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------- Chapter 3.4 - The Infection Spreads ------- "That was fuckin strange" came the text from Taylor Tuesday afternoon. It came during class and Ric snuck a peek to see what he said, but didn't reply until later. "What?" Ric asked once he got back to his dorm room. "Followup @ clinic. it started out like I expected but when I said u told me to change my appt to today everything changed. every1 got v friendly no more talk of meds" Taylor replied. "Up to u if u stay viral or get undetectable" Ric sent back. "I know. staying toxic a while. bath last time changed my outlook thx to u" Taylor sent. "I'm a bad influence. How did Peter's appt go on monday + or -?" Ric asked "He went on tues w/me. confirmed poz. they told him abt the options. hes not sure what to do. at least hes not pissed at me anymore" Taylor texted back. "Surprised he didnt go on meds right away. Maybe take him to baths like I took u. Have u talked to others u bred since last spring?" Ric asked. "U really think u pozzed me last spring?" Taylor asked. Ric replied "yep. may have been someone after, but I doubt it. u said u only played raw with buddies. were any poz?" "Dont think so" was Taylor's reply. Ric grinned and then asked "how many did u breed since then?" "Dont keep track. not many. maybe 5 or 6. vers or top with buddies. hookups I bottom but safe" Taylor responded. "Except me 😉 should tell ones u know. reaction prob no worse than peter. I have a few test kits from the clinic if u need em" Ric said. Changing the subject, Ric asked "Did they give you a card for the bath house?" "Yeah I got 1. Peter didnt" Taylor replied. "Cool. gotta shower n meet someone. ttyl" Ric sent back. A smile was on his face, knowing Taylor may have some more guys that he had passed his bug to. The client meeting that evening went well, mostly due to his upbeat attitude. Two hours of nailing a mid-thirties married businessman left his balls empty and his body a little tired. A day later he got a message from Joe "thx 4 remindr abt clinic. Just like 1 back home. U nail hottie? Love to poz him." Ric laughed, wondering which one but expecting he was talking about Hector. He replied "Lab tech? he's + & top I think. tapped asian nurse a few times. he begged 4 it. now +." "Cool luv takin new strains. hope he likes 2 play" Joe replied a few minutes later. -- It had been over a week since he last talked to Taylor when he got the message. "need test kits. u got 3?" Taylor asked. Ric was in the middle of a boring lecture and quietly tapped a reply "Got 4. Drop off @ ur apt tonight?" "sounds good 8pm?" Taylor replied. "K" Ric replied and caught the last ten minutes of the lecture. He figured he could go over and deliver the tests and be back in his dorm room in less than an hour. The weather was a little cool, so Ric had a pair of sweats and a long tee when he knocked on Taylor's door. Peter opened the door and said "Oh look, it's the virus delivery guy!" Ric looked shocked and wondered if this was like the verbal abuse that Taylor had gotten from Peter. He quickly decided he would drop off the kits and go home as fast as possible. He replied somberly "Uh, hi" and walked into the apartment. Peter came up behind him and whispered "Just kidding, but it seems there's more fallout from your meet with Tay several months ago." Three guys were sitting on the couch as Taylor came out of the kitchen with a six pack of beer. All three looked nervous, but he also could see them checking him out. The last thing Ric expected was to have Taylor's victims waiting to lynch him. He wasn't sure that Peter was kidding either, but at least Taylor was in a good mood. "Guys, this is Ric. Like I told you, he brought a stash of tests for you. I prefer to have a stash of something more fun, but hey. Ric, Philip is on your left, Darius is in the middle and Lewis on the right. I think Ric has more experience at this than we do, so I'll let him walk you through it" Taylor said. Ric wasn't happy to be put on the spot and his plan of just dropping off the test kits was out the window. He read off the instructions and handed the first kit to Philip. Philip was a tall, thin guy with short, cropped dark brown hair. He had a hard time picturing Philip getting fucked by Taylor until the thin, femme voice thanked him. Darius was several inches shorter than Philip, with a milk chocolate complexion and a nervous smile. His body had some muscle on it, but not enough to make him look like a gym rat. His size made him seem like the kind of guy he could really toss around during sex. Last, he handed a kit to Lewis who was definitely the different one. He had a bushy beard, curly dark hair and a sizable gut on his lanky frame. He was a little shorter than Philip, but looked almost twice his size. "I have other stashes, I just happened to have been given a few of these when Taylor and Peter took theirs. You could say they will indicate how much fun you had, one line for 'fun' and two for 'lots of fun'" Ric joked. None of the guys laughed and even Darius' smile disappeared. "Uh, swab first, then you get to drink while we wait" Ric said. Taylor walked up to Ric after everyone finished swabbing and Ric had started the timer on his phone. "Uh, two others already know and the other two aren't around here anymore. Ben is in Boston, and Lenny is in Seattle. They're going to get tested on their own" Taylor said quietly. "The two that know... are they poz?" Ric asked back, quietly. "Yeah. They blamed each other, but I bred both of them a few times after the three way with you and your dad. They both got the flu and found out at the end of Spring semester. They said that's why they stopped fucking with me... so they wouldn't infect me" Taylor explained with a chuckle. Ric grinned slightly and asked "Did they go on meds?" "No, they said they have been fucking around a lot and have pozzed some guys since then. One's a cheerleader, so he travels to a lot of games. He says he's tagged a few of the other team's players" Taylor added, chuckling again. Taylor and Ric turned back to the group and tried to get a conversation going but the three guys just stared at them, slowly drinking. Ric whispered in Taylor's ear "Should I tell them their results privately?" and Taylor whispered back "No, they wanted to do it together." "Uh... it's a weird group. How do you know them?" Ric asked. "All are part of the student orientation group. We do the tours like you took last Spring and other stuff to get Freshman acclimated" Taylor explained. Ric laughed and told Taylor "Maybe I should join the group. I'm not sure the University would approve of some of my Freshman activity ideas, though." When the alarm on his phone went off, Ric looked at the three tests lined up on the table and then looked back at Taylor. "Uh... Philip, your test is negative" Ric said, watching him sigh with relief. Ric swallowed hard before he said "Darius and Lewis, you're both positive." Ric looked around and Philip had his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Darius seemed shocked and had a blank look on his face. Lewis pumped his fist and yelled out "Fuck YEAH!" "Don't take these tests as gospel, they can be wrong. You should get a test over at the clinic to confirm what they said. Like Taylor did, you should let anyone you fucked bare know, too" Ric said. Philip and Darius nodded and Lewis grinned back at him. Philip stood up and said "I need to be going. Can I ask you a couple questions?" looking at Ric. Ric nodded and they walked over to the door. In a hushed tone, Philip asked nervously "Can you text me the clinic's address?" Ric could tell that wasn't the only thing he wanted to ask, but let him add his contact info to Ric's phone. A few seconds later, Ric sent the address and when he looked up, Philip asked quietly "How long have you been infected?" "About a year" Ric whispered back. "And you're ok? You're not about to die?" Philip asked, just as quietly but with less hesitation in his voice. "Yeah, I'm fine. The clinic watches my health and if it starts to drop, I'll start taking drugs and get the virus in check" Ric replied, watching Philip reach for the door. "Take care" Ric said moving back to the middle of the room. When the door clicked shut, Peter told the group "I heard that Ric thinks I need some poz dick in my ass. Who wants to show me what its like to KNOW I'm taking a poz load... or four?" Seconds later Peter's tee was on the floor, followed by his shorts. He looked around, seeing four surprised guys looking back at him. Lewis moved first, shedding his clothes before he walked over to Peter. "I don't top much but I'll try" Lewis said, his cock already stiff. Taylor was next, taking his clothes off after asking "Are you sure, Peter?" "Yeah. Even the doc told me its ok to fuck with other poz guys. Besides, I don't think I could take Ric's cock before something smaller opens me up" Peter said, winking at Ric. Ric looked over and Darius was sitting on the couch glancing around at everyone. He took a few steps closer and crouched down in front of Darius asking "Want some dick before you breed Peter?" Darius' face told Ric how scared he was and that his brain was still processing that he was poz. "Hey, I know you might be shocked by the news, but if this test caught it you've been poz for a few months and probably longer. You've been fine so far, right?" Ric asked. Darius nodded before Ric continued. "Nothing you can do will change it, so embrace it. Take any dick without fear. Fuck with as many poz or prep guys as you can and if ya want, breed some neg guys too" Ric said softly while hearing Peter start to suck on the other two guy's cocks. Darius nodded again as Ric talked, the fear slowly draining from his face. A smile started to form when Ric next said "Now drop those jeans and show me that ass. I want to be the first to welcome you to the club." Darius pulled his jeans off, followed by his boxers and revealed his a nice half hard cock. Ric wondered how much bigger it would get than the current six thick inches. Darius rolled on to his knees on the couch, presenting his ass that was now hanging over the front. Ric had pulled his shirt off and was pushing off his sweats as he watched Darius roll over. He was naked and on his knees behind Darius, admiring the firm butt and a few moments later his tongue was roaming over the smooth skin and hole. He spent almost ten minutes rimming Darius' ass, feeling him get more relaxed with every passing minute. Out of the side of his eye, he saw Peter kneel on the other end of the couch and realized he needed to get his dick inside Darius soon. He leaned back and stood up, dragging his hard shaft along the crack and up to the slick entrance. He looked to his right and Lewis was nervously trying to get his cock into Peter's spread ass. "Relax, Lewis. You can do it" Ric said calmly, pressing his own cock to Darius' ring. A few seconds of pressure and he was inside his hole and heard a long moan come from his mouth. A moment later, he heard a pair of moans from his right and smiled. Ric slowly plowed his way deeper and moans kept coming from Darius. He got into a good motion with long, firm strokes. He quickly found that Darius was a really good bottom, taking Ric's cock without complaint and using his ass muscles to make it better for himself and Ric. Ric wrapped one arm around Darius' body as he leaned against his back. "Taylor fuck you a lot?" Ric asked quietly in his ear. "Mmhm. Twenty or thirty times, at least. A lot last summer" Darius replied. "You ever fuck him?" Ric asked as he started to fuck harder. "Yeah... not as much though. I usually bottom" Darius said while he started gripping Ric's cock tighter with each thrust. Ric started to grunt when he heard Lewis cry out when he dumped his load into Peter's cunt. His strokes got slow and hard while his balls throbbed until he shoved in and felt the spurts of cum flood Darius' poz ass. "Breed my pussy!" Darius yelled out after he felt the first shot pump into him. When the last few shots emptied into Darius' guts, Ric looked over and saw Taylor sliding into Peter. Slowly he pulled out, feeling Darius clamp down on his dick to try and keep all the cum inside him. Ric stood up and helped Darius to his feet before walking over behind Lewis. They all watched Taylor and realized that he didn't mind having an audience. Ric moved over behind Lewis and leaned in whispering "Were you chasing?" He shook his head "no" before turning slightly and whispering "I tried to be careful... I wanted to keep it a fantasy... just somethin' to jerk off to." Ric grinned. "He didn't know. I hope you're not pissed at him" Ric said. Lewis chuckled. "Only because now I need a new fantasy to jack off to" he replied, grinning. Ric laughed quietly and suggested "How about one where you're the one breeding neg guys?" Taylor began to thrust harder and harder until he growled out, pumping another poz load into his roommate. Ric looked over and Darius was stroking his rigid shaft with an anxious look on his face. His cock had grown another inch or so and was even thicker than before. With Taylor out of the way, Darius drove his cock into Peter's gaping hole, making both of them groan. He didn't last long, plowing into the cummy hole at a quick pace until he gave a final shove and unloaded his seed to mix with what was already inside Peter's gut. Ric gave a few last strokes to his cock as he approached. He spread both butt cheeks apart and pressed his cock just below Peter's hole before pulling the foreskin the rest of the way back. "Push some out" he said softly. Peter moaned and a small amount of cum dribbled out of the hole, covering the end of his dick. Ric knew that Peter had done that a few times before, since most inexperienced guys pushed too hard and a large glob of cum would come out. He pushed his cock a little, letting the head rest in the pucker and then asked "Did someone ask for a virus delivery?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushed inside. He heard Taylor snicker and Peter groan as his hole got stretched open again. Ric knew that Darius was close to his thickness, so he expected Peter's hole to be ready for his cock, but there was still a firm grip on his shaft as he slid in. It didn't take long before Ric was able to work up to an steady pace, churning up the loads inside Peter's cunt. The three other guys were staring at them watching him fuck Peter. A few minutes later, Peter started to get verbal, egging Ric on. "Fuck that hole... oh god that feels good... ugh... harder... fuck me harder..." he moaned out. Ric obliged and began to drill him harder. Peter started to work his hole around Ric's cock and that made Ric's balls tighten up. "Want me to pull out?" Ric asked breathlessly, while still fucking. Ric looked around and saw the confused look Taylor was giving him. "Oh god no! Breed me!" Peter begged. "I'm poz" Ric replied. "I know! Me too! Please breed me!" Peter cried out. "You gonna be a good poz cumdump?" Ric asked as he thrust his hips a few more times. "I'll take any load now!" Peter cried out before Ric unleashed several spurts of viral cum. His chest heaved and he heard a long guttural moan from Peter. Ric stayed planted inside Peter's ass for several seconds, letting them both calm down. With his breathing back to normal he stood up and pulled his softened cock from Peter's sore, puffy hole. Taylor walked back into the living room with a set of damp towels and passed them around. With everyone mopped clean, some beers were passed around. Ric walked up to Peter as they opened another round of beers and said "Thanks, that was fun. I hope you realize that you're going to be ok, just like these other guys." Peter grinned and replied "I know that now. Sorry I was a royal bitch with you before." Lewis was the first to leave with Darius and Ric close behind. Ric walked back toward his room and was almost to his dorm building when his phone buzzed. "Hi this is Philip. We met earlier tonite. I'd like to hookup some time if you're interested" Philip message said. Ric chuckled and typed out "Sure. I don't pull out." "I hope not. Tell me when" Philip replied. (( End of Chapter 3 ))

------- Chapter 3.3 - Get Used To It ------- A few days later Ric sent a message to Taylor. "How's things? Haven't heard from u & hope ur ok. Did u get the lab results?" A few minutes later he got a reply. "OK I guess results on monday goin 2b crappy wkend." Ric replied "Why? Ur no diff than last weekend. Want to go back to baths?" "WTF? U nuts?" Taylor sent back seconds later. "U were poz last weekend and u still r. Have some fun and get ur mind off it. play safe if u want. take a few anon loads since it wont matter if they r poz or neg" Ric responded. "Maybe one of those dicks in your ass will be mine" Ric thought. He opened his phone up to a bareback site and checked out the guys that were looking to hookup. He found a bunch and some were ok with poz guys. He figured if he could get Taylor there, he could setup a few hookups for both of them. Twenty minutes later Taylor replied "U sure its ok?" "Of course. do anything u want. There's always guys begging for loads there so you can get used to giving it. What time do you want to meet there? Afternoon or night?" Ric replied, not sure if he would actually show or not. "Maybe afternoon. 3?" Taylor texted a minute later. Ric was surprised when Taylor was waiting for him at the same corner they'd met at on Wednesday. Taylor wore a pair of sweatpants and a baggy tee, not looking anywhere near as sexy as he had the other times they'd met. Even Wednesday evening he looked hotter for the test. "Mmmm, nice. Good to see you back so soon. How's your buddy doing?" the attendant asked. "Still pretty shocked. Hopefully he'll share his special seed" Ric said quietly with a smile. He slid both IDs in as well as his free entry card. The guy tapped away and pushed them back. "Congrats. No charge for you guys. Look for a chubby black guy. He wanted something toxic" the attendant said, pointing around the corner for the towels. As they undressed in the locker room Taylor asked "What did the guy say?" "There's someone looking for some poz loads. A chubby black guy. Might be good for you to fuck him, but he's mine first... Uh, here. Put these on your wrists, one each side" Ric said as he passed Taylor a pair of green silicone wristbands. "What are these for?" Taylor asked. Ric grinned. "I told a few people to look for a newly poz guy with green wristbands this afternoon. Sorry, those were the only color I could find" he said as he closed the lock on their locker. Ric tossed his towel over his shoulder and walked into the open area with Taylor close behind. "You serious? You set me up?" Taylor asked. Ric stopped and turned to Taylor, staring at him. "You need to get used to being poz. It's not going to change. There's plenty of guys that want those loads, Taylor. Be a generous guy and share" Ric said as he turned and went in search of a black guy with several extra pounds. Taylor kept following Ric until some guy came up to him and said "Hey dude. Just got the news? You gonna be popular around here." The stranger put an arm around Taylor's shoulder and guided him into a private room. Ric chuckled and kept walking. "Less than thirty seconds, better than I hoped!" he said to himself. He found his prey at the glory holes and took his place on the upper level after stroking his cock to get it partially hard. The guy turned and walked over, looking up at Ric's cock and then his face. "Oh fuck. I don't know if I can take that" he said, wrapping his hand around the root of Ric's cock. The guy lapped over the shaft before pulling back the foreskin and wrapping his lips over the head. Slowly he worked his way down and had Ric moaning before too long. While he didn't try and get the thick shaft into his throat, Ric liked his technique and slowly started to rock his hips. Ric had his eyes closed and was wondering how to get his dick in the guy's ass when suddenly the guy stopped. Ric looked down and just after the hard shaft left his cocksucker's lips, Ric saw him staring at his biohazard tat. The guy glanced up and asked "You toxic dude?" "Yeah and I need a nice pussy to dump a load in. You game?" Ric asked and the guy nodded excitedly. "Follow me" Ric said, wandering down the hall until he spotted an empty room nearby. The guy had kept close behind him and once Ric looked inside to make sure no one was using it he pushed the guy in. "Bend over and show me that hole" Ric barked out. The guy bent over the bed and spread his legs. Ric knelt down and pried the cheeks apart, his fingers sinking into the warm, soft flesh. He pushed his face in and started to lick and nibble on the guy's ass and crack. His tongue dug in and he tasted the familiar taste of cum. Ric growled and began to suck some of the load out of the hole, savoring the warm liquid on his tongue and wondering how charged it was. He spent a few more minutes poking his tongue in before standing up. "Mmm, love fucking a slut's hole. That load got a bug in it?" Ric asked. "No, sir" the bottom replied. Ric laughed, snarling out "Well this one will." Ric felt strange being called "sir" since the guy was probably ten years older than him. He shrugged his shoulders and pressed his cock into the crevice, zeroing in on the wet hole. The guy shivered as Ric grasped his hips and pushed forward. The well used hole gave way and swallowed his shaft in. He heard the guy groan as he plowed deeper until his hips were pressed on the guy's meaty ass. Ric enjoyed feeling the cum filled hole around his cock. He knew he could plow this guy for a long time and that's what he started to do. Twenty minutes of varied pounding had forced most of the previous guy's neg load out, leaving a coating of cum on his pubes and a puddle on the floor. His thrusts started to get harder until he was bouncing off the guys ass and both of them were grunting loudly. "Want this charged load?" Ric growled as he started to gasp and slam in hard and fast. "Yes, sir. Knock your slut up" the guy cried out before Ric planted his cock in and felt the pulses shoot out his potent seed. The bottom yelled out "Oh god yeah!" as he felt the warm cum fill his guts. Ric grinned as his balls emptied, hoping that he'd be as toxic as Taylor was in a few weeks. He gave a few more thrusts before pulling his cock out slowly. Ric slapped each butt cheek, telling the bottom "Sweet hole, thanks." The bottom guy let out another moan followed by "Thank you sir." Ric smiled again and said "Hope it takes" as he turned and walked back into the hallway. There were two guys at the doorway who had been watching and both grinned at him. He wandered a while and found a few other guys to dip his cock into. They may have gotten some precum coating their chutes, but his balls still needed a while to refill. One last fuck with an older guy in the sling gave him a chance to drain his balls once more. The guy's short, gray hair continued into his trimmed beard and down over the hair on his chest. The guy was playing with his nipples and Ric liked his long, thin body. No mention had been made about status and he knew the guy had seen his tat, but willingly let Ric fuck him bare and dump a load into his talented ass. "Already poz or maybe on prep. Still, it felt good" Ric thought as he walked away. After wandering about ten more minutes, Ric found Taylor in the shower getting a blowjob under the spraying water. He stood under a shower nearby, letting the hot water cascade over his body and watched, noticing that Taylor was much more relaxed than earlier. A few minutes later Taylor pulled the guy's head tight against his short pubes and pumped a load down the guy's throat. After the cocksucker left, Taylor walked over to Ric and they shared the shower. He leaned in and kissed Ric, letting his tongue dance with Ric's for a few moments. "Thanks. I really needed that. You're right, I have to get used to it" Taylor said. Ric was happy to see the old Taylor back. They dried off and headed back to the locker room and dressed. Ric looked at the clock and said "Damn, almost three hours." Taylor laughed and said "Time flies when you're having fun." They walked out of the bathhouse, Ric giving a thumbs up to the attendant. The two of them headed back towards campus and while they walked Taylor said "I was planning on just sucking or maybe get fucked if I felt ok. I ended up breeding two guys and then fed my last one to that guy in the showers. My balls must have been really full. All three looked for the wristbands, so I guess I need to thank you for that, too. I hope they're ok, I never got to ask them if they were poz too." Ric laughed, thinking to himself "Nope, all neg." At first, he wasn't going to tell Taylor that, but changed his mind and told him to see what his reaction would be. Taylor looked at him and grinned. They made it another block away from the bathhouse and Ric casually said to Taylor "You should probably be fucking Peter. It's not like you can poz him again and you just saw how sex can help your attitude." "I don't know... he's still pretty pissed at me. Is the rush fucking another poz guy as good as it was with the neg guys I just bred?" Ric chuckled again, wondering if Taylor really enjoyed gifting the guys earlier. "It depends. What turned you on back there? Realizing that you can still have a good sex life being poz or knowing you could be charging them up?" Ric asked. Taylor stopped and turned to Ric, looking embarrassed. "Uh... both. It felt good knowing guys would still want to fuck knowing I was poz. But when the guy begged for my viral load... I couldn't believe how good it felt to know I was filling him with poz cum" Taylor said. Ric smiled back at him before they continued to walk back to campus. "Taylor, you should change your appointment to Tuesday. When you talk to the doctor, tell them I suggested it. Unless Peter gets out of his funk, let him go on Monday."

