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Was about 11 pm last night and I had just finished my workout when a 19 yo Latino guy who I’ve fucked with before from the gym waved me over. He asked me what I was up to. Told him I just finished up and was probably gonna head home. He said he been feeling mad horny all day. Told him I can help him out with that but the gym was about to close down. He said we can fuck in the parking lot. Told him I was down. So we headed over to his car, pushed the back seats all the way up and got busy. Was decently dark out and there was still a bunch of cars in the lot so it was pretty isolated. We stripped our clothes and I began sucking him off and feeling his abs and body. His dick got hard in seconds and he was thrusting his dick down my throat. My dick was also rock solid. Once his dick was covered in my saliva I straddled him and pushed down his dick inside me. We both let out a loud moan as I began to ride him. We were getting hot and heavy he was working my hole so good and deep the car was starting to rock. All of a sudden he looked over to the side and so did I. There was an older white man leaning on the car next to us just looking at us. He didn’t say anything or do anything was just looking at us. I started slowly riding again and picking up speed. My dick was grinding on his abs as his was working my ass deep. He told me to turn around and bend over the console. He got behind me and pushed his dick balls deep in me. He started pounding me with strong backshots. The man was still just standing there. I couldn’t help but moan loudly. After a few min the Latino guy told me to lay on my back and get my legs up. Being a good slut I did as told. He got between my legs and pushed my legs back and pushed his dick in my guts. He started to fuck me like I owed him money. Herd deep and fast the car was rocking and the man was still staring. I was moaning loud and my dick was dripping precum on my abs. After some time he began to grunt louder and said he was gonna cum in me. I told him I want his cum in me deep. I grabbed my solid dick and started to jerk it hard and fast as I was also getting close. After a couple more minutes he let out a moan and I felt his dick explode inside me. His dick was throbing in me as he shot multiple ropes. I shot my load all over his abs. He kept his dick inside me for a few minutes. By then the man got into his truck and drove off. The Latino guy slid his dick from my cum filled hole and we got dressed. He dropped me off by my car and drove off and I went home.

I don't often find time to get out between work and familial commitments so when I cruise I kind of rush myself so I can avoid a Walk of Shame situation. I'm 24 and I do have roommates and I do have family that I live and work with very closely. So one night I was cruising on Grindr while I was driving - and while I know that isn't the safest - it shows you how desperate I was to have sex. I really have a hard time scheduling it into my weeks or sometimes months between carpooling and opening and sometimes closing work with my coworkers and family. So I have some time, and I figure I can actually get away with spending some hours if not a night away. It isn't my first time hooking up with a 45 year old and it isn't my first time sneaking a night away. It was the first time somebody on Grindr hit me up with a message like," have you ever partied with Tina?" And my naive ass didn't know any better when he followed up with, "it's like ecstasy but it's powdered up." I smoke a lot of weed and I don't smoke any cigarettes and I don't drink but I have always been curious about ecstasy. Honestly, it takes probably an hour of me covering my tracks for the night and him to prepare his space but I make it to his house and there's a space prepared in his living room with a futon on the floor. I've never seen ecstasy never heard it called Tina and actually never heard that term before that night but I was used to hotel scenes and bathhouses and bareback sex. I'd probably been considering myself a barebacker for two years so this scene with the futon drove me wild. And he loads his Tina and we smoke it out of his pipe for my first time and I do feel the rush and take a deep breath and start rubbing my chest and we take another one and he shotguns me which I've never done with someone for weed but we do it throughout the night. And he takes my shirt off on the ground in what I find out later is his mother's house and she is on vacation. I love sucking cock so he stands up as I suck him and we talk about my first years barebacking and how I haven't gotten barebacked in a bathhouse but it's a fantasy. He gets my ass up on my knees and plays with my hole from his standing position and has me take another hit from the pipe and shotguns me. He tells me my ass is going to look so good ass up with his raw dick sliding in and my back is basically screaming arched while he says he's bout to get me slutty and fuck me piggy bare. He gives me another hit and shotguns me and tells me to lean over the couch with my knees on this bare mattress and he eats my hole and has me hit poppers and hands me the pipe to hit freely for a second while he talks dirty bareback. I'm taking poppers when he presses in and I'm rolling high and he goes in gently but he makes it in piggy. And once he bottoms out he holds it while he arches my back up and shotguns me again. Then when the pipe was safely set down I hit poppers and he went to town. Berating my ass with insults and his hips. He arches my back near maxed and spreads my hole apart at full pound. We both realized how much I enjoyed a slow spit hitting the spot where he's fucking. We both realize how much I love the term spit fuck me. He goes by SIr. Yes sir. We switch positions throughout the night - on my back and riding. And then my favorite again doggy where he does end up blowing his load full creampie. We settle down and talk and end up repeating the scene, probbly exactly as hot as the first time. I make it to work on time the next day.

8. Oscar Sunday, the day after Eddie’s death and Father Lucius’ suspicious disappearance, is a warm summer morning. High above the island, a few gauzy clouds caught in a light breeze stretch across the deep blue sky. Wave crash softly beyond the dunes on the empty beach. Out at sea, miles east of the lighthouse, a regatta of sailboats race each other blissfully unaware of the horrors that have fallen or are ready to fall on a few residents of this cursed island. Jaxton knocks on the shack door. Peeling flakes of pink paint fall from his rap onto his sandals. A few moments go by before Tommy answers. The door creeks open and Tommy stands naked, rubbing his eyes. The slightest suggestion of crinkles in the corner of his eyes show his thirty-five years on this earth. Over his shoulder, Jaxton zeros in on Eros’ hairy ass lying face down on the futon. “What’s up?” Tommy scratches his hanging balls. Jaxton looks down at all his tattoos focusing on the red demon above his plump cock. Points. “That one is definitely your finest.” “Oldest one I have. What’s up?” Tommy repeats. “Mac says he doesn’t want the steaks he had for Eddie and Father Lucius to go to waste.” “Uh-huh.” “I can grill them for you guys. If you like.” “Hey, Eros. You up for a steak breakfast?” “Course,” he says, stirring from bed. He sits up with an impressive morning wood. “When?” Jaxton calculates in his head, slightly distracted by Eros’ enormous erection. “Um, maybe twenty minutes? I can fix them with some eggs. Uh, steak and eggs?” Eros yawns. “Sounds good. How’s Jesse?” “Sleeping,” Jaxton lies with a smile. “See you in twenty.” Tommy nods and closes the door. “No way that’s the same dreadlock bro from yesterday.” “Nope.” Eros gets up, goes into the bathroom and lets out a powerful stream of piss. “So he get brainwashed or something?” “Dunno.” Eros emptying in the toilet bowl makes it sound like Niagara Falls. “We should check on Chewy.” “C’mere first. I need my dick sucked.” Tommy is nothing if not accommodating. He walks in the bathroom and kneels before Eros’ dripping cock. Looks up. “You gonna drink my piss after?” “Course.” * Dante swings opens the pink shack’s freshly painted door. “Lasciate ogne speranza,” he says with his ironic smile. “Say what?” a fresh faced, twenty-five-year-old Tommy asks, peering inside. It not a bad place. Small, maybe, with a boyfriend the size of Eric. But it’s better than hiding out in the Bronx apartment avoiding Eric’s brother like he has for the past six months. “It’s something I wrote long, long ago: Abandon all hope,” says Dante, sweeping his hand into the shack. He’s the same height as Tommy, has the nose of a falcon, sad, alert eyes, and a cruel, straight mouth. “Lascia—uh.” Eric tries to repeat Dante’s phrase. “Lasciate ogne speranza,” pronounces Dante slowly, fingers pinched together, gliding through the air like he’s threading a needle. “Hope—it means—forget about it,” he laughs. The two boys’ stare at him curiously then scrutinize their possible future living arrangements. The taller one is dressed in a blue shirt, grey slacks, and white Converse sneakers; the blond one with long stringy hair is in jeans and a black t-shirt that reads, “FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK.” Dante sometimes questions Mac’s hiring choices. Both are nice to look at, though. The taller one is strong, but afraid of looking unintelligent—no, Dante thinks, mulling the adjective “unintelligent.” No, his fear is looking crazy. (Dante, if nothing else, is specific in how he writes about people.) The tall one is very beautiful in a very masculine way. His father, Dante muses, is a good father, wrestles with his sons after a hard day riding on the back of a sanitation truck. The mother, however, would be an exquisite beauty, the youngest and prettiest of three sisters, but extremely neurotic. Dante imagines the taller one’s family is allowed only to patronize restaurants that have male waiters, no waitresses—the mother wants no competition. There are no mirrors hung anywhere in the house. This neurosis would grow worse over time as her looks fade. Eventually she cannot leave her home lest people think her not still beautiful. Even her family would be discouraged to lay eyes on her. “What, what are you looking at?” she would say to a violator of this unwritten rule, her fingers fluttering in front of her face. It would be ingrained in him, this fear of growing old, of being judged by others. Like a bit of sand stuck in an oyster: a quality that becomes, over time, either a beautiful pearl or a malignant cancer. Pearl or cancer—TBD. The smaller one, quite defensive, is even more damaged, with many sharp edges to his personality. An early loss of a father is written all through him. He imagines life, Dante observes, squinting his aged eyes to read him deeply, life to him is a poker game and he has to get through it with only four cards to play whereas everyone else has been dealt five. Why? When did the damage occur? What becomes of him? * A teenage Tommy holds his skateboard in one hand while washing beach sand off his foot with the other. A few feet away there’s a middle-aged guy in sunglasses, slim but not skinny, shirtless, alone at a picnic table eating a burger and fries. Tommy, nose burnt and freckled from the sun, sets his skateboard down; his bare toe pushes it back and forth. He’s staring at the burger when the guy suddenly says, “Want one?” Tommy realizes the guy’s speaking to him. He didn’t know he was staring so intently, but he didn’t have breakfast—rarely did. He’s taken to slipping out of the house before his mom and her boyfriend, Conrad, get up. Extremely wiry kid back then, looks at most fifteen even though he isn’t. He still gets carded buying cigarettes, but his I.D.’s legit. The middle-aged guy doesn’t know that—just sees a skinny kid staring at him. Tommy rides the short distance over to him on his skateboard. The rubber wheels crunch over the gritty concrete. “Alright,” he says, taking up the guy’s offer. Guy gets up and puts in an order to a pimply girl at the snack bar window. While he’s away, Tommy sits at the table and shoos off an aggressive seagull trying to steal the guy’s last remaining fries. After a few minutes he comes back with a burger and fries in a plastic basket. Tommy lodges his long, straight hair back over his ears, says thanks, and then gobbles the burger noisily. That amuses the guy, the noise Tommy makes. Tommy’s downing a couple fries at a time when the guys asks his name. He looks over the guy in sunglasses for a second. “Tommy,” he says between French fries. “Perry Rosen. Esquire. How come you’re not at school, Tommy?” “Cause it’s Wednesday and I don’t go to school on Wednesdays,” he ad libs. Really he hasn’t gone to school since winter break on account of all his D’s and F’s. When Conrad smacks you for being snide at Thanksgiving dinner, you kind of lose interest in the future. Besides, what fucking business is it of this guy? “What are you—a truant officers? Why aren’t you at work?” “Because I’m on disability.” Perry tosses his last fry to the pushy seagull who nabs it mid-air and flaps off. “You like video games?” Perry lights a cigarette from his pack and offers one to Tommy. Tommy accepts it and stashes it behind his ear. “Gee, mister, what kid doesn’t like video games?” he gushes sarcastically, finishes his burger. “You gonna offer me candy next?” Perry laughs and raises his sunglass onto his brown wavy hair to get a better take on the kid. Tommy sees his brown hair matches exactly the color of his eyes. He presents Tommy with an appreciative smirk behind those watchful eyes. Tommy doesn’t trust this clown one bit, even if he is grateful for the meal. “You’re a smart ass, huh?” Tommy dangles a fry over his mouth and lets it fall in, not answering. “Fact is, I bought the new Grand Theft Auto.” “Awesome.” Tommy says sarcastically, but that tidbit has his attention. “You like some [banned word] picking up young guys at the beach?” “Nope. Just bored playing GTA by myself.” He flicks his ash, which tumbles over the concrete. Tommy senses what he says might be true, but still eyes the guy suspiciously while he finishes his fries. “C’mon. Let’s go.” Perry gets up. “I’ll drive you home afterward.” He puts the empty baskets on top of the trash bins. “You live around here?” “Yeah. Massapequa.” Tommy skates trying to keep up with Perry. He’s not all that bad looking, Tommy thinks, as they wind through the parking lot. Making an effort to get beside him, he observes his strong jaw, pointed chin, and a sly cat-like expression whenever he glances at Tommy—and he glances at Tommy a lot. On the skateboard he’s almost as tall as the guy, otherwise he’d probably be up to his nose. “You skate all the way to the beach?” Tommy nods, says, “Yep.” He takes the cigarette from behind his ear, cups his hands to light it. “This is me,” Perry says, as Tommy looks up. They’re stopped at a silver Mazda Miata. An older model but still makes an impression. Tommy skates around to the passenger side and gets in holding his board. There’s a blue Mother Mary plastic statue glued to the dashboard. He raises a dirty blond eyebrow at Perry. “Not guilty. Well, I am Jewish so I’m always guilty. But Mare was there when I bought this off an old geezer. Bad juju I figure if I break her off. Besides she’s looking out for me at the road. So what harm could there be?” He releases the roof hook on his side then reaches over Tommy and unhooks the other hook. “’Scuse me,” he says, leaning very close to Tommy. Tommy catches a whiff of coconut-smelling suntan lotion mixed with the musk of sweat. When he pushes the roof back, Tommy spies a small tufts of wet dark curls in his armpits. Perry pulls his sunglasses down, starts the convertible, revs the engine, then squeals out of the lot. Tommy hastily buckles in and hugs his board like a security blanket. The Miata roars down Ocean Parkway, taking the roundabout faster than any of the other cars. Perry pushes in the lighter and pulls a cigarette from his pack with his full lips. The ashtrays he opens overflows with butts. “So how old are you, Tommy from Massapequa?” he hollers as he guns the engine passing one car after another. “How old you think I am?” Tommy yells back. “Thirteen.” Perry eyes wrinkle with a smile behind his aviator frames. “Fuck you. Eighteen.” “You don’t look it. No hair in your pits that I can see.” He looks over at Tommy. Tommy lifts an arm to show him. “Some. It’s just blond. Why you care?” “I don’t. Prove it.” “What, that I’m not thirteen?” He gets out his I.D. and pushes it in the guy’s face. The lighter pops out and Perry press the glowing coil to his cigarette, glances at Tommy’s I.D. “Looks fake.” “It’s not.” Tommy slides it back in his cutoffs. The wind does a number on his hair making it flick in his face. He tries to put it behind his ears without much luck. He takes a hit off his cigarette and blows smoke into the turbulence. Looks out as the beach houses, scrub brush and dunes as they zip by. They drive for a while not talking. The guy seems to like weaving in and out, overtaking cars, which scares and exhilarates Tommy. He gives Perry a couple of sideways glances. Doesn’t look like a predator. Figures he’s in his forties, seems to keep in shape, has a few random dark hairs on his sternum, but smooth and deeply tan otherwise. He could be a high school track coach, if a high school track coach chain smoked. They pass over the Great South Bay Bridge. At the top of the bridge they’re flying so fast Tommy feels like any second they’ll take off and soar into the sky. Construction on the other side of the bridge and a stalled truck cause Perry to hit the brakes. As they squeal to a stop, he puts up a hand over Tommy’s chest to protect him. His hand falls back on the gear shift after he makes a detour to feel Tommy’s thigh. “Didn’t scare you, did it?” “Fuck no.” Tommy picks up the pack off the dashboard and takes another cigarette and light his old one with this new one. Perry looks at him and tries not to laugh. They ride the streets of Islip for several minutes, until they pull into the driveway of a two story apartment building: open garage parking on the first floor, apartments on the second. Tommy tosses his cigarette as they pull into a parking spot. Perry crush out his butt in the ashtray. “Be it ever so humbles,” Perry says, getting out. Tommy climbs out of the convertible, notices a Triumph motorcycle parked next to the Miata, wants to know if that’s Perry’s. It is, Perry confirms, as Tommy follows him up the back stairs. With the sunlight fading, Perry hold his set of keys close to his sunglasses, finds the right one, and unlocks the door. He usher Tommy and his clutched skateboard inside. It’s stuffy and smells like stale beer and cigarettes. Not surprisingly, on the coffee table there’s an ashtray brimming with butts. There’s an old, green couch with leopard print throw pillows and a La-Z-Boy over in the corner; a big screen TV sits on a stand opposite, with a DVD and VCR players underneath; unmarked DVD cases and video boxes are stacked on the sides. A swivel chair sits in front of a monitor on a desk, with game controls, and a PC tower adjacent on the floor. A framed Lion King poster adorns the hallway leading to the bedroom. It’s one of the only movies he love, a movie his mom—pre-Conrad—took him to when he was eight. “You like the Lion King?” Perry doesn’t answer. He’s quickly trying to clean up. Above the monitor there’s a huge framed photograph of the Savanna with a lion, lioness, and their cubs lying on a vivid green plain. He gets up close to it. In the corner there’s a small signature. Perry Rosen, 1999. “This really Africa?” Perry says it is as he’s closing a draw. He sets down his sunglasses and pack of cigarettes on the kitchen pass through. Tommy’s uneasy with what he sees in the dining area. A camera on a tripod, and in back of it are two stand holding up a dark grey backdrop. The backdrop spools to the floor behind a stool. A light on a stand aims at the backdrop, unlit. “What’s that?” Tommy wants to know. “What’s it look like?” Perry answers. “Like something a [banned word] would have in his apartment.” “Guilty as charged. But just a hobby.” Perry takes a cigarette from his pack and lights up. He turns on his monitor, boots up the game, and sits in the swivel chair and starts racing around the screen being chased by police cars. Tommy stands in back of him, still holding his skateboard. He’s familiar with the old 2D version of the video game—he’s played it often at friends’ houses—but this version is the new 3D one, and is so much cooler. For an old guy, Perry’s a pretty impressive gamer. He’s on it for a long time, screeching, shooting, before his avatar gets killed. He makes a big deal as he ceremoniously hands over the controls and the chair to Tommy. “Show me how it’s done, champ.” Tommy climbs in the chair and Perry watches him play. He cheers him on as he goes through various levels racking up wanted stars, money and guns. When Tommy fucks an in-game prostitute—racking up his health score—he turns around and shoots the whore to get his money back. Perry roars in astonishment and claps him on the shoulder. “You are one sick little fuck.” Tommy smiles in spite of himself. “I didn’t know you could do that,” Perry says. “I didn’t know I could do it either. Until I did it.” Tommy’s got a line of cop cars and helicopters chasing him. He gets distracted by the sound of a click, wipes out and his game character dies. He tosses the gaming controls on the desk and hears another click. Perry has his camera taking photos of Tommy. “My bubbee would have said something just like that.” He continues taking pictures of an increasingly annoyed Tommy. In a Yiddish grandma voice, he says, “’You never gonna know what you can do…unless you do it.’ She was all about taking changes, my bubbee.” “What are you doing, man?” “Taking a chance. Look how serious you are. Like a cross teddy bear.” Perry clicks several more times. Tommy holds up his hand to block Perry. “Ten bucks,” says Perry. “Aw, come on. Let me take a couple more.” He flips on the light on the stand. The brightness highlights the dinginess of the room: pale blue walls; a yellow water stain on the ceiling; burn marks on the checkered blue and grey linoleum floor, with a few more burn scars on the coffee table. “You serious? Ten. Just for some pictures?” Tommy asks distrustfully. Perry opens his wallet and takes out a ten dollar bill. “I said it was my hobby. Look.” He hands Tommy a photo album, dangling the ten out of Tommy’s reach. Tommy opens the album and flips through it. Page after page is of boys. None of them particularly good looking, just pretty average Joe’s; a few chubby ones, some even skinnier than him, like boys he goes to school with. Toward the back of the album he comes across a red flag—shirtless men, some with tattoos, some showing their hairy butts and, on the last page, some full frontals of pretty rough looking guys that look like they’re about to pounce on the photographer, fists clenched. “I knew you were a [banned word].” He gives back the album. “No. The boys are all legal. I have learned my lesson, your honor. Like I said, it’s just a hobby.” “Yeah, well, I gotta go.” “Five minutes and you get a ten spot.” “Not interested.” “You don’t have to, like, take anything off. You’re cute just in your trunks with your angry teddy bear face.” Tommy frowns and snatches the bill from Perry’s hand. He clutches his skateboard as he climbs on the stool. As Perry positions the camera framing Tommy tight, he says, “Would a smile kill you?” “Yes.” He grips his skateboard tighter to his chest. Perry takes a couple of photos then pleads with him to lower the skateboard, an inch, two inches. Tommy reluctantly does, looking stern and a little embarrassed. “Mind if I put on some music?” Perry asks. Tommy shrugs. He pops in Green Day, holds the camera close and moves with the music. Tommy thinks he’s such a doofus, the way he dances with his camera. It makes him sneer. “That’s it.” Perry starts clicking rapidly and sings with the song, “Don’t know where it goes. Yeah, curl that lip.” Tommy can’t help let escape a small smile at how dorky Perry is. “Gorgeous.” Perry’s really getting into the music and teasing Tommy with the camera. “I walk alone,” he sings getting the camera up in Tommy’s face. Tommy pushes the camera away and Perry swings it right back, taunting him. Perry falls to his knees looking up at him. “That’s it. Show me that distain. How fucked up is Tommy’s world?” Scorn is easy for Tommy to fall into. “That’s it. More. I walk alone.” Tommy leers at the man. “Go ahead, spit on me.” That takes him by surprise. “Say what?” “Yeah, or like you want to." Tommy considers what he asks. He feels the guy’s completely serious, so he spits on him a little just to see what he’ll do. It pushes Perry to a new passionate level. He starts clicking away like mad. “That’s it, that’s it. You think I’m some kind a loser, don’t you? Disbarred lawyer living in a shit hole like this. Come on, spit on me, motherfucker! Take it out on me—your fucked up little cunt!” Tommy sees he really gets off on this—and he doesn’t like what he’s saying—so he builds a big wad of saliva and hocks it at him. It lands on the guy’s forehead and runs down his face. “Wonderful!” Perry looks up from his camera. “That’s going to be a great one.” Perry puts the camera back on the tripod, shaking his head, more than a little embarrassed. He gets out a tissue and wipes his forehead and cheek. Tommy honestly doesn’t know what to make of this guy. Something reminds him how he drives his car, the fast-shifting moods. Something exhilarating being around him. “You’re a freak, dude,” he tells him. “Yes, I well aware of that.” He lights a cigarette. “I think you got a little freaky-deaky in you, too, Tommy from Massapequa.” He throws him the pack. Tommy pulls out one and lights it. He tosses the pack back to Perry. “What you said about being a disbarred—” “Yes, yes. I plead the fifth, your honor,” he says. Going into the fridge, he pulls out a couple of beers, offers one to Tommy who takes it. “What’d you, like, do?” Tommy pops his beer while exhaling smoke through his nose. Perry turns red face. He pulls the corners of his lips down in a mock sad face. “Uh, moral turpitude,” he says. Tommy doesn’t know what that means, but seeing Perry’s expression after he releases his lips—it’s a complex face he doesn’t know what to make of: angry, embarrassed, defiant, challenging—he knows he should drop it, but he persists giving Perry a quizzical look. “What’d ya do?” “Okay-okay-okay. Let’s just say, it’s why I wanted to see some I.D. from you. I’m not going up the river on a second offense.” There’s something shady, almost criminal, in way the guy’s eyes dart back and forth looking at him. It looks like he’s weighing what he’s going to do next. That same fear and thrill Tommy felt in the car. Tommy’s trying to decide if he should be wary of this guy or if he’s attracted to this side of him—he definitely feels danger coming off him. He’s never been presented with a choice like this before. Sure, he could walk out, but he decides he’s not going to. The guy could be a little deranged and he might like him more because of it. Perry smashes out his cigarette. “So,” he says, frighteningly normal-looking again like none of the past few second ever happened. “May I have my last two and a half minutes, please?” he asks, holding up his camera. Tommy shrugs his shoulders, puts out his cigarette. Perry pivots and puts on an old, scratchy Supremes record. As the music takes a hold of him, it seems to make him more stable, more average Joe, thinks Tommy. As Perry adjusts him on the stool, he sings to him: “Baby, baby…baby don’t leave me.” Tommy can’t help grin, if for no other reason than he’s relieved the guy’s like he was before. Perry is ready to shoot, but with his hands on his hips, the camera hanging on a strap around his neck, he says patiently, “Ya know, as much I love the street urchin look, can I get you to just brush your hair? Just a little?” “No,” says Tommy. He’s back to comfortably frowning at Perry. “Okay, wear this then.” Perry hands him a green knit hat. Tommy pulls it on. “Ah, you look like a cute little elf.” Tommy pulls it off. Now his hair is mussed at all angles. “Perfect,” says Perry, and starts shooting. Tommy gives him a disapproving glare, which Perry eats up. “Yeah, yeah. Right. You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Tommy. Has anyone ever told you that?” He stops, expecting an answer. Tommy’s not about to respond. Deeply scowls instead. “Well, you are ab-so-lutely stunning.” Perry grinds his hips to the music. “I’ve got this burning, burning, yearning feelin’ inside me.” He grabs his crotch and tease Tommy. “Ooh, deep inside me.” He pumps his hips at Tommy. “And it hurts so bad.” He steals a kiss. “Hey!” Tommy hops off the chair and pushes Perry backwards. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,” Perry shakes his head in shame. “I know. Bad Perry. Perry very, very bad. Never do it again.” Tommy’s more in shock than mad. He can’t tell if Perry is acting or really is just a complete mess—he’s on his knees begging for forgiveness. “Here,” he says, pulling out his wallet and handing over a ten. “I promise you. Won’t happen again. You can hit me if I do.” “I don’t want to hit you, dude. I need to go.” “No, don’t go. I’ll put away the camera. I got some dynamite pot. We’ll watch a movie. I’ll order Chinese.” Tommy purses his lips. Perry turns off the music and the light on the stand. “Really. Any movie you want.” He pats the couch. “Come on. Sit.” Tommy sits at one end and Perry flops down at the other. He digs in his cigarette pack and produces a rumpled joint. He lights it, takes a big hit and hands it to Tommy. He pushes off the couch and goes through the DVDs under the big TV. “So, what do you feel like? Girl on girl, boy on girl?” He gives Tommy his sly-puss sideways glance. “Boy on boy?” “Straight,” say Tommy, as nonplused as he can. Perry pops in a disc and sits back on the couch. Tommy tokes and leans in to give him back the joint. The movie comes on. Cheesy graphics spin in the title: Anal Angels. Tommy throws him a disparaging look. “What? It’s Charlie’s Angels except they like it up the butt. Where’s the harm?” They watch for a while, passing the joint back and forth, while busty babes get rammed by a tattooed biker and an immensely endowed Black guy. Five minutes into it, one of the “angels” take both guys up her ass. It’s in extreme close-up, right between their pumping dicks. Perry starts rubbing his trunks where a rising lump is building. “I don’t’ know about you, but this is making me really horny. It won’t bother you if I rub one out, will it? I promise, line in the sand.” Perry draws an imaginary line between the couch cushions, between himself and Tommy. Tommy acts nonchalant and makes like he’s cool with it, even though he’s getting horny too. The double-dicked angel seem to be really enjoying how much it’s ripping her ass apart, and, with the pot loosening him up, and Perry beating away, he thinks he should lighten up, too—maybe pull out his dick. Never mind he’d be jacking next to a guy. Honestly, he’s done it a few times before at a few different buddy’s sleepovers, after they’ve been drinking, looking at Penthouses, and getting trashed on weed. Doesn’t happen often, but it has happened. So why not? Tommy guzzles his beer, then pulls down his pants and starts whacking along with Perry. He focuses strictly on the screen getting himself hard. He knows Perry’s looking over at him but he stares straight ahead. Then Perry stops jerking, leans over, and slips his mouth over Tommy’s cock. This first time a warm, wet mouth takes in his dick makes him almost cum instantly. With his palms pressing into the couch, he looks up at the water stain on the ceiling and then down at dark wavy hair, feeling the man’s soft tongue swirling around his cock. How good it feels, how stoned he is—Perry’s spittle sliding down his shaft, wrapping around his balls. As Perry bobs, Tommy places his hands gingerly on the man’s hair. His dick’s really wet and Perry amazingly manages to slide his cock deep down his throat, all the way down till he’s swallowed his cock down to Tommy’s sparse blond pubes. Perry wraps his hand under his balls and plays with them, then strokes Tommy’s cock with a clench fist. He looks at Tommy. “Feels good, yeah?” Tommy moans lightly as Perry swirls his palm around the head of Tommy’s cock, gripping him harder. “Like it, son?” Something about calling him son triggers him. “I’m cumming,” Tommy breathes a second before he releases. Perry increase the pressure of his palm and takes in Tommy’s dick head and swallows all the cum Tommy’s gushes out. Tommy claws the edge of the couch and buck wildly with Perry continuing to swirl and suck as he continues to spew. He thinks Perry will stop after he finishes cumming but he’s still slurping away way long after he’s climax. “Stop. Dude!” He pushes Perry’s head off him. Perry picks up his beer and lies back. “Time was,” Perry says, swigging some beer, “back in the Jurassic age, I’d have charged you twenty for that.” Tommy sucks back some of his beer, too, and looks at the screen avoiding Perry’s eye contact. The man’s evaluating him, he feels it. Doesn’t know what more he could want. Perry finally turns away and watches a new “angel” in a sling, legs spread wide, pussy lips hanging and red gaping butthole pushing open. The Black guy is greasing up his hand and slides grease in her butt. Slowly he slides this entire hand into her red gape. Perry starts beating off again. Tommy sits there stunned that the girl can take a hand as big as the Black guy’s. Tommy sits with his mouth open and his trunks still at his ankles, his dick hard as metal. The angel writhes and shrieks, encourages the Black guy to fist her harder. Tommy’s mesmerized, eyes glued to the screen with Perry’s spanking his cock beside him. Perry reaches a hand over and fondles Tommy’s cock while he beats his own. “Payback time,” Perry sings. He turns to Tommy. “Twenty bucks, you do that to me.” “Huh?” Tommy looks at him confused. “No seriously. I want you to stick your hand up my butt. Fist me just like that.” “That’s not possibly.” “Well.” Perry pauses masturbating, and begins to cross-exam Tommy: “First of all, your initial response is you didn’t say no. Secondly, see, she’s doing it, so you can clearly see it's possible. And finally, I like it. More than like it. I love taking a guy’s fist. But if you don’t feel like it, I can always get online after I take you home, and find someone who will. But I’d really like it if it was you. Easy twenty.” “I doubt if I can.” Perry claps excitedly. “Sure you can. I’ll lead you through it.” Perry steps out of his swimsuit, very erect. “Leave you trunks on the floor. God you’re hot!” He takes Tommy into his bedroom where a sling’s set up, one very much like the one in the movie. A can of Crisco is clipped to one of the poles. Perry plugs in red chili lights strung around the sling, and climbs in placing a leg in each of the hanging straps. The room is all reds and shadows. The sling’s chains sparkle. Perry skin shines, his pits and crotch are dark as midnight. “You’re going to be great. Okay, put Crisco all over your hand. Now take a wad and push it into my hole.” Tommy follows his instruction, can’t believe he’s about to do this, but completely intrigued by the idea of fisting someone. Pushing the wad of Crisco into Perry, it’s the first time he’s ever touched a man’s asshole. He can’t say he’s repulse—actually the opposite—it’s the softest thing he’s ever felt. He hears the actress in the other room continue to screech in what sounds like pleasure and agony. “You sure about this? It’s gonna hurt you.” “Yes, and?” Perry says. “Now make your hand like this,” he instructs, pointing all his fingers together. “Slowly push on my hole. No, don’t let up. That’s it. Keep going in.” Tommy loves how silky Perry’s hole is, like velvet. He takes two greased fingers and traces the asslips in a full circle, much to Perry’s satisfaction. The guy’s gushing him with praise. “Like a duck to water,” he’s says, as Tommy penetrates his entrance. The hole relaxes open as he pushes in. He penetrates him without a bit of grimace from Perry at all. “Aw, fuck baby, you make my hole sing!” Perry reaches up to a hanging sack dangling from a support bar. It clanks from a number of bottles inside. He pulls out a brown bottle and takes a hit from it. He offers it to Tommy, who doesn’t know what it is, but follows Perry’s lead. Perry holds one of his nostrils as he sniffs, then the other. There’s a cloud that forms in his head that overwhelms him, a desire to push his whole hand inside Perry hole, a relishing at how nasty this is, amplified by how much he loves the filthiness of this. Perry’s lying back looking at the ceiling coaxing Tommy to continue going in. Tommy doesn’t need any encouragement. He loves the way Perry’s sphincter opens for him, creamy as rose petals the touch of his skin. He’s up to his third knuckle before Perry says to wait a second, let him get used to his hand, but Tommy ignores him and keeps pushing in. Perry’s breathing rapidly through tight lips, murmuring obscenities, when Tommy breaks through. He glides his palm in, diving straight into a cavern up to his wrist. Perry’s sphincter clamps around him like a handcuff—he’s captive in a way he’s never been. Perry’s breath slows, his face melts in total bliss. “Fuck,” Tommy says, surprised at the accomplishment. His hidden hand feels all wet and warm, slimier than anything he’s ever felt. When he wiggles his fingers, Perry’s eyes roll up in his head in painful pleasure. Perry uncaps the bottle again and Tommy leans forward wanting another hit. Perry gives it to him, as he instructs Tommy to fold his hand into a ball. Tommy does and Perry tells him how good he’s doing, what a natural he is. “A star is born, baby!” Perry heaves in ecstasy, sniffing his bottle. “Streisand’s got nothing on you!” Tommy tries variations he witnessed in the movie. He pulses in and out of Perry’s hole. There’s so many cross-currents of tissue rubbing across Tommy’s fist, like he’s guiding his hand through a spongy cave, ramming his hand through a winding tunnel of flesh. He withdraws his fist almost out then pumps back in. “Aw, fuck me, you own this hole. Anything you do, just remember I feel it times a hundred.” Tommy pulls his hand out, slides more grease into Perry loose asslips, and follows through with his fingertips re-entering the hole. “Yeah. Go deep. Yeah, deeper.” Tommy does and finds Perry’s rectum is an amazing, pliable object that has its own set of rules. It’s like he’s suddenly handed the game console that controls another man’s body. With his fingertips, he twists them one way and then the other, which makes Perry twitch and cry. He lets the palm of his hand glide against the walls in a one-eighty, then reverses. He feels a bump at the top of this man cave. He lets his fingers dance against it. Perry is twerks on his hand like crazy. “You found my prostate. No! Don’t squeeze it,” which of course makes Tommy squeeze it. Perry jerks in the sling. Tommy feels powerful, in command for possibly the first time in his life. It starts to get a rise out of him. His dick’s straight out, aimed at Perry sloppy hole. As he pulls his hand out, he replaces it with his erection. It slides in like he’s fucking warm butter. It’s like his cock is in warm, viscous mud. Like he’s fucking mucous. All the imagery bombarding him makes him harder. “Slide your hand inside with your cock, if you can,” Perry suggests, looking up in Tommy’s direction. He’s cross-eyed in exaltation, unable to see the boy in the red shadows, but feels every inch of him. “Aw, fuck,” he exclaims, as Tommy slips his hand inside, surrounding his penis with his hand. “Jack off in me, baby.” Tommy does. The act is sick and feels so good, and brings such pleasure to Perry who hitting the poppers like a maniac, offering Tommy some on occasion. When he does get a hit, he goes crazy deep into Perry, whose loving every second of it. Perry starts jacking again, hard as a rock. He gives Tommy the three-second warning and points his dick straight up. Tommy, straight off a hit of poppers, eagerly bends down and takes the man’s cockhead in his mouth. Perry explodes his semen immediately, which Tommy swallows. The clenching rectum spasms as Perry orgasms. Tommy’s first swallow of cum and how good his cock feels whacking inside a sloppy hole, makes him gush again—a second time within an hour. Tommy pinches off every last drop, then slowly pulls out a slick hand and wraps his fist around Perry withering cock. “No, please don’t.” But Perry’s begging makes Tommy smirk and stroke his cock harder. Perry bounces like a marionette in the sling, jingling all the chains, pleading to Tommy to stop. He takes pity and reluctantly lets him off the hook. Tommy jumps up hanging from the top bar of the sling with his non-greasy hand, swinging back and forth making monkey sounds. “I knew you were a freak, baby. Saw it in your eyes the minute you skated over to me.” Tommy drops to the ground, scratching his armpit, still making monkey sounds. “No really, you could make some serious coin doing what you do.” Tommy still feels the saltiness of cum in his mouth, the buzz of the poppers, the lingering euphoria of the pot. Looking at Perry resting in the sling, he wonders what it would be like to switch positions. He smiles, beaming contented for the first time in a really long time. Perry’s focusing now, finally coming back to earth. “Baby, you got a knack. And I’m not just yanking your chain.” He awkwardly reaches Tommy’s cock and pulls on it. He flops back, looking at Tommy admiringly. He needs work, he realizes, but the raw talent is there with a little dash of crazy. “Listen, I get fisted all the time. Sometime I’ll pay for it, sure—and I definitely will pay for that. But you must think bigger. You have got the right amount of nasty and recklessness that some men like, that some men seek out.” He leans forward as much as he can with his legs still suspended. He grabs Tommy’s ribs. “Come here.” Perry reels him in. Tommy flops like a ragdoll over Perry sweaty, slick torso. He allows himself to be kissed repeatedly by Perry all over his face—doesn’t kiss him back. He grins smugly, regarding him like he’s full of it. Perry notes his reticence. “Alright. I can work with that.” He releases Tommy who stands there, even now, with his half-hard eighteen-year-old constant erection. “We need a name on your profile. Tommy's too boy next door. We need to get you geared up in leather, introduce you to a little S&M, get pics of you on a few nasty sites. I bet there’s a ton of men to hook you up with. They’d gladly line up to be disciplined by a hot skater boy like you, grovel at your feet. You put them through their paces, all right, and they’ll be happy to pay for the privilege.” Tommy scowls at him, thinks this is all bullshit. “Yeah, just like that. That cross teddy bear face.” He inhales suddenly. As if his name appeared to him on a movie marque, Perry sweeps his hand across the ceiling for Tommy to read: “Oscar. You’re garbage to him.” Perry lies back dreamily grasping the chains above his head. Tommy spies the wet dark tufts in his armpits. He slips his semi-rigid dick back in Perry’s dripping hole, and leans over to lick his pits like he’s wanted to since the car ride. “That's right.. Get piggy, boy.” Perry takes control of Tommy’s head, holding it tightly in his pit while Tommy sucks on his sweat-drenched curls. “Clean it up. Lick all of it. Oscar, we are going to make one hell of a fortune, you and me.” He guides Tommy's head over to suck out his other pit. “We need just one tweak.”

