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------- 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 ))

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.

From an early age Raymond had a feeling he would be alone for most of his life. It wasn’t a feeling of sadness or despair, but rather a feeling of certainty; not lonely, just alone. As Raymond grew from a child to adolescence and into adulthood, the feeling remained. Though heavily involved in high school activities and having numerous friends, he was often bored and detached. He was smart enough to probably get into any university of his choice, but that intellect came with a realization that he could work just enough to get by without having to worry about the stress of getting perfect grades. He was a solid B- student and he didn’t mind at all. Raymond, now 21 years old and a junior in college, had fully embraced his status as a B- student. He rarely skipped class because he knew if he did, he would have to do extra work to catch up. He paid attention during lecture because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t have to study as hard when it was time for exams. He optimized his laziness in order to enjoy his free time which was mostly occupied with horror movies, books and smoking pot. Not that he had much going on in his life. He had made numerous friends while at university and would venture out once in a blue moon to be social enough, but he found that crowds weren’t his thing. Often, he found himself shuttered in his one-bedroom apartment after a night of clubs and bars just to recharge his social battery. By and large, Raymond was an introvert who preferred his own company to anyone else’s. On this particular day, Raymond sat in the café near his apartment at a table closest to the front window. He positioned himself so his back faced anyone sitting in the café while he read his book and sipped his afternoon iced red eye with vanilla. He sat like this in order to avoid eye contact with anyone who he might know. If anyone accused him of not being friendly, he could simply say, “Oh sorry man, I guess I didn’t see you.” As he made his way through his book, he felt someone to his right. He ignored whoever it was and continued reading on. The presence moved closer from his periphery and almost into his eyeline, but Raymond continued to read, ignoring the intrusion, hoping his silence would drive them away. The stranger waved his hand in front of Raymond to get his attention. Raymond gave a deep, heavy sigh, rolled his eyes, looked up with annoyance, “Yes?” “I asked if I you were using this chair? Me and...” “No. Go ahead and take it,” Raymond said, not really registering the other person he was in conversation with, other than he was a male with a red shirt and black hair and went back to his book. “Oh...okay,” Red Shirt said and carefully grabbed the chair and took it back to wherever he was sitting. “Fuck,” Raymond said to himself. This was a familiar scenario he often found himself in. Raymond valued his alone time so much that he tended to be short with anyone who he perceived to encroach upon it. Generally, he wasn’t unfriendly, he just kept his social circle extremely small and would get caught up in his own thoughts that he was perceived as standoffish and rude. Over the last year he had made it a point to be more obviously friendly, though he failed more times than not. Again, he gave a deep sigh, closed his book, rose from his chair and turned to find Red Shirt, still not quite sure what he looked like. Luckily, despite the café being somewhat busy, he spotted a red shirt just a few tables away and walked over. “Hey man, sorry if I was rude just now. I was just caught up in my book.” Red Shirt slightly smiled. “No worries. Must be a good book.” “Sorta. It’s kinda weird. House of Leaves...ever read it?” “House of Leaves...can’t say that I have.” “Okay then. Well, I just wanted to apologize and let you know that I’m not a dick.” Raymond waited a beat before turning and making his way back to his seat. As he sat, he began to replay the last minute in his mind. Despite his best efforts to be apologetic and friendly, he realized that he may have come off as awkward and weird, especially considering he walked away rather abruptly. Social interactions were always a weak point for Raymond. He considered going back to explain that he wasn’t actually an awkward weirdo. He turned and saw Red Shirt and his friends already back into their rhythm of conversation and decided against it. Raymond returned to his book and after 20 minutes of reading the same page he decided it was time to leave. He gathered his things, left a tip on the table, and walked out the door without bothering to look back. He stepped out the front door and felt immensely better just being outside. He took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled. He turned right and began walking down the block while fumbling with his headphones. “Hey weirdo!” He stopped dead in his tracks. Without looking he knew it was Red Shirt. Despite their short conversation, had a distinctively low voice. He considered ignoring it, but his curiosity won out. He turned and Red Shirt had already made up the distance and was about 8 feet from him. Red Shirt was smiling, put on his sunglasses and extended a hand to Raymond. “Now it’s my turn to apologize. I’m not some creep following you...well, I am sorta following you, but I just wanted to see what’s up. It’s Raymond, right?” “Yeah...how do you know my name?” “Dude. We had class together last semester.” “Oh shit. I sit at the front, so I don’t really know anyone who sits behind me.” This was true. Since his freshman year, Raymond had sat as close to the front of class as possible to 1) Avoid distractions from students who sat in front of him and 2) Avoid his classmates in general. “What class?” he continued. “Public Policy Communication.” Raymond flitted through his memories and landed on a name. “Nelson!” Nelson smiled and slightly tilted his head. Now that Raymond put the pieces together and assessed that Nelson was someone he could speak to, he took him all in so he would recognize him next time he saw him in a social setting. Standing just a bit shorter than Raymond, Nelson appeared to be just under 6” and maybe about 200 pounds. He was thick, but not fat. ‘Corn fed’ was the phrase that first popped into Raymond’s head. His jet-black hair was a match to his dark eyes. All in all, he was a general looking white dude that didn’t stand out all that much to Raymond. “And Bingo was his name-o.” Raymond was uncharacteristically caught off guard by quip and snort-laughed before catching himself. “Sorry.” “For?” “Nothing...I mean...I’m just awkward sometimes...” “No shit.” Raymond didn’t know how to respond and just stared at Nelson, hoping he would either carry on the conversation or walk away. Nelson, staring right back and Raymond, crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head just a bit and narrowed his eyes and waited a few seconds before asking, “You feel like getting stoned, weirdo?” If ever there was a way to get Raymond’s full attention it was through marijuana. “Sure,” he shrugged. “I’m just a few blocks in the other direction. Let’s go, weirdo.”

Not sure where he was going, Raymond opened the first door to his left and opened it to find it was a closet filled with the normal things a closet might contain: A vacuum cleaner, a few winter coats, tubes of wrapping paper and random boxes. He closed it quickly, trying to remain confident that he knew what he was doing. He made his way a few feet further, on the right was a door, slightly ajar. He tentatively pushed it open and found what he was looking for: the bathroom. Without fully entering, he reached his left arm in and blindly searched for the light switch. After a few seconds, his fingers found the switch and he flicked it up. The room was immediately illuminated and despite not knowing what to expect, he was pleasantly surprised. Before him was a pristine bathroom decorated in whites and blacks. Beneath him the floor was covered in a thin runner of mostly solid black with white accents. The shower curtain, closed, was the opposite being mostly all white with black accents. The countertop before him was barren, save for an ivory white soap container. To his right was a towel rack with two towels, one black, one white. The room smelled of lavender. Nelson told him to get the shower running, but Raymond, instead, slightly pushed the shower curtain to the left and sat on the edge of the tub. “What am I doing?” he thought. He was beyond thrilled. On one hand, he knew if he went along with whatever Nelson planned his sexual appetite would be satiated, one way or another. But on the other, this was still so foreign to him. He felt like he was experiencing a sexual awakening in reverse. Prior to this he had met his partners online via the world’s various apps. When he did venture out with his friends, he did so with the intent to be social and hang out. Sex, to Raymond, was a semi-private affair that he sought out from the comfort of his own apartment. Nelson threw a wrench into how Raymond thought sex should be pursued. It wasn’t too late to leave. In fact, it was never too late to leave. “I’m a grown ass man, I can do whatever I want,” he whispered to himself. He remained sitting on the edge of the tub. He noticed the A/C was on as his exposed flesh became covered in goose bumps. In the brief seconds he sat on the edge of the tub, Raymond ran through a pros and cons list of staying vs. going. As thrilled as he was at the new experience unfolding before him, his logic and reasoning won out. If he stayed and let this scenario play out, he would be allowing a sense of newness and uncertainty into his life that he hadn’t prepared for. All he wanted was an iced coffee and a place to see people but not be seen. Now, here he was, shirtless, cold and in a relative stranger’s apartment, stoned and heeding the words of a corn-fed hunk. “What the fuck,” he thought. Raymond quickly stood, quickly rubbed his hands over his arms and chest to quell the goose bumps when Nelson appeared in the doorway. “What did I ask you to do?” “I’m not...” “I said to get in here and get the shower going,” he said cutting Raymond off. Raymond turned to the shower, turned back to Nelson, conflicted. His eyes darted to Nelson, to the space between his red shirt and the doorway and back to Nelson. Seeing Raymond’s eyes, in one quick motion, Nelson stepped forward while closing the bathroom door. It wasn’t a threatening motion, but surprising in its quickness. Taken aback by Nelson’s step forward, Raymond stepped back, heels hitting the tub, and resumed his position of sitting on the edge of the tub. Nelson gave a sly smile. Instead of disarming Raymond, his heart began to race. This was too much, too fast and too foreign. He began to stand... “Sit.” Raymond sat, rubbing his arms and shoulders to distract himself, not once looking up at Nelson. “Look at me.” Raymond’s eyes remained focused on the black detailing of the rug. “Ray.” Raymond hated a lot of things in his life, but one of the things he hated most was being called Ray. He closed his eyes, shifted his head up and opened his eyes to see a smirking Nelson. “My name is Raymond.” “I know, weirdo.” Nelson stepped forward, now only inches from Raymond’s upturned gaze, much less friendly than before. He placed his right hand on Raymond’s head and felt him flinch. He gently flexed his palm and slowly began moving it down the back of his skull, running his fingers through Raymond’s thick hair, until he reached the base of his neck. He looked down and saw Raymond’s mouth slightly open and eyes closed. Quickly, he grabbed a handful of Raymond’s hair and yanked his head back further. Raymond’s eyes flew open, grabbing at Nelson’s arm. Nelson was faster. His left hand shot out and gripped Raymond’s throat: Right hand pulling his head back, left arm choking him and pushing him up. Raymond’s eyes bulged slightly; his voice caught in the grip of Nelson’s strong hand. Nelson stared down, barely moving. If someone were to witness this, they would see two arms flailing and reaching, while two other arms were flexed and controlled with the only sounds being a slight choking and seething. Raymond’s eyes darted past Nelson to the doorknob. Nelson gave one quick squeeze to the throat. “Stop.” Raymond’s eyes shot up and met Nelson’s. Nelson gave a slight nod, Raymond relaxed as best he could. In one quick motion, he let go of his grips and Raymond heaved forward, coughing slightly. Nelson went down to one knee, gently lifted Raymond’s chin with one hand in a way he had never been touched before. It was an almost loving gesture. “What did I ask you to do?” “To get the shower going.” Nelson stood and moved the shower curtain to the left and revealed the entirety of the shower. Raymond leaned over, not really knowing what he was doing and turned the handle all the way to the right and was immediately met with a spray of cold water. “Good boy. Now get up.” Without waiting for Raymond to respond, Nelson stood, grabbed a handful of hair, once again, and yanked Raymond up, and closed the shower curtain, all in one swift motion.

Raymond and Nelson chatted about this and that as they made their way. And just as Nelson had said, his place was just but a few blocks away. The complex was spacious and well-kept though appeared to have been in existence for at least two decades. Not knowing where he was going, Raymond stayed one step behind Nelson as they made their way across a parking lot and into a courtyard that sat at the center of 4 buildings that looked to hold 4 apartments each. Nelson cut diagonally through the courtyard, up a set of stone steps to a corner apartment, #14. The smell hit Raymond immediately, and he relaxed and felt more at ease. The smell was of an apartment that experienced regular smoke sessions. Where some places Raymond had been were often musty and stale, Nelson’s place smelled warm and welcoming. “Have a seat. You thirsty? I got beer, sweet tea, milk...” “I’ll have a beer, if that’s cool.” “It’s cool,” Nelson replied, once again flashing that smile to Raymond. As Raymond sat on the couch, he watched Nelson bend slightly into his fridge to grab his beer. His red shirt rode up the small of his back just a bit to reveal a smooth, somewhat tanned, lower back. Raymond had never been a fan of labels, especially when it came to sexual attraction. He understood their importance in certain situations but tried to avoid them if he could. But as he watched Nelson stand up and walk toward him, he felt that familiar warmth of horniness grow somewhere within. Raymond was by no means a virgin. Despite his sometimes-social awkwardness and dislike for crowds, he always found time to work out in one way or another. Over the past year he developed a fondness for boxing and made it a point to workout at his local boxing gym as often as he could, and he felt comfortable enough to run with his shirt off, showing the world his smooth, Spanish skin. Standing just over 6” with black hair and brown eyes, Raymond felt that if he were more social, he would be someone others might desire. But his awkwardness and inner thoughts always won out. While not a fan of hanging out with people in social situations, he found that hooking up here and there was enough to satisfy his sex drive. Since attending college he hooked up about once or twice a semester. He found that anything more than that required too much effort to be personable. He also had to find a balance between having randos over and keeping his personal space his. It was a fine line to walk, but he would gladly sacrifice sex if that meant strangers wouldn’t be in his apartment that often. Given his personality, Raymond found that hooking up with guys was much easier to navigate as it required very little effort in general. He didn’t consider himself gay, but sex with men, he realized, was more fun, more detached. “Here you go, weirdo.” “Thanks,” he said taking the can and opening it. “My name is Raymond, by the way.” “I know, wierdo,” he said and winked at Raymond. “What is happening,” Raymond thought. “This stuff only happens in porn, right?” he continued in his head. Nelson returned with his own beer in his left hand and a bong in the right. With his right leg, he moved his coffee table out of the way and stood directly in front of Raymond and handed the bong down to him. “Guests get the greens,” he said and produced a lighter from his front left pocket. Raymond grabbed the lighter and waited for Nelson to move, but he didn’t. He remained standing close over him, smiling while taking a swig of beer. “Cheers!” Raymond said as he lit the bong and took a heavy rip. Nelson was surprised that Raymond didn’t cough. Instead, he looked Nelson directly in the eyes and let the smoke envelop him. It was Raymond’s turn to wink. “This fucker,” Nelson thought. Raymond handed the bong up to Nelson and then the lighter. “No, you light it for me since you’re already down there.” Raymond flicked the lighter and watched the chamber fill with smoke. He looked up at Nelson, who gave a small nod and Raymond pulled the lighter away and watched his host expel the white plume. “This is some good shit,” Nelson said as he released the last of his hit. “For sure. Thanks again for the invite. And sorry for being awkward back at the café. I get caught up doing my own thing, I forget how to be normal sometimes.” “Normal sucks. Weird is where it’s at.” Raymond raised an eyebrow, and Nelson raised his beer. “Cheers, weirdo.” “Cheers!” Within minutes the bong was cashed and the duo sat, both contently stoned. “This is odd,” Raymond blurted out. Nelson, sitting in the recliner diagonal from Raymond, smiled his bright smile. “How so?” “I barely know you. We are here getting stoned and it feels, maybe, like there’s something between us.” “The only thing between us is space. Stand up.” Raymond hesitated. He looked over at Nelson as he sat. There was something slightly different in his eyes from when they were talking outside the café. Maybe this was how functional, sexual beings acted. He assumed Nelson was around his same age. Of course sex had to always be on his mind. It was always on Raymond’s mind, he just never acted on it as often as he would have liked. Raymond stood, not sure what to do with his hands, he put them in his pockets. His mind was racing now. He was excited and nervous, all rolled into one. But he was happy to be getting out of his comfort zone. His desire to be alone was something he valued and appreciated, but now, standing in front of this corn-fed hunk of a man, he realized how much he actually missed the spontaneity of life, something he rarely let himself experience. “Come here. Stand in front of me.” Nelson wasn’t commanding him, but Raymond was compelled to listen. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of his host. Their places switched from when he had arrived. Hands still in his pockets, Raymond looked around nervously, trying not to make eye contact. “You’re nervous.” “A bit.” “Why?” “I’m not used to this...situation.” “It’s just sex.” “Sex?” “C’mon man, you can’t be that dense. Why the fuck do you think I followed you out of the café?” “I...” “Jesus Christ. Fine. Here’s the deal, since it appears you’ve never had someone hit on you. I didn’t need the extra chair. I was trying to just talk to you. But since you’re a weirdo, you made that scenario difficult. Take off your shirt.” “Huh?” “I said. Take. Off. Your. Shirt.” Raymond hesitated for just a second, before pulling his hands out of his pockets and lifting his shirt off his defined frame. His arms fell to his side, but not knowing what to do with his hands, he began wringing his shirt in both hands. “Fuck,” was all Nelson could utter. Standing before him was the definition of sex appeal if you could ignore the awkwardness. Raymond’s naturally tanned Spanish skin highlighted his physique. Raymond wasn’t overly muscled, but perhaps a level or two passed toned. His shoulders and pecs had that perfect combination of being supple and tight. And as Nelson’s eyes traveled south, he admired flatness of the stomach that, when flexed, he knew would reveal a solid six pack. Raymond’s arms were perfectly worked out, defined with just enough bulk to make anyone swoon. Nelson looked closer without moving and noticed that there was very little body hair on Raymond. “Do you trust me?” Raymond laughed, “No. I barely know you.” Nelson laughed in return. “Fair enough. But you trust me enough to be alone with me, smoke with me and be half-way naked.” “Yeah, so?” “Then you can trust me. Go to the bathroom and get the shower running. I’ll be in to join you in a second.” Raymond lingered for a second but made his way down the hall. Nelson followed him with his eyes, taking in the sight. When Raymond entered the bathroom, Nelson reached for his phone and sent a text: “If you aren’t doing anything later, swing by my place in an hour. Make sure to knock loud.”

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

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.. 😉

Chapter 13 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. The Kids ass looked like a nice pussy with the lips of his ass pulled out and red and swollen. You could see the red and pink cum dripping off his cock as he moved over to the Pig’s sling. The guy pulled his hand out of the guys ass and showed Horse how far he go in him. It wasn’t all that far. Horse looked into the Pigs eyes and said “ Are you ready to man up? Be a true Pig and Cunt “. The guy mumbled something and Horse said “ Good “. With that he started pushing the Monster cock up the guys ass. The Cum, Blood and DNA from the Kids ass was now going up the Pig’s ass. The guys eyes sprang open when he realized what was going up his ass. A guy stared rocking the sling so that Horse’s cock would be forced deeper into the latest Victims of the Horse cock. It was really hot to see the guy struggling to take that cock. One moment enjoying it, the next in pure agony as the monster was trying to get in at any cost At the same time the Bio-Hazzard guy walked up to the Kid and Brutally shoved his toxic cock up the kids ass and receded to assault the kids ass and guts. He moved in different angles just to torment the Kid and make it hurt more. A dirty jock that was laying on the floor was pushed in the Kid’s mouth to muffle the screams. The guy stopped and pulled out, the look on the Kids eyes were of relief, he though it was over. The guy grabbed a rather large shard and worked it up into the Kid. With the kids ass ripped open it could have been pushed in with no problem but instead he worked it around in his rectum. He wanted to make it hurt and burn as much as possible. After he was sure that the Kid’s ass was on fire he aimed his toxic cock as the Kids hole and rammed it Home. The kid struggled at the burning invasion but being hog tied as he wasn’t much he could do to stop the Violation or damage that this guy was doing to him. I had warned him that the basement wasn’t for the weak at heart and the guys down here where the type to really work him over and except that he went down there with the intention to get the Max it would almost be a rape case. But as I told him, “ You can’t rape the willing “. I figured the Bumps and what ever else he was given was upstairs helped to persuade him to venture into the basement Dungeon. Horse said “ I am not going to get into this Pig’s ass all the way. Anyone else want to give this Pig a gift to take home”? Another guy I had not seen before said I will give him something. I noticed a scorpion tat on his back above his butt cheeks. Horse pulled out of the Pigs ass, it was gaping open and drooling pink Cum and piss. The guy with the scorpion tat stepped up and said “ This guy is really loose”. He pushed into the guy’s ass n one swift motion. The guy hardly noticed the latest violation. He said “ I don’t think he felt me, maybe is new cunt is numb.” Another guy came up and said “ I can fix that, Pull out for a second”. The guy pulled out and the other one took 2 fingers that were covered with Meth dust and began working them into the Pig’s cunt. He twisted them all around making sure to viciously coat the hole and rub it in to make sure this pig’s cunt was alive, alive with a burning pain. The pig started jerking around with the searing heat and pain that was now in his hole. The guy with the scorpion tat asked him if he wanted him to help cool off his cunt. The guy was shaking his head yes. He couldn’t say anything because of the jock gage in his mouth. The scorpion guy said to take the gage out. After it was removed he asked the Pig “ You want some help? “ the Pig responded yes. Please ! Anything to get rid of the burning “ . The scorpion guy asked “ Where is it burn at Pig?’ the pig replied in my ass. The scorpion guy responded “ Wrong ! That is our new Pussy. You are hear to serve anyone. Now say it. Plead to this guys to use our new cunt Pig”. At the same the was twisting two of his thick callused fingers in the Pigs cunt to make it burn more. Except for the slurping sounds of guys getting sucked there was no noise, everyone wanted to hear the transformation of the Pig. The Pig said “ Please ! Everyone use my cunt but please make the burning stop “ . There was an instant sound of jubilation as everyone knew that the Pig was definitely going to serve tonight and more toxic cum and piss pumped into his mouth and cunt. The Scorpion Guy put his cock into the entrance of the Pigs hole. He pushed the head in and the Pig tried to move to get more in him. He asked the Pig “ Do you want this Toxic , infected snake in your cunt ? “ The Pig responded “ Yes “ The scorpion guy rocked back and forth a little and then stopped. The pig was whimpering, he wanted more action in his cunt.

