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------- Chapter 5.2 - The Package ------- The quick trip back to get his arm tattoo finished was turning out to not be as easy as he thought. Ric was too young to rent a car and it turned out none of his friends could give him a ride up to Thad's shop that day. He didn't want to let his parents know he was back in town since he knew they would have a million questions he didn't want to answer, like "an appointment for what?" or "where did you get the money for this?" A quick call to Joe seemed to solve his issue, but it seemed complicated. The plan was: when he landed he was to take the rental car shuttle to meet Joe's friend Aaron. When Aaron got off of work, he'd ride home with Aaron and maybe sleep on his couch and would get dropped off for his Saturday morning appointment. Aaron would take him back to the airport and work his shift on Sunday. Ric hated to impose on someone he'd never met, but Joe had assured him that Aaron was willing to help out. So there he sat, waiting for the A1 Car Rental shuttle to pick him up. He was nervous when the bus showed up, but he got on and was immediately asked about his reservation. "Uh, I don't have one. I was supposed to meet Aaron there" Ric replied. "Oh yeah, we're expecting you. Have a seat" the driver said. Seconds later, the driver called over the radio "Base, your package arrived." Ric chuckled and waited several minutes until well dressed businesswoman got on, telling the driver about her reservation. A few minutes later, the driver called over the radio "Two people, one rez for Jackson, one sweet looking package. On our way." He got to the remote rental building and let the customer check in while he sat down on the bench. He wondered if the nerdy guy behind the counter was Aaron, but didn't want to interfere with a real customer to get a closer look. A minute later, another guy came out from the back. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie loosened, but the guy was closer to Joe's description of Aaron. The guy walked over toward Ric and said "Hi, are you Ric? I'm Aaron. I need to do a few things before we close so just get comfortable. You west coast people really love the last flight in" laughing quietly. Ric saw the biohazard tattoo on Aaron's left forearm and smiled before he checked his phone and he saw a message from Shane. "You coming in tonight?" followed by "When's ur appt?" Ric replied "@airport waiting 4 ride appt manana @noon" A few minutes later Shane replied "ok be at abs @ 10am." Ric shook his head and wondered why Shane cared, why he wanted to go to an adult book store and then, which one. He sat around waiting and soon most of the lights went off. Aaron went around locking things up and said "If you gotta piss, do it quick. We're leaving in five." Ric chuckled, liking Aaron's bluntness and decided that he should probably drain his bladder before the ride up north and went into the restroom. Just as he started to piss, Aaron walked in. "Joe said you were cute and he wasn't kidding. I assume he gave you something permanent" Aaron said. Ric laughed and replied "Yeah he did. From the tattoo, I guess he gave you the same thing?" Aaron grinned saying "Nah, it was his brother, but same club." Ric looked over his shoulder and watched Aaron rub his crotch. "I really appreciate you giving me a ride up there and back. I was planning on getting a room over at the Rest Inn. Dennis said he could set me up" Ric told Aaron. "You know Dennis? Cool. He's a really good guy. Do you want some roommates for the night? I always have fun over there" Aaron replied. "If its ok with Dennis, its ok with me" Ric said as he shook off his cock and stuffed it back in his jeans. While he washed his hands, Aaron took his spot at the urinal and pissed a surprisingly long time. They walked back into the dark building and out the door, with Aaron locking the deadbolt. Aaron led him over to his car and they drove over to the exit. Once through, Aaron got out and locked the hut and then the gate. It was a boring drive, one that Ric had done several times. They chatted a bit and Ric said "So, you know Mark too?" Aaron chuckled and said "Yeah, he knocked me up in that bathroom. Or over in the car wash, I don't know which fuck did it. Freaked me out but it's the best thing that's ever happened. I learned a lot, got a bunch of friends out of it and a killer boyfriend." "Nice. I hope I get the fun room I had when I met Joe. It would be good if you can stay over. You can bring your boyfriend too" Ric said. Aaron smiled over at Ric. As they got close to the exit Ric asked "I got a message from a friend that I have to stop by the adult book store tomorrow morning. Do you know which one he's talking about?" Aaron laughed and said "There's only one and we're going to pass it in a minute. You got the room, you should use it as much as possible instead of going over there. Hell, bring your friend over tonight and we can knock his ass up good." Ric smiled. "I already did, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind a recharge. I don't know why he wants to meet there in the morning" Ric said. He tapped out a message to Shane and asked. "wrestlng coach goes there sat mornings if no team match" was followed by "u asked if he played" and then "he sucks or gets blown there" were Shane's replies. Ric smiled and thought he knew what Shane was thinking. Before he could reply he got another message from Shane "u want to tag him 4 booting ur friend off team?" "wanted to get pics, ur idea better" Ric replied. Seconds later Shane texted "do both." Hearing Ric chuckle as he texted prompted Aaron to ask "what's so funny?" "Just realized my friend is more twisted than I thought" Ric replied. Ric then sent Shane "can u stop over to hotel tonite?" Shane replied a second later "Cant. got plans w/marcus ;)" Ric smiled again, hoping that Shane was going to tap Marcus and experience his hot ass. By now he decided he was going to need to make sure that his balls were full in the morning and that would dampen the fun he had tonight. Aaron pulled into the hotel, parked and the pair walked inside. Dennis was standing there at the reception desk, grinning. "Right on time and you even brought me a treat" Dennis said as he winked at Aaron, adding "How's Nick feeling? We really nailed him the other night." "Horny again. Hopefully he's ready to fuck, I drained my balls earlier" Aaron said as Dennis laid a key on the counter. "You got Room 221. Sorry, the fun rooms are booked, but no one is close so you can make a lot of noise there. I'll be up in a few hours to tuck you in" Dennis said, chuckling. Ric and Aaron headed up to the room and found that Dennis had at least supplied a few drinks and snacks. "I would have preferred one king instead of two queen beds" Ric said as he watched Aaron tapping away on his phone. "Nick will be here in about an hour, he's finishing up with some guy" Aaron said. "I thought he was your boyfriend" Ric asked. "He is, but we both mess around on the side and usually tell each other about our hookups" Aaron replied. They both grabbed something to drink, Ric a beer and Aaron a bottle of water. Soon Ric had his shirt and shoes off and Aaron shed his work uniform. As he emptied the beer, Ric laughed and took his jeans off too to match Aaron. Both guys laid down on one of the beds. Aaron turned on his side, looking at Ric and said "Joe told me to take care of you. I'm not sure if that means to keep you out of trouble or if I'm supposed to be your fuck toy for the weekend." Ric glanced over and saw Aaron smiling back at him. "Knowing him, probably both" Ric said, laughing afterward. He watched Aaron look up and down his body but always going back and staring at his bulge. "I'm pretty beat and I want to save a big load for tomorrow morning, so I'm probably going to be the fuck toy tonight. I could use a good dicking anyway, most guys want me to top and I miss feeling a guy breed me" Ric said, giving Aaron a wink. Seconds later, Aaron rolled between Ric's legs and began gnawing on the bulge through the thin fabric of Ric's trunks. Once it was thoroughly soaked and Ric's shaft was hard and poking out the top band, Aaron pulled them down and tossed them on the floor. "Oh fuck, yeah. If you're not fucking tonight, then I better get this tomorrow night or you're walking to the airport" Aaron said before letting out a laugh. He licked and sucked for several minutes before working his way down to Ric's heavy balls. Ric pulled his legs back to give Aaron better access and when Aaron was done, he pushed Ric back a little further. It gave him space to lick further down, spread Ric's ass apart and dive in. Ric moaned deeply while Aaron licked and poked his tight hole. "Mmm, one of my favorites - sweaty, hairy and poz" Aaron growled before working a finger in. "You weren't kidding, you haven't been fucked in a while. This is fuckin' tight!" he said a few moments later. Aaron stood up and tugged his underwear off and when he went to get on the bed, Ric had spun around with his head hanging off the edge of the bed. His stiff cock went into Ric's eager mouth and he pulled him up so he could get back to munching on Ric's hole. Aaron was in heaven and wasn't sure he wanted to fuck. Ric's mouth, tongue and throat felt good on his cock and his ass ring kept playing with Aaron's tongue and fingers. Occasionally, Ric would rub a spit covered finger over his pucker and his whole body would shake. When he felt his balls begin to churn he knew he better start fucking soon or he would be emptying them down Ric's throat. Aaron pushed three fingers in and twisted them around before laying Ric back down on his back. Slowly he pulled his cock free of Ric's mouth and climbed between his legs. Ric grabbed his legs again and pulled back as Aaron rubbed his slick cock around Ric's hole. With a firm push, Aaron slid in until he was firmly planted against Ric's ass. The two stared at each other, smiling. Ric gave a few squeezes with his sphincter and Aaron let out a long groan. "God that feels good. I'm gonna get you ready for Nick and Dennis. Your hole is going to be flooded with our toxic jizz by morning" Aaron said. Aaron might have started out gentle but he worked up to a firm pounding. He flipped Ric on to his knees and drilled him as they knelt on the bed. Aaron loved feeling the sweaty back against his chest, so when he pushed Ric on to all fours, they stayed like that and he pushed himself on to his feet and drove hard into Ric's loosening hole. Aaron plowed Ric like that for another ten minutes until he felt his balls tighten. His