my concoction.” The priest rises from the chair and, with a sweeping palm, offers Jesse the seat. Waves of rain washes against the black glass. He contemplates the dark reflection of himself and the naked back of the priest he sees in the window. It’s just the two of them, and he’s already gone so far. He would have done it anyway with Eros and Tommy, he reasons, if they’d have let him. He gets up and strides over and sits in the chair. He fidgets nervously. A cadaverous, toothless smile emerges out of Father Lucius’ bony face. “Let me examine your arm,” he says, as he binds Jesse bicep with the tourniquet. The priest kneels before him, pressing his thin torso between Jesse legs spreading them far apart. He strokes Jesse’s skin resting on the arm of the chair. He runs his nails up and down the boy's smooth skin tracing a long prominent vein. “This should prove simple enough.” He places the syringe at an angle to his arm and asks if the boy is ready. Jesse says he is. There was a sharp pain where the needle breaks his skin. He watches Father Lucius pull back the syringe slightly as blood swirls into the clear mixture. “Think nasty thoughts,” says the priest as he pushes the plunger down as he releases the tourniquet. He coughs! and a tidal wave sweeps Jesse away. There was the Before Jesse and now an After Jesse. No matter if this is his only time or he does this a thousand times, he will always be the After Jesse. His head’s thrown back. He feels incredible—what ancient gods must have felt. Monumental! Powerful! His desires are inhuman, uncontainable in this body. He is so much more than this body. Nothing is out of bounds as his mind frees the bonds of his banal existence. What's unleashed is wicked, sinful, unhealthy, has no name, can only be viewed in a sideways glance. He’s never felt so unhinged or amoral in his life. He coughs again. It's only been a second from the first, but this one makes him fall deeper and feels the rush increase, thinking that's impossible, but there it is. He barely holds on to the reality of this room as it is—but it flies away. What left is a feeling of teetering over the edge of never-ending darkness. He falls forward into it, stuttering fuck-fuck-fuck, as a way to ground himself, but it's useless. He's so overwhelmingly potent, unstoppable, a blind god raging in erotic torment. He leaps out of the chair with unheralded energy, but simultaneously his legs give out from under him. “I know, it’s normal, loss of motor control,” cautions the monk, who holds him up under his armpits. Jesse can’t help himself and he clutches the monk in his arms, ruts against his bare skin, against the leather and chains, runs his tongue down the monks fleshy breasts and suckles the engorged tits, feels the priest's demonic serpent growing, raising it's monstrous head. “I know, I know. It feels so damnably good, doesn’t it boy? Best you lie down as you ride the wave.” Whatever the priest says he’s wed to. He lies down on the black rubber sheets unable to focus on the priest in the infinite distance of the antique chair shooting up. Writhing in ecstasy on the bed, he’s consumed in flames, touching his magnificent body, his nipples, his cock and balls, his stretched butthole. His mind is being pulled through a pinhole, a camera obsura, where on the other side everything is upside-down, backward. Something is emerging through that pinprick in his arm that wasn't him before: a negative, a doppelganger, comes through from the other side. A beast is in the room, getting out of the chair. "Morax,, Zepar, Moloch," he listens to a long recitation of meaningless name. Demons he sees summoned in the shadow fight for the scraps of what's left of his soul; the soul itself is liquified by the drug coursing through his body. It leaches out like an overrun cesspool; lust seeping into every thought. Lust is in the darkness; lust is the smooth, black sheets he rubs his hands across; it’s in his nipples that he pinches wantonly, whore like; is in the priest he is pulling down to the bed on top of him. “Yes, yes, you’re feeling Him take you over, aren’t you child?” whispers the priest in his ear, taking the white cincture, guiding Jesse’s hands through the bed’s iron bars and tying them securely above his head. Father Lucius bends down and licks Jesse’s armpits, sucks on his nipples. ‘”Enjoy the rush, child. Let Him take you where He wants to go." The monks produces more rope and secures each of Jesse's legs to the frame above. "You need to confess your sins, don't you child?" Jesse parrots mindlessly whatever is said. "You have depraved thoughts, don't you child?" "I have depraved thoughts, Father." The monk takes out a knotted rope. "Confess your sins to me. You allow men to abuse you." "I allow men to abuse me, Father." Father Lucius cracks the cord against his legs. Jesse cries out. "Say 'thank you, Father.'" "Thank you, Father." "You let men violate