The following story is a work of fiction – any resemblance to people or places is entirely coincidental. This is my first story on breeding.zone and I appreciate feedback, encouragement, and whatever else you would like to say/send my way. All characters in this story are over 18 yeaers of age. Apart from being a pozzing story, I wanted to let the characters explore and learn about themselves as well. As the story progresses some topics like fisting, body mods, etc. will come into play. Hopefully this will be a story for everyone to enjoy! This introduction just sets out the basis for the story. . . The action heats up in Chapter 1. INTRODUCTION My name is Paul, and I wanted to write down my experiences of the most life-changing event a boy can go through and set the record straight — I know the history of my exploits have been exaggerated, but I wanted to come clean while everything was still fresh in my mind. Whatever happens to me, I want to leave my mark and say that I was a part of doing something big, whether others like it or not. This story starts when I first went away for college. I went to study organ at a prestigious Midwestern university, and having won a special scholarship for performance, I was given my own suite in a res hall. The first few couple of months I really threw myself into school, practicing, and trying to figure out a system that would work for me as a student. Every day was a repeat of the last, waking up with a quick orange and brewing a coffee before heading to the hall to practice on the organ for two hours before my first class. I had just enough time between classes to run back to my room to make a sandwich before I was back in class until I had ensemble rehearsals and lessons, then a couple of hours in the library before heading back to the room to shower and crash. All of this led to some shockingly rapid progress in my playing, which made me excited to continue school. The only downside was that I had no life. And I mean NO LIFE. As a boy I dreamed about leaving home so I could come out and come into my own. It was already after Thanksgiving and I hadn’t met anyone outside the music department or the few chance encounters with people on my floor. I decided that I needed to change that. Not having any other plans, I sent a text to Chris. *Chris, I need to do something tonight.* He responded quickly, *What’s up? Wanna come hang out?* Chris was never one to beat around the bush. Your average frat boy who loved to run as much as he loved beer, he was jovial and always good for a laugh. *Yes, I will be there in five.* I hurried to pull myself together. I’m average height and slight build. . . About 5’8” and have the body of a soccer player but with slimmer legs. I ran a brush through my light brown hair and adjusted my glasses. My eyes were my best feature, and I wanted their oceans of blue to shine tonight. I pulled a sweater on over my shirt and grabbed a cute pair of shoes to complete the preppy look. I don’t know why I want to look like I stepped out of a Burberry ad, but there are worse things, right? Walking down the hallway, I could already hear the music and loud conversation coming from Chris’s room. I opened the door to let myself in and was hit with a wave of smell. . . It was strangely compelling. Both body odor and too much cheap spray cologne. I sighed, this already feels like more of a college experience than I got the previous three months. Chris saw me and waved me inside, “guys, this is Paul McDonnell. He’s on the floor but he is a bit shy. Just make sure you all welcome him!” Immediately I saw six other heads swivel in my direction. The group was a cadre of people from all over campus, but I immediately noticed Blake. Blake Jeffries was known all over campus. Not only was he the star of the diving team, he had a commanding presence. Not particularly tall at just about 6’, his erect posture and penetrating gaze left a mark on anyone who passed him. I had seen him at the library late a few times, diligently typing on his computer or paging through a book. Any boy who can type and still keep his back textbook straight deserves some kind of a medal. Blake’s eyes locked into mine and it was over. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I stumbled forward and sat down on the floor next to him. The rest of the people in the room were murmuring welcomes, but I felt compelled to occupy space next to Blake. For his part, he smiled gently at me and said hello in a quiet voice. I felt myself shiver. Why was I behaving like this? I needed to snap out of it. “So, you came in just as we were going to start playing some blackjack.” Chris said. “You in?” I looked around the group of people all staring at me and I mumbled, “sure. . . What are the stakes?” The guy sitting between me and Chris thumped me on the back in a bro-way, “stakes are favors — like the loser has to write the winner’s essay or do his laundry or whatever. Nothing too exciting, but should be fun!” I settled in, was given my chips and we all started to play. For anyone who hasn’t had the chance to try something that already they’re not great at while sitting next to the most gorgeous person they had ever seen, let me tell you. It SUCKS! Every move I made was wrong. I only lasted about twenty hands before I was the first one out. The guys all went wild saying things like, “At least we have someone smart if we win. . . I need him to do some homework for me. . . He looks so clean, I could use him to wash my uniform after the soccer match on Saturday. . .” I took the ribbing in stride, I was just happy to be there. I stood up to stretch and looked around the room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time but Brad. He looked like he was concentrating and still sitting ramrod straight. I popped back down and looked right at him. In a low voice I asked, “Is everything okay?” He turned his head and blinked just a foot away from my face. He gave me a tiny smirk and leaned next to my head to whisper, “I’m fine, I am just counting cards so I can be sure to win.” As he pulled head back into his own personal space, there was definitely a devilish twinkle in his eye. For the second time that night, I felt an involuntary shiver travel from my toes to my head. This boy was serious. But why? It took another hour before Blake was the only one standing with chips. We all stood up and started to gather ourselves to say goodnight, the time was almost 1:00 am. Chris piped up, “ Blake, what are you going to have Paul do for you for being the big winner?” Blake looked up from straightening the sorting the cards back into their boxes, “I’m going to get his number and text him. It is none of your business!” That got a few funny looks and playful ribs from the other people there. I was ecstatic. I walked over to him and demanded his phone. I punched in my number then thrust my face next to his, “say cheese!” I snapped a selfie with the two of us and added it to my contact in his phone. Setting the phone down on the table, I was turning away when Blake grabbed my wrist. “Walk me outside a minute.” He finished putting the cards away and stood up, loudly thanking Chris for hosting the get-together and turning toward the door. He still lightly held my wrist and I quickly followed him into the hall. Ah! Fresh air! Only when we were in the elevator heading down the seven stories to the street level did I notice how nice Blake smelled. He was holding me close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off of him, carrying a pleasant musk that comes from someone who eats well and holds themselves in shape. We rode in silence, but I was feeling more and more comfortable being next to him. At least I hadn’t shivered in the last few minutes. We walked through the lobby and outside. We were walking along a dark pathway toward one of the parking lots when Blake stopped and turned toward me. “You know, Paul, I don’t think I have really seen you around campus much before.” “Well, yeah, I have been keeping busy with school work and practicing for a few concerts coming up – besides, Christmas is always crazy time for anyone who can play the organ.” He lit up a bit, “you’re a musician? When is your next concert?” Odd that a jock like him would ask, but I guess he was just being nice. “I have a concert next week Tuesday. We’re playing the Mahler Symphony No. 2 and I am playing some short Reger organ pieces when people are walking in before.” His grey eyes lit up in the darkness, “I love listening to Reger, and my mom sang in the symphony chorus back home before she died and loved the Mahler, too. Can I come?” This would be a first. Meeting a boy who earnestly wanted to come to one of my concerts. Not to mention the jock to end all jocks. And he knows Reger and Mahler? Who was this? “Sure,” I managed to stammer out. “I get some comp tickets, so I can have one with your name on it at the box office.” “Great,” he replied, “I’m looking forward to seeing the performance. Do you have plans for after?” “Well, I don’t like to eat very much before I perform, so I will probably go and grab a bite to eat before heading home and collapsing. The music department is giving us Wednesday off to recover before we have to go back into classes.” “Don’t plan anything and find me in the lobby after the show.” He gave my hand a squeeze and was off in a flash. Before I could react he had disappeared around a corner and was gone. I stood in the early December chill in disbelief. I think I am falling in love. Chapter 1 will be out shortly! Thanks for reading so far!

Chapter 7 I heard his voice in an adjoining hall so I got out and closed his door and went to my room. He was getting closer and talking to someone. He said he was thirsty and would be out soon. He wanted to get the tase of the piss out of his mouth. I wondered if he had the taste of Ass also. I heard he kid get in his locker and a bottle of water open. I knew that he was doing what I said. My Pone vibrated and it was him saying OK to my message. I asked if he was getting any play yet/ He cam back and said “ Some “. I guessed he was trying to keep it low that he was just drinking cum and eating ass. I knew that before the end of the night I would have him sucking cum out of an ass. I got another buzz on my phone. It was my Friend and he said he should be there in an hour or so. I told him what the room number were and he came back and asked how the Kid was doing. I relied “ Got 3 loads, some stretching by me, and 2 guys ate his ass and sucked him off, and then they took him to the showers and pissed on him and had him drinking from the tap”. I sent it and stopped, the kid was ruffling around in his room. I had my door open since he could see me thru the hood and his door was still closed. Then I heard the mattress slapping back down. He got real quiet and then in a low voice he said that burns. I knew it was giving himself the second bump. I purposely let some on the outside so that after he unwrapped it he should get some in his rectum. I Hoped I would hear it an di was thrilled to hear it. I tested my Friend to tell him what he had done. The Kid got quiet for a while. I had told him to be ass up and really for a few minutes after the booty bumps so it would take effect. While I was laying there with a hardon another guy cam in and started sucking me. He had a great mouth and I wondered if we could give the kid lessons on cock sucking. After he got me real hard he stood up, turned around and sat down on my cock, He had trouble getting it in, He was really tight and got part of it in and about the time I was going to grab his hips and force it up his chute he got up and left. I could tell he wasn’t real clean, probably a new person to anal sex. I was going to get up and go clean off when the kid came out of his room, he saw my cock and proceeded to clean it off in his mouth. This totally shocked me. He did the same as the other guy and tuned around and sat down on it. He was working it in, he had tightened up some and was having problems getting it in. I could feel some of the cum in his ass coating my cock. He rose up once an di grabbed his hips and pulled him down. The action caused him to loose his footing and he fell down, impaling himself on my cock. He yelled and loudly said “ Shit “. I cold feel the cum and booty bum in his ass. He lifted up about half way and let himself back down and ground his ass down on my cock trying to get every inch in his ass. I knew my cock was pressing the booty bump into the walls of his mancunt. A guy waked by at that time and saw what was happening. He got down and stared licking the kids cock and balls. The kid was in heaven. I couldn’t even tell what he was saying anymore. The guy wormed a finger up the kids ass, then a second and eventually a third. That kids ass was stretched and stuffed. I was slowly pumping up into the Kids ass when the guy stared pushing a finger n mine. I wasn’t ready to cum yet so I had to stop him. The Kid was wired and was shaking with the drugs and excitement of the moment

