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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.

Every now and then I like to whore out someone who is willing to completely give up their body to me. You'll spend a weekend being whored out in a city hotel and bathhouse taking loads from any and everyone with no say. You are only there to be useful and used by the guys who want to use your body how they want to use it. You'll take a lot of loads, but if some guy wants you to fuck them you better get hard and give them your load, etc. I've had pure bottoms top for the first time this way and it's always an incredible experience when one pushes past their limits. By the end of the weekend you get on the plane or train leaking cum and go back home. Prefer younger twinks but would consider anyone. Message me if you're interested or know someone who is.

the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.

I'm still kinda buzzed and overwhelmed by it but really needed to share, if anything just to put it down and reassure myself it really happened. I haven't been actively chasing and the whole fetish has, until earlier this year been more of a kink/fantasy than anything else. But with COVID, switching jobs and not really meeting much I stopped taking my PrEP early into the year, there didn't seem any point as I wasn't meeting anyone. So when my last prescription ran out I never bothered getting any more. I told myself I could always get more when things changed. As time went on and restrictions lessened here in the UK I finally started hooking up again. To begin with I asked whoever I met to wear a condom, but it kept putting guys off and the occasions it didn't I remembered why I always played bareback, it just felt wrong and uncomfortable. The third time I hooked up this year it was me who slipped of the condom mid-way through as I needed to feel that raw skin against me. PrEP briefly crossed my mind but it never really became something I wanted to get, plus the questions from the clinic about why I'd stopped would be a pain. I kept having the occasional hook-up, now actively avoiding guys who insisted on condoms as I needed that feeling of bare skin inside me. I didn't ask guys their status and most of the time their profiles on Grindr or BBRT said they were on PrEP or UD. I'd changed mine to just say 'negative'. As I said, I wasn't seeking poz guys, pretty much every guy I met mentioned their status unprompted. Which brings me to today. I had the day off work and while things are again getting more restrictive there are still guys around looking for a no stings fuck, and I'm more than happy to offer that. I had some things to take care of this morning but lounging around this afternoon I was browsing through BBRT and a guy oinked me who was only 2 miles away. He was late 30s, slightly skinny, a little hairy and a bit more hung than average (but by no means some monster cock). His profile had "ask me" for both his status and what he was looking for, but as before I never bought it up. After a little bit of chatting (and getting myself ready) he said he could be round in 45 mins and to be ready in the bedroom (perfect for me, I hate the unnessacary chat). I finished getting ready, slipped into a jock and my harness and had a few shots of vodka to calm my nerves. When he arrived I buzzed him up and left the door to my flat open and dashed back to the bedroom. I hear him striping off in the hallway and he comes into the bedroom in his briefs. A tiny bit heavier than in his pics but plenty of people have put on a few extra pounds lately, he still looks good. The hard bulge of his cock is still visible through his briefs. It doesn't take long before his uncut cock is slipping down my throat and I'm in piggy slut heaven, My nose nestled into his trimmed pubes, his balls slowly slapping against my chin. He's nice and verbal and his encouragement of "yeah, take it all you slut" only makes me want more. As I'm taking a breath he gets me to turn round on my knees and his face is buried in my ass. I'm loving the sensation of his tongue opening up my hole and he's gently sliding a finger back and forth. He pushes a finger inside me exploring, it's soon followed by another. I feel a slight sharpness and gasp, he doesn't say anything and I feel it again. After only a few minutes of this I'm craving more, the animal lust of needing to be fucked is taking over, nothing is going to stop me from feeling him inside me. The vodka has helped loosen the edges on any inhibitions, and while I'm not drunk I'm feeling relaxed ... but so horny. "Please fuck me!" I beg, knowing that he's almost smirking when he hears me say it. "You're neg, right!?" he says. "Yeah, now please give me that cock!" I respond a little too quickly. I don't think anything of his question, I'm aching to feel him inside me, and he's just being cautious to ask. "You sure you want it?" I hear him say as his cock begins to press against my hole, I can feel his pre-cum hot and wet as the