you." "I let men violate me, Father." Another powerful whack impacts Jesse ass. Again he cries, "Thank you, Father." "Push out your ass lips, boy. Show me what sinful men have done to you." Jesse pushes out his asslips, spouting his tiny rosebud. Father Lucius hold the cord perpendicular and whips Jesse between his legs repeatedly. Jesse sobs in pain and the priest bends over him, fat cock erect and peers into Jesse eyes, the priest's pupils so dilated his eyes are pitch black. "Child, child, I can save you." He spreads Jesse checks and rims his burning hole. Jesse moans, allowing his rose to bloom in the priest's mouth. "You tempt me with your ruination. With your damnation.” Jesse moans and the priest spreads open his hole. “Let me enter you. My release will be your salvation." Jesse pushes out his ass as the priest kneels over him, allowing his deformed mass to slowly slither into his rectum and then further crawl deeper into his intestines. Jesse feels the blazing hot metal ring leading the monstrous serpent deep into his body. The monster is fucking him, burrowing into him, seconds that turn to minutes, inch by inch it possesses him, pounding him painfully, mercilessly, minutes that stretch to hours. He wants it to devour him for eternity. Time is warped, has no meaning, is wiped away by lust that derails his mind and body, untethered from this universe. He's on his side, his ear against one outstretch arm, the other arm way up inside a sloppy, wet cunt. A hand is also inside him. He’s sixty-nining on the rubber sheets, fisting the priest just as the priest is fisting him. He has no idea when this happened, but it’s happening now, and the priest is taking full advantage of shoving his fist in and out of Jesse's open gape. Jesse disengages his arm from the depth and responds in kind to punch fisting the priest. He's mindless, desperate to inflict on the priest what the priest is inflicting on him. There's brutal symmetry at play. They're tearing each other apart in the flickering firelight in the presence of witnesses watching from the dark. The savagery inside him is so intense it’s beyond what he can fathom. His mind just doesn’t engage, only his body is responding. The priest increases the pounding until he's ferociously punching Jesse guts, Jesse grunting in wedded agony and pleasure. Jesse can't keep up with the priest’s barbarity, and collapses lying catatonic, overloaded, more stimulus than his body can absorb, and yet it does. His leg is lifted in the air by the frenzied monk, who’s pounding even more violently on his knees at Jesse's side since Jesse collapsed. In the darkness Eros and Tommy emerge naked as two of the witnesses. They watch approvingly, with hideous smiles. But it can’t be them. Eros smiles with perfect teeth; and Tommy’s tattoos are wrong, misplaced, near perfect. They laugh as he’s drowns in a sea of ecstasy, their faces fading into the depths. The blackness is complete. Someone puts a blindfold over his eyes. A ball and gag go in his mouth. Each leg is tied again overhead. He hears voices. He feels a small dick fucking him for a long time, then pull out, a fresh trail of sperm flows over his tailbone. "How many loads is that?" "I've been at him since this afternoon. Yours was his fifth." "Boy, you fuck him while the monk fucks you." There's a howling from others in the room or perhaps the wind. Jesse has lost the thread. He no longer knows what's real. "Get the fuck on top of him, dammit." "I'm not hard," a voice mewls. "Just put your cock against his hole and let the monk fuck you." Jesse feel a soft cock at his hole and, as weight is added on top of him, he feels the soft cock start to stiffen inside him. The longer the grinding continues above, the harder the cock in him becomes. Soon the cock is hard enough and aroused enough to begin fucking him too. "He's not going to remember this?" wheezes the whiny voice above. The priest pants, "Best kind of drug fuck. He remembers nothing." The rhythmic fucking melts into monotony, his mind fades, and the drug and time lose their grip behind his blindfold. A door creaks closed, and Jesse hears the door’s barrel bolt slide shut. His gag and blindfold is removed. He thinks it’s just him and the old monk who hold the last illuminated candle. Shadowy figures move in the murky blackness but he hasn’t trusted reality for a while. He's spread eagle on the cast iron bed, ropes immobilizing him. The monk holds the candle above. He dips it slightly to the side. Hot wax hits one nipple then the other, Jesse crying out. More wax hits his navel and he shakes his head, begging to be let go. He promises not to tell. The monk tilts the candle above his balls, and burning wax scorches them. "You're awake, now, aren't you, Jesse?" "Please, let me go," he begs. "If you're awake, then it must be time for a pick-me-up," says the priest setting the candle on the inlaid table. He brings back the