------- Chapter 4.2 - Busted ------- A few days later Ric was studying in his room when there was a knock at the open door. "Hi, Ric? Got a sec?" the guy asked. Ric recognized him from the floor and thought the guy had checked him out a few times. Will, he thought the guy's name was. Will was a thin guy that gave off a skater vibe. His long almost-straight brown hair hung over his head, covering half of his face most of the time. The few times Ric saw him out of his usual baggy tee and shorts he had a nice, developing body with small nipples perfect for nibbling on. While his body was naturally smooth, there was a nice trail below his navel. What the trail led to, Ric didn't know since he'd never seen Will out of his underwear, but he did know he had a nice ass filling up those white briefs. "Yeah, what's up?" Ric replied. "Uh... I know this is a weird question, but... do you like wrestling?" Will asked. Ric chuckled a second and said "Yeah, it is weird. No, I sucked at wrestling in high school and hated every second of it. I have a friend that was a really good and won tournaments but not me. Why?" "Oh... I saw a video... and there was a guy in it that wrestled... and had a tattoo like yours... he was hairy like you too... and his skin was about the same shade..." Will said, fumbling for words. "Sounds like an interesting video. Send me a link to it" Ric said, trying to hide his concerned look. A second later he added "I found out that this tattoo and placement are more common than I thought and a lot of Latino guys are hairy. Finding the guy in the video sounds like a needle in a haystack thing" smiling back at him. "Uh... I don't know if you'd like it. It's pretty strange and not very long. Thanks" Will told him as he slowly turned toward the door. "I like strange shit. Send it to me" Ric said, scribbling down his email address on a piece of paper. He handed it to Will and then whispered "You're one of the few on the floor to make a comment about the tattoo. I'd like to see this other guy's." He wasn't even sure which tattoo Will was talking about, but he assumed it was the biohazard. Will blushed and said "OK" before he walked back to his room. Ric wondered if it would be one of the two videos Rawson had just posted, but still wanted to keep quiet about his side jobs. Ten minutes later, an email popped up and it was from Will. There was link and nothing else in the message, but it was to one of the new clips Ric was in. He waited an hour and replied to the message "Hot clip. I didn't know you were into that stuff." The next day the dorm floor had a meeting and Ric showed up a few minutes late. He stood at the back of the group and realized Will was standing in front of him. As the RA went on about quiet hours and some repair projects he leaned in and whispered in Will's ear "You got a good eye. I'd appreciate it if you kept quiet about those videos, though." Will's head turned quickly and Ric saw the shocked look on his face, but Will slowly nodded "yes" before turning back to the meeting. Ric went back to his room after the meeting ended and found Eddy tapping away on his laptop. He closed the door, popped on some headphones and began prepping for his test the next day, trying not to disturb Eddy's concentration. The next evening, he was updating his escort ads again, trying to get more results. He first thought about taking the ads down for a little bit since the one comment about the porn clip mentioned that they found his ad, but since there were no more messages than normal he left it up. Just as he submitted the changes to one site, there was a tap at the door. Ric changed to the home screen and set the tablet face down. He looked over and it was Will. "Got a minute?" Will asked and Ric replied "Sure." Will came into the room and asked "Eddy coming back soon?" "Nah, he's at the library so he'll be back late" Ric said, followed by "What's up?" Will closed the door and asked "Is that really you in those videos?" "Is this just between you and me?" Ric asked and watched Will nod 'yes'. "You're not going to tell anyone else, right?" Ric then asked. "Yeah. I promise" Will replied, nervously fidgeting as he stood there. "Yeah, I did that video a month ago. It didn't go very well and those two clips were all they could use. I guess it's a free teaser to get you to buy the other videos or sign up for a subscription. Unfortunately, they're a bit more public than I'd like" Ric said softly. "Fuck. They were really hot but the other guy just laid there most of the time. The comments sounded like you did another video. Was that better?" Will asked. Ric chuckled. "Yeah... I thought so, but it was the first time I had ever done anything like that. I didn't think you'd be into gay porn, much less bareback stuff like that" he said. "Uh... yeah. I don't like to tell people I'm gay. Only a few people know. I'm still in the closet, I guess. One of my friends at home showed me some sites with... uh... edgier porn than what he called vanilla stuff... and I liked it, so I've been looking for more" Will said, his face red from embarrassment. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Will. Everybody gets turned on by different things. Some like vanilla, some like straight sex, some bondage, interracial, raw, piss... you name it. And who knows what you might like five or ten years from now. I like bare gay sex, cum and a few other things." A few seconds later, he continued. "What kinds of stuff do you like, Will?" Ric asked, looking up at him. He moved over to the corner of the bed, against the wall, and motioned Will to sit down on the other corner. Will sat down and turned toward Ric. "I like the same. I tried condoms a few times and they killed my boner or made my hole really sore. So... that's the kind of porn that I can relate to" Will said. He took a deep breath and looked down. "My friend told me that tattoo means that you have HIV and like to give it to other people. Is that true?" Will asked nervously. "There's a few meanings but that's a common one. But it doesn't mean that you want to infect others. It's just a symbol many poz guys use to show their status. Some are on medication and can't infect others, but once you're poz you always will be. It's permanent, just like the tattoo is permanent. I know your next question... yes, I'm poz. It's been about a year" Ric said, watching Will's jaw drop. "Damn. You don't look like you're sick" Will said. "It takes a while before the virus really affects you visibly and if you go on medications then it usually won't. Other than a week with the flu after I got infected, I've been healthy. Without the tattoo, no one would guess. So what turned you on with the clips you saw?" Ric asked, trying to change the conversation. A few moments later, Will continued "Uh, I really liked the closeups of the cock fucking the bottom's hole. And the second one where you could see the cock throb as you came and then pull out with that huge load running out of the bottom." Ric could tell that Will was getting excited, envisioning the clips in his mind. "Are they going to post any more?" Will then asked. "I doubt it. I'm surprised they were able to get those two. The bottom guy was really out of it and just laid there most of the time. I tried to get him more lively but it didn't work. I don't know what drugs he was on, but I doubt he remembers any of the fuck" Ric said, the disappointment clear in his voice. "Oh. There was that other one. Was that really better?" Will asked. "You know the site, so you know who the porn star that runs it is. His last full video had 4 scenes. Did you see it?" Ric asked. Will shook his head 'no' and he continued. "The first three scenes had real porn stars that fucked and bred him. I was the new guy and did the final scene. It was really fun, even if I didn't know what I was doing. I knew how to fuck, but that's it. All the other stuff like bending away to let the camera see was all new. It helps though to have a good partner and since Rawson is a pro, he made it easy. If that second shoot had been my first experience, I'd never think about doing it again" Ric said. "So you're going to do more?" Will asked, obviously excited. "We're talking about it. I just don't want it to be a repeat of the last one. I also don't want clips like those two getting all over the internet. I'm not sure I want to keep doing the wrestler character either, but it seems popular. We used it to obscure my identity, but I guess that didn't totally work" Ric said, winking at Will. "Oh. I guess if you're going to do regular stuff after you graduate that might be a problem, but those two clips were really hot. I hope you do more" Will said, the excitement still in his voice. Ric chuckled. "I have a few clips from the first one I did if you want to see them. I don't give them out since they're Rawson's but I edited the scene down to give guys a glimpse of it. You can buy the whole scene or video on his site" Ric said. "Yeah? I'd love to see it!" Will said, his breathing getting heavier. Ric didn't want any of his dorm mates to know what he did on the side but Will seemed interested and had promised to keep it quiet. He just hoped Will would keep his word. Ric got up and pulled out his old tablet that had pictures and videos he stored away. He quickly found the clips and clicked on the first before handing the tablet to Will. They were only a minute long, but Ric thought they were the best parts. Will watched the first video and Ric saw him stroking his cock through his jeans. "Shit, that's so hot. You fucked a porn star. It wasn't very gentle either" Will said. "Well, there was a theme for it and I tried to go with it. I'm not an actor or anything but it just felt like what would happen with a wrestler all full of adrenaline after a match meeting a horny fan" Ric said. He reached over and swiped to the next video and hit play. Will's eyes were glued to the screen and he stroked himself harder this time. "And here's the money shot as they call it" Ric said as he started the third clip. Ric didn't want to show Will the fourth clip, since that's where he really roughed up Rawson and bred him the final time and made sure he got charged up. Will moaned slightly as his hand gripped his cock, trying to prevent himself from shooting inside his clothes. Ric chuckled, not expecting how much it was going to turn Will on. "Fuck. Good thing he's on prep since you dumped a big load in him. I know how good it feels to pump your cum in a guy, but I don't know if my cock throbs like that. And it sure as hell isn't that big. Was he really ok with you cumming inside of him knowing you're poz?" Will exclaimed. "If you've seen many of his scenes, he loves to get bred and a lot of guys have filled him up. When you do those scenes you're not really thinking of each other's status, you just want to have a good time and show it off to the camera. To be honest, I really don't think much about it when I hookup either. I'm honest with guys and if they don't want to have sex with a poz guy I understand" Ric explained. Will passed the tablet back and tried to cover up the wet spot on his jeans. "I don't think I could fuck with a guy who is poz. I'd be too worried" Will said, squirming on the bed. "You said you mostly fuck bare. Are you sure you're neg? Lots of guys don't know and they pass bugs along without even realizing it" Ric said with a grin. "Oh... I'm pretty sure. I haven't gotten tested since that one guy gave me gono a couple years ago, but I feel fine" Will said. Ric laughed and shook his head. "A couple years ago? Damn, you should get tested more often than that. It sounds like you've fucked more than once or twice since then too. Do you normally do hookups or just have sex with fuckbuddies?" Ric asked. Will blushed and said "I had a boyfriend in high school but no one knew. We broke up when we went to college since we went different places. There were a few guys before that and I've hooked up with a some guys since I got here this semester." "Have you ever gone to the bath house a few blocks from here?" Ric asked. "Just once. I was nervous as hell but it was kind of fun" Will said, obviously embarrassed. "Well, on Wednesdays a local clinic does free testing there. You should go over and do the test while you have some fun" Ric said. Will nodded, stood up and then said "I should get back to studying for my class tomorrow. Thanks. I won't say anything, I promise, but it's cool that I know a porn star." His smile was big, but Ric hoped that he was being honest with him and wouldn't tell anyone. Ric realized moments after Will left that he was horny too. A few messages later, he was heading down the hall to Gabe's room. Gabe opened the door naked and smiling. Ric left a trail of clothes as they headed to the bed. There was a surprising push from Gabe's outstretched hand on the center of Ric's chest, forcing Ric to lay on his back. Gabe lapped his tongue down the center of Ric's chest, dragging it down the trail until it licked down his shaft before swallowing the first four inches all at once. The blowjob lasted a long time and Ric was happy to see Gabe easily take his cock into his throat now. While his throat flexed around the shaft, Gabe wrapped his hands around Ric's balls and massaged the full nuts before giving a slow tug. Slowly, he released his grip around the balls, then the shaft and pulled back, lightly grazing Ric's dick with his teeth. Ric shivered and looked down to see Gabe staring back at him with a devilish grin. "How about we do it doggy this time? Except for that fuck against a tree, its always been missionary" Gabe said. "Aww, ok. I kinda like seeing the expressions you make when we fuck but doggy is good" Ric replied, climbing off the bed. Ric moved behind him and hurriedly pushed his face into Gabe's lightly hairy ass. His tongue flicked and poked, coating the ring with spit and forcing some more inside. Ric only rimmed for a couple minutes before he needed to get his dick into Gabe's eager hole. He felt the ring wink over the exposed tip of his cock and knew Gabe wanted it as bad as he did. Ric pushed a little and then gave a couple more nudges until he felt the head break through. Both guys let out a deep moan before Ric started to gently plow deeper. "Fuck... that feels so much better than Drew's covered dick. He's got a nice cock, but always plays safe and doggy with guys. It must be a bi thing" Gabe said as he started to rock back and forth, fucking himself while Ric pushed in. "Maybe he doesn't like looking at the facial hair... It reminds him he's fucking a guy, not a hole. His loss, I think it looks hot and I like fucking guys" Ric replied, thrusting harder. He leaned forward, his hands gripping Gabe's shoulders near his neck driving his cock in harder and deeper. Five minutes later, Ric's hips were bouncing off Gabe's ass making a familiar sound as their bodies slapped together. Just like with his throat, with only a little warmup, he was able to drive his whole shaft into Gabe's ass. And like the flexes Gabe made with his throat, he did the same with his ass muscles. Two dozen thrusts later, Ric pulled on Gabe's shoulders until his chest was against Gabe's back. "Keep that up and I'm gonna breed you" Ric whispered in his ear. "That's why I'm doin it. Breed me deep" Gabe replied, clamping down hard on Ric's fully planted shaft. Ric drove in twice more while he wrapped his arms around Gabe's chest. One more squeeze from Gabe's sphincter and he began to shoot. His cum filled the tunnel, coating both Ric's cock and the battered, soft tissue. "Oh god that feels so good" Gabe moaned while Ric gasped for air. Ric knew he'd pumped almost thirty loads into Gabe and wondered why his bug hadn't claimed another willing bottom. The pair laid on Gabe's bed for a little bit until Gabe said "Sorry, but I need to get back to the paper I'm writing for class. This was a great distraction, though. Let's hookup again soon."