The next week I walked into the club and saw Tom sitting watching a bear with a big cock use a twink in the sling raw. I went across and stood next to him saying “careful lad, don’t start dreaming about barebacking men otherwise you’ll get pozzed in no time”. Tom laughed and said “don’t think it matters – no-one rides my tiny cock – starting to think my place is taking real men’s cocks like those pups”. I replied “yes, they are good boys, appreciated by the alphas – not blueballed at all because they know where they fit in – filled with proper alpha seed. So what have you been thinking about all week with your cock locked up? Show me”. I flexed and Tom nervously kissed my bicep. I handed him some poppers – “sniff these”. He inhaled a few times and then started kissing all over my pecs, abs and biceps, I pulled by trackies down letting my thick 8 inch cock spring out. He knelt down and kissed it. I said “go on – suck it”. I gave him a few more sniffs of poppers and then he hungrily got to work sucking me deep. I asked him if he liked it and he groaned and mumbled “yes sir” though his mouthful of cock. He kept sucking but then he stopped and I asked why. He asked “is this the time to learn by place and take your cock in my ass – I don’t care if you’re poz, its where I belong”. I said “I think your learning Tom, a lesser man would breed you like a cumdump now – today I’m going to let you taste it and think about whether this is the right thing – taking my poz load would be a big commitment – now get back to sucking”. He sucked more and then my cock throbbed and I shot a massive load into his mouth. He slurped it down and then stood up and we kissed. I could taste my cum in his mouth. We embraced for a while and then I said “what a good boy”. He replied “thank u daddy”. I said – you know “I hope you’ve noticed your cock is the same size as all the other pups in here, you’re smaller than an alpha like me but no longer an incel now you’ve tasted your first cumload”. He smiled a cheeky cute smile and I told him to wait a second. I came back with the key. “Time to unlock that cock for a few moments”. We lay down on one of the mats – me on top of him and kissed passionately. His cock was rock solid. “Pretty big now ain’t it sub”. He whispered “yes sir, when your with me”. And I wanked his cock while we kissed. Having been locked for a week he shot a massive load in my hand in about one minute. I told him to lick his cum off my hand rather than waste it and he did greedily. Then we showered and I let him feel all my muscles then I sent him off locked again to think about whether he’s really an incel or my good pup.

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.

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.

Chapter 1 A couple weeks ago the kid got his first taste of being a whore and what it was like being a parTy pig. He felt bad for a couple days but after that youth took over and he wanted to play again. He contacted me and asked when the next party would be. I told him that we usually got together once a month or so. Work and schedules are sometimes had to get together.. I asked him if he saw the pics and vids of his first time being an out of control slut. He said that he had seen them. Part of it he couldn’t remember but what parts he did was great and that he wanted to do more the net time. He said a couple guys that were at the party stopped at his place and one bent him over the arm of his couch and dry fucked him. He said it hurt but it kinda felt good at the same time. I asked him when this was and he said it was on Wednesday after the party. I told him his ass was probably still sore from the action of the prior weekend. He said the second guy used the Cum of the first guy as lube so it didn’t hurt any. He said that cum was dripping down his legs after they were done with him. I asked him if they gave him anything to help and he didn’t think so. I asked him ow they got a hold of him and he said the somehow had his email address. I told him I had given them it He was disappointed that the next party would be a while off. I asked him what he would like to try next time, what he remembered from the first time he liked. He said he liked it all and that Frank was great. He remembered all the nasty talk he was saying and how great it felt. He said he wasn[A1] ’t expecting anything like the slam. He said all he remembered is that all of a sudden he wanted his ass to take a bull sized cock. He said he wanted more and also wanted to try the sling next time. I told him that after a while we didn’t have him restrained much, just enough to keep him from slipping off the pads. If he got into the sling he would probably be hog tied in a way that anything the guys wanted to do to him would happen. He said “ That sounds great “. I reminded him what happened the last time and he said his insides are aching to get everything again. He also said that there was a strange craving for the wild sex again He asked me about the marks on this butt and how long they would take to wash off. I told him probably a couple weeks. I wasn’t really sure. He said he was with his girl friend and had the lights off when they got in bed. He said he never fucked so long and came so much. She was amazed. I asked if he was bareback and he said she is on the pill so we don’t worry about it. He said he wanted to put it up her bubble butt but she would not let him. I told him “ That is why so many married guys are bi or gay. Wives don’t want sex and rarely give up the back door”. I asked him if he looked at the marks on his ass and he said in the mirror and he said it was difficult to see it. Texted him a pic I had on my phone. He looked at it. For a minute he was quiet. I asked him if he was still on the call and he said yes. He said “ I had a lot up my ass”. I said “ Yes you did . Do you see the marks on both sides”? He was a bit quiet and said “ Yes “ . I asked him to count the numbers under each side. “ He said 3 under a NEG side and 11 under the POZ side “. I asked him if he remembered telling me he wanted to get knocked up like the stories, he said “ Yes “. He was very quiet about his answers. I asked him if he remembered all the times I asked him if he wanted to stop? He again said “ YES”. I think the realization of what all went on was hitting him. He said it was so much fun he was still craving more. I told him that the bath houses in the next town were a fun place to go if he wanted to try again. I told him to think it over and let me know.

I’m Brad and I run a gay sex club in a bunker. Little did I know I had an admirer in the flats across the road. It was revealed one Saturday afternoon as I was setting up when a message came through to the clubs public feed on social media saying “those Chads are so into themselves that they even use each other”. I was a bit confused by this and clicked onto his profile and found he had a blog. The first page I clicked on was titled “Man why do they always blueball me?” and read “I go chasing those girls, buy them drinks, chat to them all evening and then they just friendzone me and go home with the chiseled, muscle jock with the perfect arms and the toned abs”. What a loser! I looked at his article “what is a chad?” His post said “those perfect guys you see at the gym – great jawlines, perfect abs, biceps like mountains. And don’t get me started when their bulge shows through their sweatpants. Man, no wonder I don’t have a girlfriend when they can take them all”. I thought I could have some fun with this lad so replied, “oi, say that to my face, or my perfect arm if that’s all you can manage”. To my surprise I received a reply saying “yeh, mate, sorry I will”. I told him to ask for Brad at the entrance. That evening the desk lad, a twinky pup that draws the bears in, brought him into the club. He looked so scrawny next to all the bears and muscle jocks but would fit in well with the pups. We met in the bar area – the real action takes place downstairs but he wasn’t ready for that. I asked “how old are you and what’s your name?”. He told me it was Tom and he was 23. I said “so you’re here because you were disrespectful”. He said “yes, sorry – I shouldn’t have posted that on the clubs feed”. I told him to go on and he continued “sorry… sir?”. I replied “good boy, learning quick”. He hung his head. I went on “so you always end up leaving blueballed? How does that make you feel?”. He replied “sad sir”. I said “well looks like its gonna end up that way again tonight, I can’t reward you for bad behavior”. He laughed and said “I didn’t expect sex here, you’re all guys”. I said “strange, your blog talks a lot about perfect biceps and chiseled abs – just assumed. If you wanna learn what girls see in them you can kiss and hold mine”. Tom nervously approached and grasped one of my biceps in both his hands and then kissed it and then knelt down and kissed by abs while sliding a hand down his grey tracksuit bottoms. I decided it was time to move on. I asked if he wanted a tour of the club and he nodded. I showed him the pup play area, the sling where two burly men were playing and some benches, one with spanking and one with a bear breeding a twink. I asked him what he noticed and he answered “the men who fuck are the bigger men, bigger muscles and bigger cocks”. I laughed and said “aww is yours small”? He pulled his grey trackies down and said “yeh, this maggot is why I get blue balled”. I said “bet you still go home and wank”. He nodded sheepishly. I said “I’m gonna blue ball you with a purpose this time if you’ll let me – I’m gonna lock your shrimp away in this little cage and in a weeks time I’ll unlock it and we can see whether you’re still thinking about girls or whether its my alpha muscles and scent that your thinking about”.

"Fuck, Tedd. Where'd you find this guy?" "I fucked him at John's Superbowl party!" "I thought you guys were having one of your stupid fights?" "Well I apologized and he invited me to his Superbowl party and I fucked this guy at it." My new friend was fucking my ass long and deep. "Is that true dude?" he asked me. Tedd got in the front passenger door and leaned around to aim his phone at my face. I put my head in my hands. He speeded up. "Yeah, that's true" Tedd finally answered for me. The stranger fucking me bare was about to cum. "oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" "shh please be quieter!" I finally snapped, throwing him off. "Sorry, dude, of course" he stage whispered. "Don't worry. You got a big-ass house. The sound isn't gonna travel that far, bud." Tedd reassured. My immediate concern returned to the penis inside me. "oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" he whispered, this time fulfilling the promise. After a few moments he withdrew. "You guys gotta go." ******* "You're going to John's again?!" Sally was completely exasperated. In the couple months since the Superbowl--and after about a full week to recover from my over-eager escapades--I'd been going over regularly. Under some weird "homos before hoes" code, he said I could fuck there and he'd keep his mouth shut. I kind of believed that at first, but I'm pretty sure he just got off on idea of me getting used by gay men in secret while he hung out and got all the details of my sudden addiction to taking loads. A new episode of ***** came out and all the guys are over. "You know I liked you better when you were homophobic!" We were both taken aback. Sally's tone softened. "That was really uncalled for. I'm so sorry." I gave a sympathetic look. "I know it's tough right now. But honestly I think one problem is that we're together so much of the time and it's good for us to have more time apart...." "Yeah, sure" she said, distracted. "Why don't you call *****?.... Bye hun!" ******** "Are you gay?" She sounded tipsy and she almost never drank. I'd just walked in. I'd had sex with Tedd and another man. "What?" Sally was on the couch in the living room, something was paused on the TV. "Are you gay? Did you just have sex with Tedd?" "What?" "Did Tedd fuck you in the ass tonight?" "What is this about?" I asked, cringing in anticipation of what had given me away. "It's just that John used to say he was the biggest slut and wouldn't spend time on anything but trying to get laid. And then you guys are hanging out all the time!" Good god, she actually didn't know anything! I just about gave up everything. "Baby come on! He paws at me occasionally but I just slap his hand away" I said lightly. "Anyway, John loves exaggerating most of all." "..." "We just hang out. John happens to be gay. His friends are mostly gay! So I hang out with a lot of gay guys!... I thought this was a positive development?!" ********* The confrontation with Sally shook me. I quit going over to John's and blocked Tedd's number. If he wanted to use it, he had complete leverage over my life. But that risk was unmanageable so decided to ignore it. I got tested under a fake name and almost couldn't believe my luck that I was neg. I honestly wasn't sure how many different men had ejaculated in me. It was at least 5 but maybe 6. I repeatedly declined prep, convincing myself but apparently nobody else that my recommitment to my wife was iron-clad. ********* Straight things happened... for a while they were exciting. But soon my mind wandered back to the overwhelming feeling of Tedd's dick opening up my asshole. Squirming in ecstatic discomfort as he made reassuring noises. I had to remind him of my name like 5 more times after that. Most of all, I wanted him to cum inside me. I didn't know how I knew that, but I knew it with absolute certainty. I was just another hole of course in Tedd's grand scheme, but in that moment he wanted to cum inside me just as much.

Finally a good night that I've long been craving. Got 5 loads last night and took 10 cock at the local bar for Blackout. Heading out again this evening, looking to add to the count.

I used to be worried about going to the sauna or out cruising or hitting the nudist beach and bumping into someone I knew, but clearly if I did then we’d have something else in common, so why worry? It has taken me a while to reach that conclusion-perhaps that’s what happens when you get a bit older and don’t give a shit about what people think about you anymore. Don’t think I’ve got any boundaries - as long as everyone involved is comfortable and enjoying it, go for it!

Fuck Flus all around All the gifters settled back in, and we checked on how the other guys were doing. The first few days after the Thanksgiving week everyone was fine. But then it began to hit… The first to go down was Gus, but then, he had gotten several loads from me both during the party and after. He was snuggled in our room, Rob on one side, me on the other as another wave of chills came over him. “You guys gave me your virus, didn’t you?” he asked, point blank. “What do you mean?” I asked him “You and Rob, probably some other guys on the team too. I know that you all got sick for a couple of weeks, and never at the same time. You all have HIV and are getting the rest of the team infected too.” “Yea, too late now. Jon and Seth got it when they were freshmen, ironically from the same guys that infected us. Rob and I got it the start of the school year, and Chris and James got it from me and Rob. You mad about it?” “Nah, kinda hot that you guys set up that little party to stealth all us guys. Some of them may not figure out what is going on, just think they got a bug while home.” “Yea, that was kinda the idea.” Rob said as his hand wandered down to Gus’ cock. “See you are rock hard. Want to get some more viral cum in you while you ride out your fuck flu?” “Fuck Yeah! Want both of you to give me more, help make me really toxic so I can pass it on too. Have some assholes I would love to pass it on to back home over Christmas.” I turned Gus so he was facing me, his ass open for Rob. I had already given him the loads that got him here, so why not let Rob enjoy giving him the first of his Fuck Flu loads. I began to kiss Gus as Rob spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cock. He positioned it at Gus’ hole and began to push. Gus groaned into our kiss as his hole opened up and let Rob in. I could feel his precum leaking out as Rob bottomed out, his balls hitting Gus’ hole. He gave Gus a few moments to get used to it then began to pound his ass. “Gonna add my strain to your toxic body.” Rob said as he began to pound Gus. “Yeah, add it to me, make me so fucking toxic” Gus replied. For the next 10 minutes or so, the only sounds in the room were the sloppy kissing from Gus and me, and the slap of Rob’s balls on Gus’ taint. “Here it comes, flooding you with my load!” Rob exclaimed as he shoved balls deep and began to shoot his cum into Gus. Gus Moaned into the kiss as he felt Rob’s cock throb with each pulse. We laid there for a few minutes, Rob slowly softening in Gus. Gus held on to me tight, resting against me as he fell in to a exhausted slumber from the battle his body was losing to our virus. Rob gently withdrew from him, and we kissed over his body. “Wonder what some of the other guys are doing right now?” Rob asked as we settled down and let Gus recover. … The next day we had a team meeting, and most of the guys did not look well as we sat on the bleachers with Coach Davis in front of us telling us about the practice schedule and what we would need to be doing till the season started after the Christmas holiday. The six of us and Gene, Jason and Don were the only ones who didn’t look like we were dealing with an illness. Coach Davis finished up, and dismissed us all, telling everyone to rest up and be ready to start practices. He asked Seth to join him in his office while the rest of us milled around a bit. I overheard a couple of the guys complaining about the flu they were dealing with, and wondering if it was something they caught at home or maybe from the Night at Seth’s. Rob and I grabbed Gus and were about to head back to the dorm when Alex walked up to us. “Hey Tom, got a sec?” he asked. “Sure,” I said “you guys go ahead I will meet you in a few.” Alex and I walked away from the rest of the guys still hanging out. “What’s up?” I asked him. “I have been feeling like shit for the past few days, and I remember back at the start of the year you kinda had similar symptoms. Some of the other guys may not know it, but I think I know what is going on.” “Yeah? What do you think?” “I think that you and the other guys got us all together to make this team all Poz. And I think it is the hottest thing ever!” “Well, Yeah, the six of us did all set you guys up to get Pozed. Glad you think it is hot. So why did you want to talk to me about it?” “Because I want another load of toxic cum from you, and probably any of the other poz guys.” “Sounds good to me. Your room good?” “Yeah, we can go back to my room.” I followed Alex back to his room, and the minute the door was closed we were all over each other. Stripping each other naked, our rock hard cocks ready to go. Alex’s body had the warmth of his fuck flu that still raged inside him, but his body was raring to go. I pushed Alex back on the bed and raised his legs in the air. I dove in and began to eat his hole, getting it ready for my cock. He moaned as my tongue entered his body. Soon his hole was open and ready for my cock. I spat on my cock, lined it up, and slowly slid in. “Oh god!” he moaned “that is what I need a toxic cock getting in me! Never even knew I wanted this till the flu took over, now it is all I think about.” “Going to give you another dose of toxic cum, make sure you are nice and potent once you are done converting.” I said as I began to slide in and out of his jock ass. “Fuck Yea! Give me more of that Poz cum! Get me nice and toxic!” I pounded his ass as hard as I could, really driving my cock in rough and deep. I looked down and there was a few drops of blood sticking to my cock as I pulled out. “Your hole is getting all bloody form me fucking you, gonna get more of this poz cum directly into you, make sure you are really potent.” I said as I looked back into his eyes and fucked him even harder than before if possible. A little while later, I said ”Here it comes Alex, giving you more of my toxic cum!” With that, I shoved in one more time and began to fill him up. We lay there for a moment, my cock slowly softening after flooding his bloody guts with more charged spunk. I could feel his hard cock throbbing between us. I slowly pulled out of his ass, my cock dotted with pink cum. I kissed him and moved to straddle his legs. I spit on his cock and lined it up with my hole. Sinking onto his cock, he moaned. “fuck, you gonna take my converting seed buddy?” Alex asked “Hell Yea, your cock is rock hard and feels like it needs to shoot some of that charged cum. Gonna mix your bug back in with mine.” Alex just laid there, moaning and occasionally thrusting up, but mostly let me control the fuck. I think he was a little tired to be honest. But far too soon, he moaned that he was going to cum. I rode him even harder and soon felt his cock begin to pulse as he shot his newly Poz seed into me. I collapsed onto him and we kissed as his cock finished shooting in me, and slowly got soft. I rolled off him and we cuddled for a bit till he fell asleep. I covered him up, got dressed, and headed back to my room, where I found Gus asleep in our bed, Rob doing some schoolwork. I kissed him, and told him what had happened. “So, looks like another one of the converts is happy with the results. Lets hope the rest of them don’t come after us.” Rob said. “Something tells me that the ones who figure out the truth will be happy for it, and the ones who are clueless will refuse to admit that anything could have happened.” I replied as I stripped and got into doing my own schoolwork. Things were going to definitely be interesting the next couple of weeks till Winter break.

"I think I'm gonna cancel. I don't care who wins and besides, tomorrow's Valentine's day. Let's snuggle up and watch it together." This was my usual bullshit and she wasn't having any of it. "This is your usual bullshit," she said patiently. "You know you'll have fun. You love John!" "..." "Frankly I'm offended you tried to use Valentine's day. Have some self respect." She was genuinely kidding. I laughed and said, "I admit I panicked. But you're right. John is awesome and I should go." John was awesome and I did want to go. ***** He was right around the corner. We had a six pack in the fridge so I grabbed that and walked over. I knocked a couple of times and he opened the door. "Hey! I didn't think you'd come. How's Sally?" "Oh she's great. She sends her regrets but would rather die than watch the Superbowl." John laughed more than he needed to and I came inside. There were only a couple of other guys there. He hadn't said, but I assumed John would have a bigger crowd but in fact there were just a two other guys. Both of them were like visibly gay. John didn't read as gay. Big and burly, he seemed like one of the guys. I definitely wasn't homophobic but I felt a little uncomfortable because I sometimes had gay fantasies. I'd never acted on them but at this point in my life I kinda figured why not... And I had a crush on John... And I think he knew it. We were all enjoying John's margaritas and I realized going over without eating lunch had been a mistake. One of the other guys, Tedd, took a liking to me. He was maybe mid 30s, but with a youthful look. i liked his tattoos and told him so. John was being his usual charming self and made sure my drink stayed full. He also made sure to be cool, cornering me as I came back from the bathroom and saying seriously "Hey, Tedd wants to fuck you. That's fine with me but I know you and Sally have a good thing going so think twice.. and make sure you know what you're in for." My tongue was loosened by the Tequila. "Tedd is fucking hot." Then I lied. "Sally knows I mess around with guys." He reached his hand back and down my jeans. His finger probed my anus. My dick started to stiffen. "He's got a big dick and you're really tight.... But alright faggot, have fun!" He said brightly. **** I wandered back into the living room as John's other friend was leaving. "Tell John I said bye. I've got a shift." I sat back on the couch. It was half-time. I was so horny and drunk and nervous I'd lost track of the game. Tedd sat next to me and got right to it, undoing his pants and pulling out his cut dick. I stared, frozen for a moment. He grabbed my head and gently pushed down. I scrambled down and sucked his penis into my mouth. My first time. It was harder than my girlfriends and wife made it seem! I struggled to take him as he got hard. He kept calling me "Bud". It was weird. "Suck my cock, bud." "Yeah that's it, bud." "You want to get fucked in the ass, bud?" My heart skipped a beat. I pulled my mouth off him and said "Yes... But here?" "Oh it's fine. John knows what's up. He said he was gonna work out. His equipment is in the garage." "Don't worry. I'll get some lube, bud." He headed into John's bedroom and I heard him in some drawers. I kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans. I pulled them off with my underwear leaving me nude from the waist down. I pulled off my shirt next. I was buck naked in my gay neighbors place waiting to get fucked in the ass by a man. My heart was pounding. He came back with a big pump tub of lube and what I recognized from gay porn I'd watched as poppers. Tedd maneuvered my body so I was on my knees on the couch facing the back. "Does John have any condoms?" "I didn't find any, bud." He squirts a glob of lube on his hand and slops it on my hole and slicks up his cock. He comes up behind me and hands me the poppers. "This'll make it easier, bud." I inhaled and my head spun for a minute. He slid inside me. Tedd fucked me hard, slapping against my ass. His dick was big and uncomfortable inside me but I loved it. It was hot knowing he was fucking me bare. He was definitely going to breed me, I was sure of that. I could tell he was close. I could tell he was trying not to cum. He didn't last. He pounded my hole for a few seconds and then pulled out. I stayed still, panting, as he jerked more cum against my hole. "fuck, you've got a tight hole, bud."

I have a high volume of men breeding me weekly already but yes there are sometimes I'm so insatiable it becomes my very reason for living at that moment. Those times I'm just rabid for cock in any way and I greatly increase the number of men in offering my ass to daily. I totally get it.