zippered case, then neatly lays out his pliers, weighted alligator clamps, urethral sounds, and the several sizes and shapes of forceps. "No!" Jesse pleads. The priest presses a finger to Jesse's lips. "Best you not remember how this evening ends." He unzips the case, fills the syringe. "Now don’t put up a struggle or it could damage you." He feels the priest’s nail glide down the thick vein of his arm. "I don't want you damaged. I want you perfect." He empties the syringe as Jesse vision disconnects. The last thing he sees is plyers on his nipple. The last thing he feels is its cold teeth clamp down on him sharply, shooting pain that electrifies and short-circuits his brain. The room is barely discernable in the gloom. Through the wall of glass Jesse sees outlines of trees backlit with growing clarity. For minutes—maybe he's mistaken and it's hours—he lies there, not moving, watching the forest mist glow through pine needles and black oak leaves. The first sign of life: chittering wrens bounce with song on colorless branches. Life happens even if he can’t move, or doesn’t wish to move. It's a fine morning to wake into, around five a.m. by the light, he thinks. His nipple really hurt. He feels it and finds a small barbell pierced through it. His butthole stings. He touches it, twitches in pain, and vows to leave it alone. His dick wears the ruby bead P.A. he fuzzily remembers getting. At first the night’s a jumble, but laying there on sweat-covered sheets, the night gradually comes back in sinister flashes. “Fuck,” he says, sliding his legs off the side of the bed. There's loose ropes at the foot of the bed and by the headboard. The more awake he is the more like shit he feels. Still, he can't put pieces of the night together. It might be he doesn't want to. The forest slowly brightens through the wall of glass revealing a foggy summer morning—as foggy as his head, he thinks to himself. He's got an urgent need to pee. He gets up, slides open the door’s barrel lock, and crosses to the guest bathroom, lifts the lid, and releases a flood of piss. It’s dark brown, his piss, and burns like a motherfucker. Done, he shakes his dick. It's sore from the new ruby P.A., which he can't help but being a little impressed by. In a flash he now remembers the events that led to it. He returns to the bedroom to retrieve his underwear and then get the hell out of there. Framed by the wall of glass, bare legs bound with silver duct tape twist round before the early morning forest. He shuts his eyes thinking it's the residue of a dream, or maybe some hallucination still acting on his addled brain. But no, he follows the thin, veiny legs up to the emaciated torso, bony arms duct taped behind the naked figure's back. In the brutality of daylight the black leather harness and chains seems absurdly inappropriate on an old man's torso. Sunbeams hit the body slowly rotating under invisible fingers of an air vent. The heavy antique chair rests on its side. Jesse's eyes trace the rope looped several times over an exposed beam watching Father Lucius' lifeless body hang from his braided cincture expertly tied into a long, white noose. A gathering of black caped chickadees erupt in a chorus of song welcoming the light of another spectacular day.

Gosh my last time was end of 2019. Need to work on that. It was a fisting night at a club. Great fun. I loved feeling a breeze going past my hole (with a mini rosebud thing going on) and having random guys come up to me and fuck me. Like I really didn't care who they were, I was already in the sling with a nicely prepped hole, anyone was welcome to stick their dick and/or fist in and enjoy. I'd just be there chatting to my mates and getting fucked and fisted at the same time

Part 4 The next day our group headed out to the beach again. We decided to go early so we could be back in time for Tea Dance, then do dinner and the bars. James had been on his phone texting since he got up, and said he was going to go for a bike ride and would find us on the beach later. We saw him mid afternoon as he strolled down the beach in just his black speedo. He was with Martin and a few others. He and Martin had gone bike riding earlier, and they’d ridden out to the beach with some others. Martin’s husband, Liam, had arrived yesterday. He was tall and lean, with a shock of blonde hair. He was outgoing and had a French-Canadian accent, having grown up in Montreal and keeping a home there part-time. He was a professional fashion photographer and spent a fair amount of his time on the road. Or staying at one of their homes in Montreal, LA or NY. After chatting a few minutes, they continued up the beach. James sat with us for about half an hour before following the others. We saw him a. few times that afternoon, either at the celebrities’ blankets (as one of our friends nicknamed it) or he’d appear at ours briefly to check—in. We were preparing to head back to