thrusts got harder until he gave one last shove and felt his cock erupt. Aaron moaned loudly as shot after shot of his viral cum pumped into Ric's guts. "Damn, that load was bigger than I thought after my fuck earlier" Aaron said after he pulled his still hard cock out of Ric's hole. "Who was the lucky guy? A customer?" Ric asked. "Nah, the guy behind the counter that you saw when you got there. Greedy little fuck should be knocked up any day now" Aaron said, chuckling. Adding "Guess I'll be covering the desk again while I find a new hole to charge up." Dennis clapped as he leaned against the door. "One welcome home gift given, I hope you don't mind another one, Ric" Dennis said. Several minutes later Aaron's boyfriend Nick showed up while Dennis was fucking Ric. With a second load in Ric's now sloppy hole, Nick took over and was soon adding his cum. "Surprised to see you bottoming tonight, Ric. Giving that killer dick a rest?" Dennis asked. "I want to have a big load ready for tomorrow morning. A friend says that the wrestling coach goes to the adult book store on Saturday mornings. I want to feed him a load and maybe get a pic or two of him there" Ric said, with a tinge of anger in his voice. "Is that the guy that kicked Joe off the team?" Dennis asked. "Yeah. I was just going to get pics, but my friend suggested giving him a gift or two as well" Ric replied. "Too bad Joe isn't here to help out. I bet he'd really enjoy it. What time do you have to be there? Isn't your appointment with Thad tomorrow?" Dennis asked. Aaron and Nick were listening closely and a grin slowly grew over their faces. "10 AM for the book store, noon for Thad. Who knows if the coach will even show, but I hope he does" Ric said. "Well, you're going to need some sleep. Let me know how it goes. I'll be working tomorrow night, so I'll see you then" Dennis said as he got up and left the three in the room. "How about we leave here at 9:45 and come back around 11:30 for a shower before your appointment?" Aaron asked as he pulled down the covers of the other bed. "Sounds good" Ric replied. They were all asleep in minutes, Aaron and Nick in one bed and Ric in the other. -- Ric saw Shane walking into the book store as they pulled up. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you at 11:30?" Ric asked. "Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world. We're going to help, if we can" Aaron said. He parked and the three went inside, splitting up right away. Ric got a bunch of tokens from the cashier before finding Shane and they talked quietly. They got Nick in the left of three booths and Shane took the right one. Aaron was on his knees sucking on Ric's cock outside the booths when the coach walked in. The coach looked around nervously and went into the only open booth in the middle. Nick and Shane both had their cocks out and offered them though the glory holes soon after. The coach had started to suck on Nick's cock when Shane's shaft poked through. Soon he was alternating between the two. After a couple rounds, Shane whispered "Gimme that ass." The coach bent over and went back to sucking Nick's cock while Shane used spit to lube up the coach's hole. Shane pushed his rigid shaft in surprisingly easily and began to plow away. The well used hole felt good around his cock while Marcus' loads slowly dripped out of his own hole and down his leg. He knew this had to be quick and only a few minutes later was shooting his toxic seed into the coach's ass. With the booths occupied, Ric and Aaron set up their next steps and waited for the next booth to open. Hopefully it would be either Nick's or Shane's. Shane's door opened and he walked out, zipping his jeans up. Ric watched Aaron go inside and waited for the tokens Shane had deposited to expire. It was only a few minutes, but it was enough for the coach to have turned around and start getting fucked by Nick while he sucked on Aaron's cock. The light went off, indicating no movie was playing and Ric waited another minute or so. Nick's door opened and he was grinning as he walked out. Ric banged on Aaron's door, yelling out "Add tokens or get out" in a deeper voice than normal. He laughed to himself and then went over to the empty booth and went in, adding a few tokens to the player. "Oh shit, no tokens. Be right over" Aaron said, pulling his cock out of the glory hole and shuffling over to the middle booth with his jeans partially down. The coach looked up at him, shocked that he'd just barge in, but quickly went back to sucking his cock. Ric watched through the hole and chuckled to himself before recording a minute of the coach sucking Aaron with his phone. Aaron face fucked the coach and occasionally would pull out and slap his cock on the coaches face before stuffing it back in his mouth. The third time he did it, he growled "God that looks so hot... just a sec" as he pulled out his phone. Click, click, click the phone sounded as he snapped three pictures of the coach's face with either a dick on his cheek or in his mouth. Aaron began to thrust harder and then felt his cock start to shoot into the coach's mouth. He pulled out and let a rope splash over the coach's face. Click, click and two more pics of the coach's cum covered face got recorded. Aaron stuffed his phone back in his pocket and pulled up his jeans. Patting the coach's head, he said "Thanks daddy" and left the booth. Nick was blocking the empty booth's door until he saw Dennis arrive. He grinned again and let Dennis go inside. Ric cleared his throat and tapped on the hole before sliding his half hard cock through. The coach scurried over on his knees, muttering "oh fuck" as he saw the dick that was awaiting him. He started licking, though, and soon had Ric fully hard. A few minutes later he was sucking but only getting a little over half of it into his mouth before he'd gag when it hit his throat. Dennis was on the other side, patiently watching and waiting. "Show me that pussy" Ric barked out. The coach responded and seconds later had his ass planted against the partition. "mmm, all lubed up. I love a cumdump" Ric growled as he pushed his cock against the coach's hole. It took a few tries but finally it yielded and he slowly drove his cock in. He could hear the pain in the coach's groans over the two movies and it spurred him on. Dennis had pushed his cock through the hole and the coach tried to suck on it to distract himself from the pain ripping through his body as Ric's cock tore into him. He tried to pull away from Ric's shaft, but that just pushed Dennis' cock into his throat. The coach ended up fucking himself on the two cocks as he tried to avoid either of them going too deep. Ric began to pump faster, wanting to make sure he got at least one load into the coach's pussy. The timing was hard, but when he felt the coach push back, Ric thrust in hard, plowing deeper than he'd been able to go before. Ric's cock began to shower the coach's guts with his potent load. He moaned loudly, happy that he got to do what Joe dreamed of. When the last spurt dribbled out, Ric barked out "Clean it!" Ric pulled his cock out slowly, giving the coach room to turn around. He pushed back through and felt a tongue start to lick over the head and then down the sides. Dennis chuckled as the coach backed up against the wall. His dick was sliding in moments later and Ric felt the coach moan around his shaft as he lapped up most of the cum. A few minutes later the video ended and Ric backed away, pulled up his sweats and walked out of the booth. A nicely built Latin guy was standing just outside the booth, waiting, and started to go in. Ric whispered in Spanish "You don't want to put your dick in him." "Yeah I do, I'm in the club too" Juan replied as he winked and went inside. Aaron called Ric over and said "We gotta leave or you're going to be late" as he got close. Nick, Aaron and Ric left, rushing back to the hotel with Ric showering as quickly as he could. Aaron and Nick were on the bed groping and kissing when Ric came out of the bathroom and continued while he dressed. They piled back into the car and drove over to the tattoo shop. "Hey, good to see you again. Only five minutes late, pretty good. Aaron's call earlier made it sound like you'd be an hour or two late" Thad said, chuckling. "Good thing he was keeping track or I'd still be over there fucking" Ric replied with a big grin on his face. He pulled off his shirt and sat down in the chair to get the rest of his tattoo finished. Ric laid back and tried to relax, adrenaline still keeping his heart racing. About half way through, Ric asked Thad "Got any ideas to update my first tattoo? I want to change it a bit." "Uh... you don't like it?" Thad asked. "Oh fuck no, I love it. I just want to add to it so it's a little different" Ric replied. A few minutes later, after still seeing the disappointment in Thad's face, he explained "I did a couple videos. They were supposed to crop out the upper tat, but its still visible in a few shots and I've had guys recognize me from it." Thad stopped and sat back, exclaiming "Holy fuck! That WAS you! You're a porn star now? Fuck... I saw a short video online and the tat looked familiar, but I wasn't sure. I looked through my portfolio and couldn't find a pic of it. I thought it was yours from that day with Joe. You guys were kind of rushed that day if I remember right" Thad continued. Ric nodded and said "Yeah, your work has gotten a lot of views. Too bad there's no way to credit you for it." A huge smile took over Thad's face and he started back on the arm tattoo. "I think most guys are looking at your dick, not the ink" he said. Ric laughed and told Thad "That biohazard is just as popular as my dick!" Several minutes later "I can come up with something, but the more ink you get the easier it will be to identify you. They won't want to just show your dick and ass, as hot as they are." "Yeah, I told them I wasn't going to do any more videos. That stuff gets around too easy and I don't want to affect my career later" Ric said. "It was fun to do, though. Now I can say I fucked some porn stars." Thad finished up the arm tattoo and picked up his drawing pad. He sketched out the existing tattoo and made a few copies. After a few tries he found something Ric liked and pulled out the shaving cream and razor again. "Oh fuck! I forgot about that. At least I know it grows back pretty quick now" Ric said. "Yeah, but first I want a pic of the old version for my portfolio. And the arm... and then we'll get the updated chest tat" Thad said. He snapped a few pics with his phone and grinned back at Ric. "Now... let's finish it up" Thad said.