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“It needs some time to warm up.” Raymond was unsure what to do. Having had his hair pulled twice and choked hard enough to elicit feelings bordering on fear, he was more than intrigued by what was unfolding. “He wouldn’t actually hurt me. This is all part some elaborate role-playing scenario, right?” he thought. Nelson had guided Raymond to the large bathroom mirror over the sink. Standing behind him, Nelson slowly unbuttoned Raymond’s jeans. Raymond looked down to see Nelson’s nimble fingers at work. “Look at me,” Nelson said and with his left hand he reached under Raymond’s left arm, found his way to his flat stomach, up to his pecs and then finally rested, once again, on his throat. He held Raymond in place while he stared at him through the mirror. Raymond’s eyes stared back, a mixture of fear and excitement. Nelson squeezed just a bit, causing Raymond to arch his back slightly and extend his neck upward just a bit. With his right hand, Nelson pulled the zipper down and Raymond’s jeans fell to the bathroom floor. Raymond glanced in the mirror and saw himself, almost every single muscle on his torso was tensed, letting himself be controlled by a relative stranger. He looked down and saw Raymond loop his pointer finger between his black boxer briefs and his flesh. He closed his eyes and shuddered. As quickly as his eyes closed, they shot back open due to the pressure on his neck and the intense squeezing of nuts. “I said look at me!” Nelson squeezed both hands, one to cause pain and the other to stifle any painful cries. Raymond tried to twist and pull away, but Nelson’s leg met the back of Raymond’s right knee, causing him to buckle and loose a few inches of height. Nelson used the leverage to hinge Raymond backward, still gripping his throat and crotch tightly. Despite the pain, Raymond was surprised to feel his cock go rigid, something that was not lost on Nelson. As Raymond made eye contact, Nelson eased his grips, but still kept his prey bent back slightly. He moved his hand up and began to palm the length of Raymond’s stiff cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” he said as he groped Raymond’s dick. Raymond pumped his hips forward ever so slightly, trying to get as much of Nelson’s hand on his dick as possible. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. There will be time for that and by the look and feel of it, you’re into this. But if this is going to go any further, I need you to agree to some ground rules.” Raymond began to speak, but Nelson squeezed his throat once more. “A simple nod will do. Do you understand?” A nod. “You’re here because you want to be here.” A nod. “I am in charge.” A nod. “You trust me.” A nod. “Close your eyes. Don’t open them until I say so” A nod. Raymond felt the hand move from his throat and he took a deep breath. Moments later he felt two of Nelson’s fingers in his mouth, shoving something toward the back of his throat. “Swallow.” Nelson felt the small pill make its way passed his throat. He was then turned around and felt Nelson’s body heat close to his face. “Open your mouth.” Raymond complied, opening wide to let Nelson know he had swallowed the pill he gave him. But he was more than surprised when he first heard, then felt, Nelson spit into his open mouth. His spit was warm and slightly salty. He began to swallow but was immediately halted when he felt a vice grip on his crotch and his eyes shot open. “I didn’t say swallow. And I said to open your eyes when I say so.” He gave another squeeze, causing Raymond to close his eyes in pain. He held his grip a few seconds longer. “Open your mouth.” He spit once more, waiting to see if he would swallow. He didn’t “Good boy. Use your tongue to rub my spit over all your teeth and mouth.” Raymond complied. “Now swallow and open your eyes.” Nelson stood before him, still fully clothed and more menacing than before. “Get in the shower. Clean up and clean out. You have 25 minutes.” Nelson turned, opened the bathroom and disappeared down the hall. Raymond stepped out of his jeans and peeled his boxer briefs off his body and felt his still rigid cock slap against his lower abs. He looked in the mirror and was thankful he had spent so much time in the gym. He gave his cock a quick tug and admired himself. At almost 8 inches with a decent thickness, Raymond began to slowly stroke his meat, taking in the entire situation that he found himself in. He had a feeling about what was going to transpire, but there were still so many questions, with the most pressing being about the pill he just swallowed. He was brought back to reality as he heard Nelson’s voice from somewhere in the apartment. “Clock is ticking, shithead.” Raymond quickly jumped in the shower and quickly noticed the shower shot attachment. Because of the size of his dick, his last two encounters had him topping, but he wasn’t a stranger to getting fucked. It had been about two years, but something told him that he would be on the receiving end this day. He quickly soaped up and began a series of washouts with the shower shot. After few more rinses just to be safe, he began to soap up his body, noticing that he was feeling tingly and euphoric. He rubbed his hands across his abs, closed his eyes and felt the warm water on his flesh. His dick began to grow, once more. Under the water, he began to jack his meat while his right hand found its way to his nipple. He was lost in the sensation, but a voice in the back of his head reminded him about the ticking clock Nelson had mentioned. He shut off the water and reached for the black towel and began drying off. He stepped out of the shower and noticed his clothes were gone. All that he saw was a red jockstrap on the bathroom counter. Pulling it on, he looked at himself in the mirror. The deep red color was a nice match for his naturally tan skin. The straps accentuated his ass and he gave himself a quick smile of approval, placed his towel and the rack and clicked off the light. He saw that the only lights on were back in the living room so me made his way and stopped when he saw Nelson, sitting on the middle cushion of the couch, legs slightly spread in a black jockstrap, black wife-beater and black baseball cap, taking a hit off the bong. As he was inhaling the smoke in the chamber, he made eye contact with Raymond and pointed to the spot on the floor between his legs. Raymond understood and was immediately on his knees in front of Nelson. Having put the bong to the side, Nelson motioned for Raymond to come forward for a shotgun. Raymond placed his hands on each of Nelson’s thighs to steady himself but was immediately met with a slap across the face. Nelson exhaled and steadied Raymond by the shoulders, moved one hand back to its familiar place on his throat while the other pinched his left nipple. Raymond had never been slapped like that before. It was real and jarring. But he was distracted from the pain by the pain gripping his throat and realized that pill he swallowed made him moan as Nelson tweaked and pinched his nipple. “You have a lot to learn,” he said as he moved forward off the couch. Hand still on Raymond’s throat, he shoved him backwards until he was laying on his back. Nelson straddled his chest, each muscled thigh on either side of Raymond’s arms, but keeping his full weight off. He removed his hand and reached over for the bong and Raymond saw that the lighter had been replaced with a torch and that the bong was entirely different from the one he had hit before. He watched as Nelson began to heat the bulb until tiny wisps of smoke began to appear and quickly the chamber was filled with dense, white smoke. Nelson cleared the chamber, put the bong aside and lifted Raymond by the back of the neck until they were face to face. Instinctively Raymond opened his mouth and Nelson began to transfer the smoke into Raymond’s lungs. As Nelson pulled away, Raymond made a motion as if he were to exhale, but Nelson was faster. He had one hand over the mouth and the other pinching the nose and rocked back slightly to put more weight on top of Raymond. The panic caused Raymond to helplessly thrash. He had no leverage. “Stop trashing!” His eyes met Nelson’s and he stopped moving. “Good boy. Relax. You’re panicking for no reason.” He held his hands firmly in place for a few moments longer and then gave Raymond the release he needed. A large plume of white smoke escaped his mouth and nose, and he coughed a bit. He tried moving once more and was met with another slap. This one harder due to Nelson’s towering position over him. Before Raymond could fully react, Raymond moved his hands to the nipples of his trapped prey and began tweaking them. Randomly switching from soft to vice-like pinches, Raymond began to squirm in ecstasy. Nelson lifted his weight just enough to rub his jock-covered balls up and down a portion of Raymond’s chest and abs. Raymond had never felt these feelings before. His skin was electric, and he felt like he was drifting within himself just slightly. “Let’s try this one more time.” Nelson once again reached for the bong and flicked the torch and saw the curiosity in Raymond’s eyes. “Don’t worry about what this is, go with the flow, okay?” A nod. Nelson cleared the chamber and brought his lips to Raymond’s and filled his lungs with the thick white smoke. Raymond held in the smoke and Nelson smirked down at him. Just then a loud knock came from the front door and Raymond began to instinctively let out the smoke. A hand was placed over his mouth, the other pinching his nose. “Come on in,” Nelson yelled. Raymond began struggling harder than he ever had, trying his hardest to get from underneath the hunk pinning him down. The door opened and shut quickly, but Raymond was position where he couldn’t see who it was. All he heard was another man’s voice. “Holy fuck, dude!”

I apologize for being a bit late in getting the next chapter out. Work/life have gotten in the way this past week, and I have an upcoming work trip, so I am posting this chapter and will have the third chapter up later this week. Hope you all enjoy! This chapter follows Blake and Paul as they explore a more vanilla side to their relationship and Paul gets a big wake up call. Chapter Two: Conversion When I woke up late Wednesday morning I was still exhausted and sticky with sweat, cum, and ass juices. I could tell that I would need to wash my sheets with some powerful soap to get them clean again. Thank god for the cheap plastic mattress — at least it was impervious to anything. I rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror. Looking at my reflection I chuckled, “Paul, you look like hell.” I smiled and felt proud. After stripping the bed, I put on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt and waddled down to the communal laundry room. Throwing my sheets and cover into a washing machine, I loaded it up with soap and bleach before taking the elevator back up to my floor to grab a long shower. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I ran into Chris in the hall. “Dude, you look awful! What happened?” Chris was staring at me curiously, “are you okay?” I smiled and tried to play it off, “yep, just fine.” Chris turned and followed me down to the communal showers. Pushing open the door, I made for one of the stalls. Chris stood outside the stall while I began to take my clothes off. I was increasingly aware of the smell of sex still emanating from my hole and crotch. “Okay, Paul, you don’t have to tell me what is going on, but you know that I’m just going to stay out here until you fess up to why you slept in until almost noon, why you look like you were dragged behind a truck for half a mile, and why you’re not sharing anything with me.” I turned a jet of steaming water onto my body and instantly felt some relief. “Paul, I am wounded!” I could hear Chris’s pout through the stall door. “Okay fine,” I started lathering my hair. “I’m really fine, I just had a late night. Blake came to the concert and. . .” Before I could say another word, I heard the door to the shower room open. Chris muttered “sup” to someone who walked to the other side of the room and walked into a stall. “Busted,” I thought to myself. I stuck my head into the water and started to rinse the lather out of my hair. I turned around and Chris was standing on the other side of the shower curtain peeking in. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, hands flying from my hair to cover my crotch and ass. “Everything good, man?” Asked the voice of the person in the other stall. “Yeah, I’m fine. . .” my heart was still racing. “Fucking hell, Chris, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “I couldn’t just let the conversation die, what did you do after the concert?” “We went to the diner, now get out of here I need to finish washing.” I saw Chris’s eyes give me the once-over. My crotch hand was not doing more to keep my dick at bay than hide it. “I’ll leave you alone, but nice body dude! How come you always wear so many clothes?” “Just go and I will bring you up to speed later today,” I sighed. Chris scurried out of the gap at the bottom of the shower stall. What was with boys lately? I finished my shower and went back to my room. I still had a few minutes to kill before I would need to move my laundry to the dryer, so I picked up my phone. I saw that I missed a text from Blake: *Hey Paul, thanks for such an amazing time last night. You did so well at the concert and I loved getting to know you better. 😉 Hope we can see each other again soon!* My stomach did a curious flip-flop. This boy had a good time, enjoyed the concert, and enjoyed me? I felt like I was walking on air. I started a response to his message before I closed the app and tossed my phone on my bed. Enough time to get back with him later. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention, I still wanted to process and bask in the glow of the reality that a boy actually fucked me last night. I decided to walk to practice a bit before coming back to the dorm to pick up my laundry. I barely closed behind me before there was a loud knock. “What is it?” “Paul, let me in,” demanded Chris’s voice. I stopped tucking in my fitted sheet and opened the door. Chris bounded in and immediately sat on the bed, pulling the sheet back from the corners. I sighed, “hey, watch what you’re doing!” He looked back at the sheet now bunched around his ass, seemingly unperturbed. “You owe me the full story from last night, mister.” Chris let out a long belch. I wrinkled my nose at the beer smell. “Well, after the concert we went and had dinner, then he asked me to show him the organ.” “And did you?” “Well yes, I have the key,” I started before Chris waved me off. “No, you idiot. Your organ.” “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my ears and forehead. “Yes, he got to see that.” Chris collapsed backwards onto the bed laughing. “I knew he was going to get into your pants! He has been asking me to set you up for him for weeks!” Chris stood abruptly and marched to the door, “He better have been a perfect gentleman or I’ll kick his ass.” He slammed the door behind him as he went. “He wasn’t a gentleman,” I said to myself, “but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I picked up my phone from my desk and opened the message from earlier. *Look forward to seeing you again soon! 😉 I’d love to catch up and spend some time with you, but the rest of this week is no good for me. How about we get together a week from today and see what happens?* Not a minute later I got a reply. *See you next week! Save yourself for me.* This boy would be the death of me, but the least I could do was hold back for him. The next week flew by. I spent so much time preparing for tests, juried examinations on organ and piano, and just trying to stay above water with all my other homework. Tuesday night came in a flash and I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Not out of the ordinary for December, but annoying if I was going to get the sniffles right before a date. I went to bed early after drinking some lemon juice and honey to try to soothe my throat. I woke up about 3:00 in the morning shivering uncontrollably. I got out of bed, cranked up the thermostat and pulled two college sweatshirts on over my head. I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. After three hours of feeling delirious from fever (and probably dehydration) I got up and went to the practice rooms at school. I felt like death warmed over, but I still had work to do. Waiting for a massive thermos of tea to brew, I sent an email to my professors explaining that I was sick and wouldn’t be in class that day. I packed my things and made for the practice rooms. At least I could practice for a few hours and go to bed. I spent the day practicing and napping in one of the piano rooms by myself. When I awoke from my third nap, I was still feeling awful and wondered what started me awake. I noticed that my phone was buzzing on top of the piano, so I reached up to grab it. I swiped the call on and said, “Hello?” My voice must have been small and given me away because Blake immediately said, “hey, what is wrong? Where are you?” “I’m over in the music building,” I mumbled. “One of the practice rooms. I’m so sorry, I have been sick today and I didn’t even think about getting together tonight.” I could faintly hear the sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, Paul, I am on my way.” Blake abruptly hung up. I hauled myself off the carpet and tried to pull myself together. How could Blake see me like this? I tried to flatten my unkempt hair back down on my head and tuck my shirt into my pants. It was when I was getting things adjusted that Blake burst into the room. “Omigod Paul, you look horrible!” I smiled weakly, “surprise!” Blake moved to get close to me, shiny with sweat from his run across campus. “Come here, dear.” Did he just call me dear? I melted into his embrace. He smelled pleasantly of hormones and clean sweat and fabric softener. We stood wrapped up in each other and time stretched on. Eventually he lifted my chin and moved to kiss me. “Stop! I don’t want to get you sick!” Blake closed the gap and we locked lips. I was immediately taken back to the week before. Burning with lust as if a switch had been thrown. Blake broke off our kiss and looked me dead in the eyes. “We should go to my place. I can make you some dinner and we can talk.” I packed my messenger bag with my sheet music and tucked my now-empty thermos under my arm. We headed out into the sharp winter winds and I instinctively moved closer to him. He saw the movement and grabbed me and felt me tight to his side. His apartment was two short streets over and we bundled ourselves over the threshold. He took off his coat and made to remove mine, but I hugged it tighter to my side. He seemed to understand and bent down to untie my shoes. I saw his rippling back muscles working underneath his tight workout shirt and felt my cock gently stir. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I made chicken noodle soup yesterday and can reheat some of that for you if you would like.” He strode into the plain student apartment with me trailing in his wake. The place was clean and tastefully furnished. Tidy low bookcases up against a wall with a television on top. He had a deep modern sofa against another wall and a club chair next to a side table and floor lamp. On the table were some books and a couple of coasters. The kitchen was around a bar/partition wall and seemed to be lacking in the usual college boy tacky decorations. Just neat jars of spices, some large containers containing flour and sugar, and an electric kettle. Blake bent down to fetch a large dutch oven out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. After he turned the stove on, he looked back. “You should sit down and try to warm up. There’s an electric blanket behind the sofa if you need some extra heat.” I snuggle up on the couch, still shivering uncontrollably. Blake is still bustling around the kitchen for awhile. He returns and sits down next to me, making sure I am all safely tucked in under the blanket. “Soup should just need about five more minutes and we can eat. I made some biscuits and they’ll be coming out of the oven about the same time.” He puts some of his weight on me. “I’m here for you now and you’re going to be fine.” Finally breaking from his mothering spell I groan, “I’m not fine right now, and I am worried that I am going to get you sick.” Blake’s expression remains blank for a moment, then I notice something in his eyes. . . It was a quick glint, then it disappeared. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise. We’ll talk after you eat.” He quickly got off the couch and grabbed my food, putting it on a TV tray and setting it next to the couch. He went back to the kitchen and got his own food and returned next to me. He was a reassuring presence for me when I was still feeling so crappy. We ate in silence for about half an hour. Everything was delicious and when I made to compliment him he waved me off. “My dad insisted that I learn how to cook. He said it would serve me well, and he wasn’t lying.” Blake cleared away the dishes and came back to the sofa. “Lay down, Paul.” I scooted farther down the couch and lay on my side. In a motion a gymnast would be proud of, Blake leapt over me and cuddled up against my back. We spooned for a few minutes before a noise like a purr began to come from him. I turned my head and saw that his eyes were closed and he was deeply breathing. “Blake, are you okay?” He opened his eyes. “Yes, I am fantastic. Honestly, I’m great and worried. I fell for you when I saw you for the first time in August and the last week has been a lot to think about. . . And we need to talk.” Fuck. He’s going to say that he cares about me as a friend or he has a girlfriend or he’s transferring schools. . . “Paul, you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but now it is trying to kill you.” I looked at him, puzzled. He stared back at me in earnest. “I told you that I wanted to be a part of you, and in a very real sense I am. You were the first person that I made love to since my conversion.” I still had no idea what he was talking about. He changed religions? What was this about a conversion? And why did he have this predatory look in his eye? Blake could tell that I was confused and he chuckled a little. “You really are as pure and innocent as you look. Well, at least you used to be.” With one solid motion he brought us to a sitting position. The electric blanket slid onto the floor and he picked me up and stood. “Come on, there is something I need to show you.” Cradling me like a bride walking into a new house in the arms of her husband, Blake carried me down the hall and into the rest of my life. As he pushed open the door to his bedroom my eyes widened and I shivered. Red light shone from covered lamps, illuminating rows of shelves containing bizarre statues. Cans of cloudy liquid were dotted around the room, where various rubber and leather straps and tools hung from hooks or the ceiling. A collection of gas masks were on top of a large, intimidating-looking machine in one corner. The center of the room was taken up by a huge contraption of leather straps and shiny chrome loops. “What is this place?” Blake, eyes shining bright from the red light of the room responded, “this is our home.” Before I could say any more, he kissed me deeply and I felt us moving. He deposited me in the leather sling in the middle of the room and made quick work strapping my arms and legs in. He kept his tongue probing my mouth as he worked, only breaking our kiss to remove his shirt and drop his pants. This was the first time that I really got to see Blake from all angles. Mirrors on the walls and ceiling let me see how perfectly formed his ass was and how his back rippled like a Renaissance sculpture. This was the first good look I had gotten of his cock, and I couldn’t believe it had been inside me. Easily ten inches long and thick as a Red Bull can, the hooded head slowly unfurled as it grew with every beat of his heart. Little droplets of precum were flowing from the tip they fell gently to the floor, leaving whispy trails of fluid hanging from the slowly pulsing head. Blake dropped down on his knees and I felt his tongue go for my hole. “When I first decided to knock you up, it wasn’t a hard decision. I’ve never seen anyone look so prim and old-fashioned as you. It made me fall in love with you.” His tongue probed my hole after each phrase. “You look like how I feel inside. Proper and respectful, good at knowing what I want.” He removed his face from my crack and kissed me deeply. I could taste the musky, salty essence of my own body. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down in the sling. “You got given the gift that only I can give you. You have a part of me flowing inside.” My lust and panic feelings kept competing for each other as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He spit on his dick and drooled a bit of spit onto the outside of my hole and began to rub it into my opening. I moaned deeply. My body was giving up on different feelings, it was sensory overload. Blake released a growl and bent over where his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt the head of his cock teasing my hole. As he started to push in he whispered in my ear, “the sickness you’re feeling right now. . . How awful you feel. . . I felt like that a year ago after my first experience at a bathhouse. I didn’t know what was happening to me, either. It was my first semester at college and I needed an outlet for how I felt.” Blake started to slowly pump in and out of my ass. “I got a room and was fucked. For six hours my hole was constantly invaded by a parade of men. They felt my muscles, called me a slut, and bred me.” The pumping got deeper and faster. Blake began to pant, “I never felt so fulfilled as when I was with those men, doing what real men do. I vowed that I would give that experience to another boy someday. The boy that I loved.” His strokes were now full-body. As much using the harness to impale me on his massive cock as he was meeting me with his hips. I was robbed of all senses but pleasure. His jackhammering of my hole increased in intensity up another notch. “You are converting over to me,” Blake panted. “My HIV is going to forever be a part of you. There will be no escaping me now, no matter what happens to us.” I gasped in fear and utter ecstasy. Before my brain could really process what I had just been told, I felt Blake’s cock swell and start to pulse. With a cry, my own cock started to spray my face and chest with cum. “Take my charged load, Paul. I love you” Blake collapsed onto my chest. As the post-orgasm glow started to fade, the fever and aches rushed back to my body. I groaned out, “Blake.” He looked up into my face, my sticky cum slipping down his face. I reached for his cheek and rubbed my essence into his cheek. The powerful animal who had just forcibly taken my hole as his own was a huge mass of muscle, sweat, and sex. His cock slowly deflated before slipping out of my ass. Blake, now back to his usual shy self tenderly caressed my hair. “You have no idea what this means that I get to share my gift with you.” My thoughts were racing. This was undeniably hot, but what was I doing? How could I allow someone else to do this to me? “Is this sickness because I am converting?” Blake kept eye contact with me. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure, but you look just like I did when I converted. How do you feel about the information?” “I can’t lie to you, I don’t really know what to think.” I saw Blake’s face fall, “this just wasn’t a part of my life plan before. I know it isn’t the death sentence it once was, but I’m conflicted.” I saw the walls going up in his emotions and could tell he was feeling bad. I had to try to save whatever there was between us. “Before you feel bad, I want you to know that while I process everything, I need you to know something: I have never felt so happy to have a person in my life as I feel about you. I will do what I can to keep you.” Blake’s eyes resumed their twinkle and he gently nibbled on my collarbone. “Thank you. I was hoping you would feel that way.” We stayed in that position for another ten minutes before I started uncontrollably shivering. “I know that I promised you that we would talk, but right now we need to get you to bed. Let me get you tucked in. You’ll stay here with me until you are feeling better.” Picking me back up, we left his play room and he took me into a simple bedroom. He set me into bed before grabbing me an extra blanket. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was feeling his naked body slide into the bed next to me and pull me to his chest. Whatever happens next in my life, I cannot deny that it will be a different adventure than I once thought it would be.