Part 37 - Christmas Eve In The Palace Jackson finished the briefing with the household staff, the memos along with protocol updates were sent around to all areas of the palace in preparation for today. The protocol update was in force as of midday and all those present nodded understanding as they left the meeting. Jackson had two more briefings to do for the afternoon and night shifts, he walked over to the board attaching the pictures of Princess Marie, the Duke of Victoria and the new one of Max next to Prince Alexander and other members of the royal family along with the respective protocol to be followed. Under the picture of Max it read 'Protocol Address Initial: Sir, Secondary: Sir. Protocol Formality Initial: Head bow/nod, Secondary: Head bow/nod to acknowledge'. Jackson smiled stepping back and looking at the addition, he had to admit that even he was unsure if Alex would ever have pulled this off. His eyes moved over to the picture of Alex that read underneath 'Protocol Address Initial: Your Royal Highness, Secondary: Your Highness. Protocol Formality Initial: Full bow/curtsy, Secondary: Full bow/curtsy. Valet: Artem. Protection Officer: Liam. Assistant: Artem'. He turned and walked back to his office, as most days go this was not ordinary since Jurgen announced his intention to retire in February, Jurgen held the post of Head of Royal Palace Horticulture and Grounds. He was certainly not looking forward to breaking this news to the king, if there was one thing the king enjoyed it was his walks and driving around with Jurgen discussing the grounds upkeep and the flower beds. Max laid in bed partially awake having finally got to sleep at 3am after he and Alex had finished what he could only describe as the most intense sex they had ever experienced. Alex cuddled up to him was still sleeping. It was Christmas Eve and the day he had intended on returning home, yet here he was having spent a second night in the palace with Alex. His mind wondering what he was going to do with his life now, if he was accepted by the crown that is. Max glanced over at the note instructing him to meet with governor premier of Monrovia in his mansion at 10.30am after which Liam would take him shopping quickly so he could get a few gifts. Max heard the now familiar clicking of the passage way door opening and Artem appearing with a tray just aft 9am. "Good morning your royal highness!" Artem said loudly to wake Alex up. Artem looked at Max "Good morning sir" he said bowing his head for the first time to Max. "Morning" Max replied oblivious to Artem bowing his head to him. "Wake up princess" Max said nudging Alex awake who kept slapping him to leave him alone. Alex mumbled "Don't you start calling me princess!" he said burying his head back in the pillow. Artem handed Max a coffee "You must be ready to leave at 10am sharp" he said. Max sat up "You know?" he asked glancing at the note. "Doh!" Artem replied chuckling, "Max I know everything that goes on in and around Alex's life". "Yeah I suppose" Max replied shaking Alex to wake up who slapped him again, "What do I wear?". Artem put a coffee on Alex's side of the bed then slapped his arse "Don't worry I will help". "Do that again and I will force you to have sex with me!" Alex said rolling over. Artem scoffed "I am way to hot for you to have" he replied starting to tidy up. "What is this all about Alex?" Max asked picking up the note. Alex sat up and yawned "Protocol, following the rules" he replied but looked unsure. Artem chuckled "He knows nothing Max I wouldn't ask him" he said as Alex poked his tongue out. "It will either be good or not so good news" Artem added folding up Max's clothes. "Oh!" Max said looking at the note, "Basically a yes or no to be with Alex?" he asked. Artem nodded then sat on the bed "Look if you go alone it is a thumbs down" he said quietly. "Well Liam is coming and taking me shopping after" Max said looking a little scared. "No" Artem said, "If there is a footman and 2 protection officers then it is a good sign". "Artem!" Alex said leaning up in bed, "Are you divulging protocol secrets?" he asked smiling. "What is it with you lot and secrets?" Max now asked trying to make a joke of the whole thing. Artem couldn't say too much and he already knew what the outcome was, it all sounded like a conspiracy to Max who decided not to dwell on it since Artem wouldn't say anything else. He left them telling Max he would be here at 9.30am to help him dress appropriately. His thoughts interrupted by Alex rubbing his cock along Max's leg. "Hungry Max?" Alex asked pressing it harder against his leg. Max rolled his eyes "Can you think of nothing else?" he asked looking down at Alex with a grin. Max pushed Alex on to his back "Want sausage for breakfast?" he asked slipping between his legs. Alex tried to push him off "Come on I was going to do you" he complained smiling up at him. "You haven't got time for that this morning!" Artem said coming back in to the bedroom. Alex giggled looking at the clock then up at Max "Lets do it in the shower" he suggested. "Eat then shower" Artem said handing him a bacon roll. Max chuckled "My favourite" he said ignoring Alex who sat up looking annoyed. "Bacon roll more important than me!" Alex said, "I am a fucking prince!" he laughed. Max looked at him "Act like one then!" he said grinning, "Princess" he added making Artem laugh. For the moment Max put the meeting out of his head and enjoyed these few minutes with Alex in bed eating breakfast since he was unsure. Inside he felt it was good by the way he danced with the queen and dowager queen the night before, but he just didn't know and it was making him a little anxious as well. Alex though didn't seem to bothered and carried on like normal. Max showered then walked in to the dressing room to find Artem already there sorting out a shirt and trousers for him then going through Alex's row of ties to find a suitable one that didn't have the royal coat of arms on. The time had passed so quickly and it was already 10am when Artem finished adjusting the suit jacket that Alden had leant Max since they were almost identical in build. Artem stepped back and nodded "Good" he said with Alex sat there in his bath robe. Max looked at him in the mirror "Is there anything I need to know?" he asked. Alex grinned "No, answer the questions directly that is all" he replied standing up. "It is time" Artem said nodding at Alex. Alex walked over and kissed Max "Relax and be yourself Max" he said confidently. Max nodded looking a little scared "Easy for you to say" he said nervously. They walked with Max towards the double doors when he realised he had no idea where he was suppose to go. Nick arrived just as Liam came out of his rooms and they shook hands then stopped noticing Tom was present before they saw the gold band on his cuff and went over to congratulate him. Artem opened both doors and Max saw the footman first 'Good morning sir' he said, Max looked a little perplexed at first then smiled seeing Tom standing there 'Good morning sir' Tom said as Artem pushed Max lightly to leave. He felt a massive relief noticing Liam and Nick was also accompanying him. Liam stood in front of Max "Good morning" he said smiling at Max. Nick stepped up "Good morning Max, all set" he said taking the opposite side of Max. "We will be your protection officers this morning" Liam said now they both flanked him. Nick smiled and glanced at Max "Relax!" he said quietly. He turned to look at Alex who was smiling happily as he was marched off, it was the strangest feeling running through Max being accompanied like this, a protection officer either side of him and two footmen walking in front. Max was trying to take it all in as they walked through the royal residences then out in the official palace areas some he had not seen so far, they walked towards the palace front doors, no secret passage way this time. Passing into the entrance reception hall that was large and clearly built to impress visitors with elaborate décor that told you immediately this was a palace. Reaching the front doors the footmen opened the doors where two sovereign guards stood, dressed red tunic with silver lace strappings and buttons, three silver bands adorned the cuffs, black trousers with swords held in a white leather scabbard and a red hat adorned with one silver band and the royal crest. One stood each side of the large double doors. Max glanced to his left to take in the sight of the sovereign guard noticing he even with the hat on he looked very attractive with subtle blue eyes. Cautiously the sovereign guard made eye contact and produced a tiny but noticeable smile almost putting him off following the footmen. Nick also glanced at the sovereign guard and nodded his head looking at him slightly longer than Max had done. Max followed the two footmen down the few steps who opened the car doors. It felt so bizarre for Max, everything seemed way off normal in his eyes and actually quite funny. That was until he saw the car and the royal crest on the side in gold the front of the car had two flags on the front that brought home the realness of his situation and his nerves kicked in again. Hannes and the other sovereign guard resumed their positions with only an hour to go on their shift at the front entrance. Some of the guards lived at home and others including Hannes resided in what was called Sovereign Row, a delightful group of ten modern sleek and normal sized houses that backed on to the palace to the far left as you looked towards the city. Each one had a garden at the back to afford some privacy in their down time whilst the front of the houses faced the palace, a small private road lead to the main gate for access in one direction and continuing in the other to the household entrance at the palace itself. Many of the people who lived in Sovereign Row tended to fend for themselves yet they remained entitled to dine and use the facilities within the palace. Hannes had been a sovereign guard for one year after completing military school and training. At 26 he was average age for the guards who worked at the palace and still junior since senior guards worked the gate house. Under his hat his light brown hair was short, a smattering of chest hair adorned his athletic physique that was kept in shape through his running and gym that he did usually around 6pm every day in the palace. For the most part life of a sovereign guard when off duty was quite lonely, it was almost like the household staff were too scared to talk to them. Even after he met the then footman Francis one night in a gay bar in the city, they had spent the night together in early summer last year. Since then nothing, Francis would acknowledge him but now he was a valet and dating the head of the royal household so he rarely saw him. Of course the news about Prince Alexander being gay and the arrival of his boyfriend at the palace was known to the guards, apart from that Hannes only knew of those four people in the palace who were gay. Hannes positioned himself with his back to the door watching the young man getting in to the royal car. It was Prince Alden's protection officer that Hannes had always found intriguing and quite sexy looking and that was were his eyes had moved focus to as he walked around the car. It was a morning full of weird feelings and somehow Max felt that this journey was the moment that would change the course of his life completely, it didn't go unnoticed by Nick who got in the other side whilst Liam sat beside Max. The footmen gently closed the doors and stood waiting until the car began to slowly drive away from the palace down the long road towards the gates. The gates opened and the sovereign gate guards stood to attention until the car passed through and joined the traffic on the boulevard. "Nervous?" Liam asked quietly. "I... I am not sure" Max said, "Something feels different, I can't put my finger on it" he nervously said. Liam glanced at Max and smiled "Wait until we return" he replied not giving anything away. Max felt more nervous now "Thanks, you are not helping" he replied biting his thumb. Nick sitting opposite smiled "Got your shopping list? he asked casually. "Well sort of, I have no idea who I should be buying for" Max admitted. "Don't worry the best store in the city is open until lunchtime it is on our route" Liam told him. Precisely on the dot they arrived at the governor premier's mansion, Liam was first out of the car and stood waiting for Nick to join him. Liam signalled with his hand for Max and as he stepped out, the doors to the mansion opened and the governor premier stood on the steps suited up accordingly. Max waited until Liam discreetly told him to go ahead. As he stepped forward Nick and Liam followed one step behind. Steven stepped down a few steps then addressed Max 'Good morning sir' he said warmly shaking his hand. Max returned the greeting remembering what Liam briefed him and was invited inside the governor's mansion. Max followed the governor premier in to the state formal lounge where he was invited to take a seat. He nervously watched as the governor spoke to Liam and Nick then closed them out of the meeting. Steven finally sat down "Finally I get to meet you properly having heard so much about you". "It appears I am known for some reason sir" Max replied and Steven laughed. "Right shall we get the formality side over with" Steven said opening a binder. Max sat forward "Do I get a training manual?" he asked making Steven laugh again. "Sort of" Steven replied smiling, "I will go over the official parts that you will need to agree". Max nodded "Have you been briefed on what to say and reply?" Steven asked and Max nodded again. Steven cleared his throat and started reading slowly "By order of His Majesty The King of Monrovia the Royal Chamber Council was called to discuss His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia and Duke of Montcalm and the requested union of a relationship with yourself. By agreement of his His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the members of said council to sanction His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia and Duke of Montcalm to enter in to a relationship with yourself on a formal basis. Declaring your intent to proceed is subject to unconditional agreement to the Crown Union and Warrant of the Monrovian Royalty Servitude. Do you Maximillian Westwood-Lymm enter this union willingly and therefore agree to be bound to them for life?". It was one thing having sex with Alex, that was the easy part. With everything that Steven had said in the first few sentences to him was a stark reminder that no matter what the destiny he would be bound for life not to talk about Alex or his family. Nervously he sat there with a dry mouth until Steven looked up at him. Max spoke clearly "I Maximillian Westwood-Lymm confirm willingness and to be bound for life". Steven made a note in the binder then continued "Subject to retaining discretion the Warrant of the Monrovian Royalty Servitude must be undertaken in order to protect the sovereign nation of Monrovia, His Royal Highness Prince Alexander and yourself, you are not permitted under royal protocol and decree 14.2.1 to divulge the nature or condition of any relationship to a royal individual nor any of the royal family of Monrovia. Decree 14.2.2 requires discretion and careful consideration to the use of social media platforms. Under no circumstances is it permitted to post anything related to members of the royal family unless implicit consent is obtained by the royal family member or palace PR. Any such posting must not reflect negatively on the royal family or Monrovia and its citizens". Steven looked up at Max, "Do you understand and agree to comply?" he asked formally. "Yes I do" Max replied trying to keep a straight face as it sounded like a marriage vow. Steven looked down and continued "As part of your integration to the royal family, His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the Royal Chamber Council are granting you diplomatic status affording you the rights associated therein. A new passport will be issued in three days under Monrovian nationality, you may retain dual nationality if so desired, however you are expected to travel on the Monrovian diplomatic passport as a Monrovian national when leaving and entering Monrovia. You will travel on the diplomatic passport when accompanying any member of the royal family". Steven looked up again at Max "Do you understand and agree to comply?" he asked. "Yes I understand and will comply" Max replied now wondering how much more there was. Steven turned the page "At the formal request of His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia and agreement by His Majesty The King of Monrovia you are to take up residence within the Balenciaga Palace within His Royal Highness Prince Alexander's private quarters. Subject to you both remaining in this relationship or by mutual agreement you may take up residence outside of the palace grounds. Should you wish to reside outside the palace grounds His Royal Highness is not permitted to reside outside for his protection and safety. As agreed with His Majesty and Head of the Royal Household you shall, whilst residing in the palace be offered lesser royal status and from hence forth be referred to as Sir and afforded the correct protocol and courtesy relevant to your new status. Should the relationship terminate so will the status and protocol rights." Steven took a breath and looked up at Max. "Do you understand the agree to the conditions of residing at the palace?" Steven asked. Max nodded "Yes I fully understand and agree" he replied trying to remember everything being said. "Want a drink before we continue?" Steven asked pouring himself a coffee. "Coffee would be great, thank you Steven" Max replied as Steven poured and handed him a cup. Steven took a sip then put his cup down "The relationship being entered will exist with a serving member of the royal family, to this extent you are being allocated a protection officer who will serve under Prince Alexander's protection officer until his training concludes. During this time the protection officer of His Royal Highness will be availed to you if needed. You are expected to travel with a protection officer unless exceptional circumstances require this not to be the case or travelling under the non diplomatic passport. The prince's private valet and assistant is at your disposal to assist in daily life. You are to act with dignity and respect and not bring disrepute to the Sovereign Nation of Monrovia or the crown befitting your integration to the royal family. You may engage in active employment subject to agreement by His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the approval by the Governor Premier, any form of employment will be assessed to deem if appropriate befitting your status. The current status afforded you does not provide annuity from the crown or government purse". Steven turned the page in the binder "Do you understand and agree?" he asked. "Yes" Max replied taking the opportunity to gulp down some coffee. "Condition of this relationship is being presented as the companion to His Royal Highness Prince Alexander in which you will be required to attend royal engagements, accompany on overseas royal visits. The condition also extends to other serving royals in their official capacity on engagements and public duties. This condition to become effective after the relationship becomes public domain knowledge and at the request of crown or government. Should this condition of duty be reached His Majesty The King of Monrovia may if appropriate request an annuity to be placed at your disposal. If approved the annuity will be reviewed and adjusted based on your active participation in royal life. The relationship does not allow for any instigation of claims on or against the crown or monarch in the event of terminating. If such eventuality happens the royal decrees 14.2.1 and 14.2.2 remain in place indefinitely and cannot be revoked, diplomatic status will be revoked and any annuity will cease". "Do you understand and agree to this?" Steven asked looking up at Max. Max nodded "I do and yes" he replied. "Nearly there Max" Steven said smiling, "Now the very important part so listen carefully". Steven turned the page and began "Subject to this relationship progressing to a stage of formalising the reigning monarch His Majesty The King of Monrovia is to be presented with the request to formalise the union by marriage. This in turn will be presented to the Royal Chamber Council for consideration by His Majesty The King of Monrovia and His Royal Highness Prince Alexander. Should the Royal Chamber Council and His Majesty approve the request you will be granted a status to be agreed by the Royal Chamber Council and His Majesty The King of Monrovia, Her Majesty The Queen of Monrovia and Her Majesty The Dowager Queen as the sovereign crown heads. This granted status will afford you all the appropriate rights of marrying a member of the royal family, this includes title, protocol, status and engagement within and for the royal family and as a servant of the Monrovian Sovereign Nation and under the Warrant of the Monrovian Royalty Servitude. As such you would be expected to follow the same guiding principals governing the royal family. You may be asked to refrain from active employment at the Governor Premier or His Majesties request in this eventuality. The request to formalise the union between His Royal Highness Prince Alexander of Monrovia and yourself is to be presented within two calendar years of entering the approved relationship. If no request is received within the time frame the Royal Chamber Council will vote to revoke the status of the relationship and therefore rescinding any rights previously bestowed upon you. The same protocol applies to His Royal Highness Prince Alexander should the prince instigate the request to formalise the union". Steven closed the binder and looked at Max "Do you understand and agree to the demands laid out?". Max nodded "I fully understand what would happen and accept and agree" he replied. Steven picked up his cup and took a sip of coffee "Are you okay Max?" he asked. Max looked mildly bewildered "That is a lot to take in!". Steven chuckled "That is just the summary Max, here" he said handing the binder over to him. "Bedtime reading for me then!" Max responded thanking him for the binder. "I know it sounds a bit military and by the book, but that is royal life Max" Steven informed him. Max nodded "I have to marry him within two years or just request it?" he asked needing clarification. "Request within two years Max" Steven replied, "I hope we will not have to wait that long though". Max chuckled "If I had a crystal ball I could tell you" he replied. Steven sat back looking at Max "Make him happy Max that is all the king and I ask of you". Max nodded "I will" he replied, "I am scared as hell Steven, I will admit this all frightens me!". "I understand Max, between us, you do have our full support and help" Steven informed him. Max nodded again "Discretion is important Max, mostly as it will keep you both safe" Steven added. "Yes, you do not need to worry about that" Max said assuring the governor. Steven smiled "I know it is a big change moving here to Monrovia" he added. Max nodded "Yes it is. Assuming there are no objections I need to find work" he said. "We can sort that out after Christmas Max" Steven said, "There is a position available for you". "Oh!" Max asked sitting up, "Doing what?". Steven smiled "Your field of work actually. Curator of the Royal Art Collection". Max chuckled and shook his head "Did you just make that up!" he asked laughing. "Certainly not!" Steven replied laughing, "Seriously the position has been vacant for 2 years". "Right" Max said slowly thinking, "Is it enough to keep me busy?" he asked. Now Steven laughed "Of course, in the palace and the Monrovia Gallery of the Arts". Max nodded "It is not just public but also the private art collection" Steven added. "Wow! Thank you Steven" Max said genuinely then smiled, "Everything seems planned!" he laughed. Steven laughed "Well the Dowager Queen gave me a rattling on the phone this morning" he replied. "Right!" Max said smiling, "That is why she was keen to interrogate my art knowledge". Max chuckled away finding it all funny "We should conclude the formalities Max" Steven said. Steven stood "By Warrant of the Monrovian Royalty Servitude do you wish to proceed?" he asked officially. Max stood "Yes I wish His Royal Highness Prince Alexander and myself to proceed" he replied. "As of today you may enter formally in to a relationship with His Royal Highness Prince Alexander" Steven finished. It was only one sentence that he had to remember word for word, Liam had run over it over and over what to say if he was asked the question. Judging by the smile on the governor premier's face he had done it correctly. The private meeting only lasted thirty minutes. It was all very surreal for Max, the whole formality of it and the binder he was holding was striking a little fear in to him and was glad when the meeting was over. Steven accompanied Max to the front entrance "His highness and yourself must come to dinner". Max smiled "Yes I am sure Al... His Highness and I would enjoy that" he replied correcting himself. "Before his birthday party though!" Steven exclaimed. Max laughed "I guess it is going to be a big party" he remarked. Steven laughed "Oh Max! You have no idea how important this birthday is!" he replied smiling. "I am beginning to figure that out!" Max replied taking a big liking to the governor. "One more thing Max" Steven said stopping, "The king is expediting your integration to the family". Max looked a little confused "Sorry I don't get it" he replied. "He is anxious you feel comfortable. I think he understands what you mean to the prince" Steven said. Reaching the open doors Max turned to Steven "Is that it then we are allowed to date?" he asked. "Yes, it is now all official along with your status" Steven replied as they shook hands. Steven turned to face Max and bowed his head "Sir" he said and Max looked on confused. He thought it was a bit over the top but noticed the governor was serious "Thank you" he said. Max walked down the steps to the waiting royal car where Nick and Liam stood and wondered what all that was about with the governor bowing his head to him. He wasn't royalty so didn't understand why he did that. "Sir" Liam said stepping forward and bowing his head as Max looked on weirdly at him. Max noticed Nick trying to hold a straight face and stepped forward "Sir" he said bowing his head. The both stood waiting for Max to step in to the car then got in either side. Steven stood on the top step chuckling away shaking his head at the surprised look on Max's face. It was evident they need to keep a close eye on Max as he really had no clue what was about to happen to his life. Liam looked at him "You look confused Max, are you alright?" he asked. Max turned to him "Why did the governor and you both bow your heads?" he asked. "That is the new granted protocol for you" Liam replied, "Now the meeting is over it is official". "What protocol?" Max asked. Liam smiled "You will be addressed as Sir and afforded a bow of of the head" he said. "Why?" Max asked looking even more confused. "It is protocol Max, you are living in the palace with a royal" Nick replied joining in. "Until you marry Prince Alexander that is" Liam added making Max look even more confused now. "You will meet Franco later" Liam said checking his phone, "He is being briefed by Scott now". "Franco?" Max asked, "Who is he?". "He will be training with me as your protection officer" Liam said watching for his response. "Ah okay" Max said going quiet, "I remember the governor mentioning something about it". Liam chuckled "Franco is nice, a bit wild still but I think you will get on". Max looked at Liam "I guess that is it, the end of Max as I know him" he said. Liam smiled "Not at all, this is the beginning of Max, a new chapter and love in his life" he said. Max managed to smile "Is he really nice?" he asked, yet he was unsure why he even asked. Liam chuckled "You will find out soon enough!" he replied, "Right shopping, you have one hour". "Oh my god are you starting to be pushy with me?" Max asked grinning. Nick laughed "Welcome to royal life Max, tight schedules and limited time!" he added. Max smiled looking out the window "Years since I saw a white Christmas" as the car stopped. Max looked at the large department store that looked relatively quiet with a few people mingling around picking up last minute shopping. The appearance of the royal car was enough to stop pedestrians who all seem to get their phones out ready to capture the moment. Nick leaned over to Max telling him to act very casually as they won't know who you are just yet. Nick opened the car door and Max followed him out and waited for Liam, they acted like friends on a shopping trip and the crowd dispersed with some disappointment that no royalty was inside. With Liam and Nick's advice Max quickly picked up some gimmicky presents and reminding him not to buy presents for the royal household staff and security as this was all taken care of by the king and queen. Desperately he wanted to buy Alex something special and was finding it hard to resist but Liam was keeping him on track. They were back in the royal car and heading towards the palace within the hour. Reaching the gates Max watched as they rolled open and the sovereign gate guards stood to attention and with a marked difference they now bowed their heads as the car passed. It was the first time the guards had done that and the reality was really now sinking in fast for Max. There was part of him that was bricking it, another part was excited now he could officially be with Alex, the last side of him still found it embarrassing that people would have to bow their heads to him. The car pulled up to the steps of the palace main entrance where two footmen suddenly appeared rushing down to open the doors, Liam stepped out first and stood waiting for Max who exited and the footman bowed his head 'Sir, welcome back' he said. The other footman took the bags and binder and walked up to Max bowing his head 'Sir, welcome back, I will take these to the royal quarters' he said bowing his head again and leaving. Max was slowly seeing and understanding how things worked and he stood waiting for Nick to be at his other side before proceeding up the steps. The two sovereign guards stood to attention and bowed their heads as Max walked through the doors in to the palace entrance reception hall. The senior footman was walking from the private residence at the far end of the entrance reception hall towards him 'Sir' he said bowing his head, 'Their majesties and royal highnesses await your attendance for lunch. If you would be so kind and follow me'. He noticed Liam and Nick stood aside and Max walked following the footman to the end of the entrance reception hall then through the receiving room and finally in to the palaces private residencies, thankfully it was starting to look familiar. Max knew the difference between the formal and informal dining rooms, informal was were breakfast took place and formal was where lunch and dinner were served. The two footmen at the doors bowed their heads and opened both doors 'Mr Westwood-Lymm your majesties, your royal highnesses' one of them called out then stood aside for Max to enter. He looked at how the family were stood there mingling in no specific order and wondered if this was a test to see if he knew the rank and order of each member. He steered towards the king first and followed protocol, next the queen, dowager queen, crown prince, his man Alex, Princess Marie and finally her husband. "Max formerly and officially I can welcome you" the king said shaking his hand. "Welcome Max" the queen walked over and kissed him on both cheeks, "Right your seat for meals!". "Sorry?" Max asked looking at the queen guiding him over to the dining table. "This is your seat for meals Max, next to Alex" the queen said as the footmen appeared with lunch. "All the time?" Max asked needing confirmation and the queen nodded. She looked over at the family "Sit, sit, sit everyone" she said very casually. "Protocol is observed when entering and leaving the room" the king said to Max taking his seat. Max nodded "Right, so do I still call you your majesty after?" he asked. "No, after you observe initial protocol just be normal only when with family and in private" the king replied. Max nodded realising this was now his extended family "If guests are here then full protocol is observed" the king added. Max smiled "That one is easier to remember" he replied. "And you may refer to Prince Alexander as Alex in front of us now" the queen chipped in. Soup and bread was on the lunch menu today when Max found out about the Christmas party this afternoon that they all attended from 3pm until late. It was very clear and evident that the king and queen were treating Max quite differently now and talking to him as they would with their sons. With lunch over Alex took Max in to the formal lounge that was becoming Max's favourite room in the entire palace, with the large expansive windows overlooking the palace gardens blanketed by snow it afforded one of the best views. Max sat on the red velvet cushioned bench by one of the windows looking out and smiling at the snow falling lightly. Alex sat behind Max with his his legs and arms around him and his head resting on Max's shoulder. "Do we need to dress up for the party?" Max asked. "Shirt and trousers" Alex mumbled in to Max's neck, "We are official now" he said softly. Max nodded "We are and the governor is lining me up for a job" he said stroking Alex's head gently. Alex kissed his neck "Are you happy you came?" he asked as the king walked in and stood watching. Max moved his head and kissed Alex "Yes" he said, "It will take some getting use to" he added. Alex kissed him softly "I love you so much Alex" Max said almost choking up. Alex wiped the tear from Max's cheek "I love you Max, you are my prince" he said kissing him again. Watching them together oblivious to him standing there melted his heart. He always hoped his son would find love, what he saw was a strong deep hearted moment between them. There was a love there that even he couldn't figure out, yet it radiated from them and was so clearly written on their faces. If there was two people where destiny or fate played a part it was there in front of his eyes. The king walked over and sat besides them making them both jump slightly. "As you were" the king said smiling, "We are very happy for you both" he said sincerely. Alex looked at his father "Thank you for accepting Max in to our lives" he said. The king nodded "I only understood how much this meant when I came to you in London" he admitted. Max looked down "I am sorry about that, I was still in shock and unable to think straight". "If you hadn't Max I would never have known how much you meant to my son" the king replied. Alex smiled "How did you do it so quickly?" he asked, "I mean Elethera took weeks to get approval". The king shrugged "I am the king" he replied then smiled, "They do what I require". Max chuckled "Do they get locked up in the dungeons if they don't?" he asked. "Nothing as barbaric as that Max" the king replied laughing, "I may have their heads chopped off, it is much quicker!". "Now I am not so sure about being in this family!" Max remarked trying to keep a straight face. "Elethera was a different matter Alex. I was unsure about her" his father said answering him. "You were?" Alex replied, "Mother didn't like her one bit, neither did granny" he added. The king laughed "Well it didn't help matters when you called her a crown grabbing wh....". Alex interrupted him "I never did! Well maybe I did after dinner and too much wine!" he chuckled. The king smiled "You were right though Alex, you saw right through her from the start". The king stood "One day Alex you might understand why" he said looking down at them both. Alex looked up at him "What is that suppose to mean?" he asked confused by the comment. "You have something that makes you an exceptional judge of character" his father said. "He must be good if he fell in love with me" Max added smugly then laughed as Alex punched him. "Well Max I hope you are ready, Christmas really begins in one hour!". By the time Alex and Max arrived at the ballroom just after 3pm the party was in full swing. Alden and Francis were doing children's games in one corner of room. The king, queen and dowager queen were manning the bar pouring drinks for the adults. Princess Marie and her husband were doing charades with most of the adults. Other were either sat down chatting or mingling around the room watching. Marty came up behind Max with Josh in tow. "Josh!" Alex said in surprise hugging him, "You here as Marty's partner then?" he asked. Josh nodded still feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole thing "Yes, still weird though!". "Come on guys you have to see this!" Marty said grabbing Max and dragging him over to crowd. Alex laughed knowing what was going on in this part of the ballroom. The protection officers did this every year with some of the older kids giving them lessons in protection and also play wrestling with the older teenagers. Max was loving the whole party atmosphere, when Liam spotted Max he dragged him on to the mats challenging him to fight for his honour, suddenly Marty appeared standing by Max then Josh and Alex. Nick waded in and stood by Liam then their boss Scott appeared ready to do battle, not wanting to miss out Alden suddenly appeared next to Josh after taking his shirt off. This caused Josh to look at his body and giggle, Alden raised an eyebrow looking at Josh 'You are fit!' he said to Alden who winked and smiled at him. The king rushed over and stood in the middle halting it so he could take bets on who would win. Liam seeing Alden shirtless took his shirt off handing it to Polly who all of a sudden became a clothes horse as everyone did the same. Nick stood there staring Alex out and deliberately flexing his muscles making the prince laugh, more so as he saw the looks Nick was also giving Tom who stood there having been pulled in by Jackson. Suddenly Liam beckoned a dark haired young man over who took off his shirt to reveal a smooth very toned muscular body. He made eye contact with Max and smirked making the I am watching you with his fingers move. Max suddenly realised this must be the protection officer Franco that Liam told him about and dam he was hot looking just like Liam. Alex even stood staring slightly open mouth before realising where he was. It then dawned on Max that both Liam and Franco were staring at him and he knew immediately he was going down!. Jackson decided that the competition was unfair and called on several of the footman along with himself to be on the royal side. In that moment a new tradition was born in the palace as the fit muscular bodies of protection officers flew across the mats attacking the royals and household staff. Screams of laughter and giggling brought even more of the household over to watch. The king adjudicating called the losers off one by one, the royals and household numbers diminishing quickly until they changed tack ganging up on one protection officer at a time pinning him down until it was Jackson and Max left against Franco and Nick. Liam had been the first one they all set calling him pretty boy as they pinned a laughing Liam down on the mat. Jackson gave a good show with Nick but he won easily leaving just Franco, Nick and Max on the mat. The shouts for Max cheering him on but he knew there was no chance of winning as the two protection officers quickly ganged up on him. Nick grabbing his legs and Franco took his arms holding a laughing Max in the air as they paraded him around the mat. Desperately he was fighting off the tingling in his groin, the last thing he need was to get an erection in front of the royal family. 'Call it!' Nick was calling to the king who was having way too much fun loosing track of what he as suppose to be doing. Max was lowered on to the mat and pinned by both of them on the floor so quickly, he could only giggle loosing the match to boos from the spectators. Alex was sat on the floor leaning against the wall in fits of laughter with Josh. Marty stood there shaking his head disapprovingly of Max but grinning at the same time. Franco and Nick were hoisted in the air by the protection officers as they triumphantly marched around the ballroom celebrating their win. Franco walked over and helped Max to his feet. "You need to focus!" Franco said laughing, "I'm Franco. Hopefully I will be looking after you". "Max" Max replied shaking his hand, "Be nice to me I am new to this" he said. Franco chuckled "Yeah I know all all about you!" he said putting his arm around his shoulder. "Drink?" Max asked completely forgetting about Alex who was still sat on the floor. "Looks like someone stole your man" Josh said nodding over. Alex smiled "That's okay, he is to be Max's protection officer". Josh nodded "Nice, he has a body you want to lick and worship and your brother, well!" he said. "I heard that!" Marty said standing in front of Josh and Alex. Josh looked up and smiled "Stop being jealous and get us a drink!" he demanded. Marty smiled wandering off "Are you staying with Marty for Christmas?" Alex asked. Josh smiled nervously "I am taking him to my parents Christmas day. Is it to early?" he asked. Alex shrugged "Like I said when you know, you know Josh" he replied. "It is so weird" Josh said shaking his head, "Finding him, and he is so into me!" he exclaimed. Alex smiled and his arm around Josh's shoulder "He is taking me to meet his family next week". "Wow! You are both really serious then?" Alex asked seeing they were both mad about each other. Max finally found his shirt and got dressed as things returned to some normality. Franco and Max chatted for ages then with Alex and Liam before the buffet dinner. More sedate games took place as the evening wore on, the king and queen handed out presents to the children. Apart from the elegant surroundings Max would never have guessed he was partying with a royal family, they were in essence a complete contrast in private and evidently the household staff were devoted and loved working for them being completely at ease with the lack of formality. By 10pm the party was over and everyone started dispersing their separate ways, Tom said good night to Alex and Max, he looked a little envious of Josh and Marty as they walked out holding hands. Tom slipped in to the almost deserted passage way behind the ballroom and tried to remember his way back towards his quarters. Having only two glasses of champagne the entire day he was still full of beans. It didn't help when he got railroaded in to the wrestling match where Nick came straight for him after knocking Alex out of the competition. He chuckled to himself quietly as he turned the corner thinking of Nick resulting in him getting a semi erection. "Lost boy?" came a voice behind him then a chuckle, Tom knew straight away who it was. Tom turned around "Stop calling me that! Do I look lost to you?" he asked leaning against the wall casually. Nick walked with deliberate slow steps towards Tom who noticed the top three buttons on his shirt undone, by the time he looked up Nick kissed him purposefully slipping him his tongue and pushing his body up against Tom. He could feel the stiff cock in his trousers pushing against his groin and when Nick pulled back from the kiss they looked each other in the eye. Silently Tom followed Nick up to his quarters. Nick closed the door after entering the bedroom and Tom slipped out of his shirt like magic and ran his hand seductively down his chest then in to his trousers and underwear, all the time he stared confidently at Nick who smiled wanting to applaud Tom for his erotic show. Nick stood there and slowly unbuttoning his shirt until it fell away from his body. They both watched each other dropping their trousers and underwear, by now they both stood there naked except for their socks and sporting erections that looked ready to duel each other. There was something that Nick did to Tom when in his presence that he was already feeling, slowly he climbed on to the bed and laid on his back. Nick climbed on the bed and pushed Tom's legs apart with some force slipping between them, he then appeared looming over Tom and looking down in to his eyes. At this point he made no effort to take the footman, instead he waited looking at him. Tom raised his hand and slipped it behind Nick's neck pulling his head down until he could lean up and kiss him. The force of the kiss pushed his head back on the bed and his other hand moved over Nick's back, letting his fingers dance a little over his back several times before gently scratching from the neck down to the crevice where his arse began. Nick made a noise half way between a moan and groan, his cock jumped as the action seemed to ignite every nerve ending in his body. Tom's other hand retained the firm grip around the neck forcing Nick to continue kissing him as now moved his other hand back up along his spine. Teasing Nick in to a delirious state, his cock glistening from precum secreting with Tom's actions. The game went on for a ages as they teased each other, both knew it was coming and sensing that it was going to be one hell of a rough ride when it did. Across the other side of the palace in the west wing and subdued lighting in the prince's bedroom he ran his hands down the light hair adorning the chest then up and down the tattooed shoulder and arm. Straddled across Max looking down Alex was so aroused he was having a hard time resisting from touching his cock.