pressure increases. I take a hit of my poppers as he say "If you're really sure about it" and my hole gives up the last of it's resistance and stretches over his cock as it eases into me. I'm in heaven, finally having my inner slut sated, he's slowly working his cock into me and it's rubbing against my insides in the most exquisite way. As his pace slowly increases his dirty talk gets filthier, which I love! "Take that dick you sissy faggot!" "Cummon, I want to see you earn this load! This is what you've always wanted!" My jock is to one side and I'm slowly stoking my cock, But the pleasure that's building inside me is in my ass, I don't want to cum anytime soon, not while this guy is working my ass like he is. I'm pushing back against him, arching my back and taking deep hits of poppers. "You want this dirty load don't you slut?!" he yells. I pause mentally for the tiniest fraction, but it's just talk. I've heard guys say all manner of things while fucking. "Tell me you want this hot dirty load you fucking slut!" he almost bellows. "I need that dirty load inside me" I hear myself reply, almost as if it's someone else saying it. There's a miniscule part of my mind that picks up on something, but I couldn't stop now if I had a gun to my head. My orgasm is building and while it would seem impossible his cock feels even harder. "That's right you do, and you're gonna get it!" he says. "You don't care do you whore, you finally getting what you wanted all along!" My brain is barely functioning. I'm running on animal instinct and every cell in my body needs this feeling. The vodka. The poppers. Both have brought down any inhibitions, as waves of pleasure roll through me. I'm aware of what he's saying on some unconscious level but his words are just fuelling my desire. His hands are on my hips and he pulls me closer with every thrust. "You knew this day would happen, you've craved it for so long" the voice at the edge of my mind says, before I realise it's him. "Tell me what you want!". "I want your hot dirty load inside me" I respond, again my voice disconnected from the animal I've become. "Louder!" he shouts. "I want that filthy, dirty load" I yell back, my orgasm rising uncontrollably. "Say it slut!" he almost screams. "I want your dirty poz load inside me!" I scream back in return. Wait, what did I just say? I'm vaguely aware of what I said, but there's no longer a rational thought in my mind. It feels like some force has taken me over. I'm nothing but a slut that needs his seed in me. My orgasm is unstoppable, starting to push forward. "Again!" he roars. "Fuck that hot poz load into my cunt!" I howl in response. "Breed me with your poz load" "I need your dirty cum!" I cry out. My orgasm begins to roll through me, I'm vaguely aware of my pathetic cock spurting out but my hole feels electrified. I feel his cock pulse inside me as he pulls me towards him aggressively.. A warmth spreading through my cunt as my muscles twitch and contract. "Take it you dirty slut" he bellows, his voice gasping as he drives his cock somehow further into me. I feel more pulses inside me as he unloads his gift into me. His cock slides back and forth in my used hole. Finally he lets go of my hips and I collapse forward. His toxic cum sliding out of me as I fall into the bed. I feel both empty and full at once. My mind gradually begins to come back into focus, as I catch my breath. What did I say? I wouldn't have actually said those things.. would I? What did I just do? But my mind is aware of what happened, I know what I said. I hear noises behind me, the sound of jeans being pulled up, trainers slipping on. "Mmmm I do love to leave a cunt sloppy and pink like that" he says. "Maybe that'll take, maybe it won't. But it doesn't matter, you know you'll want it again either way. You'll beg me to come back". I look over my shoulder as he passes through the doorway. "You know where to find me when you want it again" the voice echoes in the hallway. I curl up on the bed, my hand snaking between my legs to feel the wetness of my hole. I bring it up my face to see in the dim light a pink froth on my fingertips. My thoughts race back to the sharpness of his touch as he fingered my hole. I just took a poz load into my torn ass from some stranger I met only hours ago, I began to cry as I curl up on the bed. But part of me knew what I had done, I could have stopped but that part of me wanted this.. no needed this. I hadn't wanted him to stop. I had cum harder than I could ever remember. The tears begin to stop. My mind keeps picturing the moment - his hands holding me, the pure lust of needing his cum. Again I reach back between my legs to feel my still loose hole and the toxic cum that is gradually leaking from me, I slide a finger inside the wetness, not thinking what I'm doing. Rubbing my insides. The tears are drying on my cheeks faster than his seed, still slick, against my thighs. My cock begins to twitch. I hate myself for thinking it, but he was right.... I will want him back.