Daddy Mason looked back over his shoulder at Trevor still kneeling on the floor, staring at the tattoo on the black stud's back and stroking his rock-hard pig boy cock. Daddy Mason's smile was a mixture of lust, horniness and a sensual darkness. “You like what you see whore?”, he asked. Trevor moaned softly and licked his lips. “I asked you a question pig! You need to answer me.” “Yes, Sir”, Trevor said hoarsely. “You are magnificent all over.” Daddy Mason's grin widened hearing this. “You like my tattoo, boi? Do you know what it means?” Trevor was breathing heavy and still stroking his hard thick cock. In a trembling voice he said, “Yes, Daddy Mason. I know what it means.” There was a pause before Daddy Mason spoke again. “You didn't tell me if you liked my tattoo or not boy? Do you?” Trevor started to answer two or three times but couldn't get any words out. His face was a combination of desire, hunger and uncertainty. Even with all the drugs he'd taken since Friday night there was still hesitation and resistance. Daddy Mason could see the conflict in Trevor's eyes and face and wanted to let Trevor make the decision we all knew he was going to make anyway. His eyes and face seemed to soften as, still speaking to Trevor over his broad muscled shoulder, he said, “Stand up and come here, boi.” At once Trevor got to his feet and walked across to the black stud he'd been obsessed with ever since seeing him. Trevor stopped just inches from Daddy Mason's tall massive body. “Take your hand and run it over my tattoo, boi. Feel it, and with your other hand feel Daddy Mason's fat thick black cock that you want so bad. You can have what you want baby. You can belong to Daddy Mason and his cock from now on. But I'm all one package. You take everything that Daddy Mason is and has, or you take nothing. Feel my tattoo and feel my big cock that you need in your holes. Do it boi!” Trevor reached up a shaky hand and began running his fingers gently across and over the red warning emblem on Daddy Mason's skin while at the same time Daddy Mason grabbed his other hand and placed it on his throbbing monster. Trevor moaned at the feel of the hot flesh in his hand and started jacking it automatically. At the same moment he leaned forward and began licking and kissing the red ink on the black skin. “Hell fucking yeah!” Leather Daddy whispered from behind me as we watched Trevor's resistance giving in to the meth-induced hunger and need, regardless of anything else. I felt Daddy's thick toxic cock throb inside my tight wet hole as Trevor's final losing battle against corruption began. Daddy Mason growled low and darkly as he felt Trevor's hand grip his cock tighter and felt the pig's lips and tongue more urgently on his tattoo-covered skin. “Yeah, pig boi. Hunger for it. Give in to the hunger and let Daddy Mason give you more than you can imagine. Let me make you MINE pig! Let Daddy Mason give you what you need and want.” Still licking and kissing the symbol of his ultimate fate Trevor whispered just loud enough for all of us to hear. “Yes, Daddy Mason. I'm so hungry for you and everything you can give me.” Then, more loudly, “Make me yours, Daddy Mason, oh gawd, please, I wanna belong to you in every fucking way!” “Tell me slut. Tell me plainly what you want and need your black Master to give you. Let me hear you say it and you'll get it all.” “I want your babies, Sir. I want your dirty fucking bug and dirty cum inside me and making me like you. Make me fucking pregnant with your POZ cum! Oh gawd PLEASE!!!” “Fuck yeah whore! There's no going back now. Daddy Mason's about to fuck you POZ!!”

Fucking be in Hog-Heaven to be their breeding Pig!!!

Our bedroom this morning. It was Saturday morning which means I get fucked. Usually I top when home but every Saturday morning I get fucked by my husband. This morning he put his thick cock in my hole and fucked me gently until he was ready to blow and then started up fast until he'd bred me deep. I sucked him clean and then we went to lunch. It's a good life I'm living.

This DOES spark my curiosity. Hope you'll be adding to it very soon.

I'm generally with you on this. I like having an amazing massage without wondering if something is or is not going to happen. I did, however, have one incredible massage that surprisingly led to more, never saw it coming until the very end. He was a crazy hot Latino guy, kind of football player build, with a sexy as fuck accent. Awesome massage, one of the best I've had, and I was totally fine with it being just a massage. Things changed at the very end and he got me off and I sucked his beautiful cock that was pouring precum. Needless to say I had a few return visits and always left with a mouthful:)

I’m a slammer. And so are many of my buddies. I’m spent many hours with Tina dick in my mouth. It doesn’t matter.

fskn's spot on. Both can be a lot of fun, especially for an uncut Cock. If I'm after a particularly tight Hole, I pull the foreskin forward and bunch it against the Hole, whereupon at least some of the foreskin precedes my Cock. But then, I love rimming, eating a Hole before Breeding it, so it'll already be mouth-lubed. I happen to be on the thick side, so that's always in the back of my mind too. A tight Hole can present challenges that are a pleasure to overcome, and a loose, wet one is a whole palette of pleasure. That said, fskn and I are of one mind about the thrill of rutting in a Hole full of Sperm off other Cocks. It truly IS one of the reasons to be ALIVE !!!