------- Chapter 3.2 - Two lines or Four? ------- Monday evening Ric was studying and his phone buzzed. He looked and saw a message from Taylor. "Got a minute to talk?" he asked. Ric looked over and Eddy was on his bed, tapping out a paper on his laptop. "Sure. Give me 5" Ric replied. He tossed on some sweatpants, a tank and his sandals before he went down to the main floor and found a quiet corner. Ric called Taylor back and he answered after the first ring. "Hi. Thanks for calling me back right away. I... Uh... thought about our conversation yesterday and stopped at the drug store on my way home. I got one of those home HIV tests. Do you know if those things are any good?" Taylor asked nervously. Ric took a deep breath and figured where this was going. "Those things usually have a disclaimer that they can give false results, but I've heard they're pretty accurate. Why? Did you take it?" Ric asked. He heard a long pause and Taylor said "Yeah" but nothing more. "What did it say?" Ric asked after several seconds of silence. "I got 2 lines. I think that means positive" Taylor said softly. Ric knew from a few of the guys he had infected how the tests worked, but didn't want to sound like he was an expert from all of the guys that were now carrying his bug. "It's ok. Don't freak out. From what I read, those things only show positive after a few months and can be wrong too. The only real way to find out is by getting a blood draw and having a lab do a different test. There's a clinic not too far from campus" Ric said calmly. There was silence on the phone and after a few moments he asked "Taylor? You still there?" "Yeah. I... uh... just didn't expect this. Do you mean I could have been positive for months? It wasn't from yesterday's fuck?" Taylor asked. Ric smiled, knowing that he and his dad could have pozzed Taylor in the Spring. Or maybe some other guy that bred him after that. "It's possible it happened a while ago. No test would show in only a day or two. Do you always fuck raw?" Ric asked. "Hookups never... Except with you. After we fucked, I was safe for a month and then went back to raw with guys I know and safe with hookups" Taylor replied "So... have you topped guys raw since we fucked last Spring?" Ric then asked. He heard a sigh and then Taylor said "A few guys, including Peter." "Things will be ok. Don't worry. The clinic on West Street is good and you can confirm the home test there. They also have a free testing night over at the bathhouse on Wednesdays, but I don't know what kind of test they do there. Maybe you can go there and get retested. You should probably take Peter, too" Ric said. "Oh fuck. He's gonna be so pissed. You heard him last night" Taylor said. There was a pause before Taylor continued "Uh... I think the bathhouse is probably best before I... uh, we go to the clinic. They won't ask a million questions there." "It's not a million... just a few hundred" Ric replied, trying add some levity to the conversation. With no laugh from Taylor, he added "Seriously, they're really nice. Uh... I can go with you on Wednesday, if you want. I don't have anything planned that night" as he searched on his phone for the bathhouse's website. "Their site says testing is from 7pm to 10pm. Have you ever been there?" Ric asked. "Yeah, a few times. If you wouldn't mind going along, I'd appreciate it. I can't get there until about eight though. Is that too late?" Taylor asked, somberly. "No, that's good. I don't have an early class on Thursday. I'll meet you on the corner at eight and we can go in together. See you then" Ric said. Taylor and Peter were standing on the corner when Ric walked up right on time. Both looked really nervous but Peter also gave him an evil stare. "Hey guys. No matter what you'll be fine. The site says it's half price before nine, so let's go" Ric said. They walked up to the door and went inside. Ric pulled out his discount card and asked the attendant "Do they need to pay the cover if they are just here for the test?" He glanced back and saw Hector dressed in scrubs sitting at a table talking to a guy with just a towel around his waist. "Yeah, but if they just stand around the table and leave after they get the results, we'll refund it" was the response. "Cool. I have this card and I'll pay for theirs" Ric said, passing the card and their 3 IDs over. The guy quickly looked at the IDs and then closely at the card. "Damn, you got it quick" the attendant said, grinning back at Ric. "Uh... no charge for the three of you unless you want a room. Hope you tagged em good. Towels are around the side" the guy said, winking at Ric as he slid the card and IDs back. Ric grabbed 3 towels and turned back to the guys. "I had a card for free entry and it covered you guys too. Follow me" Ric said as he handed a towel to Taylor and one to Peter. He walked over to the table with the other two behind him. "Hola Hector. My friends need to get tested. It sounds like its been a long time for both of them. Is this the quick swab test or a blood test?" Hector looked at him a second and then asked "Ric?" Ric nodded back to him, smiling. "Glad you could come. We do the quick tests here. We tried doing the other one and it was a nightmare. Someone stole a box of syringes and only a couple guys called for results" Hector said. Hector motioned for him to come closer. In Spanish, Hector whispered to Ric "If you infected these guys since classes started, the test will likely show negative. They need to wait a bit longer before the antibodies will be there for the test to find." Ric replied "I know. I fucked the darker haired guy in the Spring. He got a positive result with a drug store test Monday. He has been fucking the other guy, so I think both might be poz." Hector smiled and said "Maybe some others too. Good work. Oh, and thanks for those other two referrals from your old clinic. They're really cute and horny. One was hitting on me pretty hard." Ric laughed, figuring that Joe was being his usual self. He leaned back and grinned back at Hector. In English, Hector said to Taylor and Peter "Gentlemen, are you going to wait for your results or take advantage of the facility?" "Uh, I think I'll wait" Peter said. Taylor started to nod and Ric said "They got a sauna here, right? You got in for free so try and relax in the steam room. You don't have to fuck around, just chill." Hector nodded in agreement as he opened the two test kits. He called Taylor around to the side and swabbed away. "I need a name for the test. You can use your name or something else if you want it more anonymous. Mickey Mouse is popular, but he's already been here today" Hector said with a laugh. "Donald Duck, I guess" was Taylor's sullen response. Peter was next and gave "Bart Simpson" for a name. "You too, Ric. Let's make sure these tests are good" Hector said. Ric chuckled and got swabbed. "Bender for me" Ric replied. "Come back in at least 45 minutes. If you see someone at the table, please wait. We try to keep things as private as we can, given the surroundings" Hector told them before Ric followed the signs to the locker room with Taylor and Peter walking slowly behind him. They stripped and Ric stuffed their clothes in a locker, snapping the lock shut. As Ric stood up he found Hector behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. In Spanish he whispered to Ric "Short redhead, eagle tattoo on his chest. Unhappy he was neg again. You should give him a gift." Ric turned and nodded with a sly grin. Taylor led the way toward the steam room and as the other two went inside, Ric said "I'm going to look around. See you in a few." Once he was away from the steam room, Ric pulled his towel off and tossed it over his shoulder, letting everyone see his biohazard tat. He followed the hallways around, looking into the open rooms hoping to find his short redhead. There were a few guys laying back or on all fours in their rooms, waiting, but none seemed to be who he was looking for. He found some glory holes and one guy waiting patiently for something to suck. Finally, he spotted his prey walking out of the showers. The guy looked around and headed into the dark room. "I guess he wants a surprise then" Ric said to himself. A few seconds later, he followed the guy inside and there was just enough light to see his outline. The redhead climbed on a bench with his ass hanging off. Ric made his way further in and found no one else in the room. He went back and rubbed his hands over the guy's ass before slipping his finger along the crack. His hole felt slightly damp from the shower or sweat and Ric growled in a deep voice "You don't want this cock dry. Suck me first." The guy scrambled off the bench, getting on his knees and felt around before finding Ric's cock in the dark. "Oh shit!" the guy said as he wrapped his hand around the base and leaned in, starting to lap his tongue over the tip. Slowly the guy started sucking, but couldn't get more than four inches in. His teeth were scraping too and Ric knew that it was pointless to let the guy go much further. "Lick it 'n get some spit on there or you know what this cock is going to do to that pretty little ass" Ric said, still forcing his voice lower than normal. He felt the guy spit a few times on the shaft and then push the saliva over the head and foreskin with his tongue. Once there was some spit covering all of his shaft Ric asked "You wanna get fucked?" "Yyyyyyes, sir" the guy's voice nervously squeaked out. "Back on the bench then" Ric said. Just like when he fucked Taylor in the Spring, Ric wasn't planning on being gentle. He wanted to wreck this hole and mark it for good with his bug flowing through the guy's veins. Hopefully soon he would find out he'd joined the club. The bottom hurriedly assumed the position he was in only five minutes earlier. Ric spit on his fingers and then found the tight hole, working some saliva in. He knew that the guy wasn't lubed enough but positioned his cock against the pucker anyway. He dripped a few more gobs of spit down with only one hitting the tip of his dick, not surprising due to the lack of light. One hand reached around and covered the redhead's mouth and the other braced on his shoulder. "FUCK!" the bottom screamed out into Ric's hand as he breached the hole. He felt the guys body quiver and then stabbed in another inch. A few more repeats and then Ric pulled back. The next jab sent a few inches back into the tight tunnel and another scream into his hand. Ric chuckled. With as much pain as he was inflicting, the guy wasn't fighting him off or trying to escape. He was sure the guy prayed that every bare cock that fucked him was the one that was going to give him the bug he so desperately wanted. It took a few minutes, but Ric was able to get a good rhythm going. His pre and the stretched hole was finally making it easier to fuck the guy. While he wasn't going to go balls deep, he knew that the chaser was torn up inside and would be feeling this fuck for a few days. When the screams had subsided, Ric began plowing faster. He pulled his hand from the guy's mouth when it had finally dropped to a whimper. Ric jabbed his cock in until he hit the wall and the guy cried out again. He stayed planted a few moments and then began with slow, firm thrusts. Both of his hands were on the bottom's shoulders and he kept up a relentless pounding. A few more minutes and he felt the impending orgasm rise. A loud whimper came out of the bottom as he felt Ric's cock thicken followed by spurts of viral cum flooding his wrecked chute. Ric grunted as each shot fired off until the last few dribbles emptied into the doomed hole. He slowly pulled out and slapped the guy's ass. "Thanks" he said as he headed back toward the door. Ric hurried over to the shower area and rinsed off, watching cum and traces of blood run down the drain. When his cock had finally softened, he dried off and headed back towards the steam room. He saw the redhead stagger out of the dark room on his way and the guy stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, staring back at Ric. He could tell that the guy was fixated on his biohazard tat and cock. "I need that" the guy begged. "Sorry, I can't. Maybe next time" Ric said in his normal voice, hoping the guy didn't recognize him. "Ok... Name the day and time. Please? I need a poz load in me so bad" the guy begged. Ric shook his head and said "I might be back next week. Try then." He walked past the guy, smelling the cum wafting off his body. Taylor and Peter were laying against the back wall of the sauna as Ric walked up. "All relaxed?" Ric asked "Not really" Peter replied, nervously. "Lets go and see if its one or two" Ric said. They wandered back to the clinic's table, towels wrapped around their waists. Hector took each behind a curtain, Taylor first and then Peter and gave them the news that the test was positive. Both looked stunned and Ric was the last one. Once out of sight, Hector told Ric "No immaculate recovery, you're still poz." Ric smiled and said quietly to Hector "The redhead was really fuckin tight and doesn't suck very good. But he's full of cum and pretty sore. He might be a sick puppy in a few weeks." Hector grinned back and then the two walked back to the table. Hector handed Ric a few test kits. "Use these if you need to. No sense in them paying for these at the store, but send the poz ones over to the clinic to verify, please" Hector told him. Ric found Taylor and Peter waiting for him in the locker room and both still looked shaken. "Did he tell you to go to the clinic to get a blood test to make sure?" Ric asked and both nodded 'yes'. They dressed and as they left Ric stopped at the attendant's booth and asked "Is that card good just for Wednesdays or any day?" The guy laughed and replied "For you, any day. Just keep fucking like that."