7. I realized as soon as he had left what time it was and that I needed to go to sleep soon or I’d have no chance of being useful at work the next day. Matt wasn’t back yet so I walked naked to the bathroom, not that it would have mattered any more, and got ready for bed. It however, became very apparent very quickly to me that sleeping while locked and exceedingly horny was not easy. Maybe, I thought, I’ll get use to it, there was no way Mike hadn’t slept since he put on his cage. Tonight, though, there was going to be very little sleep for me. I tossed and turned, straining at my cage, and feeling my wet slick hole. I watched the hours tick by, my alarm getting closer and closer. Around three Mike came back in. I never closed my door all the way when I went to bed or it got too hot, and Mike peaked around the crack. Seeing that I was still up, he came bounding into my room. “Can’t sleep?” “Nope,” I grunted. “First night is always hardest.” He got in my bed and laid down next to me. He had stripped down to his jock before coming in and I felt his warm flesh against mine. “How am I so fucking horny?” “Because you’re discovering your new life,” he yawned, “you’ll get use to it eventually. It took me,” another smaller yawn, he was clearly drifting off, “like two weeks before I really slept well, but you’ll… be… fine.” He fell asleep curled up next to me and I shifted so we were spooning, his cage resting in my crack. We both smelled of cum and sweat, but it was comfortable. Wrapped in my cumdump roommates arms I drifted off into a light rather fitful sleep. My alarm came way too early and it felt impossible to drag myself out of bed. Mike was still there next to me and just sort of grumbled as I got up to shower and get dressed. When I left the apartment he had moved to his own bed and was laying with the door wide open, face down his legs spread, well used hole on display. It was murder getting to work. I felt myself straining in the cage and kept catching myself checking out every guy on the train. My day had barely started and already all I could think about was cock. Yesterday had been pure bliss, I longed to be naked feeling a man slide inside of me, not trapped in a button up shirt and a cardigan on my way to the office. By the time I was in the office I knew it was going to be a terribly unproductive day for me. Having settled at my desk and found a comfortable arrangement for my cage, I started doing just enough work that no one would notice or be mad at me while my mind wandered and I daydreamed about being fucked. Just after lunch is when I lost all self-control and was back on Scruff. I wasn’t really sure what my intentions were when I started but by four I had made plans with a guy not far from work to stop by his place before heading home. At 4:50 I packed up and snuck out a few minutes early. By 5:05 I was at his apartment and by 5:10 I was naked on my knees with yet another man’s cock in my mouth. The cute, tall, unassuming 30 year old ginger moaned as his cock grew to a hefty thick shaft in my mouth. I had told him about my cage and he had made me strip completely upon entering the apartment so he could look at my cock straining while he used me. It didn’t take him long to get completely hard, and knowing that a blow job was not why I was there, he soon had me on my back on his bed with my legs in the air. He bent me back, my knees next to my ears, as he dove into my hole with his tongue. After all the abuse yesterday, his tongue lapping at my hole felt amazing. I knew I was still looser than normal and my hole quickly opened up for him, begging him to slide his raw cock inside. He chewed and spat on my hole, making it slicker and wetter. I was becoming putty again. My whole body was becoming centered around my hole, it was all I could focus on. A long drip of precum was hanging from my cage but it felt inconsequential compared to what was happening with my ass. “Please fuck me,” I groaned, “I need your load” “You ready for my cock boy?” “Fuck yes!” “Good,” he straightened up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He spat a thick wad of spit into his palm and lubed up his cock, and lined it up with my hole. I had hold of my knees and I took a deep breath, feeling the pressure on my hole starting to mount, and then let all the air out of my lungs. My hole winked open and his cock, finding its mark, slid in. I wouldn’t say his cock was easy to take but my hole opened quickly for him and soon he was balls deep in me. “Fuck, this is a wet cunt,” he moaned as he bottomed out. “Fill me up.” “Don’t worry boy, I’ve got a big load ready for you.” We were off. He started long dicking me hard and fast, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole and then banging it back in, hammering my second hole as he did. It didn’t take long and that part of me opened up to him too. Then I was just a sex toy he was using. He ground his cock into me, getting it as deep as he could. He tossed me over so that I was riding him, my cage smacking against his red treasure trail and his cock got yet further inside my guts. I grunted and groaned as he hammered up into me and I slammed my ass back against his cock. I was sweating now, as was he, it made my hole even more slick for him. “You’re going home full of my load boy.” “Fill me up. Make me fucking leak.” “A wet stretched out pussy full of cum.” “I need it.” “Pig.” “I need your fucking load.” “I’m going to breed you slut!” “Yes!” “Fuck!” “Please!” “Take my fucking…” he didn’t finish the sentence as he roared, and grabbed me by the shoulders. He forced me down onto his cock hard as it started to throb. He came for what felt like a deliciously long time, then his body went limp and his head crashed back against the bed. “Thanks boy, that was amazing.” “No,” I said sliding off his dick carefully, “thank you. I needed that.” “Hit me up next time you’re horny at work.” “I will!” I dressed and left him naked and sweaty in his bedroom. I felt pride, but as I got on the train home I knew I was still horny. Fuck!

Since the age Of 19, I’ve been getting fisted regularly today. I have a cunt that gaps easy, and dicks enter easy. Some tops call me a rubber hole. I love walking with a giant toy in my ass.

Clinically speaking, there is no recognized condition of “sexual depression”, but a reduction in libido is a characteristic symptom of most forms of depression, whether clinical or circumstantial (with the possible exception of manic states of bipolar depression, in which hypersexual behavior can become problematic). In other words, it’s more likely that you’re feeling less sexy because you’re depressed, not that you’re depressed because you’ve been less sexy lately. Depression has the tendency to reduce the ability to take pleasure in many things once enjoyed, and at a clinical level this is referred to as anhedonia. That’s not to say that not being able to get laid doesn’t suck, or doesn’t leave a guy grumpy and out-of-sorts. A well-known line I’ve often heard is: Sex is a misdemeanor - the more I miss, the meaner I get. And, sex is obviously known for its ability to elevate mood when you’ve had it. It’s all about the chemistry. You might take a broader look at your life circumstances right now and ask yourself if there might be other factors contributing to a drag on your mood and causing you to feel more down in general. This could result in you having less of a general interest in sex day-to-day, and that general reduction in interest may be resulting in a corresponding reduction in play, which you interpret as being the cause of the problem. The last couple of years have been really hard on everyone. Everyone’s life has been disrupted to some degree, and heightened stress is rampant. Right now, my local regular Top, who normally ruts me every week or so and loads me three times per visit, hasn’t fucked me in over a month. He messaged me to apologize and tell me that stress has gotten to him so badly that his blood pressure has shot up and the medication he has to take for it gives him erectile dysfunction. (Which illustrates how much it sucks to be me - possibly the best Top who’s ever used me now can’t get it up even when he wants to.) The point being, there may be other factors affecting your mood and sex drive, and if you can identify them, you might be able to address them. In the meantime, most professionals in the mental health care field would ask if you’re getting any exercise - that can go a long way to helping in this situation.

I feel like for me, regularly hooking up was a coping mechanism - some would argue an unhealthy one, although I would say out of the ones I have available to me it's probably the healthiest - for the mental health problems I already had. When at the start of 2020 (shortly before the pandemic hit us here in Spain) I had something bad enough happen to make me lose my sex drive, it led to me spiralling down: Loss of sex drive = loss of sex life = loss of coping mechanism = further mental deterioration, including an even more inhibited sex drive. On top of that singular vicious cycle, I also gained weight, and so in the brief periods where I have felt better and wanted to have sex, I have felt unable to as my body image is considerably worse than it was (because my body in itself is worse) and like I know there are plenty of guys who are into bigger guys, but...I would just feel much more comfortable having sex if my body was how it was before - which was nothing special at all, just better than what I've got at the moment. While I don't think my use of hookups as a coping mechanism is necessarily unhealthy, my dependence on it as my only functional coping mechanism definitely was. It's best to diversify these things, so maybe you could take this opportunity to reflect upon if maybe what you are finding is that you don't have the desire to do stuff or interest in doing things, other than sex, and since you can't fill all your time with sex, you're running into issues. So like, try and maintain a healthy sex life, but at the same time, try and maintain a healthy non-sex life as well

Two days ago. Was about 11 pm last night and I had just finished my workout when a 19 yo Latino guy who I’ve fucked with before from the gym waved me over. He asked me what I was up to. Told him I just finished up and was probably gonna head home. He said he been feeling mad horny all day. Told him I can help him out with that but the gym was about to close down. He said we can fuck in the parking lot. Told him I was down. So we headed over to his car, pushed the back seats all the way up and got busy. Was decently dark out and there was still a bunch of cars in the lot so it was pretty isolated. We stripped our clothes and I began sucking him off and feeling his abs and body. His dick got hard in seconds and he was thrusting his dick down my throat. My dick was also rock solid. Once his dick was covered in my saliva I straddled him and pushed down his dick inside me. We both let out a loud moan as I began to ride him. We were getting hot and heavy he was working my hole so good and deep the car was starting to rock. All of a sudden he looked over to the side and so did I. There was an older white man leaning on the car next to us just looking at us. He didn’t say anything or do anything was just looking at us. I started slowly riding again and picking up speed. My dick was grinding on his abs as his was working my ass deep. He told me to turn around and bend over the console. He got behind me and pushed his dick balls deep in me. He started pounding me with strong backshots. The man was still just standing there. I couldn’t help but moan loudly. After a few min the Latino guy told me to lay on my back and get my legs up. Being a good slut I did as told. He got between my legs and pushed my legs back and pushed his dick in my guts. He started to fuck me like I owed him money. Herd deep and fast the car was rocking and the man was still staring. I was moaning loud and my dick was dripping precum on my abs. After some time he began to grunt louder and said he was gonna cum in me. I told him I want his cum in me deep. I grabbed my solid dick and started to jerk it hard and fast as I was also getting close. After a couple more minutes he let out a moan and I felt his dick explode inside me. His dick was throbing in me as he shot multiple ropes. I shot my load all over his abs. He kept his dick inside me for a few minutes. By then the man got into his truck and drove off. The Latino guy slid his dick from my cum filled hole and we got dressed. He dropped me off by my car and drove off and I went home.

When we got to his place it was around 9pm. He invited me in and asked if i was hungry. I was and he heated up some leftover pizza and we sat down and ate dinner and drank some beers. We talked about our history. He knew he was gay from an early age. He had a few partners but has been single since he became poz about 2 years ago. I told him that i was bi and not out about it and did most of my exploring with gay masseurs. Also mentioned i had gotten into fisting. "What do you like about being fisted" he asked "I like feeling a mans hand in me and having that full and deep feeling and having my limits stretched. But its more than physical. Being fisted to me is the ultimate in offering myself to the man that i am with. To spread my legs and offer myself to him and allow him to take me, own me from deep inside. Having him deep in my controlling me is amazing." i said "You like giving yourself to your man", he asked looking at me deeply with his eyes "Yes i do. If the connection is right. I want to give myself totally to him", i said softly looking at him He leaned in and kissed my so softly. I leaned forward kissing him back our mouths opening and caressing each other's tongues. He picked up my hand and led me to his bedroom. We started to make out and take off our clothes. As we got naked he pushed me back on his bed. I pushed myself up to the top and lay there opening my legs for him. He lay on me and we made incredible passionate love or at least it felt like it. His kissing was so intense, assertive yet passionate. He was raping my mouth with his tongue and i didnt want him to stop. I opened my legs more as his cock was pushing at my hole. He then kissed me all over sucking on my nipples then going down on me briefly taking my hard cock in his mouth and then lifting my ass off the bed and he started eating my hole. I lifted up my ass to meet his mouth and held my legs back. "Ohhhh Brian eat me please", i moaned He kept eating me out and and moaned and writhed all over the bed. Then he got up on his knees, put my legs on his shoulders and put the head of his fat cock at my hole. He spat on his cock and pressed his head in. "Uggghhhh", i winced as his cock was so fat. He kissed and played with my tits and pushed in. It hurt like hell but also felt sooo good. Finally he was balls deep in me. He didn't wait this time to start fucking me. He started with short strokes then to long strokes and started pounding me. "Ohhhh your pussy is so tight. Its like a tight glove around my cock", he moaned and breathed hard as he picked up his pace His cock was stretching and pounding my hole. It hurt but also felt so good and he was banging my prostate. I started to moan in a whining bitch in heat sound and said" Uhhhh fuck me please. Fuck me hard, take me own me please". I tried to raise my ass higher off the bed to get more of him in me. I wanted all of him in me. "Ohh bitch you are mine aren't you. You want me to stop and pull out. Maybe put on a condom or you like it bare?", he said picking up his pace "Bare please and please don't sto fucking me please. Fuck me, take me and make me yours please", i begged "You want my seed in you?", he yelled "Yes i do please mark me, make me yours please", i blathered out I was in total ecstasy. I was high on the pain and pleasure. I had never felt this way before and my eyes rolled back and my ass uncontrollably started to spasm. I grabbed his hips and i didnt know what was happening to my body and i started to shoot spurt after spurt of cum all over his chest and mine. "Ahhhhhhh", he yelled as my ass was squeezing his cock hard "Here is comes bitch", he yelled I felt his thick cock expand and i felt his hot juice spurt in me and my hole suddenly felt all wet and warm. My ass squeezed even harder and i felt like i was having a continued orgasm. His fucking slowed down but he kept pounding me and grinding in me. He leaned in and kissed me deeply are lips locked. He leg go of my legs off his shoulder and i let them slide on his side and i wrapped them tight around his waist crossing them at the bottom of his back and wrapped my arms around his back. "Please stay in me please", i asked softly. "I need you in me", i said. He kissed me back deeply and said "Don't worry i wont", he said In our embrace he slowly kept grinding expanding my whole with his thick meat and massaging my prostate. It felt so amazing to have him in me and to feel his seed in me and my legs and arms wrapped around him. I drifted off with him in me. I was in heaven. I woke up to use the bathroom. It was about 2am. As i climbed back in bed i looked at him. He was so hot. He lay there on his back with his legs partly spread. His penis was soft but still meaty. I couldn't resist, climbed on the bottom part of the bed and started to lick him and softly suck on him as not to wake him up. After several minutes of licking him, teasing his head with my fingers and sucking lightly on him, his cock was at full mast. It was glorious. I dribbled more salaiva on it and then climbed on. I winced as its still a thick piece of meat but squatted down until half of his huge cock was in me and slowly kept sliding on it when finally i had all of him in me. I started riding him, putting my hands on his chest. "Hmmm someone needs Daddy's cock", he whispered "Yes Daddy I needed to have you back in me again", i moaned as a rode his meat He grabbed my waist and started to pick me up with his strength and pull me back down on his cock. I moaned like a total whore and threw my head back. He then got up and pushed me on my back while still keeping his cock in me. He lifted my ass off the bed and then piledrived into me. "OHHHH Shit", i cried "You wanted it you are going to get it", he moaned He fucked my hard like that only the top of my back on the bed and my neck bent looking up at this god who was fucking the shit out of me. He fucked me like that for what seemed like for ever then turned me over flat on my stomach, spread my legs and entered me from behind pushing down on my back. "OOHHHHH your hurting me", i yelled. It felt like he was tearing my hole. I grabbed the sheets and bit down on them. He essentially sat on me and pounded me mercilessly. "Bitch i am going make you pregnant.", he said in my ear as he grabbed my hair lifted my head towards him and gave me a wet sloppy tongue lock. He rode me like and then i could feel him tense up and his cock expand in me, "Here is comes boy....ughhhhhhhhhh", he grunted and felt spurts in me. "Ahhhh yes, breed me please", i cried out lifting my ass to meet his cock. He pushed my ass back down grinding his cock in me then lying on me kissing the back of my neck. "You're mine", he said as he breathed and kissed my neck "I know", i leaned back and said He rolled off of me after all his cock softened and all his cum went into me. I moved back to the top of the bed and put my head on his chest and fell asleep.' I woke up and looked over and i was in the bed alone. It was 9am. I put my head back down on the pillow. My ass was sore and wet. I started to think about last night and everything that happened. It hit me that i had fucked bareback and taken cum from someone who was poz. I started to worry about it. Would i get HIV? Would i get AIDS? What would i tell my family? "Good morning sleepy head. You were out last night.", he said. He walked over to the bed and sat next to me sitting up. "Good morning" i said quitely "You ok", he said "I am worried about last night", i told him "You mean about getting fucked bareback by someone with HIV?, he said "Yes. I am scared and worried and don't know what to do? Should i go see my doctor or go to a clinic?", i said worryingly. I started to tear. He sat next to me on the bed and i sat up next to him. As i did a bunch of cum plopped out and my butt made a little noise. I took my fingers and wiped some of it up and he leaned over and licked off my fingers and then kissed me deeply. I kissed back and opened my mouth to accept the cum juice. "That is how we taste together", he said. It then clicked what that meant. My pussy juice and his cum....this is how we tasted together. Pulling back, he said "It's up to you what you want to do" "That's the problem, i am confused", i said He put his around my should and i leaned in on him, his hand on my thigh. "I don't know what i want to do, i mean i took your poz cock and cum", i sobbed and looked up at him "I know i shouldn't have but i did", i said "Did you enjoy it", he asked "Yes a lot", i responded "Then what are you afraid of", he asked "Getting pozzed. I am angry at myself for letting this happen", i said tearing His hand was rubbing my thigh and now brushed against my hard cock. "Maybe you are angry cause you know you liked it. In fact you wanted it", he leaned in and started to kiss my ear "No i don't want to get hiv", i said "Are you sure cause your cock is telling me something else right now", he said as his hand was now rubbing my hard cock and i let out a soft moan "I can't be. I don't want to be pozzed", i uttered "You sure cause again your cock is telling me another thing", he said as his hand was now stroking me I just moaned back in a daze and conflicted "You wanted to give yourself to me, to let me breed you and make you a poz slut", he said in my ear "No i dont want to be pozzed please, i don't know whats going on", i said yielding to his maniplulations. My hand found his mammoth cock and started to stroke it. "You want it, you want me to poz you again", he said pushing me back "Don't worry i will take care of you. You will be mine", he said kissing my neck "Yes" i moaned "Yes please Daddy own me, breed me, poz me and make me yours I opened my legs once again and offered myself to him taking him in me. We fucked like this and doggy for the next hour. "Tell me what you want", he said fucking me "I want you to poz me please Daddy, please poz me", i cried out "Here you go baby. Take my load", ugghhhh and he unloaded another poz load in me. After several minutes in my arms grinding in my whole and while kissing and pulled back from the kiss. "Daddy how long will it take for me to be poz", i asked "I don't know but i will make sure of it", he said back and kissed me deeply. I thought I am his now and I love it.

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Chapter 10 The Guy yelled “ Fuck “, the guy replied “ You have no idea “. He proceeded to destroy the guys ass and probably with the cuts in his ass would get Pozzed tonight. The guy was gurgling, saying how great it felt. He was feeling the effects of that huge shard The guy kept fucking, getting as deep as he could. I could hear his grunts when the guy hit bottom or taped on the guys second ring. This went on for a while until the top guy said “ You ready to get pregnant Bitch ? “. The guy bent guy said “ Yes, Knock me up. Make a baby in me “. The guy was sweating a lot, I could tell he was not in control of himself, rather the Meds were taking him down the road to conversion. The guy with the Biohazard tat said. “ Ready or not, hear cums a hot POZ load into your guts you Fag “. With that he lunged forward and pulled the guys hips back. He had to have busted the second ring in the guys ass because he squealed and shock his head like a stuck pig. I wasn’t sure if he heard or realized that the load that he just took would probably send him home with a little extra gift. During all this I was enjoying a nice ass fucking from my friend. The Meth shard was working it’s wonders and the Liquid my friend shot up me had me as hard as a rock. I couldn’t get off, probably due to the Meth but that was OK. He pulled out of y ass and turned around and presented me with his ass. I eagerly pushed up his tight as. The guy that was sucking me started eating my ass. If anyone knows how sensitive a cock and everything gets when spun, try getting your ass eaten deep while spun. It is crazy wild. My friend said how good my cock felt up his ass., I had to agree. I stopped and was able to squeeze out a little piss. Mt friend said “ Fuck. You fucking pig”. I replied “ Looks who’s bent over taking some tina piss in his ass” . That got everybody’s attention. I went back to fucking and working my manjuice into is guts. I looked over to the Kid and he was getting yet another load shot in him from a guy that was hung average. I might have missed one or more, but I think it was his third load after coming down to the basement. The guy with the Bio-hazard tat came over to the kid and flopped his limp dick on the kids mouth. I wasn’t sure how clean it was but the Kid eagerly opened his mouth and stared sucking and licking the head. The guy said “ This is good youngster to break. He is already trained a little and ready. He will be fun to bring to the dark side “. The Kid just smiled and cleaned the guys cock like a good boy. I wondered how long until the kid going throat that size of a cock. The kid was getting fucked my a guy that had a very fat cock. You cold tell it wasn’t going in easy because the sling as rocking back and forth while he was stuffing that fat sausage up the kids ass. He pulled out without shooting and another guy came to get in the kids cunt. I noticed a PA that had a point on the end of it. He pushed his cock in the kids ass and went deep. The Kid moaned loud. I wondered if he took the second booty bump that I had given him. If he did he would really be enjoying this. The guy pulled out and you cold see red streaks on his shaft and under neath rings were hanging off the guys foreskin. I knew the kid had really been ripped up. The guy went over to the one guy that was recently bred The guy was bent over sucking a cock and the one with all the piercings walked behind him and proceeded to fuck the hell out of him. The guy tried to stand up but others held him down while the guy destroyed his ass. I knew he would be bleeding for a few days after this and would definitely go home with some diseases, just like a true fag should. A guy that was smoking and blowing huge clouds came over and stuck the pipe in the kids mouth. The kid took a couple huge hits and held it then blew them out. The kids pupils we are big as I have ever seen them.