ASSMUNCH I woke up snuggled against Kevin like usual with my morning wood crushed into his ass. Would this fascination and peaceful satisfaction happen every time I woke up with him in my arms, I wondered? I didn’t want to ever grow bored with this, with his big healthy body, with the smell of him, his heat that was better than any blanket. I sighed in contentment. Carol had come in during the night to wake us to say goodbye with a lingering kiss for each of us before she snuck out. She said her flight was at nine out of Austin so we wouldn’t see her before she left. My Army clock in my head told me it was a little after 0200. We didn’t ask what she’d done with Tim but I’d make sure my little brother’s head was screwed on right about it all so he didn’t get attached. Carol wasn’t for him but maybe I was underestimating him and not giving Carol enough credit for keeping him in the right lane. I trusted her not to break my brother’s heart. After all, she knew how to handle me to perfection when we were together. Still, I needed to be sure. It turns out I didn’t need to worry at all. Tim was fine. A bit cocky and acting like he was now a full grown man after losing his virginity to a college girl, but fine. “She was incredible.” He said to me when I asked. “I can’t believe you aren’t still with her. If she was my girlfriend I’d never let her go.” “It’s not letting go when you both know it’s time to move on, bud.” I explained to him. “I still love her, of course. She’ll always be my first, and I’ll always love how we taught each other to be unashamed to push ourselves to be the best we could be with each other. And…” “And what?” He asked impatiently before I could articulate after my pause. “And she’s responsible for Kevin and me finding each other. Not our friendship, but she brought Kevin and I together completely. She’s the one who suggested I let Kevin get what he wanted so that maybe he could get over his crush on me and find a boyfriend of his own.” I laughed a little. “We couldn’t have been more wrong about how that worked out, but she’s pretty amazing. She was actually happy and excited to pull Kevin into our relationship. So tell me… did she eat your ass?” I asked him. “Oh fuck yes… that tongue of hers. Are your balls supposed to hurt every time after sex?” He gushed. I chuckled because I knew exactly what he was talking about. “Only when you cum hard, and over and over again. Wait until tomorrow when your whole body is sore from the workout she put you through.” He reached down to his abdomen, then his thighs, then his ass. “Tomorrow? I’m fucking punished right now!” “It’ll get worse, you haven’t even begun to feel the full effects. Maybe if you’re not an asshole today, Kev and I will give you a rubdown before bed.” He smiled. Then scowled. “Don’t get any ideas, I’m straight. It’s confirmed now.” I hugged him. “Yeah, uh huh. Me too. Totally straight.” I let him stew on that for a minute. “Don’t worry bud, we don’t want to molest you. But you’ll appreciate a massage by tonight when you have trouble climbing up the stairs. I’ll let you call it though.” He sheepishly came to my room after we all went to bed Sunday night and asked for that massage. Kevin and I worked him over good while we got specific details about what happened with Carol. We just ignored his throbbing boner as he relived his first full sexual experience. Carol didn’t just fuck him, she took hours to teach him how to do it right. He said she finally got him to be an ‘pretty good’ kisser. He proudly told us she’d said he had a wonderful dick. “Wow.” I said, after he told us she was okay with him shooting his load inside her. “I never got to do that.” I admitted. “She’s on the pill, she said.” He explained. “But she told me never to do that with just anyone. You can never know when it might get a girl pregnant, and there are some girls who WANT to get pregnant by a guy so I have to be careful. And she said there are diseases, even though I know all that. But she did say a person doesn’t always know they’ve got it.” He trailed off, and I knew he was thinking about something. “Say it bud, go ahead and ask whatever it is you want to ask.” I said. “Are you…” he stopped. “Are you and Kevin… you know… worried about AIDS? If you’re gay, you could get it, right? You guys don’t use condoms.” I had to admit, that caught me off guard. And it was something that did weigh heavily on me. The military only ran an AIDS test on intake, and did a full screening for everything at our periodic mandatory physicals. In fact, I should have one coming up before I reported to my next duty station. But I was pretty safe and insulated in the military. I was more worried about Kevin. And I was caught off guard again with the spike of jealousy that seized my heart at the thought he might, in a moment of weakness when we were so far apart, have sex with another man. I put that thought in the queue of things to discuss with Kevin when we had the chance. “You know straight people can get AIDS too, right?” I asked him. “Yeah, from sharing needles, or like that kid Ryan White who had a blood transfusion.” He answered. “Dude! Straight people get it from unprotected sex too. You think Magic Johnson was a junkie? Fuck this stupid ass backwoods Texas town and their fucking dumb ass School Board. They should be teaching you this stuff in health class. If they aren’t teaching you about it in Health, where are you getting this information?” Even the Army told us the bare minimum about it when recruits got the ‘talk’ about STD’s. He shrugged. “My friends. I mean, we don’t talk about it much but the news says it’s mostly gay dudes that get it.” It was hard to blame him, I didn’t know a whole lot about it either. It just wasn’t on my radar. I had to admit I thought the same thing Tim did when I was in high school. My friends and I would joke around about it because it wasn’t actually real to us. It was something that happened to other people. None of us knew anyone that had gotten AIDS. This whole conversation was making me really uncomfortable. In 1993, we were still calling it AIDS. “Look Tim. Kevin and I don’t get around, and we don’t plan to.” I said, speaking for Kevin. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about. But until you’re with someone in a relationship you should always be careful. And even then, don’t get her pregnant. Cum in her mouth, or in her ass or shoot it all over her tits.” “I will.” He said. I wasn’t sure I believed him though. I knew what teenage boy hormones did to a guy and how sometimes your head went crazy and stupid when you were so horny you couldn’t think of anything but sex. I’d tried to explain it to Carol once, but she couldn’t understand how your brain couldn’t focus on anything rational when your body was in that state and how when you were so horny your dick wouldn’t stop bugging you and you got crazy ideas of all the things you just HAD to do with it. Of course Tim went to school on Monday so he could strut around as a no longer virgin stud and tell all his buddies about his night with Carol. I called the ROTC teacher, MSGT Rivas to see about coming to talk with the kids in the high school cadet program about the Army. He thought it was a great idea. I wish I’d brought my battle dress uniform, my BDU’s. I loved my Class A Dress Uniform, and was really proud to wear it, but really wanted to look more tough for the other part of the plan that involved Tim’s bullies. Class A’s were pretty, but I needed tough and battle ready. I needed sleeves rolled, pants bloused in boots ready to kick ass. I wished Carol was still here, she’d be up for a little PDA with Tim to bolster his reputation. On Tuesday morning we got ready to head to the school. “I hate you.” Kevin said, looking at himself in the mirror. Kevin was the other part of my plan. He had a rockin’ body and I had to admit he was way sexier and more masculine looking than me. Don’t get me wrong, I felt I had a strong He-Man game goin’ on and a serious deadly soldier persona I could project. I was no Arnold or Van Damme but Kevin said the way I moved was like a stalking predator. Still, Kevin’s mass and confidence were levels above me. Like I said, he was Viking Tarzan and I needed him, no … Tim needed him to put on a good show to shut the bullies up. I knew their type, hell my former best friend in high school was exactly that type. So, Monday I took him shopping to get some clothes that would really play up how he was all man and I was impressed with the results. He was not. “Shirt’s too tight.” He mumbled. “My ass looks too big in these jeans.” He muttered. “Cowboy boots?” He murmured. “My bulge is ridiculous” He grunted in disgust. “I’m not wearing a fucking hat, I’m drawing the line.” I smiled. “Yes, yes, yes and yes. Now do your hair in that warrior’s knot. Remember this is for Tim.” He glared at me. Glared. “That’s the only reason I’m doing it, and you’re going to pay for doing this to me.” ‘Fuck I hope so.’ I thought. Yeah, this look wasn’t Kevin at all, but man he looked FINE! Those Wrangler jeans were so tight I could see his thigh muscles flex when he walked. His meaty ass stuck out proudly as the stretched fabric supported the weight of his large glutes, further enhanced by the heel of the Justin boots he wore. Even his track honed calves pushed the boot cut jeans to their limits. The western shirt I bought a size too small strained at every seam without a single loose thread. Grey, like his intense, beautiful eyes. “I’m not a Kicker” he complained. Kicker was the term we used in Texas to describe a country redneck, those guys and girls who were in Future Farmers of America, who were all about farms and pickup trucks and two steppin’, huntin’, monster truck expo’s, tobacco dip in the lip, boots and Wranglers, oversized rodeo belt buckles and everything Country. It was it’s own culture here in Texas and was revered above all things. “No, and I don’t want you to be. But you can pretend for one day.” And maybe later during…other activities. I thought. You know, as I thought about it, I realized Kevin was the type of guy who could wear anything and look good. It must be his dark, brooding looks. The plan went better than expected. We got stares and whispers walking through the school. Escorting Tim to a couple of his classes, eating the awful cafeteria food with him at his lunch table which I admitted was just slightly better than an MRE, and running into his group of bullies in the hall. Kevin was in a suitable bad mood about ‘being dressed up like a clown’ so the pissed off look on his face played into the plan perfectly. And so did Roger Kendall when he bounced off Kevin’s shoulder thinking he could muscle his way through the three of us without stepping aside. I have no idea what he was thinking trying to shoulder Kevin like that but it backfired spectacularly. Kevin looked like he hadn’t even felt it. “Watch where you’re going, asshole.” Kevin spat at him. Roger’s friends seemed smarter than him and stepped back to avoid a confrontation with the Army soldier and the jacked up kicker. Roger was not so smart. “You fuckin’ watch it.” Roger sneered after he regained his balance from nearly falling. Kevin snorted. “Watch what? Watch you nearly fall on your ass? Let’s do that.” And Kevin took a step forward. Roger back stepped and finally his moronic brain took an assessment of what he faced. I could swear he looked ready to shit his pants. I did my best Zeus impression to give him that look that said I could dismember him with hardly any effort at all because he was so far beneath me I almost felt sorry for him. And if he hadn’t been such a pest to my little brother I probably would have felt sorry for him. This was the type of guy who had one trick - small town football jock. He wasn’t smart, had a shit personality, and was frankly less than average in the looks and body department. I suddenly realized he’d be stuck in this town for the rest of his life. His stupidity, arrogance and meanness would give him few options unless he changed. Oh, he might try to leave home and dive into a bigger pool, but he’d soon find out being the big fish in a small pond got him jack shit out in the real world so he’d come limping back with his tail between his legs to relive his high school days of the local football star and for the rest of his life he would suck on the sour reminder that he wasn’t truly anyone special. But fuck him. Killeen, Texas was littered with dumb cow turds like him who never grew past their high school popularity and spent the rest of their lives stuck in the regret that high school was the time when they peaked. “C’mon, Kevin. This little high school boy isn’t worth your time.” I said, stressing the word ‘boy’, hoping he felt as insignificant as I thought he was. “You’re right, Tom.” Kevin answered. “He’s just a dumb jock. They aren’t bright enough to walk in anything but a straight line.” Roger’s eyes got wide. “You’re Kevin and Tom? You’re the fa— uh.. the…uh..” “The what? Who are you?” I knew exactly who he was, and knew the word he was about to use but couldn’t when faced with the reality that we weren’t the little fag bitches he thought we were, but I needed to send the message that he was a nobody to us. “Uh… Roger.” He said. God his speech was worse than the village idiot’s. “Hmm. Yeah, don’t give a shit. Come on Tim, you have Mrs. Finlayson next, right?” “Yeah.” Tim answered. And when Kevin went to put his arm around Tim’s shoulder and walk away, his now hard muscles ripped his too tight shirt under the arm. It couldn’t have gone more perfectly. He’d hardly moved and was busting out of his clothes. Tim wasn’t going to have any more problems with Roger or his buddies. “You know that guy?” I asked Tim, making my voice loud enough for Roger to hear. Tim caught on quick. “Yeah, I’ll tell you all about him when we get home.” He said just as loud. “Uh, Hey Tim!” Roger called as we walked away. Tim turned his head to look over Kevins big meaty arm. “What?” “Uh, be cool, man. Let’s hang out sometime.” I nearly laughed when I saw the desperate look in Roger’s eyes. Yeah, Tim wasn’t going to have any more problems. We left Tim after fifth period. I’d had a great time today. The ROTC kids were good kids, and Master Sergeant Rivas’ constant scowl kept them well behaved. Do you think they teach that scowl in whatever Sergeant’s School they sent them to, or are all Sergeants just in a permanently pissed off mood? I hadn’t met a single one yet that hadn’t mastered that look. Hell, the man was retired and teaching now, but I guess the Army never leaves you. Or he didn’t want to let it go, hard to tell which. Kevin, however, was still grumbling as we drove home. “Worse than a jock strap.” He muttered about the tight Wranglers I made him wear. “My dick’s gotta be able to move.” I smiled at him and that only darkened the storm clouds in his eyes. “Babe, you look fucking fine as shit.” I told him. “I know you don’t like being dressed up like that, but holy fucking cow… I just want to stop at the grocery store to parade you around and watch all the women drop their panties. I don’t even care that they wouldn’t spare a glance at me. You have no idea how hot you look.” “Don’t you fucking dare! You’re taking me home and I’m getting out of this garbage as fast as I can. I think these fucking things are buried in my ass. And these boots suck. How do guys wear this shit? And my pits are hanging out now that I’ve ripped both sleeves. You couldn’t buy me a bigger shirt?” I smiled again. “Well, once you break ‘em in they’re super comfortable. Both the boots and the Wranglers. The shirt? Nah, that was all for me.” He hauled off and slugged me HARD in the arm. Then he reached up and ripped his left sleeve off the rest of the way, then the right, sighing with relief as his arms were finally freed. “Sorry about the shirt.” He said sarcastically. I laughed. “Don’t be sorry… that’s even hotter.” Did I detect a patented Kevin smirk? “But we do need to stop, sorry.” I mean, we didn’t HAVE to stop but I figured why not? I’d seen a commercial about KY lubricant, for HER, it said, and I was fascinated to try it with Kevin. So far, we’d only ever used spit or hand lotion, which was fine but I thought something really slippery might be exciting. As long as it wasn’t greasy like Vaseline… fuck… never again. Not only did it smell, but you literally couldn’t wash that shit off you. That one time I had to endure greasybutt all day at school after Kevin railed me was enough. I wondered if gay guys had some secret stuff they used for fucking. They had to. I just had no way to find out, and wasn’t sure if I would be brave enough to go where ever they sold it. My mind imagined all sorts of sordid and unsavory places. So we did stop at the grocery store where they sold the KY FOR HER in the personal hygiene aisle near the condoms. Kevin, usually oblivious to the people around him, finally whispered to me. “What are they staring at? I look stupid. Fuck you, Tom, for doing this to me.” I chuckled. “They’re staring because you’re the best looking guy they’ve seen all week. Dude, do you ever look at yourself in a mirror?” I couldn’t believe he had no idea. He looked like he walked out of a Chippendales Calendar, his ripped sleeveless cowboy shirt, those painted on jeans, all of it barely held in by cotton fabric that I knew everyone in here would have traded places with in a minute. His shoulders protruded round and full from the jagged holes in his shirt, his biceps and triceps in a war of which were bigger, which wasn’t helped by his obvious tension that forced them to flex unconsciously. His big meaty pecs and wide chest pulled the button holes sideways on the buttons that I swear were going to pop off any minute, I actually couldn’t believe they had lasted this long. His chest hair showed through the V of the undone top two buttons. And his bulge was ridiculous, I agreed. That was an unintended side effect. God help everyone if he got hard in those jeans, just soft and crushed it was too noticeable. Even the guys were lingering a bit too long with their looks. I caught two gawking at Kevin’s ass bouncing as he strutted down the aisle. That’s the thing about cowboy boots. If you had a naturally long stride, like Kevin, they made your ass move. And somehow joining the track team at MIT gave him that same walk every fit jock possessed. It was a sauntering ride on a precisely measured pace. Short steps were on the balls of the foot. Long steps heel to toe. His ass bounced regardless. Our checkout girl flirted with him shamelessly, smiling brightly at our purchase of the lubricant, probably thinking there was some lucky girl who was going to ride this cowboy and I saw her wink at him. I knew that signal. It screamed ‘I put out, come find out’. All of this amused me to no end, but the best part was how oblivious he was and still in his own little gear turning world in his head thinking just the opposite. When we got home I didn’t even have the door closed before Kevin threw me up against the wall. “If I didn’t love you I’d kick your ass!” He grunted. I grinned. “Oh good, you boys are home. How’d it go at school?” Mom asked from the kitchen around the corner. “We’re not done, mommy saved you for now.” He whispered the threat. “Fine Mrs. Brickmann. It was good to see my old teachers, and hanging out with Tim was great.” He called to her in a perfectly normal, happy voice. He released me physically, but held me with his storm cloud filled eyes. I felt my dick swell. God, the things he did to me. I was a trained soldier, commanded a Platoon of some of the toughest guys I’d ever met, was willing to rush into battle and kill for my country, but Kevin made me feel like a soft little puppy. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re back, I need to run to the grocery store, I forgot the beans.” Kevin allowed me to slide past him, turning his glare to follow me as I went to the kitchen to give mom and hug and a kiss. “We were just there, I wish I’d known. But we can go back.” I heard Kevin growl behind me. “No sweetheart, you’ve been out all day. Relax, go change.” She said, turning around from the counter and smiling. “You look so much like your father in his uniform, Tom.” Her eyes glistened a bit. “Kevin, what happened to your shirt?” She asked. “It ripped. Tom didn’t buy the right size.” He muttered. Mom looked at me and I grinned. Mom wasn’t stupid. “You look very rugged and handsome.” She said. “I’ll be back. I’ll probably be gone an hour, but if Tim gets home before I do make sure he gets his homework done before any TV.” “I will Mom.” She walked out through the garage and as soon as she left Kevin punched me in the chest. And not lightly. I staggered back on one foot. “Oh, is the little soldier hurt?” He mocked me. “No. If that’s all you got I don’t have to worry about getting hurt.” I goaded him. I think I only got to the word ‘worry’ before he slung me over his shoulder and ran up the stairs carrying me to my room. “You want to play games?” He said roughly. He threw me on the bed and in the same motion grabbed my ankles, tore off my dress shoes, smearing their shine with his greasy paws, but I didn’t care. Then he flipped me on my stomach, grabbed me by the belt and pulled me so I was hanging off the bed, bent over. Then he laid into me with a huge whack of his hand and my ass stung like fire. “Oh shit! Fuck that hurt!” I yelled at him. “I thought the little soldier boy wasn’t worried about getting hurt? Shut the fuck up and take your punishment.” I swear he whacked me harder the second time. “Stay there, don’t you fucking move an inch.” He commanded in a throaty growl. I didn’t move while I heard him run downstairs then back up. He returned with my cover that I’d removed from my head after entering and put on the breakfast bar. He threw it at me. “Put it on.” He ordered in a commanding voice that sent thrills running through my entire body, centering on my ass. I wasn’t going to argue with him about wearing your cover indoors, I just did as he told me. He flipped me back over onto my back and snatched at my belt, undoing it and unbuttoning my trousers. Then he violently flipped me back onto my stomach and yanked them and my underwear down my ass. He didn’t care that my now hard dick was twisted painfully before it sprung free. He gave me two more hard swats which made me break into a sudden sweat and scream. Except for jumping when his hand made contact, I still hadn’t moved. “Have you learned your lesson?” He grunted. I hesitated. I was caught between not wanting another smack and wanting him to tear loose on my ass. “That’s a no.” And he hit me again. You’d think it would go numb, but it hurt worse with every smack. Then I felt something cold on the crack of my ass just before his fingers roughly slid in between my cheeks to rub my asshole. I thought he would put a finger or two inside me but then his hand disappeared and then a couple moments later I felt his huge thick cock forcing itself into me. “Oh fuck…shit!” I cried as I felt the familiar burn of being torn open all at once. “Yeah, you fucking love that dick don’t you soldier?” He hadn’t even paused for me to get used to the girth. “I fucking love it.” And I did. The pain was incredible, and I was so turned on. He smacked me on my head, knocking my cover off. “Put your hat back on, Private.” Oh shit, I loved this Kevin. I scrambled to re-cover while he thrust into me hard and deep. I wasn’t going to tell him it wasn’t called a hat. “That’s one.” He said, not breaking stride but letting out a groaning grunt. And I knew he’d shot his first load. He picked up steam and started really laying into me, then unexpectedly he fucked me up onto the bed using long lifting strokes, his cock and hips doing all the work to move my entire body a few inches at a time. I swear to God he was stretching my hole in ways I’d never felt before. “Fuck yes, make it hurt, babe. Fuck my cunt.” For that, I got another smack, knocking my cover off AGAIN. “Put your fucking hat back on!” He growled. “Walking around all day like that with everyone drooling over your fine ass. You think I didn’t see how they were loving looking at you in your tight uniform that shows you off? The way that girl at the grocery store looked at you with stars in her eyes? You fucking tease! That’s two.” And he filled me up again, forcing more of his cum deep up my ass. He pulled out briefly to flip me on my back before shoving in to the balls in one plunge. I grunted. “You, they were staring at you like that, Kev. Even the girl.” “Bullshit. They all wanted you, the hot American soldier in his hot uniform and a look on his face that said he could kill them with his bare hands. The way you walk, like you’re stalking prey, all smooth and deadly, just oozing sex.” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, changing the angle repeatedly and intended to hit me everywhere inside. I felt the cum boil up from my balls and knew I was going to shoot all over my Class A’s. I couldn’t care, I didn’t want him to stop. He hadn’t undressed and seeing him plowing into me with that sleeveless cowboy shirt, the angry look in his eyes that still couldn’t hide his love for me, his muscles flexing with his exertion, his beautiful hair swaying with every thrust. “You strutted around like the King of Killeen and they all worshipped you. But you’re mine, you hear that?” And he smacked me again. “PUT YOUR FUCKING HAT BACK ON!” He yelled. This time I just held onto it, pinning it into my head. Being manhandled by him was the biggest turn on. His authority and control sent me over the edge and I sprayed cum up between us. “Fuck me, don’t stop!” I grunted in the throes of ecstasy. “I don’t stop until I’m done, soldier. That’s three.” I couldn’t believe he could shoot without any outward show, but the evidence was running down my ass with every thrust. He just continued to fuck into me, and I came twice more. He’d come five times and we were a mess. I lost count of how many times I got a smack on the face and my left ear was ringing. I was a mess of all the cum I shot, which he’d smeared on my face. I don’t know how many times I screamed at him to fill me with his hot nut, hoping he’d just pump it all deeper and deeper as he added more. He was an absolute animal and I loved it. I missed this Kevin. And he knew the more violently he fucked me the more it sent me into the stratosphere. And now, he was trying for a sixth, that hard to reach last ejaculation. He began really punishing my hole with hard jabs and extra deep thrusts while I lay there limp and receptive to anything he wanted to do. He was grunting with every plunge of his fat dick. We were both sweating and I made sure to keep one hand on my cover while the other grasped the back of his neck during his domination of my mouth with his tongue. “Oh fuck, here it comes. I’m going to shoot my load in your hot straight man Army ass, Private. You want my load?” He growled “Fuck yes, fuck it into me deep, Sir! Please cum in me again!” I begged. Somewhere along the way he’d removed one leg from my trousers and I was spread wide open for him like a Thanksgiving turkey, I’m sure at this point my ass looked like the open cavity ready to get filled with stuffing. “That’s right, Private. This hole is for MY dick, MY cum. You can fuck your friend Addison or Zeus with your dick, but this belongs to ME, you got that? No one touches this except me. No tongue, no finger, no dick gets near this perfect, hot Army ass.” “It’s yours, Sir.” I gasped. He was so deep in me, I was so sore but it felt amazing. That was a promise I easily made. No one could do to me what Kevin did in his various moods. I had it all with him. He began a series of long, low grunts. “Ah fuck! Oh fuck! Take it!” And I knew he finally reached his sixth. He kissed me roughly. “I love you, I don’t want to share you.” He moaned while he spewed out whatever nutjuice was left into my destroyed hole. He finally stopped moving and lay on top of me, panting. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He said into my ear. “You just don’t care what I do to you, do you? You’ll take anything I do to you.” I kissed his neck. “Anything, babe. You know you won’t break me. I love it all, but only when you’re the one doing it. It wasn’t just sex talk in the heat of the moment. You’re the only one I want in my ass.” He took a deep breath. “Mmmmmm, I like that. I love knowing my dick’s the only one that does it for you. You make me feel like a man, babe. Like a big, strong, real man.” I chuckled. There it was again, one of the things I loved about him, that he didn’t see himself the way everyone else did. “You ARE a big, strong, real man, Kev.” “Sorry about your uniform. Do you really think I look good like this?” He asked. “Yeah, bud. You look really good, people couldn’t stop staring at you. Don’t worry about the uniform, I’ll wash and iron it tonight.” I answered. He nuzzled my neck. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, Tom. I only care what you think.” He licked my cheek. “Oh wow, you taste like your cum. That’s so hot.” He bathed my face with his tongue, trying to lick off all the now dried jizz he’d smeared on me during his brutal pounding fuck. His warm wet tongue felt incredible. “Wow, you guys didn’t even get undressed.” We heard Tim’s voice from across my room. “Bro, you have to start knocking!” I told him. “I did. You were too busy getting the stuffing fucked out of you and begging for another load. You guys are animals, you know that?” Tim observed. Kevin rolled off me, pulling out. I was surprised that his dick was still mostly hard. I felt some of his cum dribble out of me because it was difficult to pull my asshole closed right away. I pulled my trousers off my other leg and unbuttoned my coat. At some point one of the pins had come off my ribbon rack. I’d have to find it, it was probably in my coat somewhere or in the bed now. “You try fitting that big cock up your ass.” I told my little brother. “You either embrace the pain and go wild, or you cry your eyes out.” “No thanks.” Tim said. “I think it would kill me.” I shook my head. “Was there something you actually needed or were you just here to watch us fuck?” Tim smiled. “Mom said dinner would be ready in a half hour. But then I wanted to watch. You should see the way his dick stretches out your hole, man. I can’t believe you take it like that.” I sighed. It wasn’t really something I wanted my little brother to see, but there was no going back now. Kevin just lay there with his smirk. “Don’t look at me, I didn’t know he was there either.” He said. “Come on, we need to get cleaned up. He stripped off the shirt and threw it on the floor, standing there with a bare muscled chest, his Wranglers unbuttoned but his dick and balls stuffed back into his underwear that sacked out the open zipper obscenely. “And I wanted to say thank you.” Tim continued. I noticed his eyes roaming over Kevin’s body. “Roger was actually nice to me after you left. You guys were the talk of the school.” “Good.” I said. “That was the goal. If Carol was still here we’d have brought her too and she would have given them more to talk about by hanging all over you.” “Let’s go shower, babe.” Kevin said. “I’m hungry, and whatever your mom’s cooking smells really good.” He stretched and I couldn’t help but stare at his incredible body. Yeah, he was the only one for me. I pulled everything off my uniform so I could get it in the sink with cold water and some detergent. My cum was smeared all over. As long as it hadn’t dried I could get the evidence out. The rest of the week went by too fast and before we knew it Thursday night came. I was torn between not wanting to leave Kevin and wanting to see my Bravo brothers again. But there was no guarantee my brothers and I would get the same duty station. “Kev, they might put me on a flight tomorrow. I get my orders.” I told him in a soft voice with my head on his chest laying in my bed. He took a deep breath. “Really?” “Yeah.” I said. He didn’t speak. I knew he was crunching thoughts in his head. We lay like that for a few minutes. I loved listening to him breathe, watching his chest and stomach rise and fall. “I guess we have to get back to real life, huh? It was nice to have this week though.” He seemed a little distant. I tried to be optimistic. “I get leave. We can figure out how to see each other. Hey, you need to give me a way to reach you by phone at MIT. I don’t know where I’ll be, but as soon as I get there I’ll leave you a way to reach me. When I get my orders tomorrow I have to let my mom and Tim know where I’m going. I should be able to call you too. Are you going to stay here, or go spend your last couple days with your family?” “I kind of want to stay here, but my flight leaves Saturday anyway. I don’t know Tom.” He sighed. “I’ve got too much going on in my head. It’s hard to decide.” “You know mom would love it if you were here. It will make it easier on her if both of us weren’t gone at the same time.” I pointed out. I didn’t have to make any decisions like Kevin, that was how the Army worked. You went where they told you, when they told you to be there. “Mmmm”. He hummed. He was still trying to decide. “Kev, look… we should talk about how this is going to work, okay?” I moved up off his chest and sat with my back against my headboard. This was the hard part, and I felt a preemptive twinge in my heart with what I had to say. “I’m going to be busy with getting up to speed in whatever new job they put me in. It might be six months or more before I can get away. We won’t see each other much the next year. You’re going to be busy with school, but let’s try to talk every week even if it’s just a few minutes, okay?” His eyes refused to look at me. “Okay.” The reality was settling in. I continued. “Kev, you’re beautiful.” I started. “I know you don’t see it, but you are, inside and out. You’re going to get a lot of attention and…” “Tom—“ he interrupted “No, Kev, let me finish, please.” I took a deep breath. “It’s okay if you need to… you know… “. I didn’t want him to, but it would be unfair of me to expect him to be completely faithful to a man he almost never saw and it would be a couple years before we could even live in the same city. Add to that the fact we were men who sometimes thought with our dicks more than our other head. Just because I had no desire or need to have anyone but him didn’t mean he would feel the same way. It was not going to be too hard for me to keep it in my pants. There wasn’t going to be anywhere near the opportunities for me to fuck around as he would have. During training was one thing, but general fraternization was frowned upon if it wasn’t outright prohibited. And after Carol, and Kevin, I already knew sex with any other woman or man would be a disappointment. But Kevin could have just about anyone he wanted, and after what I saw at the grocery store I knew there would be plenty of men and women throwing themselves at him. His entire gay experience was limited to me, and there was a big wide gay world out there that he would want to jump into. If he hadn’t already, he was going to meet other gay people. All it would take was for Kevin to be caught in a lonely moment, or horny, or frustrated with being separated from me, or just tired of waiting and being good. There was also the possibility there would be someone he found he couldn’t resist. Kevin being gay meant he would find at least a few other men attractive and desirable. I didn’t have that problem. No one I looked at flipped my dick switch anymore. “That’s bullshit, Tom. You’re the only one I want. And you better not be saying you want to fuck around with your Army buddies.” He growled in barely controlled anger. He still wouldn’t look at me, and his eyes were darting left and right. “No Kev. I can promise you now that won’t happen. I know you don’t get how it is for me, but nothing except the connection I have with you does anything for me. Even with Sleeper I was just doing it for him, and now that he has Zeus I don’t need to do that anymore. Plus, we’re together again and just the thought of having sex with someone else doesn’t make me feel good.” I tried to explain. “Let’s just be honest with each other. Don’t hide it from me if it happens. I won’t get mad, okay?” “Whatever. Fine. But nothing is going to happen.” He said. “I don’t want to talk about this. It sucks bad enough you have to leave.” He crossed his arms and his eyes turned dark and stormy. I saw tears start in them. “You’re doing it again. You’re letting me go and you promised you wouldn’t.” “Babe, I’m not letting you go. I never want to let you go again.” I moved back down and pulled him tight to me. “You’re so hot and you don’t understand now. But I know you will.” Maybe I wasn’t being fair to him and maybe I saw too many hurdles we had to leap over. Fuck, I didn’t know anymore what I was doing. This was what I hoped to avoid when I left for the Army but was it the right thing to do? He wasn’t wrong. I switched my mind over to how I felt five nights ago when he snuck into my room. Fuck! I was being an idiot again, and I swore to myself I wouldn’t. Why did the thought of being apart from him make me start putting up walls? Why was that my knee jerk reaction and why was it so sneaky and automatic that I didn’t know I was doing it? “Kev, I’m sorry. You’re right. I was doing it again and I don’t know why. I don’t want to hurt you again. I don’t want to hurt me, or us again. You’re right, it’s bullshit. It means I don’t trust you to love me as much as I love you and you haven’t given me any reason to think that.” I sighed. “I don’t know why I do that. I’m scared, Kev. I’m scared you’ll find someone better, or even maybe something easier to deal with than my difficult life. We’ll have to hide who we are and what we do. I’m scared that you’ll decide you’ll be happier being open and out as a proud gay guy.” “Maybe I’m scared too. Did you think of that? I’ve got another two and a half years of boring school before I even think of starting my life while you’ll be out there doing exciting Army stuff, meeting tons of hot sexy soldiers like Addison and Zeus. You’re going to change, I just know it. You may not even want me in two years. You might decide that it’s just too much trouble to be with your gay boyfriend when you aren’t even gay and don’t have to be. You can find a girlfriend or a wife anytime you smile your handsome face at them.” And now he was crying. “I don’t need to be open and out, I don’t even want that. I don’t really even want people to know I’m gay. I didn’t want to be the gay poster boy in high school. Everyone at university thinks I’m straight and that’s the way I like it. So fuck you, Tom, you don’t get to decide for me just because you can’t handle this. You don’t get to be in charge. I’m not in your Platoon.” He got up out of bed. “Where are you going?” I asked, startled. “Home. Maybe we’ve got a lot more to think about than I thought.” He said, pulling on his underwear calmly. And that’s what frightened me. He wasn’t angry, he was calm, like he’d made a decision and had accepted something I didn’t know about. “Kev, don’t, please?” He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, then came over to me, bent down, and gave me a real kiss that took me to that place, his eyes still wet but no more tears fell. “I love you Tom. Figure your shit out. I’ll be waiting. I’m willing to go the distance. You’re worth it. I hope you think I am too.” ***************** BRAVO PLATOON Graduation from training was anti climatic. Ordinarily (like with Basic and the original AIT) they’d feel like they’d crossed a finish line and were ready to embark on their new career as an Army soldier. Usually, the Army loved their ceremony, their rites of passage and made a big deal out of the entire process. This graduation was quiet with a closed group, just the Company and their direct superiors. Plus, they hadn’t yet been told what their next move would be. Almost every one of them had received awards and COA’s They’d made it back to base Wednesday. Since then, until graduation today, their duty had been busy work. As holdovers they helped all over the base with everything from maintenance to mess duty. The restrictions they had under training were still in effect, wake up at 4:30, PT, breakfast, duty during the day, barracks free time starting at 1800, then lights out and bed check at 2130. None of them could figure out what they were waiting for, and Sleeper checked with Lamont of the Charlies but they hadn’t gotten any word either. The Alphas and the Deltas hadn’t returned from graduation. Sleeper wasn’t authorized to call Assmunch to find out if he knew anything, but he probably hadn’t. He was reporting to Ft. Hood today to get his orders. “Platoon, fall in!” Sarge called before he’d even made it through the door. Troll yelled down the hallway to notify the others who weren’t in the bay. No one kept Sarge waiting this time, and they were all formed up in 20 seconds. “At 0800 tomorrow you’ll all report to the Lieutenant for your formal orders and paperwork, but I’ve been authorized to tell you that Bravo Platoon will undergo Airborne training at Ft. Benning, Ga. Pack out, you’ll be leaving tomorrow as soon as you get your orders. If you haven’t returned your issued gear to the Quartermaster, do so today before 1700 hours. Questions?” Sleeper jumped in before anyone else. “Will Private Brickmann join us there, Sarge?” “Did I stutter, Private? I am very sure I said Bravo Platoon.” Sarge irritably replied. “Private Gunnerson and yourself are tasked with transport of Private Brickmann’s gear and personal effects to your new duty station.” That was no big deal. Everything they had fit into a single large duffel and a backpack. “Sarge, are we ever going to know why we were chosen for this training?” Bootlicker asked. “Need to know, Private. And I don’t need to know, which means you don’t need to know. Be glad the Army saw fit to provide you with additional training. I think it’s because you’re all a bunch of maggot fuck ups the Army didn’t trust to let loose on the world. And apparently you’re all STILL fuck ups because they are sending you for MORE training. If you embarrass me and boot out of Airborne, I will personally hunt your sorry ass down and chop off your balls. If there aren’t any more stupid questions, get to it grunts. And you had better erase any sign of your presence from my barracks before you go. ANY AND ALL.” He stressed. “It’s tradition to leave your Sergeants with a parting gift. I’m sure you will think of something laying around that might be suitable. Something you’ve stashed away for a rainy day, perhaps. Dismissed.” With that, he turned and exited the barracks. They all scrambled to gather what had to be returned to the Quartermaster, talking excitedly about Airborne training with relief at being able to go through it together. It was definitely strange though. But Sleeper was convinced the Army intended them to become Army Rangers as a unit. Just before bed check, Sleeper and Bootlicker brought a bin filled all the leftover alcohol stash to the Duty Sergeant’s desk. “Sergeant, while cleaning the barracks we found this contraband in the storage room behind some crates.” Sleeper said, putting the bin next to the desk. “Well, I wonder who left it there so carelessly, Private.” “I can take a guess, Sergeant, but it’s not my place to speculate.” Sleeper chose a half truth being unwilling to directly lie to the Sergeant. “We just thought you might know of a good way to dispose of it. We’d take it to the dumpster ourselves but it’s too close to bed check. Unless you’d like us to?” Sleeper said. “No, I’ll take care of it. Can’t have you breaking the rules, can we?” “No Sergeant, we wouldn’t want to miss bed check.” *********************** “Do we know anything for sure?” Major Apone asked. “No Sir. None of the soldiers have reported any incidents or concerns.” First Sergeant Barrow replied. Barrow worked directly for the 172nd Infantry Brigade and did not report to Major Apone, but his duties meant any administrative issues like behavioral problems went to his desk. Except for a few instances that were normal run of the mill young soldier problems, none of the four Platoons had any issues. Major Apone looked at Sergeants Horvath and Walters. “So Platoon Bravo and Platoon Charlie, in six months, have had no instances of homosexual conduct despite complete restriction from liberty and being quartered together? I find that hard to believe. The background checks the Army conducted before selecting these troops indicated there would be at least some difficulties. Each of those Platoons has five homosexuals or potential homosexual soldiers. And I’m supposed to believe no one got their dick wet?” Horvath shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you Sir. Even without a Duty Sergeant present there was nothing but the normal behavior of a 19 year old. We allowed them to have alcohol as directed, and parties every Saturday. Nothing got out of hand, it was all just your basic juvenile games. I’ve seen worse at some of the get togethers I’ve been to over the years. These boys seem intent on becoming good soldiers.” “Well, phase one is over. I’m no longer driving the bus. The Army wants them to mix with the other troops now. Maybe they’ll fuck up.” Apone said. “Sergeant Walters, Sergeant Horvath, you’re both on standby for temporary duty if these Platoons complete Airborne training successfully. You’ll be joining them at Ranger School. I fully expect a few failures.” “Sir, what’s the purpose here?” Sergeant Walters asked. “What are we supposed to be looking for?” Major Apone sighed. “A breakdown in command, morale, unit cohesion, any problems caused by homosexual troops. Squads and Platoons are tight knit units and the test study wanted to limit potential damage during phase one. This comes straight from the top, from the Pentagon. All this talk of homosexuals serving in the military makes us all nervous. There’s similar test cases being run for women in combat roles. The Gulf War showed it’s impossible to keep women away from combat danger even if they don’t participate in combat roles. Off the record, we’re having more problems integrating women than we seem to be having with homosexuals. And that’s purely for two reasons: One - the men don’t think the women can do the heavy lifting and pull their weight like a man, and Two - fraternization among the troops.” “Sir, there’s never been a duty performance issue with those troops, women or homosexuals. It’s been known since WWII that homosexuals and women have served honorably, sometimes with distinction.” Sergeant Horvath pointed out. He’d already reasoned out why the training Sergeants hadn’t been informed of the purpose for having the four Platoons here at Grafenwohr. The Army didn’t want their test group tainted by either favoritism or hardship. But he and Walters wouldn’t have any authority past this point. “Does the Army intend to keep these troops together?” “For now. The Airborne and Ranger courses are individual training, not unit training. They’ll go through the training at the same time, but will be on their own for performance evaluation.” Major Apone stated. “And as far as Airborne and Ranger School are concerned, Bravo and Charlie Platoons are troops specially chosen for the honor of undergoing Ranger training. They will be tested exactly the same as all the other soldiers. But you will be watching for any breakdowns. They will know you’re there, and you will be who they’ll want to come to first with any problems, or guidance. Only Col. Ulrich of the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade will have any knowledge of this test group. He is under orders to keep the special nature of these troops quiet. As will you. Not even the Black Hats will know. None of the Instructors will know. You will report to him directly and only to him.” “Understood, Sir.” Sergeant Walters acknowledged. Alpha and Delta Platoons had probably been selected for a different path. Walters was suddenly glad he and Horvath hadn’t taken it easy on their boys. They were more than ready to excel.