I have been horny all week and striking out left and right. I finally got bred today. A traveling business man invited me to his room at the Hyatt, and asked me to bring lube. I told him to just spit on my hole, but he insisted on lube. So I put on a jockstrap grabbed lube and poppers and headed his way. He left the door ajar and lights low. I took a sniff of poppers before I entered the room. He was waiting on the bed. Naked and hard. I made eye contact with him then stripped to my jock. I took another hit of poppers and jumped on the bed to work his cock over with my moth. His cock 7” cut fit in my mouth perfectly. By the sounds of him moaning he enjoyed it as much as I did. Finally I could not take it any more, I backed my ass up to the edge of the bed and shouted “fuck me!” When he got off the bed to get behind me he asked for the lube. I reluctantly went to my jacket to get the bottle. But with it being so dark I could not find it, and he agreed to spit. I got down on my knees to get his cock wet again and I bent over the bed. He put his cock on my hole and I pushed back and took it in one go. Thr next 5 minutes was spent taking huge hits of poppers and egging him in, begging for his load. Being a good piggy bottom. Grilling his cock with the muscles deep in my ass every time he pushed deep. I loved when he pressed down on the small of my back fucking me harder every time I clamped my hole down on his cock. I felt his balls tighten up, and his breathing get shallow. As he moaned “take my load.” He kept his cock inside me after he came. I love when a top stays in me, pushing their cum deeper into my hole. I kept flexing my sphincter muscles to massage his still hard cock. He kept slowly pumping his cum deeper and deeper into my hole, while I reached behind me and grabbed his ass to feel the length of his cock deeper inside me. Then he started to thrust his hips again. Staying out slow, quickly picking up pace. I felt his cock harden, and I reached for the brown bottle. We both got verbal again, him calling me a cum dump slut, and me begging for his second load. Again I feel his balls tighten and then felt him filling my guts a second time. This time he did not stay inside me long. He pulled out, smacked my ass and told me to leave. I left the hotel feeling his leaking out of my hole, soaking the straps of my jock.

After a few messages on a hookup app, a nervous top finally decided his need outweighed his fear of getting caught. He decided on the men's room at a local department store. I would go in first. tell him it's clear and then he would come in, step into my stall and feed me. Very discreet. Everything went smooth, the store is suffering a pandemic lack of business and the men's room was vacant. I set up in the back stall. Sent the message and waited. Heard the door, and then the stall door opened. Took him no time to pull out his cock and feed it to me. Nice cock, clean and hard already. He had hit on me because of my love of facials and he wanted to cum on my face. It didn't take long and he pulled his cock out and blasted my face! Must of been a while because he shot all over my face! And then his guilt kicked in, he zipped up and was gone before I could say thanks! Just as I pulled the wet wiped and paper towels out of my pocket to clean up, the stall door opens and another guy is standing there, stroking another nice cock! He askes if I want more. He must have heard us? I said yes and he stepped in and fed me his cock before I could clean up from the first one! I love sucking cock and cum! I love sucking cock with cum on my face! He pulled his cock out several times and used the head of his cock to scoop up cum on my face and feed it to me. He kept pulling his cock back and teasing me with it, asking me if I wanted his cum! And then he finally came, blasting my face again! He too came a lot, covering me again! Then used his cock to smear it all over my face! Cumslut heaven! Two nice cum loads in a few minutes. Two strangers cumming on my face. Before leaving he handed me a card with his email on it, thanked me and was gone. I used the sink and literally took a shower in the restroom to clean up. But I could still smell and taste the cum on the way home! I love cum!

Thank you all for reading the introduction so far. Your encouragement is greatly appreciated, and I hope this is a story that you follow! This next chapter features some more exposition before getting into the sex, but I hope you find it worthwhile. I'm planning on posting once or twice a week for a few months to tell this story – your reactions, ideas, notes, and critiques are welcome! Chapter One: My First Date The concert couldn’t come fast enough. I practically lived in the recital hall between rehearsals with the orchestra and personal practice I was doing, I felt I could do little but eat, sleep, and breathe music. I won’t bore you with a long description of a long concert, but at the end I felt flushed with pride in our performance and emotionally and physically exhausted. We stood to take our bow and received rapturous applause. I thought I could just make out Blake’s face in the back of the balcony, but the glare of the stage lights made me unsure. After climbing down from the organ loft and running through the dressing room to grab my coat and bags, I walked out to the lobby where I saw Blake’s back through the crowd. I swear the man was wearing a Tom Ford suit, it looked so perfectly crafted for him. He was scanning the crowd looking for me, and when he turned I saw his eyes light up, then I saw the flowers he was holding in his hand. I felt myself trotting over to him and blushing as he presented me the bouquet of roses and lilies. “I got these for you,” he said, putting his arm around my back. I blushed deeply and blurted out, “you know, lilies represent death.” What the actual fuck. I am such an unfortunate nerd. I felt Blake’s back stiffen next to me. I hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, I love the flowers. I’m just not very coherent after a concert.” He still looked like he felt some shame, so I leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “honestly, I’m making a total ass of myself. I only have two talents: music and being able to say the exact wrong thing in any situation.” I could feel his cheeks move into a grin as I took a long, soft inhale through my nose. God this boy is perfect. “You must be hungry,” he said grabbing my wrist like he did the night we met. “We should find some food.” I knew that a lot of the orchestra members were going to a catered dinner that night at a nearby ballroom, but I wanted something more intimate. “How do you feel about breakfast for supper?” “Sounds good to me,” Blake said, “lead on.” I pulled him through the crowd and down to my car. “Hop in. We can pick up your car later tonight.” He got into my beat up Camry and buckled his seat belt. We drove out to an old greasy spoon diner a couple of miles from the concert hall. It was awkward between us — he clearly didn’t want to mess anything up. Walking into the diner, there was just one man nursing his cup of coffee in the corner with a waitress and cook behind the bar. Soft country music played from a juke box in the corner and the place smelled of bacon, waffles, and grease; the smells only pleasant in a diner. We grabbed a booth and ordered. I couldn’t even tell you what I ate that night, all I know is that my exhaustion melted away. Blake’s eyes sparkled at me the whole time, we made easy conversation and smiled at each other — I couldn’t help it. We had finished our meal a half hour previously and I didn’t even realize that we had begun to rub our feet and ankles together under the table. At one point I bolted upright and exclaimed, “sorry, I have to run to the bathroom really quickly, I will be right back.” (Drinking four glasses of water will do that to a man.) When I came back to the table, Blake was gathering my coat and scarf. “I’ve taken care of the check, shall we head out?” What a fucking gentleman. I’ll admit, I was totally smitten. The car ride back to the recital hall was almost silent. Energy crackled between us, keeping the hair on the back of my neck sticking straight up. We got to his car when he turned to me and asked, “do you have a key to get into the hall after hours?” I fished around in my wallet and pulled out a pass card. “Sure, did you leave something behind?” “No, I’d just love for you to show me the organ.” “Well, if you wanted to see my organ all you needed to do was ask,” I laughed. He blushed that time and I popped open the car door. “Come on! I’d be happy to show you!” We scampered inside the hall and I brought him through the dressing room hallway into the auditorium. The organ loft has a great view of the stage below and the audience seats. I was just turning the organ on when I felt him right behind me, bumping into my butt. Turning around, his entire body was so close I could have licked his shirt. I stared him straight in the eye and leaned in. Kissing Blake was like nothing else I had ever experienced. It was like hot and cold at the same time, like the air was gone from the room and the only thing that would save me was the connection of our tongues in each other’s mouths. I felt his hand come up and rub my head through my hair. I could barely stand, my entire body committing to being a part of him. We broke apart to breathe for a moment. The gentle twinkle was gone from his eyes and all I saw was an intense hunger. “Look at me,” Blake said in a commanding whisper. As I was staring into his eyes, I felt his hand cup the front of my pants and run between my legs. I moaned gently and bit my lip. This just made him move against me more. I could feel the definition of his abs and pecs through our suits. I reached up a hand and grabbed for a button. Miracle of miracles, he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. I made quick work ripping his shirt open and feeling his abs. The way they moved under his skin as he breathed, still rubbing my crotch and taint through my clothes. A thin film of sweat was lubricating my hand as I explored his chest. I broke eye contact to give his neck a little lick, up to his jaw bone. Now was his turn to moan, and I could feel the vibrations travel through my tongue. How had I gone from never kissing a boy to having this hot foreplay? He removed his hand from my crotch and grabbed my face. Looking straight into my eyes he asked, “do you want this?” I moaned an affirmative response. “If you want this, you need to know that it will change your life forever. Are you sure?” In my defense, I was a total newbie at this whole physical experience thing, but I couldn’t think of any reason to say no. Least of all did I want him to know this would be my first fuck. “Just take me.” And take me he did. In what seemed like one motion he whipped off my jacket, opened my shirt, and undid my belt. He began to kiss me deeply as he opened the fly to my pants, reaching into the damp warmth of my crotch to pull at my Calvin Klein briefs. My brain was fogged with lust and I just moaned into his throat. Blake wasn’t long on ceremony, though, as he was soon inhaling deeply from my underwear and giving me playful nibbles along the waist band. I kept running my fingers through his hair until he suddenly yanked my underwear down. My cock smacked my abs and instantly started drooling precum. I’m not particularly gifted in the cock department, but I have a respectable 7” dick with a slight upward curve at the end. My foreskin is intact but largely peeled back in my excitement. I keep my pubes trimmed and out of the way and don’t have any other body hair to speak of. I’m definitely the archetype twink. Blake growled and attacked my dick with his mouth. My eyes rolled and my head lolled back as I could barely contain the sensations I was feeling. I was leaned back against the side of the organ case, with a gorgeous man diligently sucking my dick, while I could barely breathe. Blake suddenly stopped and looked up. He looked like an animal — hair and eyes wild with lust, his shirt half off his back, and an obscenely large bulge occupying the front of his suit pants. “Turn around.” The command came as a bit of a surprise, and I turned my back to him. He slowly spread my cheeks and massaged my ass. I could hear him mumbling something behind me, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. I suddenly gasped as his tongue started at my taint and swiped over my hole. “Oh my god that felt fucking good!” Blake seemed to purr with delight. He continued to push into my ass with his tongue. Every moment of this night was better than the last. Just a few hours ago I was standing right here taking a bow after a performance. “Are you ready?” Blake’s question woke me out of my bliss. “Take me over, Blake.” I half moaned, half cried. Before I could take a breath, his cock head pierced my hole for the first time. My body immediately reacted to the foreign intrusion. I convulsed as my hole tried to close around the cock head probing my hole. Blake roughly grabbed my shoulder for leverage and with a growl rammed in again. I felt tears start rolling down my face as my body began to give in to the assault. I was in so much pain and was so happy. Blake kept hammering into my hole and I felt the tip of his cock getting deeper and deeper. How big was he? I still hadn’t felt his pubes brush my (until now) virgin ass. Blake began to pull out with longer strokes and shove his cock in until he broke through a second spot of resistance and slid home. I was gurgling incoherently as his dick filled me with so many feelings. I felt full, like I had to pee, like I was being split in two, like my body didn’t know what to do with itself — and I loved it! The pain slowly ebbed and the glories of a dick pushing past the prostate in long, deep strokes took over. I was sweating, panting, totally consumed by the feelings Blake was giving me. He kept muttering to himself and dicking me down. My body convulsed and I looked down to see that I had sprayed the side of the organ with my own cum. Fuck! I didn’t even touch my dick! The convulsion seemed to stir the beast pounding my hole because he started to seriously hammer my hole. I cried out in surprise and his hand left my shoulder and closed around my throat. I could feel Blake shift his weight behind me and lean up to my ear, “Paul, you fucking gorgeous man. You will live with this night for the rest of your life. You gave yourself to me, and now I am going to give myself to you. You WILL be mine.” I was struggling to breathe and began to slip out of consciousness. The last things I heard before the darkness of unconsciousness gripped me was Blake moaning, “take my seed, I am a part of you forever,” as somewhere deep inside my core I could feel a dick pulsing inside me. When I finally came to, I was sprawled out in the organ loft of the performance hall, my clothes wrinkled and discarded in every direction, my underwear around my ankles still in my shoes. I thought to myself, “well, I guess you found out that you are the kind of guy who gets fucked on the first date.” I chuckled as I tried to sit up. My ass was on fire. I reached down and felt around my hole. I massaged my hole trying to cool it down. When I brought my hand back up to my face, I saw that it was covered in dark pink juices. Feeling uncontrollably horny, I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted the sweet mixture of Blake and myself mixed together. The true essence of a man. His musk, his spunk, his most intimate gift. I was flying. My first date, my first kiss, and my first fuck all in one night, after the triumph of an amazing concert. The concert. Fuck! I quickly collected my clothes and tried to brush out the wrinkles. Dashing to the bathroom, I picked up some paper towels and went back to wipe the cum off the organ. Jesus, there was so much cum. Trying not to look like I just woke up after passing out during a fuck, I collected what little dignity I had left and walked back to my car. It was only when I was hanging my clothes up to take to the dry cleaners (who knew how difficult it was to get ass juice out of a wool suit) when I noticed a neatly folded piece of paper in my inside jacket pocket. I pulled it out and unfolded the note Blake must have slipped in my jacket as he left. The note was beautifully written in an old-fashioned cursive: ‘Paul, thank you for an amazing night. I hope you weren’t scared or permanently hurt. I have never felt so sure that something was right as when I was inside of you. If you could, please call me so we can talk this week. Hope to see you soon. - Blake’ I fell into bed, still reeking of sex, still feeling like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. A beautiful man wanted me. A beautiful man took me. And now, this beautiful man wants to see me again. I’d wash the sheets and take a long shower tomorrow, but for tonight I fell asleep gently massaging my tender ass and moaning his name. “Blake, I’m cumming for you.”

After the massage he offered his shower. I picked my clothes and phone and went in and it had more erotic painting of men on his bathroom wall. I looked at them and they got me a little aroused. They were very sensual pics of nude men with thick cocks. I went in and started to take a nice hot shower when he came in and opened the door to the shower and asked if he could come in too. He said he had a lot of cum to wash off. Before he could step in, I leaned forward and licked all the cum off his stomach, he then pushed me on my knees and pushed his now semihard cock in my mouth. I gladly opened my mouth and suck on his thick cock. I managed to get most of it in my mouth and in my throat. He moaned and said, "Oh good boy, suck it.". I sucked more and got some precum running out. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way in and it hit the back of my throat and i gagged. He said softly," Relax and take it in". I went back down and relaxed my mouth and let it hit the back of my throat and took it all in. "Ohhhh thats its your mouth is like a tight pussy", he moaned. That was music to my ears. I wanted to more of his cock in my throat, i wanted it all including his balls. I sucked and swallowed it all. He in turn started doing a slow rhythmic pump in my throat. I opened my throat and took it in and learned to breathe to keep letting him fuck my mouth and then stuck my tongue out to lick his balls as they banged against my chin. Then he suddenly stopped pulled his hard thick cock out of my mouth with a huge glob of spit connecting with my mouth. He stood me up as if i was a rag doll then pushed my up against the shower wall pressed his body against my back and put his cock at my hole. I yelled, " No not without a condom please.". He pushed in and the head of his cock slipped in and with his left hand he grabbed my nipples and worked them over and his right hand grabbed my cock and started stroking it all the while nibbling at my neck. I couldn't help myself i just leaned back. In doing so 2 things happened. One is i slid further back on his hard pole and let out a moan, two is he got more access to my neck and started kissing and chewing on it and just melted. I turned my head we kissed and out tongues where widly doing a dance. All the while he kept pumping me. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah it feels so good. I never thought it could feel this good.", I said. "Oh yeah you like a bare cock in you don't you, you little whore.", he said. He kept pumping in me. It felt amazing to really feel his cock in me, pulsing, fucking me. Yet in the back of my mind i couldn't help worry about getting fucked bare. BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ BZZZZZ. What the hell.....oh my clock alarm on my phone went off. It was to remind me to pick up my friend from work. The alarm kept going off and it was loud and irritating. As so i pushed back and he stopped fucking me. I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and turned off the alarm. Having my head clear I told him that i have to go and pick up my friend. He was there stroking his hard cock, "You sure you dont want to jump back on and finish the ride?", he said. He could see the lust in my eyes. I said, "Yes i need to go". I can't tell you how difficult that was. I so wanted to be bent over and fucked hard, as my own cock was hard, but needed to go. I got dressed, left the money and told him thank you.