------- Chapter 4.1 - A League for Everyone ------- I expect some will not like the way this chapter ends. There may even be a downvote or ten. But not everyone Ric meets is a bug craving chaser. --- Ric walked out of the hotel, feeling pretty down. The porn shoot had gone poorly and while everyone blamed the other guy, Ric still felt partly responsible. He got back to his dorm room and spent some time answering a couple messages asking about escorting services. He really wasn't in the mood to talk about them and all but one weren't worth much effort to reply to. "They're just looking for free pics" Ric said to himself. Even the good one he figured wouldn't amount to anything. It was a quiet weekend and Ric spent most of his time studying for a test. Saturday afternoon, a message came in from Joe. "Want to come over next wkend? Got new recipes to try. u like thai?" Joe's message said. "ok. love thai boys" Ric replied. "thai food. bring ur own bois. btw, saw guy from hot tub. has a new tat on his pec. hope it was from our fuck with him" Joe replied. "thai food good 2. I like it spicy. same as our club tat?" Ric asked. "yeah. 3 inch on L pec. 2 bad he shaved whole chest 4 it. I liked his fur" Joe replied. "ikr it grows back tho. friday @6?" Ric replied and got "k" back. On Monday he got a message from Rawson in the evening. "Sorry about that. He was too wasted to perform. I saw how hard u tried." Other than a few messages back and forth with friends and his parents, the next week was uneventful. As the week drew to a close, Ric was happy to have a client to see Thursday night. His hope of limiting his escorting gigs to once a week had turned into praying he could get one a month. He got home with a nice wad of money in his pocket and laid down on his bed checking on what messages he'd missed while he was gone. A few were from friends which he replied to and then he moved over to his other phone. "We got a two short clips out of last session. On site now. You are popular even with a dead fish as a partner" was the first message from Ari. "U taged guy in last shoot. u stil got it" was the message from Rawson. "Want to partner for a gig again? Have a good 1" was the message from Paul. "Have another guy for a shoot. Think he will be much better. Are you interested?" came another message from Ari. "Thnaks 4 ur payment. CLick to get you're free gift" got deleted just from seeing the preview. "thanks for your time. that was amazing. Are you free in 2 weeks?" came from the client he had just been to. Since Eddy was not in the room, he looked over at Rawson's site to view the porn clips they were able to salvage. Both were 30 seconds long and Ric watched both, hoping no one would come in. It had been a lot of work to get one minute of porn, Ric thought to himself. They weren't bad but not nearly as good as his scene with Rawson in the first video. He thought that maybe he should just give it up and follow Joe's lead by only escorting during college for extra cash. Then he read the comments. "Shot my load as soon as I saw the wrestler again", "waste of that hot latin dude with that boring bottom", "I need to get that wrestler 2 knock me up", "Sorry Rawson, that wrestler is way hottr than u. he should b in every vid" and "found wrestlers escort ad. saving $ now" were the first comments that he read. There were over a hundred more and Ric continued to read each one. By the time he finished, his face was grinning. He went to sleep with his ego fully pumped. Ric walked out of the shower on Monday morning and saw one of the guys on the floor that had flirted with him a few times standing there waiting his turn for and empty shower. The guy had his eyes closed and was just leaning back against the wall. Ric started drying himself off and when the guy didn't move he said "Shower's open." The guy opened his eyes and stared back at Ric. He said "Fuck... You're even hotter up close" quickly followed by "Oh shit! I didn't mean to say that out loud... Uh... Thanks" before walking past, visibly shaken as he got into the shower stall. Ric said "Thanks. You're pretty hot yourself" and winked at him as he walked by. Ric went to his room, got dressed and headed down to breakfast. He looked around to see if anyone he knew was at a table but gave up and found an empty one to eat his food. Half way through his breakfast, the guy from the shower sat down across from him. "Uh, hi. Thanks for waking me up earlier. I might have stood there for hours, chilling" the guy said, chuckling. "It can get pretty backed up some times, I didn't want you to lose your chance. I'm Ric, by the way" Ric said. "Oh, sorry. I'm Mateo. Good to meet you. Sorry about my comment, earlier. When I'm not awake I say things that should stay inside" he said. "No problem. We all do that some times, but I meant my reply to be... audible" Ric replied. Mateo seemed to be surprised at Ric's bluntness. "Nice name. It makes you more unique than the tons of Matts around. You also miss out on the bad nicknames like 'door matt' that a couple of my friends endured in high school." Ric said, taking another bite of food. "I've seen you around and have been meaning to say 'hi' but I've been kinda busy." Ric said. "Yeah, you missed the first few weeks so I guess you've been catching up. We did a couple events on the floor those weeks to meet everyone, so you didn't get to do that awkward "Hi, my name is Tom. I like fishing and biking and wearing women's underwear" introduction in front of everyone." "Damn, that sounds like fun. Glad I missed it" Ric said, rolling his eyes. "I don't like any of those things, so sorry if it wrecks your image of me" Ric added, grinning back at Mateo. "I like biking, but my bicycle was stolen the first week of the semester. And I'd rather get fish at a restaurant and..." Mateo said, not finishing his sentence. "And?" Ric probed. Mateo leaned in and said quietly "I like guys but I'm not into dressing like a girl" before leaning back and looking embarrassed. "I've met some guys that get into that stuff, but I find it a distraction. I prefer guys to be totally naked. I guess that means we have something else in common other than the color of our skin. " Ric replied. Ric saw the sudden change in Mateo's demeanor. He was now a lot more relaxed. "By the way, I didn't start classes late, I was bouncing around dorm rooms. The first two roommates didn't like my sexuality. The first one thought I was going to rape him in his sleep and the second just made too many homophobic comments" Ric said. "Damn, I'm sorry. I didn't know. From what I saw this morning, the first guy would have been split in two if you did" Mateo said, laughing. Ric shook his head. It was now his turn to be embarrassed. After a few seconds he replied "Uh... maybe. I like to think I'm more than just a big dick..." "I didn't mean it that way. It is impressive, but the rest of you is too. And uptight straight guys are always scared of what they don't understand. Like how good it feels to get fucked" Mateo said. Ric nodded back, smiling. They were just finishing up their breakfast when Mateo said "I can't believe how easy it is to talk to you. I thought you were this stuck-up guy who didn't think anyone was good enough for him. I flirted with you a few times and you didn't even seem to notice" Mateo said. "I'm just an idiot sometimes. I only came out a year ago and I don't always catch on that someone is interested. Or I'm too shy to approach a guy. I'm getting better, but the confidence isn't always there" Ric replied. He didn't want to tell Mateo how many times he'd dreamed of having wild sex with him. He had finally found a guy at college that looked like him and was queer, but while he saw those flirts he was afraid to act. "I'm interested. Is that too subtle?" Mateo said, grinning. He got up and looked back at Ric, who quickly grabbed his tray and stood up. They dumped their stuff in the trash started to walk back to the floor. "When's your first class?" Ric asked. "1pm. How about you?" Mateo replied. "Two. Plenty of time to get to know each other. Is your roommate around?" Ric asked. "No, he spends all day on campus. Want to come over?" Mateo asked. Minutes later they were in Mateo's room, sitting on his bed. "Danny likes it warm in here, so I usually take my shirt off" Mateo said. He grinned over at Ric before he pulled the tee over his head and tossed it on the chair. "Same here" Ric said smiling and pulled his shirt over his head and laid it on the end of the bed. Mateo spent a minute looking over at Ric's body and felt his cock start to swell. "So... Gay or bi? Top or bottom? Kink or vanilla? Hookups or relationship? Cut or uncut?" Mateo fired off, covering the growing bulge in his jeans. "Wow. Uh... Gay, versatile but usually top, it depends, hookups or friends with benefits so far. You didn't notice? I'm uncut. Now your turn" Ric responded. Mateo chuckled and said "Gay, versatile bottom I guess, pretty vanilla, hookups but I'd kill for a boyfriend, and I'm a freak since I'm cut. I guess that means we're pretty compatible" Mateo said. "That left out a whole bunch of options. Like one on one or groups? Bare or covered? Spit or swallow? Bed or floor? Bathhouse or home? Naked or partially clothed?" Ric fired back. Mateo looked a little surprised at some of the questions. He swallowed hard and looked at Ric a moment before replying slowly "I've never done more than one on one. I try to use condoms, but sometimes I'm too horny to ask. I always swallow since I love the taste of cum. I prefer a bed, but the floor is ok. I've never gone to a bathhouse or any place like that. I've sucked a few guys in bathrooms but its usually too risky. Uh... the last one... naked every time. I even hate it when guys leave their socks on." A few seconds later he added "I'm scared to hear your replies and now I'm thinking we're not so compatible. "You haven't even heard my answers. Just cuz I've done some things doesn't mean they are my favorite. Yeah, I've done some three ways and group things, but I still prefer one on one. It's hard to find condoms that fit me, so I almost always bareback. Like you, I love the taste of cum so I always swallow. Uh, trick question, since it's more about what is available - bed, floor, couch, or tree stump. As long as it isn't a patch of poison ivy, I'm ok with it. Bath houses can be fun, but it's not a place you take a partner to for sex. That's more of a place to find a hookup. But since I've had sex there and not in my dorm room, I guess I'd have to say bathhouse. I prefer to wear as little as possible at all times, sex or not. If you'd come over to my room, you would usually find me in just a pair of shorts. And I only have those on since Eddy is much more modest" Ric said. "I think you're out of my league. I've been out and having sex for five years, but you sound a lot more experienced than me" Mateo said. Ric could see how deflated Mateo was. "I really don't think anyone is out of my league... and I lost my virginity only a year ago. My league is gay or bi guys, nothing less. Anyone that thinks another guy is below him, isn't worth wasting time on, they're actually at the bottom of the pile and too stupid to know it. I've learned a lot by someone pushing me to try new stuff. I also found some stuff I don't like. But... I think I forgot a big question... Foreplay first or just fuck?" Ric asked. Mateo seemed to be surprised that Ric was still talking to him. He quietly replied "Foreplay" expecting Ric to get up and leave at any moment. "Yeah, me too. In fact, sometimes its enough to spend a few hours with a guy, naked and exploring each other's bodies" Ric replied, moving a little closer to Mateo. "Enough?" Mateo asked. "Yeah, satisfying. Just like having a good conversation with someone can be as fun as having sex. That turns me on too. Foreplay might even last for days. Sex doesn't have to be foreplay, fuck, orgasm, and done in one meeting. It might be foreplay, wait a day, more foreplay, sex, wait, foreplay, sex, orgasm, sex, orgasm, foreplay, sex, orgasm, done. You can't do that with a hookup, but with a partner or a friend with benefits you can. Like today. You have to leave at 12:30 to get to your class so we might just spend the next two hours making out and letting our hands and tongues explore each other's bodies" Ric replied. He heard Mateo gasp quietly. He reached over and pulled Mateo's face close and kissed him. The second kiss lasted longer and the third got their tongues involved. Mateo made the next move and wrapped his arm around, pulling Ric closer. Ric's hands roamed over Mateo's smooth skin. Their Q&A never touched on what kinds of guys they were attracted to and while Ric preferred hairy guys, it wasn't a deal breaker. With a few dozen escort gigs under his belt, he found that body type usually didn't matter as much as attitude. Mateo was a little tentative about touching his body but Ric had no reservations. His thumbs started to rub over Mateo's nipples and each flick garnered a moan. One hand kept playing with his nips and then the other reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. Mateo didn't seem to be trying to get his pants off, so Ric put some pressure on him to lay him on his back. Next, he climbed off the bed and tugged on the jeans and left Mateo on the bed in a pair of plain white briefs. Briefs that had a decent sized bulge in them and a little wet spot. Mateo looked embarrassed to be mostly naked and vulnerable, but watched Ric shed his jeans and trunks in a few seconds. "Fuck. That cock is hot" Mateo said. Ric reached down and tugged Mateo's briefs off, leaving both of them naked. "Yeah, but you're looking pretty good too. Ric knelt down on the floor and licked up from the bottom of Mateo's still growing shaft, making him howl. Ric licked over the cock, covering the entire surface in spit. He gave a few flicks of his tongue over the head and then he sucked the shaft into his mouth. Mateo was writhing in pleasure, his body feeling a blowjob unlike any he had gotten before. Ric could tell that he was driving Mateo quickly to orgasm so he backed off and let the shaft slip from his lips. He was about to work his way upwards toward Mateo's mouth when Mateo sat upright and slid off the bed to the floor in front of Ric. They looked each other in the eyes for a moment and Mateo said "I want to suck yours. I know I won't get it all in, but I want to try..." Ric stood up and held his cock out. "Oh my god... oh my god..." Mateo muttered as he started to lick around the shaft. Soon he got into the groove and was sucking better than Ric expected. He wasn't going to push him too fast and just let Mateo try to go deeper on his own. After ten minutes, Mateo pulled off and looked up at Ric. "My jaw is sore. Can many guys get all the way down?" he asked. "Not all. Some can. Usually guys with a lot of experience. But you're doing fine and it felt damn good" Ric replied. He saw Mateo rub his hand around his cock and over the trimmed pubes. "Why do you trim them? It's easier to just let the bush grow" Mateo asked. Ric chuckled and didn't want to give him any of the real reasons he kept them trimmed, like "If it grows too thick it will cover up the tattoo" or "It makes my cock look longer, like this." Instead, he replied "Uh, I just like how it looks when it's trimmed a bit and not a jungle." When Mateo's hand rubbed above his cock and over the tattoo he knew what the next question was going to be. "This tattoo is a little scary. I think that's why some of the guys on the floor are intimidated by you. Why did you get it?" Mateo asked innocently. "Ah, that's more complicated. I got it for a group I'm in. It's their symbol and everyone has to have one." Ric said. "That must be some crazy group that would make you get a tattoo to be part of it. And one that means you're a biohazard" Mateo said. Ric took a deep breath and decided to tell Mateo his secret. "Well, the guys are pretty cool, but they can get a little crazy at times. In a way, I am kind of a hazard to some people. It means I'm HIV positive" Ric said bluntly. Mateo gasped and jumped back a few inches. "What?" he gasped out. "I'm not going to do anything to put you in danger, but if we're going to go much farther you need to know that" Ric replied. "Fuck. I'm sorry... Uh... I just don't know what to say" Mateo said. "Well, first I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything about it to anyone on the floor. It's only something that people I have sex with need to know. Second... as I said I wouldn't do anything that could infect you unless you want to. Third... if you don't want to get infected with HIV and you're going to have an active sex life, then you should get on prep. It doesn't do anything for other STDs, but its really effective and you can fuck raw all the time" Ric said, figuring that today's fun was over. "Oh... ok. I won't say anything. What can we do that's not too risky?" Mateo asked. Ric looked down and saw the panic gone from his face, his cock rock hard and his hand once again wrapped around the base of Ric's cock. Ric chuckled again, relieved how this was going. "No bare fucking and no swallowing my load if your gums are bleeding. The risk is low for most everything else. You got condoms?" Ric asked. "Yeah, of course" Mateo replied. "Then it looks like you're going to top if we get past foreplay" Ric replied with a wink. Mateo immediately went back to licking Ric's cock. He bobbed on it for a few more minutes until he pulled off again, trying to give his jaw a break. Ric pulled him up to his feet and began to kiss him again, feeling their cocks pressed next to each other and trapped between them. Ric let his hands roam all over Mateo's back and finally let them grab his butt, squeezing the firm muscles. Mateo moaned into their kiss and then he did the same to Ric. "Your ass is mine" Mateo said playfully after he ended the kiss. Ric laughed, picking Mateo up and laying him back on the bed. He licked down Mateo's body, biting gently on each nip and then kissing down until he had Mateo's stiff shaft back in his mouth. Ric went to work, sucking and getting Mateo moaning again. After deep throating him a few times, Ric pulled off and lapped his tongue over the brown shaft. He looked up and asked "Doggy or missionary?" Mateo laughed. "Only one?" Mateo asked as he reached under his pillow and pulled out a condom. Ric opened it and rolled it down Mateo's shaft. If he had any concern about fucking a poz guy, Mateo wasn't showing it. "Doggy to start" he said, sitting up as Ric crawled back on the bed. Mateo dribbled some lube on Ric's hole and coated the condom with it. He looked down at Ric's hairy ass and slowly pushed forward. Other than a few clients, Ric had avoided getting a covered dick in his ass since Joe had tricked him a year before. He knew he liked a bare fuck a million times better than a covered one, but he did what he had to do. His morning meet with Mateo had been fun so far, but he knew it would be better if he could get bred before he flipped and bred Mateo in return. While Mateo had a vanilla background, he was a decent fuck. His cock wasn't as long as Ric's, but it was nice and thick and felt good in his ass. He found it funny that his biggest worry was that the condom would break. Mateo had been drilling Ric's ass for almost twenty minutes. He had varied the thrusts and angles enough that it never got boring. Suddenly, Mateo yanked his cock out, slapped Ric on his ass and growled "On your back!" Ric was surprised at the change in attitude and didn't know if he was trying to prove to Ric that he wasn't a totally vanilla guy. Ric rolled and pulled his legs back, exposing his tender hole. Mateo leaned forward, pressing his cock back into Ric's hole. "Lube" Ric softly said and Mateo nodded his head, apologetically. A few drips of lube, a finger pushing it in and then coating the still hard, covered shaft was enough prep for the next plunge Mateo made into Ric's ass. Ric always enjoyed staring back on the guy that he was fucking, or in this case, fucking him. He could tell immediately if what he did pleasured the other guy or not. Mateo froze, his cock over half way in with his eyes closed and an almost blank look on his face. Slowly a smile reappeared and he began to pump in and out of Ric's hole. With a steady, if soft, pace plowing his ass, Ric worked his hole around Mateo's shaft, never gripping it too hard to cause the condom to break. He didn't care if he infected most guys he hooked up with, since they usually knew of his status and wanted his bug, but he really liked Mateo and decided that he'd let Mateo decide his own fate. There was something in their connection that was deeper than just a fuck. He'd already been accepting of Ric's status and knew that was not always the reaction he got. Even better, he was a fun guy to fool around with and he wanted to see where their sexual escapades took them. Of course, he wanted to fuck Mateo and preferably bare. A few more squeezes and he had Mateo extremely close to cumming. He really didn't want the cum to fill the condom but it was up to Mateo to decide where to shoot his neg load. "Fuck... FUCK... FUUUUUCCKKK!" Mateo growled. Ric stood still, knowing that any movement he made might trigger Mateo's orgasm and he wanted Mateo to be in charge of it. Suddenly, Mateo pulled his cock out of Ric's hole, ripped off the condom and shoved a pair of fingers back into Ric before he showered Ric's chest with cum. The second shot hit Ric's face and the last six spurts covered his chest and abs. After Mateo shot rope number three, his fingers had hit the spot and Ric began cumming on his own. Ric's toxic spooge mixed with Mateo's neg cum on his chest as the pair gasped for breath. "It doesn't look any different" Mateo said a couple minutes later as he stared at the pool of semen on Ric's chest. "Nope. Doesn't taste any different either" Ric said, staring back at Mateo's serious face. "Thanks for being honest with me. You could have said nothing and I would have gladly let you fuck me bare. Even cum in me. But now I have to be honest with you..." Mateo said with Ric's legs still on his shoulders. The smile from earlier was gone and Ric felt bad that a really fun fuck was ending on such a down note. Ric pulled his face down and kissed him. "What?" Ric asked softly. Mateo took a deep breath and replied "The condom broke after I started fucking you on your back." "WHAT? When?" Ric asked, turned on but also shocked. "Second thrust" Mateo said, shyly. Ric began to look more concerned. "Why didn't you pull out?" he asked. "It felt so good. I almost came inside of you too. Maybe next time..." Mateo replied, grinning. A few moments later, Mateo started to lean back and Ric reached up and held his hand. "When do you finish classes today?" Ric asked. "Four, why?" Mateo asked. "Meet me at the clock tower as soon as you get out" Ric replied. "We're going over to the clinic and get you on prep. I want to feel you shooting your load in me almost as much as I want to breed your ass" Ric said. The smile grew on Mateo's face. "That would be amazing" Mateo replied.

Near me (in Providence RI) I used to go to the bathhouses to get fucked. One day I stumbled upon their "blackout" days where the entire place is dark... And I was totally hooked! It doesn't matter what I look like, or what the top looks like. It's so perfect. Just strip and put my ass in the air and wait. The feeling of a stiff cock probing my tight hole without any warning is spectacular! It's like when someone cums inside you suddenly without the usual tell tale signs...

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Part 8: The Still After Craig died, Hamish plunged into a sinkhole of outrage, despair, and bleak sadness. He had finally let his guard down and allowed himself to love a mortal and now, for the first time in nearly half a millennium of life, he was truly experiencing grief and loss. It was even more wrenching because he had never before let himself feel so deeply for another human being. Most of all, he was being torn to emotional shreds and tatters by the horrific way in which Craig’s life had ended, an end which neither he nor anyone else could have predicted. Healing took years, although it didn’t seem very long to Hamish – a mortal would have been much more conscious of the lengthy, endless, dreary days of loneliness and desolation. In time, his broken heart healed somewhat, and became – well, not whole by any means, but as whole as it would ever be again. Hamish resumed his travels, roaming the country by himself. He found himself in Edinburgh when King James VI’s court chamberlain was hiring palace staff, and with his cultured manners at their polished best, he quickly found himself in place as a chamber servant to the King. That, in turn, predictably led to another assignation in another royal bedroom, as soon as James became aware of his stunning appearance – still looking exactly 32 years old and a bit, of course. James was completely versatile, and Hamish now found, thanks to his experiences with Graham and Murdo, that he thoroughly enjoyed flipping from time to time, or even within a single evening’s session, between top and bottom. Since James was also versatile in his gender preferences, Hamish found himself experiencing his first-ever sex with a woman. She was the wife of a knight in the king’s guard, and she and her husband had both taken turns in the king’s bed – separately and together. Meg was a jolly, engaging soul, with a great sense of fun that definitely lit up the royal bedroom during her 3-way with the king and Hamish. Since both he and the king seeded her before Hamish planted his second load deep in the royal ass, he couldn’t help wondering if she would conceive and, if so, which man in her life would be the daddy! Much more rewarding to Hamish was the night he spent with Meg’s hubby, Glen, while Meg was occupied with the king on another occasion. As tight and muscular as you’d expect a guardsman to be, and as well-endowed as virtually all of James’ favourites (the king had a real fetish for big cocks), Glen proved to be just as versatile as the king and had just about the fastest recovery time Hamish had ever seen (other than his own, of course, which was almost legendary). Glen also had a real gift for making a man feel good in many different ways while his sizable tool was buried deep in his bottom’s ass. Hamish was quite willing to let Glen fuck him and cum inside him twice – at least, until his cock demanded its chance and he in turn fucked and bred Glen three times in a row. When Hamish at last pulled his dick out, the hunky guardsman pleaded for mercy, and then lay there on his back, gasping for breath, as the flood of immortal sperm slowly flowed out of his wide-stretched hole. When Queen Elizabeth of England died at Richmond Palace, near London, in 1603, James was named as King James I of England, thereby becoming James VI and I. His court correspondingly grew greater, and so did the number and stature of his favourites. Hamish stayed with the King (and Glen, too) for the first few months until his coronation, but then begged leave and was granted permission. James was a fickle man, one who ricocheted from favourite to favourite throughout his life. He treated Hamish fairly, giving him a generous parting gift, but could hardly have been said to care all that much. It was all old news to Hamish, too. By now, he had been through so many affairs with so many famous and infamous people that he was becoming more than a little bored. Status and fame, in and of themselves, didn’t do anything for him, as they once had, and while he still enjoyed sexual pleasures, there was nothing to them beyond the physical act. That was the basic problem. He still missed and lamented Craig. How could he not, when they had shared their lives with each other so thoroughly, so completely, for 15 years? After so much emotional intimacy and intensity, it was hardly surprising that going back to “nothing but hookups” began to seem relatively sterile and unrewarding, at least as far as his emotional life was concerned. But what surprised him more was that he again found his thoughts turning to Alan. Hamish could sense that his connection to Alan had remained unfractured by his impulsive venture into romance with Craig. He knew full well that theirs was a bond that transcended idle human emotions like jealousy. What was surprising to him was how thoroughly Alan had disappeared from his conscious mind throughout the previous twenty-some years. Hamish was still learning about the nature of living in a bond with another immortal. What he now began to understand was that the lines of communication, conscious and subconscious, began to lapse into silence and stillness unless tended regularly. Those lines didn’t vanish altogether – the nature of the bond made that impossible – but neglect would certainly make them go quiet. As this began to dawn on Hamish, he started to wonder which of them it was, he himself or Alan, who was triggering those thoughts in his mind. Which of them was reaching out to the other? Or, as seemed at least as likely, were they both doing it? Then, his thought process went farther. What, he wondered, had Alan experienced at the moment of his climactic battle with the demon, followed by the death of Craig, who he had loved so dearly? If ever there had been a time when every last bit of Hamish’s mind and body was totally engaged in the moment, that fight for his life and for his love was it. Was Alan “tuned in” to him that night? From there, it was a quick jump to wondering something further: had Alan been the one who had mentally prompted him to realize that he had the strength of two demons in him because of their bond? At this point, Hamish could have sworn that he heard in his head, just for a moment, Alan’s characteristic dry chuckle, his most common kind of laughter – have amused, half sardonic. “Well, I guess that answers that question,” he said aloud. The tavern waitress caught it, and said, “Pardon, sir?” in a puzzled tone. “Nothing. Just thinking my thoughts.” And someone else’s thoughts too, he mentally added. Hamish was gradually waking up to the reality that, as an immortal, he was simply too old for the world in which he lived. Everyone around him was a mere child by comparison. He became more and more aware that they were children indeed, not only in relative age, but even more in relative maturity and wisdom. Their most intense preoccupations and dreadful problems were all old familiar sights which he had seen come and go dozens of times in his lengthy life span. This was one of the dominant characteristics in Alan as well, a kind of detached amusement and mockery mingled with sadness at the silliness of so much of the world. Hamish knew that he wasn’t getting it transmitted to him by Alan because it was simply the natural outcome of living so many life spans of the mortals around him. At last, he realized that what his heart and mind -- his soul, really -- needed was to be with Alan again. He needed Alan because of their bond, but also because he had far more in common now with Alan than with any other person he was ever likely to encounter in the world. And so, he set out to try to find Alan once more. Easier said than done. He began by paying much more attention to the thoughts of Alan that drifted through his mind, searching for clues or some indication of whether he was drawing closer to his bonded partner’s location. As he listened to his own thoughts more closely, he began to discern a pattern. Regularly, images of towering mountains came up when he thought of Alan. The Highlands. Some looked familiar, some less so. Then, one morning he awoke from sleep with an unmistakable mental image from a dream, an image of Alan standing and looking at a solitary mountain of distinctive and unforgettable profile, once seen, never forgotten: Ben Loyal, in the far north of Scotland. Hamish headed his steps that way. Of course, it took a while, going as he always had on foot. He also got diverted by some minor adventures along the way: a rugged farmer near Ben Nevis, a tavern keeper in Inverness, and others. The most memorable of all was when he landed in a small country village tavern, in the year 1635. With few travellers on the roads this far north, his company was mostly local people and a noisy, roistering crew they were. Hamish had always been partial to a few rounds of good ale, but before long he was recommended to try the particularly fine locally made whisky. He did, and it was every bit as good as popular report made it. Later in the evening, a tall, well-built redhead, perhaps 30 years old, entered the tavern, and everyone shouted welcomes to “Andrew.” The newcomer spotted Hamish, all too plainly eyeing him up (no one else in the place looked particularly enticing) and steered his steps over to Hamish’s table. “Welcome to our hometown local bar. I’m Andrew.” “Thank you. Hamish,” as they shook hands. “A fine old Scots name. Where’s your home?” “I’m really a homeless wanderer now, but my birthplace was close by Dunadd, in Kintyre.” “A MacAlpine?” “Yes, indeed. And yourself?” “Not a clansman. Name of Chalmers. My family roots go back to Edinburgh, but I was born in Perth.” “And now you’re living here in this village. What’s your business, if I may ask?” Andrew gave an amused chuckle. “You’re drinking it, my good man. I’m the master distiller.” Hamish eyed him with a new respect. “Your product is certainly admirable. How do you come to be here?” “I learned my trade from the master distiller here, and when he died, I took on in his place. If you’d like to know more, I’d be happy to take you through my distillery.” Hamish regretfully declined – for the moment. “That sounds fascinating, but I’m suffering from severe road fatigue at the moment. Perhaps we could do it tomorrow? I’ll be here for several days before carrying on north.” “By all means. Rest you tonight, and tomorrow night I’ll come again and find you.” They shook on it, and Andrew stood up and crossed over to the bar, where his friends all crowded around, offering congratulations and slapping him on the back. Hamish wondered why they were congratulating him, until he heard one of them saying, “Another notch for the bedpost, eh, Andrew?” Andrew merely smiled in reply. Hamish smiled a small smile of his own as he heard those words. If this small-town distiller thought he had latched onto an easy and willing victim, he had another think coming. Hamish hadn’t had any action for a while, and he was definitely pumped for being top man and calling the shots. Tomorrow night promised to be interesting at the very least, and maybe a good deal more. The next evening, Hamish was treated to something new in his experience. He’d enjoyed a glass of whisky here and there, but never been inside a distillery. The highlight of the building was the still, a large copper vessel which he knew must have cost a small fortune. Andrew could guess what he was thinking. “I’m sure my father rolled in his grave when I used my inheritance to buy that. He was a fierce old Calvinist who could have given John Knox a run for his money, and never touched a drop of liquor in his life. But I had that still made, to my design, and that still made me.” After taking Hamish all through the distillery, Andrew led him into the master distiller’s small, neat little house. “Any questions?” Hamish smiled. “Anything else you do that would set your father rolling in his grave?” Andrew laughed. He stepped towards Hamish, but Hamish moved even faster, seizing Andrew’s tall, lanky body and kissing him, driving his tongue into Andrew’s mouth. Slowly, he backed Andrew up across the kitchen until they came up against a closed door on the far side. Andrew fumbled behind him, turned the handle, and got the door open without breaking the kiss. At this point, Hamish moved faster until they backed into the bed, and crashed down together across the covers. The kisses got more and more passionate as they fumbled around, trying to undress each other. It was Hamish who first uncovered a proud, slender cock of a good length, surrounded by a nest of flaming red hair. He quickly swallowed it, bringing a loud groan from Andrew. Hamish considerately swung his hips around until his cock came to rest above Andrew’s face, giving Andrew a chance to finish undressing him and set him free. Before long, they were locked in a frantic sixty-nine, except that Hamish was having no trouble deep-throating Andrew’s cock but Andrew was finding Hamish’s sturdy manhood rather more of a challenge. He bravely carried on, however, continuing to work on the shaft as he felt Hamish’s mouth leave his cock and travel south between his thighs, prying them apart and beginning to work his way into the crack. After licking it for a few minutes, he returned to Andrew’s cock, but then took a finger and began prying into Andrew’s hole with it. By now, Andrew was proving himself a fast learner, following Hamish’s lead and actions at his end. With two cocks in two throats and two fingers in two asses, it was just a matter of time – and it was Hamish who exploded first, pumping a large dose of semen into Andrew’s throat just seconds before Andrew let his load fly into Hamish’s mouth. After a few minutes of breathing space, they sat up against the wall at the head of the bed. Andrew got up and left the room, throwing a “be right back” over his shoulder. He soon returned with a pair of dram glasses of whisky. Hamish swirled his whisky in the glass, inhaled the fumes, and commented, “Curious aroma.” Andrew laughed. “This is my special edition product, which I serve only at home and only to, umm, certain guests. Go ahead and taste, but to really get the point of this one you need to drink the whole dram at once.” Hamish took a tentative taste, liked it, and tipped his head back, shooting the entire dram in one swallow, as Andrew did the same with his. Andrew then took the glasses away and came back, sitting next to Hamish. “Well, that certainly tasted good but I’m not sure what was so special about it.” Andrew laid one arm across Hamish’s shoulders and placed the other hand on Hamish’s thigh. “Give it a minute,” he replied, “and relax while you’re waiting. Close your eyes.” Hamish closed his eyes and sat there. After a minute, Andrew moved his hand gently up Hamish’s thigh, towards his crotch, and at the same moment, Hamish said, “Whoa!” as he felt suddenly dizzy, then realized that his cock was swelling up to its full dimensions, all in a few seconds. In fact, he was sure that his tool was bigger and harder than he’d ever felt it before. Andrew chuckled. “Works like a charm, every time. Nothing insidious, just a little blend of herbs from an old recipe handed down in the former master distiller’s family. When he died, I inherited the recipe along with the distillery.” Hamish opened his eyes and saw at once that Andrew’s cock was standing as fiercely erect as his own. Both of them were already leaking copious amounts of precum at the tip, and both were twitching, eager for some action. All in a moment, Hamish realized that he needed to fuck ass, now. He quickly grabbed Andrew and flipped him over, face down on the bed, kicking his legs apart and prying his ass open. Andrew was a bit startled by the speed of Hamish’s movement, but he had no objection to being fucked by this sturdy young (as he thought) Scottish stud. Andrew grabbed his cock, stroked it once or twice, placed the tip against Andrew’s hole, and muttered, “Get ready.” A second later, he gave a single mighty thrust and buried the whole thing deep inside Andrew’s ass. Andrew yelled aloud, then clamped his mouth down on a handful of clothing. It was actually Hamish’s pants, and the rich blend of man smells made Andrew even hornier than before, if that were possible. Hamish wasted no time, beginning to pound Andrew’s tight ass mercilessly, driving in fast, hard, deep, deeper than he’d ever gotten in another man. Somehow it was a surprise, yet no surprise at all, that he began to feel his orgasm coming in barely a minute. Stopping now wasn’t on the agenda; Hamish probably couldn’t have stopped, even if he wanted to. He kept hammering away and in just a few more moments sprayed an enormous blast of seed inside Andrew’s quivering hole. The mere feel of his orgasm set Andrew off too, his ass convulsing around Hamish’s cock as his own dick pumped his cum out beneath his belly. Before Andrew had even finished cumming, Hamish had already begun pounding his ass again. Not only had his cock remained at full mast without even a moment’s delay, but he could feel the next load already gathering itself in his balls and starting its journey up to the launching port. Andrew, too, remained rock hard, and was steadily moaning and calling out in ecstasy, demanding of Hamish to fuck him harder, fill him up, keep pumping his hole, keep cumming in him, all that good stuff. Hamish had no trouble complying. Orgasm Number Two actually began with Andrew rearing up and shooting a jet of sperm at the walls of the room, and with that, the convulsions of his hole yanked a second load out of Hamish, seven more big squirts which filled his hole and began squelching out around Hamish’s cock as Hamish kept ramming away at him. But then, Hamish pulled out, turned around and flopped on his back on the bed. Andrew started moving to get between his legs, but Hamish shook his head and barked, “Get on it!” Andrew climbed up over Hamish and squatted, seed drizzling out of his ass as he sat down, taking Hamish’s solid meat deep inside him again. Andrew began to ride up and down on Hamish’s studly tool, slamming down on his hips and then pulling right up until only the tip was inside him, and then back down hard and fast. He was facing Hamish’s feet, but his moans and cries were loud enough that Hamish heard every word. Anyway, it took only about three more minutes before Hamish, locked and loaded, fired Load Number Three up into Andrew’s now wide-open cunt. Andrew simply kept pounding himself on Hamish’s big cock. Nothing speaks to the power of the special recipe so much as the fact that, even after cumming so forcefully, twice, in not much more than twenty minutes, Andrew’s dick remained so hard and so powerfully erect that it kept pointing steadfastly at the roof beams, not even bouncing in the slightest degree as its owner bounced up and down on the huge cock inside him. It took a little longer this time, somewhere in the neighbourhood of seven or eight minutes, but it still seemed like no time at all before Hamish gasped out, “Fuck, I’m going to cum again!” Andrew immediately yelled, “Yes! Yes! I’m cumming too! Cum right with me!!!” In a few more seconds, it happened. Two loud chains of grunting and moaning filled the room as Andrew’s cock shot straight up, so hard that the first squirt hit the wooden beam overhead. By the time his second shot flew out, Hamish was again shooting like a mad thing inside Andrew’s ass. He took a moment to wonder: how could the man’s hole possibly hold in so much sperm? After another minute or two, they finally slowed to a halt – both of them completely worn out. Andrew lifted off of Hamish’s cock, which was finally starting to soften a little – and Hamish quickly saw the answer to his question. It couldn’t. As soon as Andrew came clear of Hamish’s tool, a stream of cum flowed out of his gaping ass, and it kept flowing even after Andrew laid down beside Hamish, the two of them cuddling each other. At last, Andrew raised his head enough to look at the clock on the wall. “Seven orgasms total in just under thirty minutes.” “Seriously?” “I told you that special recipe was good.” “Good? It’s stupendous!” This, from an immortal who’d never had trouble reaching multiple orgasms, was high praise indeed. It’s a pity that Andrew didn’t realize just who Hamish really was, so didn’t catch the full degree of awe in the words. Hamish stayed with the distiller three nights in all. The second and third nights were near repeats of the first, except that on Night Number Two it was Andrew who gave Hamish’s ass the greatest workout it had ever had in close to six centuries. After those three nights, though, Hamish knew that I was time to carry on with his quest. He thanked Andrew for the hospitality, and especially for the chance to sample the special recipe whisky. It would be nearly three centuries before Hamish passed through the town again. By that time, the village had grown into a sizable town and had gained status as a royal burgh. The site where the distillery had sat was now occupied by a Victorian hotel of unimpeachable respectability and ugliness, in equal proportions. Just outside of the town, a sizable complex of buildings proved to be the home of one of the leading modern distilleries. Hamish wondered if it was the latest lineal descendant of the old establishment where he'd had the wildest sex of his long life – and if so, if the special recipe was still tucked away in a dusty old file somewhere in the back of the business office. Probably not, he mused. A recipe like that would certainly be handed down by word of mouth only. Nonetheless, that thought was still enough to keep him laughing for an entire day.

