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Last night in some woods near one of Melbourne’s train stations (alamein line for the local players). It was meant to be just a BJ or a safe fuck at best but when i turned up with my freshly lubed arse neither of us has condoms. We start with the BJ but it’s really not working for him so I offer him my other hole, assuring him that I’m clean. I lean against a tree, bend over, pull my shorts down a little and pull my cheeks apart.. his cock finds the mark without hesitation. It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked and it hurts a little but he doesn’t care about that. He’s in a rush obviously and soon gets in to a rhythm which also feels good to me. I ask him how long since he came - 7 days. He asks me if I’m really married, yes. Has asks me if I’m gonna fuck my wife later, yes. And then finally, asks where I’d like him to cum and I say, in me. And with that he picks up the pace and plunges in to me to cum as deep as he can. He leaves it there for a minute of to drain and to let it set. Gawd I love this bit. He then pulls out, pats me on my back, says good bye and walks away. I pull up, analyze and revel in the moist and open feeling that i crave then slowly and carefully walk home. All whilst checking Grindr to see who might want seconds.. 😉

Both are nice in different situations. As an uncut top I can usually find just the right combination of spit, precum, and pressure to enter a very tight hole, but honestly... slipping smoothly into a loose hole with nothing but the last top's cum for lube is one of the reasons to be alive!

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Part 1 I had been chatting on Grindr with this guy on and off for a few months. We have met in person, but we never really hit it off. Different friend groups and all that. Now though, I realize, he probably just thought I was a bit of a downer or not that exciting. Our chats started off innocently enough. I had a blank profile, so did he. My side of the chat was definitely hesitant. I hadn’t partied in a long time and aside from some chatting and looking for dates, Grindr wasn’t really a place for me to get what I thought I needed. Perhaps I didn’t really know what I needed? I am a pretty average guy, slim to medium build, at this time in my life I was in my mid-to-late 20's and I had really starting exploring my sexuality. I also was really stuck in the party scene. I started off innocently enough, a few "accidents" or experiments with drugs my friends offered. It was mostly about dancing and having fun and I didn't buy anything myself. I just took what was offered. Soon though, I was buying. I started buying for the dancing and the time with friends, but then I soon started buying with the intent of bringing some home. Eventually, I was partying a lot, a few nights a week. Poppers didnt help. I was able to be relatively tame for the most part, but often found my inhibitions lowered after a bit of coke or a few hits of poppers. I didnt fuck much on molly or anything else, but I knew It was supposed to be fun. I often tried dating and most friends, family, and colleagues assumed I was pretty innocent. Only a select few friends knew I even partied. For the most part, it felt like I was living a double life. I loved chatting online, but mostly just chatted and never took it any further. Having roommates and being fairly broke didn't help. However, I did my best to push my boundaries intentionally in some places, and unintentionally in others, especially if I was high. As the weeks went on, and if I was drinking, stoned, and using poppers, my messages would open up a bit. He sent a dick pic early on, I shared a shot of me standing and in my jock. It was a Tuesday evening when I fully started to open up. He was horny and I was jerking off before bed. He asked, “You ever like to party?” I told him I did, but that it has been a while. We had chatted a bit, mostly small talk, but not taking the convo too far. However, tonight it escalated quickly and I wasn't sure why or how, but I was enjoying the convo. Him: "I wanna get you high and fuck." This hit all the right buttons for me, but in the end, I was still feeling so much guilt and shame about the double life. Me: "That sounds hot. I'm nervous though." Him: "I understand. Would it help if I showed my face? " I was worried I would need to send my face, so I was hesitant. I also love having an anonymous encounter. In the time it took me to consider it, he sent a face photo. Once I realized who it was, I lost interest a bit. I considered blocking him and moving on, but something kept me slightly interested. The fact that I knew him from my day-to-day life, not just the hook up scene, made it feel like I had a confidant. Someone I could share my interests with. He was a hot guy, tall, dark skin, pretty confident but also a bit goofy and I definitely wondered what he was like in bed, but never explored it further. The dick pic he sent early on in our anon chats was a beautiful one. Large, uncut, wet, and ready to point. But it still felt wrong, after a few minutes, I responded. Me: Hey, yeh we know each other. It is Simon. I assumed this would be buzzkill to the situation, but he just kept on with it. Him: Oh hey, so yeh, do you party? At this point I was pretty horny, so I opened up a bit. Sharing my interests, my fears, but also just my lack of experience in general. He ate it up. Him: Fuck man, I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you after you come home from the bar? We can keep the party going. This sounded really hot. It also lined up with how likely it would be that I would actually entertain the thought of getting fucked up and used late at night, after I had been out partying. I told him I was interested, but that I usually lost my nerve. He didn’t care. He kept on. Him: Message me this weekend when you are out partying. I want to feel the build up. When you leave to go home, send me a message and Ill come meet you. I agreed. We set it up for that Saturday night/Sunday morning. At this point in my life I was partying quite a bit so I wasnt worried about it happening, I was more worried at how likely it was to happen. The rest of the week went by and we didnt chat much. I just nervously went through the week, knowing that I was going to be home alone Saturday and Sunday and the conditions were right for me to get used. Saturday evening arrived. I mostly forgot about our arrangement until the end of the night. I got pretty messed up, using some coke and drinking, but headed home before the bar closed. Maybe I did it intentionally, maybe I just forgot and I was tired and needed to rest. Either way I found myself walking home the 20 minutes to get to my place, in the dead of winter, and opening up Grindr. There were a few messages, mostly just intro chats, but nothing from him. I went to our last message and saw that he was online. I thought about writing him, but just as I opened our chat there was a message from him. Him: “What’s up? Ready to meet up?” I told him I was walking home and I was ready. I was nervous, but also, I was just really ravenous for dick. Him: “where you at? Im just getting in a cab, Ill come get you.” I sent him the address and waited. Minutes later he was there. I hopped in the cap and we headed to my place. We didn’t really talk much, but we both had grindr open and we were messaging each other there. Sitting next to him I could feel my hard on growing and I could see his pants were getting tight. Him: “Fuck man, I am so horny. You have me so curious. I want to cum inside you.” Until this point, we didnt really talk about safe sex or taking any precautions. It was also already too late because I was horny and high. I just wrote back, “fuck yeh”, as the car pulled up outside my apartment. He paid, we got out, and we wordlessly walked inside. I led him to the kitchen and said “help yourself, I will be right back. Just gonna take a shower”. Before I could leave he said, “Wait, take this” and handed me two pills. I swallowed them and jumped in the shower. By the time I got cleaned up, I was rolling hard. My body felt electric. I could hear the sound of porn coming from the kitchen. I came out hard and wet and saw him sitting at the kitchen table cutting up lines of powder while watching porn on his phone. It was anon cumdump style porn. I was electric. “You want some?” He said as he took a rip. I walked over and grabbed the straw and hit a few lines. I was flying. While this was happening he was slapping and kneading my ass cheeks. I was naked in the kitchen and he was fully clothed. I turned around and started walking towards the bedroom. I felt like I was floating and it was hard for me to focus. I turned on my computer, booted up a Treasure Island Media cumdump video, put on a jockstrap and grabbed my poppers and then fell face first into the bed. The volume was up really loud and I could barely see, so the sound of men thrusting into the bottoms on the video mingled with my surroundings. I was feeling great. I felt him come up behind me and I realized he wasn’t clothed anymore. I looked back a bit and saw that his cock was rock hard. He spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down his cock. He looked me in the eye, smiled, and said, “Fuck yeh. You want this dont you? You want to get fucked raw?” I could only whimper in response. He entered me. I was too high at this point to remember much of what happened. Just felt so overwhelmed by it all and I was enjoying myself. The sound of the porn, the feeling of his huge cock inside, and the deep and intense feelings of the party supplies had me in a trance. It went on for a while, but it felt like it was over to soon. I don’t really remember when he got off, but suddenly he pulled out of me. I had enough in me to ask “did you cum?” He gasped, and said, “yeh man. I came like 3 times. You are flooded. I gotta go though, gotta meet friends for brunch.” I realized then that it was morning already. I reached back to feel my hole and it was true, I was deeply flooded. I felt loose. I also still felt so horny. Instead of being completely out of it, I was just horny and buzzing hard. He got up and tucked his softening cock into his briefs, pulled on the rest of his clothes and said, “I gotta jet. I left you a few treats in the kitchen”. With that he slapped my ass and walked away. I was left laying ass up in bed, coming down a bit, but still pretty high. I know I got used, but I wanted more. I walked to the kitchen, used the rest of the treats he left behind, and soon felt ravenous again. The drugs, the poppers, and my cummy hole had me flying. I had fun, but I wasn’t finished. I needed more, but I wanted it anon. I crawled onto my bed and played with myself a bit while looking at other guys. I booted up the usual apps and sites and started cruising. It was early morning and the sun was starting to come up, but I imagined there were probably some guys looking to play. Shortly after I got a message from a profile on Manhunt, an older guy who had a photo of his body in boxer briefs, fairly average looking, but a decent size package. His message was short and sweet. Him: “You looking? Buddy and I are in a hotel looking to play with another guy, bttm preferably”. The next round of treats were causing me some difficulty in responding, but I tried my best. I figured I might as well go right in and be honest. Me: “Yeh. Horny here to get fucked anon.” A few seconds passed. He just replied with the address and room number and told me to come on over. I called a cab and started putting myself together. I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, but I was also struggling a touch. Too horny and high to do anything easily, but I did my best. The cab was there within a few minutes so I pulled on a few clothes, even though I was still wet, some sunglasses, and headed out the door. I managed to pull on a jock strap, some sweatpants, tshirt, a hoodie, and a jacket. As I sat in the cab I tried to think rationally, but I was too warm, horny, and buzzing to feel much else besides lust and hunger for more cock. My clothes felt sticky, maybe from the warmth or maybe from not drying myself off enough. I could feel my cock leaking through the jockstrap and I was fairly sure I was at risk of having a wet spot on the front and back of my sweats. The cabby tried talking to me, but I wasn’t responding much. I just kept refreshing apps. The drive from my place to the downtown hotel wasn’t long, I probably could have walked if I had the awareness or the energy. As the cab started to pull into the hotel, I got another message from the guy off of Manhunt, plus a few other messages from other guys. Hotel guy: “You close? We are pretty horny. Partying a bit here as well, is that cool? How anon do you want it? We can blindfold you?” I couldnt respond much, I just replied “Here. That’s hot. Coming up.” Hotel guy: “Hot. We will wait in the bathroom and you come in and lay down on the bed.” I just wrote back, “Cool. Getting in the elevator.” It didn’t take long. I didnt look at the front desk people, I just floated through the lobby into the elevator. There were a few people hanging about, but mostly I didnt notice. I was too focused on getting to the room before my high wore off. I can get nervous and back out. As soon as the elevator doors started to close I pulled out my poppers and took a bit hit. The elevator moved up, I was headed to the 11th floor, but I only got two floors before it stopped. A family with young kids came in. Where I had taken the hit of poppers, I was reeling. I was so grateful for the sun glasses. I tried to look relaxed and like everything was cool by looking at my phone, but I ended up dropping it. The family said a few words to me but nothing really registered. I bent over to pick up my phone and I felt the strap of my jock pop out of the top of my sweats and show my skin. While bent over, my glasses fell off. Everything was a mess. I scrambled a bit, but as I reached for my phone another hand grabbed it. I looked up and it was what i assumed was the father of the children, who looked me in the eyes as I reached for the phone and we stopped and stared at each other for a second. I started getting hard immediately. It was an awkward moment for me as he looked at me. The elevator stopped and it showed we were on the 10th floor. I heard some noise from who I assumed to be his wife or partner and the kids, and they started shuffling out the door. The other man gave me my phone as the rest walked off, then as they got out he lingered slightly, turned back towards me, and gave me a wink. I felt myself melt. The elevator closed and that was that. Between this floor and the next I pulled myself together as best I could and thought, man, that guy was hot. I wish he was fucking me too. I stepped out of the elevator, rock hard, and when I looked down I could see I was tenting and seeping through. I tucked my dick up into the waistband and opened manhunt to say a message that I was on the floor. No other response, so I decided to head in. I knew what I was getting into somewhat, but I didnt care. I was too high, too focused on getting used, and throwing caution to the wind slightly. I got to the hotel room door, did a final scan for a message, wrote “Im coming in” and opened the door. I wasnt sure what this experience was going to bring, but I was letting go of control. To be continued.

went to a club recently, ended up grinding with this hot lil guy all night. dude loved bears, kept pushing his ass back on my tent and belly. got so rock, fella wanted to blow me for a while in the dark room. the blowjob was great, and he said something along the lines of "I wanna sit on this so bad", to which I started grinding on his hole, skin on skin this time. at this point I'm hard as fuck, knowing I'm about to have some anonymous bareback at a club. he lubed us both up, and oh man I slid into him no problem. dude opened up easy for me, my bare cock stretched his guts until I was balls deep raw in him. we both groaned and bucked together, finally getting to dick down after all that build up, immediately to barebacking didn't last long, we were both so pent up. hammered his hole until I pumped my load deep in him, ended up soaking his guts with that stuff, he was leaking it out all over the dancefloor when we left lol. loved it, anon barebacking drives me nuts.