Get yourself a rosebud pump from Mr. S, LA Pumpworks, or Thickwall cylinders. Once you've done a bit of warm up stretching, put the pump on and gently pull your meat out.

Criteria for good hole: 1) Has to be clean; nothing kills my boner more than the smell of sex shit. When mixed with lube, it really turns me off. 2) Its loose enough to penetrate without much effort, but controlled enough so the bottom tightens at the right times. 3) Cum, cum, cum. The more cum in the hole, the better it feels. That's when I really start being verbal about how good a hole is. 4) Just enough cushion for pushin. I hate fucking hard and hitting into a bony ass. But if its too big, I don't get in deep enough.

Rob’s Break Going home, to my asshole of a dad, is never a fun time. He had me start wrestling my freshman year to “Make a Man of me”; little did he know it helped me become the gay man I am today. All that rolling around with other horny teens only got our hormones raging. It was with my team mate Rich, who was a few months older than me, that I discovered what pleasures a male can share with another male. It all started one afternoon as the JV had finished practice and Rich and I were the last to be in the locker room. We were in the shower and Rich just started Jerking his cock under the hot water. I watched him and my own cock grew hard as he slowly stroked his cock. I walked over to him and looked down at his cock and the hand stroking it. He took my hand and brought it to his cock, replacing his with mine. He then reached over and grabbed my cock, stroking it. This was the first time I had touched another cock and had anyone else touch mine. It felt amazing! Far too quickly I felt that I was going to explode. I said something and quickly Rich dropped to his knees and without missing a stroke put the tip of my cock into his mouth. I tried to pull away, I was about to cum, but he kept my cock firmly in his mouth as my balls tightened and I shot. He swallowed every drop of my cum, then when it started getting sensitive, he released my cock with a plop and stood back up. He was still stroking, and shortly he said he was going to cum too. I felt I owed him, so dropped down and took him into my mouth. I had never had a penis in my mouth, let alone what I was about to get shot into my mouth. About as soon as my lips closed on his cock, he began to shoot his load. It filled my mouth and I had to quickly swallow or it would all come out. I did, and from that moment on, I knew that I was going to enjoy the taste of cum. He left his cock in my mouth as it softened and I made sure I got every drop of his seed. I stood up and he punched me gently in the shoulder, that sign of manly affection I guess. After that day, we would purposely wait till the others had left, then our ritual of jerking each other and swallowing the cum would happen in the shower. It was perfect till the day we were caught. I was on my knees getting Rich’s load when a few of the upper classmen came around the corner and saw it all. I was mortified, as was Rich, but they were excited. “What do we have here?” said one with blonde hair “Looks like a faggot servicing cock.” Said one of the other guys. “Well, since he is on his knees already, he can take care of us; right guys?” said blondie They quickly got their cocks out and approached us. Blondie grabbed my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was soon sucking his cock as I was afraid of what they would do to me if I didn’t. The other two went over to Rich and pushed him to his knees and told him to suck their cocks. They all took turns with both of us, having us suck their cocks. Blondie was the first to shoot and he shoved my face to his pubes as he fired his cum down my throat. The other two soon followed, Rich getting one and the other finishing in me. After that day, we had a new ritual; we would suck each other off while those three upper classmen, and sometimes a few of their buddies, watched, then we would service all of them and take all their cum. One day, one of the buddies was impatient for his turn so he got behind me, got me up on all fours, and shoved his cock into my ass. I had never been fucked before, and the pain was excruciating. He told me to shut up and take it, and to get back to sucking. Thankfully, he did not last long and was soon shooting his load into my ass. This opened up a new venue for these guys, and after that not only did we orally service them, but also would get fucked by them. One night, as we left the gym, I confided in Rich that it had started out as something between just us two, but that I kinda liked having all the guys use me. Rich agreed with me, that it was kinda hot having those upperclassmen jocks use us like they did. That was the first night that Rich and I swapped loads and became fuck buddies for the rest of the time we were in High School. It all ended when we went to separate schools. Rich had confided in me towards the end of our senior year that he was sneaking out and getting men to fuck him hoping that he could become HIV positive. If my Dad have ever known about what happened after Wrestling, he would have freaked out that his son was the locker room slut along with his best friend/boyfriend, but he just saw how good I was at the Wrestling, and that is all he cared about. That his son was having sex with his team mates did not register. That his son was having sex with one of his team mates did not register with him. So, Thanksgiving. Another week at home, my father pestering me about how wrestling and my grades were coming along. It sucked that I could say nothing about Tom, other than he was my roommate. But when I finally could, I got out of the house to visit Rich. I was nervous walking up to the door of Rich’s house, wondering if he was still the same as me, loving sex with other males. I knocked on the door and a few minutes later, Rich’s mom answered the door. “Good Evening Mrs. Miles, is Rich around?” “Well, Hello Robert, Yes he is up in his room, Go on up, I am sure he will be glad to see you.” She said. “Thank you.” I said as I walked around her and up the stairs to Rich’s Room. I reached the closed door to Rich’s Room and knocked. The door opened, and there stood Rich in a ratty pair of shorts and no shirt. His chest looked as beautiful as I remembered. His trim stomach has a beautiful treasure trail that disappeared into his shorts. I wanted to drop to the floor, reach into those shorts and start sucking that cock that I knew was in them. “Hey Rob, Mom let you in?” Rich asked as he opened the door and motioned me in. The small room brought back many memories of what we had done in younger days on that bed. “Yes, told me I could find you up here. What you been up to?” “Not much, killing time here at home.” “Cool, I couldn’t take one more minute in the house with my dad, so thought I’d come over and see if you were home and wanted to do something.” Rich’s eyes kinda lit up at the mention of doing something. “What you have in mind, bud?” He sat on the bed and I joined him, our knees touching. I put my hand on his knee, rubbing a small circle as we looked at each other. “Well, if you want, we can do what we used to do, swap a couple of loads.” I said finally, breaking the silence. “My parents are downstairs, we’d have to be quiet.” “And before we do, there is something I need to tell you. I met a guy when I started college, another wrestler, and we’ve been fucking around, along with other guys on the team. Know how we used to talk about if it happens, it happens?” He nodded at my statement. “Well, Tom met some gifters, and after he became infected, he and his breeders infected me too.” “So you mean, you are HIV positive?” Rich asked, and I nodded affirmative. “Well, the hell with me fucking you, you need to get that poz cock in me and knock me up. I have been in a wasteland at college, barely getting any cock or ass.” Rich pulled me to him, and we kissed as our cocks ground against each other in the fabric of our clothes. Our tongues fought against each other as we groped and fondled each other. My hand went down the back of his shorts and boxers, working his hole open with my fingers. There was already lube on his hole, must have been using a dildo on himself. He broke the kiss and turning onto his belly, he pulled the back of his shorts and boxers down, exposing his hole. “Get that toxic cock in me and breed me deep.” Rich told me. I pulled my cock out the fly, just in case his mom knocked we could separate quickly. I was soon pounding my buddy’s hole and quickly felt my load building, ready to infect him. “You sure you want this? I am toxic and have already infected a few guys.” I said “Fuck! Breed me with that toxic cum! Knock me up buddy!” Rich said as I shoved all the way in and began shooting my virus laden seed deep inside his ass. As my last spurts went into my buddy’s ass, I collapsed on top of him. And then felt his hole spasm around my cock as he shot a load completely untouched. I slowly pulled out, and Rich flipped over. The front of his shorts was a mess, but we kissed and then laughed a bit at his condition. He quickly stripped and threw on another pair of boxers and shorts in case his mom came up. ‘You going to be ready soon to give me another dose of that cum?” Rich asked me. “Give me about five minutes of kissing and I will be rock hard again for your ass.” I told him. About a half hour later, when his mom came up to ask if I was staying for dinner, I had planted another load in his unprotected ass, and then again right before we went down for dinner. It was funny to know he was sitting there talking about school and everything with my poz loads doing their job in his body; his parents having no clue what we had been doing. I ended up staying over till about 2 am, chatting about school and wresting, and all that stuff we needed to catch up on between our fuck sessions. In that time, I gave him four more of my loads, and ended up taking one of his down my throat and one in my ass. Hopefully when I see him at Christmas, he will have been given a great Gift from me.

So I agreed with this guy on Grindr and I asked him if he had condoms before leaving and he said yes. When I arrived at his place, he said: “do you want to smoke 🪴” and I accepted. After, we started kissing and two minutes after his dick was in my mouth. Then he said let me fuck you, and started playing with my ass. Suddenly I saw he was trying to get inside without a condom. ”Don’t forget the condom” I said and he continued “don’t worry I’ll wear it in a bit, I’m just playing”. 30 seconds after, the tip of his dick was inside of me. I asked him again for the condom. he stopped went to his closet and took a condom, lube and the poppers. “Have you ever tried these?” He said pointing to the poppers. “I haven’t” I replied. then he gave me the poppers and said “try it” while pushing his cock against my hole. When I hit the poppers I forgot about the condoms and 30 after his raw dick was all inside of me. ”Try it again” he said and I said “I will after you put the condom” he replied saying “don’t worry, I’m just playing it is just the tip”. I hit the poppers again and next he was fucking me hard with is raw dick. I was high on weed and poppers he was a muscular daddy and I was so fucking turned on watching the condom next to me and that beast raping me raw. I hit the poppers one last time and two mins after he was dropping his load inside of me. ”Oh shit I came in you, sorry, couldn’t resist, next time I’ll wear a condom I promise” He just raped me and I loved it. there was no next time, and since then I’ve been fucking raw. Now I’m addicted to guys cumming I my ass.

I haven't posted for quite a while on this thread but I need to.... So yesterday I went in to my local STD clinic for my routine check up. I waited a while as they had forgotten about me. Then a guy came out to say Have you been seen yet? Nope, not yet, I replied. He took my file to a room and in less than a minute another guy came out and called my name. I went in to his little office, noticed he was sort of checking me out. He got me to go get the blood tests and to do the swabs and said he would do the questionnaire after I came back which I thought was odd and opposite. Did all that, came back and we chatted. He asked the usual questions and when I said oh I only gutted fucked BB, he asked where. I said at parties or grindr or sex clubs or living where I do I really only have to open my door, to which he replied, I hope I'll be invited in when I walk down your street..... He was so cute too, so I said so, he leaned over and started to kiss me. I kissed back and I presume when he got up he locked his door but to be honest I didn't notice. One thing led to another and all of a sudden I was on my knees sucking his pretty impressive thick dick. I thought, OK, he'll blow down my throat so I said, I hope you breed me sometime to which he replied, I'm gonna breed you now.... I was like, I'm not sure I'm "ready" for that and he told me to shut up, got me up and pulled my pants down and had me lean over his desk. He lapped up at my hole for a while and jacked himself off and I made note not to make a sound as I really wanted to moan. He tried then to fuck me but because of being nervous I was too tight and told him to get some lube. He used spit instead and still I couldn't take him so he then grabbed some lube a from his bowl of lube and condoms and he pushed in and filled me up to the hilt. He fucked a little too hard since I wasn't relaxed (and didn't have my poppers) and kept ramming onto my second hole, so I kept raising up to make it easier and he kept pushing me down so he could get further in (bad bottom I know). I could feel cold sweats on my back and my heart was racing. I kept thinking I hope the door is locked. After about 10 minutes I relaxed into his fucking a little more and he kept ramming into my second hole and finally pushed in and then he unloaded. First a little as I felt him tense up and throb. Then he fucked me for another minute and he then came hard. As he withdrew, I looked to make sure I was clean, thankfully all was ok, lol. I told him I should see him when I go back for more tests and should come more frequently to which he replied, you can always request me and it never hurts to check all the time since you like getting loaded.... I'll be back for sure, took his card.... That was a total surprise for the day and I was trying not to smile completely like a cheshire cat walking out of the clinic...... Kept those puppies in me all day too.

The seduction part is honestly as hot as the resulting seeding of his guts.

Hopefully, I wait in line.. 😙

Of course not. The goal of every cumdump worth the title is to satisfy raw Cocks. More, to protect himself as well as the Cocks he services, he should take mitigatory steps to do that, thus enabling him to service many more Cocks over his lifetime than may otherwise be the case.

I have lots of married guys that use my hole. They message me to see if I’m free (I always am unless I’m working), they give me 30min to clean before they turn up. They say they would rather fuck my hole instead of their wife/gf because it’s easier than going through all the romance stuff.

Chapter 6 He pulled out and another guy stepped up to enjoy the Kid. He had a smaller cock and looked dirty, almost like a home less guy. He pumped for a few minutes. The Kid was saying “ Deeper, Deeper, Rape my ass” . With the kid talking like that he was going to really get it tonight. The guy shot pretty quick and left. After that guy left there were no more guys for the moment. I walked in and stared putting fingers up his ass. He took 2 with no problems, I added a third and he whimpered and I told him in my roughest voice “ Shut the Fuck up Pig “. Here we are, The kid has been at it less than an hour and has 3 loads,, been eaten and fingered. This looked to be a great night. I pulled my fingers out and pushed my cock in his ass, it was slimy still a little snug. I chuckled that it would not be that way in a little while. I pumped his ass to try to coat his fertile cunt with the cum. I didn’t cum yet. I wanted to hold off for a bit. I pulled out and walked away leaving the kid ass up moving it around like a itch in heat. Two guys passed me in the hall and went straight to the kids room. I stopped and watched and hoped they wouldn’t close the door. They said something to the kid and he stood up. One went to eating the kids ass while the other one sucked his cock. The kid was withering around and panting. I could see his face was beat read. A couple other guys watched the action. The Kid came with a loud moan and squeal. It had to have gotten everyone’s attention. I knew that if the kid did take the first bump he would be far from done. It had that special mix that had T, E and another substance that my friend used to keep hard even when doing Meth. The 2 guys helped him up and walked him down the hall to the showers. I followed to see what was going to be happening. They got the kid to kneel in the showerer and then the proceeds to piss on him and in his mouth, The kid was gone enough to pen and start drinking from the tap. The one that was eating his ass bent over an the other one pushed the Kids head between the cheeks of the other one. He gasped and said “ Damn! This kid really knows how to eat ass”. The guy spread his cheeks and the kid grabbed at his spread cheeks and tried to get deeper. This was incredibly hot to see. There was a crowd around. I went back to my room and got a spare key to his room. I went in to check under his mattress. I wanted to see what he had taken. There was one empty syringe and the other loaded. I knew that this one was a strong 30 and for a new user it would get him high enough to want to go to the basement. Texted him and said I would be over later and be sure to drink some water. I heard his phone ding in the locker. I heard his voice in an adjoining hall so I got out and closed his door and went to my room. He was getting closer and talking to someone. He said he was thirsty and would be out soon. He wanted to get the tase of the piss out of his mouth. I wondered if he had the taste of Ass also.

“I don’t fuck bare!” Although he claims to fuck bb on his profile. He refused to fuck me bare the first couple of times. Tall, built like a tank, football player from possibly UH (University of Hawaii). 6’4 240lb Bbc with an 8” cock. Last night he brought another top and asked if I had a condom. I told him I don’t use them so he’s just gotta go in raw. The other top was fucking my hole raw and he decided fuck it and went in raw. It was total bliss!! The fucked my hole till it was sloppy and stretched out. Tonight he came over again… I was about to call it a night but he convinced me to clean my pussy and get it ready. I thought he’ll go back to safe but spent 15 minutes trying to destroy my tiny Asian pussy. I was verbal and told him how much I like my hole stretched and gapping, with his cum dripping out… sent him overboard and cum in my ass. Several ropes of cum coating my now wrecked out Asian cunt. I think he totally wants to break me, the way his huge hand were pressed in my waist, I thought my back was gonna break from the pressure of him driving his tank body into my hole. But. I made him cum fast. Kinda always make them cum fast 😆

Not that I ever call it "pussy" (either mine or someone else's), but what has made guys stand out for me in the past is this. Any bottom that can make *me* (an admitted vers bttm) want to repeatedly top him has got to have something good going on... - Agreed with @Ieatcumholes on the rhythm part. If your "pussy" is moving at a different speed to my thrusting, I quickly lose interest. You should be following *my* lead...not dictating yours. This also goes for bottoms who attempt to reposition me to something where I'm not able to thrust as comfortably and deeply as I want. - I don't really like bossy bottoms either. It's one thing if you tell me what you like before playing, but ordering me around is the quickest way of getting me to pull out and leave. - Be legitimately responsive to my actions. If you're too quiet when I'm fucking you, then I think you're not enjoying me; also this when a bottom does "fake moaning" that you see in professional porn. - Inside of a hole, my cock tends to be a bit of an intense squirter; much more than when I'm just jerking off. Also, I tend to stop at the point of the first shot so that my bottom can feel me throbbing. The best bottoms are the ones that genuinely respond to this and instinctively pull me in closer. It's the kind of thing that makes me feel "wanted", even if it's an anon session. I guess it's a bit of a personal preference, but I love it when my bottoms show a genuine interest in *me*. I'm not asking anyone to fall in love, but just let me know in some way that you're actually enjoying what I'm doing and that I'm not just another random cock in your hole. It's the kind of practice that I use when I bottom - really show my tops how much I want them fucking me - that keeps them coming back for more.

I agree completely. Started the castration process and looking for a penectomy to become full nullo. Dont use it and dont need it. As far as im concerned its just an eye sore

I was pozzed at my 18th birthday last year. My friends kowed, that my biggest dream was to get pozzed. They organized a poy men odf 24 years who pozzed my at this spezial day. He loaded my three times that day. 19 days later i was happs, i got the fuck flue. Since then I know that I have the best friends of the world. Im so happy

I was cruising Sniffies early this morning and came across a "Curious Bi Dad" that was nearby, we chatted for a bit and exchanged some pics. He told me that he was wondering what it felt like to get sucked by a guy. I told him that I would love to show him but I couldn't host. He asked if I wanted to meet at the park that was close to both of us and I told him that I would meet him by the jungle gym (because it's in an unlit area) in 10 minutes. I walked over to the park and waited. 10 minutes go bye and there is no sign of him, I checked sniffies but he was offline so I decided to wait a bit, 20 minutes goes bye and still no sign of him. I have a cigarette and stand up to leave and I see a shadow walking through the park towards me. I stand there in the dark watching, when the person is about 50 feet away from me I cough and they walk right over to me. It's a guy and he says hey dude, I say hi back and he tells me that he got nervous and wasn't going to show but changed his mind. He asks me if I do this often and I reply "every chance I get", He asks if I'm clean and I tell him I am. He's making small talk and tells me that he brought some beers but I just whisper maybe later. I reach over and lightly grab his bulge through his shorts and gently squeeze it a few time. His breathing is deep and he's still trying to make small talk so I drop to my knees and hook my fingers in the top of his shorts, I pull them down along with his underwear. I am looking at a rock hard 5 1/2 " or so cock, not super hung by any means but I wasn't going to turn back now plus a hard cock is a hard cock 🙂 I lick it from the bottom of the shaft up to his tightly cut head as he says "ahhh" next I take the head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. Before he could react I take the whole length into my mouth and start bobbing up and down. He is running his hands through my hair and lightly moaning. After a few minutes I pull off of his cock and look up at him and ask him how it feels. He told me that it feels better than when his wife blows him and I told him well a guy knows what a guy wants!! He was breathing fast and heavy and I ask him if he's ready for me to bring him off and he says to me "I want to fuck you"... I told him sure, I'd love that and he asks me if I have a rubber to which I said no. I said well maybe I can just suck you off this time and next time I can bring a rubber with me so we can fuck. I am slowly jacking his cock and he says "you're sure that you are clean right" to which I answer yes, I was just tested two weeks ago (a bit of an exaggeration) and he says "would you let me fuck you without a rubber" and I say "for sure, we're both clean". My dick had been leaking precum like crazy so I drop my shorts and take a blob on my finger tip and rub it on my hole then I spit on my fingers and stick two of them inside merubbing the spit around. I bend over the metal floor of the jungle gym with my hands on the metal floor and my feet in the sand about 12 inches below the metal pushing my ass up into the air. He gets behind me and I feel him put his cock against my rosebud but every time that he tries to push in it slips off so I half stand back up and reach around spreading my butt cheeks with both hands and I tell him to try again. He lines up and pushes slowly against my hole and I let out a moan as my o-ring gives in to the pressure and I feel him sliding into me. I readjust and put my hands back onto the metal floor and he starts pumping faster and faster, he is breathing really hard and says "I'm gonna cum"!! He all of a sudden stops thrusting and holds himself all the way inside me, I can feel his dick pulsing. After about 10 seconds he thrusts in and out of me about 6 times then he pulls out and wipes his dick off on my shirt. He pulls up his shorts and says "that was sweet, thanks dude", I say "anytime" and he walks away. I stayed there with my ass in the air trying to catch my breath for about 5 minutes before I stood up, pulled my shorts up and walked back home. When I got home I laid down on my bed and put on some porn and fingered my cummy hole until I was tired and fell asleep. When I woke up a few hours later, his cum had seeped out and was dried on my thighs and there was a moist spot on my bed sheet. That was sure fun and I hope to hook up again with him sometime. Never did get around to drinking the beers with him 🙂

I was that straight guy. Now I only want cock. The cock that turned me...