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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 “.

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

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

Chapter 4 I bent him over and put some lube up his ass and then slowly pushed my cock in him. He was huming saying that the lube was nice and getting his ass warm but my ok felt great. He pushed back but I would not let him have any more than half, I wanted him ready for the night of debauchery that about to fall on him. I pulled out and gave his bare butt a couple swats and told him to get dressed and head over. It would be way after 8 when he got there. I told him it would be a little early but you would be able to get a room. I also told him that the rooms on the first floor are cool to roam in. there are= some glory holes and dark areas. I told him he might want to avoid the basement area , that is where it really nets nasty and wild., He asked like what and I said all the degenerates and molesters are hanging out. If you go down there I promise you will get everything in your wildest imagine and probably a lot more. I have known guys that went there and couldn’t walk right after. His eyes lit up when I said that. I told him that I had work to do and I might not be able to get over until late. He said OK. What he didn’t know is that I was going to follow him in and get a room next to his. I already talked to one of the guys working the door and told him about the kid. He was disappointed he couldn’t come to the party a couple weeks ago we had for him. He said he would take care of him. I asked him to get a room at the end of the hallways and hold the room next to him for me. He said “ that would be fine and when he takes a break maybe he could stuff his cock up the cunt of the newest ChemFag ”. I sent him a pic of the kid so he would recognize him. I told him to check his ID like normal, but he is shaved and when he walks around the place everyone will think he is a teenager piece of meat. The Kid left and went on his way to the sleazy bath. If he drank all the water like I told him by the time he got into the room the G would be kicking in. If he did what I told him to do and gave himself the booty bump and waited 15 minutes, he would be high and ready for anything. I waited until the kid was gone for about 10 minutes and got in my car and drove over. In my bag was a few items including a hood for me. I didn’t want the kid seeing me until he was spun out. If I had my way he would end up in the basement tied in a sling

Chapter 3 He told me that his girl friend was going to be out of town for a couple weeks and he had a four day weekend coming up. I told him to let me know what he wanted to do. He called me back and said his craving was getting the better of him but he thought he could handle the sleazy one. He figured he could say no and stay out of the bad areas. I told him it wouldn’t be that easy but he said he wanted some of what he got a couple weeks ago. I told him to come to my place on Friday when he was on his way. Also to clean out real good and shave he pubes again. I called my one friend and told him about the kids craving and the plan. He said he would drop off something for him. Friday my friend stopped in the afternoon and gave me 2 syringes. One had his special mix in it but looked bigger and the other one had a normal load of Meth. I asked him about what was in there and he said that the first one had the stuff to keep the kids cock had as nails and the other one had a huge load of meth in it. The Kid texted me and said he would be at my place about seven. Knowing this kid I knew ne would be knocking on my door at 7pm. There was a knock at my door and thought to myself it must be 7PM, sure enough it was and it was the Kid at the door. After he came in I asked him if the GF was gone and he said yes. He also added that they had a fuckathone last night and that he almost got the head of his cock up her ass. He did say he shot a huge load in her cunt and one down her throat. He said that since the party it seems that she has been instable. I asked him if he was ready and he said “ Yes, I really need this “. I said OK, I told him to drop his pants that I wanted to see his cock and ass. His cock seemed to have grown but it was hard as a rock. I got down and sucked if for a few minutes. When I felt he was really getting into this I stopped. I just wanted to make sure he was hot and ready. I turned him around and saw the faded words and marks on his ass. I tool some cleaner I have used and wiped it on his ass. With a little work I was able to get all the load marks off. I grabbed my marker and redid the POZ and NEG marks on his ass. Above it I put ‘ FUCK THIS TEENAGER UP ‘. The in smaller print I put ‘ First trip to a bath ‘. I figured when they saw his young frame and hairless Kid they would see this after he passed and it would be Game On. I gave the kid 3 bottles of water and the 2 syringes. I opened one and gave it to him and said to take a drink. I took it back and put the cap on it. He didn’t notice that it was opened already. I spiked it with some G. I wanted this kid to be so fucking horny he wouldn’t back out. I told him that he needed to keep hydrated and to drink about half on the way over and the rest of the bottle when he was parked. I told him to put the other 2 bottles in his bag for later. If they looked in his bag they would see sealed bottles and not think of it. I also gave him the enema bottle that he filled at the party. I told him that it was up to him but if he had to piss to put it in there, go to hi room and shoot it in his ass. There was a cap full of liquid in it, not much but it was some strong tina. I told him to put the 2 syringes in his socks so they would not be discovered incase they were looking for stuff. I also told him that once in the room, close the door, get naked go ass up on the bed and shoot the contents of the bigger one up his ass. I told him to stay like that for at least 15 minutes and then open the door with his ass up pointing at the door. I told him to hide the syringes under his mattress. He had some lube and poppers with him already. I bent him over and put some lube p his ass and then slowly pushed my cock in him. He was huming saying that the lube was nice and getting his ass warm but my ok felt great. He pushed back but I would not let him have any more than half, I wanted him ready for the night of debauchery that about to fall on him.

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Waiting for the next chapter is worse than waiting on a new season of Yellowstone

being HIV does not make you a slut as such, for me it means you enjoy fucking and being fucked, people who try to mis-use labels are the ones in the wrong in my opinion

Part 6 the point of no return Brad's mind was working at full speed, the chems still coursing through his body. He was immensely horny, yet he was still trying to take control of the situation. He had been kidnapped, drugged, tied up, had sucked a man and swallowed his seed, drank his own piss and his ass, his cunt had been fucked and he had begged for this himself. What happened to him, he found himself dirty from all that he had done but at the same time it wound him up. He was in a knot with himself. Did he still like women or did he from now on fall on men, he did not know anymore. He didn't know what to think or do anymore, he had to get out of here but because of that collar he couldn't get further than the door. The TV was still playing a horny porno movie. Brad couldn't control himself and watched it and he felt his cock fill with blood. He looked down at his cock and he noticed that he was getting aroused by seeing the men on the TV, the realization came in that he was definitely not straight anymore and he was not comfortable with this. He was a straight quarterback a real man, a guy who fucked pussies and not a fag who lay with his legs open to be fucked and suck dicks. Yet his hand went to his pole and he began to jerk himself off. He played with himself for a while and let go of his thoughts, still he couldn't cum and after more than an hour the chems had worn off. Due to the lack of chems in his body he began to get down and started and was exhausted, his body longed for another hit of chems. But the pipe and crystals were nowhere to be found. The door opened and Jack entered. Straighten up slut you've had enough rest. Brad stood up and went to stand next to the bed. He was still down and was shaking a little and starting to get cold. He knew what was happening to his body. It was already craving chems. He still wanted to fight it but he knew he would lose the battle. His mind was not strong anymore it was clouded by what had happened in the last few days. He was tired and hadn't had a real moment's rest. Jack saw that Brad was shaking and a grin appeared on his face. He knew Brad's body was craving chems and that he would do almost anything for it, this was the moment he had been waiting for. The moment when the straight quarterback would ask to get another shot and sober up on his knees to suck his cock. These are the moments to cherish he thought, the moment when a muscular dude becomes a real chem whore and you have him completely in your power. Is there something he asked Brad, Brad looked into his eyes and wanted to ask for chems in some form but he fought it. Jack looked at Brad grinning and thought to himself, let him fight it some more he will be craving some Tina soon anyway and then I will have him fully in my power. Bend over slut so I can pull out your plug. Brad bent over and Jack pulled the plug out and set it on the floor in front of Brad. On your knees and lick clean he said. Brad got down on his knees and took hold of the plug and he looked at it but he started to get disgusted at the idea of licking it. The plug was full of slime from his pussy, leftover seed and blood. Did I say you can hold it Jack said and he got a whipping on his back. Brad cried out and dropped the plug. Come on puppy clean lick. Tears sprang to Brad's eyes and he crawled on his hands and knees to the plug and carefully stuck out his tongue. Lick said I, I don't have all day. Brad carefully licked the plug and tasted the Jack's seed again. Faster, and he got another stroke on his back and one against his ass. A red welt became visible on his ass. Take it in your mouth like you would suck my pole slut. You can, you love nothing more than sucking my fat cock, you're a real slut and you shouldn't delude yourself into thinking otherwise. Tears ran down Brad's cheeks and he opened his mouth and took the plug in as far as he could. Jack laughed, you see you can do it, it's not that hard slut. Embrace your new status and everything will be much easier. Brad was shocked that he didn't have to gag at the idea of him swallowing semen. He licked the plug clean and once it was clean Jack stroked his head. Good girl, next time you can do it faster. Again Jack asked Brad if he needed anything and again Brad tried to fight it but he wouldn't last long, his body was craving a new dose of chems. As you wish Jack said. He watched Brad twitch more and saw that he no longer had full control of his muscles. He came to stand in front of Brad with his limp cock. If you want a new high slut you have to ask, we are here to help each other slut. Brad couldn't fight it anymore and embarrassed and defeated came out of his mouth asking for a new dose of chems. What are you saying Jack said, I didn't understand you. Brad spoke a little louder, can I have another dose. That's not how you speak to your master slut, you know that and gave him a whack with the whip. Brad forgave the pain and then spoke loudly may I have another dose sir. That's better slut. You can get a shot if you work for it. You don't get anything for nothing. If you want Tina you will be allowed to pleasure me a little first. You can start by sucking my dick stiff. Brad opened his mouth and carefully took hold of the limp cock without any emotion and put it in his mouth. He needed a new hit Tina his body was begging for it. You can do better slut shouted Jack this way you won't get it stiff. If you, want to feel better you will have to show that you want to indulge my cock that you enjoy sucking my pole. Brad understood what Jack was saying and tried harder. But still he felt no change in his master's limp cock. He stopped for a moment and looked questioningly at Jack, hoping he would tell him what to do. I said that you have to show that you want to indulge my cock and that you love nothing more than to indulge a cock. Again he took the limp cock into his mouth and as he sucked on his master's cock he looked into his eyes. Something was happening to Brad. He saw Jack's approving look and it wound him up and he started sucking with more abandon and his own look changed, he was no longer without emotion but a little slut look came on his face. A look that betrayed that he was enjoying sucking a cock. Jack's pole grew hard. Jack enjoyed the transformation he saw unfolding in front of him for a moment longer and then pulled his stiff pole out of Brad's mouth. Brad wanted more and put his hands on Jack's ass and pulled the stiff pole toward his mouth. Are we getting greedy slut, haven't you had enough of your master's cock yet. Brad began to go into a trance and moaned and wanted that blissful rod in his mouth. He could just barely reach the large glans with his lips and eagerly licked at it with his tongue. He had now completely surrendered to his true self and really enjoyed sucking a cock. You're asking for it slut, I'll shove it down your throat and you won't get Tina until you swallow my seed. At the words seed and swallow, Brad felt a warm feeling rise and he opened his mouth as far as he could. Jack thrust his big black monster as deep as he could. Brad gasped as Jack's cock was completely in his throat. Jack began to thrust into Brad's mouth. From Brad's mouth, drool ran down his throat. Brad groaned and began to jerk his own pole with his hand. Jack was enjoying what he was seeing. The transformation was almost complete. He had transformed a tough straight guy into a cock craving bitch. Good girl, you're doing a good job but don't touch your cock. Keep sucking but good slut suck your master's stick you will get a nice dose of seed and Tina later. At those words Brad jumped up. His body would soon be fed a new load of Tina, he longed to be back in the clouds and flying. Jack pulled his cock back a little and let Brad suck and lick his cock again a little. After a few minutes of firm sucking from Brad, Jack felt he was going to squirt and pulled Brad's hair with both hands and said here it comes slut here you have been waiting for. Just swallow your master's dirty seed. Enjoy my babies let them fill your stomach and transform your mind into a cum craving whore. Brad felt his mouth fill with strands of seed and without thinking about it he eagerly swallowed the strings. He craved more and with each string that came out of his master's head of penis he felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. The taste of his master's seed was delicious and he licked at the thick glans for as long as he could. Jack moaned heavily and after he finished he took hold of Brad's chin and looked deep into Brad's slut eyes and said he was proud of his slut. Brad's mouth was still open asking for more cock and seed and Jack flummoxed into Brad's mouth, Brad swallowed he eagerly. Do you think you deserve a hit of the pipe now slut. Brad looked at Jack longingly and nodded yes. Jack took his key and opened the cabinet took out the pipe and some crystals. He had put the chems in the cabinet and locked it so Brad would sober up and crave Tina. His plan had worked because Brad ate out of his hand and he did just as planned. He took the pipe and held it out to Brad. Brad who couldn't control himself anymore and had to get a hit Tina and took the pipe in his hand. So rushed, can't do without slut. Brad nodded embarrassed. Jack grinned, I'm glad to see you've become a real Tina whore, slut. We will have a lot of fun with you and you will get a lot of Tina if you do what is asked of you. Jack lit the pipe and the crystals began to melt, the smoke formed and Brad's eyes lit up at the sight of it forming. Once the pipe was filled with smoke he pulled in the smoke and held it for as long as he could. Release said Jack and Brad blew a big white cloud. Brad wanted another hit but Jack now took a firm pull from the pipe and held the smoke in and took hold of Brad and pushed his mouth onto Brad's and blew the smoke into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the warmth come back into his cold body, his spastic features began to lessen, he had more energy and he began to float slightly again. After a few more solid blows, he was ready to be used again. Jack put the pipe away and took out a bottle and told Brad to piss in it. Brad let his bladder run and the bottle filled with dark orange piss. Just show your master what kind of slut you are said Jack when Brad was done pissing. Just show your master how you thank him for the Tina he gave you. He handed the bottle of warm chem nectar to Brad who put it to his lips and in the horny intoxication of the Tina he had just received he poured the bottle down his throat and like an accomplished piss drink he drank the bottle empty. He felt the warm piss running down his throat and into his stomach and he was proud of himself, proud that he could please his master. For a moment, a moment of clarity returned and he wondered if this was the life he wanted but his horniness took over. Well done slut, your belly is now filled with your master's seed and your own chem piss. Soon you will be flying back like never before. Jack stuck his finger in the pouch of crystals and some grit stuck to it. He came up behind Brad and pushed his finger into the open pussy. Brad enjoyed the attention his pussy was getting and moaned in pleasure. He felt the burning sensation coming on and knew that soon he would be very hot get and would float back, that his pussy would scream to be filled and that he would let his true self come back out. Jack took him to the crotch and attached him to it. He took a piece of cloth, stuck it in Brad's mouth and tied him up. Brad was horny, horny because of the Tina that was going crazy in his body, horny because the chem piss was starting to do its job and horny because he was tied to a cross and because he knew he was going to be used, used by his master. The man who had taught him that he was a bottom slut, that he was not a real man but a boy who had a cunt to be filled a mouth to suck on a real man's cock. But Jack went out of the room and Brad stood there alone tied to the crotch. Brad was flying more and more into the clouds and his body and cunt were screaming for attention. The door was open and he heard Jack talking, who was with Jack and would he come and fuck him too. The idea that someone else was coming to use him excited him even more and he was breathing heavier and moaning loudly. Jack came back into the room along with 2 more naked men. Brad who was so high had the drool running out of his mouth and moaned. The first was heavily hairy and heavily built just like Jack and had a shorter but even thicker cock than Jack and had a fat PA ring . The was other was slightly muscular, pale, fully shaved and crawled on all fours and hung on to the chain that connected to his nipple rings via his harness and had a mask over his head. Jump on the bed puppy said the hairy man. Good dog said and he was wiggling his tail. In his ass was a butt plug with tail attached. Jack came and stood by Brad. This is Tom with his dog, and they will show how a real slut should behave. In his previous life Nick was a tough muscular wrestler, but he has discovered his true self and now goes through life as a dog. You have to pay attention slut, you will learn a lot from this. Brad felt the ground sink beneath him. Would he only get to watch another slut get the pleasure of being used. He needed attention himself, his hole needed filling and he wanted to scream for attention but Jack took hold of his nipples and twisted them hard. This time it's not about you slut. You have to know your place. Brad curled his toes in pain. He got another smack against his and was instructed by Jack to pay close attention. Jack stepped up to the dog and rubbed his head. What a good pup you are, he said. Yes said Tom, last week he had the fucking flu and now he has come to terms with his new status. It did take some time to get him clean and behaved, but now he knows his place. So this session is his last before he is castrated. He took hold of the balls and pulled. That's right, bitch, tomorrow your balls will come off and you'll get your slut stamp. From then on, you're just a den to be used and you can go to the kennel with the others to start making money. The dog wagged his tail. For you anything master, I don't need balls to serve you and I look forward to my biohazard tattoo Jack laughed and gave a few pats on the puppy's ass. That's the way we like to hear it puppy, I'm sure you will serve your master well. I'm in anticipation for mine to get his fuck flu, we made a first attempt yesterday but tomorrow he gets a blood slam to seal his fate. You will see there is still work to be done on his behavior and manners, but we have also only started his training. He is starting to break but there is still a long way to go before he can be released. Brad watched as the bitch got the attention and petting from his master. He felt shortchanged and he was shocked at himself for feeling jealousy. He wanted to sit there, he wanted to get petted on his head. The puppy had to get off the bed and was taken to the shower. A drinking bowl was put in front of him and he had to open his mouth. Tom and Jack took hold of their poles and began to piss and the pup had to try to catch everything. Everything he didn't get directly into his mouth dripped off his face into the drinking bowl and he would have to lick it out of the piss bowl afterwards if he wanted to drink. The puppy eagerly swallowed the piss given to him by his masters. When they were done the piss dripped off the puppy's snout and the drinking bowl was half full. You can do better than that said Tom and he kicked the balls of his puppy. The pup whimpered in pain. Enjoy the pain puppy because tomorrow they will come off. The sling was hung up and the dog had to lie in it and his arms and legs were secured. Jack went to the little table and took out a syringe and a bottle of saline. Brad watched what the men were doing and he hoped he would get some attention too if he made some noise. He groaned and wanted to get attention by yelling. Tom stepped up to Brad and pulled hard on his balls. Brad screamed in pain. Your master has a lot of work to do with you, you need to know your place bitch. You need to learn that real men choose who they play with and who has to watch. You don't deserve to play with you your behavior leaves a lot to be desired. This is not about what you want but what we want. Behave or else you will get nothing. Brad who was baring the pain nodded and understood that he had nothing to want here. Tom stepped up to his puppy and took the syringe in his hands. This is the last night you will have your balls, we will take advantage of that. Tom filled the syringe with saline and he inserted the needle into his dog's scrotum and emptied the syringe. The sac filled with saline and Tom repeated this several more times. With each syringe he emptied, the sac began to fill more and more and it began to stretch and come up hard. After the last syringe he was untied and had to go back on all fours. His balls were filled with the saline and hung down heavily. His scrotum colored a dark red because it was straining his skin so much. Tom and Jack looked proudly at the bullocks they had made. Jack took hold of the padded scrotum and pulled lightly on it. The puppy moaned lightly. What are you going to do with it tomorrow Jack asked, are you just going to take out the balls or are you going to remove the sack as well. We haven't decided yet, Tom said, we are asking for both. But I think his sack will be removed as well we have a few left who don't have a scrotum. One thing is for sure after tonight he won't have a hard-on anymore and his testosterone will be low making him a willing object. Tom laughed loudly and Jack grinned and the puppy sat proudly wagging his tail. Brad who was watching jealously but intently saw that the puppy was doing what was asked of him and that he did not speak without being told to do so. The puppy had to crawl around the room and every time he took a step his stuffed balls hit his legs. The heavy stuffed sack gave him a painful but at the same time blissful feeling. This would be the last time he could proudly have his stuffed sack used before his transformation was complete and he was ready for his new life. He was placed on a table so they could get a good look at him. Jack took a wooden board and slapped the puppy's butt. He growled, Tom took some clamps and placed them on the stuffed bag. Now the puppy whimpered in pain. Stop whining called Tom. The puppy barked for the first time and let its tongue hang out of its mouth. Jack quietly continued to beat the dog's butt until it looked nice and red. Tom took a whip and struck the balls of the puppy who now began to whimper again. One by one he took off the clamps and every time a clamp flew off the pup howled. Brad who was still flying and longing for some attention watched with wide eyes how the pup was used by the two masters. From his flaccid cock dripped his pre-cum. He remained silent and he hoped that his good behavior would make the masters notice and that he would soon get a reward for it. He got a few more punches in his balls and when they had let him suffer enough Tom said to his puppy and the puppy barked loudly a few times. It's time for your slam said Tom and the puppy had to lie back in the sling. The plug was removed from his butt. He has been trained that when the plug is out of his pussy he is not a dog for a while said Tom. Jack looked at him approvingly. You have trained him well. From now on you have to call him cunt said Tom he doesn't respond to anything else, isn't cunt. Yes sir said cunt. Brad watched as cunt would get a slam. He himself was in need of a fresh load of Tina too. He felt the previous load starting to wear off, what he did not regret was that his cock was starting to get stiff. As much as he wanted to be used, it turned him on to see the boy lying there. Now he knew for sure, he had changed. He couldn't go back to his former life, he would forever be a slut. The fact that all he could think about was a cock and be used was proof that his true self had come out and that he had actually always been a cock sucking whore. Jack took hold of a point and a strap he tied off the upper arm and looked for a good vein. After he found it cunt felt a small prick. Ready to fly cunt said Tom. Yes sir I am ready to fly and to give my cunt completely to you. Rape me sir, break my cunt in two. I hope you will be satisfied with my cunt and I will do my best to please you. Good cunt we will see if you have earned our seed later. Jack saw a register and then pushed the plunger of the point which was filled with 0.7. Pussy coughed firmly several times and then he started loudly Yeah fuck fuck fuck rape me wide my ass. Fill me with your DNA give me your virus, I need it so bad. Brad's pole was mega hard, his chems were almost finished and he was jealous of pussy who had just gotten a solid slam and was lying there enjoying it. But what was he crying out from DNA and virus. Even though he was starting to get sober his thoughts were still fairly cloudy. He became jealous as he watched Jack move his cock towards the mouth of pussy and it began to suck him like a man possessed. He saw how Jack was enjoying himself. Jack looked at Brad and saw that he was jealous and couldn't stand to see another slut enjoying his master. Jack enjoyed seeing Brad jealous. Jack called out to Brad, this is how you should suck slut look closely then you can try to do it just as well. Tom came and stood next to Brad and pulled on his stiff cock for a moment. I see you are well horny. Brad enjoyed the moment's attention and gave a loud moan. Soon Jack and I are going to fuck pussy good because he has been such a good dog. You see slut, if you are good and do what you are asked then you will be rewarded. You don't deserve to be pampered with our cocks yet. Brad wanted to speak but because there was a piece of cloth in his mouth he couldn't. He wanted to beg to be used and wanted to ask what he had to do to be a good slut. Tom only heard some mumbling and pulled Brad's hair. You haven't figured it out yet, slut. You can only speak when you are asked to speak. Brad understood and nodded. From now on, he would only speak when he was asked to. He wanted to enjoy himself and not have to watch from a distance how someone else got pleasure. But now he had to watch and that made him very sad and he began to feel ashamed that he had not done his best. He was sure that from now on he would do his utmost best. to please his master, and that he would become proud of him. Brad realized that his last bit of resistance had been broken and there was no going back, he had become a slut and he would do anything to become the best slut for his master. Pussy who was still sucking Jack on his cock was moaning loudly. Tom came up behind him and stuck 4 fingers covered with shards of Tina into his hole. Cunt felt his hole getting hot and stopped sucking moaned with pleasure and thanked his master and asked to be fisted. Tom nodded in the affirmative but pulled at the saline filled balls of pussy, knowing your place pussy. You know you can only speak when you are asked to. But you will get that fist and Tom pushed his thumb in and formed a fist and in one motion he pushed his fist in. Brad watched his eyes widen as Tom's arm disappeared into the hole of pussy and he began to fantasize that it was happening to him and he began to rub his ass against the crotch and let out moaning sounds. Jack looked at Tom, your slut thinks it is exactly horny Jack said Tom. Exactly said Jack, I think he will be very willing already tomorrow. Both laughed loudly and Tom proceeded to fist Kut's hole. Tom removed his fist the hole of pussy and saw a nice rosebud come out. Jack looked at it and patted Tom on the back. Tom looked at Jack and nodded at each other, time to fuck him properly. Pussy was untied and had to take a seat on the bed. Jack got on the bed and pussy who was flying high came and sat on Jack's stiff cock and started to ride him. Jack slapped Cunt's ass firmly and she moaned with pleasure. Brad watched this happen and he felt the tears well up. He felt humiliated, cheated and shortchanged. He had never experienced these feelings for a woman let alone a man. He began to realize that he had feelings, but this time it was not for a woman but for a man. Brad realized that he would do anything to like being seen by his master and forgave his grief and tried to hold back the tears. Even though it hurt Brad to see his master enjoying himself he still thought, let him enjoy himself my master deserves to enjoy himself and I should be happy when my master is happy. Tom also got on the bed and pushed pussy against Jack's chest, that way hollow came up more and he could push his cock into pussy's hole too. Pussy felt Tom's cock join it and moaned with pleasure. Fuck yeah he exclaimed. Tom pulled at pussy's hair and began to thrust violently. Cunt moaned loudly and after a few minutes both Tom and Jack felt they were going to squirt. Tom pulled his cock out of Kut's hole and pushed it into his mouth as fast as he could. Cunt sucked for a moment more and felt his masters juice flow into his mouth. Jack groaned for a moment and cried out here comes my DNA cunt , from now on my babies are in your blood and with a few last firm thrusts he too squirted his seed. Cunt fell down exhausted on Jack's chest and removed his limp cock from Cunt's gaping hole. Tom took back the plug with the tail and pushed it into the gaping hole. It wasn't far off that the plug fell out. That's how wide the hole of Pussy was made. Tom took the mask of pussy put it back on and he had to sit back down on the floor on all fours. Tom looked at his dog and said what do you say dog. The dog barked wagging his tail and started licking Jack's feet. Good dog said Tom. Come on let's go, tomorrow is your big day. Tom took the chains back attached to his puppy's nipples and left. Jack came and stood next to Brad and untied him. He had to get down on his knees and lick his master's cock clean. Finally Brad thought, finally I get to suck a cock again. But the pleasure was of short duration. As soon as Brad had licked his master's cock clean he made Brad stop and he had to lie down on the bed. I hope you learned something from this slut. I forbid you to play with yourself and take Tina later. It's ready for tomorrow, but if I see you've been playing with yourself or taking anything at all. Then you won't get off easy. The door closed and the lights dimmed. Brad was alone again, in need of attention. He was horny wanted him to be played with and his thoughts, feelings were completely in knots. The chems had worn off and he was crashing. What was he to do so his master would like him.