Like most nights, I was bouncing between different sites trying to find someone to calm the tension winding up inside me, keeping me wide awake. It was always the same thing-bots, weirdos, but mostly tops who wouldn't top (if you could find a top at all). I was tired of half heartedly trying to enjoy someone sucking my dick while waiting for their cock to get inside and trip the switch that so desperately needed tripped. In the last few weeks I'd finally bought myself a cock cage and changed my profile pics to feature it prominently and make my position as clear as possible. But, the message still wasn't getting through. So here I sat in the blue glow of my laptop screen, the pink nub cage dwarfed and engulfed by my swollen balls and a plug firmly in my hole. All dressed up and no one to blow. I popped between windows for yet another tour of the hookup desert while a bareback gangbang squicked away in the corner of the screen. There it was, the "(1)Email" holy grail on BBRTS. There were never many guys on it from my area, but the ones who were tended to be the real deal. My nub twitched as I clicked. It was from OneMaster. I'd seen his profile every now and then, right around my age at 45, tall, hung (according to him-there were no pics unlocked), and a lot of "ask me"s right down the line. Usually I skip past the Ask Me guys, but his blurb kept me alert to his presence: "I'm not the master you will ever want, but I am the ONLY master you will ever need". And that was it. Eighteen words and I was on the hook already. Desperation is a hell of a drug I guess. "What scares you the most?" That was it. And it put me right on my back foot. I was immediately uncomfortable. It was a simple question, but so weirdly out of context on a hook-up site it threw an instant chill right down to my plug. And then that chill began to burn, ever so slightly. "I'm not sure what you mean." "You know exactly what I mean. Answer the question." Was I sweating? Yes. I was. "I'm afraid of going to a hook up and never coming back." The response was "pictures unlocked". I clicked in and saw some very elaborate bondage equipment-like the BMW of bondage equipment. Black, smooth, with stainless steel and leather and potential that made me a little sick inside. Not sure why, but it just did. He was serious about what he did and I hadn't encountered anything close to it before. My throat dried up instantly and apparently all of that moisture leaked straight out of my confined piss slit. "Get up right now and drink as much alcohol as you can stomach. Then, drink some more. I'm sure you also have some sort of benzo hiding in one of your drawers so take some of those too. You decide the dosage. While you're doing this, change into the pink panties you are wearing in your picture, get dressed and order an uber. You are going to take a trip to the bookstore.' "Yes sir" I typed and sent and then quickly followed his instructions. Two ativan, a tumbler of rum chaser, and then into my jeans and a t-shirt. Of course I was already wearing the panties-a lacy pink thong. That's just a given. I'm not a crossdresser per se, but these are my second skin. As I sent the uber request and slipped on my shoes, I felt that rum heat climb my neck. I hadn't eaten since lunch and we were already north of midnight as I poured one more glassful for the road. My nerves were firing hard, but losing the battle quickly. "Text me when you are in a booth and down to just those panties." He left his number and went offline. I took my last swallow and then waited by the door. THE BOOKSTORE I sat on the cool pleather of the bench seat in the booth, goose flesh immediately ran across my body and the push of the plug as my weight came to rest centered me. There was a decent crowd in the corridors tonight, I counted ten or eleven guys slinking around while I swayed back to my favorite spot. As I stared at the sweaty, cum foamed balls slapping a faceless bottom's taint on the screen I texted him. "Here". His response was immediate. "Unlock the door, turn to the bench and bend over at the waist." I was significantly less surefooted than I was just minutes before as I rose and clicked the lock open. The ativan was kicking in and the adrenaline was wearing off. It felt like it took ten minutes to turn away and bend, my hands almost missing the bench as I lurched forward. I'm glad I didn't have anything to focus on because that was well outside my ability from that point on. I'd settled for a moment and the door slowly opened, the spring at the top corner stretching its coppery sound. Then hands. Smooth hands, sliding with just a little less firmness than I'd expected from a man as decisive as someone named OneMaster. I rode the tingling though and waited for where this dance was going to end up. It didn't take much more than a moment for the zipper to sound out and his pants to hit the floor. The hands pulled and turned my head to the waiting, semi-hard cock. It was a good size, probably seven or so inches when it filled completely, and thick. The moments between things began to get edited out as they happened. Hands on my head and then the cock down my throat as though it had been there the entire time and I was just now noticing it. He didn't say a word and was hard and banging away at my face instantly. Then his hand sliding down the cleft of my ass, grabbing the flange of my plug on either side of my thong strap, pulling and twisting and pushing in hard. As I was processing every sensation rushing through every part of me, my phone pinged. At the same instant the cock stopped and held firm in my mouth, taking on that familiar swell. Then it popped. Hard. Cum fired down my throat causing me to hitch just enough for a choking cough to eject a good portion of the load up through my sinuses and straight out my nose. He pulled out and three more solid pumps splattered across my face. I was dazed and gagging and struggling to clear my nose and my eyes enough to get back to my senses. I braced myself and saw the glow on my phone lock screen of the text message. As he pulled up his pants from their pool on the floor I unlocked and saw the message. "Has anyone come in yet to join you?" Now I was confused. He wasn't in the booth with me? I shook my head a bit to focus on texing. "He just finished fucking my face. That wasn't you?" "Oh god no. I'd never go in a place like that. Have him take a picture of you right now, if he hasn't left already." Somehow I managed to communicate what I needed to the guy before he got out the door and he happily snapped a pic before giving me a smart slap on my plug and making his exit. I puzzled at it as I hit send. My face was plastered with cum, my eyes red and glassy, and I looked like I'd been pulled through the fuck bush backwards. As I hit send, I heard "Thanks faggot, you look good with a face full of cum. You should frame that pic for your mother!" and the door slammed shut. A moment after that, my phone pinged again.

------- Chapter 4.3 - Third Time's the Charm? ------- Late Friday morning Ric got a few messages from Ari, asking about his availability the following week. Soon after, there was a message from Rawson telling him how much he was going to like the guy they had paired him up with. He gave Ari a few days and times that worked for him and then asked if they could not to post any more free clips with him in it. "The previous contracts allowed that. They help us sell the product, but I can add that for any future videos you do" Ari replied. "I know, but someone has already identified me from them and I don't want it to hurt my career later" Ric replied. "It's probably too late" Ric thought to himself right away. Ric chatted with Rawson a bit, trying to get some info about the guy and soon had a few pics and a solo video the guy had done. The guy looked cute but wasn't what he was expecting. He was a several years older than Ric, had a full, trimmed beard to go with his chest and stomach fur. Underneath the hair, you could tell the guy was ripped and Ric started to feel self conscious. He had expected another twink about his age but Rawson assured him that the guy was a good bottom that Ric would have a lot of fun with him. "What did you mean about me tagging the last guy?" Ric asked. Rawson laughed. "He's toxic as fuck now. He called up all freaked out, hoping it wouldn't prevent him doing any more videos. He doesn't know who gave it to him, but I do" Rawson replied, chuckling a little afterwards. "His status won't stop him from doing more videos, it's his ability to perform" Ric said. "Exactly. I told him a buddy was looking for someone like him for another video. If he does a good job from now on, he'll be ok. Lots of people know what happened at that session, though, since word travels fast" Rawson replied. There was a pause before Ric said "Oh, I found a fan of yours on my dorm floor. He figured out from those free clips that it was me." "Crap. That was fast. I didn't realize we showed that much of you, we tried to just show below your waist, but we needed the mask too. Is he giving you a hard time?" Rawson asked. "Nah, he's actually been pretty cool about it, but I asked him to keep it quiet. I think he's more excited about knowing someone that's done porn" Ric replied. "Maybe you should bring him along next week and he can meet a few of us. Maybe he'll learn that there are perks to keeping your mouth shut" Rawson said, chuckling. "Is that really ok or are you kidding?" Ric asked. "If he's cute, why not? He just needs to keep out of the way. We're doing two sessions that night, so it won't be as quick as your last two. You can stick around and watch the other scene if you want" Rawson said. Ric wasn't sure and figured he'd ask Will the day of the shoot, so it would sound like he offered but was too late for him to go. Late in the afternoon of the day he was to make the next video, Ric knocked on Will's door and closed it just like Will had the last time with him. "Uh... Would you like to meet Rawson tonight? I have another video to shoot and as long as you're quiet and stay out of the way, you can come watch and meet a few people" Ric said. Will's eyes lit up and he quickly replied "Oh hell yeah. I wouldn't miss that for anything." "Shower and clean out, you never know what might happen on these things. Be ready at 7" Ric said. He shook his head as he walked down the hall, surprised that his plan had backfired so spectacularly. Will knocked on his door just as Ric finished tying his shoes. When Ric opened the door, Will stood there in his usual baggy shorts, but also a tight tee that showed off both hard nipples and his slim physique. They walked downstairs and waited a few minutes for the uber to arrive. "You might have a non-disclosure to sign when you get there. Either way, don't say a fuckin word to anyone about what you see tonight. He hadn't bothered to look up the address Ari had given him and had assumed it was another hotel. The uber drove them into a sleepy subdivision and pulled up to a large, sprawling house. Ric double checked the address and then the two of them got out. They went to the door and were greeted by Ari, who gave Will a quick look and shook his head in disbelief. Once inside, they took care of the paperwork and Ric heard everyone setting up in the background. "I expected a hotel. Why the house?" Ric asked. "Cheaper to be honest. The owner didn't have a problem as long as we only filmed inside and I didn't have to pay off the hotel manager to look the other way. We can do all four shoots in one day and have a different room for each." Ari replied, laughing quietly. "OK, so your scene is in the family room. There's no pretense that you're coming back from a match like the one with Rawson, it's just your wrestling character having some fun with a horny bottom. This is just a sex scene. There's more room this time, so you can move around a lot more, but don't wander too much or the lighting guy might shit bricks. The other actor hasn't gotten here yet, so just relax until we're ready" Ari told Ric. "Oh, and you..." Ari began, pointing at Will. "Quiet as a mouse. Don't say a word unless someone asks you something. If we hear anything from you while we're shooting, you're gonna be out on the curb missing your balls." Will nervously nodded. Ric had never heard Ari get pissed, but this was damn close. Ric went to the kitchen and there were a few trays of snacks laid out and various things to drink. He grabbed a bottle of water and leaned back to watch the cameramen and lighting guy get ready. The other actor showed up and when he had signed all the documents, he came over. "Hey, I'm Anthony. I guess we're going to be doing the next scene. I heard your last one was a bust. Don't worry, I'll be a lot better" the guy said. "You're already more lively than him" Ric joked. "Shame you have to wear that mask, you got a really cute face. No kissing or oral for this scene, I guess" Anthony said, as he kept looking over Ric. Ric chuckled before saying "Yeah, I'm not sure why they got a mask with such a small mouth opening." They talked a little more, finding out what each liked to do. "Yup, power bottom" Ric thought. Ari called out "Fifteen minutes!" and Ric took that as his cue to get into the costume again. He stripped down in the kitchen and Will just stared at him, surprised how comfortable Ric was stripping in front of other guys. The spandex shorts fit nice and tight like before and he held the wrestling mask until they were about to start. Soon everyone was ready and they started recording the scene. Ric felt that the guy and him had a good chemistry and he liked how Anthony begged to get fucked. Ric used his 'lowered' voice a few times and added some Spanish phrases, including a few new ones Mateo had taught him, to demean Anthony's character. The first scene was pretty rough and Anthony got tossed around a lot more than Rawson did in the first shoot. Ric's cock plunged into Anthony's ass, easily stretching it open. One cameraman was even more fixated on Ric's biohazard tattoo and closeups of his cock pounding ass than in the first two video shoots. There was a break and Ric headed over to the kitchen to grab some water and a little snack. He was standing there naked when Rawson walked up. "Your friend is pretty cute. Mind if I fuck him?" "He's an adult. If he's ok with you fucking him, then go for it." Ric replied. Leaning closer, Ric said quietly "He told me that he didn't want to fuck with poz guys though." Rawson smiled back at him and walked away. A minute later, Will walked up. "Do you always fuck like that?" Will asked. "No, but I do what I'm told for things like this. It's not a hallmark movie. Slow and romantic doesn't sell, so I get to wreck a hole and fans buy videos" Ric replied. A second later he asked "Which do you like?" Will chuckled "Something in between." The next session started and Ric dialed it back a bit, being less physical, but he still got rougher at the end until he bred Anthony for the second time of the evening. There was another break and Ric looked around and didn't see either Rawson or Will. "Hehe, Will might be getting a surprise gift" he thought. As soon as he finished off another bottle of water, Ari started the next session. The next fuck went really well and Ric was amazed at how much fun Anthony had turned out to be. Ric knew that Anthony would be feeling this fuck for a while based on the pink tint his cum had dripping out of the well used hole. He laid on the couch, sweaty and tired. Anthony came over and said "Thanks. It was fun working with you. My ass is gonna be sore for a few days, but I like it that way." Ric watched him throw on some sweat pants, a sparkly gold jacket and head towards the door. The lighting guy and cameramen were running around and he assumed they were getting ready for the next shoot. A few minutes later, with everybody gone from the family room, he got up and went to the bathroom in the hall, taking a nice hot shower. Ric walked out of the bathroom, naked with the towel over his shoulder. He heard a lot of noise from his right and looked into each bedroom. In the third room he saw the cameramen videoing another scene. Ric stood in the doorway watching the session take shape. He recognized Rawson's ass and he was obviously fucking a guy. Ric didn't want to interrupt, but he desperately wanted to walk up behind Rawson and shove his cock inside while he fucked the other bottom. Laughing to himself, Ric walked back to the family room, picked up his mask and went back to the bedroom. Part way there, he could hear the bottom now screaming out as whoever was fucking him was drilling him hard. It got quiet again and when Ric got to the doorway again he saw a different guy was starting to pound the bottom. The fuck went for several minutes before there were a few grunts and then loud growl. "Another one bred" Ric thought. As the cameramen reset and the lighting guy adjusted a few things, a guy stood up from a chair nearby. Ric recognized him from other porn videos he'd seen him in. The guy was tall, black and had a huge biohazard tattoo on his back. Ric got a glimpse of the guy's front and saw the long cock swinging as he walked. "The bottom doesn't stand a chance with that dick" Ric thought. Ari came up and asked "Got one more load? Can you do a quick fuck? I think we need one more guy for this. Just fifteen minutes." Ric nodded and Ari ran back toward the bed. The scene started and Ric heard the bottom scream out, over and over. He got pounded and Ric started to feel sorry for the bottom guy. "Take that, Fucker!" the black guy barked out as his body shook. Ric smiled and thought "I hope that bottom knows what he's gotten into." Ari called him over. "He's got 3 loads in him. Try not to push too much out since we want him very sloppy, but everyone knows your character fucks to wreck and poz a hole. He doesn't want his face shown, so just fuck him like the others did with his face in the bed. We're going to wait ten minutes to let his hole close up after the last breeding, so fuck him hard. Some blood is good too. Everyone loved the scene where you knocked up Rawson" Ari told Ric. He nodded and sat back, giving his balls more time to refill. Ric glanced over and the bottom was still on the bed, face down and ass up. Without everyone around him, Ric could get a better view of him. "Hmm, another twink. This should be fun" Ric thought. Ari called out "Ready everyone" moments before the scene started. Ric pulled the mask on and approached the bottom and a camera zoomed in on his cock and tat, like before. He fingered the hole for a second and plowed his cock in. He loved feeling the cum filled hole. As hard as he tried not to, his cock was forcing quite a bit of the jizz out of the bottom's chute. The bottom had his face buried in the bed and all Ric could see was the back of his head, the guy's long hair pulled up into a man-bun, a slender body and a nice looking hairless ass. The bottom wasn't really animated, so Ric started slapping the guy's ass. He responded, but he didn't move as much as Ric wanted. Another slap and it got way better than the "dead fish" guy with the bottom pushing back and working his hole around Ric's hard shaft. Rawson started making comments and then the black guy joined in. "Breed the fucker!" and "Fuck him good" and "Knock him up" and "Mark his ass" and several other comments were yelled out around Ric. It spurred him on and the bottom started working his cock harder too, milking his shaft and wordlessly begging to get filled with more cum. Ric yelled out another series of Spanish expletives before driving his cock in and feeling a half dozen spurts of cum fill the abused chute. After the last throb, he pulled out slowly, watching the cameras capture the cock slowly back away from the tortured hole. The cum dripping from the hole was pink and frothy. Once his cock was several inches away from the battered hole and the second camera had zoomed in on the leaking hole, Ari waited several seconds before he yelled "CUT!" Ric backed up, pulled the mask off and grabbed a towel, mopping his sweat covered face. When he finished, he looked around and Rawson, the black porn star, the second top, who he didn't know, and Will were standing around him. It took a few seconds, but Ric noticed that Will was naked, his hair was pulled back and he looked really sweaty and tired, but there was a big grin on his face. His eyes moved over to the guy he didn't know and spotted the fresh biohazard tat nestled under the fur on his hairy pec. "Thirty minutes, Rawson" Ari yelled out from across the room. Rawson grinned at Ric. "I guess we have a bonus scene for this video. Thanks, guys. I have to clean up for the next one. Hopefully my hole looks like yours soon" Rawson said as he walked away. Ric looked at Will and shook his head, remembering his comment about not wanting to fuck with poz guys. Will had just taken four charged loads on camera for a porn shoot. He didn't say much to Will while they waited for a shower to free up. After he cleaned up, Ric walked over to Ari before they started filming the next scene. Ric nervously asked "Uh... Ari. Can I keep this mask? If I do any more videos, I want to do something different but I'd like this as a memento." "Sure, we got a few of them just in case one rips. Ric, Can you sign this addendum to your contract for the bonus video?" Ari asked. Ric looked over the addendum quickly and then signed it. Ari looked up and stared at Ric a moment. "Did you say 'if'? Are you quitting?" Ari asked softly. "Yeah, I think so. It's been fun. I'll consider another one if you have a great idea, but I don't really want to do more with people recognizing me" Ric replied and walked back over to Will. They went out to the waiting uber and hopped in for the ride back to the dorm. "You know that those guys are poz, right?" Ric asked after they got out of the car. "Yeah, I saw their tattoos after we finished" Will replied. Ric noticed that his voice had no emotion in it. He wasn't scared or freaked out or even excited. They stood in front of the dorm, facing each other. Ric noticed the faint smell of cum in the air and imagined the viral cum running down Will's legs. "I didn't know that you were the bottom for that scene. I bred you too" said Ric. "Cool" Will replied, a smile growing on his face. "You can go over to the clinic in the morning and get treated" Ric told him. "Nah, you seem to be doing ok. Too bad Rawson isn't poz or all four loads would have been" Will said, turning to go inside. "Nine AM tomorrow morning, my room. I'll make sure you get knocked up" Ric said as he followed Will back to the building. (( End of Chapter 4 ))