shower and go to Tea. He decided to stay on the beach and enjoy the sun. I was curious and, honestly, my voyeuristic side was slapping me and telling me to stay. Martin and his husband were sitting on a blanket. They were watching James as he took a run along the water’s edge. He was a runner by nature, and his long legs carried him gracefully, his athleticism obvious. “He’s a hot one,” Liam said. “MMmmm hmmmmm,” was Martin’s response. He was enjoying the show James was putting on for him. “How many times have you done him?” “Just twice.” “Bottom?” Martin nodded. “A very hot one.” He was keeping his voice lowered. There were 3 others with them, and he wasn’t necessarily fond of any of them. Liam had brought several friends down from Montreal for the long weekend. Roger and Kenneth, an on-again-off-again couple who spent most of their time together arguing; and Marcus, who said he was 21 but probably wasn’t. He was a student and stripper, the latter being how Liam had probably met him. “Any luck with Marcus?” “Some. He says my dick is too big. But we’ll see how he does this weekend.” James was now walking back toward their towels, panting from the exertion. He semi-collapsed on his towel beside Martin. Martin couldn’t help but admire James physique. His dick tingled and moved involuntarily as James stretched out. He tried to goad James into running naked, but he wasn’t having it. In truth, it probably would have been uncomfortable to run like that with his cock and balls bouncing. But it would have looked really hot to watch! They’d had a lot of fun biking earlier, and Martin was as impressed with the young man’s intellect as he was with his body. He’d been horny all day because of James. And some old fantasies were creeping back into his head. He patted James’ upturned ass. “Be careful showing off like that. Some bears will drag you into the dunes and work you over.” James laughed. “I hope they bring lube.” Martin smiled to himself, and his cock twitched again. “Oh? Have you been a dune bottom before?” “No. Never. I wouldn’t want to get picked off by the rangers. They were out here a lot a few years ago. Ticketed people for being naked on the beach.” “The rangers have been defunded. They don’t have gas money for their four wheelers, and they aren’t going to walk out this far.” He reached down and waggled his dick. “Besides, they love French-Canadian cock.” “Doesn’t everybody?” James said cheerfully. He was trying not to stare at Liam’s cock, but he had waggled it after all. It was easily eight inches long, a straight shaft to a mushroom head, like a pipe with a blunt. End. Liam had a nice body, lean, not as muscular as Martin. He was fairly gregarious, dominating most conversations that day. James wasn’t sure what to make of the relationship between these two. There wasn’t a lot of affection displayed between them, and Liam was certainly extensive to the twink he’d brought, Marcus. Martin didn’t seem to mind, as he was rubbing James back in front of his husband. There didn’t seem to be any jealousy between the two. The afternoon was starting to wane. Liam, Marcus and the other couple had disappeared over the dune about a half hour ago. Martin had used that time to swim with James, and make out in the water. He’d finally coaxed James out of his swimsuit, and they stood together in the water, discreetly jerking one another under the surface. “Where’d the others go?” James asked. He suspected he knew, and was intrigued by the prospect. “The grasses to play, I suppose,” Martin answered. “They’ve been gone that long.” He looked at James more intently. ”You haven’t been back there?” “Like I said, never.” He’d always been too nervous to do anything out in the open, but here he was with a hardon in the water jerking with Martin. “We can go back. And see what they’re up to. It’s always a good idea to keep an eye on Liam.” They slipped on their swimsuits and walked over the dunes. Into the salt marsh. The green grasses were tall and lush this time of year. The water was nearly up to Martin’s knees, slightly less so on James. Martin lead him into the grasses, following a natural, narrow inlet. They passed a few guys coming out, each one flying solo. “It’s pretty discreet back here, except for the onlookers. “ James heart was pounding and he felt very aroused. They were walking through the slight breach in the grasses, the water sloshing all around them. It narrowed and zig-zagged then it opened into a small beachfront. Liam was there, his hands on Marcus’ shoulders, his cock rubbing up and down the crack of the twink’s ass. Kenneth was trying to get his cock into Marcus’ mouth, but Marcus was distracted by the big cock trying to penetrate him. Roger was playing with a different guy in the water, ignoring the other three. “ Just as I suspected.” Martin looked at James, who was captivated by the sight of men having sex out here. There was some internal conflict