At a party this weekend, maybe 15 or 18 people, and not unusual I drank quite a bit and needed to crash a bit in the spare room at my friends house. Maybe 20 minutes into my nap, a little cub curls up next to me, also pretty drunk. We spoon, fully clothed, but of course having him pressed into me just gets me going. He had a sexy brown bushy beard and a belly, which I rubbed under his shirt without a bit of hesitation. Lol. Also worked his nipples a bit and finally I just told him to get naked for me. No delays at all, and I motioned for him to come spoon again. This time my cock was out, and I'm rubbing it in his crack and dripping my load heavy. I told him I was going to fuck him raw and knock him up, and he just pushed back on my dick slowly. I sank in all the way, and slow fucked him as I rubbed his belly and twisted his nips. He was a happy fucking cub, and I kept dirty talking to him, calling him a good whore and sexy cum dump. When he started calling me dad and begging me to cum in his ass is when I couldn't hold off anymore and nutted as deep as I could. I kept fucking once I came, and reached around to jerk him off. He had a thick 6" cock and it spurted almost as soon as I touched it. I caught what I could and rubbed it in his beard, then we slept a little bit before going our separate ways back in the party. I love no questions asked raw fucking. If he wasn't a slut before he may be one now. 🍆

I'm down in Corpus Christi for spring break with a bud who's also gay and while the weather was nice this past weekend and lots of hot guys out looking, its slowed down more this week. But there's still guys here looking and wanting to hook up. We choose Corpus as we're both Latino and its mostly Latino guys who come here but lots of Anglos looking for Latino cock and ass too. Lots of "straight" and bi-curious guys looking too. Got messaged this morning by this hot 18 y/o Anglo high school boy, looked like a total redneck fagbasher. He said he was straight but had done stuff with guys and wanted to do more. I should have been scared but was overruled by his huge cock. He needed me to host and since my bud had already headed out to hook up I told him to come over. I was worried I was going to get beat up or maybe rolled, but he was what he said he was...all scrawny 6 feet of him. He was right to business, telling me to suck him and I gladly dropped to my knees to give that cock of his a closer look and taste. He wasn't lying that he was 9 inches and I loved how he tasted as he started throwing off precum. He stepped out of his jeans and pulled off his hoodie showing off his smooth hairless body. He'd said he was open to fucking me and getting fucked and we hadn't talked about raw, but I was down to take him that way. He stopped me a couple times as he was close to cumming and finally he asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I said I was, stood up and quickly stripped down, grabbing the lube out of the nightstand, handing it to him. I bend over the bed and could hear him lubing up his cock and felt him fingering my ass with lube and then felt his big cock head teasing my ass. The way it was stretching my ass was giving me wave after wave of pleasure and I was worried I was going to cum. He'd got barely half his dick in me and was barely stroking and I had to have him stop so I could explain what was happening. I apologized and asked if he could suck me off first or let me fuck him rather than waste my load on the sheets. He laughed and agree that would be a waste and he'd rather I fucked him than waste it. I got up off the bed and he bent over the edge of the bed and I lubed up my cock and his ass and started fucking him. I loved that he didn't even ask about condoms and just took me raw, no questions, and I got the sense he'd been fucked before as I entered him easily and he wasn't complaining. he was panting and moaning muttering the occasional "yes" and "fuck yeah" as I was stroking. More than anything I wanted to get off inside him quick so I could get fucked by that monster dick of his and soon enough I pumped a load inside him as he let off several loud satisfied yes's. As I slid out he told me "fuck that felt good" and told me it was my turn now. We switched places and this time he plunged his cock balls deep in me with one thrust and started ramming me hard, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in balls deep as the bed creaked and groaned. I was groaning about as much, begging for him to cum in me and not pull out. I could hear him laugh and say there was no chance he was pulling out to cum. He got close several times but stopped and finally I started begging him to cum in my ass, which had him egging me on, asking me how bad I wanted it. I started telling him how bad I wanted it and that he could breed my anytime he wanted and how good his cock felt. He kept hammering my ass and again I could feel the waves coming and told him he needed to cum quickly. he let out a loud groan and it felt him cum inside me, like a water balloon going off. He slowly laid down on top of me and told me how good it felt to cum inside me. He admitted he loved fucking without a condom on and was glad I didn't make him use one. I said I felt the same way and was glad he didn't make me wear one either. I could feel him laugh and he admitted he liked getting fucked and wanted me to fuck him again. I was pretty turned on that this big-dicked stud liked to get fucked and having guys cum in his ass. I was starting to guess he'd probably done anon hookups like me before and had no problem letting that guy cum in his ass. He'd already slid his cock out of me and was now up on the bad, face down and ass up. I was guessing he probably still had a problem with eye contact while getting fucked but could give a shit. I was gonna breed his ass again and was guessing he was probably getting bred a lot while spring break is on. I slid back in him and was tempted to try some dirty talk but thought the better of it. He was moaning and groaning and I was already so worked up from him fucking me I knew I wouldn't last long. He was now the one begging me to cum in his ass and not pull out, and I laughed and said there was no way I was gonna pull out. I was telling him to beg for it and that I was gonna use his ass for my pleasure. He was begging for it and soon enough gave him what he wanted and he let out a loud satisfied groan as I settled on top of him and my cock slid out. We laid there a while and he said he was still horny and asked if I wanted to suck him off or get fucked. I laughed and told him while I wanted to taste him I'd rather have him drill my ass again. I got up off him and he flipped over on his back, his cock still rock hard. "Ride me" he said and I obliged, slipping my cock down on that massive cock and started riding it. "I wanna see your face when I cum inside you" he admitted adding that a lot of guys couldn't or wouldn't take his cock on account of how big it is. I was riding it for all I was worth and again told him I would gladly take him any time he wanted and he smiled and said he'd like that and wanted to take my cock again too. I was close to cumming again and he said he too was close and again I could feel him go off inside me and moments later sprayed a huge load of cum all over his face, hair, and chest. He didn't seem to mind and was wiping it up off him and licking the cum off his hand. For being a "straight" boy he sure seemed like a cum pig, eagerly taking anon loads raw and licking up a guy's cum. His cock slid out of me as he let out a satisfied groan and I laid down on the mattress next to him. He mentioned that he should get going but asked if he could shower quick. I said sure and he headed into the bathroom to wash up. I was tempted to join but was spent and honestly, I wanted his smell and his jizz to be on me and in me for as long as I could. He came back out and dressed and we swapped cell numbers as he admitted he wanted to meet up and asked me what day I was leaving. I said Sunday and he said he was leaving Sunday too. He was from Killeen by Fort Hood and was excited I was from Dallas and said we could meet up at a halfway point to have fun. I was tempted to ask if he was hooking up with Army boys, but that was pretty obvious really, and it made sense really. Army boys pretty much all bareback and I'm guessing that's how he came to prefer it that way too. I'm guessing the Army boys love drilling a hot 18 y/o piece of ass and love taking his giant cock too. He headed out and I hoped to have more fun with him before I leave

I had decided to go off my meds to mark my 20th anniversary of converting to POZ. My return to toxicity was to coincide with the beginning of my three month winter vacation on my favorite Mexican nude beach. I had been pozed during my very first visit to this out of the way beach town. My pozer was a handsome Mexican about ten years younger than myself, probably in his mid 30's. He had a slim, fit body but the outstanding feature was his gorgeous smile that lit up his entire face. Those warm inviting eyes just pulled me in and cemented my desire to submit to anything he had to offer. When I first noticed him standing still in a crowd of dancers on the beach I was taken by his smile but certain it was not meant for me. I was sure he was cruising the four naked gym bunnies dancing behind me. I certainly would have been if I thought I'd have half a chance. I couldn't figure out why he made no move to approach them. He just stood there and smiled in their direction. I couldn't help it, but I tried not to stare at him. His smile was so magnetic. I realized I was loosing the internal staring battle and decided on another tack. I danced over beside him and when I knew I had his attention motioned to the four and said 'yeah, they are hunks aren't they?' He smiled and shook his head. In broken English he said, "I saw you last night in the street. I said to myself what a handsome man." You could have pushed me over with a feather. I stuttered, "Oh ... uh ... um ... d ... do you wanna dance." We began to seductively dance around each other. Even though many were dancing naked he was wearing shorts and an open button down shirt, I was dancing in very baggy shorts that kept threatening to slip off. About the fifth time I reached to pull them back up he grabbed the waistband pulling me in for a close dance. We could now feel each other's erections through the shorts. He reached inside to hold my hardon and said, "Let's go take care of these. " I had no intention of resisting as he took my hand and led me down the beach. We soon established he spoke very little English and I speak no Spanish. He wanted me to know up front that he only plays the active role. I assured him I love the passive bottom role. He then led me to his impressive home by Mexican standards. Without fanfare we were toasting with shots of mezcal, three each in quick succession. Suitably tipsy any of our remaining clothes were quickly ripped off. I was led upstairs and under the mosquito netting on his bed. I immediately went down on his nine inch thick cock. His instant moans made it clear he was enjoying my oral technique and I was not disappointed that his fingers were already playing with my hole. He let me deep throat him for a while and tested my endurance by holding my head down from time to time. I love drinking down a load, especially if it's going to shoot against my tonsils but I had no desire to miss a ride on his beautiful fuck stick. I was relieved when he moved me up on my hands and knees and dove in to eat me out. There was lots of spit, tongue fucking and fingers stretching my hole. Clearly he had lots of experience preparing tight asses for the onslaught of his massive tool. Remember this was twenty years ago, condoms were the norm in hookup culture. Most of the time you didn't even need to say anything, you could usually count on the top to automatically sheath up. That's why I was a bit surprised when he introduced his raw cock head to my bare hole. Without checking my assumption I decided he was just teasing me and decided I would tease him by pushing back . 'Just the tip' I thought, 'how could that hurt. ' With his raw cock head penetrating my hole I turned enough to see his face. He winked and bathed me in that stunning seductive smile. Every thought went out of my head and I became pudy just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted. He raised his eyebrows which I interpreted as him daring me and without a thought we both participated in him suddenly being balls deep bareback in my ass. If there was a thought in my mind it was 'fuckin dominate me man, take whatever you want. ' After giving my ass a moment to adjust he leaned into my ear and whispered, "ready?" I just nodded my head and he laid into a powerful doggy style pounding of my ass. I was so engrossed by the fuck that I totally forgot we had no protection. Totally lost track that a stranger was barebacking me for the first time in about 15 years. Twenty minutes of "harder", "deeper" and we were both soaked in sweat and panting like dogs. I motioned for a break and he pulled out of me. I instantly wanted him back in but he had left the room. He returned with a joint and glasses of water. Leaning against the bed head we shared the joint and topped up on water. Our free hands were stocking each other's cocks back to hardness. Soon he was maneuvering my head to line my mouth back up with his cock. Without much thought I gobbled it down. Soon he was lining up to take my ass missionary style and even though I watched his raw cock slide in I didn't protest or resist. I was in fuck heaven, my ass was his to do as he pleased. Besides his magnificent eyes kept me mesmerized. After about twenty minutes he had moved my legs over my shoulders and bent me in half. The full weight of his body pinned me in this awkward position. It hurt a great deal, but even more so I was ecstatic that he was totally in control and claiming me so fully. He'd become a drill press and his big raw cock the bit punching deep inside my very being. One thought dominated my mind by this point. 'I just want to make him cum. ' 'I want to give him the pleasure of an awesome orgasm. ' My excitement and anticipation grew as his breathing grew more and more erratic. One final thrust, he pinned my tortchered body and shot rope after rope deep into my guts. My first raw load in years. I was over the moon! He asked me to stay the night. We spooned with him at my back and quickly fell into a deep sleep. In the wee hours of morning we awoke a couple of times and each time he proceeded to drill press another load deep into my vulnerable guts. He cooked breakfast as I showered. I came down only wrapped in a towel and found him finishing up working only in a short sirong. As we sat across from each other I let my eyes drop from his gorgeous smile and for the first time focused on admiring his slim body. No six pack, but very close. Well defined hairless chest and shoulders but not gym manicured. Only then did I realize he had two black tattoos. The first a simple arrow on the side of his stomach pointing toward his cock. The second a small black plus sign to the left and slightly above his sexy left nipple. I chocked on my coffee. "Ah ... um .... fuck man, is that what I think it is?" "What?" "The tattoo on your chest?" "Si." "You're HIV positive?" "Si" "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" "Why?" "I've got three of your loads in me. You may have infected me!" "Si, didn't you want?" "What the fuck man! What made you think I wanted to be pozed? " "I never hid it, my shirt was open when we met. You came home with me to get fucked, no?" "Yeah, but I hadn't seen the tattoo." "You didn't stop me ... ask for condom." "How long? How long have you been poz?" "Si, quattro " "Four years?" "No months." "Meds?" "No." "Fuck man you could be very toxic!" "Si, very toxic." "Have you infected other guys?" "Si, si, dose" "Did they know it was you?" "Uno si, dose no. We were drunk." "What did he do when he found out?" "Left his wife and had me fuck him again." "And the first guy asked for it?" "Si, si! Begged for it like you. 'Breed me, fuckin breed my ass!' " "I didn't beg for it." "Si, si, second time. And third 'fuckin A man, fuckin knock me up ' begged for my toxic letche. " "Holy fuck man ... no!" Opening his sirong and waving his massive tool he asked "You no want?" All said with that seductive smile and those warm inviting eyes. I was on my knees with his cock deep in my throat in an instant. Next thing I knew I was bent over the breakfast table taking him up my ass. RAW, BAREBACK! This time he had asked before sliding in, "condom?" "Yes" He moved to go get one and was opening the packet as he moved back in behind me. Just as he was about to roll it on I was surprised to hear my voice ... "wait... wait ...why bother? ... fuck me raw, knock me up if you already haven't!" And he did, breeding me several times per day for the next three days 'til I flew home. Two weeks to the day of taking his first toxic loads I was admitted to hospital sick as a dog. Now it was twenty years later and I was going back to celebrate my conversion with style. What better way than to breed and poz some ass. He and his partner had also taken med breaks so they'd be toxic to recharge me; and, as many other negative guys as my three months would permit.