Chapter 12 Horse said “ Get him ready, And you might as well get the Pig ready “. A couple guys came over the slings and started playing with the victims tied in the slings. The older guy, Pig, was getting the plug wiggled while the guy sucked on his tiny cock. I knew from experience that had to feel great. The guy was moaning, gasping and moving his ass to try to get more up him. The lube was doing it’s job and getting him ready to get destroyed. The other guy had 4 fingers up the Kids ass and was sucking him. The guy stopped long enough to say “ This kid is hard as a rock and leaking precum like a fountain “. Three other guys came over and tied off both arms of the kids and one arm of the Pig. The Looked up a little concerned about that was happening. A guy came over an put a pile to the guys mouth, the guy stared sucking on it before the smoke was ready. He had to be told to wait, once the owl filled with smoke the guy was inhaling deeply and getting his lungs filled. He was told to hold it until he had to exhale. After a couple more times the Pig was ready for his next step. The guys that had tied off the arms came back with alcohol swabs and points. At the same Horse put the head of his cock up against the Kids pussy. He told the kid to take a deep breath and let it out. As the Kid did that he forced the Giand head of his cock unto the kids ass. The Kid started to squeal when someone put a used Jock into his mouth. All the stretching, fucking, cum and drugs could not get him ready for this. His hold was split open and grabbed Horse’s Cock head. Horse said “ Damn, this kid is tight and hot This is going to be fun. At least for me”. At the same time the guy playing with the Pig’s ass pulled out the plug and stared fingering him. The guy said “ This one is tight also, but not for long “. Horse said ‘ Lets get going. Do it”. With that the guys with the slams swabbed the arms and proceeded to push the points into the arms of the Kid and Pig. They got the register done then one nodded and they pushed the Meth into the guys at the same time and pulled off the ties. They pulled the jock from the Pigs mouth. The Pig stared to say “ What the hell is….” That is as far as he got when he started coughing. When he was about done coughing the guy started pushing his Fist into the Pig’s ass. The Pig was rushing when the guy that just slammed him started rocking the sling this action helped force the fist into the Pigs ass. The pig stared to scream but nothing came out of his mouth as the Fist disappeared into the guys ass. He was rushing and riding that fist like he was born to do it. At the same time the Kid was coughing and mumbling. His cock was at attention and dipping. It was bouncing to the kids heart beat. Horse was steadily pushing his monstrous cock up the kids ass. He was a few inches in and pulled back. Horse pushed forward and one of the guys pushed the sling toward Horse. Is cock went well over half way into the Kids ass. Horse said “ Man, this Kids ass is tight but it is milking my cock to get more in him “. He wiggled around and asked the Kid “ Are you ready to get all of a real man up our cunt ?”. The kid was out of it but managed to say “ Yes. Do it”. With that Horse pulled halfway out and pushed forward. At the same time one of the guys pushed the sling and Horse went balls deep in the kid. The Kids eyes sprang open and he squealed like a little girl loosing her virginity. Until then I never thought the Kid would be able to take all this in him. Horse stared working back and forth, he said “ Only 2 guys have been able to take it all in this deep and I think I can get the root wedged in this Kid”. He kept working in and going into different angles. The kid was in seventh Heaven with this. I noticed something that I have never scene before, When Horse pushed in the kid, you could actually see movement in the kids stomach. It was Horse’s cock pushing the Kids guts around. I wasn’t the only one that saw this. On the other side of the room this must have been to much for one guy, he was getting sucked by another and he said “ Fuck, I’m cumming “. With that he Pulled the guy’s head to his crotch and basically skull fucked him. The guy was choking and gaging him. You could hear the guy trying to swallow everything that was going in his mouth. Horse looked over to the Pig and asked him if he had the Pig ready, The guy said “ All ready for you”. With that Horse yanked his cock out of the Kids swollen gapping ass.

Well had a day off yesterday and decided I needed to be fucked so went online to see if I could find a lad or two that would do me bb Ended up chatting to a lad from a couple …both in to top topping younger lads …bit of horny chat and I headed over to their place …was well excited they said they were well both hung in their 40s bears ..they had asked me if id take it bare and if I was on prep , I said yes to both but haven’t sorted my prep out again (I do keep meaning to) He said that he and his BF was poz but undetectable if I was cool with that Any how …I turn up and they are both just in Ts and boxers ..could barely get my coat off an one of them had his tongue down my throat (ace kisser) …I was hard an wet in no seconds flat As im snogging his BF is stripping me…id kicked off my trainers and he was taking my belt off and getting a feel of me standing behind me …kissing my neck wanking me playing with my wet foreskin. They backed off and let me get naked …they were hard and ready to go …and now naked too Dragged me in to the bed room and asked if I was still up for shagging bareback with two older blokes …I was like fuck yeah 😜 both must have been 8 to 9 inch one thick and straight one thinner with a curve that put his cock head in his belly button 😜 Had me on all fours sucking the thick cock …I was loving that …the other bloke wast eating my hole …could feel his beard on my arse …he wasn’t holding back and was really eating me out …fucking lush. Then he’s lubing my hole pushing his fingers in …fucking heaven …he then starts to rub his cock on my hole …im well in to swallowing his bfs cock …when he leans down as asks again “gonna take I bare baby boy ?” I come of his bfs cock long enough to say “yeah fuck me…please” …he said “good boy …going to enjoy you” Felt his fat cock head slowly press in to me and he BF holds poppers under my nose …those first few inches were a tight fit but then he was in …got balls deep and stopped letting me get used to his size. Im snogging and sucking daddy bear 2 while daddy bear 1 is fucking my hole …im fucking amazed at how he’s doing me …id expected it to hurt …but god he was good …asking if I liked his bare cock. They had me get on my back and 1 pulled out so 2 to have a go on me hole …he fingered me awhile more cold lube …his BF 1 had my mouth full of his cock and balls …felt cold fingers in me and felt like I was fucking flying …prob the poppers …then his thick cock slowly slid in …never felt so full lol 2 fucked me hard and deep …saying he loved my arse …and “you love two dirty daddies fucking you don’t you ?” I was streaming pre-cum and dribbling cum too as he bounced off my prostate …then he went deep and stiff and shot balls deep in me …”fuck lad that was good”…he bent over and snowed me BF1 then took his place and as they swapped I felt cum dribble out of me …he scooped it up and lubed his cock with it and slid in …he fucked me so hard I had to ask him to back off …then “oh baby boy…im going to get you pregnant” blows his load deep and fucks it hard in a few times… I couldn’t hold back any more and shoot my load …first jet on my face , then chest and belly …daddy 1 still balls deep in me licks the cum off my face and snogs me. So fucking good defo going back

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------- 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."

My cunt is very sloppy. I am into fisting as well. I am i fist bottom since I was 18. Have been fisted soooo many times. Unfortunately I cannot feel dicks that well anymore. Unless I had a few fist sessions during the day. The evening is the best, because than I can feel dicks. The feeling of having a bare cock raping my cunt is the best feeling ever.

To @EuRawBottom @Opensesame @tallslenderguy Thank you guys for your feedback and suggestions, I really appreciate it! Sorry to answer all of you in just one message, but as you may know, as a participant I’m only entitled to 3 posts max every 24 hours. @EuRawBottom For starters, your scene at Reds blew me away!!! That´s my dream!! Nice way to put in images what I want when I say that I´d like being a little bit more of a top… As you said (and I quote you) “Some of the best memories are orgies where almost everyone takes and gives with equal pleasure”, and that’s my goal: give and take cock and pleasure in the same way, especially if given the chance of flip flop… Changing a little bit the subject, I envy you for living in Gran Canaria, my favorite Disney(pig)world!!! I used to stay at The Basement, which is the perfect spot for two reasons: 1- during the day is like living in a bathhouse, and 2- at night, you don´t even have to walk 5 minutes to any sex bar, inside or outside the Yumbo… I remember The Cellar (now gone) as my favorite spot... ahh… memories! Enjoy my dreamland... I wanna hear more stories like last Wednesday's... @Opensesame I don´t know if such a thing as a subconscious panic attack, but I totally agree with you on the anxiety factor, because even as a top or bottom (but especially as a top) my major concern is to give most pleasure and make sure that my sexual partners are having the time of their lives, because that makes me hornier, pushing my limits… Practicing breathing + meditation exercises on a daily basis is a great suggestion, thank you! @tallslenderguy Thank you for the link to the article published by Boston University, very interesting indeed! Regarding your “speculations” (loved that term!): actually, since I´m not suffering an erectile dysfunction condition, I am perfectly capable of maintaining an erection, be it when aroused, be it while being fucked or jerking off, and (thank God!) when -still- experiencing those wonderful “in the middle of the night” + early morning boners: I feel blessed! Therefore, vascular disease is out of the question (due to the reasons above mentioned), and because every year my doctor checks my vascular system and my testosterone levels, among A LOT of many other things as PSA, prostate ultrasound scan, cholesterol, and all those other “wonderful guests” that may begin to show up from your 50th birthday party on… I agree more with you on the idea of the mental side of this issue: probably I should focus on topping to strengthen those brain pathways, as you say, but without any pressure or anxiety on the side, just for the fun of it. On the other hand, maybe I should consider that probably I´m meant to be a total bottom (which I enjoy like the real pig that I am!), and being a top is just a fantasy that I force to be real, which could be the reason why my dick remains insensitive during penetration… Thanks for your rapport guys! PS- Maybe not proper, but speaking of the devil: for the record, this is my flag at full mast... Works properly, but has a life of its own when I decide to top... Any shrink on premises?.. 😆😆😆