on his face. Martin reached over and ran his hand up and down James’s smooth back, feeling the heat of his skin in the sun, and let his hand slide down and grasp his tight ass. James responded by reaching over and running his left hand up and down Martin’s chest and abs, his eyes still on Liam and Marcus starting to fuck. “How are they doing it without lube?” “Liam always has lube in his pouch. Lube and poppers. He never leaves home without them.” James was mesmerized, and Martin could see the bulge in his black speedo stretching. The Brit looked the young man up and down. “You are so bloody hot,” he said. Martin reached beneath the back of the speedo and began to massage James’ ass. James let out a soft sigh, then a whimper as Martin touched his hole lightly. The Brit felt his own cock thickening, relishing the look of the athletic young man standing there in the water. His exposed body was nicely tanned, the quarter sized nipples standing out against the bronze skin. Martin had wanted him the minute he saw him earlier in the week, which was why he laid down his towel close to the group of friends. James had proven to be an amazing lover their first night together. But Martin was feeling more primal out here in the grasses. He wanted nothing more than to pound the hell oughta the young American and seed him for everyone watching to see. “Shall we join them?” James gave a slight, salient nod. Martin lead him forward. Liam smiled at the two. “About time.” He was applying lube to his pipe to enter Marcus. James knelt down in the water and began blowing Martin. Martin watched as his cock disappeared inside James’ hungry mouth. “That’s it. Take it. Get my cock nice and slick.” He looked around; a group of six or seven men were lingering about, watching the action that was starting to unfold. The Brit raised one arm behind his head, showing off his own lean torso as he fed James his cock. It wasn’t long before Kenneth appeared and tried forcing his cock into James’ face. James began working both dicks in front of him, a malicious smile on his handsome face as he considered each dick. He would suck one, then transition to the other, feeling each man push himself deep into James’ eager throat. Martin was firm and steady, using his tool with expertise. Kenneth was more undisciplined, forcing James to gag over and over, and seeming to take some pleasure from it. James was trying to keep his connection with Martin, but the forceful face fucking was starting to break the mood. James tried to look sideways and see what was happening around him. Liam seemed to be trying to enter Marcus, but Marcus kept pulling away. In another direction, Roger was still fucking, and now James fully saw the good looking, dark haired young guy who had given up his ass to the French Canadian. James admired Roger’s body, having found the blonde attractive on the beach, he was captivated now seeing him in action. The compact body was tanned and nicely toned, his leg muscles standing out as he pummeled the handsome boy’s ass. The two were clearly immersed in their pleasure, and James wanted to see the young man get bred by Roger. Martin noticed where James’ attention was lingering. “You want to get fucked like that, don’t you?” He knew the answer even before James answered yes. James went back to attending to the two cocks in front of him. He was spending more time on Martin’s beautiful dick, and trying to resist Kenneth’s more aggressive efforts. He deep throated the Brit’s cock again, relishing the feeling deep into his throat. Someone started to roughly finger his hole, and James could feel the smooth, cool feeling of lube being administered. “Take a hit of poppers,” he was ordered, and the bottle thrust into one nostril. Sparks flew through his body as the rush took him, and the fingers returned to his hole, probing roughly. “Why don’t you show me that ass?” James stood up, ready to take Martin inside him again, desperately needing to feel that beautiful cock inside him. He immediately fell into a deep kiss with Martin, ready to turn around and offer himself to the more mature man. He’d hoped it was Martin preparing him to get fucked, but immediately he felt Kenneth trying to cram his cock into his hole. Kenneth’s aggressiveness was turning James off, and he finally stepped away to break the contact. At the same moment Marcus had also totally stepped away from Liam saying, “It’s just too big for me.” Kenneth also got frustrated. Then he turned and saw Roger pounding away on the stranger’s ass, and lost it. “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you barebacking some slut? Don’t think you’re gonna be putting your dick in me ever again!” He walked over and kept yelling at Roger, who had lost his rhythm. “Let’s move on. The moment is broken,” Martin said with annoyance, shooting a cold glare at the oblivious fighting couple. He led James out of the tall grasses, Liam