On Sunday I managed to reconnect with a guy I haven't played with in about three years. He's a doctor and in his upper 40s - great shape, sexy smile, charming personality. He was actually the first guy to fuck (and breed) me so it was a bit of a shame when we lost contact. Anyways, he hit me up on Sunday and sent some pictures, which is how I recognized him. By this point, I'm not a fan of getting fucked myself, but he was more than happy to bottom, so we set a time. That evening, I went over to his house and he led me upstairs to his bedroom. We locked tongues and did our best to get as naked as possible until we couldn't keep up the kissing any longer. We got on the bed. I started sucking him (he said I'd definitely learned a few new tricks) and then he wanted to eat my ass out, so we got into a 69. Finally, he was ready for the main event, so I got down between his legs and began eating out his amazing pink hole. Then, when he was good and squirming, I lubed up my raw cock and began pushing it in him. He said he hadn't been fucked in months and months and I believe him - he was so tight. We fucked in missionary, for maybe ten minutes. He got more and more verbal, calling me boy and telling me to breed my daddy (I'm typically not into dad/son/boy talk, but it got him horny so I went with it) and finally I complied. I came so hard inside of him and kept fucking him until a few minutes later, he came too. We kissed some more and then went to clean up. It might have taken me several years, but I finally got to breed the man who first bred me.

Raymond tried to scream, but Nelson’s right hand clinched the boy’s throat. All that came out was a stifled mess of sounds. Raymond thrashed, but his position only allowed him to move upward and out, causing Nelson’s cock to remain firmly lodged in it is new home. Nelson was well aware of the pain he was causing but he had broken enough boys to know which ones could take the punishment and which ones could not. He was certain Raymond could take it. The pain was intense, but bearable; it was more due to shock than anything else. Realizing that his cunt was locked in place, he began to focus on his hole. He slammed his eyes shut and tried to think through the discomfort. “Open your fucking eyes,” Nelson said casually as if he were talking to a friend. Raymond opened his eyes and felt Nelson flex inside of him. Raymond bit his bottom lip and moaned. It was a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain. “I’m not going to start moving until you’re ready,” he said as he removed his hand from Raymond’s throat. He gently caressed Raymond’s face and carefully swept the hair from his forehead. “You want this. I know it,” this time running his hands over Raymond’s straining pecs. “I told you not to move your hands.” He remained perfectly still, other than using his strong hands to explore the tensed-up college stud on his dick. “You’re mine now. I need you to listen and obey.” He was speaking gently and calmly. He then brought two fingers to Raymond’s mouth and instinctively Raymond began to suck. “Good boy.” He then slowly began to withdraw his cock and the pain was revived. He stopped just as the thickest part was about to exit the hole and slowly re-entered the boy. Once again, pain and pleasure became blurred. He did his best to focus on the digits invading his mouth. Both his hands were wrapped around Nelson’s arm, bracing himself while also using the opportunity to feel the man’s muscled arm. Nelson bottomed out and flexed his cock a few times. Raymond moaned in pleasure. “Fuck yeah, buddy. This fuck stick is taking that hole to new limits.” He began to withdraw. Raymond felt his cunt lips gripping the exiting invader and he involuntarily clenched his hole. This time Nelson moaned in pleasure. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and let the sensations take center stage. Below him he had a stud of a college boy impaled on his raw cock, he had his fingers in the boy’s mouth, fingers that he gladly and greedily sucked and his other hand gripped the boy’s toned shoulder. He felt Raymond clench once more as the thickest part of his dick slid out of the boy’s hole. Nelson was brought out of his mini daydream. “Fuck yeah, Sir. You’re so fucking big,” he moaned the words and went right back to slobbering on the man’s fingers. The boy was flying high. Nelson wanted him higher. With his cock head remaining inside the boy, Nelson reached down to grab his stash. As he reached to Raymond’s left to grab the pipe and effortlessly slid his cock back into Raymond, meeting only slight resistance as the thickest part disappeared once more. Raymond’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he clawed at Nelson’s arm in pleasure. Nelson carefully loaded the pipe as he flex his dick inside the boy 4 times. Each time Raymond yipped and moaned in pleasure. Nelson slide his cock back out as he reached over to grab the torch and slid right back in as he straightened himself as he began to melt the crystals. The pain was finally giving way to pleasure. Raymond watched as his owner readied the pipe. After a few moments it was ready and he carefully bent down to shotgun the contents of his mouth into the waiting boy below. Raymond gladly accepted but was disappointed that Nelson did not initiate a kiss. Seeing the disappointment in the kid’s eyes Nelson began heating the chamber and explained, “As much as you may be liking what is happening, don’t forget you are just a hole right now. What I am doing,” he stopped to take another large hit from the pipe, and once again leaned down to shotgun with the boy. As the smoke let him and entered Raymond, he continued. “What I am doing is trying to get you as fucked up as possible so you can fully embrace your role as my property. Keep holding it, slut.” A nod. Raymond and Nelson’s eyes remained locked for more than a few seconds then he gave the boy a slight nod, letting him know he could exhale. Nelson repeated the sequence 3 more times, not once sliding his cock in or out, but only flexing it every now and then to hear the boy’s moan. Nelson reached over to his left and placed the pipe in a waiting ashtray. This movement caused a few inches of his cock to exit the boy and again his hole clenched, trying to keep the monster in. “Fuck boy, you have no idea how good this feels,” Nelson closed his eyes and began a slow rhythm of pulling out a few inches and then gliding them back in. After the eighth stroke, Nelson bottomed out and began to grind his hips into the boy. He then reached out and grabbed both of Raymond’s ankles and began licking and nibbling the kid’s calve muscles. In and out his cock went, slow and steady he was being driven closer to the edge, especially when the kid flexed his hole. Remembering Thomas, Nelson thrust his pole deep into the kid’s guts and placed his legs around his own hips and leaned down. “Wrap your arms around me and hold on, we are going for a short ride.” Raymond complied and felt Nelson lift him off the couch and squeezed his muscled arms tighter around his owner as gravity began to take control. With each step the boy somehow seemed to impale himself further on the massive meat. Raymond was lost in the sensations but was quickly brought back to reality when he realized that Nelson’s apartment was bigger than he thought. Nelson carried the boy to a bedroom next to the bathroom. The door was a ajar and Nelson opened it further with Raymond’s body, pushing it open with his back. It was significantly dimmer in this bedroom. A border of LED lights ran across the baseboards of the room and were illuminated red. Nelson took a few steps and placed his stuffed property on a queen-sized bed that was pushed to the corner. The sheets were cool and were a welcomed relief to Raymond’s body, which he now realized was on fire. “Fuck yeah,” came a voice to Raymond’s right. It was Thomas, but he was strikingly different. Sitting on a black-swiveled chair, Thomas wore a black leather crossbow chest harness and accentuated his firm pecs. He sat, stroking an impressive uncut dick that looked to be 7 or 8 inches and a thickness that rivaled the one currently exploring Raymond’s hole. At the base of his dick was a thick steel cock ring that glistened. And to tie it all together, Thomas was a thick chain-link around his neck that had a small padlock that hung just above his pecs. Thomas stood and walked to the edge of the bed and stood next to Nelson as he slowly, and deliberately, moved his cock in and out of Raymond’s hole. Thomas began to stroke his own cock as the threw his right arm around Nelson and brought him in for a kiss. The kiss was aggressive and passionate and Raymond felt Nelson’s thrusts become more forceful. Raymond laid back and watched these two studs make out and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be in this situation. Behind the two men, Raymond saw was a big screen television and a portable sling set up in the opposite corner of the bed. Raymond’s eyes lit up when he saw the sling. Despite his best efforts he had yet to experience sling sex and his mind began wondering to the possibilities of the night. Nelson broke the kiss and began chatting with Thomas but he kept his eyes locked on the boy beneath him. “This hole is just that, a hole. He’s here to be broken. I hope you brought you’re a game, Tommy boy.” Thomas stepped to the shelf just under the tv and that is when Raymond saw the assortment of belongings that he didn’t notice before: 3 dildos, each one thicker and longer than the next. Raymond guessed they were maybe 12, 13 and 14 inches, respectively. He also noticed the bong that he first smoked tina out of earlier in the afternoon, s small leather case that was zipped shut, a few bottles of lube and poppers, two small piles of leather, though he couldn’t not discern exactly what because they were all on top of each other and a laptop that was open that was streaming the porn currently on the television. “How fucked up is he?” Thomas asked. “Nowhere near where I want him to be.” He answered and shifted Raymond up further on the bed. Raymond relished the softness of the bed as Nelson then spread his legs like a wishbone and began thrusting harder, but at a still steady pace. Raymond stretched his arm out and let the pleasure overtake him. Gone were the memories of that initial, forceful entrance. Now that was replaced with a primal need that was being met with each thrust of the thick pole stretching him open. Sweat was dripping off Nelson as he picked up his pace. It was then, with his arms stretched out that Raymond discovered the restraints that were placed on the bed. He wasn’t sure what it was at first and turned his head to examine the leather strap. “Don’t worry, baby boy, those will be put to use soon enough,” said Thomas who then turned to one of the piles of leather on the shelf and removed a piece that couldn’t have been longer than 20 inches. As he approached Raymond, he realized what it was: A leather collar. Thomas climbed on the bed and grabbed a handful of Raymond hair, turned his head and began forcing his cock down the boy’s throat. Raymond was taken by surprise, but quickly did his best to accommodate the invasion. It wasn’t the best position, but the happily slurped, sucked and bobbed on Thomas member well enough to elicit a response from Thomas “Fuck yeah, this slut has no idea what’s about to happen to him. He then turned and winked at Raymond. As if acknowledging some secret signal, Raymond forcefully thrusted one more time before pulling completely out of the boy. Raymond felt empty, despite the cock probing his mouth. Seeing that Raymond was now off Nelson’s rod, he grabbed the boy by the shoulders and dragged him to the edge of the bed and pulled him enough that his head was now hanging off the edge. Thomas knelt down next to the boy’s head and Raymond thought he was coming in for a kiss, but was immediately rewarded with a firm slap to the face. “This faggot thinks I’m going to kiss him,” Thomas laughed, but there was an edge to his voice. The reached down and attached the collar and stood to find a lock to secure it in place. “Baby boy, I don’t make out with faggots. Open up, slut.” And he began working his uncut member down the boy’s throat causing him to gurgle. Raymond knew better than to try and struggle too much to cause a distraction, so he lay there, taking the abuse. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nelson approach Thomas, but it was him this time throwing an arm around the other and going in for a kiss. Raymond had no choice to watch as the two studs above him explored each other’s mouths while Thomas’ dick continued to make ground in Raymond’s throat. Though the drugs were still doing their work on the boy, Raymond had a realization as he was getting throat fucked: “I really am nothing but a hole to these guys,” he thought to himself as they continued to please each other. Raymond became jealous. He wanted what they had. They had a connection. So Raymond did the only thing he could think of to get their attention: he let go of any remaining inhibitions he had and began to work the cock with his throat, hoping to please these men enough to feel desired once again. “Oh shit! This fucking slut working my meat,” Thomas exclaimed, breaking the kiss. “Fuck yeah, faggot. Get my dick nice and wet.” “Let me get in there real quick so it can clean off my cock,” Nelson said as Thomas dislodged himself from the kid’s throat. Nelson was quick and placed his dick head at Raymond’s open mouth and slowly began to work it deeper and deeper with each thrust. He then reached down and rubbed the kid’s throat as his dick caused it to bulge. Raymond was thankful he cleaned out properly as he tasted the sex on this man’s dick. The assault went on for a few minutes, but the position was comfortable enough to allow a throat fucking without being too uncomfortable. Raymond was lost in the pleasure and feelings of being used that he didn’t realize that his hand was in the pouch of his jockstrap, fondling his soft cock. Nelson leaned forward, shoving his shaft fully into the boy’s throat and slapped the kid’s hand away. “Holes don’t get to use their dicks,” he said, keeping his cock firmly in place. Raymond couldn’t breathe, but he knew to remain calm. But as the seconds ticked by, his need for air and he began tapping his hand on the mattress to alert Nelson, but Nelson paid no mind. He withdrew his dick by just less than an inch and it gave Raymond hope. But Nelson knew exactly what he was doing and thrust back into the kid’s throat causing his eyes to bulge. He was running out of air and, on instinct, brought his hands up and just as his fingertips began to push Nelson’s hips away, he withdrew completely, pulled Raymond up by the collar and yelled into his face, “YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU JUST DON’T LEARN DO YOU!” Raymond was caught off guard. He gasped for air but his mind was racing. What else was he supposed to have done, he thought to himself. His eyes shifted to Thomas who was laughing and shook his head in disappointment. “You fucked up, kid,” was all he said as he grabbed bong and torch and sat down on the chair facing the bed. Nelson then pulled Raymond off the bed by the collar and dragged him to Thomas’ waiting cock. “You fucking suck that cock like your worthless life depends on it,” Nelson spat and punctuated it by shoving the kid with his right foot. He then walked toward the bedroom door and before leaving he turned to Thomas. “Make it hurt.” Thomas gave a comical salute and Nelson was out the door and disappeared down the hall. “Buckle up, sweetie,” he said down to Raymond before flicking the torch and filling the chamber with the familiar thick, white smoke.