For the last month or so I've been getting bred several times a week by a regular hot latin guy. He broke it all off a couple of days ago so that pretty much sucked (and not in a good way). Since I had the day off I decided to go on the sites and be wreckless and take the first offer that came. Got a message on scruff from a couple wanting a 3rd to play with. No face pics and they were in their late 50's. Wanted a bottom for "light bdsm and holes to use". I said fuck it to myself and made plans. Got there around 12:30. They answered the door wearing harnesses and nothing else. Both were in pretty good shape and the leather is a huge turn on. Definitely seemed like nice guys. The more dominant one led me to their bedroom which they had converted into a mini play room which had a fuckbench, bed with rubber sheet, and all kinds of restraints and toys. Definitely was the opposite of "light bondage". I stripped leaving only my jock and asked if they could put a thick leather collar and leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me. I agreed and then they asked if i minded being tied up. I barely knew them but felt like being piggy so I let them. They tied me down on the bench and got to work. Started sucking the one in front of me while the other started rimming my hole. The one I was sucking had a pretty hot uncut cock, around 7". The other guy then moved on to some toys to open my hole. Then they switched places and the guy I was sucking started fucking me and I sucked the other one who was definitely a grower not shower. He was pretty thick, cut, and maybe 7.5". The guy fucking me was starting to pound and the other was throat fucking me to the point of gagging. They were definitely getting off on that. They then switched off again, and the thick guy stretched my hole open and fucked me pretty hard. Didn't last long and shot in my hole. untied me from the bench and then tied me face down on the bed and put a blindfold on me. The other guy then got on top of me and fucked me again getting super deep. He liked grabbing the collar and choking while he pounded which made me cum on the bed. After what seemed like a half hour he started to tense up and drive deep and came. Pulled out and moved in front of me to clean him off. The other guy put a rather large plug in my hole and they left the room leaving me in a puddle of sweat and my own cum. After laying there for about 20 minutes I started to get a little nervous since I had no idea what was next. They came back a few minutes later and pulled the plug out. Felt one of them start fucking my hole with a bigger toy. It was a little hard to take but finally opened up. He continued using a couple of increasing larger toys. He stopped and said my sloppy cunt was ready for round two. Which was a repeat of spit roasting me and switching. Went on for another hour until they both came in me again. Was shaking a little when they untied me, took the collar and cuffs off, told me to get dressed. I did and they both thanked me and I left. Sat in my car for a minute before driving home to calm down. Soon as I got home, I put my plug in and now still hard and horny for more.

i think this is a great topic for discussion!! Thanks for posting it Breedingandseeding. Pretty much my only boundary is the person has to be "Top," or in top mode/state of being if versatile. i don't want mechanical sex, i want to connect with the person, even in a hook up situation. i look for a symbiosis of connection, fulfilling mutual need/desire, and i'm not sure i could separate that from the sex. Anything else to me would just be masturabation, solo self manipulation. If a versatile guy contacts me and says he wants to get together, that always requires discussion and a vetting process on my part. If i get any sense at all that he is not in full on top mode, just needing/wanting to penetrate another guy, without need of being penetrated, then i politely refuse. Even when i am with a versatile guy who just penetrates me, i sometimes get the feeling he is not satisfied or fulfilled, and i hate when a man i am with is disappointed. I'd rather go without than have sex with a man where he is left unfulfilled or disappointed. i've even gone as far as trying to find him a better match than me, so he can get what he really needs/wants. i won't 'role play' either. For me, that is pretending, for one to be something they are not. Who an how i am is real to me, not role play. i HATE quid pro quo when it comes to sex. To me, that demeans and denies the power and realness of who and what we are and the connection and bond that can be had. If there is a 'sin against nature,' to me, that would be it lol. Again, this is all just me, i'm not making universal rules for everyone, this is just how i am wired. A Man's lust/need to penetrate, inseminate, impregnate Himself into a receptive male is key to opening me to all of those parts in Him, whether it is in ltr or bending over anonymously in a dark room.

"Its Cumplay of course." Michael laughed, with his ever so horny grin. "Master the art of cumplay, and you will always be loved by pig poz tops. "Sure thing, lets get started then!" I replied, still high on poppers. Michael and Peter was eager to use me, that was easy to tell. They were looking at each other, smiling, and sticking their tongue out. Peter explained the jar of cum and the condoms: "Last weekend Michael was out of town for work. So I hosted a gangbang of myself here, on this very bed. I had guys coming all weekend, I was ready at all times. Of course, like you will soon, I didnt care what the tops wanted. If they wanted a long pounding of my hole - they pound my ass for an hour. If they wanted anon pump and dump - they get to do that. The important thing is for me to please the top. Its my purpose. Only thing annoying is the stupid cowards wanting to play safe with condoms. I really hate those. But every seond they fuck me with condom on, I think of all the fun stuff I can do with it afterwards, so I accepte them still. The condoms I left as they were, while I pushed out the cum from my ass every now and then collecting it in the jar." Michael added: "I had no idea he did this, but when I arrived home monday afternoon, looking for frozen fruit mix in the freezer, I quickly recognized the jar and condoms in the corner. So we talked a bit, and decided to look for a new whore. And voilà, here you are, slut!" I was just smiling. THis turned me on so fucking much. All the cocks, the men, the chests, the cum, the sweat. Wow. The poppers was going down, so I pointed at the bottle in Peters hand. "Fuck yeah, whore, you got the taste of the good life!" he said, and made me hit, hold and release. I was incredibly horny and ready for fun! My hole was still gaping after Peters huge black cock. Michael and peter took a hit of poppers for themselves, and turned into two fucking sex beasts. Wildly moving around, eating my ass, preparing it, spitting at my hole, fingering it, spitting in my mouth and to each other, flexing their muscles. Michael took the syringe, sucked up some of the cum from the jar. Peter adjusted my position, forced my legs and ass up, bending at my neck and back (of course all pigs reading this will know this from their own experience..) Michael placed the syringe over my hole, he didnt need to put it inside, cause my hole was open. He pushed, and a thick flow of white, toxic poz cum flowed down into my hole. I felt the gentle cool inside my hole build up. It was amazing to have all this unknown cum inside me. I loved it. "Now, ready for my big black poz cock again!" Peter said, and without further warning, he pushed all of heas meat inside me.

Chapter 11 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. The guy with the pipe drew a big hit off the pipe then went down and shotguned it into the kids mouth. I didn’t know if the kid was ready for this or not. The kid struggled at first then seemed to melt into it. The kid blew it out and the guy did it again, this time the kid seems to enjoy it. After the Kid exhaled the second shotgun the guy put the pipe into the Kids mouth and he took what looked like a big hit off the glass pipe. The guy bent down and was about an inch or so from the kids mouth. The Kid reached up with his head and shotguned the smoke into the guys mouth. After the guy exhaled he started kissing this kid in earnest. Thay were making out in front of everyone.. The guy was pinching the kids nipples an the kid was moaning. It had already been a few hours and the Kid was no where near ready to quit. IN fact he was ramping up for more. He had no idea how much more he was going to get. The guy that was bent over had gotten another load and he was so spun that he was saying “ I need more in my cunt. I want plowed out all night “. The lead him to the other sling and got him settled into it. Someone came up with a couple straps and tied his arms to the chains near his arms. Could see his ass puckering and working as if he had something in him. The uy with the glass pipe came over and started the same as he did with the Kid, In no time the Bi guy with the family was sucking the smoke out of the other guys mouth like his life depended on it. Bout that time Horse came in. He looked around and saw the 2 guys tied in the slings. He waked over to the Kid and said “ Nice young piece of meat for me to break”. He asked the Kid “ Are you ready to submit and get or cunt ripped open and stuffed? Maybe Fly like an Eagle? “ The Kid said “ Yes sir. Please help me “. He walked over the Bi Guy and asked “ Are you ready to go into orbit Pig? “ At first the guy didn’t answer so Horse put 2 big callused finger up the guy and twisted them. At the same time he pinched they tiny cock the guy had. He immediately said “ Yes, send me there. PLEASE! “ With that one of the guys took a nice size butt plug and got out some special lube. I know this lube, it is heavily laced with Tina and will burn like hell an the warm the receiver nicely, and get him spun. The guy put a generous amount on the plug and a glob on the guys asshole. Then he pushed the plug up the guys torn ass. The guy stared to yell and about that time a guy stuffed a cock in the guys mouth. In no time the Bi guy was sucking on that cock. Horse walked over the[A1] Kid and stared playing with his ass and cock. He asked if he had anything yet and they assured him he had some but they weren’t sure how much. I spoke up and said he had at least a .3 and maybe more before he came down here. One guy said he pushed a small shard up him and he had been making clouds some. Horse said “ Get him ready, And you might as well get the Pig ready “. Horse had a cock of epic proportions. It was hanging down over almost to his knee and was as big around as a beer can. His balls and sack were equally impressive, they looked to be more than a hand full and you cold see his sack was filled with baby makers. I heard that a guy tried to drink all the cum out of him and almost choked to death on the huge amount. Horse said “ Get the Kid ready, And you might as well get the Pig ready “.