Great backstory chapter!

about 1/2 the massages I get end up in sex - always bareback!

Chicago’s IML. It’s the time of the year where all of the pigs come out to play. I am no exception. It usually requires I be on antibiotics for a few weeks after but it is well worth it.

I have found as a bottom that things always go further than originally intended or discussed. My first time started in a club darkroom which I intending to get a blowjob but on going down the stairs to explore what was on offer was grabbed by a guy who had been watching me in the bar area and had made me for a bottom. I have never understood how he did that. Having followed me down the stairs as t took my first step in the darkroom itself he was onto me. he only words he said to me at that point was "do you have a condom" when I send no, he pulled me into one of the larger booths, pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. I had no idea how to suck a cock properly but its amazing how fast you can learn and improve when you have to. I wasn't asked about anything, and I was was so taken aback I never said anything to object. Hauled to my feet, spread eagled against the wall, he just fucked me and it was really really painful. First oral, first anal, first black stud, and went from gay virgin to slut in around 15 minutes. What I didn't realise was that the door to the booth didn't lock. It was only when he had unloaded up me and withdrew, that I looked around at him and saw the small crowd that had gathered to watch. The only other thing he said to me during the whole time was when he finished, saying "great ass". Of course, he was standing there with my trousers down legs spread and ass out, so thinking back that comment may have been directed at others rather than me. and of course as soon as he stepped away, he was replaced. I was trying to get my trousers up and get out but had no chance. Had my head dragged down by the hair and a cock shoved in my mouth in a matter of seconds and received a really hard face fucking being dragged around to expose my ass, and then I received my first spit roast as well. It was scary as fuck, but also exciting, and whilst at the time I was only thinking of getting out of there, later and since I never regretted the experience. It showed me what I always was and have since accepted, a submissive slut whose thing is being sexually dominated. I have also found since that there aren't that many genuine dominant tops around, plenty of tops will fuck you, but a natural dominant who knows how to use a bitch, not so many.

I literally let any male do anything they want to my body. that means any age, any looks, shove anything up my ass, piss wherever they want, spit in my face, use my throat or ass for a urinal, strangle me, drug memoir just destroy my sluthole.

5 He soon returned to the room, but his clothes did not. There he stood with a hairy chest and muscular body: a real man. But the best part was his massive cock. I'd never seen a white cock that big before, even in porn. And just below it were two big balls I could tell were full of cum. He climbed on the bed and started kissing me again while pulling on my nipples. Then he stopped and looked me right in the eyes. He didn't break his stare as he gently grabbed my right hand and placed it on his massive cock. "Go ahead honey, it's yours now," he said with pride. I let out a big smile as I began feeling his long and thick cock, now with both hands. Then I took his balls into my hands, not believing how heavy and full they were. He moved his cock toward my face and I sprung into action. I kissed, licked, and sucked that gigantic tool like my future depended on it...because it did. He let out moans and the occasional words of encouragement as his cock got harder and harder in my mouth. He then pulled away and I must have made a very sad face. He just laughed and said, "Don't worry my love, we're just getting started." He laid down on his back and instructed me to climb on top of him the opposite direction. I was soon bobbing on his cock again. I felt him pulling on my now wet pink panties. At this point he could do anything to me and I wouldn't protest, but I did hope he wasn't going to waste effort on my little dick and balls. Then I realized he was only pulling down the back of the panties to expose my pussy. I let out a giant moan (his cock still crammed in my mouth) as his tongue glided across my pussy lips. Soon his tongue was making love to my hole and I could barely concentrate on sucking his cock because I was in so much ecstasy. Then he started to work a finger in my hole, and then another. I was tight but welcomed the intrusion. Once a third finger soddomized my special place, he knew I was ready. He gently picked me up off of him and laid me flat on the bed. He said in a deep and masculine voice, "Tell me what happens now, sweetheart." I replied with, "You fuck my pussy. You fill me up with your seed. You knock me up. You give me a baby." He put on a crooked smile as he spread my legs and instructed me to hold them back. He slipped the string of the panties to the side to expose my hungry hole. Next I felt his massive cock head at my pussy door. It started poking inside of me. The pain was unreal. I'd never been fucked by something this big before! My combination of moans and winces were encouraged by him saying, "That's right baby, let it all out. I know what you need. You'll remember this night forever." I sure hoped I would. To help me get through the pain, I pushed my hand with the ring on it into my leg. That feeling of cold metal on my skin was a reminder of the commitment I'd made not just to please him tonight as his wife, but to myself to get impregnated. As his massive tool bottomed out in my pussy, he held it there so I could get used to the feeling. I'd never felt more full! He leaned in and kissed me as my pussy began to relax and let his cock explore. Soon the pain vanished and I felt nothing but pure pleasure. I couldn't believe the sounds I was making as his cock plugged away at my insides. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he looked into my eyes and said, "Are you ready for your husband to inseminate you?" I could barely get the words out between moans, "Yes! Give me your babies!" Just like that, he let out a roar from deep inside his body and drove his cock as deep into me as possible. I could feel it pulsating around inside me, imagining all those sperm swimming up to find my egg. Finally, he collapsed on top of me. After a few minutes of kisses and praise, he gently pulled his cock out of my hole, leaving a massive load inside. I was exhausted but couldn't help but smile with glee. His seed had been planted.

Great last chapter. Don't know why you were "worried" at all 😀

Last night after work drive out to Little Neck Video after hearing it's back to being open 24 hours. Got there it was open but only the attendant and I was there so I went to use the bathroom and another guy walked in. Used the bathroom and headed to the booths and he was still there. Older guy kinda scruffy looking noticed me checking him out he said hi I said hi back and he grabbed his crouch. I walked over to him stated feeling him up his sweatpants was damp like he might have either spilled something on him or possibly pissed on himself. Still Dick is Dick in my book and lead him into the booth. He pulled out eight inches not too thick but definitely hard. Took some hits from my poppers and swallowed his dick to the nuts. He wanted a hit of my poppers and I let him while I slowly worked his dick. When he handed them back I took another good couple of hits with his dick deep down my throat He started moaning how good my mouth was and then he started shoving my head down his Dick until he came in my mouth. He thanked me and I noticed he had drool coming out of his mouth so I think he might have been high on something prior to showing up. But Damn addict or homeless that was some good a dick. Only disappointing part I was hoping he wanted some ass, I was willing to let him take it and beat my shit up

I have quite a few times. Been told to fuck off a few times. Sucked a lot of straight cock because of it too. The single greatest time I did and it worked out was when a repairman came to our house we were renting to fix and appliance. When he arrived I had been jerking off to cocksucker porn and I never finished, so I was horny as fuck. He was there maybe an hour and as he was done he asked to take a piss before he left. I guided him to the bathroom and all I could think of was how bad I wanted to suck his cock. When he came out I just went for it and asked if he wanted a blowjob before he left. There was a long pause, then he looked at his watch and said he had 30 minutes to kill before his next job and a blowjob sounded like a good way to do it. I was elated and even moreso when he unleashed one of the thickest 7 inch cocks I have ever seen. Needless to say, when he left we were both very satisfied.

Chapter 5 It was Friday lunchtime. I was feeling a little guilty about what may happen that evening. I had been given an address to attend at 9 pm, it was Steve the tattooists house apparently. The discussion with Sally had got me thinking whether I was doing the right thing. My phone pinged. It was Luke. ‘ Hi u ok? ‘ the text message read. ‘Yeah fine’ I replied, . ‘I’m just feeling guilty, there’s something I should know about the other night’ Luke went on’ ‘’ Don’t be, I wanted it. U know I love BB and I wanted u to fuck me raw and cum in me’ ‘ but you don’t know something’ he said. ‘I know you’re poz, is that it? Sally told me’ ‘ ‘ Yeah well kinda, I am poz and I’m on meds but I’m a bit sketchy with them and I hadn’t had any for four or five days so it’s a bit risky I’m sorry I tried to tell u’ ‘ I know u did, Sally told me that too. I didn’t want you to say cos I might have chickened out, and I didn’t want to . I wanted your load. Poz cock turns me on’ ‘ Really ? In that case I feel better, are u on prep? ‘ ‘ No ‘ I replied, and sent the horny smiling emoji. Luke sent one back. ‘ I think you may need to see my cock again then’ he said, sending me a pic of his hard cock. ‘ Mmm but only if u don’t take your meds! ‘ I sent back. I was getting quite turned on by the sex conversation. ‘Maybe some of your swimmers are doing their job already! ‘ I messaged. ‘ I would love to breed u!’ He said ‘Joe won’t let me and It turns me on breeding ass’ ‘ I will definitely let you’ I was messaging now without thinking. When I’m horny I say what I really mean without being reserved. ‘ and btw poz talk gets me horny,’ ‘ OK , I’ll take u to Queen Molly’s on Saturday, you will definitely have a good time there one way or another’ We made arrangements for Saturday. I was horny now and couldn’t wait. It had also got me in the mood for that night too. I wasn’t going to bail out, I was up for it. I was gagging for cock by the time I was walking up to Steve’s house that night. I was let in by Phil. I was taken to a room and ordered to strip. Then another guy came in, dressed in only a harness and a Jock. He was heavily tattooed on his torso and arms. I also noticed a biohazard tattoo by one side of his cock and a simple + tattoo on the other. He had a PA and nipple piercings . ‘ This is Lee, one of my best subs. He will get you ready. ‘ I was then left alone with Lee. ‘Phil has got you a harness, I’ll help you with it if you’ve not worn one before. You will be wearing that and a jock only, like me. I guess you know you will be taking poz cock tonight, and that’s why you’re here.’ I couldn’t help getting hard at the thought of it. ‘There are four guys out there , Phil, Steve and two others. You will get another tattoo as well, and a piercing. I can recommend a guiche, let me show you.’ He lifted his sac and showed me a piercing underneath. It makes you feel horny all the time. You will soon be wanting a PA when you’re in his stable’ Lee continued. ‘ He rents me out sometimes, cos he knows I’m a pig’ With that he turned round and showed me a tattoo of a pig on his ass. ‘You will get this tonight’ Lee showed me a little symbol of what seemed to be a P and an S intertwined at the back of his neck. ‘That means they have bred you. You know the next one after that…..’ He then put a blindfold on me and led me through into what felt like a larger room. Phil spoke. We are all here, and we are all ready to play. We are also all positive. You are not. ….Yet. ‘ he said ‘ I have to know that you are ready to play. Get on your knees and confirm ‘ ‘ Yes I’m ready to play ‘ I dutifully said. ‘Are you scared?’ He asked. I was apprehensive, buy my hard cock gave away that I was turned on. I nodded. ‘A little’ I replied. ‘What about? ‘ ‘ Getting the fuck flu’ I said’ I’ve heard it can be bad’ ‘ ’it can ‘ he said. ‘But you should embrace that. That is your body fighting against the gift. It can’t win and you know the seed will take you over. At that stage there is nothing you can do but hope it takes over you quickly. You will then be producing your own toxic seed, ready to pass on. But you must be ready for it first’ ‘ I am ready’ The pep talk had had the effect on me that I knew it would . I was ready for cock. ‘Open wide’ I opened my mouth and Phil put his large cock in. Suck. I began to suck as Phil fucked my throat. I gagged a little but he didn’t let up. He held my head and said ‘ you will have all the cum you need tonight boy’. He then stopped, pulled out and I was lifted from behind, upwards. It was clear I was being carried and placed in a sling. My wrists were tied And my legs also. I was still blindfolded. I opened my mouth to breathe and another cock slid in,. I thought it was Steve’s, I felt his PA at he back of my throat. I felt a tongue roughly rimming me, working my hole. I then felt a coldness, lube was being applied. ‘ Now is the time that you will beg for my cock. Once it is in I don’t withdraw until U have my poison cum in you. ‘ He pressed his cockneys against my hole. It wouldn’t take much force to enter me. Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth, allowing me to answer. ‘What do you want,boy? Tell your master!’ ‘ I want your cock in me sir! ‘ I said without thinking ‘and your cum please .I need it’ ‘You must want to convert’ ‘ I do, I want it’ I said again, so horny, Phil was playing with my cock and balls . He then pushed in me, ‘ You will have it then!’ He said as he started fucking me. Steve pushed his cock back in my mouth. I was aware of other noises, it sounded like fucking and I heard other voices. Lee must be being fucked as well I thought. I was busy working on Steve’s cock when my blindfold was pulled off, the room was quite dark with only two dim low lights on. ‘ I’m nearly there, I want to look in your eyes when I cum. I want you to know what I’m giving you’ Phil continued’ ‘ You will always remember this moment’ He looked in my eyes. I held his gaze. I felt he was looking into my very soul, taking it over and making me his permanently. ‘ Here it comes’ Phil let out a growl and pushed hard into me. I could feel his cock flex and knew that was the moment. I had taken real poz cum in me. Willingly. I hadnt cum. I was horny. The deed had been done but I wanted more. Phil pulled out, but before I could get used to the feeling Steve slid his cock in me. I had a PA in me for the first time , it felt good. ‘ you want more pig? ‘ I just nodded. ‘good, cos you’re getting it’ Steve then started fucking me as hard as Phil had. I could only imagine what his PA was doing to my insides. I looked over and saw Lee on his knees with another guy’s hand pushing into his arse . Lee was loving it ‘Fist my pig hole’ he was demanding. ‘You ever had black cock boy? ‘ Phil asked. I shook my head as my arse was being pounded. You will tonight, this is ‘Mo ‘ He will fill you with his black poz seed, but only in your mouth tonight. If you want it inside you’ll will have to come back for more’ I was aware he was filming me. How long had that been going on ? I briefly thought. ‘Open your mouth’ I opened my mouth. ‘ Mo will now piss. You will drink’ Before this latest order could register, I felt a stream of warm piss flow into my mouth. I swallowed as best I could. ‘ Now suck the bro’ Mo worked his cock semi erect into my mouth . It was the biggest cock I had taken. I sucked, as Mo wanked. Steve began panting. ‘ Here comes load number two’ as he pushed into me. Mo was now wanking furiously as he was stiffening. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came and I wanted it all. ’ Uuhhh! ‘ he groaned as he shot rope after rope of cum in my mouth and over my face. I felt a butt plug being inserted. Steve ordered. ‘Leave that in ‘ we don’t want seed wasted. ‘ I swallowed Mo’s cum and felt my arms and legs being untied. My arse clenched on the butt plug. That wasn’t going anywhere. I was helped unsteadily to my feet. ‘ Now we will mark you’ Phil said. ‘You will soon know your path and be begging us to take you there. Steve has a small studio for special tattoo work here.’ What did they have in mind? …." to be continued ……,,,,