Raymond scrambled back to his knees and assumed his position: chest and face down, slightly off-center of the middle couch cushion, back slightly arched and his jock-strap-covered ass offered to Nelson like a gift ready to be opened. Nelson watched as the college boy eagerly responded. He stroked his dick and watched Raymond’s back muscles move and flex as he got into position. He stepped toward Raymond but then a thought crossed his mind. As Raymond lay there, waiting, Nelson moved across the living room and grabbed a small wooden box that was on his bookshelf. From it, Nelson produced the familiar, small, clear baggie that his dealer supplied him with the night before. Taking a quick look, he was more than satisfied with the contents and knelt behind his waiting prey and began admiring the boy’s body. With his fingertips, he gently traced an invisible line from the right ankle, up to the calf, behind the knee, up behind Raymond’s ample thigh and found his way to the boy’s right ass cheek and repeated the same motion with his left hand on the other leg. This gentleness surprised and excited Raymond. He moaned into cushion and turned his head on its left side and shivered as Nelson touch found its way to the other lobe. Nelson took the opportunity to give Raymond’s ass four hard slaps all on the right cheek. Raymond yipped at the sudden pain and lifted his head to voice his discomfort and was met with four more hard slaps. Each slap was harder than the last. From the back of the back of the apartment Raymond was startled by a voice that he forgot was there. “Oh shit! Someone ain’t playing around today!” Thomas yelled with laughter in his voice and was quiet once again, getting back to whatever he was doing in Nelson’s bedroom. “Keep your face buried in that fucking couch, slut.” Nelson snarled as Raymond snapped his head back to its original position. Nelson got off on the mind games. He knew that his unpredictability would confuse the kid. Moving from gentle and passionate to dominant and imposing would ensure that Raymond would have no doubt about this role in all this. Nelson had always been intrigued by Raymond after noticing him in class. His standoffish attitude and loner style was attractive. He often dressed like he didn’t care what he looked like, arriving to class with messy hair and mismatched clothes that he was somehow able to pull off. Nelson’s interest level in the boy increased after a brief conversation with one of his regular fuck buddies on campus. The two were chatting on campus early in the fall when Nelson’s pal pointed out Raymond walking across a courtyard to a parking garage. “Dude, that guy has a nice dick.” Just a week prior, Raymond had the guy over for a quick fuck session and hurriedly ushered the guy out within minutes after spraying his load on his back and shoulders. That off-handed comment stuck with Nelson even after the class ended in December. Nelson had tried once to chat with Raymond after class, but he was always quick to put on his headphones and had blinders to the world as moved through the classroom and out into the halls. He was beyond thrilled that afternoon when he noticed Raymond in the café. The interaction at the café seemed so far away, but in reality it had only been about two hours ago. The sun was still up and peaking through the tops of his drawn curtains. “Time flies when you’re breaking boys,” he thought to himself. Nelson reached for the baggie and found a shard that was about the size of a raisin. He stood, straddling the boy’s body and leaned down, with one hand Raymond’s neck, he pushed him deeper into the cushion. With his mouth centimeters from the boy’s ear, Nelson flicked his tongue a few times, causing the boy to moan. He pleasured the boy’s ear for a few moments before whispering, “He’s right you know. I’m not playing around.” And he then reached back and shoved the shard deep into Nelson’s ass. The boy squirmed, but Nelson had him locked in place. One hand on the boy’s neck and the other trying to push the rock deeper in Raymond’s quivering hole. “Be still, kiddo. You just got your first booty bump. You’ll be thanking me soon.” Nelson began plunging his finger in and out, satisfied that the shard was now lodged deep and dissolving in the boy’s cunt. Raymond couldn’t help but moan as the finger invading his hole was giving him pleasure that he didn’t know he needed. He hadn’t been fucked in so long he forgot how the pleasure felt. He began to rock his hips back and forth, trying to match the motions of Nelson’s finger in order to get it deeper. “Someone’s got a hungry pussy,” he again whispered to Raymond. Ending his sentence with a deep, sloppy, tongue fuck to Raymond’s left ear, the boy was sent into a new realm of satisfaction. He began to moan and writhe beneath Nelson and the tongue kept invading his ear. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah...” Nelson heard over and over through the cushion. He had no doubt the kid was now his. He gently nibbled on Raymond’s ear lobe before standing up and resuming his position behind. Raymond spread his knees, presenting his ass to Nelson. Raymond smiled in approval then grabbed each of the kid’s arms and crossed them behind his back. “Keep your hands right there. You fucking move them, you’ll be fucking sorry,” growling at the boy, once again. Nelson, leaning back on his haunches, looked down at his achingly hard cock and gave it a few strokes while he inserted two fingers into Raymond’s significantly hotter hole. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the boy was flying. “Fucking hot hole, faggot,” he said as he continued exploring Raymond from the inside. “That booty bump will be setting you right soon enough. You really should show some appreciation for that, slut.” Nelson heard a muffled, “Thank you.” “You are very welcome,” Now with three fingers stretching the boy in a way he had never had experienced. His other hand was now rubbing up, down and across Raymond’s back muscles, already imagining how much they would flex and strain when the real fun began. “You’ve got a fucking hot body, kiddo. I hope you know things are about to get intense,” Slowly pistoning his three fingers in and out of the boy’s hole. “You need to pay attention to what I am about to say,” Fingers flexing and spreading inside the boy. Raymond arched his back as much as he could while bucking his hips back, trying to get as much of Nelson inside him. “From this moment on, you are nothing but a hole to me,” Fingers moving faster now, in and out, in and out. “You are mine to use and abuse,” Slowing back down, now with two fingers, gliding in and out. He began to feel the sweat accumulate on the boy’s back. The booty bump was doing its magic. “Holes are meant to give men like me pleasure,” This time jabbing his two fingers in with more force. Thrusting in, gliding out. Thrusting in, gliding out. “You belong to me now,” Thrusting in, twisting and circling, spreading and flexing. “I don’t give a fuck who or what you are,” Three fingers now, slowly in, circling and massaging the hole. “From now on, I am Sir to you,” Three fingers forcing their way in. In and out. In and out. He had a rhythm and he could feel the boy responding to his words and actions. “Do you understand, faggot?” “Yes, Sir,” came a muffled response. Nelson used the opportunity to further establish his dominance and slapped Raymond’s ass. Raymond flinched, “I didn’t quite here that, faggot. Do you understand?” “YES, SIR!” came a louder response. “Fuck yeah, boy. Flip over.” Raymond was quick to comply. Moving his hands from his back, he steadied himself and rolled to his left and had most of his upper body on the couch with his legs on the ground. Nelson admired his work. The boy’s sweaty face and matted hair was a good look. The boy was feeling the effects of the bump and stared intensely at the man before him, still on his haunches, dick pointing forward. Raymond licked his lips. “Pull your legs up, slut.” “Yes, Sir.” Raymond lifted his legs and hooked his arms around them and brought them as close to his chest as he could. Nelson admired the boy once more. His ass had a very light dusting of peach fuzz. He leaned forward and gently flicked the boy’s hole with his tongue. Raymond’s hole winked in approval. Nelson dove in for the feast. His hands now on either ass cheek, spreading and getting more access to the boy’s hole. Raymond was in heaven. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah...” he half whispered, half mumbled. Nelson’s stubble was adding new levels of pleasure to the experience and Raymond didn’t want it to stop. He held on to his own legs tighter, trying to move them closer to his chest to give more of himself to the man below. Nelson was on a mission. His tongue probed deeper, tasting the saltiness of the boy’s hole, doing his best to drive him wild, doing his best to get the hole as wet as possible. After a few minutes of pleasuring the boy, Nelson moved away from his property and raised his hand to the boy’s mouth, cupping it. “Spit.” Raymond complied and spit into Nelson’s palm. “More.” Again, Raymond complied. Satisfied with the amount, Nelson lubed his rigid monster with the boy’s spit. He pulled the boy out a few inches and bent him in order to raise his hole to a more accommodating position. “Look at me, faggot.” Raymond’s eyes met Nelson’s. His pupils were dilated, and he was beginning to sweat more. Nelson placed his right hand on Raymond’s throat and placed his bulbous dick head at the entrance to the boy’s cunt. Raymond was lost in the pleasure, but he noticed a sinister appearance that was no covering Nelson's face. “I fucking told you not to move your fucking hands.” And in one thrust, he impaled the boy with the full length of his meaty pole.