Part 38 - White Christmas His thought of driving their love making was rudely changed with Max pushing Alex over on to his back giggling. Resigning to the face that his boyfriend was taking control. His cock glided between the soft firm cheeks of his arse, each stroke massaging the precum making his movements effortless. Max gripped hold of Alex's arse lifting it up just enough to allow his cock to find the warmth of the entrance to his prince. Alex smiled his mouth slightly open, his eyes grew wider feeling his official boyfriend penetrating inside him. Overwhelmed with loved he felt no pain with his arse lowering back until he could go not further with Max deep inside him. Alex leaned forward and kissed him with a delicacy that exuded passion on his lips and revelling in the movements from the slow deep penetrating thrusts, nothing about it was erratic or desperate. Instead Alex felt like he had finally found himself complete, a sensuality prevailed as he looked in to the eyes staring down at him. Fixed on each other completely in love, words simply couldn't put together to express their feelings. Two people passionate for each other, both having their lives changed in one way or another for ever, happy and confident knowing their choice was right. Max leaned down again kissing him slowly, his legs rising, his arms circled around Max's body holding him perfectly still as he gyrated and thrusted ever more gently. Alex continued kissing his boyfriend and pushing his arse back to meet Max's cock, every minute that passed saw Alex moan in to his mouth as he slowly increased the speed in his hips. Moving in time with each other as time passed midnight and Max's arms tightened around Alex, he felt every change in Max's body as his climax reached closer and closer. His cock maintained the rhythm perfectly, Alex's hands punched into a fist grabbing the sheet completely losing himself in the moment briefly before he placed them above and around Max's head holding him still, he needed to kiss him deeper. Max slipped one hand down to Alex's arse cheek grabbing it gently and pushing it down and thrusting his pelvis up in one sharp movement, his balls aching from the force of his orgasm. His cock pulsing inside his prince as his passion and love flowed out. Alex bit at his neck moaning softly then louder then softly again, his cock rubbing between their stomachs erupted and his arse pushed back harder against Max's cock. He now sought Alex's mouth and kissed him enjoying the thrill of each others sexual peek. His legs gripped around Max's waist rolling him over on to his back where Alex sat upright still impaled on his boyfriends cock, something so different just happened between them that sent what he could only describe a warm fuzzy feeling through his body. Max laid there quietly looking up at Alex and stroking his arse with a sensual smile on his face, a look Alex had never seen before that made him love him even more if that was at all possible. Max gave a gentle pinch of Alex's arse "Wow!" he exclaimed unable to find the words. Alex smiled running his hand over Max's chest "Glad you knew what to say!" he remarked. "You felt it too?" Max asked softly and Alex nodded, "Incredible Alex" he mumbled. Noticing the time he leaned forward and kissed Max "Happy Christmas boyfriend!" he said. Max smiled "Happy Christmas boyfriend, and what a present I got!" he replied. Falling in to each others arms they kissed and rolled around in bed after Max had finally let Alex off his cock. A real sense of calmness in his body for once, finally being with Alex was everything and all that mattered now, forgetting that his life was changing they were both zoned in to each other. In the east wing of the palace a contrast played out in the private rooms of Prince Alden's protection officer. Nick had Tom where he wanted, wearing the footman down with his teasing until Tom practically begged to be fucked to hell and back, wriggling his arse to get at Nick's cock until he finally speared the footman. Swooping down in one move his cock penetrated stretching the hole open until in engulfed the head and shaft. Tom tried to lock his legs around the protection officer's waist to hold him in position but he was too slow and his toes curled in on themselves as Nick drew back and slammed his cock in again, his legs trembled and he cried out in unashamed pleasure. His body craving to be taken aggressively at Nick's mercy, how he felt like that he had no idea. All he knew was that this man could do anything to him and he would enjoy it. The teasing didn't stop as Nick drew back again until the head of his cock was just inside nudging away whilst he looked down watching the desperation in Tom's eyes, his body had the appearance of trembling anticipation. Giving him just enough of the shaft to make him moan before pulling back again and teasing his hole again. The sloppy sloshing sound from the huge quantity of precum around his hole making the movements so slick and easy that his cock slipped in deep up to his balls. Nick thrusted forward hard and lowered his body having got Tom pinned down in a missionary position. He kissed Tom with force as his hips began hard rapid thrusts smashing in to Tom's arse and getting as deep as he could physically go, his hand holding the top of Tom's head to stop his body moving up the bed and taking the full force of his aggressive fucking. Any time Nick slowed down Tom slapped him hard on the arse resulting in some punishing thrusts and grinds and angry kissing and biting. Their bodies drenched in sweat as Nick took his time and held off as long as he could, he loved sex with Tom and wanted it to last for as long as he could painfully hold back. The minutes flying past until Nick realised that Tom was beaten and couldn't take the fucking much longer. Raising Tom's head he slipped his arms around his neck holding Tom close to the side of his face, he softly kissed him on the cheek and finished off with a gentle fucking until Nick climaxed letting out a loud groan his body pushed forward keeping hold of Tom, his cock deep inside flooded the footman with his largest load yet after all the edging he had done. Even with his feet crossed over each other holding Nick in place his toes curled feeling the throbbing penis in his arse. Their faces covered in sweat holding on to each other tightly then rolling on their side still attached. The comfort of his body his arms soon had Nick drifting off to sleep. Tom laid there watching him for several minutes, his cock might have been soft but it was still large enough to stay lodged inside him. Knowing if he moved Nick would wake up, instead he settled down making himself comfortable as best he could in those muscular arms, a point that wasn't hard to do as far as he was concerned. He had gained more confident in Nick's presence watching the guy he could quite happily have a romantic involvement with him, despite the age gap that existed and Nick making it clear he wasn't looking for love or a boyfriend. It caught Tom by surprise thinking that way, he had never thought about boyfriends or being with someone. He was enjoying himself way too much to consider that. He wondered if these new strange thoughts he was having was a result of Marty now that he had Josh, Alex now had Max and Francis had Jackson. All around him gay couples were existing and it seriously gave him something to think about and put his entire life in to perspective. Putting all that aside he definitely didn't feel any romantic tendency towards Nick, he liked the sex and how Nick kept him on his toes never knowing what to expect. Certainly moving here was the last thing he had ever expected or to end up in bed with this hot protection officer, chuckling away and staring at Nick were his last thoughts as tiredness took over. Max rolled over and opened his eyes looking up at Alex who was sat crossed legged drinking coffee and watching him. Hs eyes slowly focusing and he giggled noticing Alex was naked apart from a Santa hat he was wearing this morning. "What time is it?" Max asked rubbing his eyes and sitting up. Alex leant forward and kissed him "9am and we have a busy day" he said handing Max his coffee. "Thanks" Max said taking a sip and licking his lips, "It's Christmas how can it be busy?". Alex put a Santa hat on Max "That's better" he said taking the cup from Max. Alex placed the cup on the bedside table then turned grinning at Max and grabbing his legs. Max laughed suddenly wide awake as Alex pushed his legs apart then kissed each one moving higher and closer to Max's cock that was already hard from his morning erection. Alex leant over and kissed him deeply whilst easing Max's legs up in to missionary position and working his cock until he found what he was looking for. Slowly he penetrated looking down at Max, his eyes full of love. Max pulled him down wrapping his arms around Alex and kissing him madly throughout the slow love making his boyfriend and prince performed on him. It was the wicked way he smiled down at Max as his orgasm breached the threshold and he collapsed on to top of Max being engulfed by his arms riding their sexual pleasure. Slowly Alex's body stopped shuddering from the his orgasm and he softly kissed him, both glistening with sweat when Max's video call on his phone started ringing. Alex sat up handing the phone to Max and carefully removing his cock. "You better answer that" Alex said reaching for the cup of coffee and taking a gulp. Max looked at the scree seeing it was Gareth, it too a few seconds to connect "Happy Christmas!" Max said. "Happy Christmas Maxy and what are you wearing?" Gareth asked laughing away at him, "You not up yet?". Max smiled "Just had wake up sex and I am in the Christmas spirit!" he exclaimed as Gareth laughed again. "With whom? I just spoke with your parents, where are you?" Gareth asked firing questions to him rapidly. Max looked at Alex who nodded "You must promise to keep this quiet!" Max remarked and Gareth nodded. "Hi!" Alex said coming in to view, "Happy Christmas Gareth". "No way!" Gareth shouted excitedly, "Are you together? Are you an item now?" he asked firing more questions. Gareth was stunned at the sudden appearance of Prince Alexander and beyond happy that Max had finally had some sense knocked in to him. But this was the last place he expected to find his best friend on Christmas day. They had a quick conversation and Max told him he was coming home on the 30th and would tell him everything then. Gareth took a stern tone and told Max to call his parents as they hadn't heard from him for a couple of days now. After hanging up Max video called his mother who didn't seem at all shocked that he had sorted himself out at last. Alex went to the bathroom during the call so he could have some privacy talking to his parents. "When are you coming home then?" Stephanie asked. "On the 30th, I may be bringing some people with me though" Max replied. Stephanie nodded "Well we have plenty of room just let me know. You are here for new year then?". "Yes for a few days I think" Max replied looking unsure. Lawrence appeared in the view "Well? Is it going well?" he asked. Max nodded "I believe so, we can talk more when I get home" he said but he could already see the look in his fathers face. Max knew exactly what his father was thinking "You are moving there aren't you?" Lawrence remarked. "Yes, everything has happened so quickly and they have invited me to stay" Max confirmed. Stephanie looked at Lawrence "Sam will be upset" she said. "Where is he?" Max asked, "Upstairs on his gaming console?" he asked and they nodded. "He won't admit he is missing you. We haven't told him anything yet" his mother advised. "Probably for the best at the moment" Max agreed with a concerned look on his face. Lawrence nodded "Well enjoy your Christmas and we will see you on the 30th" he said. Max hung up as Alex poked his head around the door "Invite them all over for my party" he said. "My parents?" Max asked getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom. "Yes and Gareth, what about your other friend, Louis?" Alex asked. Max laughed "He is in Canada skiing" he said pausing, "There is my brother, can't leave him at home". "Brother?" Alex asked turning to look at Max, "Older, younger?" he asked surprised by this news. "Younger, he is only seventeen and a real teenage brat!" Max replied, "But I Love him though". Alex looked at him "Gobby little shit of a brother" Max added then laughed. "Can't wait to meet him!" Alex exclaimed grinning madly and kissing Max. "You might regret that!" Max said slapping Alex gently on the arse. Max walked in to the shower "Lets talk with my parents I am sure they can stay here" Alex said. They walked down to the family dining room where all the family had already gathered and noisily enjoying breakfast. Max again noticing the footmen addressing him as Sir and bowing their head as he walked behind Alex and waited to see what protocol Alex was taking and he stood a few meters from the table 'Good morning your majesties, your highnesses' he said bowing his head so Max followed his lead then they sat down. Half expecting it be like a normal day Max soon found his feet as they all wished each other a happy Christmas and chatted loudly, laughing and talking about the wrestling match the day before and ribbing Max on his poor performance. The king and queen stood to adjourn to the formal lounge reminding everyone that present swap was at 11am sharp and lunch at 2pm. After breakfast Alex and Max walked in to the formal lounge and joined the king and queen for coffee, they were both happy to have Max's parents and friend stay at the palace insisting they stay in the residence side and not the formal side where other guests and diplomats would be staying. It was yet another affirmation of Max being welcomed in to the family with open arms. Max strolled over to the windows and sat on the chaise over looking the snow blanketed ground, snow was still falling lightly but steady. "Pretty at this time of year" the queen said standing by Max, "How are you settling in?" she asked. Max was about to stand but she waved him to remain seated "Slowly. Scared to touch anything in case I break it". The queen laughed "Exactly how I felt. Max if you need anything you only have to ask" she said kindly. Max nodded "Thank you. Been years since I saw a white Christmas like this". The queen sat next to him "You know we always use to have snowball fight Christmas day" she remembered fondly. "Really!" Max remarked looking at her, "So what changed?" he asked. The queen smiled "The boys grew up Max. I guess they sort of grew out of it" she replied. Max chuckled "I bet they haven't you know!" he said glancing mischievously at her. "Well... I suppose we could do present swap after lunch" she said standing. Max watched as she walked over to the fireplace and pulled the call bell and asked the footman to find Jackson before returning to join Max on the chaise. "You do realise it will be royalty against household. That is if anyone turns up" the queen told him. Max smiled "Good, then I can get back at Liam and Franco for yesterday! he said smugly. "You majesty, sir" Jackson said, "You wished to see me?" he asked. The queen stood "Summon your men Jackson. 11am our the front and dressed for war!" she said wagging her finger. Jackson laughed "I have heard about these notorious fights" he replied bowing his head. He turned to leave "Jackson!" the queen called after him, "Be prepared!" she said laughing. Alex walked over "What is going on?" he asked as Alden walked over wondering what was happening. Max smirked "The snowball fight is back!" the queen said rubbing her hands, "Right dressing time". Alex and Alden whooped "Come on Max warm clothes" Alex said grabbing his hand and running out. Tom was walking past the formal lounge in the hurry "Your highnesses, sir" he said bowing. Alden walked up to him "Where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked. "To get ready to take you down!" Tom replied, "You are all going down!" he laughed walking off. "You better be ready Tom!" Alden called out after him. Many of the household remembered the annual snowball fight and in the their droves they piled out on the expansive snow covered lawn at the front of the palace. Marty and Josh even came up from the mews as word got back quickly and they were summoned to fight. The king recognising a wrapped up Josh commanded him to be on the royals side. A scene that hadn't been around for five years unfolded as the royals, Max, Josh and senior household staff stood at one side of the grounds at the front of the palace. Household staff and security faced opposite them some twenty meters away. Snowballs then suddenly started filling the air. Several tourists still out and about standing at the gates filmed the fight without realising that the entire royal family were there wrapped up in winter clothes. Roars of laughter filled the air and the amount of snowballs flying in the air increased. Liam was focused on getting Alex whilst Alex, Max and Josh focused on getting him, the result being hilarious as since Josh seemed to have an exceptional aim he got Liam nearly fifteen times. No one saw it coming as two snowballs appeared from nowhere, one hitting Alex on the side the other struck Nick on his back. The appearance had them all confused and for a brief moment they all stopped and looked around, apart from the sovereign guards at the door there was no one in sight. It was Nick who spotted one of the guards at the door had snow on his red gloves, he bent down and rolled a snowball and threw it at the guard who stood absolutely still as it landed on the door. The king laughed as both guards just stood there with straight faces and he wasn't going to put up with stealth snowballing from anyone, quickly he launched the snowball in his hand that hit the statue at the foot of the steps. It was Alex who threw a snowball at Nick just missing his groin that started them off again. After a few minutes two more snowballs appeared narrowly missing a target on each team. Alden quickly glanced up at the doors as the guards shuffled back in to place, within seconds snowballs were launched at the sovereign guards who despite all their ducking and diving were getting smashed with snow. The large entrance doors to the palace pitted with snowballs they continued being launched from the two teams at the poor guards who eventually hid behind the large marble pillars at the top of the steps. Max took advantage of Liam's distraction and struck him with two snowballs, a mistake he quickly learnt as the entire security team went to his aid and bombarded Max who fell on his back in the snow laughing so hard he was incapacitated to do anything about it. The king held up his hand to signify the end but everyone turned on him who tried running through the deep snow laughing his way back to the palace doors and ordering the sovereign guards to protect their king but they failed to appear from behind the pillars. From the window the dowager queen laughed to herself watching the scene bringing back many memories of the boys growing up. Once she thought it was safe the dowager queen walked outside and declared Josh as the winner and by default the royals won. Liam decided on one more snowball and got Josh dead square on his chest. Standing their with a satisfied smug look then laughing his head off he suddenly got bombed by numerous snowballs from his own team for unfair play. Jackson called out "Hot chocolate and cookies are waiting in the household dining room". He walked over to the king and queen "Your majesties I will send some to the formal lounge". "Nonsense" the queen said, "We will join you in the household dining room". Within ten minutes the dining room was full of household staff, Alden, Alex and Max were already there talking with Liam, Nick, Franco, Francis, Artem, Marty and Josh. The rest of the royal family arrived shortly after and as they came through the doors Max turned noticing his picture on the wall by the door along with all the other members of the royal family. Liam put his arm around Max's shoulder "Protocol board" he said taking him over to have a look. Max read it slowly "So does everyone go on here?" he asked, "And what is this board for?". "This one is for royal family only" Liam pointed out, "This one for guests staying in the palace". Max scratched his head "But I am a guest!" he remarked. "Certainly not!" the queen stated standing behind him, "You are part family member Max". "Your majesty" Liam said bowing his head, "May I show Max behind the scenes one day?" he asked. The queen smiled and nodded "Yes