6. We went to a bar a couple of blocks away that we both like, had some food and a couple of beers. We didn’t talk more about Mike being locked or my discovering the joys of being a cumdump, we just chatted like normal. Yet it was still hot knowing that we were both horny as fuck and full of cum. About two hours later we came home, and almost as soon as we were in the door Mike stripped down to just a jockstrap. “Well, now that you know about the cage and how often I get fucked there’s no point in hiding it. Plus, I just like wearing jocks.” “Doesn’t bother me,” I said, stripping down to my own jock. I tossed my discarded clothes through the open door of my bedroom. Mike got really close to me just then and said, “So here’s what I’m thinking.” “What?” “You have three options. You can one, blow that huge load you’ve been building all day alone in your room jerking off; you can bend me over, not waste it and cum inside me; or…” “Or?” I felt like I knew where the ‘or’ was going and I was intrigued. “You go in the kitchen, get a couple of ice cubes and get your cock soft and as small as you can, and then I’ll lock you up in my old cage and you can see how you like it.” I didn’t think about it for a second before saying, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Mike went in his room and then followed me a moment later. He handed me what looked like a hard, plastic cock ring. “Get this on first, and then make sure you go soft again.” I slid it on just as I started to get hard just from touching my cock. With the ring in place Mike grabbed two ice cubes out of the freezer and wrapped them in a paper towel. He pressed them under my cock making me gasp. Quickly my cock went soft again, and as soon as it did Mike swapped the ice for more plastic and in a flash had my cock locked tightly in a clear plastic cage. I watched my dick harden again in excitement and press against the plastic of the cage. The tension was enthralling. “You feel alright, not so tight you can’t get blood flowing or anything like that?” “It feels amazing.” “Good. Ok. So I’m going to keep this,” he held up a small gold key, “for a week.” “What? Wait, I thought I would… you said you had caged yourself.” “And I did… and now I’m caging you. Don’t worry, in a week I’ll ask you if you want to take it off and you can let me know what you want to do.” He grinned, patted me on the cheek and then left with the key. For several long moments I stood in the kitchen, and then I pulled up my jock and followed Matt out. He leaned out of his bedroom door, “I just got a text from a top, so I’m gonna pop out, and leave you to enjoy your first evening caged.” He grinned wickedly and then disappeared again to get dressed. I felt exhilarated and a little panicked. A few minutes later Matt was gone and I was sitting in the living room naked with my newly caged cock straining against its plastic prison. I was even more horny than before and knew I should go to bed so I could get up for work the next day but was also certain I’d never be able to get to sleep without some kind of relief. I did have a couple of dildos I’m my room so I got up and pulled the largest one (a sensibly thick 8” black silicone with a nice set of balls at the base) and squirted some lube on it. Usually it took me a little while to get this dildo inside me, rubbing it around my hole and teasing it open slowly before feeling the silicone shaft slide deep; today, however, as soon as it touched my hole I felt myself open up and slide it inside. Matt had been out of the apartment for five minutes and I was ball deep bouncing on a dildo. I road harder and harder feeling the shaft pull at my well fucked hole. Bouncing up and down I groaned as it pushed against my second hole almost long enough to force its way through. I was sweating and moaning, I felt like I was in heat, but I wasn’t satisfied. Even as I ground my hole against the balls of the dildo willing it deeper I knew that I wasn’t going to be satisfied by its silicone shaft. My phone was right in front of me on my bed. I grabbed it, now just sitting on the dildo completely impaled, and started scrolling the apps again. Before messaging anyone I leant back and took a photo of my straining caged cock to send to anyone I might invite over. There were messages from guys I had hit up during the afternoon, and I skimmed over the profiles. I wasn’t feeling as picky about who they were as I had been earlier. In fact the only thing I felt picky about was the thickness of their cocks. A few guys had unlocked private albums and I opened those first. Two totally reasonable guys with average cocks and one really hot guy with the sort of body you get from regular gym attendance and a love of good food and beer. He was furry and thick, with a full beard, and the thing I was seeking: a fat cock with a broad flat looking mushroom head, a shaft that swelled to an even more massive base, all erupting from a heavy bush of dark brown hair. I needed him inside me. I sent him a woof and a new message, I unlocked my album, and started scrolling for more while I waited for a reply. I hadn’t really noticed but I had started rocking on the dildo still lodged in me while looking at this guys pics. I was desperate. A few guys and I started talking, nothing that felt very promising. Then he messaged me. Hey boy, still horny? Fuck yes! I replied quickly enough that I knew I seemed desperate. Good. I’ve been horny all day. I’m on my way back uptown from dinner you want my load before I go home? Yes Sir. Where are you boy? I sent him my address. Convenient. I’m 4 stops away on the train. I’ll message you when I get off. Fuck yes! This beast of a man was on his way to fuck me. Thank god! Perfect! I hope you don’t mind but I’ve got a couple of loads in my hole already, and I’m sitting on a dildo right now. I took a picture of the toy lodged in my hole and sent it to him. Good boy, keep riding that dildo till I get there. Then I can just spit on your pretty little cunt and slide in. Holy shit that was so hot. I felt like I was going to start drooling. One other thing… I sent him the picture of the cage I had taken. My heart was pounding waiting for his reply. You should take vers out of your profile boy, you’re clearly a pig hole. Youre going to love the massive load I’m about to give you. I didn’t hear from him for about ten minutes and I was a mess riding my dildo by the time I got his, Off the train, be there in a moment, message. Then, not five minutes later, he was buzzed up and knocking at my door. I got up, leaving the dildo where it was sticking straight up from the floor by my bed, and completely nude, covered in sweat, with my cage straining in front of me, walked to the door. He growled when he saw me, “Fuck yes a hungry little pig.” He looked around and then said, “Your roommate doesn’t happen to also be a horny caged bottom, does he?” I laughed a little nervously, “Um yeah he is, actually hes the one who put the cage on my… well its kinda… I’m not sure how to explain it but I found out about him and his caged today and it was so hot and made me so horny that I decided I wanted to try, and I’ve spent the whole day getting fucked and then like twenty minutes ago Matt put this cage on me and now I… I need to get fucked so bad I cant think,” I was rambling I knew and color had filled my cheeks. The beast of a man just grinned toothily at me from under his bushy mustache and said, “I’ll have to thank him next time I use his pussy for turning you then. Two cumdumps in one apartment, I love it.” He pulled his shirt off exposing his broad chest, ample fur, and thick dark pink nipples. He put his hands behind his head and said “Come give me a kiss pig.” I rushed over to him, and lifting up on my toes a little I wrapped my arms around his neck and started to kiss him. He pulled me close with one massive paw and kept the other behind his head. I could smell his pit, the thick sent of man, wafting up and engulfing me. I was putty in his hands. He broke our kiss and guided my face to his pit. I didn’t have to be told twice and buried my face in it. Lapping at the hair, and sucking the sent in, I worked till he moaned and said “good pig.” I felt him shifting as he kicked his shoes off. As I moved to his nipples he used one hand to undo his belt, grunting as I licked at the hard flesh, my hands running over his fur covered stomach. His pants fell to the floor and I took that as my cue to do so too. I fell on my knees and was brought face to face with the straining pouch of an old once white Bike Jock. I rushed ahead, pulling the pouch to the side and unleashing my prize. The heavy veined shaft sprung forward, and I caught the bulbus head in my mouth, eliciting another moan from my Adonis. “Get my cock nice and wet,” he grunted, as I started to give him an extremely sloppy blow job. Spit started to cover my chin and his big low hanging balls. I was sweating more and more, I felt like a whore. My cock had started to leak a little from the cage, creating a small puddle of precum on the floor, and my balls ached for release. I had both hands on the man’s hairy thighs, grasping at his massive cheeks, willing him more and more into my mouth. “Fuck boy, you give a damn good blow job, but how about you go get on your bed with your ass in the air for me.” “Yes Sir,” I responded looking up from the floor, my eyes watering slightly. I basically sprinted to my bed, and leapt onto it with my ass pointed at the door as he followed me in. He walked up behind me and smacked my ass hard making me yelp, then he drew a massive wad of spit into his mouth and hawked it onto my already wet hole. I looked over my shoulder as he rubbed the head of his cock on my ass, spreading his spit around more, and then took a deep breath right as I felt him begin to push inside. As his head ground against my hole I let all the air out of my lungs and felt my ass bloom open for him. He grunted and slide completely inside me in one smooth motion. It was wonderful. His thick cock stretched me open wider and wider as his balls came to rest against my ass. His head had pushed past my second hole and he worked his way in but I had been so overcome with bliss that I hadn’t even noticed it. “Fuck, two perfect pussies in one apartment, I’m going to be here all the time,” he said as he started to fuck me. He was slow at first, drawing his cock out gradually till only the head was still lodged inside me, then pushing back in with just as much patience till he was past my second ring and I was nothing more than a whimpering hole. His cock was the perfect thing for me in that moment. The stretch from his girth perfectly complimented my decent into being a pig hole. Had someone else gotten there first my week, well my life, may have gone very differently. This cock was the key that unlocked what I wanted to be, and as he picked up the pace I was becoming more and more myself. By the time he was hammering the full length of his cock in and out of my now loose and squelching hole the vers boy of yesterday was lost and a total bottom, caged, bottom pig slut was left in his place. I had lost myself completely in the joy of meeting each of his thrusts with my own when he said, “flip over, I’m want to see your face when I breed you.” His cock was then gone from my hole for a moment, and the feeling of emptiness made me sad and horny at the same time. I could tell I was gaped open from the fucking and it turned me on knowing my hole was wrecked and no longer a tight little pucker; but the feeling of being alone, and not being full made me sad for a second. Thankfully as soon as I had flipped over and had my legs in the air his cock returned and slid somehow still deeper inside me. I let out a deep animalistic groan as he slid home again and started to fuck me. I held my legs back, giving him as much access to my hole as I was physically able to give. He looked amazing as he fucked me, like some wild animal man in heat rutting into his whore. I tried to keep my eyes rolling back so I could watch him use me. His face was covered in sweat, the fur on his chest matted down with it. “Fuck boy, you ready to feel my load?” “Yes! Please breed me,” I panted. “I’m going to fucking breed your cunt.” “Yes!” “Fuck, take my load whore.” He shouted the last word and then let out a roar and he punched his cock into me one more time and started to unload volleys of cum into my worn out ass.

Chapter 4 I got home and went straight for a hot shower. Again I needed to clear my head. I came out dried off and looked in the mirror. The piercings and my new tattoo looked good, they were showing who I was. My phone pinged. There was a message from a number I didn’t recognise. ‘Hi it’s Luke, Sally’s friend. She told me you had joined Team Boy but hadn’t come out properly yet? Would love to help you with that sometime’ it read. ‘er yes that’s right’ I replied, trying not to sound too keen. ‘Cool, I’ll take you to the Queen Molly in the village tomorrow, it’s a good place to start, I’ll call at 9’ It appeared I was continuing my journey, without even trying. Luke called for me spot on 9 the next night. We sat together with a drink each. ‘So, she says you’re single and definitely looking for cock’ Luke said. I was aware of his hand on my thigh. ‘Erm well I’m single and I suppose a guy would be good’ I replied. ‘Come out with me and Joe sometime, you’ll have a good time’ he continued. ‘By the way, like those piercings’ . I had a tight t shirt on and the outline could be seen through the material. It made me feel hot. We chatted a while more and an hour quickly passed. I had work the next day so didn’t want to be back too late. Luke was kinda hot as well. As we got home I thought I would take a calculated risk. ‘Fancy coming in for a quick coffee? ‘ I asked. ‘Thought you’d never ask!’ Luke sat in the centre of the sofa, ‘I’ll make the coffee later’I said as I sat next to him. We kissed straight away, his hand moving to my belt. He pulled it and opened my jeans. My cock sprang free. ‘Mmm nice cock ,we can have fun with that! I would love to fuck you but I haven’t got any condoms’ he said. ‘Sshhh’ I replied. I wanted to see his and again pulled his trousers open until I could see his stiff cock. Not as thick as Phil’s but still a good 6 inches. I went to suck it straight away. I knew I was becoming a bit of a cock queen, I just loved it. After a couple of minutes frantic sucking, and Luke still playing with my cock, I knew I wanted him in me. I shrugged my jeans down, pulling them off. Before Luke could move ,I had straddled him on the sofa. I tried to lube my hole with saliva as best I could, and positioned his cock next to my hole. I lowered myself slowly down. ‘I need to tell you something ‘ Luke started. ‘Ssshhh!’ I said again, now working my arse up and down on his cock. It felt tight and good. ‘Just fuck my arse’ I whispered. He didn’t need asking twice. ‘’Get up’ he ordered’ I want to fuck you from behind, I can get in deeper’ he replied. I bent over on the sofa, allowing him full access. ‘ Well, that is a hot tattoo! Definitely won’t be using condoms now’ Luke said’ gonna give you my full load’ as he slid his cock in deep. ‘Fuck yes just cum deep in me, I want your cum’ I blurted out as Luke started pounding my arse hard. After a few minutes of hard fucking..’ Here it comes, take it all’ Luke breathed in my ear as he unloaded in me. I knew from what Sally had said there was some risk Luke may have not been taking his meds. I got off on the risk as I walked my cock and came just as Luke was pulling out. ‘Fuck, that was hot’ Luke said’ you have a great ass, will definitely be seeing that again, and loading it with my seed’ ‘Anytime!’ was all I could say. We kissed again as he left. I wanted to sleep with his cum in me. I-was just finishing my sandwich at lunch the next day when my phone pinged again. It was Sally. ‘ Hi Neil, Luke told me you went for a drink at the Molly last night, but you both behaved yourselves? ‘ ‘yeah that’s right’ I said’ Cool, that won’t last long with Luke, you can tell me to mind my own business, but I’ll go with you to the Health clinic, I think you should get on Prep, you don’t want any of Luke’s little poz swimmers in you when you’re unprotected’ she went on. If only she knew. I wanted to keep her onside. I would go, after all I didn’t have to take any….’ok ‘ I replied ‘he didn’t tell me he was poz and I wasn’t going to ask’ . ‘ He will tell you soon enough I guess. I’ve arranged an appointment tonight after work, they have a Drop in session on Thursdays.’ I walked in with Sally. ‘I’m a big boy I’ll be upfront with them’ I said. The nurse asked,’ Are you in a high risk group for hiv? Do you have unprotected sex with other men? ‘ ‘yes’ it was very matter of fact. ‘Ok, we have to do a quick test as you have to be negative to have it .’ She took a quick thumb prick test and some more blood. I felt a little faint, but also a rush. It was my first test. It came back negative. They would do a full test on the blood but subject to that they would prescribe me Prep. ‘Remember, you can pick this up on Monday , but it isn’t PeP, so if you have just had unprotected sex or have sex this weekend with someone who is viral, then it won’t protect you. It takes seven days to be effective’ I tried not to look guilty, I had a good idea what may be happening tomorrow……

In my 20s I was a versa bottom and liked guys well into their 40s more than I did guys my own age. In my 30s, my range became 20s-50s. I discovered I was multiorgasmic in my mid-to-late 30s and became a versa top. That didn't really change the range of ages in which I was interested though. In my 40s, I moved over to a total top and my interest range became 20s-60s. Now that 60 isn't as far in the distance as it used to be for me, my range is 40s and above. I'm honest about my age in all my profiles. I won't ping anyone under 40, but if someone under 40 pings me, I'll respond. If we hook up, we hook up. If we don't, his loss. (I tell people all the time how old I am and am consistently told that I look 10-15 years younger. There's no picture over the mantle, I doubt it's good genes, and I'd be lying if I said it was good living. So, <shrug>.) In OH so many ways, youth is wasted on the young. I neither ascribe to nor worship at the cult of youth. I do see it for what it is though. And it rather bores me. (And I just realized a large part of that may be my naturally contrarian nature, where I shy away from what everyone else does.) As others have said, older men know who they are, what they like/don't like and what they want. The same can't be said for as many young men. Twinks are nice to look at but I don't think one of them could handle a 3+ hour session of sex with me like a more mature man can. I'm way past the age where looks matter to me, in part because I'm old enough to know that a pretty package could contain something ugly and putrid. So things OTHER than looks are what attracts me to men. Many of them DO revolve around body hair, but there are other things I find attractive too. And I like builds from skinny right up to linebacker. (I find a Pooh belly OH so attractive, especially when it's hairy!) So, yes, I would fuck Quasimodo if he ticked off any of a number of boxes on my list of things I like in men. Even if I fucked a man who is older than me every day for the next 20 years, I still wouldn't make a dent in that population. But I would do my damnedest to make sure every one of those 7300 men had an experience that they would remember for years to come!

Seeding my son After about ten minutes of enjoying Tom's mouth pleasuring my cock, I pushed him down on the bed and spread his legs, dove-in and began to eat his young neg pussy, getting it wet for its first poz breeding. Tom moaned and squirmed as my tongue worked to get inside his hole, slowly opening it up for the later invasion by my cock. As his bud begins to open to my tongue, I start rubbing my thumb along the edge and slowly inserting it. Soon, I can get both thumbs in and spread out his hole. My first two fingers begin to slide in, and soon they are doing what comes natural to them. My nails begin to dig into his lining, making small tears for my bug to get into his system with. "Please, Dad," begged Tom, "get that poz cock in my cunt and give me your bug. Make me poz with the same cum that made me!" I looked into his eyes and saw the desire, the want, the need in there. Still I asked "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Dad, breed me with your poz cum!" I leaned down and kissed him as my cock found his hole and began to slide into his neg cunt. Soon I felt my balls hit his ass, and knew I was going to blast his hole with my poz seed even if he asked me to pull out now. I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his cunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Tom moaned in pleasure as my cock pounded his hole, tearing it up more as I broke through his second ring and really started to pound him into the mattress. Since I knew he was going to be taking loads all night from Dave and me, I let my first batch of Swimmers build quicker than I normally would, so soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my poz cum would soon be impregnating my son. "Last chance, son," I cautioned. "Give it to me, Dad. Plant your seed in me." "All right, here you go!" And with that I shoved all nine inches into him and let go. It was a good sized load, and Dave would soon be using it to fuck his own loads into my son to make him our son. I stayed inside till I knew all my seed was now in his ass, then I slowly withdrew. Dave was standing beside me, and as soon as I was out, he climbed onto the bed and lined-up his cock. I lay down beside Tom and we kissed as Dave's eight inch plus cut cock slid into Tom's cunt, remarking "That load feels so good in there. Your cunt will be well on its way to being infected soon," as he pounded Tom into the mattress. Tom, meanwhile, moaned in pleasure around my kiss. When Dave took-over kissing Tom, I got off the bed to retrieve a few things to help Tom's conversion. When I got back from the bathroom, Tom was writhing under Dave. I knew from watching Dave breed other boys, that he was getting close to adding his poison seed with mine in my son. As I climbed back onto the bed, I grabbed the plug from the nightstand, and just as I began to give Tom another kiss, Dave groaned "Take my dirty seed, son!" Dave stayed in Tom until his entire load was planted deep inside. While he slowly pulled out, he kissed Tom. Once his cock slipped out of Tom's cunt, I pulled my surprise from behind my back: a new hard bristle toothbrush. Tom smiled at me when he saw it, and grabbed his ankles, giving me full access to his now opened and well bred cunt. I slid the brush into him and began to vigorously brush his innards to help his lining become even more receptive to allowing the virus into his system. While brushing his hole, my cock sprang back to life. Once I was sure that the brushing had done its part of the job, I pulled the brush out, and sure enough, the bristles were a nice shade of dark pink. I showed it to Tom as I lined my hard cock up with his cunt again and sank into it. This fuck, I took my time with and varied my technique as I gave him pleasure as well as continuing to work that deadly seed into his ass lining. Tom's cock had stayed rock hard the entire time we had been fucking him, which was close to an hour now, and Tom's breathing began to change, and I realized that he was getting close to shooting his possibly last neg load. Dave noticed it too, and leaned down and took Tom's cock into his mouth. As Dave went down to Tom's balls, Tom grabbed the back of his head and kept him there as he groaned, shooting his load into Dave's mouth. The sensation of my son's ass clenching around my cock as he shot into my boyfriend's mouth caused me to go over the edge, and a few strokes later I growled too and shot my second life-changing load into his cunt. Dave rolled off, and, for the second time that afternoon, I slowly pulled out of Tom's cunt, which was most definitely destroyed. Reaching over, I grabbed the plug and slid it in, remarking "That will keep those loads in there until we can recharge and add some more." Tom leaned-up and kissed first me, and then Dave, thanking us by saying "I hope your gift takes soon. This has been exactly what I wanted." "Well, if I know our seed, in about two weeks you will be sick as a dog." We all spent the rest of that weekend fucking my son, and we all knew that when he left to go back to school on Monday morning that he was well on his way to being infected. The next few weeks Tom spent every moment he could with one or the both of us getting fucked and brushed and every other trick we could come up with to ensure that he would come down with our bug, and sure enough, a few weeks after our initial meet-up, Tom came over and felt sick from the fuck flu. Dave and I spent the weekend taking care of him and giving him more of our toxic cum. A few weeks after he was better, I sent him to the free clinic where he learned he was now carrying our strain in his system. We all went out to celebrate, and it was then that Tom told us that now that he was confirmed poz, that he wanted to spread it to the guys on his wrestling team. Dave and I offered to help if any of the guys would be up to it. He smiled at us, and said he knew a couple of guys that would like to be fucked by some hot daddies.