Spent yesterday at Club Dallas yesterday. I’ve started to take a CBD gummy before I go to get fucked, as it really makes my head spin with poppers. I went to my room and got undressed, put some lube on my hole and headed to the sling in the dungeon area. Almost immediately i someone was poking their cock at my hole. I reached down and felt no condom and guided towards my lubed hole. He pushed in and fucked me for about 5 minutes, then shot a huge load deep in my ass. He walked away and I got up and walked around a bit, sucked a couple cocks in the steam room, then headed back to the sling. Another guy walked and felt my hole, and some of the cum that had leaked out and immediately dove his tongue into my cum filled ass. He licked and slurped and sucked my hole, making me assgasm on his tongue. Then he pushed his cock into me and went back and forth between fucking me and rimming me. It WAS AMAZING!!! A guy was stroking his cock looking down on us from the platform and shot his load all over my face and chest. The entire time I am hitting my poppers and keep hitting such a relaxed state that I almost fell asleep. When #2 had shot his load in me and licked me clean, a train of guys began an assault on my ass. I kept hitting poppers as I was roughly fucked in the sling. I don’t know how many guys fucked me and bred me, but an hour later I was waking up in the sling, with a guy fucking my ass. I have never passed out before from getting fucked or poppers, but I’m thinking the CBD and the poppers knocked me out. When I got out of the sling, there was a huge puddle of cum on the floor which had obviously cum from my ass. I wish I knew how many guys had bred me, but my ass was sloshing from all the cum inside me.

I find it fascinating that top porn stars from the early 2000s still perform in videos, yet bottoms seem to last a year, maybe a few years, and then they are gone. I know u tube actually had an area where you could see all the porn stars who had passed away, their screen name and sometime real name, their age, and their cause of death. It is interesting, those who were stars in the 80s and 90s died from AIDS primarily., then I noticed auto accidents, even murders and a lot of suicides. I really wondered what drove these guys to suicide. However, in say the last 5 to 7 years the large majority of deaths has been caused my one thing - overdoses. Someone posted that porn is the only industry that either looks the other way or encourages substance abuse either on set or in their private lives. AIDS is no longer the scary monster, it's the pills you bought from your dealer. How sad.

You asked something is difficult to answer at least for me. It would easy to say the key is the shape but I believe that there is something more. Somehow the fact, there is an ass. If I see an ass (except if it’s too flat or wrinkled or saggy) I feel like it’s calling me. To touch, lick, kiss. I almost always start to eat the ass before penetrating. Tasting the hole makes me so horny that I must push my dick deep in it.

Chapter 15 Horse said “ I am really getting the root of my man-slayer in the kids bowels”. You could hear the squishing sounds deep in the kid when he worked in and out. Hores said “ This Kid is unbelievable, I have never met anyone that could take this much. He isn’t going to shit right for a month “. There were a bunch of chuckles when he said that. I knew it was probably more truth that not. Horse setup a steady rhythm of fucking the kid. Both were enjoying it. Two of the guys that worked the door came down to see what was going on. It was after midnight and I knew it was about this time that they closed temporarily and cleaned the area. They saw the Pig and the Kid in the slings and decided to have a little fun also. Each walked up and put a cock in the mouth of the guys. The Pig started nursing on it but the Kid really gave the cock lip service. You could see his tong working it and trying to get all 6+ inches down his throat. The guy shifted and the Kid went to the base of his cock. The guy moaned and said “ This Kid really knows ow to suck a cock. He has me almost ready to shoot my load “. I wasn’t sure if he would suck it. I just fucked the cum out of a guy upstairs and he wasn’t the cleanest guy. My cock had to taste like that guys ass. He was getting close and suddenly lunged forward. A guy had come up behind him and pushed a finger up the guys ass, coated with that special lube. He said “ Fuck, that burns “. With that the guy pushed a second finger up the guy’s ass and proceeded to work his prostate over. Between the movement of the guys hand and the look on the workers face you could tell that the guys prostate was getting a work out. Horse heard and saw this and said that he was about to Load the Kid up. He said he had a five day load and it was going to be a big one. The guy that had his cock in the Kids mouth said “ Hear it cums. Drink it all down “. We could tell it was a big shot because the Kid was choking on it a little but not a drop was spilled. The guy kept his cock in the Kids mouth and said ” want to drink from the tap? “ the Kid nodded his head and the guys said “ Good. Here it comes”. Someone said “ don’t spill a drop Kid, or else “. With that you could see the kid gulping down the yellow enhanced juice. Then he had drank it all he started liking the cock clean. Horse saw this and said ‘ Oh Fuck. I need to take this kid home “. You could tell that he was getting close with the way Horse was plowing that ass that until a few hours ago, was a tight little sphincter. You could see that Horse’s cock was getting harder because of the way it was defined in the Kids stomach. Horse’s ball sack that grossly fat with cum and we could tell that it was going to be a cum enema up the Kids ass. Last I heard Horse had a couple STIs and HVL. Horse slammed forward started jerking in the Kids body. The Kids eyes went white as Horse went deeper and he had been. You could actually see the head of Horse’s cock pulsing in the Kids bowels. We didn’t know where that load was going but we knew it was getting pumped deeper than any human cold get it. Horse was in heaven with this Kids recked cunt. he stayed in the Kid for a bit. I figured he was waiting to piss in the Kids guts. Over at the other sling with the Pig in it, he had a had up his ass almost to the elbow. If Horse hadn’t finished with the Kid he could have taken this hole to the Hilt also. I had hoped Horse wasn’t finished yet. The Pig was sucking on the guys cock and got tired of him only taking the head and shoved his cock into the Pigs throat. The Pig stared gaging and struggling to get air. The guy stared cuming and managed to keep his cock in the mouth of the struggling Pig. The guy said “ take it all and don’t bite. If you do it will be the worse thing you ever did !” The guy suddenly had a look of fear on his face and eyes. It was getting late and the place was filling up with people from the bars. I knew it would be a different crowd here. Not quite so sadistic but guys that needed to get off in anything.

I was on a trip to New York and having a heck of a time sleeping without my wife. I needed to have her in the bed next to me in order to be able to sleep. Then I got an Idea to get someone to take her place, not to have sex with but just to sleep. To have someone to take the place of my wife in the bed. I thought it was a great Idea but, my thinking was out of wack for lack of sleep. I figured that I could go down to the bar and find some one that would be willing to help. I went in to this bar that the concierge told me about he said you will definitely find someone that will help you out. The bar was down about two blocks from the hotel and at this time of night there were a few people in there. There were no ladies in the bar all I saw were men and they were friendly enough but they were guys. I figured I would never find someone that would take the place of my wife. I sat at the bar and ordered a coke, the bartender gave me a mixed drink and said that the guy at the end of the bar bought it for me. I did a Cheers to him by holding up the drink and I guess he thought that the would come over. He sat down on the stool next to me and told me his name was Ted and he said that I looked out of place in this bar. I said I usually don't go to bars, and he said not usually ones like this I bet. I didn't know what he meant. We started to talk about what I came down to the bar about and I told him I cant sleep without someone in the bed next to me. Ted: Wow Me: now you know my problem. Ted: well the solution is easy Ill come over and sleep in the bed next to you. Me: you would do that for me. Ted: of course I would what are friends for. Me: [I thought to myself but we just met] Okay. So we left the bar and headed to the hotel. When we got in the hotel the concierge gave me a look that was unsettling and I wondered why. He didn't know that I planed to sleep with this guy just to get sleep. At least I didn't think he knew, as I was getting into the elevator he ran over and said that my wife had called and that she wanted me to call her back, and then he said hi to Teddy. The elevator doors closed and I asked if he knew him, and Ted said that he throws business his way now and again. Yeah, what kind of business? Ted said that every so often he has people that need to be relieved of the worry of getting sick and he asks me to help them. What are you some kind of psychologist. Ted said lets just say I know what they are going through. When we got to the room all I wanted to do was sleep and I told ted that once we lay down I going to be out like a lite. He said that would be fine with him. He also asked if it would be okay if he rubbed my back. I said what ever gets him off to sleep is okay with me. Ted was on his side of the bed and I noticed that he was taking all his clothes off. He said that he sleeps in the nude it gets him off to sleep faster. he asked me if he could put some incense on the night stand so that we would have great dreams. I said sure and he handed me a little brown bottle and said just open it and put it on your night stand take a big whiff of it. I put it up to my nose and it smelt like rubber cement almost. He said that it will change the way you dream of things in a little bit. About 5 min later it started to get really warm in the bed under the covers so I took them off. Ted said that I could take my clothes off to if it was too hot. I said no I'm okay. The smell that was now in the whole room was making me dizzy and very warm. I had to take my clothes off and try to get some sleep. So I asked him if he minded and Ted said no go ahead, its just like going to the camp outs I had when I was a kid. I noticed the tattoo that ted had on his penis when I turned to get my clothes off, and I asked him about it. He said as he grabbed his cock and showed me closer that it was a Bio-hazard Tat, "its cool isn't it" I said that yeah but why would you get it on your penis that must have hurt. Ted said not as much as its hurt others, and again I did not know what he meant by that, but I was tired and laid down to get sleep. A little while later I woke up and I felt something on my waist and I looked down and Ted was blowing me, I was hard and all I could do was moan. He was giving me the best blowjob I have ever had and in the last 20 years I had not gotten any from the wife. The way he was holding my hips and thighs was so gentle it made me feel like I was being made love to not just having foreplay. He rubbed my pelvis and then my hips, and slid around to my but and cupped them feeling them like he was wanting something more. It was hard to think because of the smell that was everywhere and I was as horny as I could be with my wife even more so. He was sucking my cock so deeply then he circled my hod with his finger and I was being electrified. I was holding his head and running my fingers through his hair like it was my wife's head. Then I felt the finger poke its way into my hole and I was frozen in a way I had not ever been, he was still circling my insides, and inching his way deeper and deeper. The all of sudden he pulled it out and said I sorry he didn't mean to over step his boundaries. I asked him what was he doing that for, He said that it had been a long time since he had done that to anyone and he was just getting heated up because we were both naked. He also asked if I enjoyed it. I told him that it felt okay not wanting to sound like I was gay. Ted: would you mind if I continued? Me: well you know I'm not gay or anything. Ted: Oh yeah me neither. With that I got back into the spooning position and he did too. I heard him open a tube of something and put it on his finger, then he said oops got to much let me wipe this off and I looked a round and it looked like he rubbed it off on his dick. but that didn't matter the room was still spinning from that smell and I was so horny I told him to hurry and put his finger back inside me. He did as he was told and was circling my anus and deeper and deeper till he hit a bump inside me and started to rub it. That's that spot he said, do you feel that. I said that yes, but that was about all I could say. Because the pleasure that I was feeling was amazing. He started to tell me about why he got a Bio-hazard tattoo on his cock. That he had treated so many sick people. That so many of the people that he treated to his cock were stuck in their fear. With that he pulled out his finger and I asked him to put it back in. He asked if I was ready for more and I said I'm so horny that he could put all his finger in. With that I felt something poking my hold and it slid very deep into me. The pain was unbearable but he reached around and was covering my mouth with his hand. He stayed right there and did not move for awhile, then slowly started to pull all the way out brushing that bump making me see stars. very slow at first pulling all the way out a pushing all the way back in. he asked if I liked what he was doing. I told him I was confused but it felt good. He said all my fears and worries will be over soon and that I will be part of him, or something like that, I will carry it with me. I didn't know what he meant but the pleasure that I was feeling was amazing. He told me that it was about to get better and he started to push into me and pull out of me faster and harder, in out in out deeper and deeper and deeper till he whispered in my ear that he was about to cum and I would be free and changed forever. Once he finished telling me that he pushed all the way in deep as he could and I felt him twitching and pulsing and the warmth spreading through my whole body was wonderful. We slept the whole night and I woke up in the morning wit his cock still in me and he said that we had done it three time last night and that I had a smile on my face all night. We got up and showered and he left giving me his number and said if and when you get the flu give me a call. I didn't know what that meant and why I would call him when I got the flu he was not my doctor but I said okay and we parted ways. About two months later I had gotten as sick as a dog I thought I would die from this flu and I remembered the number in my wallet so I called. Ted answered and said that I was free that I should go get tested and that I was probably positive. I thought that I was positive that he was crazy. About a month later I had gone to the doctor for a check up and he said that something looked funny and was I having sex with a lot of partners. I said to him "no" that my wife was the only one that I had sex with but its been a while. He said let me do some blood work and we will see whats up. That was a week ago and the phone is ringing and it my doctors office.