thank you Liam that is a kind offer" she replied. The two sovereign guards entered the dining room taking their gloves and hat off having changed guards on the doors. It was quite unusual to see any of them here at this time of day and the king immediately went over greeting them, so military were these guards they hardly socialised outside their own set. Both stood to attention saluted then bowed to the king. Alden had taken over the role as colonel in chief of the sovereign guards after completing military school, a role that the crown prince held until such time as he was crowned king then pass it would be passed down. "Break formality" the king informed them, "Come on hot chocolate over here" he said bringing them in. Alden walked over to the sovereign guards "Stealth bombing is a dirty tactic" he said grinning. Hannes looked serious "Apologies colonel" he said bowing his head. "My father told you to break formality" Alden replied, "What are your names?" he asked. "Hannes sir" Hannes replied. "George sir" George the other guard replied. "Here you go!" the queen said handing them each a mug of hot chocolate, "Cookies over there". "Hello Hans" Francis said standing behind him. "Francis, how are you?" Hannes asked smiling. Nick noticed Francis had gone over to talk to the very attractive looking guard and quickly picked up a little bit of an ease about them and guessing there was bed history. He tried to casually move around the room to get closer as he wanted to find out more about the guard but he was intercepted by Tom, for Nick this was one person who could distract him so easily and he had done. The sovereign guard had not gone unnoticed by Tom, Max and Alex either who were all inching to get closer and find out more about him. Late afternoon Alex laid on sprawled across the sofa in TV room off the formal lounge, his head resting on Max's lap who was mindlessly stroking it as they finished watching a film. The TV room was just as elegant as the formal lounge but with comfier sofas and a large screen TV where they watched a few programmes snuggled up in comfort. The day had certainly been non stop albeit at a royal pace, lunch went on for two hours then the present swap where even Max got new gloves, scarf, hat and a very expensive winter coat from the dowager queen. His presents had gone down a storm after heeding Liam and Nick's advice on what to buy them. For Alex it had been a perfect day and he had never felt so happy, he had no worries, no negative thoughts, simply happy ones as he turned his head and looked up at Max. "I want to marry you Max" Alex said slow and softly with conviction. Max smiled and looked down "Well I have two years to ask so you have to wait" he replied. Alex stroked his chin "I hope we won't have to wait that long!" he said. Max ran his hand up inside Alex's shirt caressing his chest "How long do we wait?" he asked. Alex gave a shrugging motion "Not sure, next year hopefully if you want to" he replied. "Of course I want to Alex" Max told him, "When I get the nerve to ask the king" he chuckled. Alex smiled "I know for sure they won't turn down your request" he said, "Whenever you do it". "Do I ask you first or get permission from the king before I ask you?" Max asked. "King first" Alex replied yawning, "Don't stop doing that" he said putting Max's hand back inside his shirt. The king and queen walked in to the TV room with Alden and smiled seeing their son and Max happily cuddled up. They came in to watch the news update at 6pm, it was also a way to see what was going on around Monrovia as well. Alden sat on the sofa with Alex and Max with Alex's legs across his lap whilst the king and queen sat opposite them. "You don't need to worry about it today" the queen said to the king making themselves comfortable. Alex raised his head "Worry about what?" he asked inquisitively. "Jurgen wants to retire by April" his father informed him. Alex laid his head back down "Well he has been looking after the grounds here for many years". "I know and I don't want to leave the ground or horticulture post vacant or give it to just anyone" the king said. Max heard the word horticulture not really in the conversation "Gareth does that sort of stuff" he said. The king and queen looked at Max and Alex chuckled "Gareth?" the queen asked. Max looked at them "Oh! Sorry I was rambling when I heard horticulture" he apologised. The king laughed "Well now you have got my attention. What does he do?". "I don't really know, something to do with the royal parks and gardens in London" Max said. The king nodded "He was talking about branching out, starting his own business" Max added. Their conversations stopped as the news report was starting. Many stories featured of happy people and celebrations going on around the country. The screen view switched to the Balenciaga palace and the news anchor announced 'After five years of being missed and always a highlight of our Christmas day broadcast, the palace grounds saw the royal snowball fight return with vengeance. The footage captured by some tourists out and about shows the two sides battling it out. We know for sure that the royal family were there and Joshua Franks was also present fuelling speculation that Prince Alexander and he are involved. The appearance of Joshua Franks with the royals on Christmas day is begging to ask the question if an announcement is coming soon from the palace. Whatever plays out it was good to see the snowball fight returning to the palace grounds, this year also saw the sovereign guards on duty at the palace doors become the target after throwing a couple of snowballs when no one was looking'. The king sat there chuckling away and pleased that they had made the news on Christmas day. "Speaking of Josh I am going to see him during the week about my dress" the queen announced. Alex sat up "Did he agree to design you one then?" he asked. "Yes" she said happily, "Hopefully in time for your birthday Alex". Alex rolled his eyes "I am going to be upstaged by my mother!" he complained giggling. There was a knock at the door "Ah!" Alden sitting up, "Stollen cake has arrived at last!". "Sorry Max, stollen first you second" Alex said rolling off and on to the floor. The footman walked in with a tray of coffee and chefs cherry and almond stollen cake. Max tried a piece for the first time, his mouth suddenly filled with a taste that was like Christmas in one bite. As the evening wore on it was just like being at home, sat on the sofa watching rubbish on the TV and just chilling out, with one difference this year, he had a boyfriend. He was still finding it amusing that in the room was a king, a queen and two princes, no matter how he looked at the situation he was just bowled over each time and couldn't comprehend this was happening to him. Certainly he never imagined having a boyfriend either. By morning the sun was shining and being reflected off the fresh snow that had been falling steady until the early hours of the morning. Artem was surprised to see Max awake and dressed in a bath robe looking at the view across the grounds. Alex woke and sat up in bed with a cup of coffee as Artem announced he wanted to run through the London trip, Max came and sat on the bed next to Alex. Artem was certainly organised Max found as he reeled off that they would be flying on the morning of the 30th at 10.15am, on arrival they would be taken by embassy car to Max's home. New Years Eve the were to attend the Monrovian Ambassadors New Year Ball then fly back on the 2nd January at 1pm. "Why?" Alex asked, "Why the ball, who told him we were coming to the London?". Artem tutted "You know the protocol Alex, the ambassador has to be informed of royalty visiting". "I am not wearing royal dress!" Alex stated adamantly. "Just the brooches will suffice" Artem said, "Max your family are being invited today". Max laughed "That is going to make them happy!" he said, "One up on the neighbours". Artem laughed "One thing though" he continued, "Liam, Nick and Franco will need to travel with you". "Yes I know" Alex said confirming he had already been advised by the king. "The king and queen made it a condition, Franco is going to learn the ropes" Artem informed them. Max looked pensive "I should call my parents and make them aware" he said tapping his chin. "Oh!" Artem looked up, "Err... I have already done that and the embassy security are visiting them". Max smirked "Did you get an earful before they knew who you were?" he asked. "They didn't believe who I was at first, but they were polite" Artem replied, "Hope it is okay?". Max nodded "I suppose they will have to get use to you organising them" he said then laughed. "Yeah thanks to you my workload has doubled" Artem said laughing away, "Both of you are a handful!". "Are you coming with us Artem?" Alex asked him. "No, I am not missing new year here!" Artem replied, "You will have to dress yourself!". "I am not stupid Artem. I can put on clothes" Alex responded grinning at him, "Are you sure?". "Yes" Artem replied, "And this came for you Alex" he said holding an envelope for Alex. Alex looked at the envelope that was from FilmAtion Studios in Los Angeles, he had forgotten all about Felipe's invite to his new premier at the end of January. Alex opened the envelope and read the invitation inside from the FilmAtion where they had secured one of the presidential suites at the Four Seasons for 4 nights, a film set tour and VIP tickets for the premier and the party afterwards. "Fancy a trip to LA?" Alex asked looking at Max, "Our first official engagement together". Max shrugged peering over Alex shoulder "I think it is expected of me" he replied. "Certainly is if you want to be my boyfriend!" Alex remarked ginning at him "Artem can you make the arrangements, I guess Liam, Franco and yourself as well" Alex suggested. Artem nodded "The studio are paying for everything so a couple more tickets should be okay". Artem stood up "You going to tell him?" he asked, "About Felipe" he added. Max chuckled "He has told me all about Felipe in Madrid and London!" he remarked. Alex just sat there grinning "I expect Washington as well for 2 nights?" he said looking at Artem. "Yes" Artem replied, "Dinner at the embassy with the ambassador" he confirmed. Max looked at Artem "Protocol to pay a visit to the ambassador in their country" he advised Max. Max went with the flow over the next few days and followed Alex around like a lost puppy at times. The dowager queen spent several hours each day with him going through protocols so he could better understand when it was heeded and when it was relaxed, how to act at afternoon tea, dinner events and how to meet people in his position. Alex would attend some of the time and would watch how his grand mother interacted so easily with Max, it would evident that they had a fondness for each other and a shared love of art. In part the dowager queen was quietly assessing his skills with various pieces of art when they walked around the palace public rooms, as patron of art and culture it was on her say so that Max was being offered the job being lined up for him. As the dowager queen had put it to the board of directors at the museum, she would rather someone she knew took the position than an outsider wandering around the palace touching things. They were working their way back to the private residences of the palace when the queen appeared with her protection officer. "Still touring Max?" she asked smiling. "Your majesty" Max said bowing his head, "Yes, the dowager queen is teaching me a lot!" he claimed. The queen chuckled "How about coming with me to see Josh?" she suggested. "Yes thank you" Max replied and as if by magic Franco came striding across with a footman. "I did take the liberty of assuming you wouldn't say no" the queen chuckled. Max chuckled "Well you are the queen so I can not really say no" he replied. The footman helped Max on with his coat "What have you orchestrated?" the dowager queen asked. "I don't know what you mean mother!" the queen replied with a glint in her eye. The dowager queen folded her arms "Okay! A drip feed was done of my visit" the queen admitted. Max chuckled "Are you exposing me?" he asked. "Exposing!" the queen replied trying to keep a straight face, "Only getting you seen". "Look after him Helena!" the dowager queen advised taking her leave. Max walked with the queen "What about Alex... sorry Prince Alexander" he asked. "He knows. Max you may refer to him as Alex now in private with us" she reminded him. The royal car stood outside the front doors waiting and the footmen and sovereign guard bowed as they passed by and got in. The protection officers sitting up front which Max found bizarre having only travelled in the car with them by his side. As soon as the car moved the queen raised the partition to stop them overhearing anything. "Tell me Max, how did you win over the dowager so quickly?" the queen asked. Max glanced at her and smiled "What do you mean?" he questioned, "Have I won her over?". The queen chuckled "She danced with you at the ball and taken you under her wing. You have won her over". "Seriously I have no idea, maybe the link with art" Max suggested. The queen nodded "It took months before she would even take tea with me when I met the king". "Stickler for protocol or protecting him?" Max asked quite bravely. "Lets just say she was cautious of me, I mean he was the crown prince back then and I was nobody" she replied. Max nodded "I like her, she has quite the sense of humour gossiping about the past monarchs". The queen laughed "Yes and Alex is a chip off her shoulder" she replied. There was a moments silence "Is it too much for you Max. I am worried as I know what it is like?" she asked. Max looked at her "Honestly I am okay, anxious a little as I don't know what is coming up". "It will be manic when news breaks Max, I can't pretend otherwise" the queen informed him. "I see what happens with British royalty" Max replied, "I hope I can count on you for support?". The queen smiled "Absolutely Max, this is why I wanted you to come, get a feel for it gently". "I appreciate everything you are all doing for me" Max spoke with genuine sincerity. The queen looked at him and opened up more about telling him that being seen with queen today will help take some of the pressure off when the prince and he are seen together officially. She went serious remembering to him how she never had that chance to be broken in softly but the dowager queen eventually stepped in and help guided her when she realised the then crown prince was serious about her. The queen chuckled explaining how Alden is like his grandfather, sometimes too focused since he was brought up knowing his responsibility to the crown and country. How in the last few weeks Alden had chilled out a bit and that has made him a better person all round. Where Alex had more freedom growing up and his grandmother adores him and can not do anything wrong as far as she is concerned. Max listened so intently and began to understand that the queen was much like himself stepping in to this crazy royal world for the price of love. It was the conversation where Max and the queen cemented a close bond. On the outside she was elegant and completely royal knowing her position and influence, inside she was charming and showed a sense of humour and genuine friendliness to him. "All I see is how much love there is in this family despite all the royalness" Max said. The queen nodded and smiled "Right, don't forget Max stand up straight and smile". "Got it! Max replied chuckling, "Do you know what the dress is like?" he asked. The queen looked at him "I haven't a clue Max, something tells me to trust Josh". Max nodded as the royal car pulled up outside Josh's boutique and noticed there was a handful of press eagerly waiting. The protection officers moved quickly out of the car and opened the door allowing the queen to exit and take a few steps smiling at the cameras. Max slid over the seat and exited the car and the cameras turned to him snapping away, he stood up straight and smiled acknowledging them but ignoring the questions now being fired as to who he was. Walking side by side with the queen they entered the boutique where Josh was waiting and he beamed seeing Max turning up as well. Josh walked over and bowed addressing them both then Max hugged him, the press outside still taking photos until they disappeared through to Josh's studio. "Well that was weird" Max said laughing nervously. The queen chuckled "Well done Max. Josh are you ready to reveal it?" she asked excitedly. Josh looked nervously at her "I hope you will like it" he said unveiling the mannequin. Instantly the queen's expression changed in to one of delight as she looked at the deep red colour of the ball gown, what blew her mind was the full cut off the left shoulder and sleeve that was replaced by the deep purple lace embroidery. It contrasted with the dress so spectacularly that the queen stood there bowled over admiring it. Josh looked on anxiously wondering what the queen thought as he was silent and studying it closely. Max walked up and looked closer "Josh this is quite amazing" he said looking at him. The queen nodded slowly "I am speechless Josh, no one ever dared dress the queen like this before". "Sorry is it too much?" Josh asked, "I can change it and make it a full gown without the cut". "You will do no such thing Josh" the queen replied looking at him, "I love it" she said "Is the colour alright?" Josh asked nervously, "And the design?". "It is perfect, I love how the dark red and purple contrast" she enthused still looking at it. Josh breathed huge sigh of relief "Actually Josh it is magnificent!" the queen implored. He was slightly taken back for sure "I still need to do some minor alterations" Josh advised. "When can we have the fitting?" the queen asked looking at him. "In two days if that is agreeable your majesty" Josh replied. "Yes, perfect. Send my secretary the details and I will see you at the palace" the queen responded. Josh smiled then handed a mask to the queen "I took the liberty of making this" he said. The mask matched the colours in the dress "Superb!" the queen said smiling. Max nodded "Very exquisite, Josh is a great designer and this is lovely". "What are you wearing to the party Max?" the queen asked now looking at some of the suits. Max handed the mask back to Josh "Haven't got a clue" he replied. The queen tutted "Well when you get back from the UK we can go and find you something" she suggested. "Thank you" Max replied kindly. "Josh do you have this suit in Max's size please and add it my account" she replied. Josh smiled "Of course. Nice choice Max" he said to a protesting Max being shut down by the queen. "You need something to wear for the flight home Max" the queen informed him. It was over so quickly and they walked back through the boutique with the queen chatting away to Max and Josh then nodding at Max asking if he was ready. Franco opened the door and they walked back out in to the cold crisp air and the waiting photographers all repeating asking who Max was. In one quick moment the queen stopped and told them she was having a dress designed by Joshua Franks for Prince Alexander's birthday then gracefully she stepped in to the car and Max walked around to the other side and got in. "Nicely done!" Max said giggling, "Dropping that in like that, I never saw it coming". "The element of surprise to take the focus away" the queen said chuckling. The following day Max found his face splashed all over the countries press and some international ones that picked up the story where they had royal correspondents reporting. The speculation as to who this young man was was lost in the small narrative about the queens quick visit to the boutique. Max simply stared at the papers all morning partly giggling away to himself and keeping the royal family amused as he read each one over and over. Simply put he found it strange seeing his photograph in the paper standing next to the queen, he was soon to learn how different it was being in the press hidden in the palace then when he was out exposed in public. The biggest part of the news though was the queen dropping that Josh was designing a dress for the royal celebration on the 10th January. Fashion houses and designers all over the world would read this and start paying more attention to this Joshua Franks. By lunchtime Josh had already received a commission to design a dress for a celebrity, he was on the fence about it and decided to hold off accepting any commissions. After all he was currently doing a commission for the royal family except the dowager queen and princess Marie.