close behind. Marcus had lingered behind, uncertain what to do, but seemed to be interested in a couple of the onlookers who moved in when Liam stepped away. They sloshed their way through the marsh, and started up. The tall dune heading back to the ocean shore. “Let’s head over this way first,” Liam suggested, leading them on a narrow trail through the vegetation midway up the dune. He found a sandy spot just below the top of the dune, somewhat secluded because of the brush around it. “This will do. You two wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.” It was still a couple hours before the sun set, but the sky was getting slightly hazy. There was a breeze coming off the water, refreshing in the summer heat, even here on the Cape. Martin moved in closer, sliding his hands around James’ waist and kissed him. It became a long, impassioned kiss. The two let their hands explore one another’s body, reigniting the sexual chemistry they shared. Both wanted the other badly. Martin became more assertive, sliding the young athlete’s speedo of with a teasing jab, “Looks like someone is naked on the beach.” His face was only an inch from James’ own, and he reached down to stroke James thick rod. James gasped at the erotic touch. “I guess there’s a first for everything.” “I think there are a few more coming,” Martin leaned into another long kiss. He felt James melting, just as he had the other night. He grabbed one of James’ wrists and pulled his arm up and over his head, then buried his face in James’ exposed armpit. James groaned with pleasure. He instinctively tried to free his arm and end the pleasure-torture of Martin licking his armpit, but Martin’s grip was unrelenting. With his other hand, Martin began massaging James’ ass. James responded with long, deep sighs, “Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh! AhhhhhHHHH!” Standing there naked in the dunes James was again falling into a sexual trance manipulated by Martin, and Martin was turned on by it. He had already decided that James was going to experience something new today, and James was falling right into his eager hands. Martin whispered in James’ ear. “Shouldn’t your mouth be wrapped around my cock right now?” James dropped to his knees in the sand and almost instantly had Martin’s swelling dick in his mouth. “Mmmmmm. Yeah, your mouth feels amazing.” James’ mouth felt especially warm and wet against the gentle breeze blowing across his naked body. He adjusted his stance in the sand and began pumping his dick into the younger man’s hungry mouth. “Get that dick nice and hard, James.” Liam had returned with their beach blanket and was spreading it over the sand. He and Martin exchanged hungry looks, and Martin motioned for the small bag Liam was carrying. He pulled out two of the items inside, and held the bottle of poppers beneath James’ nose. “Take a good hit of these,” he instructed, taking some delight in watching the sexy 20-something hitting poppers. “That’s it. Now the other nostril. Atta boy. Now get back to work.” James was more voracious about sucking Martin’s dick, placing both hands on Martin’s thighs and fucking his own face on the mature cock. James was on fire, his body aching for Martin, his hole feeling the gentle breeze blowing across it. He couldn’t get enough of Martin’s beautiful cock inside him. Doing this out in the open was risky, and that was giving him a thrill. He ran his tongue along the length of Martin’s dick, than slide beneath it and gently massaged each of his balls with his lips. He’d been fucked by this dick twice – the other night and the morning after. Knowing he was servicing it again was turning him on even more. “Stand up.” James stood totally naked and erect in the open air as Martin crouched down and began stroking his cock with his own mouth. The younger man moaned, closing is eyes to focus on the intense feeling of being blown. When he reopened his eyes, they met with Liam’s. The handsome blonde was kneeling on the blanket, slowly jerking off, letting James see its impressive length. James vaguely noticed some onlookers had gathered around the edges of their spot, keeping their distance but jockeying for a good vantage point. Standing up he could hear the waves on the other side of the dune, but couldn’t see the water. He was feeling oddly turned on being watched by the small crowd, something he’d never really experienced before. He felt Martin’s slippery finger slide up into his hole. Then a second. James groaned with pleasure, nearly losing his footing as the intense pleasure crashed over him. He began moving his hips to encourage the older Brit’s fingers, giving himself over to the growing hunger he was feeling. His mind had shut off all rational thinking and was strictly responding to the sexual stimuli. He felt sexy being admired by these two men, and the growing anonymous crowd around them. He’d never done something like this before, and it felt incredible to do so. Martin stood up and kissed him again, a long, deep kiss while both men fondled one another’s generous dicks. James felt Martin’s hand behind his head, keeping him locked in the kiss. Then he took a handful of hair and bent James head so it was looking down at the hardons, his ear pressed against Martin’s mouth. “Listen carefully and do what I say. I want you on all fours on the blanket. I want you to popper up again. You can suck Liam’s dick while you’re down there. The rest of you is mine. Understand?” James nodded, his heart racing. James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position and hit the poppers again, Liam helping to coax him. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole.

I travel a great deal for my job. About 5 years ago, I was spending a lot of time in Honolulu. My company put me up in a hotel in the center of Waikiki. There are quite a number of gay bars near my hotel. But, I'm not much of a bar patron. I prefer the quick, seedy, anonymous encounters of ABS booth and glory hole sex. Right in Waikiki are 2 ABS. Just a few blocks from each other. One is quite large, with about 12 booths. 4 or 5 glory holes. I enjoy that place and there's normally quite a lot of action going on. But it doesn't open till noon each day. My afternoons are normally pretty busy. So, for a quick morning encounter, I've been trying a very small ABS that's just a few blocks away. This small place opened at 10am. Like most ABS's, it could be hit or miss. Typically, this place was a miss. The only time it seemed to be busy was around 2am, when all the gay and str8 bars around it closed for the night. But, in the dozens of times I'd been there in the mornings, I'd had enough fun encounters there, that I kept coming back. Let me describe the layout of the video arcade. You enter the bookstore and head straight to the back of the store. There's a swinging saloon style door that leads into the arcade. There's a wall directly in front of you as you enter the arcade, displaying the movies available on the machines. To the left are 2 large booths that don't have a glory hole. You then have to turn right and walk down a short hall that has a locked storage room. The clerks are often coming back there to get merchandise and supplies. Then turning left again, are 3 smaller booths on the right side of the hall. Those 3 booths share 2 glory holes between them. I like to sit in the center booth, so that I have the opportunity for 2 cocks to play with if I'm that lucky to be there when it's busy. One weekday morning, I arrived at the store just as the good looking, older black guy that worked there was unlocking the door for business. He held the door open for me as I walked inside the shop. We'd chatted briefly before. He was always pleasant. But, I couldn't get a reading on him as to whether he was gay or straight? We exchanged some quick pleasantries and I headed directly to the back of the store to the booths. I went into the center booth with the 2 glory holes and put $5 into the machine. I knew it was going to take some time before anyone would show up. If anyone did show up. The movie was hot and I was definitely turned on. I had been watching for about 5 minutes, when I heard some noise coming from the storage closet area. I peeked through the glory hole on my right. Looking out through the doorway of that booth, I had a direct view into the hallway that contained the storage room. The storage door was open and I could see the clerk inside it placing a box up on the top of a shelf. The then came out of the closet, shut and locked the door, then turned and leaned back against the door. I could see him rubbing his crotch as he leaned back against the door. He could see into the booth on my right and see me peeking through the glory hole. Then he unzipped his fly and pulled out a beautiful, semi hard, 8" cut big black cock, with a huge mushroom head. I put my hand through the glory hole and motioned for him to come into the vacant booth. But he motioned with his hand for me to come out into the hallway. With my hard cock sticking out my fly, I unlocked my booth door and stepped out into the hallway and walked toward him. His cock was fully hard now. Definitely at least 8"s and thick. I quickly dropped to my knees and took his mushroom cockhead into my mouth. He whispered, "Wait!". And pulled his cock from my mouth, putting it back into his pants and zipped up. DAMN! I thought I was going to be able to get some black dick. "Stay here. I'll lock the store". And he stepped back into the store area. I could hear him locking the front door and rummaging through a drawer at the front counter. Finally he came back into the arcade area. Stepped up to me and unbuckled his pants. Unzipping his fly, he again pulled out his bbc. It was flaccid, but I again dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth. It