Dawson is like every body else, some people "love" him and others don't. Most people that have met him in person tend to like him though we all have our likes and interests. I enjoyed watching his "20 Load weekend" but can't claim that he influenced me very much. I think that was filmed in 2004 and I had my own 32 load weekend over IML back in 1998. Top buddy kept bringing the men and he kept count, I didn't have a choice and that is when I started to enjoy the experience and less concern about looks or body type. I had worked at our local bathhouse for two years back in 1995-96 with free room at any of the clubs in the chain. I have the 2 disks 50 Load weekend DVD and still have not watched it. I met him at a "Cockpit" party in San Francisco sponsored by Paul Morris back around 2007. I had stripped and checked in my clothes as Dawson came down the stairs with a couple of buddies, he said he had 3 loads in his ass when he arrived. We are both primarily bottom but I did slide Inside his ass a couple of times, but didn't shoot Inside him but he was very, very wet. I left about 4am with my own ass filled with Multiple Loads from total Strangers. 😀🍆🍆💦👿☣

After a long drought of no sex, yesterday after work (I did douche fully! LOL) I went to Steamworks Toronto for their "Daddy Issues" theme night from 8PM-12AM (third Wednesday). I wanted some loads in my daddy ass. I got to my room near the back darkroom. After getting into my jock and putting a buttplug up my hole to loosen it up, I went to cruise and see who was in Steamworks Toronto on a Wednesday. Besides myself, I saw 3 other daddies and a sparse number of younger men. LOAD #1 - I met a 24 yo very tanned young man who needed to de-nut. He asked if I had a room. I'm 5'8" and he's a full foot shorter than I am. Interesting and hot sex, to say the least. He didn't need any lube to enter my hole, commenting that my hole felt "great, like a pussy!". I'll take this as a compliment! It didn't take him long to seed my ass. I cleaned off his cock to thank him. LOAD #2 - Later on, I met a 26 yr young man of colour, muscular-beefy in the front gloryhole-slurp ramp area of the sexclub. I touched then sucked on his nipples. I turned around to offer my ass. He sunk his long pencil cock in me (6"-7"). He fucked me for a bit then I asked him to cum in me. He told he didn't want to, but then thought about my offer again. After taking out his cock, he sunk it in once more and fucked me until he came. He told it felt awesome in my ass. I told him it was Daddy Night at Steamworks Toronto. He smiled and thanked me for offering my ass for him to fuck and seed. I was at Steamworks Toronto for just over 3 hours. A bare minimum of loads but this daddy is happy!

Fully agree ^^ Is there a reason cheaters/liars or whatever you are calling yourselves cannot be upfront with your partners? Or stay single. Cheaters violate trust and wreck homes/lives and feel absolutely no remorse for your actions. Also, we have a choice when we have BB sex around STI's, HIV etc, they dont because they trust you. Anyway each to their own, just my opinion. Thx

“Cmon just a quick blowjob all I wanna do is blow down your throat” was his reply to me saying I wasn’t sure if I could get away to blow him with the BF at home from his Locanto ad. But that is a story to be told after this story of my fall from grace into depravity J. So for the next two weeks, I waited patiently inside the stall on my lunch break for the chubby tradie to show up, unzip and lean back as he expected his daily blowjob. For two weeks I eagerly sucked his sweaty cock, for two weeks I eagerly swallowed his thick semen, for two weeks I savoured the taste of his strong seed on my tongue and down my throat, for two weeks I sucked and cleaned his cock like my life depended on it. For those Two weeks, my BF had the most sex he has ever had in a short amount of time. So after my days ended at work, I would get home and kneel in-front of my BF, be it in front of TV or his office on his computer or even whilst he was on a call to his parents. I would kneel and pull his cock out and suck him, tasting his sweaty cock as it grew in my mouth lubing him up getting him primed as I turned around and begged him to fuck me. Whimpering as he slid his cock in me raw and fucked me hard until he blew his load. Kissing him as I pulled my pants up and walked out to start making dinner. This was great, I got to blow a guy with no ties and come home and please my BF, it wasn’t really cheating was it? I mean I came home to him and its not like he didn’t benefit from no sex. Its only cheating if you stop pleasing your partner right? That’s what I kept telling myself….. and I believed it. But as they say all good things come to an end, and whilst it didn’t really end my job screwed me over and sent me to a smaller branch but it was further away and made my lunch time hookup quite impossible. So of course because I wasn’t getting my daily load from tradie, the sex eased off at home and I blew it off as being an a new branch with new responsibilities and it was a bigger job as they were really unorganised. So things came to a flying halt in the sex department. A few months had gone by and I woke up on a Sunday morning in bed alone as I grabbed my phone and logged onto KNOX and noticed I had a message from the tradie. “What are you up too faggot, I’m hard and need a blowjob. Haven’t blown in a month and you need to swallow my load. How about you let me use your mouth pig cum and get it” followed by a pic of his leaking uncut cock rock hard. Instantly boning up dreading the fact I couldn’t get to him…. Or could I….. We had nothing planned for the day but it wasn’t like I could say I wanted to do something on my own without the BF getting suspicious and accusing me of cheating. Laying in bed I tossed up what to reply with until I heard the BF come up the stairs, so I shoved my phone under my pillow and rolled over pretending to be snoozing whilst I thought about what to do and say to the tradie. Few words were spoken but I took my chance when the BF bought up that we were meant to have lunch with his parents. Passing back to him that I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to just sleep given the business of work and how busy its been. He bought this and kissed my forehead and said he was going to get ready to leave. Hearing the shower turn on, I grabbed my phone and messaged the tradie, finding out where he lived and almost jumping in the air when I realised he was only 10 min walk from my place. Telling him the plan and that ill leave asap , he responded back saying he was playing his PS4 and that he would be on naked and ready for me to take him in my mouth and pleasure him. Putting the phone away, waiting patiently for my BF to leave, before leaving he bought me a cup of tea, bottle of water and said he would message me on way back to see if I wanted lunch. Telling him that would be great as ill take some tablets and would be starving so definitely message me (that way I knew I had to get going from tradies place) It was a 35 min drive to his parents, lunch would be an hour at least and then 35 min drive back so roughly 2 hours I had. As soon as he left I waited for 15 mins and then grabbed my phone and keys and left. Walking briskly I noticed by time I had blown 34 mins and now only had about an hour. Plenty of time I thought…. So I thought. Walking into his place it smelled like a gym locker-room and I instantly got hard when I saw him on the couch naked his thick smooth legs spread his cock hard and dripping, he was talking on the mic and headset but I wasn’t listening, I put my stuff down and instantly got down in front of him crawling between his legs as I inhaled his sweaty scent breathing happily as I take his smooth half hard leaking cock in my mouth his foreskin hanging over the end of his cock as I start slowly sucking. Bobbing up and down as he continues to play his game, my hands rubbing the tops of his smooth feet up his smooth legs and over his smooth gut. He scoots down further on the couch so he hangs off the couch giving me greater access to sucking his cock and licking his smooth heavy nuts. He occasionally clicks his fingers pointed to his nuts or his cock taking the hint he wants my tongue on his balls or my mouth around his cock. I loose myself swallowing spit and precum almost in a trance until I notice my watch and see ive been blowing him for almost an hour. Mentioning this to him he nods and grunts he is close. I keep sucking, closing my lips tighter and sucking harder as I work my tongue under his foreskin and lap at his cock head. I start sweating from both the room being hot as hell and nerves and I just get sweaty. Noticing the hour is up I go to get off his cock to tell him and he reaches down grabs the back of my head and grunts “Don’t fucking stop pig if you stop no more of this for your pig throat” growling as he fucks my throat holding me down as I gag and take deep breaths where I can. This goes on for another 10 mins and by now Im panicking, my phone has gone off several times. Gagging on his cock, drool running down my face spluttering over his cock I hear him grunt that he is gunna cum as he pushes my head down and chokes me as I feel the unmistakable throb of his cock as it starts pumping his thick strong cum down my throat. Coughing as he let me up telling me to fuck off and thanks he picked his controller up and started playing again. Getting up feeling more used than usual.. kinda dirty. I got up and grabbed my stuff, quickly calling the BF as I stepped outside. Telling him I was just taking the Bins out as he asked what I was doing and that I wasn’t the best. He mentioned he was only about 15 mins away. (FUCK I was there for over an hour) I asked him to stop of Macca’s and get me some lunch and some frozen coke. After a quick chat about lunch I was almost home. As soon as he hung up, I ran….. Now I don’t run at all being a husky guy the thought of it would make me laugh but this time I was panicking I had to get home, wash the spit and precum from my face, take the bins out and get back to bed after a change of clothes. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to take the trash out, slam the bins down and put them out of the street, running back inside up the stairs, chucking my clothes into my draw even my underwear covered in precum and sweat, splashing my face with water and then tossing up if I should brush my teeth but thought that would be a little suss…… hearing the car pull up, pulling my hair swearing as I could smell dick on my breath….. I quickly ripped his draw open beside the bed and grabbed his heartburn mint tablets shoving 2 in my mouth I jumped under the covers and tried to calm myself. Sweat pouring off me as my BF comes into the room. Fearful of the look I was getting I turned in the bed and looked at him forcing a weak smile, all I saw was a look of concern on his face. “Fuck you look terrible, your flush and sweating” he comes over as he puts the food and drink down sitting on bed. “The bed is saturated, what were you thinking doing the bins, I could’ve done them when I got home” looking at me as he placed the back of his hand on my forehead “your burning up, what can I do for you? Do you want me to run a bath and you have a soak?” Nodding at him I tell him I’m fine but not up for food but the drinks and bath sounds good smiling at him as he rushes off to run the bath. Breathing deep as I think to myself I got away with it as I walk into the bathroom and I step up to my BF as I start unbuttoning his pants as he stares at me as I put my hand down his pants and grab his sweaty soft cock as he moans and leans forward to kiss me. Kissing him back I drop his pants and turn myself around as I aim his cock between my cheeks as he spits on his cock and rubs himself over my hole as he grabs my hips and pushes in deep. Fucking me over the bathtub filling up with warm water as I imagine I’m back in-front of the tradie sucking his thick cock. Pleasuring him with my mouth as my thoughts turn from fellatio to fucking wanting the tradie to fuck me. Hearing my BF grunt bringing me back to reality I noticed precum running down my legs my cock and now cum leaking from my arse as my BF tells me that was exactly what he needed as he pulls out and tells me to get in the bath and relax. Sitting in the bathtub relaxing sipping on my frozen coke, smiling as I idly play with my half hard cock scrolling through tumblr looking at naked pics of bearish men. I log into KNOX and view my messages and notice I have two from the tradie. First one read “Thanks for the blowjob needed that. Let me know when you can get here next” Second one read “Want you to rim me next time before blowing me, let me know when” Grinning I’m lost in my own little fantasy of being his on-call pig until I heard my BF coming the stairs asking me if I wanted to eat or if he could have it. Yelling out it was all his my mind bringing me back to earth I suddenly felt bad. Bad that I pulled out of lunch, bad I made it up what I was really doing. Maybe even so a little bad that I ended up with another mans cock in my mouth. But I still got my BF off right so did I really cheat…..