Laughter floated through the comic store through the back room’s open door, meeting my ears and distracting me from the invoice I was reviewing with the store owner. Another laugh transported me back to the first boy I’d fucked in the rec center lockerroom after summer swimteam practice, almost 15 years ago. As soon as the owner signed the form, I excused myself and went searching for the boy whose chuckles got my cock hard. Near the far end of the store, I found three teen boys wearing baseball gear(showing off some firm bubble butts, tight waistlines and broad, if still developing, shoulders), presumably on their way home from practice. They were so engrossed in the adult magazine section they didn’t notice me sneak around the corner where they couldn’t see me. “Holy shit dude, look at those tits! That bitch is fucking hot bro. You gotta get this for me man,” said the shortest boy, who was a good six inches shorter than my 6’2”. By his begging, I guessed only one of the boys was old enough to buy the plastic wrapped mag, even though they each looked about 15-16. Before the other two could respond, one of their cell phones rang, and the tallest boy, who was probably within an inch of my height, retrieved it from his bag. “You here? K, be right out,” He hung up and turned to the middle boy, who I’d put at 5’10”. “You sure you don’t want a ride simon? My mom’s CRV can probably hold your bike.” “No thanks bro, I wanna hit up sports authority on the way home and return the speedo my mom got me since my swim coach said we can wear trunks now.” Simon responded, fist bumping his teammates as they picked up their bags and made their way to the door. He watched them go out the door before picking up another plastic wrapped magazine, reaching down and adjusting his bulge. He tried peeling the adhesive edge back to sneak the magazine out of its wrapper, and I took the opportunity to turn the corner, causing him to drop the mag and almost bolt. “Here you go bro,” I said, picking up the nudie mag and handing it back to him. “Nice choice, you got a lot of gangbang porn?” My attitude put him somewhat at ease, and I had to stifle a giggle when he responded by saying he usually preferred anal. His tone told me he was trying to save face, so I went with it and showed him a magazine that specialized in girls getting fucked up the ass by HUGE cocks. His eyes got wide and his pants tented even more, which reflected in my knakis. “You gonna get that one?” My question shocked him out of his trance, and he blew it off. “Nah man, I only brought enough to get the x-men collection I want.” He handed me the magazine again and I asked which collection. As it turns out, Simon is a huge comic book geek who’d rather be spending his summer reading about super heroes, than in the pool and on the diamond. He was careful to keep his comments as masculine as possible, but once I expressed my own interest and started explaining my collection at home, his teen-thug jock boy persona began to fail as we discussed comic book mythology. It was almost an hour later when we separated to check out, but ‘mysteriously’ I ended up behind him in line, making it easy to ensure he saw the two anal themed magazines I purchased. As we walked through the first set of doors on the store’s airlock, we realized the sunny afternoon had given way to a downpoor. We both ran out, me to my truck, him to his bike, and I waited a moment before taking advantage of this added stroke of luck. “You wanna lift bud?” I yelled out my open window as he tried in vain to keep his balance on the bike. Defeated, he dismounted and wheeled along side me, sticking his drenched head in the window. “I don’t know man, I live pretty far and I am supposed to exchange something near my house, I’d feel bad taking you out of your way.” His words protested, but he was already shivering, so I suggested he wait at my house a few blocks away till the rain let up. Despite his false maturity, I could see him worrying about going with a stranger. “You can dry your clothes and check out my comic collection.” The appeal of my comic books got him to toss his bike in the truck bed and hop in the cab beside me. Two minutes of me trying not to stare at his almost see through baseball uniform and we were already at my house. I parked on my circular front drive instead of pulling around back to the garage, knowing we’d both get soaked. Even better, the muddy ground caused us both to slip getting his bike from the truck to the covered porch, leaving most of our lower bodies a complete mess. Inside, I asked that he strip off his muddy clothes before tracking it all over the house, and was down to my briefs before he could argue. He stripped tentatively down to his support shorts, but I made sure not to look as I tossed the clothes in the washing machine and showed him to my guest suite to use the shower, promising I’d leave some loaner clothes on the bed for when he got out. I accidentally set the anal mags down to get out some towels before heading to my room to shower as well. After the fastest shower I’d ever taken, I tied my smallest towel around my waist, check out my firm calves and thighs, my hefty bulge, my slightly hairy 4 pack leading to my slab pecs, up past my firm jawline to the top of my 6’2” head, well framing my caramel eyes with my black wavy hair. I raced back to the guest room with my flimsiest pair of shorts and an extra-large white cotton wife-beater slung over my buff shoulder and bicep, bursting into the bathroom to find the exact sight I’d been hoping for: Freshly showered Simon on the toilet, his legs spread wide. My cock stiffened slightly in the moment before he realized I’d come in, catching his one hand between his legs with two fingers rubbing the edge of his tight ass, while his other hand rapidly stroked his young 7 inch cut cock. Once he saw my “shocked” face, he grabbed the open magazine showing a petite blonde girl being double fucked by a pair of Italian men who looked kinda like me. “sorry man, here’s the clothes, didn’t mean to interrupt,” I made a big show of not looking, knowing the large clock on the wall in front of Simon concealed a camera which had caught every minute of his shower and the jack off show following. I shut the door behind me, sure he’d be too embarrassed to continue. Right on schedule, he rushed out into the living room as soon as he could pull on the shorts and tee shirt. His hard on was clearly outlined in the thin cotton, and his firm chest was still wet enough to make the shirt transparent. I assured him not to worry about and showed him to my office and massive collection of comic books. Over the next hour we worked him into being comfortable, which was just enough time for the rain to let up. I worried I’d taken too much time making him feel at ease, but he was in no hurry to leave, especially when I mentioned a funny movie a friend sent me featuring some comic heroes fucking. I put on the video and we watched for a while, laughing at the cheesy plot lines in the beginning, growing quiet when the scene evolved into wonder girl getting gang banged by batguy, supermale, cycocks, and Iron rod. I had slowly worked myself to full mast out of Simon’s sight, waiting for him to turn to me. “Holy shit man,” Simon said when he finally caught sight of my dick. I jumped and apologized, ‘not realizing’ what was going on below my waist. In a dramatic attempt to cover my hard drooling uncut 9 inches, I tried tugging the towel over it, but alas that unfastened it from my waist, leaving me naked. Simon openly gawked, his cock hard under the shorts, leaving a wet spot, and his mouth aghast, making me wish I could shove my cock in without scarring him off. Instead I bent over and exposed my smooth tight butt cheeks, winked my fuzzy hole at him, while retrieving the towel and dashing into my connecting bedroom before nudging the door almost totally shut. “Sorry about that bro, just gimme a minute to throw on some clothes and I’ll drive you home man.” I yelled as I whipped out some lube, and got in the exact right position behind the door so anyone peeking through could clearly watch me in the full length mirror. A few loud strokes to be sure he knew what was happening, and the light beneath the door was blocked by Simon’s shadow. I began stroking faster and harder, keeping my face and body in the mirror while trying to ‘keep quiet,’ until the shadow began moving too. He was stroking now, I was sure of it, which was all it took for my balls to tighten, aiming my dick head towards my pecs and letting loose my thick creamy cum in 3 gigantic geysers across my chin and chest, with some smaller shots coating my lower abs, cock and the floor at my feet. That night once Simon left, I confirmed my suspicions and shot another load watching his shower/stroke show in the bathroom and his repeat performance with giant cum shot standing just outside my bedroom door. After denying myself the glances when he was there, I thoroughly memorized every inch of his naked form, from his slim, toned legs to his shelf-like butt, to his fuzzy balls and pubes surrounding his gorgeous pink cock with a slight right-curve, up his treasure trail and six pack to the beginnings of muscly chest and shoulders, over firm well-formed biceps, topped off by his round cheeks, strong brow, blue eyes and dark brown buzzed hair. The only signs of his youth were the baby fat on both sets of cheeks, which were smooth and rosy, on his face and behind. Watching him panic and shoot all over the plant by the door was almost as hot as when he got a finger into his hole in the shower. After I got dressed and brought Simon his clothes, we talked about the upcoming work I would be doing cataloging my comics and entering them into a database for insurance purposes. Since Simon really wanted to read some of the rare books I had, but I had a no lending policy, he agreed to come by a few days after practice each week and help me catalog, reading them at my house. A few days into our plan, I was called to work when he was supposed to arrive, so I decided to leave a key for him. This allowed me to begin his education. Over the following month, I managed to have Simon catch me balls deep in a blond bitch, titty fucking a redhead from the grocery store, and eating out and feeding my cock my cock to a Hawaiian college girl I sometimes hook up with. Each time I’d make sure to be in the thick of it right when he usually arrived, playing in open areas of the house where he could hide and watch me fuck, then sneak out, and come back once I’d bid the girl goodbye. My hidden cameras confirmed he was enjoying the shows, providing me plenty of fodder for jack sessions. After six weeks, I had a threesome on the kitchen table with a married couple I met online, making sure to listen for the creak of the front door to begin the countdown of ten minutes of tag teaming the wife before I was sure Simon would be close to cumming, and sneaking my cock into the ass of the husband. We hadn’t discussed it online before-hand, but I knew by how he moaned when I fingered him, that he needed my cock in his hole. It was during these sessions I also made sure that he saw my partners and I taking hits from a glass pipe filled with tina, and encouraged them to tell me how much they loved it and how much hotter it made the sex. Finally, after some more couple sessions where I’d fuck, suck and feed the guy, I invited over a 24 year old bodybuilder I’d met online who had a very specific fetish. So a week before his last day, Simon snuck in the front door, down the stairs and down the hall way until he was outside my media room. When he looked inside, I’d love to have seen his reaction. In the middle of the room I stood in my black boots, black latex jockstrap/shirt, leather gloves, and full cape and cowl. On his knees in front of me was the 24 yr old in red boots, red and blue jock, blue butt plug, red leather harness and red cape emboldened with a yellow ‘S’ and deep throating my cock. I’d pushed the furniture to the back of the room, creating a vast space for a super fuck, and plenty of hiding spots behind couches for Simon. Once I removed his “kryptonite” plug, Superman ended up getting fucked for almost a full hour before I pulled out and came on his ass and cape, but I couldn’t tell if Simon had stayed to watch or left. When I kicked out the super cum bucket, I expected Simon to show up just as he usually did, but instead I received a text telling me he forgot something and needed to go home early. I panicked that he was disgusted and gone for good, so I ran to my computer and checked the feed. Just as I thought, he came in, started watching, then slid into the room behind the couch where the cameras couldn’t see. Right after I blew on superlad, Simon slipped out the door, up the stairs and was gone. I was certain he was never coming back. The next day, I’d just gotten done working out and drove home to find Simon already in the house working. He informed me that baseball was over for the season and he would be there by noon for the last five days of our arrangement. An hour later he’d finished his work for the day and decided to go home early. I guess that meant he was not okay with what happened and wanted to get it done as fast as possible. I almost called it quits, but decided to check out the hidden cams just in case. A smile spread over my face as the tapes revealed Simon digging through my stuff until he found the butt plug and costumes, before lubing the plug, and slowly sliding it into his hole. And beginning to jerk. Hard. He was about to cum right as I arrived, and quickly shoved the costumes back in the closet, pulled up his briefs and shorts and dashing back into the office. I fast-forwarded and then hopped to my bedside drawer to verify what I thought was true. The butt plug was still in his ass! I whipped out my cock and came all over my self. The next day I put my final plan into action. With only four days to go, I told him I wanted to thank him for all his help by buying his ticket to the comic con that weekend in town. He practically flipped out, throwing his arms around me before he remembered his manly bravado and socked me in the arm as he pulled away. After that I made sure I was around every minute of every day (except a few for him to sneak the butt plug back in my drawer). This all led up to the last day, which would hopefully guarantee me some leverage. When he arrived that afternoon, I was in the living room getting head from a college guy I’d met at the gym, watching some anal gangbang porn and working a big, pink dildo into his bubble butt. But this time, I “heard” him arrive and made the college boy scramble to get dressed, while Simon, freaked he’d get caught watching, ran up the stairs to the office. I proceeded to tell the college boy I’d fuck him back at his dorm room if he’d wait outside for me to toss the dildo in my room and give my “assistant” some instructions for the day. College boy reluctantly agreed since I was providing the drugs, and I went upstairs and through the hall door into my bedroom, leaving the dildo, porn dvd and lube on my bed, and poorly covering them with a towel. I then opened the door to the office and I told him I was running out for a few hours, but I had a surprise for him for the comic con. I proceeded to disappear into my closet and brought out two garment bags. I unzipped them and his eyes widened Inside were full costumes for batman and robin. The batman suit was just a fully clothed version of the one I’d worn a week before, complete with utility belt and skin tight body suit. The robin suit was comprised of small boots, speedo style briefs, tight tunic, butt length cape, black wig and face mask. I could see his cock pulsing under his bball shorts, so instead of waiting for a thank you, I tossed it on the bed somewhat near the dildo and told him to try it on before I got back to be sure it fits, and otherwise just enjoy reading comics, since the work was done. I drove the college boy to his dorm and fucked him for ten minutes until he came, and then made some excuse and headed back to the house. Parking around the corner I snuck in through the side gate and into the gardening shed, where I had set up my laptop and a comfy chair the night before. After being gone for 30 mins I was hoping he’d be well into enjoying the goodies I left for him. Simon didn’t disappoint. When the screen went on, it took a minute for me to scroll through the cameras in the house until finally I found him. Splayed out on my bed, Simon was decked out in the full robin outfit, except the speedo-like cod piece was discarded on the floor. He stroked his cock hard before sliding on the finishing touch with the wig and the mask. He hopped up and crossed to the mirror, sucking the dildo and stroking while checking himself out. He paused for a moment as he walked over, inserting the dvd into the dvd player, and starting a bi-bareback gangbang flick. Once it passed the fbi warning, he made his way back to the mirror, picking up something along the way and started lubing up the dildo. He then pressed the suction cup of the dildo to the mirror and turned around, shoving whatever was in his hand into his mouth. My cock threatened to rip my shorts open when Simon finally managed to work the tip of the dildo into his hole. Once the head popped in, I could tell he was in pain and pulled away quickly. Little did he know his ass had stronger suction than the suction cup and the dildo came off the mirror with him. He hobbled to the bed and was about to pull it out but he lost his balance and ended up taking it further, spitting out the unidentifiable scrap in his mouth. “Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he yelled loud enough I turned down the speakers in case anyone was walking past the house. He tried pulling the dildo out again, and this time he discovered the pleasure it could provide. His dick throbbed and leaked some precum on my bedspread when he got it most of the way out, so he started reinserting it and took the cloth back in his mouth. 5 minutes later he had resuctioned the dildo to the top of my dresser and bounced like he had springs in his ass. He was obviously getting close, which caused him to pull the cloth from his mouth and hold it to his nose as he stroked and galloped. “Fuck yeah, fuck my hole while I make her my bitch. Does that ass feel good sir? Cause your cock is gonna make me cum in her fucking pussy. Can I shoot in her pussy sir? Please sir? I want to shoot my sperm in her pussy sir. I can’t hold it anymore sir, I am blowing my sperm in her slit sir. Here is cums bitch, Here it…UHHH…FUCK…TAKE MY CUM…” From the slit of his cock a giant load shot out, dousing his entire costume and forcing him backwards against the wall behind the dresser. My load was almost as big but it went where most of my jerked loads went, into a bottle I had been slowly filling with my tina-laced cum, then refrigerating for use on Simon’s ass, hopefully. While he was recovering, I squinted at the screen and finally identified the thing that Simon had been sucking/sniffing. It was a pair of panties from the Hawaiian slut. After one of our sessions, I used them to soak up my jizz and wipe down her cunt and ass, but then when we were getting dressed we couldn’t find them. I figured they were somewhere in my collection of cumrags, but it was incredibly hot knowing Simon had them all this time, sucking on my dried cum. I gave Simon enough time to get out of the costume, shower, get everything back in order, and sneak the buttplug into his bag. When I pulled up a few minutes later, he was just throwing the costume in the dryer, assuring me it fit perfectly. We sat down and went over our plans for the next day, deciding we would meet at 8 Saturday morning in normal clothes, then take a train into the city for the convention, and change when we arrived. Since we wanted to schedule our time at the convention carefully, we pulled up the website and discovered there were events well into that night, including a dark knight forum on the roof of the hotel, a costume party at 10pm and a contest at midnight. “We gotta enter Mr. Torelli, our costumes are awesome,” He said, sounding younger and younger every time we saw another cool event. “Simon, you can call me Steve, and I wish we could but the last train leaves at 7,” I put my hand around his shoulders and squeezed, sympathetically. “So we’re outta luck unless you are okay with staying overnight. If we got a couple rooms, that would allow us to stop by Sunday morning for the artists’ brunch, and still be back Sunday afternoon or evening at the latest.” “That would rock Mr. To- Sorry, Steve, but I don’t know if I can. I need to check with folks while I’m on summer vacation,” Simon said, trying to keep up the ambiguity we’d had since our first meeting. I was pretty sure he was still in high school, but we live in a college town and he always tried to make it sound like he was only living at home until school started back up. I’d met his parents once when they came to pick him up one day, which was probably planned for their peace of mind. Still, Simon played it off like a champ, telling me “I don’t need a car at school so I let them provide the ride over the summer so they feel useful.” “Well let me know as soon as you get permission and I’ll book the rooms,” knowing we’d be sharing one room that I booked weeks ago before they all filled up. “I don’t need permission, I just have to be sure they aren’t planning anything that includes me tomorrow night or Sunday morning. I’ll call them right now and let them know I’m gonna be out. Be right back,” Simon said, walking out of the office and down stairs into the kitchen. I clicked on the hidden camera to hear him tell his parents. “Mom? Tomorrow after comic con, Jerry and his dad are gonna stay for the Sunday morning events and invited me to go….I know it’s last minute but we can all stay in the city with Jerry’s aunt…They told me she is happy to host all of us and we can take the train back Sunday night…You don’t need to pick me up, I’ll bike home…No I won’t be too tired mom, I swear…I’ll be fine at practice…Please, if I promise to get plenty of sleep and get a ride so I can be at swim practice on time? Please!... Thank you! Ok, I’ll make sure they can drop me off Sunday night…Um I don’t know if I can stay at Jerry’s Sunday night too…I know it is way closer to practice but I’ll have been with them the night before, plus Jerry doesn’t always go to practice…Ok, I’ll ask, but if not I’ll ride my bike. Ok, see you at home…like an hour…love you too, bye.” Simon’s phone call told me enough to know his parents thought he was going with a friend from school. It also told me they would be totally fine not seeing him until Monday after his swim team practice. Most importantly, it meant I had Simon by the balls. “I told them we were going, they just asked me to ask you if it is cool for me to stay over Sunday if we get back too late for me to bike home,” he informed me as he returned to the office with his costume from the dryer. The next morning Simon texted me asking if I could pick him up a few blocks from the station at his friend Jerry’s house, so I brought our outfits, picked him up and marked down one more lie he told his folks for my blackmail. I told Simon to wear something comfy so we could just sleep in it after we changed from our suits, so I was happy to see he was in some loose shorts and a baggy t-shirt with flip flops. Once we got on the train, we talked about the upcoming day and I began the last step in Simon’s corruption, beginning with some water bottles filled with a vodka punch, with clips to attach them to our utility belts. Simon didn’t want to seem uncool, so he took a big gulp and almost coughed up a lung on the train. Once we got to the convention center I told Simon to get our passes while I checked us into our rooms. Simon never questioned me when I told him the hotel screwed up and put us in one room instead of two and they were full up. He just swigged from his bottle and followed me up there to change. As soon as we got the door open, I pressed his Robin suit into his chest and began undressing. Simon followed suit, until he realized he would have to get naked. “Shit Steve, I gotta change into the bottom part in the john, I forgot to wear undies…I’m not sure they’d even fit anyway,” Simon moved towards the door but I stopped him. “Damn Simon, you’d better show me how they look, cause you can’t go commando if they will show too much.” With that I yanked down his shorts and tossed him the briefs. He slid them up his legs sheepishly, confirming they would give away every detail. “Shit. Well I guess you’ll have to wear your shorts.” “No way Steve, that will look like crap. There’s gotta be something I can do to obscure my…you know,” he pleaded. I smirked inside and offered another suggestion. “Well I guess you can wear the thong I was going to wear under mine since my suit has a separate lining for the cod piece,” I said with my most disdainful voice, not wanting him to realize I’d been wearing it since yesterday in preparation. “Fuck, if you don’t mind, that sounds way better than my shitty shorts,” Simon slid off the bottoms again and stood, naked from the waist down, robin from the waist up. I had only changed into the top half of my outfit so far, so Simon had no choice but to wait as I peeled off my sweats and then removed my thong. I pretended not to notice Simon staring at my thick soft uncut monster and balls, which I had trimmed and fluffed in advance for his viewing pleasure. He slid took the thong and slid it up his legs, disheartened to find it was too big after stretching over my meat and butt. Good thing it was adjustable, which allowed me to reach between his legs and pull the elastic cords through the clasp until it was tighter, and the clasp was pulled up against his hole, to help stimulate him throughout the day. Fully decked, we hit the convention and had a blast, meeting writers, pencilers, inkers, some b-movie and tv stars and stopping every 10 minutes so another geek could get a photo with us. Through every bit of it, Simon never left my side, seeming to take pride in all the attention we received as the dynamic duo. By the time we hit the party that night, I had almost forgotten my original goal. That is, until, we started prepping for the costume contest. There were five categories. Best Costume, Best hero, best villain, best duo, and best team. Once Simon heard that the results would be based on audience response, he insisted we start working the crowd, which was mostly men. Not too surprisingly, a lot of guys loved our look, a few even trying to convince me to sneak off and fuck them in the bathroom or let them take Simon aside and blow or fuck him. I kept them away, but did get a couple numbers, while Simon downed shot after free shot offered to him by his fans. When the contest began, we were quickly moved from the first round to the second and into the finals for Best Duo. The results were close, but we got second place and a $50 gift certificate to a comic store, with first going to Mystique and Rogue (it’s hard competing with hot chicks in blue paint and skin tight spandex in a room full of nerds). As we left the stage, we were approached by a huge muscly guy dressed as bane asking if we’d like to join him and some friends and compete for best group. I wanted to get Simon upstairs, but Bane’s bulging arms, chest and crotch swayed me. Turns out he’d gotten a collection of seriously impressive costumed villains, including the Joker, Penquin, two-face, Catwoman (in full leather) and Riddler. We killed the closest competition and each of the group ended up leaving with $100 gift cards. We said our good-byes, but Bane stopped us and told us that the gay bar across the street was holding a naughty contest in 15 minutes. I said no, but Simon cut me off, asking what the prize was. When he discovered first prize was a signed copy of sin city, he dragged me over there. Somehow with the wig and the mask, the bouncer didn’t card Simon, waving us through and groping Simon’s ass as he passed. Inside we were outmatched by tons of guys in nothing but speedos and body paint, but Simon wouldn’t give up without a fight, dragging me into the bathroom and finding a stall, he stripped off the shirt and tunic, pulled off his speedos and showed me his new look in just his (my) thong, belt, boots, cape, mask and wig. “Wow Simon, you sure you are okay going out there like that?” I prayed he’d say yes. “Shit Steve, who cares if some fags wanna perv on me if we win right?” Simon slurred slightly. “But you gotta do it too Steve, so they can see your huge dick.” He laughed and began pulling at my suit, which got a chuckle from me before I pushed him back onto the seat and slowly stripped away the uniform until I was left in my boots, cowl, gloves, belt and cape. Simon was a little too drunk to care about playing macho and sat staring at my junk while I put the cod piece and utility belt back on. Suddenly he realized how long he’d been looking and pushed past me back into the main area of the bathroom. “Wish mine was bigger, then we’d win for sure,” Simon said, reaching into the thong to try and make his cock look as big as possible. I almost reached over to help him get it up, but remembered myself and where we were in the nick of time. We made our way back out onto the dance floor and check our unused costume pieces at the coat check, where a gigantic drag queen dressed as wonder woman told us we were missing something. She proceeded to whip out a fat black magic marker and draw the Robin ‘R’ on Simon’s chest, and the batman symbol on mine, with amazing skill. We gave her a huge tip, and she returned the favor by sliding the magic marker down the back of Simon’s thong so it was rubbing against his hole like a dick head waiting to fuck. “There you go sweety, just let Batman move the marker around every few minutes till you go up there and you’ll be saving the day in no time,” She smiled and waved us off to flirt and convince the guys to vote for us. Simon finally awoke to the reality of his outfit as we hit the crowd and every guy we met took the opportunity to squeeze my hardening cock and grab his ass. Before I knew it, Simon had his ass firmly against my hip, moving the marker with each step, which did a fine job of stimulating his hole. We got across the stage just in time to start the contest and it was a good thing. Looking down, Simon was now almost totally hard and his ass was bright red from pinches, slaps and grasping hands. When our turn came up, Simon almost chickened out, but the crowds roar in response to my obvious 9 inch hard on and his dripping semi and firm cheeks got him to strike a couple poses and even do a handspring off the stage when we exited. Simon and I enjoyed some free drinks while votes were tallied, but sadly we lost to some naked avengers. Second place was our choice of $100 bar tabs or a set of leather gear including a jockstrap, harness, wrist cuffs and a mask. Simon jumped at the bar tab, but I told him we’d had enough and took the leather gear instead. Back at the hotel, half dressed to where we weren’t indecent, Simon was bouncing off the walls talking about all the insane stuff we’d done and how he’d never get to sleep. In the elevator, a sexy scarlet witch had her hand down the pants of a ripped Hulk, obviously okay with us watching the two of them get started. By the time we reached our mutual floor, she was on her knees sucking his dick and groping Simon and I. At the Hulk’s room, she whispered something to him and then asked if we’d like to come inside. I looked at Simon and he looked equal parts excited and terrified, so I told her we had to hit the room first, get cleaned up and we’d head back when we were ready. She stroked us each once, and headed into the room behind Hulk, revealing another three or four people having sex on the king bed in the middle of the suite. As the door shut, I turned to see if Simon had changed his mind and wanted to join them, but he was already half way down the hall to our room. When we got inside, he started ranting about how hot she was and how much he wanted to plow her full of his semen. “So lets go back and fuck her,” I sat beside him on the bed and put an arm around him, rubbing it up and down his bare arm. “We can tag team her Robin.” That got a smile out of him. “I don’t know if I can Mr. Torelli . I tried doing it with this girl from school and my friend Eric, but I got weirded out having another dude around,” Simon sighed as I slid my hand under his cape and rubbed his lower back. “Having other dicks around just makes me nervous; wondering if they’re bigger, if they’re gonna try something with me, if-“ “Slow down Simon, you don’t need to explain it, you’re not with your friends or some coach who talks down to you. I understand exactly what you mean, that’s why you need to call me Steve. Sounds like you are stuck in your head when you should be stuck in some pussy. I think I have the solution if you think you can handle it,” I slid my free hand into the carry on sitting next to me, pulling out my zipper bag containing my pipe, favors and lighter. “I don’t do drugs Steve.” Simon frowned and looked away. “That’s cool, some people can handle them, some can’t. I bet most boys your age aren’t ready for this stuff, but then maybe you should wait to try the sex stuff until you can feel ready to handle a woman and not be distracted by the men around you.” Simon turned and looked at me like I betrayed him somehow. “I can handle a woman, Steve, I’m not a fuckin virgin!” Simon’s words said he was defiant of my assessment, but his voice rang of self doubt. “Even so Simon, you won’t be able to step outside your box and take control of those feelings until you can understand the difference between sex and nasty, no holds barred fucking, or between experimenting with something and becoming a drug addict or picking up a girl and seducing a woman. You should wait until you gain the necessary age and experience.” At that point I stood up and stripped naked, before sliding a robe on, but leaving it hanging open. “I’m gonna head over and get some pussy, maybe even fuck scarlet witch in her ass, if you can handle it you could come watch.” I turned and picked up a room key, sliding it, my phone, the tina, pipe and lighter into the robe pocket and reached for the door before I heard Simon say wait. “I’d be down to try it, but only a little.” Simon walked over to me and held out his hand. I passed him the pipe which he looked at for a moment before realizing he didn’t know how to light it. I took it back before he got embarrassed and told him to inhale when I said go. I filled it with a big bowl of crystal and lit the underside, until smoke started swirling. “Go.” He sucked in for a long time, using his full lung capacity from swimming until he couldn’t inhale anymore. Suddenly he coughed loudly and exhaled a giant cloud of smoke. Once he’d regained his composure I showed him how it was done and then did it again for him, instructing him to blow it in my mouth when he was ready to exhale. He handled it like a champ on that round and blew a large cloud to me. I did the same back to him and we continued like that for a few minutes until he seemed to be feeling the high. “Now you see how to do it, I want you to keep hitting it while I go see if they are still up for guests down the hall.” I handed him the pipe, encouraged that he desperately went for it, and stepped into the hall. Instead of going down to the orgy, I paused and pulled out my phone, texting the hottest of the men I’d met that evening, including bane. I let them all know I was about to break in a virgin bottom who got high and drunk and would be loaning out his hole to any top with a big cock, big load and big need to breed his virgin hole. Once I got some responses, I stepped back inside, explaining that they were taking a break but would come down and get us when they started again. “Shit, they had to take a break now Steve? I’m horny as fuck on this stuff,” Simon was stroking his hard dick through the thong, but had removed the rest of his costume except for the mask. I started to chub up watching him switch between smoking and stroking while wearing a mask and thong and nothing else. I took the opportunity to pull out my laptop and bring up some bi porn featuring a woman getting her ass double fucked, but eventually leading to some man on man once we were warmed up. As he handed me the pipe I handed him my carry on and told him to see what he could find inside to help out with his lack of pussy. Inside he found a fleshlight, my big pink dildo, poppers, and some cock rings. He needed no instruction once he’d figured out the purpose of the fleshlight, working his cock in without even using the lube. I almost corrected him but decided it would be fine if it made his dick soft since I wasn’t planning on using that part of his body at all. Within minutes the tina really took over and his dick got soft. He tried everything to get it hard again, but was having no luck. Finally I was ready to complete my weeks of work, and show this wanna-be jock just how much of a bottom boy he was born to be. ”One surefire way to get hard again is with this,” I lifted the dildo and towards him. “Just lube it up and slide it in and you’ll hard in no time.” “No thanks Steve, I am not into that gay shit,” he punctuated the sentence by hitting the pipe and turning so I didn’t have as good a view of his cock. “We both know that’s not true don’t we Simon?” I reached over and grabbed his hand, causing him to twist back towards me. “I know you’ve been using my toys to get your rocks off, so why don’t you drop the bullshit and take this dildo up your ass.” His face went ashen and he stuttered, trying to find an explanation for my disappearing/reappearing toys, but drawing a blank. I twisted his arm slightly making him lie back on the bed, and slid the lubed dildo between his legs, before placing his hand on it and giving him a look that said the rest was up to him. His cheeks regained color and rushed to a bright pink as he began to realize he couldn’t hide his shame from me. Tentatively he worked the dildo between his cheeks, before I took pity on him. “Don’t be ashamed Sy, it’s just a toy, and you’ll come to find out most men enjoy toys sometimes. I bet every guy you know has put something up his hole at some point just to see if it feels as good as they say. So stop messing around and sit on that big rubber dick.” Simon couldn’t make eye contact with me as he raised his body up, set the dildo upright and worked his hole down over it. Whimpers and porn music were all you could hear in the room as he gradually worked 5, 6, 7, and finally all 8 inches into his tight virgin sphincter. As promised, his cock began to re-harden and before I knew it, he was bouncing up and down, drool flying from his slack mouth as both hands worked his hard cock. When he wasn’t looking I switched the lube bottle for the bottle of my tina-laced cum, then told him he’d better lube it up again unless he wanted to hurt himself. Still ignoring me, he intensely watch the daisy chain on the screen as he rose off the dildo and began to relube it. “What the hell?” he jumped as my lubed fingers slid in to replace the dildo, flying off of them. “What do you think you are doing man?” “Just making sure you’re lubed correctly. If you don’t know how to do it you could rip you hole or even burn yourself on that thing. Friction will do that.” I stood as I replied, spinning him around and bracing his shoulders with one arm as I inserted my fingers again. “Stop being such a baby.” “Jesus! Take your fuckin fingers out of my ass Steve. I don’t like dudes, and I don’t need any help with my ass.” Simon struggled against me, but less now that I found his prostate and started to milk it. “Seems to me you do, otherwise you’d know how to get it lubed for a dong or stolen butt plug.” Mentioning the stolen butt plug shut him up and eased his struggles even more. “bend forward a little and take a swig from that water bottle in my bag while I grab a crystal to put up there.” He did as he was told, bending until his ass trapped my hand between my crotch and where it was inside his hole. I took a big crystal from my baggie and proceeded to slide it in between two fingers, before working in a third. He complained of a burning sensation, which I explained to be from the tina in his ass, before suggesting another swig from my water bottle filled with gatorade and ghb to promote obedience. Every minute or so he’d try in vain to escape my grip, even as my fingers made him moan and sign. I knew the g was in full effect when he leaned back and let his whole body rest against my thighs, crotch and chest. Like a good trainee, he followed my movements as I walked us over to the bed and laid us down on our sides so we were still in contact from knee to shoulders. I took a second to check that his eyes were closed before switching the porn to a new video and reaching out to take over masturbating his dick, which barely got a “no” before he gave in and let me do as I pleased. He was finally ready for the final step. Without removing my fingers from his hole I maneuvered the head of my dick until it was in line with his tight hole. In one movement I pulled out the four fingers I had in him, and replaced it with the head of my cock. “Stop! Don’t Steve! Get your fucking dick away from my asshole!!!!!!” Instead I rolled my weight over his trashing drugged body until he was trapped and began the slow decent into virgin territory. “Get off me faggot!!!” “Before you call me a faggot I think you need to look at the computer screen and decide just how bad you want me to make things for you.” He raised his head as I said this, thrashing for another moment until it dawned that the video was of him dressed as robin, riding the dildo and begging an imaginary top to allow him to cum in a fictitious pussy. The thrashing started again, this time with desperate cries of terror. “Now based on what we can see here, the only faggot in this room is the mama’s boy with a dick up his ass and a fetish for being controlled by a big dominant man. It makes sense I guess, the idea that you might become a real man one day if you let enough of them plant the seed deep inside you and hope it grows you a set of balls. Until that day, I’m going to make your wish come true by forcing in the other half of my hard dick-“ “Other half?!?!” Simon began struggling more. “Yep, only got 5 inches so far, 4 and a bit to go before my balls touch that hole. And for interrupting me…” I shoved two of the four inches in that very second making him cry like a wounded animal. “SO SHUT UP and thank me for providing your hole with a continuous source of pleasure and nutrients until you graduate to fucking a woman, instead of being one. Now tell me the truth, you never really fucked a girl, did you?” “No, I fucked my last girlfrie” simon was cut off by the rest of my cock pounding home. “Alright! Please sir, you’re right, I never have. I tried but I came before I got inside her. That’s why I was so afraid, because you’d see that I didn’t deserve to come here and lied to you about my age and experience.” “Please Simon, I saw that the first day we met when you couldn’t keep your fingers off your hole for five minutes while you showered. You never need to worry about lying to me about what you are boy, because I see through you and know what you need even when you don’t. So hang on and pray to whatever you believe in, cause I am breaking you in right now.” The following fuck session lasted over 90 minutes, with Simon transitioning from screaming to crying to moaning to begging for more, to cumming, over and over in different orders. I ended up shooting three huge loads inside his hole, in every position I could force him into, before I finally took pity and pulled out to let him recuperate. Funny thing was he asked me to put it back almost immediately. I popped a Viagra and gave him some hits from the pipe and the g bottle before agreeing, at which point I laid back and watched as he rode me to another orgasm for each of us. Collapsing on my chest, his breathing ragged and sweat dripping off his sexy body, he begged me not to tell anyone about what we’d done and told me how ashamed he was when he woke up night after night imagining sucking my cock or letting me fuck his hole. He admitted all the times he’d watched me fuck my various gals and guys and even admitted to doing some things I was unaware of. My dick began to harden inside his hole again when he told me about stealing a discarded condom from my trash can, emptying the load from it the next day onto a cucumber and fucking the cum into his hole in the bathroom at baseball practice, then eating the cucumber. His repressed desires were spilled one by one before he finally stopped and looked at me for some sign that I thought he was evil or dirty. Instead I had him suck me clean while I explained that I’d videotaped the entire session and would send it directly to his house unless he continued to act as my cum dumpster during the school year. He began crying again and begged me not to, so I pulled him to his feet and wrapped him in a towel, donned a rode, grabbed the goodies and began dragging him towards the elevator. “You think I am punishing you, but you need to accept that I know what’s best for you.” As the elevator doors closed, I spun him around, slipped my cock out from my robe, under his towel and pierced his hole, eliciting a squeal. “Just give in so you can stop worrying about what you think you know and can see what is right here.” I pulled out as the doors opened on the lobby level, and texted Bane as I led him into the darkened pool and Jacuzzi area. Once inside the cedar steam room, I bent him over and tied his hands to the bench, lit the pipe and made him take a series of hits before sliding back inside him. He relaxed as my cock slipped past his inner sphincter, and even whispered thank you. Behind us a door creaked, causing him to stiffen again, because he couldn’t see the three handsome well hung men crowding into the space around us. Bane was a good inch longer and much bigger around than my hung cock, and his two friends, while average height and trim, were almost as impressively endowed. I stepped aside while they lubed up and took hits from the bowl. At the last second I remembered what was in my pocket and pulled out my phone to record the destruction of any last iota of will and defiance, not to mention the last time Simon would ever turn down a cock in his ass. Still it is fun to watch the videos of his gangrape and remember a time before he became a drug-addicted cum-hungry bottom slut.