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!

A few years ago I met a guy who not only was able to take my huge hands, but also got off on me punchfucking him vigorously. For some reason, I lost interest. Now that he's reappeared, I want to give him another try. Scheduling is an issue, but if it happens, I'll relate it here...

I don’t rim. I EAT ASS! Me lying down with a pillow under my head. Him squatting on my face - balls on chin, tongue deeper than he’s ever had it.

Go for it! 😂🤣😆

Immortal words. 🙂 Do I have your permission to put this quote in my Grindr profile? My purpose wouldn't be to avoid bottoms with tight holes, but to avoid bottoms who are tight with reciprocally sharing information (age, photos, distance, test date, etc.).

So true. As if his ass can tell whether it's getting fucked by single or partnered dick (or vice versa), anyway! Well said! As for my own ethical limits, I'm staying friends-only with a bisexual neighbor whose wife I also know. The other night someone I'd met long ago through volunteer work popped up on Grindr. He left the organization where I volunteer a few years ago, and he's fucking hot — professional by day but by night, "cholo" with tattoos, piercings and attitude. It's the apparent tension between those elements of his nature that turns me on. I decided to say hi as it didn't seem like an ethical breach after several years. (He didn't reply.) I avoid a friend I care for a lot and have had sex with in the past, because he has revealed deep-seated neediness that I can't fulfill. He believes that having a husband on his arm will enhance his career (his peers bring spouses to the receptions and dinners that are frequent in his field of work) and resolve all of his problems. I'm in an open relationship, enjoyed sex with this friend (fucker has a huge dick, speaks in southern drawl, and we're both dominant tops who like edgy scenarios, so finding a submissive bottom to use together would be incredibly hot), but I can never be the husband he thinks he needs. I want him to go out and meet other guys rather than fall back on something that is familiar but will fall short of his wishes. I'll resume playing with him the moment he lets me know he's found a boyfriend. Friends' partners are fun to fuck and I have no qualms about that, even if the partner believes he's in a monogamous relationship. (Hint: Virtually all gay men fuck around, but now that heteronormative gay relationships are valued by naïve gay men and by well-meaning straight people, pretending to be monogamous may be necessary for snagging a husband who is perceived to be of good quality. Couples who are actually monogamous and who are that way as a matter of free choice are great; I'm not talking about them.) I went for a walk with a local couple one evening. They are so devoted to each other, but somehow, my hand was down the bottom's pants, feeling up his bare ass several times during our walk. Hubby was a few paces ahead so he couldn't see. Somehow, the bottom arrived at work late the next morning, my load deep inside his cheating ass after he'd stopped by my place on the way to the office. The following Sunday, I visited their place, and somehow the bottom got another load of mine in the living room. We kept quiet to make sure that hubby, who was sleeping in, would get his rest. When an ethical dilemma like whether to fuck a guy who is in a officially monogamous relationship presents itself, better it be me than some completely random stranger, because I am a reliable PrEP user and get STI tests every month, sharply reducing (but of course not eliminating) risk.

To me, it too easily becomes a compromise term with sex: "I'll suck your cock if you suck mine," or fill in the blank. i'm a bottom first, and a cocksucker also. if a Man needs/wants to breed or have His cock sucked, we're a good match. Each of us gets what we need/want. If a guy comes to me and says: "i'll breed you if you let me suck your cock." He's not even seen me (i don't have a "cock," ). i want/need to be bred by someone who wants/needs to breed, to penetrate, not as part of some compromise. His breeding is a connection, then his sucking me is undoing that connection, bond (for me, us) i do not think quid pro quo is sustainable. i think one, or both really, end up feeling what is missing and/or the begin to feel and resent their compromise, or paying an unnatural price to get what they are looking for. If all he really wanted/needed was to suck cock, he had the wrong person in me, because i am not a "cock." Trying to negotiate a person into being something they are not is just delusion to me. It has a semblance without essence. It's pretentending. Hope i am making sense?

I tend to approach the issue from a different perspective, in that I consider any guy needing Sperm pumped up his Hole as a potential Breeding partner. It's when some negative factor becomes apparent that I move on to the next guy. Those would be particularly effeminate guys, particularly heavy guys, incomplete "prepping", or an attitude that's off-putting. I know a lot of guys like fem boys - it's just that I'm not one of them; they remind me of rg's, which I definitely avoid. I know a lot of guys like heavy guys, but I want to get all the way into the Hole without fighting endless plates of alfredo to get there. And, sometimes guys just reflect an attitude that I don't gravitate to. That said, I don't criticize or judge other guys, I just say something innocuous if addressed, and move on.

Welcome to the receiving team. Noting better than raw cock and cum in the ass

My last Biohaz party was 2019. I flew to Berlin for a chem-fueled fuck fest. Was there over 2 weeks. The men never disappoint.

Things have changed with Meds and PrEP. Before barebacking was controversial. Also, keep in mind that if a guy is in a relationship with a woman he will be concerned about all infections and not only HIV, which will force him to wear condoms. I prefer sex in saunas where guys feel more free to explore fetishes. I was once on a sling when a hot guy I knew from a meeting I had a week before show up. He started to play with my lubed hole but he insisted on fucking me with condoms, but I said no so eventually he decides to leave. A few seconds go by when I see him come back and without saying a word he starts to fuck me raw until he breeds my hole, pulls out and leaves. It was hot!

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.

He pulled down my pants easily as they are elastic grey nylon athletic pants. He pulled down my briefs and and started to finger my hole, "Oh what a nice tight pussy...hmmmm.", he said. I let out a low groan as he started to finger me, i unconsciously pushed my ass back and up. He kept fingering me, and found my gspot and i let out a panting moan, "Hmmmmwhat a slut.", he said. He then leaned in and started to eat my pussy. "OHHHHH Fuck.....ughhhhhhhh", i panted like a bitch in heat. I then felt his cock at my hole entering. "Noooo please not bare", i called out. Once he he heard that he rammed hard into me. "Ouuuuwww.....ugghhh", i grunted. It hurt as there was not lube only my spit. He started stroking me hard. I tried to pull away but his boy pushed me back on his cock. Oh damn he was pounding me hard and it hurt but he was also hitting me in my prostate and i let out a moan, arched my back and started to pant. "Ohhhh someone likes it now huh", he said. He kept hitting that spot in me that made me moan like a little bitch in heat especially as his boy had his cock back in my mouth and he was playing with my sensitive nipples. "I am going to charge you bitch.", he said. "What's....ughh guhh, charge?" i moaned. "I am going to poz your pussy with my charged seed.", he grunted back. "No please i don't want to you to cum in me...please", i managed to blurt out in between panting moans. "Fine bitch", he said. He pulled out and pushed me away. I looked back in shock and sadness. "What, you said you didn't want me to cum in you so i stopped. I don't give cum to bitches who don't want or appreciate them." he said staring at me. "Can you fuck me more but not cum in me", i asked shyly. "No i am not going to waste my time with you.", he said. He looked at his boy and waved him over. The younger guy came over dropped to his knees and sucked him clean. The Daddy pulled up his shorts and they both left the bathroom, grabbed their drinks and left. I laid there mesmerized by what just happened and still horny. I got up, wiped my ass and went back outside. As I started to clean up and close the shop a guy walked in, and asked if we were still open. I apologized and said sorry we are closed and I forgot to the lock the door. He was a stark handsome looking man. He was about late 40's, 6'1, medium build, tatts on his arms and neck. He also had an large loop earring on each each and a nose ring. There was something animalistic about him. "No problem. My name is Mitch and i am a new massage therapist in this area and wanted to know if i can put my flyers on your business board. I said sure. "What kind of massage do you do?" , i asked him. After he posted his flyer, "It depends on the customer. I tailor it to their needs. I like to find that spot and relieve their stress, especially in the lower back regions. We keep a lot of stress their that needs relieving and stretching.", he said in a very calm yet seductive tone. "Do you need a massage?", he asked. "Yes who couldn't, and its been a long day.", i said. "Great why don't you come over to my place at 8p. I would love to work on you and help you relax.", he said. "Uhhh i have to run some errands and stuff, maybe another time." i said nervously and reluctantly. "You sure, i can really make you feel good and stretch your limits." , he said as he leaned in towards me over the counter. Our faces were about a foot a part. His eyes were so seductive and his manly body odor scent was overpowering me. "Ok that sounds really nice.", i said. "Great, see you at 8p. I cannot wait to get my hands on you.", he said walking out. I closed up the store and ran my errands. I got home around 7p and my mom asked if I was going to join them for dinner. I told them now i was going out to meet some friends. I quickly took a shower, cleaned my hole and was getting dressed. I picked out some jocks i had, loose shorts and a shirt. I left and arrived at his place right at 8pm. He lived in 3 story walk up apartment off the main road that was surrounded by small businesses. I called him to ask what apartment number and he said to come around the corner to his studio. I walked around and found his studio. It was the only one in the area that had lights on and i walked in. It was a nice studio with a massage table in the middle, a couch, tv and bathroom with a shower. He grabbed my hand and welcomed me with a soft hug. It felt so good i hugged him back and we just held there for what seemed like a while but was only probably 10 seconds. I am much short so i only came to his shoulders and i was intoxicated with his manly body odor no deodorant scent. It was so animalistic. We parted and he said, "why don't we sit on the couch and talk for a bit before we start.". We sat down next to each other our bodies slightly touching. I could feel his sexual energy that was oozing from his body. He put his hand on my knee and said, "So what would you like to get out of your session?". "You know just a relaxing massage", i said nervously "is that all? Are you sure?", he said smiling I saw the TV on on the side and never noticed until now but there was gay porn playing on it. And it caught my eye. His hand ran up my leg and massaged my thigh and i turned back to him. "You sure that's all your want from your session?", he asked. He kept rubbing my thigh and I was having a difficult time concentrating. "I would like a full body massage that releases all my stress", i said while touching his leg as well. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I traced the outline and it was huge and thick. "I want you to feel comfortable to explore and enjoy male touch, okay?", he said while smiling at me. "Okay", i said relaxing. He stood up, grabbed my hands and pulled me up. We stood against each other. "Here let's get you out of these clothes.", he said pulling my shirt over my head. I slowly pulled down my my pants. He then grabbed my jocks and pulled them down, my hard cock popping out dripping with precum. He then took off his shirt. He was gorgeous. He had tattoos all over his body. He then pulled down his short and out popped this huge 8"+ thick cock covered in tattoos. I couldn't help myself and tried to reach out and touch it. He let me just hold it and caress it. He pulled me closer and just held me while fondled his huge meat. Then he pulled us a part and told me to get on the table. As i turned i looked at the TV playing gay porn and i couldn't figure out what was going on. The bottom was in a sling and there was the top in between his legs but he wasn't fucking him. He was moving his arm back and forth slowly and twisting his wrist. The bottom was in total pleasure. I turned to Mitch and asked, what is this, i am confused. He chuckled, "It's fisting". "What", i said. "He has his fist in the guys ass. It is called fisting.", he said. "OMG, you mean he has his hand in the guys ass? That must hurt like hell", i said. "Actually it doesn't. Does that guy look in pain?", he asked as his hand rubbed my butt. I was mesmerized. I couldn't stop watching. I didn't realize that his chest was on my back and his hands were starting to run slowly and sensually over my body. He was hugging me from behind while his large hands roamed my body. "That looks incredible as i watched the TV", i gasped softly leaning back into his embrace. His hands were slowly teasing my nipples and lightly brushing my hard cock. "Let's get on the table", he said softly in my ear. I got on the table face down and he slowly worked my shoulders, back and legs. I was jello and horny at the same time. He then slowly ran his hand up my inner thigh and i let out a low moan. He focused on that area and my cock was rock hard and leaking all over. I felt him climb up on the table and start to massage my buttock and then started to rub my hole then he leaned over and started to eat me out. I raised up my hips to meet his mouth and tongue and started to moan loudly. He ate me and fingered me slowly. First one then two then three fingers. "Ughhhhhhh", i moaned like a total slut. He continued to work on my hole opening it up. It felt so good. He was working it, stretching it open. Then he got four fingers in. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. He has really large hands and it was having both pain and immense pleasure. He then started to kiss up my back then the back of my neck my ears. I lifted my head to meet his lips and our tongues were intertwined. "You like the taste of your pussy", he asked. I leaned in to kiss him and cleaned his mouth and tongue of all my pussy juice in his mouth. Now his cock was sliding between my ass cheeks. "Do you have a condom", i asked. "No sorry i don't fuck with condoms", he said. And i don't fuck in my sessions. I want it to be exploring and sharing of our bodies beyond sex. "We will get there", he whispered. I turned over on my back and we embraced kissing and his hand went back to my hole playing with it, teasing it, probing it. I opened up my legs and lifted my knee to give him more access. We made out like that all the while slowly sinking more fingers in me driving me crazy. He tried to stick his thumb but it wouldn't go in so he kept swirling his fingers in me a stroking my prostate when suddenly i started to shoot all over. "UGhhhhhhhhhhh", i moaned. Spurt after spurt erupted all over us. His hands worked faster fingering my pussy. Our lips locked. Slowly i came down but his fingers were still in me and our lips doing slow intimate kisses. "That was incredible", i said. "It's only the beginning", he said and kissed me. (I appreciate your patience. We will get there soon.)