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

Technically, yes, i was molested. i never remember a time when i ever felt forced to do something, and there was never any violence, not even fun spankings. Just sex. Being everybody's bottom was truly me for as long as i can remember. Always age appropriate stuff, feel good, gentle and lots of encouragement to be sexual, to have sex, with everyone. I totally embraced it, jumped into the deep end, went looking for those looking for sex. Was never bullied. How can you bully someone you cannot embarrass by calling him a faggot and other descriptive descriptions when everybody knows he is whatever it is. So school was as easy as i was. Recently finished two and 1/2 years of therapy (1/week to 1/month) for migraine after it put me in the hospital. Was curious what it would do to my sexual persona. Make me straight? Make me VANILLA! Would porn still turn me on? Would i still want sex? So far, as a result : i no longer needed anger management i no longer drink, way too much, daily. Now dry with no desire to drink alone. I never saw that coming at all. Still have 8+ cases of wine, 6 3L boxes/case, would have been gone by now (purchased shortly before hospital, local store going out of business, Great prices! LOL, And more stuff, too. All good. Including the migraines. Clean for over a year. And as horny and perverted as ever. Thankfully.

Hello everyone! New to this site, and trying to participate, little by little, even though my English is not as good as I wish... This subject catches my whole attention! I´m already in the 50+ box, and at this stage, I don´t even think about having sex with strings attached, because I love having sex just the way it is: pure sex, no feelings involved. Even more, I find it more exciting going to saunas or sex bars than dating via Grinder, A4A, BBRT, you name it. Never tried blindfolded though, and I don´t know if I´m already prepared for that, but willing to try in the near future... For me, sex is like an "all u can eat buffet": the more, the merrier! In a Sauna or sex bar, u pick a little of everything here and there and then go home completely satisfied. When you make a date via apps, you never know if the chemistry is gonna be alright, if the person is gonna show up, or if he's a psycho, in the worst scenario. Via apps o web dating, I´ve been ghosted, I´ve found that after pages and pages of chat the chemistry wasn´t that good as it was supposed to be, and once or twice I saw myself trying to get rid of a potentially dangerous situation. Besides all that, I must admit that I feel more comfortable not knowing who I'm fucking with, total strangers, that is... I enjoy reaching the place, getting nekkid, savoring the anticipation of what expects me once I walk into the sauna/bar, have a beer, and wait for that instant eye to eye contact that makes our bodies shiver, and unleash our passion with tongues, touchings, sucking, fucking, and letting other people participate of what would become at one point in a big full fucking orgy, not knowing or seeing who u r having nasty sex with... That, my friends, is simply paradise to me...

Agreed. I do have one regular fb, and that's great - but compared to the fuckjoints, wellllll .......

Awesome can’t wait to read more

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.

2 As I laid there waiting for the seed inside me to hopefully finds its way to my egg, I thought about how I'd gotten to this moment. I guess I've always known I was destined to be a mother. I never met my own but I naturally had those motherly instincts. At the orphanage growing up, I always wanted to play with the baby dolls while the other boys were roughhousing with trucks and blocks. As puberty hit and I learned about sex, I had no desire to put my penis inside any girls, or boys for that matter. I didn't even like to touch my penis for pleasure, preferring my hole instead. As I discovered porn, I found myself wanting to be the women in them, taking those penises but more importantly those loads of sperm. Being a mother seemed like a fantasy until the day that changed my life. I was scrolling through YouTube and came across a documentary called "The Pregnant Man." I clicked on it thinking it was fictional and it would let my fantasies fly. Instead, I learned the truth that would change my direction in life: some men could be impregnated! It was rare, but possible. Males born with protruding belly buttons (or outies) carried a few eggs inside of an ovary. I reached down to confirm what I already knew and my stomach filled with butterflies: I had an outie! To reach these eggs, the sperm must be inserted deeply and be very potent. In the film, it showed a man in his early 20s (like me) holding his newborn baby. Next to them stood the father, a massive black man with a deep voice who looked like he was seven feet tall. Sadly they didn't show his penis in the film but I could only imagine how large it must be to knock his boy up. When the film finished, I knew what I had to do.