See everyone bring up 18+ I be willing to help anyone over age of consent no matter what state or country I'm in, (to be clear I'm not going out of my way for it, but if someone in another country pulled it out and said they were old enough, well I'm going to drain those balls and empower a future pig. Size isn't a issue

I laid there glowing and my ass feeling empty. He took off the condom placed in a trash can near the massage table. I couldn't stop staring at his cock. He moved closer to my face and grabbed the back of my head very gently and pushed it towards his cock. Up until this point i have never sucked off another guy before. I had only had sex with women and watched some gay porn. I opened my mouth and took his head in and licked it and sucked it. He still had lots of cum on his cock and it was still oozing out. It tasted better than i thought and had that viscous creamy texture. I started to suck more and licked up and down his shaft. My teeth scraped him and he said to be careful. I nodded but kept sucking and licking him wanting more of his cum. He put his head back and moaned and grabbed my head more forcefully trying to push his cock deeper in my mouth. I gagged as i had never had anything like this in my mouth before let alone this size. He pulled back giving me time to regroup but i wanted to suck his cock. I leaned in and sucked it like i needed it and wanted to coaxed and suck as much cum that was left in his cock out. I saw his expression of pleasure and moaning as i sucked it and he was clearly enjoying it and i realized i enjoyed pleasing him. Then i felt his fingers on my ass entering my hole. He teased my hole rubbing the outside and using his fingernail to drive me crazy. I pushed my ass back down on his finger and it slipped in. He then stuck in 1, 2 then 3 fingers swirling them in me and massaging my prostate which drove me crazy he started to used his fingers to fuck me. I moaned and went on sucking his thick tool determined to eat his cum. This went on for about 10 minutes sucking his cock and balls and then he shot a huge load in my mouth. He started to tense up and i he held my head and pushed into my mouth and throat holding it there while gagged and i pulled back a little and about 5 spurts came out and swallowed the first but kept the rest in my mouth cause i really wanted to taste him. I went back down on him as far as i could sucking on him. i swirled his cream in my mouth, reveled in the feel and taste and looked up at him and swallowed it. He kept on playing my hole working it and then he grabbed my cock and went down on me. OHHHH, i said in a loud moan. At that moment he then stuck a fourth finger in my hole. I yelled, OOOOOOWWWWW. It hurt like hell to have his fourth finger in me but he started to do that twirling motion and massaging my prostate and the pain suddenly turned into immense pleasure. I couldn't last long like this, his hot mouth on my cock and his hand in my man pussy making me feel things i have never felt before. Then his left hand went to my nipples and that was it, i let out a loud groan and shot load after load into his mouth. He swallowed my load and kept sucking on me. He kept up working my hole and nipples sending me into an overboard ecstasy of pleasure. I stopped sucking him and just laid letting him work me over. I pushed his mouth off of me as my head was super sensitive. He took that as a sign to stop all playing and stop working my hole but i pushed down on his hand. He smiled and started again working it slowly. I just laid there moaning in pleasure. After a few minutes he finally pulled out his hand sucked his fingers clean then leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss stuck his tongue in my mouth, i opened up and accepted and kissed him back sucking and tasting his tongue. It was my first kiss with a man and it felt right. He pulled back and said, "That is how your pussy tastes.", I looked at him in his deep eyes and leaned in for another kiss and our tongues intertwined with each other playing a lovely dance and i sucked on his tongue to taste more of myself. "One day you will taste both of us together", he said. I didn't know what that mean but just smiled and enjoyed the moment. I went back down on him to suck out more as much as i could get. Finally he pushed back as his cock was so sensitive too. We were both spent.

AGAIN, you didn't seem to read RawTop's posting. One of the ways they control the spammers that plague sites like this is by only gradually opening up abilities. More participation over a longer period of time = more message capacity. You've made a total of 58 posts and replies in nearly ten years of membership on this site (five of which have been in the last day and two of which are in this complaint thread). That's roughly one every other month. That is not the sign of a person who is participating extensively in the site. Reading? Sure, you may be reading a lot on here, and that's great. But the site only succeeds when people *contribute* to the site, in terms of content, as well.

once upon a bondage fuck, the top tied me in doggy and started a regular bareback, cumming in my open mouth, left me in place hole opened and dissapeared for a while, the come back telling me he will start using his toys. I felt a dildo going deep slowly to my max, then heard him pissing in something. a piss funnel connected to the dildo. i started to feel belly heavy, then he stopped, pluged and gone for 10 minutes, came pack and pissed again. 3 more times, then bareback started again.

Part 6 - The Final Descent Noah was really quiet in the backseat as we drove back to the motel. I couldn’t blame him for being upset. He had just been humiliated in front of and potentially rejected by his parents. The air in the motel room was heavy with the scent of sex and body fluids. Reid and I had the intention of sleeping once we arrived at the motel room, but Noah stripped and jumped onto the bed. He began stroking his cock. “Fuck! That was the hottest thing that ever happened to me! Today is the best day of my life!” Reid and I looked at each other, completely perplexed. “Reid, tell every top in the city! I need to get fucking filled. My boyhole is my gift to the community.” Reid sat down on the bed with a look of concern on his face. “Noah, it’s OK to be upset. We can just relax tonight. You don’t need to —.” Noah grabbed Reid’s head with both hands and looked him straight in the eye. “Uncle, I’m empty. It all leaked out. Poz your boy.” Noah pulled his uncle in for an extended kiss. Reid threw his phone back to me to post an ad and whore out Noah. Reid’s cock was deep in his nephew in no time. Noah’s ad blew up. A lot of gay men were trying to avoid their families. A lot of straight men were trying to avoid their families. Within an hour, the room was packed with at least 20 men stroking their cocks. Noah proclaimed that there was only one rule: no condoms. He wanted to be a semen cesspool. As the night went on, I watched as each man had his way with this blond twink. Many more came. Cocks of all shapes and sizes spewed seeds in the 18-year-old who had just lost his virginity last night. By the wee hours of the night, Noah’s hole overflowed with manseed. His belly was bloated with the piss of six men who donated their streams to Noah’s throat. His body’s volume was simply incapable of carrying so much fluid, but he feverishly continued receiving men’s most precious gifts until the morning. As the last man dressed to leave, Noah sprawled out face-down on the cum-soaked sheets. His hole looked like a white puddle, unable to close. Tally marks covered his back, declaring his body contained 65 loads. When we opened the door for the last man to leave, Reid and I were frightened by who we saw in the doorway. Keith stood there, gun in its holster around his waist. His eyes gazed upon his son whose face was planted in the filthy motel sheets with his soaked ass in the air. With his head down, Noah had no idea his father was in the room. Keith looked like a broken man. I assumed he hadn’t gotten any sleep since we last saw him. He walked up behind Noah and scanned the two bulbous cheeks and moist hole. He grabbed each cheeks with his massive hands and squeezed them together before releasing them and watching strings of semen stretch across Noah’s puckered hole. It was then I realized I was in for a show. Keith’s eyes were filled with curious lust. A bulge bigger than his gun had grown down the leg of his jeans. Keith stepped back with his eyes fixated on the hole. He slowly stripped to only his socks. His beefy yet sculpted torso and muscled arms and legs were covered in coarse body hair. His thick cut cock stretched to 9 inches and curved to the left just slightly. His cock fell upon Noah’s wet hole as he grabbed his hips. He motioned a soft pound against his bum. Noah moaned softly, face still buried in the sheets. Then Keith completed his dissent, gently sliding his thick cock into Noah’s gaping hole. He intently watched his tool plunge until he had penetrated his son’s second hole. Noah threw his head up and intensely moaned. “Give me more Daddy. Fuck yea!” Keith shoved the rest of his pipe into his son, bottoming out and making Noah squeal. He then rapidly and repeatedly jabbed that hole, cum splattering explosively at each impact. Noah was losing his mind with the intensity. He was exhausted and completely wrecked by the full night of taking loads, and this was the biggest cock he’d had in hours. The pain and the pleasure mixed for a perfect cocktail of euphoria. “Fuck me Daddy! My hole is yours.” Keith broke his silence. “You’ll always be my little Noey.” Noah immediately woke from his sexual hyperdrive, mouth gapping. Only one person called him “Noey.” He slowly turned his head to see his father pounding his sloppy hole. “Dad! What the hell?!” Keith snatched Noah’s hair and shoved his face into the sheets. “Don’t you fucking use that language with me Noey. You’re a dirty slut, and I came to punish you.” He stepped his feet up onto the bed, lifting Noah’s body forward. He squatted his throbbing cock into the hole and fucked his son like an animal. “If you’re going to hell Noey, I’m going with you.” Keith’s hole was completely exposed in this squatting position. Reid had fantasized about getting inside Keith since Melissa first brought him home. He saw his opportunity, and he lubed up his tool. Keith gave no opposition as Reid punctured his pierced cock into his brother-in-law’s rectum. I jacked off, watching this family orgy at peak action. The three hot sweaty men fucked in a line. Keith made out with his son as his and Reid’s thrusts escalated. Keith started panting. “I’m gonna blow Noey. You want father’s sperm?” “Please Dad. Cum in me!” Keith slammed into Noah, spewing rope after rope of his father seed. Reid subsequently slammed into Keith, filling the Christian conservative man on his descent to Hell with poisonous poz cum. I hopped on the bed, grabbed Keith’s head, and shoved my ejaculating cock in his mouth. “You like that Hellboy?” Keith smiled around my cock. I knew he was hooked. “Fuck. That was so much cum Keith. When was the last time you fucked mom?” Noah laughed. Keith swatted Noah’s ass. It jiggled around his dick. “Still call me dad, Noey. I hadn’t cum in weeks. I don’t really have sex with your mom anymore. It was never that great anyway. Seeing your slutty hole today awakened something in me.” Keith leaned down and kissed Noah on the forehead. “I should get going before your mom wakes up and sees I’m gone.” Reid pulled out of Keith, and Keith pulled out of Noah. After a couple minutes, Keith was gone. Noah looked at Reid and me with a huge, shocked grin. “How the fuck did that happen?” He giggled and collapsed his head onto a pillow. Reid got off the bed and backed towards the bathroom. “You’re telling me! I just pozzed my sister’s husband. The most conservative Jesus freak I know. What a fucking awesome Christmas!” Reid shut the door. I stood over Noah, gazing upon his ravaged body. “Look at what I unleashed,” I laughed. Noah snorted and laughed. Then the tired slut fell asleep, cum soaking into him. When the time came, I said goodbye to Reid, kissed Noah as he slept, and left for the airport. *** Almost a year has passed since the adventures of last Christmas. I’ve kept in touch with Noah and Reid from across the country. Noah moved in with Reid in New York City and became his permanent house boy. He got his high school diploma in New York and is taking a year off before college to focus on his true passion in life: being a universal cumdump. Reid finally ended his sham of a marriage with Lisa. He’s free to openly be the poz top he’s always been. It’s generated him thousands of adoring Twitter followers. Reid finally got around to telling Keith that the load he had deposited was charged. Keith promptly got tested, and the test came back positive. He now sleeps in Noah’s old room, and Melissa has no idea what happened to their marriage. Every once in a while, he sneaks in a blond twink, role plays as if they’re Noah and inseminates them. Melissa came around to accepting Noah for being gay, but definitely doesn’t want to hear about his sexcapades. Reid, however, is still on her naughty list. As for me, nothing has really changed. However, instead of traveling during the holidays this year, I am hosting Reid and Noah for another cumdump Christmas. Maybe I’ll let you know how it goes 😉