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

I'm bored and figured I'd bring up a topic that has always confused me. And I mean always - since I was in high school I was just like, wait a minute, shit don't add up, but never said anything to anyone because people are too sensitive. I'm going to preface this by saying of course this line the straights say a lot is technically true. People can get HIV from blood transfusions, sharing needles, needlestick, or vertical transmission. And even within sexual transmission, having sex with 1 person i.e. the person you caught it from isn't exactly slutty behaviour. BUT... Given how hard it is to catch HIV, especially for the top, doesn't someone who isn't even vaguely promiscuous (let's say 1 partner per year, idk I don't talk to my straight friends about this stuff so I don't know how much sex they have) have an infinitesimally small chance of catching HIV? Especially if they are straight, so sex is probably vaginal (less risk) and the partner probably isn't a gay or bi man (so less prevalence). Just using my example (my little black book is coming in handy), I've had taken 2 loads from unmedicated guys and I've topped 1 guy who was unmedicated. I've also bottomed for 11 guys of unknown status and topped for 1 guy of unknown status. (Yeah my sex life has been pretty slow, although my true body count is considerably higher, it's just that in Barcelona basically everyone over 35 is undetectable) And I don't have HIV, and as far as I can tell my case is not atypical in this regard. It's something like a 2% chance of transmission top to bottom, assuming the top has a fairly robust viral load, no? Now I can't remember my sixth form statistics class, but my gut says that even if we were talking about 13 unmedicated guys, the chances of remaining negative would not be minuscule. (Some better at maths than me please help!) There's also my personal observation that poz men tend to be a bit more attractive (and not just in attitude to sex) and I wouldn't be surprised if the average dick size is bigger as well. Because being hot and having a big dick = more sex = more chance of catching HIV. It just seems kind of logical, then, that given that a high proportion of sluts (and I use the term endearingly) catch HIV, there's going to be a surplus of sluts in the HIV-positive population, no? Have I explained what I mean? Now obviously I realise that the point of the message is to get people to not slut-shame people with HIV. And people shouldn't slut-shame people with HIV, but not because of anything to do with the HIV itself, which given the main transmission method is somewhat ironic - but because slut-shaming is the most ridiculous thing on the planet to begin with. And with that I think it's time I arranged for my next shot of vitamina.

My Conversion After high school, I left my small town for the military and never looked back. All through my sexual exploration I had fucked around with both boys and girls. I had the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader after my cock, and a nice cock it is too. I guess before I go any further I should describe myself: 5’10, #160 of muscle, blonde hair, blue eyes; a wrestler’s build; 8” of uncut cock and a nice set of low hanging balls. Basically out on my own, I kept up my bi-sexual ways when I could. Being in the military back in the early 90’s meant being closeted about fucking around with guys or you were in big trouble. But as they say, any hole in a storm; or sometimes if I was in the mood, any cock in a storm. I never worried about pregnancies with the girls, and since most of the guys I fucked around with were also military, condoms were rarely used. I never kept track of the girls I fucked; after all if they got knocked up it was their problem to deal with, at least in my mind. When I got out of the military after my four years and settled in Washington, DC, I still kept slutting around, but more and more often it was with guys and fewer girls or women caught my eye. Eventually I settled down with one of my regular fuck buddies, Dave, and over time we seemed to become a couple. We’d often find a third or more to add to our fuck fests, but it was always the two of us that stayed the night after kicking the other guy out. Then came the day, about two years after I left the military, that the one person I cared about as more than just a fuck screwed me over. Dave and I always bet on the games: football, baseball, basketball; college or pro, it didn’t matter what it was we loved to bet on just about everything. Sometimes it was for money, but mostly they were bets of a sexual nature; who would bottom, who would find the next third for us, who would wear the sexy undies. Little did I know that these bets would forever change my life. One day I lost, and Dave wanted me to bottom for Steve, a guy he knew. So Dave set it up. Steve was a big guy, not fat, just imposingly tall, thickly build, and a monster cock. The night Steve was to fuck me, we started off with a few drinks in the living room before moving things to the bedroom. Dave undressed me as I undressed Steve. Dave remained dressed, and said he just wanted to watch tonight. He had done this before, so I thought nothing of it at the time. Once Steve and I were naked, we crawled onto the bed and began to make out, both of our cocks slowly rising to attention as we kissed and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, we moved around on the bed to 69. Steve was a great cocksucker; and if the moans he made around my cock were anything to go by, along with his still growing cock, he was enjoying my skills on his cock. It seemed like only minutes, but when Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth, I noticed that we had been sucking each other off for almost half an hour. He had me lay on my back, and he went back to working my cock, then my balls and eventually pushing my legs up and enthusiastically eat-out my hole. His tongue felt great pushing into my tight hole, opening it up with his spit. After eating me out for a while, he began to add fingers into the mix, really opening my hole up for his cock. I was writhing on the bed from the pleasure of his tongue and his fingers as they worked over my hole, getting it ready for his cock. Once he had sufficiently loosened-up my hole, he moved up my body and positioned his now leaking cock at my entrance. “You want this?” Steve asked. I looked over at Dave, who gave me a nod. “Yes, slide it in me.” I told Steve. “Ok, I’m going to fuck you till I fill you up with my cum." “Go for it. Get that cock in my ass.” Ah, if only I had known at the time what he really meant, why he asked me if I wanted it. Now, Steve was a great fuck, and his cock sank deep into my hole, opening it up and going in deep. He really pounded my hole, and, although rougher than I normally took, it felt strangely wonderful and liberating to have this beast of a man fucking me with his huge cock, which was much bigger than Dave’s average-sized cock or, for that matter, my above-average cock. He lasted about 30-40 minutes, and we changed positions a couple times, but never once did his cock leave my ass. He varied the thrusts between fast rabbit-punch type thrusts and slower deeper thrusts that really opened me up. I was moaning and enjoying the fuck the entire time. When Steve finally said he was close to cumming and was going to flood my ass with his cum, Dave moved to the bed and with Steve’s final thrust Dave kissed me and rubbed my head. Steve collapsed on top of me as his cock kept firing jet after jet of his cum deep in my ass. I milked his cock to get every drop of his cum into my ass. When he finally started to pull out, Dave moved down and cleaned his cock off for him. Then Dave took a plug out of the desk drawer and inserted it into my hole. I felt nice to be full again after the emptiness I had felt after Steve pulled out of my ass. It had been an exhausting fuck, and I laid on the bed drifting in and out as Steve dressed and Dave showed him out. After locking up, Dave came in, stripped and climbed into bed with me. He snuggled up to my back, and we both fell asleep, I never even came during the entire session. About 4:00 A.M., I woke up with a raging hard-on, and my sexy boyfriend lying next to me. He was back to me, so I began to rub my cock against his ass, he moaned and pushed back against me. We had both often fucked the other in the wee hours of the morning, so I slid my cock into Dave and soon filled his ass with my spunk. Afterwards I fell back asleep, my cock gradually softening in his now cummy hole. Weeks passed, more bets were made and paid up. We fell back into our routines and I didn’t think about the night with Steve again till about a couple of months later when I got terribly sick. I was nauseous, had chills, and sometimes even had trouble getting out of bed. Dave took care of me the whole time. About a week after I got better I went to the clinic for my regular STD screenings. I am sure you have figured out by now what happened when the results came back: I was HIV positive, had been for about a month and a half. When I looked back at it, everything had been there, under a subtext, perhaps, but definitely there - had I thought to examine the facts. I was pissed! Pissed at Dave for doing it to me, at myself for letting it happen, at the world for this disease existing. When I got over to Dave’s I really laid into him about it. Even though he was slightly bigger than me, I shoved him to the floor, rolled him onto his stomach, and pulled down the back of his sweatpants exposing his ass. I pulled my rock hard cock out of my jeans and just shoved it into his ass. He screamed in pain then started crying and telling me he was sorry. "You fucked up my life and now I am going to fuck up yours you fucking bastard!” I screamed at him as I pounded away as his ass, with no prep whatsoever. I felt my death seed getting ready to get shot into the first ass knowingly since I had become positive. “Here it comes, fucker! Your first injection of my poz seed!” With that, I planted my cock deep in his ass and let shot after shot of my now toxic seed fill his ass as I rested on top of his sobbing body. I slowly pulled out, and saw on my cock a mix of ass juice, cum and the pink tinge of blood. I rolled him onto his back, and shoved my cock into his mouth, ordering him “Clean that cock up fucker! From now on, you will take my seed in your cunt till you get pozzed up too!” Once my cock was cleaned, I sat back, drained of emotion and Dave lay on the floor, his pants still bunched beneath his ass and tears streamed down his cheeks. After the hurt and anger had settled, we sat down and talked. Dave told me of how he had wanted us to become poz together and then spread it around to all our conquests. He had told Steve that I wanted to get pozzed but that I had not told him, but he had found out and wanted to give it to me as a present. Dave told me that he wanted the bug too, and that he would take every fuck I gave him till he came down with the fuck flu. Then with both of us poz, we’d start spreading our seed around and poz up every guy we could, even the ones who played 'safe only' with the same doctored condoms we used to stealth when we were neg. I kissed him, and told him to go get his ass in the bed because I was going to breed him all night and fill him so full of my toxic cum that he would be poz within a week.

The larger size with the thick longer probe is deffo the best too

Best way to know for sure is to have your doc order a viral load test. Antigen test won't provide a result if you haven't fully converted. For some people, like me, this can take a couple months.

The cheating aspect of this is so hot. I love the idea of cheating on my bf with a mutual friend. Having his seed inside me and then doing something together as a group and having the friend know I’m full.

It might be more accurate to say that having HIV doesn’t prove that you’re a slut - yes, the virus is surprisingly not as easy to catch as you might think, but it’s not impossible to get it on your first fuck. It only ever takes one fuck. Nor is the fact of one being on PrEP further evidence that you had to be slutty to catch it, because PrEP is not an ironclad guarantee.

Well said. They are coping with their own fears, with strong social programming, and, in the case of an ongoing friendship like the one you describe (amazing post, by the way!), with uncertainty about their feelings for you and your feelings for them. That sex sometimes happens in spite of these constraints is remarkable, and makes it all the more exciting. (Incidentally, I don't mean to make excuses for straight-identified guys, but to acknowledge some of the psychological struggles they face. This is a descriptive exercise. If I wanted to take a normative tack, I'd say that they need to get over their mental hangups and start putting their dicks in whatever holes make them feel good, already! Of course, a normative approach usually fails, for being a simple solution to a complex problem.) An agreement is good as far as it goes, but people continuously discover new things about themselves and about others, especially when it comes to sexuality.

I need an owner to collar leash me and lock me in chastity and train me to only cum from having my hole used

As a top, I can say that "good pussy" can be unexpectedly good. I've hooked up with this guy who in some ways is most definitely my "type" (as if I only have one) but in other ways definitely isn't. Yet his pussy is some of the best I've ever had the pleasure of sliding into, fucking and breeding! I would've expected his pussy to be average at best. And I have to admit (although not to him) that his pussy is some of the best I've ever had. For me, bad pussy falls into the following categories: the guy is off to my fucking rhythm, thereby throwing me off my fucking game I understand that the pussy isn't the natural role for that part of the body, so I don't trip if "accidents happen"...., but someone who obviously hasn't taken the time to prepare for getting fucked is bad pussy if fucking you seems like "work," then you're bad pussy If I don't cum from/when fucking you, then you're bad pussy Average pussy means I got off, but had to work a little harder at it than I might've liked (like thinking about fucking another guy while I was fucking you). Average pussy is kept around for those times when good pussy isn't available. Good pussy is a pleasure to slide into, fuck and breed. And I want to do it repeatedly (as in on multiple occasions)! So, from my perspective, you should be happy/proud to have been called "good pussy" by 2 or 3 tops!

There have been a couple tops that have stood out for me as well. There was one night I had a top saying “bro this ass is better than pussy. You have no idea bro. I’ve fucked a lot of ass and a lot of pussy and this ass is the greatest.” I was blindfolded in the sling that night but I could tell this guy kept coming back to fuck and breed. I prefer not to refer to my ass as a pussy but I kept my mouth shut since it’s not my place to correct a top and I could tell this dude was way into it. His complements were good advertising in the dark room. Another complement that stands out is a top that was pounding me when another guy walks up to the sling and says “you know this guy lets any nasty dick use him” and the top responds “I don’t fuckin care this ass feels too good” as he proceeded to nut. Maybe these tops say the same thing to every btm but there are instances that stand out as exceptional from my point of view and they often involve the word pussy *cringe*

Chapter 5 I waited until the kid was gone for about 10 minutes and got in my car and drove over. In my bag was a few items including a hood for me. I didn’t want the kid seeing me until he was spun out. If I had my way he would end up in the basement tied in a sling When I drove in I saw the Kid walking into the place. I parked next to the Kids car . I looked in and saw the empty water bottle. My plans were working so far. I walked in and the guy at the door recognized me and smiled and said the Kid really looks young but his ID checked out. I had sent him a link to the Video site and gave him the permissions to view the contents. He said “ I was looking at those Vids you really converted that kid in record time”. I told him “ It was easy since the kid got to reading real and fiction stories on BZ and wanted to experience some of them”. He said that the 2 other guys working tonight saw them and wanted to see if the kid would let them fuck him. I told him “ The Kid will be so fucked up that he will take anything up his ass” . He said great because ‘ Horse ‘ checked in earlier and is looking for a hole to break. I was a bit concerned because I have seen ‘ Horse ‘ fuck a guy. He is a Freak of nature. His cock hangs down to his mid-thigh or more and is thicker than a beer can. I heard that he was straight at one time but no woman would let his cock near them for fear of permanent damage. I told the guy “ Let Horse know that fresh young meat will be down in the basement soon enough “. I went inside thru the office door and stook off my joggers and put on my hood and went to my room. I put my bag in the locker in the room and could hear the Kid ruffling around in his room. I went back out the blackboard and put up a notice, “ Young Fresh Meat Needs Plowed , Rm 129 “. Usually the staff would erase these at the top of every hour but they knew about this one and would not erase it until we left. When I came back to my room the Kid had his door open and there was already a guy finger and eating the Kids Hole. The Kid was moaning and saying how great that felt. While I was standing there a guy came up and stared watching. The next thing I knew he slipped a finger between my cheeks and stared rubbing my hole. I am never one to turn down some action up my ass either. The guy got behind me spread my cheeks and stared eating my ass. I must say, it felt great. I looked back at the kid and saw that the guy had pulled the kids cock back and was sucking it while fingering the kid. From the angle of his 2 fingers I guessed he was massaging the Kids prostate at the same time. Between the T, G and what the guy was doing the Kid was really squirming around. I had hoped that the guy wouldn’t bring the Kid off to soon. I also knew that even if the Kid shot he wouldn’t want to stop. The guy stopped, stood up and dropped his towel. He had an average cock sticking straight out. I could have sworn that I saw it dripping precum. The guy put the head into the Kids hole and stared pushing in. The only lube was the guys spit. The Kid groaned and said “ I really need this, please do me “. With that the guy grabbed the kids hips and pulled him back. His cock bent a little but suddenly popped in. The kid gave out a loud grunt with the first Violation of the night. The guy must have been close because he only lasted a few minutes. After he pulled out I motioned to the guy behind me to take the kid if he wanted to, This guy also had an average cock and proceeded to plow the kid ass. This guy didn’t last long either and when I noticed a ring on his finger I knew he was there to get his rocks off and go home. I wondered if the guy gave any though to going up a hole that was probably POZ and maybe had other. He pulled out and another guy stepped up to enjoy the Kid. He had a smaller cock and looked dirty, almost like a home less guy. He pumped for a few minutes. The Kid was saying “ Deeper, Deeper, Rape my ass” . With the kid talking like that he was going to really get it tonight. The guy shot pretty quick and left.

Nothing better than raw. I can still remember when I went from condom to bareback. It was in the gay suana in Amsterdam. He was fucking me with a condom and suddenly took it off and fucked me raw. I was so horny that I did not care at the moment. He unloaded in me. After this I was a bit scared. Luckily I lost this feeling when I was fucked raw again the next day. After this I was officially a bareback hooker and it did not take long before I was pozzed.

Yes, my tastes have changed. Even as a teen, I wasn’t keen on vanilla. By the time I was in college, I fucked guys 18-25. Once a guy asked me on a date, but I turned him down because he was too old: 29! The spectrum of men I date has expanded significantly. The biggest change, however, is the degree of nasty pig sex. At this point in my life, vanilla bores me. I’d rather go home by myself and do needlepoint then have vanilla sex.