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.)

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

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

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.

Chapter 2 He said it was so much fun he was still craving more He said it was so much fun he was still craving more. I told him that the bath houses in the next town were a fun place to go if he wanted to try again. I told him to think it over and let me know. He called texted me the next morning and said he needed to talk to me. I texted back and said I would be home after 6 and able to talk. He called me right at 6, I wasn’t sure what he was so anxious to talk about. He told me that he really need to get more up his butt and would do anything to get it. I knew then that he was really hooked on the Chemsex. I asked him if he looked at the website on the paper he put in his jeans after the party. He said no that he forgot about it and put his cloths in the wash and the paper was destroyed. I texted him the information and logon details and told him to look. On that site was video clips and pics of what all he got into. It showed him getting booty bumps, slammed, fucked by the Cruel condom on the dildo and how pink it was. It also showed him sucking cock for both cum and piss, taking cocks up the ass including the two cocks with the Bio Hazzard tats on them. All the face parts were blurred out. We did have the originals incase he wanted to see his face in them. He called me back less than an hour later. He said that was hot and wanted it again. I told him in a month but if he wanted to get some action try the baths in the next town. One is clean and pretty much vanilla play. The other has a rep of being sleazy and really wild. I asked the kid if he was keeping the hair off his pubes. He said yes, smooth as a babies bottom. I told him that at either lace if he walked around naked he would get lots of action because he looked like a teenager and guys go for that. I didn’t tell him that in the sleazy one he would be considered only a piece of meat and all the guy would be ripping his ass up. There are guys there that lean toward the molesting side and he would be prime meat. He asked me about drugs. I told him at the upscale one probably not, at the sleazy one drugs are all over the place, trying to avoid them is the trick. I didn’t tell him that at the sleazy one all sorts of STIs and HIV+ unmedicated guys go there. He told me that his girl friend was going to be out of town for a couple weeks and he had a four day weekend coming up. I told him to let me know what he wanted to do.

I was shopping for clothes , jeans , in a store and ran into 1 of my friends that I have had some sex with ! We started chatting and remembering some Good times ! I found a few jeans I liked to try on - went to the dressing both - he also came in with me ! One thing to another - I took off my old jeans and his hands grabbed my dick - started sucking it while in the dressing booth . Soon , his hands started squeezing my ass - fingering my cunt hole - he unzipped his pants - pulled out his cock - started fucking me ! He knew , i was a smoking fucking bottom whore bottom . I could not refused a hard cock ! After he released his cum load up inside me , I was taking my fingers up my wet cunt hole , licking the cum load off my fingers and moments later licking his wet cock off ! It was a true quickie i really needed ! Seems like the more I become a bottom whore - stretching and using my pussy cunt hole - more I can not refuse a cock load - looking for to Pleasing 4 or 5 tops loads !

my loose sloppy fuckhole shows off what a used, overfucked whore I am. the fact that my pussy never fully closes shows men how many huge cocks, fists, dildos and random objects like tools, vegetables and baseball bats have been shoved up my ass. the first time I took a huge cock up my ass without any lube (not even spit) I knew my hole was officially a loose sloppy mess. men often tell me my fuckhole feels just like a real pussy and just a few days ago a guy told me I have the loosest hole he's ever fucked. I love it when a guy looks at my well fucked gaped hole, dripping cum and says you could drive a truck up my ass. my loose hole is a tribute to what a dirty slutty faggotwhore I am. it shows men that I am trash.

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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.