Part 9 - Monday - Long way home Mark woke to the sensation of his hard cock being massaged by Joe’s ass. Joe had taken advantage of Mark’s morning wood and, having impaled himself, was trying to milk another load out of his brother. Mark reached his arm around, pulled his brother closer as he thrust his hips against Joe’s butt, driving his cock in deep. He continued to drill into Joe’s warm pussy and rolled him over on to his stomach. The pounding awoke Kyle, who rolled over and watched his boyfriend get fucked again by Mark. Mark soon felt the cum rise and began to pump his load inside his brother’s doomed cunt. Mark pulled out and looked at Kyle, “Your turn,” he said as he moved off. Kyle climbed behind Joe, pulled him to his knees, driving his hard cock into Joe’s cum slicked hole. Mark sat back and watched, trying to decide which was hotter - watching his brother get fucked or Kyle’s ass as it flexed with each thrust. Mark stood up and moved behind Kyle, whispering in his ear and urging him on. As Kyle pulled back out of Joe, Mark shoved his cum-covered cock into Kyle, who moaned loudly and fucked himself on Mark's cock and then ramming back into Joe. Mark worked Kyle’s nipples, pinching and twisting them which caused Kyle to clamp down on Mark’s cock. Kyle was in pure bliss and tried to hold off his orgasm but finally gave in and shoved his throbbing cock into his boyfriend. Mark felt Kyle’s breathing change and as he lunged forward into Joe, Mark pushed forward ramming his cock deep into Kyle. Kyle shot a large wad of neg cum into Joe while his ass milked a poz load out of Mark into his own hole. The guys lay in a pile, their cocks and asses twitching as their systems calmed down. After several minutes Mark extracted himself from the pile, entered the bathroom, and took a shower, giving himself a thorough cleansing, after which, having dried himself, he stepped back into the bedroom to find Joe and Kyle were still in bed, making out, as a matter of fact. Giving the two boys a smile of approval, Mark dressed in his workout clothing and headed towards the gym. The gym was empty and Mark looked over the equipment again while stretching out. He hopped on the elliptical machine and began. He worked up a good sweat and kept pushing himself. He heard a noise and looked towards the door as Dennis walked in. Dennis had a big smile and he headed toward Mark. Instead of stopping he motioned with his head toward the locker room. Mark got off the machine and followed Dennis. Once inside the locker room, Dennis pinned Mark against the lockers and kissed him roughly. Finally, he pulled back away from Mark and said “Thanks for setting that party up. That was freakin' wild. I’ve seen those guys around but never thought they might be toxic breeders. The only time I’ve seen Luis was with his ass backed up to a glory hole at the new ABS. My boyfriend loved putting his cock in my ass last night and feeling all that cum inside.” Mark nodded “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Hopefully everyone got what he wanted.” “Oh yeah, I know I did. I hope it's enough to do the trick,” Dennis replied. “Let’s make sure. Turn around and drop those pants,” Mark commanded. Dennis grinned and turned around, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall. Bending over the bench he spread his ass. Mark could readily see that Dennis' hole was still swollen. Mark dropped his shorts, slipped his cock out of the side of the pouch and stroked his already stiffening cock. He spit on Dennis’s hole and shoved his cock in half way and held it there. “What’s the charge for a late checkout?” Mark asked. Dennis was surprised by the question, but answered “One load and you can checkout by one, sir." The pain was clearly showing in his voice. “Mmmm, good, that’s all I need,” Mark replied as he thrust his cock the rest of the way in. Mark knew Dennis wasn’t ready for his cock and could feel Dennis’ hole spasm around it. As the spasms subsided, he began to piston in and out of Dennis’ pussy. He enjoyed fucking Dennis, who was one of those bottoms who knew how to work a cock, yet who always let the top be in control. Mark knew time was short though, and he began to make longer and longer thrusts until his cock was just coming out of Dennis’s hole before he drove back in. Dennis started to beg for Mark’s load and his bug. Hearing Dennis plead just made Mark fuck harder until he felt the load build in his balls. He put his arm around Dennis’s neck and slammed his cock in hard a few times before the cum began to shoot, coating Dennis’s guts. As he lay on top of his back, Mark’s sweat soaked into Dennis’ shirt as he whispered in Dennis’ ear “I wish I could be here when you convert and become a true poz pig. It won’t be long.” Mark pulled his cock out and Dennis turned back around and started to lick the cum and ass juice off his cock. When Mark was satisfied, he pulled his cock out of Dennis’s mouth and tucked it back inside the jock and put his shorts on. “Text me and let me know how things turn out, okay?” Dennis replied “Yeah, I will.” “Oh, and check up on the Steven and Joe. You guys need to help each other out when your bodies lose the battle with the bug. I’m pretty sure all four of you will be poz soon.” Mark walked back to the room with a smile on his face. Joe and Kyle were dressed and sitting on the couch smoking a bowl. Mark stripped as soon as the door closed and headed to the shower. “Smells like someone had a good workout” Joe yelled as the water in the shower turned on. A few minutes later Mark came out and put on the last of his clean clothes. “I’m heading over to the Tattoo shop. Do you guys want to go?” Joe and Kyle jumped up and said “Hell, yeah.” They drove over to the shop and walked in. Thad was over near his tattoo chair sketching on a drawing pad. He stopped and greeted the guys “Hey, guys. Glad you came back. Daryl is in back if you want to see him.” “I just want to pick up a couple piercings” Mark said. Kyle immediately picked up when Mark stopped “And I want to see about an appointment.” “Yeah, I warned him. I think that's what he’s getting ready for. Let me get him,” Thad replied. Soon out of the doorway walked Thad and right behind him was Daryl. Daryl wasn’t what Mark was expecting. Daryl looked to be in his late 30’s, stood about six foot tall and was on his way to becoming a bear. Like Thad, he sported a long pony tail but instead of scruff he had a bushy beard. Barrel chested with fur popping out from under his tank top, and thick legs that looked like they could break Thad in two in a flash. Daryl was no stranger to the piercing needle either. Mark spotted numerous piercings in both ears, a bridge and septum piercings in his nose, snake bites in his lower lip, large nipple rings were visible through his tank top. Mark noticed the ink too. While not as dense as Thad’s or his own, it covered a large part of his visible skin. Daryl let out a hearty “Hi, what can I help you with?” Kyle hesitated a moment so Mark answered with “I saw a couple piercings in your display while Joe was getting inked yesterday that I would like to get.” “Sure, which ones?” Mark pointed out the ones he saw the day before and Daryl unlocked the cabinet and pulled them out and laid them on the counter. Daryl looked at Mark’s chest, the tight fitting t-shirt revealing all of the curves. “You don’t seem to have your nips pierced for these so I assume its for a PA?” He didn’t wait for an answer and continued “Obviously these are just for decoration. I don’t recommend leaving these in during sex since they’ll shred the pussy you’re fucking. The one with the mini mace balls especially.” Mark chuckled “Yeah, probably.” “These are 7/8ths inch diameter. I have the one on the left in 3/4 and one inch too.” Mark said “OK, I’ll take the mace one and the other one in 3/4 inch.” “Great. That's the last mace one I have. I only made up a couple. A lot of guys get freaked out when they see it. Let me grab the other one and we’ll be done,” Daryl said as he rummaged through a box looking for the right size., ringing up Mark's purchase and then asking “Was that it? Thad said something about someone wanting to get a PA.” Kyle responded “That would be me, but I want to get two.” Mark and Daryl looked at him with a perplexed look. “Oh, not both for me. One for me and one for my boyfr… er, uh, Joe,” Kyle said, looking completely embarrassed. Mark laughed and Daryl looked at the clock checking to see if there was enough time before saying “I think we can squeeze two in if you don’t mind being together when I do it. And if he’s your boyfriend, I would hope neither of you minds.” Kyle pulled out a wad of money, settling the transaction. Daryl ushered both Joe and Kyle into the back room and Mark followed Daryl. Mark noticed poking up above the neckline of Daryl’s tank top was the top of a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades and smiled. “Nice ink, Daryl,” patting him on the biohazard tat. “OK, both of you stand next to the table and drop your pants and underwear and lets figure out where we do this” Daryl said. Mark interrupted and said “Let's pierce them a bit larger than you usually do. An eight gauge, maybe. They’re not going to change their mind and they will be stretching them as soon as possible. Daryl looked at Joe and Kyle asking “You okay with this?” Joe replied “He’s the expert.” Daryl said “Cool” before first lifting Kyle’s cock and looking it over. Reaching over and grabbing an alcohol wipe he tore it open and sanitized the top quarter of his penis. Daryl then picked up a marker and put a dot at the spot the needle would go in. He grabbed another alcohol wipe and slid his chair over to Joe. He followed the same procedure with Joe, releasing his cock. Mark was rubbing his cock through his jeans as Daryl continued “You guys have really nice cocks. They would look even better with a ladder, I bet.” Joe and Kyle looked back bewildered. “A ladder?” they both said. Daryl said “Yeah. A Jacob’s ladder. It's a series of bars that run up the cock perpendicular to it. Here, let me show you,” as Daryl stood, dropped his shorts, lifted his cock, displaying the row of eight bars across the bottom of his cock and the mace balled PA ring on the end. “That would wreck a hole,” Joe said as Daryl pulled up his shorts, smiling. “OK, there’s only room for one on the table, so Joe you stand to the side and Kyle you get up and lay back.” Daryl pulled over a tray and ripped open a swab. “This has a topical numbing liquid on it, but a lot of guys think this is the worst part of getting a PA. Do you ever play with sounds?” Daryl asked, looking at Kyle. “Sounds?” Kyle asked a little bewildered. “Ah, never mind. Look it up. It can be fun.” With that, Daryl stuck the swap into Kyle’s piss slit and pushed it down and twisted it around. Kyle squirmed and whimpered. “Once I start with the needle, you have to be still. No more moving around. Got it?” said Daryl in a stern voice. Kyle nodded and gripped the table with one hand and Joe’s hand with the other. Daryl waited a minute for the anesthetic to do its work and picked up the receiving tube and slid it down Kyle’s urethra and then got the needle. “Breathe deep a few times, nice and slow. In……. out….” Daryl told Kyle. On the third inhale, Daryl pushed the needle in, sliding the ring in behind the needle and pulling the receiver out. He popped the ball into the ring and blotted the blood off. “You okay?” he asked. “Yeah, I’m ready. Poke me when you want,” Kyle replied. Daryl chuckled “It’s done, you goof.” Kyle looked down at his cock head with the ring in it. "Wow,” was all he could say. “Fuck, that is amazing,” was Joe’s response. Daryl looked up at Joe and said “Good, cuz you’re next.” Daryl wrapped the head of Kyle’s cock in gauze and helped him sit up and stand. Kyle pulled up his underwear putting his wrapped cock inside and pulled up his pants. Kyle walked over to a chair and sat down. Joe hopped up on the table and was ready by the time Daryl walked back. Daryl threw away the used wrapping and dumped the needle and receiver in a biohazard waste container and set up the items for Joe. Mark moved next to the table and grabbed Joe’s hand, his cock tenting his pants. Daryl repeated the procedure except Joe watched every step. After it was done, Joe sat up on the table with his bandaged cock and pulled up his underwear before standing and slowly pulling up his jeans, gingerly stuffing his cock in. Daryl looked at Mark and said “I assume you know how to care for your boys’ new piercings?” Mark looked at Daryl and laughed before explaining “Joe is my brother. I’m just visiting for the weekend. “ “Oooohhhh. Sorry” Daryl responded. “No need to apologize, but I will tell them about what to do… and not do. The ‘no sex for a few weeks’ part is going to be the worst for them, I bet.” As they walked back to the front of the shop, Daryl handed each of them a small bottle of mild soap and a sheet telling them what to do and not to do. “Be sure to follow the soaking instructions. It may be a pain, but will help it heal more quickly,” Daryl said. Thad tapped Joe on the shoulder and said “We didn’t schedule your next visit yesterday. Can we do it two weeks from yesterday, same time?” Joe replied “I think that will work, unless I have the flu then.” Mark smiled. Mark drove back to the hotel and packed his suitcase and backpack. The three of them got in the car and Mark dropped Joe and Kyle off at their apartment. Standing on the curb, Mark gave Joe a big hug. “Keep in touch. I’ll call Mom and Dad on my drive to the airport and tell them what we decided. Don’t forget it. Oh, and let me know what happens,” he said with a smile. Mark then gave a big hug to Kyle whispering in his ear “Take care of each other. You may be sick together. Text me if you need anything.” Mark got in the car and drove back towards the highway. Driving down the expressway he dialed his Mom, who answered the call on the first ring. Clearly she had been waiting for the call as she began her usual harangue “Why didn’t you call us? We were worried. Are you okay? How is Joe? Where are you?” Mark waited for the string of questions to end before he bothered to speak. “Everything is okay. Not perfect, but okay. And both Joe and I are fine.” He detailed the story n which Joe and he had agreed, assuring his parents that things will work out well for Joe. “He just needs to survive one and a half semesters and he will graduate," Mark added. “I’m almost to the airport, so I have to hang up. I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.” Mark hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Mark took the exit off the highway and pulled down the side street to the car rental place. Pulling in to the lot he spotted Aaron sitting on a bench tapping away at his phone. Mark stopped and got out of the car and got his bags. When he turned around there was Aaron standing in front of him with a very big smile. “Hi. Welcome back. I hope the car was okay. Did you have a good time visiting?” Aaron said a bit too enthusiastically. Mark then saw Aaron gazing at his crotch and just smiled. “Oh, let's put your stuff back in the car. The shuttle bus is having issues, so I’ll drive you over to the airport,” Aaron explained. Mark saw the shuttle bus in the pickup zone with the driver standing next to it and just shook his head, wondering where this was going but said “Okay, thanks.” Mark got in the car and Aaron drove the car to the exit and the person in the hut just raised the gate and waved. Aaron drove down the road and made a few turns before he pulled into an abandoned self serve car wash. Parking the car, Aaron looked over at Mark saying “I hope we have time for a repeat. I couldn’t stop thinking about you fucking me all weekend long. You’re right, bare does feel better and I tried out a few other cocks to make sure.” Mark looked around and saw no one but still said “Here?” Aaron said “This is the only place I could find nearby. The rental office has too many people today.” “Alright, then” and Mark got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side grinning. Aaron got out and started to get in the back seat when Mark pulled him back and pushed him against the car, his chest against Aaron’s back, whispering in his ear “You want to fuck here, then we do it outside.” Sliding Aaron towards the front of the car, he bent him over on the hood (bonnet). Reaching around, he unbuckled Aaron’s belt, unbuttoned the pants and then pushed them down to his knees. When he tried to pull down Aaron’s underwear, it was caught on his hard cock. He slid his hands in Aaron’s underwear and stroked Aaron’s cock and freed the underwear. He kept stroking Aaron until he started to feel precum ooze from his cock. Coating his finger with Aaron’s precum he spread it over Aaron’s hole and then slid his finger inside. Slowly he finger fucked Aaron until he was able to get two fingers inside. His fingernail would occasionally catch and scratch Aaron’s tender cunt. Mark’s cock was straining at his jeans. He undid them and let them drop as his cock poked over the top of his jockstrap. Mark pulled his cock out the side of his jock and stroked it. Moving close behind Aaron he asked “What do you want Aaron?” “Please, sir, fuck me again” Aaron replied. Mark wanted to hear him beg for his toxic load “And?” “Please, sir, cum inside me. Fill me up with your seed,” Aaron begged. Mark teased his hole with his dripping cock as Aaron pushed his ass back, trying to snare himself on Mark. “Are you sure? I may have picked up something from one of the boys I fucked this weekend,” Mark added. “I don’t care. I need your cock and cum in me. PLEASE FUCK ME,” Aaron pleaded. The last part was loud and if anyone had been within a few hundred yards they would have heard it. Mark looked down, positioned his cock on Aaron’s pink hole and began the slide in. Aaron was panting and trying to relax as Mark’s cock relentlessly pushed inside aided by Mark’s pus and precum. Aaron gasped as he felt the head pop inside the outer ring. Mark’s cock felt better and thicker than any he had taken and he needed to feel it fuck him roughly until he got filled with hot, creamy cum. Mark waited a moment letting Aaron get used to his thick cock and then started thrusting his cock in. It wasn’t going easy. He didn’t want to get caught fucking Aaron in public but he needed to breed this sweet 19 year old hole again. Each jab of his cock pushed Aaron’s face into the hood of the car. Harder and faster he rammed his cock into Aaron’s pussy. 'He’s going to be knocked up before he’s twenty', thought Mark, mentally adding '“hopefully it's my seed that does it'. He felt his balls start to tighten and asked Aaron “You want this load?” “YES SIR! BREED MY ASS!” was Aaron's immediate response. It was all the encouragement that Mark needed. He slammed his cock in at an angle, scraping his PA along Aaron’s colon and began pumping another toxic load into Aaron's body. “Yes! YES! I CAN FEEL IT!” screamed Aaron. Mark gave a few hard thrusts and pulled his cock out. Looking down he saw some streaks of blood and cum on his cock. He pulled Aaron back and forced him to his knees. “Lick my cock clean, Aaron” Mark said in a commanding voice. Aaron looked up at Mark, unsure he could lick a cock that had just been in his ass. Mark nodded and Aaron began to clean his first cock - cum, puss, blood and all. The taste of cum drove him crazy with lust and he made sure he licked Mark’s cock and balls clean. Mark stood back and helped Aaron to his feet. They both pulled up their pants and got into the car and started driving back to the airport terminal. Nothing was said for a few minutes until Aaron said “Thank you, that was even hotter than the last time.” During the rest of the drive Mark debated telling Aaron about the poz cum in his ass, soaking in and becoming part of his body, but decided it really didn’t matter at this point. Aaron would find out soon enough if he was infected. If he kept up getting bred by strangers he would end up poz anyway. Aaron dropped Mark off at the terminal and Mark gave him a hug telling him “Thanks, hope you liked it as much as I did.” Aaron blushed and said “Oh, I did!” Mark walked inside and checked in for his flight. After making it through security, Mark sat at his gate for a while thinking about the weekend. He only got one load, but what a fuck it was. Every hole that he bred was neg, but probably not for much longer. He felt closer to his brother than ever before. His daydreaming was stopped as he heard the boarding announcement so he got in line. Walking on the airplane he was greeted by the same male flight attendant who had caught him reeking of cum. They both smiled and nodded at each other as he got on the plane and found his seat. Thankfully no one was next to him and the elderly woman in the aisle seat didn’t try to talk to him. He slept most of the flight waking up just in time to get his little cup of soda. The flight attendant winked at him as he got his drink and he chuckled to himself “Don’t get your hopes up. Not my type, sister.” After they landed Mark joined the herd getting off the plane and went up to the board looking for his new gate number. Just as he found it a hand rested on his shoulder and he heard “Do you need any help sir?” It was the flight attendant. “Let me show you the way” he said as Mark started to protest. They walked down the concourse and the flight attendant said “You must have had a really good time when you were here last Thursday. I’d like to nail that ass and leave my load in you like the other guy did.” Mark looked at the guy in disbelief and said “I’m mostly a top.” The flight attendant laughed “Ive heard that before, honey” and nudged Mark to his right, into the men’s room where he got fucked the last time. The flight attendant wasted no time and directed Mark back to the stalls and pushed him into the same stall as last time. Opening up his pants he looked at Mark and said “Suck it, Mr. Top.” Mark found himself strangely turned on and opened his mouth and started sucking what looked like a very average cut cock. As it grew in his mouth he realized it was bigger than he thought, maybe eight inches long and not quite as thick as Mark’s. His face started to get fucked and the long cock pushed into his throat. Mark was no stranger to long cocks and he gave it a good working over. As quick as it started, Mark felt the cock get pulled from his mouth and he was getting up and turning around. “Drop them” he was told and he did, only to hear a quiet laugh behind him. The flight attendant rubbed his cock around Mark’s hole and then just shoved in. Mark gasped and felt the rest of the guy's cock slide in. “Yeah, you know how to take cock pretty good for a top. Well, you’re my bitch now,” the attendant muttered. His ass was getting pummeled. The sounds of the hand dryers was drowning out the quiet grunts he was making as he leaned against the wall being used just like he had used Aaron a few hours earlier. The flight attendant's breathing changed, and the tell-tale thrusts told Mark he was about to be bred, and sure enough, with one hard slam which pushed him up against the wall, Mark felt his gut being flooded with cum. He also felt the attendant's hot breath on his neck as the last few spurts filled his gut. The flight attendant whispered “A slut like you doesn’t mind an ass full of toxic cum, I’m sure. Enjoy.” Suddenly his ass was empty and the flight attendant was wiping his cock off with some toilet paper then walking out of the stall, leaving Mark just like he was the week before. Mark cleaned himself up a bit and and left the bathroom, walking over to the gate for his flight home. He sat down feeling the squishiness in his ass as he tried to keep it in. He sent off a text to Eric, asking if he was okay. A few minutes later he got a reply “Feel like hell but need ur cock.” Mark remembered that feeling - sick and unbelievably horny at the same time. His flight started boarding and he got up found his seat on the plane. He fell asleep before the flight took off and woke up as the wheels hit the ground. Mark collected his stuff and grabbed a Uber home. Walking in, he dropped his stuff just inside the door and went into the bedroom. Looking down at Eric, he was surprised at how bad he looked - pale and covered in sweat. He took his clothes off and climbed in bed, kissing Eric on the forehead. Eric moaned and giving a very weak “Hi, babe.” Mark rolled Eric over on his side and kissed his neck while wrapping his arm around Eric’s torso. Mark reached down and Eric was rock hard. “Fuck me,” Eric whispered. Mark was very turned on by the sight of his boyfriend converting and his own cock was fully erect. Mark slid his cock into Eric, feeling the warmth of his fevered body. Slowly he fucked Eric, knowing he couldn’t take the intensity of their usual fuck. It didn’t matter, after only a few minutes Mark couldn’t hold back and began to shoot volleys of cum into his boyfriend's newly poz hole. He kissed Eric again, holding him tight and left his cock deep inside as they both passed out.

My very first fuck was not only bareback put also poz. I was 24. Very sexually inexperienced. I'd only had sex with 2 people, ans I’d just moved to NYC with my girlfriend (yes, seriously). Onight leaving the office I was cruised on the street by this beautiful man. Black, sexy as hell, with the most magnetic gaze. I couldn’t fight the gay urges any longer, so I turned around and talked to him. We exchanged phone numbers. Eventually we had drinks one night and we ended up fucking - in the bed I shared with my girlfriend when she was away. Or, I should say – he fucked me. I’d fantasized about getting fucked for so long and couldn’t believe it was happening to me. I didn’t even stop to think about condoms. He fucked me and then came inside. I was on my back and I remember how expertly he lifted up my legs and dropped a dollop of spit that landed right on my hole. He had a very nice thick cock, and I remember it sliding in so easily, like I'd been waiting for it all these years. And I remember after he’d pulled out, he said, “You really shouldn’t do that.” This was in the late 80s. But I didn’t quite figure out what that meant exactly. We fucked about a dozen times after that (he was, and still is, one of the coolest people I’ve ever met), but he rubbered up for a lot of them (even though sometimes I'd manage to talk him out of it - I just loved get fucked intimately, which didn't mean condoms) We stayed in touch, and it was only a few years later that I figured out he was poz. But we never, ever talked about it. Fortunately for me, it didn’t take. I had a number of raw fucks over the years, but I was never very promiscuous. I’d always feel guilty, then get tested, feel relief when it was negative, and swear that I’d be better. Which wouldn't last long.