After my first experience with that massage therapist i went back several times. He expanded the massage sessions mainly to sensual massage and in some sessions came 2 times. But it was mainly around sensual touch and little playing with my hole. And after a while i wanted to explore anal massage. I looked in the local gay magazine and in the back there were massage ads along with escort ads. There was one who stood out. He did full body massage and he was pretty hot. I called him to set up an appointment for the following week. I arrived at his apartment at around 8p and went in. The massage table was in the middle of his living room. He asked if i need to use the bathroom before the massage and i said no. I took off my clothes and he stayed in the room watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. He was a stud. He was about 6ft and a slim but muscular build. I noticed he also had paintings of nude men on the wall. I got on the table and he started to put oil and massage me. His technique was good and his pressure was stronger than the other masseur. He started on my shoulders and worked down my back to my legs and feet then back up. While he was standing near the bottom of the table he started to massage my buttocks and give them a good therapeutic working over, then he would do a motion that would spread it and show my hole and he would breathe in. It felt good. He then took some oil and rubbed around my hole and on the hole very lightly almost teasing it. He then moved to where my head was and rubbed from my shoulders down. I could feel his bulge pushing up against my head. It felt thick and huge. He then reached and grabbed hold of my butt and massaged it hard and again separated my cheeks and teased my hole. He even poked a finger in a little and pulled my butt off a bit of the table. I groaned. He then went to the bottom of the table and climbed on the table. He pushed his knee right into my perineum area. I pushed back to make sure it was snug tight. He then proceeded to massage my back and then again work my butt and tease my hole. At that point i felt him lay down on me. I thought this was odd but I was excited. He lay on me and massaged the side of my body almost in a caressing way. I felt his bulge through his underwear. He then sat up and massaged me while kind of sitting on me in a way where his cock was touching my hand. I opened it more and he adjusted and landed it right in there. I grabbed it and started to massage his huge cock. He then started to massage my butt and balls and play with my hole. I was in heaven moaning so much. Abruptly he got off the table and I was like what the heck. Then I figured out was he was doing. He stripped naked. He climbed back on the table and lay on me but I felt his huge cock in between my cheeks. He again stroked my body. I couldn't help but when I felt his cock between my cheeks I spread my legs more on the table to give him more room. He took that as a sign to enter and started rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. I was so horny i pushed back. I wanted him but knew as I have never had a man fuck me there was no way I could take it. He was about 8" and thick. He then started to finger me and found out how tight i was and knew I couldn't take him without some prep. He then leaned in and started licking my hole. I never had that happen before but it felt good. I moaned and he leaned in and started eating me out. OMG my eyes rolled back into my head and i moaned really loud. He just held me there and ate me for what seemed like at least 10 minutes. Slowly he started fingering me between eating me and he finally got 3 fingers in me. He said he wanted to fuck me bad and I asked him if he had condoms. He said yes and got a condom and came back and put it on. He then put my legs on his shoulders and slowly stuck his cock in me. I winced as he was thick. He pushed in slowly but i groaned as it hurt like hell. He kept pushing until he was completely in me. He stopped and let me get used to his cock being in me. Slowly he moved in and out and short slow stokes. He looked into my eyes and saw it still hurt. He leaned in and started kissing me and told me to relax. Having been my first time it hurt and it was hard to relax. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply and tried to relax. Slowly the pain subsided and he hit a spot in me that felt amazing and also made me want to pee. My wincing and groans of pain started to turn to moans. I started to hear myself, uhh uhhh, sounding like some cheap whore. He knew he had me and started picking up his pace and did long strokes. My moans turned into loud gasps of pleasure and heard myself telling him to fuck me good. He fucked me hard for 10 minutes straight, I thought I was in heaven then suddenly a feeling i never felt before. My ass started to spasm and I came hard shooting 6 huge spurts on my chest and even one hitting my head. He moaned loud as my ass clamped on his huge cock and he shot into the condom. He kept fucking me grinding in me getting out the rest of his load and licked the cum off my chest. When he pulled out the condom it was filled with cum. I felt spent and my head was spinning. It was incredible.

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.

Been a depraved fucker for 35 years. I want to be on the receiving end of depraved fuckers from now on. Versatile is the best!

three years now since i was bred....my cherry needs popped!

Yes definitely let him use me. I am a little old school in that I see myself as at the service of the Top. If he wants it slow and sloppy or hard and deep, ass or mouth, then my part is to take it and make sure he is satisfied and hopefully wants more.

Now that I am dealing with the PA I like her, but the next time I come face to face with s.o.b. I will tell him he is fired.

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.”

I don’t want to leave the impression that I’m not all too keenly aware of the degree to which commercial interests have bought and sold the soul of many journalism outlets. Back when I was getting my degree (lo these many moons ago) it was the age when traditional newspapers and news magazines were just beginning to teeter on the edge of the electronic abyss that would soon begin to swallow them. We could see it coming then, the hungry capitalists with their sharp knives closing in, ready to carve up the Fourth Estate into pieces small enough to haul away, and by God they didn’t waste any time. It’s been a state of siege ever since, with responsible professional journalists trying to hold the line against “infotainment” and “sponsored content” to preserve the integrity of reporting so people would be able to trust that they are being told the truth when they hear the news. Without that trust, the whole enterprise is meaningless. And so we arrive today at a point in the battle where the cause is nearly lost. There are now people who refuse to believe anything a reporter writes simply because he’s a reporter. Even though you have some understanding, your own cynicism is now so deep that you write off the majority of outlets as either too far left or too far right to be trusted, and declare that there essentially isn’t anyone left in the center. Even the basic definition of what journalism actually is is disappearing from the public consciousness. Whether you, a clearly educated and informed person, realize it or not, you fail to make the very marked distinction between CNN, which regardless of whatever slant it may be perceived to take is nonetheless practicing actual journalism, and Fox News, which has so unmistakably converted into a propaganda engine (propaganda, by definition, is not only not journalism, it’s the anathema of journalism) that its major viewership draws aren’t even considered part of its “news” division anymore. You cannot simply refer to Fox as having a “journalistic slant” in the same way as you do CNN or a similar serious outlet. It’s a false equivalency. Have you ever noticed that the great majority of photographs of Donald Trump show him with his mouth wide open? (Aside from the ones in which he’s clearly about to voice an expletive.) I think it’s because it’s so difficult to catch him in any other position. The truth takes time. Facts take time. Research takes time. Getting it right and being sure takes time. Pulling bullshit out of your ass takes seconds, even less if your asshole is located conveniently beneath your nose and never completely closes. Preparing an accurate news report in the public interest can take hours. Shouting “Fake news!” takes precisely 0.88 seconds. But Trump isn’t the cause, he’s just the most egregious symptom of an indolent, selfish, greedy, self-satisfied, unthinking culture in decline. The decay of social grace in online communication is another symptom. The apps aren’t causing people to forget what it means to be civilized - we were barely civilized to begin with. All the apps do is show what we look like without the masks on. So to my mind the plight of journalism to sustain its integrity is merely a part of a desperate struggle in our time in which there are about four billion too many humans on this planet for it to comfortably accommodate, and we are currently in the throes of determining whether Homo sapiens, as a species, is going to rise above its limitations and achieve a new enlightenment, or fall backward onto its neolithic foundations and club itself to death. I’m not optimistic. Unless. If humanity can hang on long enough for two generations - possibly three - currently living to die off, humanity might make it through. I can see possibilities in the Gen-Z kids, Millennials, too, though not as strongly. Gen-X’rs like me didn’t achieve the critical mass needed, and too many of us became jaded by the hardness of life in an unsustainable world and lost our ideals. All these people desperately trying to impose the values of a passing generation onto the future may succeed in passing their odious, backward-facing laws for today - but tomorrow, the young will be the ones deciding, and they’ll simply change it all back the way they want it. God speed them. The pendulum swings. It never stops swinging. I believe that if I believe nothing else. We may now live in a time when chaos rules the day, up is down, truth is a lie, and justice is a comedy routine. But the pendulum will swing back. And you can quote me on that.

love spit play (even pheglem play) such an action of dominance and control… Fuck Yes !

I figured out a while ago that you're one of the special ones - you "get" the connection, the bonding, the depth of sharing that's available when we're sufficiently attuned. Thanks for a lovely post.

I just couldn't wait one more day. I hooked up with a white Big D this evening. He HMU I said come and get it. Door is open and light is on no need to say anything else. Guy came over I dropped to my knees and went to work. When he slid his big fat D all the to his balls. OMG it felt so good. I want to do so much more than hit it and get it. Someone come assist me with doing everything and anything.

Southbay top (North San Jose) looking for cumdumps to enjoy. Non-cumdump bottoms also welcome. 😜

Folsom Gulch, the renowned adult video arcade, is not far. It's on Folsom between 5th and 6th Streets. (Beware, San Francisco has duplicate sets of numbered roads. The ones at the far western edge of the City are the Avenues, whereas the ones South of Market are streets.) An arcade a little farther from downtown is Secrets on Bay at Mason. (Note that multiple arcades named "Secrets" exist.) It's a brisk 30-minute walk from the foot of Market Street, or you can take the historic F-line streetcar toward Fisherman's Wharf, get off at Bay and walk east, or get off at Powell & Jefferson and walk north. Secrets will be quiet other than at lunch and right after work. Historically, the Gulch has traffic whenever it is open, but this may have changed due to the pandemic. Enjoy your visit! 😈

God I'd love a guy I'm rutting to be begging me to breed them and knock them up, to swell them with my young.

Chapter 2 Oh my god I was kissing a man. A hot older man had just stuck his tongue in my mouth and I liked it. He pulled away from me and I slowly opened my eyes. He was smiling again. "So son, what'd you think of your first kiss?" "Holy shh, I mean wow that was nice." He chuckled, "Cody you can say shit no one cares." "Sorry sir, I'm just not used to being able to swear. My parents would get really angry anytime anyone around them would swear." "Well son, you'll find I tend to like to say those fucking swear words so you definitely won't offend me. Now what'd you really think of that kiss?" "Holy fucking shit it was amazing." "Good boy! Now kiss me again." He didn't have to tell me twice. I immediately went for it, this time sticking my tongue into his mouth. We kissed for about ten minutes when he slowly pulled away. I looked up at him with a goofy grin on my face. "Damn Cody you're a good kisser. You sure you've never done that before?" "No sir that was my first time." "Well I'm honored that you'd let an older guy give you your first real kiss. You sure you wouldn't like someone your own age to make out and explore with. "No sir! I umm, mean i really like older men and your perfect. So hot." I turned bright red. "How old are you son?" "I'm 23 sir." "Fuck that's a good age. I'm 48 Zane, I'm old enough to be your dad." "Trust me sir, you're nothing like my dad. You're so fucking hot." "Oh is that right. I'm sure I could teach you a few things son. Would you like that?" "Are you serious sir? Would you really teach me?" "Oh fuck yeah son. I'd love to make you my boy, teach you how to please real men." Holy shit I couldn't believe my luck. I'd only been in the city a week and I'd just found the sexiest man and he wanted to teach me to be his boy. "Stand up son and take your shirt off. Let me get a good look at you." I slowly stood up and removed my shirt. My nipples were hard as erasers. He stood up and started to run his hands over my tight smooth chest. "Fuck me son, who would have guessed what a hot little bod you were hiding under those baggy clothes. He leaned down and ran his tongue over my left nipple. Oh fuck! I let out a moan. "You like that son, just wait till I run my tongue over your hole. Now let's get rid of these shorts and see the rest of you." I dropped my shorts and was standing there in just my old white fruit of the looms which had definitely seen better days. "Damn son, were going need to get you some new clothes to show off this hot tight body of yours. Now don't keep me waiting show your dad your cock." Oh fuck now I was worried. I was afraid he'd take ones look at my small penis and tell me never mind. He could tell I was suddenly nervous. "Hey boy it's okay what's wrong?" "I umm, my ahh, my penis is really small." "It's okay son, nothing to be ashamed of." He grabbed my underwear and pushed them down until they hit the floor. He dropped to his knees and took my very hard penis into his hand. "Damn, that's a beautiful boy cock and fuck you're so smooth." "I wish I was hairy like you sir." "Well Cody, there's something you should know. God made different types of men. There are some who are alphas, or true men." "Like you sir?" He smiled at me. "Exactly, some of us are hairy but we all have big dicks and need to fuck and plant our seed, a lot. Then there are boys. Now there's no age limit to be a boy. Some are young and others are older. But the main roll of a boy is to bring pleasure to a real man. Boys usually have small dicks because their cock's aren't important. They're really good about using their holes to please men." While he was talking he had started slowly moving his fingers between my legs rubbing my asshole. It was too much for me to take and I started to shoot my load. "Ohh my god, I'm so sorry." "Don't apologize this just goes to prove what I already knew. You, Cody, are a natural boy. You came just by having your boy hole touched. Tell me, did you like me touching you there?" I was blushing again. I shook my head up and down. "No son you need to tell me out loud." "Yes sir, I liked that a lot." "Damn Cody," he said looking at my load that had landed by my feet, "you made a mess on my floor." "I am so sorry sir. If you have a rag I'll clean up my mess." He scooped part of my cum up off the floor. I had no idea what he was going to do with it. "That's all right son, you don't need a rag." He brought his fingers to my mouth. Oh shit was he wasn't going to make me eat my load was he. "Open up boy. Lesson one, never waste cum." I started to panic! What had I got myself into. "Come on son, you mean to tell me you've never tasted your own load." "No sir, never." "Well fuck me. Then this is the perfect time. You trust me right?" "Yes sir." "Good boy, now open your mouth." I did as he instructed and he let my cum drip onto my tongue. "Now taste it." I closed my mouth and swallowed, holy shit that tasted good. My eyes popped open and I hungrily looked at his fingers. He started chuckling, "you want more don't you?" "Yes please. I had no idea it would taste like that." He stuck out his fingers to me and I wasted no time sucking my cum from his hand. "Not all loads taste the same so we'll need to have you try cum from lots of different men." Wait, what? He wanted me to be with other guys. I thought he wanted just me. I must have gotten a panicked look on my face. He started to stroke my hair while I continued to suck on his fingers. "Don't worry son. Remember how I said you were a natural boy?" I shook my head yes. "Well, boys need to be with a lot of men. It's your job to please them and you get your pleasure by taking our cum." He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, leaned down and gave my a deep kiss. After a few minutes he broke off the kiss and pointed at the floor. There's still some cum down there, why don't you lick it up. I immediately dropped to my knees and started licking up the rest of my load. Holy shit what was this man doing to me. "Damn son, you look so cute down there on your knees. You're making your dad so proud." I looked up at him with a big cheesy grin on my face. He patted my head with one hand while his other was massaging the bulge in his tight shorts. "You ready to see what a real man's cock looks like?" I couldn't speak I simply nodded yes. He slowly unbuttoned his shorts and out popped the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Now to be fair, it was also the first cock other than my own, that I'd ever been this close to but still. I noticed on his hip was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol. It looked really cool but I couldn't understand why he'd want that on his body. He noticed me looking at his tat. "You know what that means son," he asked as he traced the tattoo with his finger. "Well I've seen it at my doctors office where they put the medical waste but I've never seen a tattoo of one before." He smiled, "well son, it's nothing to concern yourself about, you'll find lots of my friends have this same tattoo." "Oh okay, so like your part of club or something?" "Exactly son. A very special exclusive club." "It looks really cool though. Maybe I can join your club, but I suppose it's just for real men? I asked bashfully, starring at his big leaking cock. I had no clue how clueless I was. He just smiled down at me, "well son you're in luck. We've been looking for some new members and I'm positive you'd fit right in.

If I let a Daddy fuck my mouth or ass, it's up to him to use my holes as he sees fit. So if he feels like I should have my throat raped, that's probably exactly what I need. Daddy is always right! That's why I love to get mouthfucked with my hands cuffed behind my back. With my wrists immobilized like that, the question of "will you let him..." no longer arises...

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…