------- Chapter 3.1 - Catching Up With The Tour (Guide) ------- Ric had started to send the message several times but stopped each time and wondered if it had been too long. But then an image of him fucking Taylor or the blowjob in the bathroom would flash through his mind and he'd reach for his phone again. He wasn't even sure the number was valid anymore, so he first sent "Is this Taylor's #?" and when he got a reply of "yes" a few minutes later, he pasted in the rest of the message he'd saved. "Hi. I'm not sure you remember me but I'm Ric. We met last spring when I was here for a tour. I started classes and was wondering if we could meet again some time." He looked at the message and checked it for typos and then hit send. A minute later his phone ding'd and he read Taylor's message. "hard to forget a guy like u" was the first message and it was followed by a couple more. "was wild time w/u & ur dad" and then "love to meet again. u in dorm?" Ric's heart raced and while he wanted to fuck Taylor again, he also wanted to grow his friends list. Or fuck buddy list. "Yeah, dorms. Let me know when you have some time to meet. we can talk or whatever" was his reply. "Sunday afternoon? talk good whatever better lol" Taylor sent back. Ric chuckled and typed out "sounds good. 2 ok?" "yes. ur place or mine?" Taylor asked. "roommate prob here then, is urs ok?" Ric replied. "sure" Taylor sent and a minute later Ric got an address. He spent the next few days either studying or checking out cruising apps to see who was around. When he had finished he remembered that one of the replies when he gave out his new work number was from Rawson who had said something about a new project. After several messages and a few phone calls with both Rawson and his manager Ari, he had a date for another video shoot the following Friday. Finally after nearly two months his calendar was starting to fill with more interesting things than test dates. Ric had just ended his call with Ari confirming the time and location for his porn shoot when his roommate Eddy came back from campus. He was propped against the wall in his usual dorm wear - a jockstrap and running shorts. On cooler days he'd add a tank and wear basketball shorts. The warmer temperatures suited him much better than what he was used to back home. Even when the natives were complaining about it being cold he was more than comfortable. "Ric, I have to tell you, I don't understand why the other guys didn't like you as a roommate. You're clean, you don't keep me locked out all the time and you don't blast music while I'm trying to study. You're the best roommate I've had my entire college life" Eddy said a few minutes later. "Thanks. You've been great too. The best of all three I've had" Ric replied, chuckling. He expected there to be a followup and there was. "Uh... would you mind if I had the room to myself on Sunday?" Eddy asked. "You don't need to butter me up to ask, Eddy. It's part of sharing a room. What times do you need me to be gone? It might be kind of hard if I have to find a place to sleep, but otherwise I'm flexible" Ric replied. "I know, but I've been meaning to say something and never get the chance. Like noon to eight?" Eddy asked nervously. "That works. I'm supposed to meet a friend at 2 and I can find stuff to do before and until eight or nine. Put something on the doorknob until you're done so I know it's ok to come back. My first roommate had a bandanna and was sure I knew not to bother him if it was on the door" Ric explained and gave another chuckle. "Thanks, I really appreciate it" Eddy replied. Ric could see that Eddy was waiting for Ric to ask why, but Ric really didn't care. If Eddy wanted to divulge his plans he would. He was just happy that Eddy was going to do something other than study and sleep. On Sunday, he walked out of the dorm at 11:30 am with a small backpack that had a few things in it for his meeting with Taylor. His first destination was the bath house that Hector had told him about. He wasn't going to go in, but he just wanted to know where it was. He was surprised that even on a Sunday morning there were people hanging around the place. One guy even whistled at him and yelled "Come on over... Don't be shy" but Ric just shook his head and kept walking. He walked around and eventually made it to Taylor's place right on time. "Hey stud, welcome" Taylor said. Ric was a little surprised at Taylor's new look. The scruff was now longer and seemed a permanent addition rather than just weekend laziness. There was a stud on the side of his nose and a dark plug in each ear. His hair had grown out on top but was still cut close on the sides. The clothes were similar to what he wore to the hotel the last time Ric saw him, but instead of a white lycra tee, Taylor wore a tight, bright blue tank. "Thanks. You're looking a lot hotter than the last time I saw you. You really shed the conservative look. I like it" Ric replied as he walked into the apartment. They sat down on the couch and talked, getting to know each other a little more. Ric could tell that Taylor was horny, maybe even as horny as he was. He made the first move getting closer and soon was on top of Taylor, kissing him. Their hands roamed all over each other's bodies. Ric's shirt was the first thing to get tossed on the floor, followed by Taylor's tank. Their shorts came off next and both were wearing similar red trunks. "You look hotter than last time too" Taylor said as he gnawed on the bulge a minute before pulling them down. Ric slid down on to the rug on the floor and let Taylor suck and lick his cock. It was hard as usual and he liked how Taylor would alternate between sucking and then exploring his cock and balls with this tongue. He watched Taylor's ass bounce up and down as Taylor worked on his cock, but he wanted both of them to be completely naked. He slid around with Taylor following along. Soon they both were on their sides in a sixty nine with Ric being the one to gnaw on Taylor's bulge. Taylor never skipped a beat, continuing to suck, slobber and moan while Ric enjoyed the growing bulge. While both were energetically pleasuring each other, there was no urgency to get to the next step. They had hours to play and while they both wanted to fuck, they were going to have fun getting there. Ric tugged and had Taylor's trunks sliding across the floor while his mouth engulfed the newly freed cock. Ric tried to remember Taylor's profile that he found back in the Spring before the three way with his dad, but couldn't remember whether it said bottom or versatile. Taylor seemed to be enjoying Ric's attention to his cock, but that didn't mean anything. He'd met bottoms that hated their dick's being touched and others that loved it. Ric hoped that he'd get to feel it plow into his hole at least a little bit today. He let Taylor's cock pop out of his mouth and worked down a little farther to give some attention to his hairless balls. Ric lapped his tongue over each orb before he sucked one in and gave it a good tongue bath. He leaned his head back, stretching the ball in it's sack before it popped free of his lips. He gave the other one the same attention and felt Taylor moan around his cock. Ric pushed Taylor's legs wider and licked along the taint, feeling the soft, wet balls drag over his face. He moved a little farther and felt his cock slip out of Taylor's mouth. He rolled on to his back, pulling Taylor with him before burying his face in Taylor's ass. His tongue explored for a few minutes and then suddenly he felt his own legs get pulled back. Next, he felt Taylor's scruffy face between his ass cheeks and then a tongue attack his hole. The position was awkward and they started alternating, giving one a break while the other feasted on ass and then swapping. After four or five turns, Ric spun around and grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs back. Taylor looked shocked for a moment but wasn't going to give up the opportunity. He slid between Ric's legs, aiming his still hard cock to the wet hole. A long, deep moan came out of Taylor's mouth as his cock slowly descended into Ric's hungry hole. "Damn... I never expected this" Taylor said, grinning down at Ric. His hips started to rock and within a few minutes he was plowing Ric's hole. "You're more versatile than I thought" Ric said while he flexed his hole around Taylor's cock. He saw Taylor gasp a few times and his thrusts slowed down. Ric clamped down a couple times with his ass and got a couple quick "Oh fuck" comments from Taylor. Taylor pulled out and muttered "Bastard" before plowing back in and drilling Ric's hole. Less than a minute later, he shoved in deep and Ric felt the spurts shower his guts with cum. Ric milked the throbbing cock, coaxing as much cum from Taylor's balls as he could. Ric wondered if Taylor was shooting blanks or charged seed into him, but as quickly as the thought entered his mind it was gone as he enjoyed being filled with cum again. Taylor was breathing heavy while he slowly pulled his cock free of Ric's cum filled hole. He collapsed on Ric's chest and kissed him deeply. Ric let go of his legs and wrapped both his arms and legs around Taylor's body. They laid there for a few moments before Taylor said "You're more versatile than I thought too. I thought you were just a top stud." "Not at all. My favorite is to flip back and forth, but most guys just want me to fuck them" Ric said, rolling over on top of Taylor. His legs pushed Taylor's apart and his cock nestled against Taylor's hole. He stared back at Taylor, who had a growing smile on his face. "You want it, don't you?" Ric asked. "Mmmhmm" Taylor replied. A second later, Ric was sliding into Taylor's spit slick hole. While Taylor groaned, the smile never left his face. Once a third of his shaft was inside, Ric started to rock his hips. Slowly he got deeper and deeper with a slow, even pace. While he occasionally drilled in faster or pulled out and drove back in, Ric kept the fuck much softer than he did the last time with Taylor. After almost thirty minutes of playfully fucking Taylor, he started to feel the cum rise from his balls. He quickly built up speed and then stopped when his cock began to pulse. Ropes of cum pumped into Taylor's chute while both guys moaned. They grinned at each other once the shots had ended. Ric leaned down and kissed Taylor before rolling off next to him. Laying on his back with Taylor on his side next to him, Ric leaned over and kissed Taylor again. "That was a lot more fun than last time. I prefer one on one to three ways. There's only a few guys I know of where I really enjoy them. I guess I'm just greedy" Ric said. Taylor laughed and said "I liked doing you and your dad. It kind of ticked another bucket list item off, but yeah, you alone was ten times better." Ric breathed deep and wasn't sure he should bring it up but decided to go for it. "So, I guess you didn't have any doubts about fucking with a poz guy again. Did you get tested after the last time?" Ric asked. Taylor laughed again. "I completely forgot about that. Uh... no. I haven't gotten tested. I've been meaning to but since I never got sick I figured it was a waste of time" Taylor said giving Ric another kiss. Taylor traced his long index finger around Ric's chest before playing with his pierced nipples again. Ric replied "Not everyone gets sick. It's better to know... it might change who you choose to fuck raw." Ric moaned as Taylor flicked his fingers over each nipple. "Now... when does your roommate come back?" Ric asked. His cock was now rigid again from Taylor playing with his nips. "Six or so. It doesn't matter, we've walked in on each other fucking so many times now we expect it when we get home, especially on weekends" Taylor said as he climbed over Ric and straddled him. He raised up and lined Ric's stiff cock up and sunk back down, his stretched hole easily wrapping around the thick shaft this time. Both Ric and Taylor moaned loudly as Taylor bottomed out with his ass resting on Ric's hips. Slowly he rose back up and then dropped back down, their skin slapping together. "Damn, I can't believe how good this feels. It's so different than last time" Taylor said as he rose back up and began to slowly fuck himself on Ric's cock. Ric groaned and then said "Yeah, I fuck based on my mood. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. Even my dad said I was too hard with you after you left last Spring" while Taylor kept riding his cock. Ric reached out and stroked Taylor's dick, watching it drool precum over the trail on his abs. They stared at each other, grinning like crazy, as Taylor fucked himself and Ric gave the occasional upward thrust. Taylor eventually leaned forward with his hands on each side of Ric's head and Ric took over, plowing with long strokes into Taylor's cum soaked cunt. "Fuck, yeah. Take that cock Tay" Ric heard as the door clicked shut. He couldn't see who came in, but assumed it was Taylor's roommate. "Shit, how many loads you take? I can see cum drippin off your balls" was the next comment. The guy moved a little and now Ric could see him. He looked like the original, more clean cut version of Taylor but with almost bleached blond hair and clean shaven. His shorts were around his ankles and he was stroking himself as he watched Ric fuck his roommate. Unlike many guys that close their eyes as they masturbate, the roommate was closely watching Ric's cock drill Taylor's hole as his hand tugged on his cock. Ric was getting close but when Taylor twisted his left nip he felt his cock swell. The second twist got his balls tight against his shaft and the third twist took him over the edge. Ric let out a loud growl as pulses of cum shot through his cock, deep into Taylor's gut. He felt a rope of jizz shoot over his leg and a few more between his and Taylor's chests. "Fuck! That was so hot. I could see your cock pump each shot into him" the roommate said as he gasped. Ric looked over and saw the roommate scrape cum off the end of his cock and then lick it off his finger. He then stuffed his cock back into his underwear and pulled his shorts up before collapsing in a nearby chair. Ric looked back at Taylor, whose chest was heaving and he had a huge smile was on his face. Both stood there a minute before Taylor leaned back and slowly pulled off of Ric's cock. "Holy shit! How long is that thing" the roommate asked, apparently still fixated on Taylor's ass and Ric's cock. "Biggest I've ever taken" Taylor said after the head pulled free of his outer ring. Taylor rolled over on the other side of Ric and stared back at his roommate. "Ric, this voyeur is Peter, my roommate. He really likes live porn, I guess." Ric chuckled as he scooped some of Taylor's cum off his chest and licked his finger clean. The three laid there, chatting a bit until Peter got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a few towels. He gave Ric and Taylor each one and used the third to mop up his cum from the floor. "You're not going to lick it up?" Ric joked. "Not in front of guests" Peter replied, grinning. Taylor rolled away from Ric, on to his back and looked up. "So, which one do you prefer, Peter? Me or Ric?" Taylor asked. "Uh... Usually I take the bigger one... but... I think that tattoo means he's poz... So it would have to be yours" Peter replied. "I could be on meds and undetectable. That's safer than most fucks. You can't tell that from the tattoo" Ric said before he leaned over and kissed Taylor again. With no response from Peter, Ric and Taylor finished up wiping themselves off. Peter brought out three bottles of beer and the trio sat around talking and drinking for a while, HIV status never coming up again. "I should get back to my place. It's getting late. Thanks for the fun time. I hope we can get together again. It doesn't just have to be for sex" Ric said, chuckling. "Yeah, definitely. But I like the sex part too... You got my number" Taylor said. "Nice to meet you Peter. Take care guys" Ric said as he walked out the door and headed back to his dorm room. It was almost 10pm when he got there and he checked to make sure there was nothing on the door indicating Eddy was still busy inside. He found Eddy asleep on his bed, wearing only his underwear instead of his usual cartoon print lounge pants and a faint smell of cum. "Hope he had fun" Ric thought as he stripped down and tossed on his sleeping shorts, grabbed his towel and shower stuff and went to the showers. He was tempted to just let the cum smell stay on his body until morning, but he didn't want to stink up the room. Any cum smell would have to be from Eddy.

As a starting point, given your sexual wants, you'll need to be in a good-sized city. It's possible to live in a suburban area NEAR a bigger city within your budget, but once there, you'll find there's a bias against traveling 25-30 minutes out to the "breederville burbs" for sex, so you'll be the one traveling, and that may not always be convenient. But larger cities near either coast are rapidly becoming prohibitively expensive for a starting salary like yours without roommates to help make things affordable. As CTCokPig noted, Providence, RI is one exception costwise (it's only slightly above the national average for living costs). The downside is the local gay population is not huge (it's a city of only 180,000). From late spring until Labor Day or somewhat later, it's a thriving gay resort town, and the gay population is swelled considerably, but for about half the year, it's much slimmer pickings. So as a general rule, you're going to want to avoid most places on either coast (unless it's an exception, like Providence). Chicago, likewise, is getting extraordinarily pricey inside the city proper in the areas where gays tend to live. Unfortunately, most of the larger cities in the interior of the country, even if they're relatively liberal and gay-friendly, are in fairly red states, often meaning oppressive state governments controlling what the locals permit. But the cities themselves may insulate you from much, if not all, of that. So, for instance, Texas is a very red state (in terms of its government, if not the people), but San Antonio, Austin, Houston, Dallas, and Fort Worth are all becoming much more liberal enclaves within the sea of red. To a lesser extent, so is El Paso. In Ohio, Columbus has long been considered fairly gay-friendly and progressive; ditto for Indianapolis in Indiana. I'd steer clear of Florida (the gay-friendly parts are expensive). Going west, Tucson, AZ is fairly reasonably priced (although buying a house can be expensive) and is the largest "liberal" city in the state. Colorado is tougher because Denver is fairly liberal and a nice place to live but it's getting very pricey, too; the more affordable places are still overrun with Trumpanzees and the Christo-Nazis that surround the Air Force Academy. Those are some starting ideas, on which some residents of said places may want to chime in.

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.

You're clean? You mean you take showers regularly? "Clean" is an offensive term when used to mean "do not currently have an STI". It by its nature implies that anyone who does have an STI is "dirty". Lastly, if you "never really thought about STIs" then don't be so damned sure you're "clean" (to use your word). Many STI's do not present symptoms though they can be detected with lab tests and treated, but only if you actually bother to check for them. Assuming you're "clean" because someone else claims to be "careful about who he introduce you to" is an excellent recipe for getting an STI that progresses pretty damned far.

We should, should we? No. That’s not written anywhere. There’s no set of rules that qualifies a “good”, “true”, or “real” slut or cumdump that says he has to take every fucking piece of abuse thrown at him. Anyone who actually practices that has such basement-level self-respect that it really would benefit from therapy. Note that I was taking their cocks, repeatedly, in both holes, ass-to-mouth, roughly, until even they needed a breather. Only when they indicated that they didn’t consider me human enough to let me collect myself after their use did I decide to walk away. Anyone who will allow himself to be used to the point of injury is either a masochist or a fool, and I am neither. And you would, you say… but have you? Have you, personally, taken serial fucking over a picnic table by a group of men uninterested in your wellbeing? If not, don’t be so quick to swear what you would do. Reality can kick fantasy in the balls.

Depends on WHERE you hear it as much as WHAT you hear. Yes, crime is down, Yes, homelessness is better. It will ALWAYS be an issue as CA in general has nice weather and if you're gonna be outside, it's not a bad place to be homeless. Yes, lots of people are still out of work and MANY are still underemployed. The mom and pop businesses were hit hard as they didn't have the reserves that big corporations had (or the access to free money from the government that the corporations gobbled up as soon as it was available). Overall, CA is in pretty good shape as most of our citizens are vaccinated and there is less strain on the health care system. This has been achieved by locking down things. As things open back up it will become more fun to visit again, but not everyone is going to bounce back. Some places will stay closed. Other, new places will open. There is an ebb and flow to nightlife (and gay nightlife in particular). There has been a steady decline in the number of bars because patrons are hooking up outside of the bar space. With COVID, there has been a big push to leave the high-cost areas and work from elsewhere. This will mean a shift. Places that weren't AS popular may become MORE popular. Places that were our mecca, may become less so. That being said, I always enjoy my trips back to SF. It will always feel like home to me. Are some trips better than others, yes. Do I spend way too much there? Also yes. Do I enjoy every cum-filled, sleazy moment? Hell yes.

In a dark room, if you're bent over or lubed (with anything), as far as I'm concerned you want dick in you - I won't fuck you with a condom but if other tops want to, that's their choice. If you want to negotiate condoms, do it in a more appropriate place, in my opinion.

Once in the basement I see a syringe they tell me it's propofol to relax me for what's going to happen to me. I see the needle go in my arm and I'm told to count to 100, I get to 3 and the light go out. When I start to wake up I'm bound to a table that has a mirror on the ceiling. Uncle has removed what little hair I had, as he is stroking my dick. Uncle ask me how many times I have jerked off, I say once as my mother caught me and told me I would go blind if I jerked off. Uncle ask me how does it feel, It feels great as he stops. Uncle pulls out a ruler and measure my dick and gives the numbers to Jess, then takes out a syringe go in my arm and takes blood for testing. Uncle turns me over onto my stomach and reattaches the cuffs to the table. Once I'm on my stomach Uncle spreads my ass cheeks and sticks his tongue right on my hole and the feeling I'm getting is so wonderful as I moan in the ecstasy as his tongue does a dance around and into my hole.What I don't realize is my dick is like a rock and for the first time in my life my dick is pumping rope after rope of cum. Uncle and Jess take me off the table and tell me to lick up all the cum as it's my reward. They put on a scale. Weight: 120 lbs. Hight: 5 ft. 7 Dick: 9X6 Status: Negative Hole: Virgin Uncle says I have to be trained so they put a chastity cage on me. I'm strapped to a chair with my head so it could not move with headphones . In front is TV that I'm to watch willingly, for if I do not I will be hit with a cattle prod, as I don't know what it is Uncle shocks me as I jump against the restraints.The The TV starts up and it men kissing other men as they take off their clothes once they are naked they start to suck each other dick. This goes on for a few minutes then it's a older man and a younger boy as the younger boy is sucking dick. Then every few seconds a picture pops up RAW ONLY then it's back to the show. After a few hours of watch older men having sex with boys I'm taken out of the chair and told to rest. The next session is like the first one but the older male is telling the younger boy you want my load and the boy says YES and the word POZ shows up for a few seconds. This goes on for hours and when my eyes close the cattle prod goes off, the words POZ, HIV, RAW,LOADS,POZ ME keep showing up. This goes for days as I have lost all track of time and what day it is.

I've had almost every married guy that came inside my faggot ass tell me it feels better than their wife's pussy. Or that my faggot mouth sucks better than their wife.