My theory of going cruising/saunas for a raw load as opposed to online hookups was again confirmed today. Decided to head up to Pipeworks in Glasgow (about an hour or so away from me) to see if I could satisfy my ‘itch’ for cock. Possibly went at the wrong time on a Saturday - late afternoon/early evening - as it was slowing down a bit, but, found myself a nice, slightly older daddy than me, with a very nice thick cock, who was more than happy to take me into a booth and give me a good hard, poppered up, verbal fucking and a nice hot load! No idea what his name was or what his status was - but it was so satisfying!!!

Fuck that's hot 😈

*Runs to computer and looks up Reddit

I usually avoid eye contact the first time and say something like "not now, maybe a little later ..." If that doesn't work right away, stare the offender in the eye and say something like "get the fuck away from me, I'm busy now", in your most commanding voice. Say it loudly, firmly, and keep eye-contact until the offender breaks eye-contact. That's always worked for me.

No still means no, its not about age or being beautiful. No is No. I had a bloke who followed me around and everytime I got with someone he intervened and moreorless got rid of the person. Despite polite requests from me, he continued to harass me. Final straw was when he grabbed me again and scratched my inner thigh and groin to the extent of blood that I snapped, this bloke used to sharpen his nails into pointed nails. I reported him to the management, showed my ripped skin, he was asked to leave and signs were put up that No means No.

Cross my heart. This wasn't me.

Really like the latest chapter, and was pleasantly surprised by the ending (I probably wouldn't have been but for your disclaimer - I was imagining far less positive outcomes). Technically speaking Mateo ought to get PEP, since his chances of exposure with what they did are significant (if small). But maybe the clinic people will tell him that...

Youth is wasted on the young! Give me older, wiser and more experienced EVERY day of the week! Naturally smooth is fine, but there is no such thing as too hairy in my book! 😍👅😍

A few weeks later I went cruising at my favorite hangout in DC - The Fireplace. For those who haven’t been there, the upstairs is the place where more action seems to happen. I know I have a toxic VL of over 750k now but love playing the novice white dude who is neg. I met up with a super cute and dominant lightskin dude with caramel twists. After drinking and chilling for about 20 minutes, he took my hand and we left. Damn he was sexy - black worn biker jacket and black Timbs… and a huge dick print. I thought we were headed to his place but we went down the hill into Rock Creek park and found a secluded spot. I pretended to be scared which amped up his prey instinct because before I knew it, his dick was slapping against my face and I was begging to be fucked. In one motion his tongue was in my mouth, my pants were down and my legs were up. The smell of his jacket, precum and alcohol were overpowering. I willingly let him slide in me and felt his dick pulsate so many times inside me. I asked him if he was poz and he just smiled. He then lowered himself onto my dick and said to give him my last neg load. My cum exploded in him, ran down his mocha skin and dripped onto his leather. We shared an incredible kiss with some of his load mixed with mine. I will take his babies again ! 😈 And my VL gets only higher… more to come…

Wonderful to read these accounts from brave people who have approached straight men and, now and then, succeeded in sucking their cocks! Today I remembered an incident from my undergraduate years. Eventually I developed a tenuous friendship with a straight boy I'd been in love with since I'd first seen his picture in the "face book" (an actual paper booklet sent to us before orientation, containing our classmates' yearbook photos, names and home cities). Before graduating, I asked if he'd like a blowjob. It didn't go well. We never spoke again. Our university had a lopsided male-female ratio, and given its technical emphasis, the few women present were masculine, assertive, decidedly not sexual. Think female JROTC drill captains, or even female spiders who eat their male counterparts after mating! Straight guys not in fraternities spilled a lot of semen in their tighty-whities rather than in the warm, wet holes where it belonged. My classmate, for his part, was always worrying that his girlfriend might have gotten pregnant from his visits home, or that she was cheating on him between his visits. I could have made him forget all these frustrations, five minutes at a time, whenever he needed. Today, he is married (to a rather masculine woman), lives in the suburbs, and has a child. He is still intelligent, but he has gone from being dashingly handsome as a young man to quite unattractive in middle age. Oh well, I can't spend too much time worrying about the plight of straight men! (The description of my female classmates is not intended to be misogynistic. In a male-dominated environment, assertiveness must have been a survival skill for women.)

On my knees looking up at him as I throat his lovely hard cock. Letting him gag me if he gets carried away. Open mouthed just off his cock as he spurts so he gets to see the sperm fly into my mouth. They love that

I've become partial to anon breeding sessions either walk in, door open, spa or sex club because I've become partial to taking multiple loads and offering up a sloppy used hole to those tops who have a certain fetish for this. Trying to arrange friends or acquaintances schedules is just not practical to get the number of loads required quickly enough to be the dripping hole I love to offer up.

All I care about their dick is hard and can dump a load in me.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. It wasn't based on any of my experiences either 😉 Unlike previous stories I've posted, it's not going to go on forever and there are only two main characters. There are only 7 parts. ------------------------------------ ---- Part 1 ---- My balls hurt, my dick hurt, I was exhausted and yet I'd never felt so alive. My whole body tingled in a good way that it hadn't since I spent that first weekend in college with Paul. He had just left to catch his flight back home with the last of the nine loads I'd given him that weekend safely plugged in his ass. I could feel his cum drip down my leg and it reminded me of all of those times we'd fucked over the past few years, almost daily when we were in school. We hadn't met face to face since we graduated over a year ago, but we talked and texted all the time. He took a job out west and I found one on the opposite side of the country. Now he was my ex, but we were still friends. While we had been boyfriends in college for three years, we also fucked other guys. I was more of a bottom and he was one of those 99% tops. I think I fucked him once the entire time we dated, every other guy I topped was either a hookup or a friend. Let me rewind a little, to where I think our reunion all began. I really liked my job and it paid more than I ever thought I would get as a fresh-from-school guy. It was a varied group of people and I'd made a few friends there. Some of them would meet on Fridays after work at a bar and chill out and I was almost always there. The project was coming to and end and one of the guys told me "just FYI, this is probably the last pub meet until the project ends. The next month is going to be brutal." A few of the other guys nodded and one, who I knew was the other gay guy on my project team, said "Yeah, only a few hours to sleep each day and no time to even jack off during your morning shower before you're back at work." The comment shocked me but I could tell from his reaction that he was telling the truth. It meant I really needed to find a hookup that weekend or else I would probably go crazy by the end of the project. I knew I couldn't last more than a week without at least some sexual gratification and a month would be hell. First, I needed to catch up on all the other boring shit so that I was prepared until I got my life back. A run to the megamart got enough frozen dinners and cans of soup, along with other necessities to last me for the next four weeks. Several other stops meant that I spent Saturday night doing laundry instead of looking for dick. I tried to fix that on Sunday though. Sunday had different ideas. Everyone seemed to want to chat or meet for coffee or wanted more pictures. It was a nice early summer day, but all the top guys wanted to stay in their homes surfing instead of fucking. As each hour ticked by, my search criteria got wider. It's not that I was really picky, but I usually had better experiences with guys my own age and size. I knew, though, that I needed to get fucked and the city was crowded with tons of other bottoms. I wasn't a model, but I thought I looked good and the time spent at the gym the past nine months had firmed up my physique. The six-pack was still a ways off, but my formerly twink shape was now getting some muscle in my arms and legs, and the rest was getting more defined. I was naturally smooth and I'd switch between a small trimmed bush I had now and shaved pubes around my average sized cut cock. Even my bubble butt was firmer than it had ever been. The longer I looked, the hornier I got. I even started looking at versatile guys, which in my experience meant that they topped only during a full moon. That's where I found him. His body had a few extra pounds and he was a few years older than me, but the cock pic is what got my eye. Eight inches of upward curving manhood that I bet would feel really good inside me. A few messages later told me that he'd checked out of his hotel and was hoping to fuck another ass before going to the airport for his flight home. While I didn't like inviting strange guys to my apartment, if I wanted dick from this guy that's what I'd have to do. There weren't any other good possibilities, either. He was even more generic when he showed up. No infectious smile, no jewelry, no ink, just a pair of big brown eyes that seemed to be looking deep into my soul. Oh, and a silly little soft mustache over his lip that really didn't fit his face. But it was his dick that I wanted. A couple minutes later, we were both naked and I was sucking on his cock. The curve made it hard to deep throat in the position he seemed to like, but I got it slick with my spit and was soon on my knees on the bed. He hard fucked me doggy for a while, which was surprising since he was so quiet otherwise. After drilling me like that for fifteen minutes, he tossed me on my back and fucked a little softer for another fifteen minutes. I remembered looking up at his big brown eyes as he pumped the first of three loads of cum inside me and I realized he had fucked me bare. I never did that with hookups, but we were both really horny and the subject of condoms never came up. It had turned me on though, since as soon as I felt the first spurt of his cum, I shot my own surprisingly big load over my chest. A quick rest and we started up with round two which was nearly the same as round 1. It repeated again for the third time, but while the time was shorter, the load felt just as big. Two hours later, he walked out of my apartment to catch his plane and I laid there feeling my hole ache from the abuse it had just taken. It wasn't long and I was sound asleep. Monday morning, I woke up and hit the bathroom. A small bit of cum dribbled out of my ass and when I got off the toilet, I looked in the bowl and there were a few splotches of red inside the cream floating in the water. With as sore as my hole was, I wasn't really surprised. I realized I had to get showered and off to work for the "final push" to finish the project on time and not piss off the customer. The next few weeks were a blur. Sixteen hour days were the norm and we worked the first two weekends just like they were weekdays. A few nights I even slept at work and we all joked about wearing the same clothes for a few days at a time. None of the guys shaved the entire time and we all looked really scruffy after the first week. Some of the guys had pretty decent beards by the end of the second week and I was surprised at how good I looked with facial hair. The task list was down to only a few items by Wednesday on the third week and I was just helping out other people. Thursday morning I woke up feeling really rough and sweaty. I took a long shower and made it to work a little late. As the day wore on, I felt worse and worse. Friday morning I felt like death, but I knew corpses wouldn't ache like I did. "Corey, you look like hell. We're almost done, go home and get some rest. You really worked your ass off these past three weeks and I appreciate it. But... no sense killing yourself. Recharge those batteries and we'll call you if we need you" my boss said, keeping some distance between us in case I had something contagious. I went back home and by noon I was sound asleep. I woke a few times, always sweating and feeling sore all over. Saturday was the same except the glands in my neck were swollen and hard, and I had a few places on my body covered in rash. I had always slept naked but now I was varying between feeling frozen and boiling, so either I was on top of the covers or buried deep under every blanket I owned. Sunday was more of the same but I was starting to feel a little better. By evening, I could even eat one of the two dozen cans of soup I'd bought. I had just finished one when my phone rang. "Shit... I hope it's not work" I thought to myself. "Hey, dude! I was about ready to send out a search party. I haven't heard from you for a few weeks and you never returned my calls" Paul said with a mixture of cheerfulness and concern. "I feel like shit. Been living at work trying to finish a project and I guess I ran myself down. Been home sick since Friday" I replied. "Damn, that sucks. You should be out enjoying the warm weather and guys in speedos, looking for the biggest bulge" Paul replied with a chuckle. "Fuck, I haven't had time to even think about sex. Good thing I hooked up with that guy before work took over my life" I told Paul, trying to remember what the hookup looked like and all I could remember was his cock. Paul replied "Good. Hope he was a fun fuck. It's been a week since my last and my dick is getting hard when I see almost any guy." I laughed but my chest still hurt and the rash was even bigger than it was on Saturday. "Yeah, strange but good. Broke my condoms-only rule for hookups but he was pretty good. Fucked me hard doggy and then flipped me on my back and was slower and more sensual until he built up speed and then came by the gallon. We did that three times before he took off" I explained. "He bred you three times in one day? I think I only did that a couple times with you. He must have been one hot dude for you to give it up like that" Paul replied. He knew I usually played safe with anyone other than a boyfriend. "Nah, pretty plain, actually. Nice dick and these big eyes that he stared at me with while he fucked me on my back. Pretty quiet too, just a loud growl when he shot his load. He had a weird grin on his face after the last shot and before he pulled out. All I expected was a pump and dump, but I won't complain about two hours of good sex" I replied, before I drank more water and still felt dehydrated. "Oh? Sounds like a memorable fuck, even if the guy wasn't. Uh... what are your symptoms?" Paul asked. He sounded really curious, which I thought weird but I told him how I had felt. The more I talked he'd keep responding with "hmm" or "mmm." Another chill ran through my body and I pulled the blanket back over me. "Uh... Corey... I think you should probably get tested. That hookup might have given you more than a good time. Those symptoms sound close to what I've heard you get when you convert to being HIV positive" Paul told me. "What? No... It was just a regular fuck. It didn't feel any different... other than he was better than most hookups" I said, my mind spinning at warp speed. "Yeah, maybe. No harm in finding out. Wait until you're feeling better and hit a clinic or your doc. Nothing to freak about, anyway" Paul responded, casually. All I said was "OK" as I started to freak out, but quietly. "I gotta go. Let me know what happens" Paul said before hanging up. Monday I still felt like crap and my boss was understanding. "Just get better, there's only a couple people here and the rest are catching up on sleep from the past few weeks. Oh, and the customer is really happy, so it wasn't in vain" he said. Wednesday I finally felt good enough to go to work and by Friday I was almost back to normal. Paul's words still haunted me and I wondered what I should do. The next Tuesday after work I went to a clinic up in boystown that did free STD testing. I had been there before and was a little more relaxed than the first time I went, but still nervous. Friday I went in to get the results. I was stunned and just wandered home and collapsed on the couch for the next few days.

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----- Part 6 ----- We chowed down on the pizza, both of us hungry from lots of exercise and not much sustenance. A few beers and slices took care of that. Paul and I talked while we ate and we kept talking until we ran out of beer. "How's your ass feelin?" I asked. "Fuckin on fire" Paul replied with a concerned look hoping I didn't want to fuck him again. "I'll go easy this time" I said chuckling. "At least you're not hung like the pizza dude" Paul replied. "Gee, thanks" I replied sarcastically. I knew what he meant, but it still made me feel a little inadequate. So, I didn't go easy on him. We started on the couch with him bent over the arm. Apparently, he'd put the plug back in after Marco bred him and he still had quite a bit of Marco's seed in his hole. A firm yank got the plug out and I followed it with one hard thrust. I planted my cock balls deep in him and it left a ring of cum around the base of my cock. Ten minutes of drilling had forced a lot of Marco's seed out, but his hole was still pretty sloppy. Several minutes later, I gave a few tugs on his arm and I had him on the floor on his back, laying on a small rug. With his legs over my shoulders, my cock slammed back into him with a thud and a scream. When he screamed again with the next thrust, I grabbed the towel nearby and stuffed the corner of it into his mouth. Noises still came out, but they were pretty well muffled as I drilled him. I made it another twenty minutes before I couldn't wait any longer. Several spurts replaced most of Marco's cum with my own viral brew. When I pulled my cock out I told Paul "Hold your legs and don't move." I found the plug and pushed it back into Paul's battered hole. I never had done a multi-cumming, all day fuck with one guy before. The most had been five guys I'd fucked at a party right after I'd moved here, but still that time was only three hours long, I only came twice and bred two different guys. Four fucks with Paul and the resulting loads in one day left me exhausted, drained and thirsty. After gulping down a few glasses of water, I made it back to bed to find Paul already there, asleep. I added another mark on his back and smiled, thinking that there was no way he was going to escape the bug after this weekend. -- It was only 6 AM when I woke up Sunday morning. I knew we didn't have a lot of time before Paul had to go to the airport. He was awakened by me rolling him on his stomach and pulling the plug out of his ass. Seconds later, my morning wood was sliding into his pussy again. He groaned, partly from being rudely awakened and partly from me plowing into his abused hole. I wanted to fuck him for a long time, but I really couldn't. My body was still tired but my balls needed to fill my willing victim with an eighth toxic load. I collapsed on his back after the last pulse and was asleep moments later. Even though my cock slipped out while I was snoozing, the position we were in made sure that the cum stayed where it belonged. I woke a few hours later when he pushed me off and crawled out of bed. I heard him pissing and chuckled that he was following my orders from the day before and not pushing out any of my seed. Paul came back to bed and cuddled with me. We kissed and groped for almost an hour. "I'm sorry. I've been a greedy ass most of this weekend. All I was concerned with was getting my own needs met and using you to poz me up" Paul said. "Yeah, I know, but I got something out of it too. I realized that our relationship has changed and you're never going to be my boyfriend again. Occasional fuckbuddy is about it. But... and much more important, I found out that I'm going to be OK. Different, but OK" I replied. There were a few minutes of silence which I broke by saying "I got one more charged load for you and then you're going to have to pay up." Before Paul could say anything, I was between his legs and rolling him back. My cock was at full attention and I quickly stuffed it back into his bruised hole. "FUCK!" he screamed out and I responded with a sinister laugh. My hips thrust in and out, pounding him just as hard as I had on Friday evening. I didn't know where the energy was coming from but it didn't matter. His grunts and groans all hinted at the pain he was enduring and I didn't care. "Just remember... I OWN this ass... It's my bug that you're gonna carry until you die" I growled out as I got closer. The look on his face finally had fear in it and I wasn't sure why it was finally hitting him after a weekend of continuous fucking. "Beg for it" I growled louder. By now, I had him rolled back on his shoulders and was pile driving into him. He was trapped and each thrust was harder than the last. He didn't say anything other than a few whimpers. "Say it!" I yelled. Finally there was a meek "Poz me" coming from his lips. "What? I couldn't hear that!" I growled. I knew one more load probably wouldn't matter, I just wanted to hear him beg one last time. "POZ Me" he said louder. It didn't have any of the confidence from Friday or Saturday. He understood that I was now the one in charge after all these years. He'd unleashed a dominant streak inside me or maybe his was crumbling away. A few more jabs into his wrecked hole were all I had left and they were followed by ropes of my charged seed. It felt good to flood his hole again and feel the warm cum surround my cock inside him. I was drained in more ways than one. I stayed there, staring back at him, watching my sweat drip on to his chest and face. "Stay" I commanded as I pulled out of him and went over to my toy box again. I found an old silicone plug to seal my cum inside for his flight home. While it might have been funny to watch him try and get through security with the metal plug we'd been using all weekend long, I'm sure they'd pull it out and he'd lose some of the precious cum it was holding in. Besides, I wanted to keep the good one. The silicone one was a little thicker than the metal one and Paul definitely felt it going in. My hand gave him a slap on his ass before I roll crawled next to him and said "Now ya gotta give me the last neg load you will ever shoot. I'm beat and might have let it slide since you gave me one Friday, but you wasted your load on the wall yesterday when Marco fucked you." Paul nodded before he rolled over and took his position behind me. He spread my ass apart and drooled some spit over the hole. I felt his cock against my ass ring and he hesitated. After a few moments of nothing happening, I started to push back and he pressed in, breaching my hole on the third try. He plowed his cock in and out and after a few minutes it became a proper fuck. As tentative as he started, he lasted almost thirty minutes, all of it with him behind me. I never flipped on my back, I was either on my knees or stomach. It was just a fuck and he was just a top, like so many other hookups I'd bottomed for. He began to grunt and thrust slowly until he drove in and filled my hole. The load he shot was huge. I guess his balls had plenty of time to reload since the night before. He pulled out a few minutes later and laid next to me, his arm draped over my back and we fell asleep again. The alarm went off and he got up, showered and dressed as I laid on the bed replaying the weekend in my mind. For the first time since Friday night, we had clothes on again. Me in just a pair of sweat pants and him wearing clean jeans and a tee. We hugged and kissed before he walked out the door, heading to the airport. The kiss had little of the passion we used to have, but it showed what our new relationship was. I slapped his butt just like I had done to Marco the night before as he left. While I had feared having sex with him before he arrived, that was pretty much all we did the whole weekend. Now my fear was gone and as I told him, I knew that I was going to be just fine as a poz guy.

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Pozing Rob Once my Dad and Dave had succeeded in loading me up with their poz seed, and I came down with the flu, though it was not the season for it, I knew it was now time for Rob’s conversion. Dad helped me through the sickness, (which was mercifully brief), and, in fact, had ensured it would take by filling my ass with every load he and Dave could get to cum out of their balls. After I recovered, I returned to the dorm and asked Rob if he was really sure he wanted to be Poz. “Dude, this is something that we will share for the rest of our lives. Something we can spread together and pass on. While you have been busy with your two poz daddies, I have been subtly asking around the wrestling team. Everyone in our division is either gay or bi. And not just the five of us freshman either! The two juniors, Jon and Seth, have been fucking each other since their freshman year; and sometimes they bring in a third guy to fuck with them. There are a few others in the other weight classes. Together we are gonna fuck them all, and spread our gift to all of the team. But first, you gotta give it to me. So let’s get naked, and get that poz cum in my ass!” I smiled at Rob as we both quickly stripped and jumped onto the bed we shared. I went to reach for the lube we keep on the stand, to find it missing. “Where’s the lube?” I asked. “No lube. You need to tear me up, gotta make sure it takes.” “Ok, but this might hurt.” “But it is going to be so worth it when we start sharing this around campus, buddy!” With that, I slid Rob’s legs back to expose his hole for my assault. My cock was already rock hard and had starting leaking my now toxic precum. I lined up the head with his tight hole, and looked into his eyes. I could see the want and lust in them as I quickly pushed all seven inches of my cock into his bare hole. He let out a groan of pain, and I saw the tears form at the corners of his eyes. Bu the grabbed my ass and kept pressure on it till I was firmly planted in his ass. I was purposefully rough with him for the initial fuck, drawing all the way out, then plunging quickly back in to his gaping hole. He didn’t want mercy for this fuck, and I was not going to give it to him; I was only going to give him my bug. Soon his groans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. I fucked him for as long as I could, but far too soon I felt my load building to release. A few more thrusts into his neg ass, and I was beyond the point of no return. “Here you go baby, my first poz load, and it is just for you!” With those words, I slammed my entire length into Rob and shot my first known charged load into another guy. It helped to know that he was wanting this from me as much as I was wanting to give it to him. We kissed deeply as my cock shot its charged load deep into his ass, and we kept kissing as my cock slowly deflated, but never got fully soft in his hole. Once I could, I began to fuck him again. My cock growing hard again in his ass, and my balls preparing another charged load to plant in him. We kept kissing all through the second fuck, a more gentile, loving fuck. The first fuck had already torn-up his ass, and made it receptive to the virus flowing in my cum. This fuck was for us, to cement the bond that would be forever with us. We might only be fuck buddies, but we were the best of fuck buddies, we were guys who would share DNA, who would be forever linked through a virus that we shared. All night long my cock stayed in Rob’s hole, never getting completely soft. I lost track of how many times I came in him. All I know was that when morning came, and I finally could cum no more and pulled out of him, the cum that was still on my cock was tinged pink and he was leaking slightly from all the cum in his ass. As we laid there, both basking in the glow of Rob having taken his first poz loads, we chatted a bit, and I asked “So, while I know you just took gallons of my cum, I was wondering if you would take more.” “I will keep taking your cum till I come down with the flu and am converted.” “I was thinking of not just my cum, but also maybe my Dad's cum. Since they converted me, they could help convert you too.” “You want the guys who pozzed you to also fuck me and breed me?” “Yea, I think it would be hot for us all to get together and both of us take their cocks and cum all night.” “You’d be there with me?” “Of course I would be there with you. You are my special friend, we’ll do so much together!” I said then kissed him again. When I broke the kiss he answered, saying "Let's do it." We got up, showered and got ready for classes. That afternoon I called Dad and told him I had bred Rob all night, and that he wanted both my father and Dave also to breed him. Dad was receptive to my proposal, and we scheduled the upcoming weekend for a get-together with Dad, Dave, Rob and me, during which they would fuck our brains out, just to make sure that we were both good and toxic to spread it to the other guys on the wrestling team, who, presumably, would spread it to others.