didn't take long for him to be back at full hardness. This hot black guy looked like he was in his early 50's. 6" tall, thin but muscular. His short hair was salt and pepper. And he looked like he hadn't shaved this morning. He had stubble all over his face. He was very handsome. I have a real weakness for black men. I sucked him for several minutes, then he reached under my arms and pulled me up to him. "Nice cocksucking. You like black dick?" "Fuck yeah", I said. Then he put his lips to mine and kissed me. His tongue going deep into my mouth. While we kissed, he reached behind me and started to feel my ass. I moaned, letting him know I was interested in being fucked. He slid his hand down the back of my pants, into my briefs and found my asshole. He rubbed it as we continued to kiss. No doubt about it. He wanted to fuck me. Thankfully, I had douched that morning. I always try to be prepared, in case the opportunity to get fucked presents itself. "Fuck, yeah! Fuck me", I said. I pulled my bottle of poppers from my pants. I began to undo my belt, unzip my fly and pulled my pants and briefs down. Dropping them to the floor. Then I turned around and bent over. He pulled a chair from one of the booths. And placed it in front of me. Giving me something to hold onto and maintain my bent over position. He took a small bottle of lube from his pocket and began to lubricate my asshole. I took some deep sniffs of poppers to prepare me for his bbc and large mushroom cockhead. Once he had sufficiently lubed both my hole and his cock, he moved behind me and rubbed his cock on my hole. Damn, I wanted him inside me, so badly. I continued to sniff the poppers as he pushed up inside me. DAMN! It hurt. But I was determined to take his dick deep inside me. He was slow and gentle as he continued to push up into me. He obviously knew it took a little time for guys to get adjusted and relaxed enough to take his dick. Finally, when he was balls deep in me, he held it there and allowed me to get used to the size of his cock. I took a few more hits of poppers. Then he reached for my bottle and took a couple of hits, himself. Then he began to fuck me. He started slow. I was groaning with pleasure. He quickened his pace. Slamming deeper and harder into me. "You like my black dick?" "Oh, God, YEAH..!!!" I groaned. "Good. I love your white pussy". And he slammed into me. His body making a loud slapping sound as he repeatedly slammed his dick into me. His balls slapping against mine. He continued to talk dirty as he was fucking me. He spoke in a whisper. Kept calling me his "white whore. White pussy. And slutty cocksucker". It didn't take long before he slammed deep into me. And unloaded the content of his balls, deep in my gut. He groaned softly as he filled me. I could tell he was trying to keep the noise level down. He came, then quickly pulled out of me. He pulled a couple of packages of Wet Wipes from his pants pockets and handed me one, as he opened the other. This guy was prepared. He'd obviously had these quick arcade fucks often and came prepared. He wiped off his cock as I wiped my ass. My ass was slick from both the lube and his cum that was now dripping from my hole. He pulled up his pants and said. "Stay here. I'm going to unlock the door. Go back into your booth. By the way, I work Mondays through Thursdays from 10am till 3pm. Come back and I'll fuck you again". Then he exited the arcade to again unlock the store for business. I pulled myself together. Went back into the center booth and inserted a dollar. I needed a few minutes to catch my breath and come down from the popper rush. Then I exited the arcade to find him talking with a customer about some of the sex toys. I smiled as I passed him and said, "Thanks". "See you again", he said as I left the store. I went back to that bookstore many more times for about a year and a half. I'd always arrive just as he was opening up at 10am. He'd usually lock the door and follow me back to the arcade. Sometimes he didn't have much time and just wanted me to quickly suck him off. Filling my mouth with his sweet load. But, most of the time we'd have a repeat of him fucking me bareback. We never did discuss our status. Sadly, the store was sold. The new owners closed the arcade. When I did visit the store after the store reopened, I asked the clerk if the black gentleman was still working there? She said, "No. None of the previous employees were working there now". I was crushed that I wasn't going to be able to get his bbc inside me anymore. Our paths did cross recently. I saw him at the small grocery store in the center of Waikiki. He was shopping with a beautiful white woman, who was in her 40's. I'm assuming it was his wife. We just discretely smiled at each other as we passed in the grocery isle. She's one lucky bitch to have his black dick in her whenever she wants it. I sure miss our frequent quickies in the arcade.