FYI - This chapter has a lot of setup and a little sex. ------- Chapter 5.1 - Holiday Gifts ------- The semester was winding down and he just had one more final to go before heading back home for the first time since he left for school in August. Once the last test was over, Ric spent the rest of the day relaxing and packing his suitcase. He had an early morning flight and Joe was to pick him up that night. "You can sleep on the plane, we're gonna have fun all night" Kyle said shortly after he got to their apartment. He wasn't kidding and Ric was exhausted when they dropped him off at the airport the next morning. He hoped all the cum wouldn't leak past the plug all over the plane seat and let the rest of the passengers know how many loads he had taken the night before from Joe, Kyle, Mark, Eric and Paul. At least his balls were empty too. It was good to be home and he could tell that both of his parents had missed him. While he had talked with them at least weekly while at school, being together again as a family was better than it had been for years. Ric got together with his friends too. Shane had a party with the old swim team and the guys from his regular sex parties. Alex and him spent a lot of time together and he thought that Alex may have missed him the most. He spent some of his spare time texting Thad about a new tattoo that he wanted. His escorting jobs had really picked up the past month and he had put away a nice stash to pay for something more elaborate. The hard part was going to be getting it done without letting his parents know until it was complete. Thad told him it would take three sessions to do it and after twisting his arm, they settled on two. Ric set a date for the first part and then planned on coming back a month or two later to get it finished. The cold weather would give him an excuse to wear long sleeved shirts to cover up the first part. "Alex, can you take a few pics of me?" Ric asked three days before he headed back west. "Sure. I hope you're going to be naked in them. And fucking me" he said. "You definitely get one of those. You're the only one around here that knows I did porn. I really appreciate that you kept it quiet, but before I get my next tattoo and I look different, I'd like some pics to remember this part of my life" Ric said as he pulled the mask out from his suitcase. "Fuck... I think I just wet my panties. I'll do it, but you have to fuck me while you're wearing the mask. It will be the from the unreleased porn flick" Alex said with a chuckle. Ric stripped down and oiled his skin up before he put the wrestling mask on one more time. They joked around for a half hour, getting a few dozen shots. The first several were like promo shots Rawson might have had taken and the last few were of Ric fucking Alex's cum filled poz hole. Ric always loved fucking Alex. Alex had figured out long ago what he wanted from sex and that was lots of guys fucking him and that experience showed the moment a cock entered his ass or mouth. Ric wondered at times how many guys had enjoyed fucking him, but it didn't matter now since his cock was back inside his friend, drilling just like the old days. Alex was never the 'lay there and take it' bottom, he always was fully part of it, whether that meant fucking back or working his ass muscles. Alex liked it rougher than most guys too, so Ric rarely had to worry he was fucking too hard. It only took a moment to open Alex's pussy and after that it was long strokes until he came. Just like with the outer ring, a few knocks on the inner ring let him through and Ric began to bounce his hips off Alex's ass. They fucked bent over the bed, on the floor with Alex on all fours and then missionary with Alex laying back on the bed. Ric liked how Alex was never quiet when getting fucked unless he had to be. In fact he thought the time he fucked Alex in the bathroom of the megamart was probably the least satisfying one, since they both had to stay quiet to not get discovered. "Come on, Ric! Harder. Pound that knocked up cunt!" was followed by "Gimme a good recharge" and "You own it, now wreck it!" Alex growled out. Ric chuckled to himself and drilled even harder. He knew when Alex was in this zone, he couldn't fuck hard enough. His cock was now pulling all the way out and slamming back into the gaping hole. A few minutes later he felt Alex clamp down on his cock, gripping it tightly for a few seconds. Moments later as he bent over further, he felt the spurts from Alex's cock coat his stomach and chest with cum. It triggered Ric's own orgasm and he was flooding his friend's cunt with another load of viral cum. While he may have bred his dad early that morning, his balls had refilled and let him shoot another sizable load into Alex. Both had huge grins on their faces as they stared at each other, panting hard. When his dick softened, Ric pulled out and crawled up on the bed, spooning with Alex. "You usually don't cum when I fuck you" Ric said. "I used to tell myself that I shouldn't. I was just a hole. But some guys thought that meant I didn't like the fuck. Once I started, I found that it made sex even better not having to hold back" Alex replied. "We fuck for pleasure. You should never deny yourself. That was a huge load. Too bad it didn't go into a hungry hole" Ric said softly into Alex's ear. Alex giggled. "Some of it has. I met this really cute sissy over in Summerville. He's a year older but a lot less experienced and I've been teaching him how to be a slut. He does have a better wardrobe, though, and likes to dress up. I knocked him up last fall. My dick might be small, but it can do the job" Alex said. Ric beamed. "Fuck! That's so cool. Was that the first guy you fucked?" Ric asked. Alex giggled again and said "No, I tried once right after I came out, but I love getting fucked way more." "Hopefully he won't be the last one you do. Just have fun" Ric replied. -- Shane agreed to take him up for the first tattoo session and two days before Ric was to fly back to school they were sitting in the car driving up to Thad's shop. "We're not going to get kidnapped again, are we?" Shane asked as he drove down the expressway. Ric chuckled, remembering the surprise they got when they went up to talk to Thad about Shane's first tattoo. Shane got marked inside and out that day and was in pain for a week after. "I don't think so, but I didn't know it was going to happen that time either" Ric said. They kept talking and Ric asked if he liked being on the swim team in college. "It's so fuckin different. I'm a freshman so we really don't compete much. It's mostly training and kinda boring actually. None of the other guys from our high school team even tried out" Shane said. "Is Marcus still there or did he graduate?" Ric asked, feeling his cock twitch as he thought about him. Shane laughed. "Yeah, he is. That bastard is a tough SOB. He'd have us doing drills 23 hours a day if he could. Hot to look at, but hard on us. I think he's still pissed at meeting the two of us in the hotel room and finding out you were poz" Shane said. "Yeah, that was the first really bad reaction I had meeting a guy. The tat did its job though." Ric said. A minute later he added "Uh... I did fuck him the next day. Actually, my friend Joe and I did. He's a really great bottom and my friend thinks we knocked him up that day" Ric said. Shane coughed, jerking his gaze to Ric in the passenger seat. "You what? After he freaked out like that?" Shane asked, glancing quickly between Ric and the road. "Yeah, don't say anything. Marcus was really pissed the next day and Joe calmed him down. Next thing I knew the three of us were in a storage room fucking. Joe and I both bred him full of our charged seed. He finished that swim camp with our loads soaking into his guts" Ric said, grinning as he retold the story. "Fuck. That's why he always glares at me. He's probably scared I already know and I'm going to tell everyone" Shane said. They took the exit and soon were parked at the tattoo shop. Shane checked the mirrors several times before getting out of the car. Ric chuckled, but was happy when they made it inside without getting dragged away unconscious again. "Hey, good to see you guys" Thad said. Ric sat down and Thad showed him the final drawings for the tattoo. "I hope you'll come back and let me do the rest of the sleeve. I kind of feel like this is only half the job" Thad said. "Yeah, I know but I want to see how this looks first. You did drawings for the full arm, so you know I'm at least thinking about it" Ric said, pulling his shirt off. Thad spent the next two hours working on the tattoo. About halfway through, Daryl came out of the back of the shop and watched the rest of the process. "All ready when you are, Ric. Glad we could finally get this done" Daryl said. "Yeah, me too. After feeling Kyle's again, I really want it now" Ric replied. Shane looked confused but soon Ric was climbing out of the chair. "You know the drill. Keep it moisturized and let it heal. It's gonna look really good when it's done. Are we still on for the end of February?" Thad asked. "Yeah, I got tickets already, but it's a quick trip - in on Friday night, out on Sunday morning" Ric said. "Your turn Shane. In the chair" Thad said as Ric looked back. Soon, Ric was in the back room, with Daryl's hand holding his partially hard cock up, figuring out where to put the six bars of the ladder. Ric remembered when he got his nipples pierced and expected the same thing, but it went easier this time even though there were four more piercings to do. He gingerly walked back to the front and waited a few minutes for Thad to finish up. Ric peeled off the money for Daryl's work and then left the rest for Thad in two piles. "I paid for the whole thing, Thad. Now you know I'll be back to finish it up" Ric said, grinning. "No fucking until it's healed, Ric" Daryl said as they started toward the door. Shane looked out, glancing all around. "A little nervous you're gonna get grabbed again?" Daryl asked with a sinister laugh. "Yeah. Those guys made Ric's fucks seem gentle" Shane said as he walked out the door. They got in the car and headed back towards home. "Whatcha get?" Ric asked a few blocks later. "A scorpion by my cock. I want to be like all the cool kids. It's small and will get covered by my speedo, but once it comes off, guys will know" Shane said with a laugh. They drove a few more miles and Ric asked "Do you ever run into the guys on the wrestling team?" "Yeah. Talk about a bunch of homos. Word has it they fuck each other all the time. I did one guy so far, but I don't think it took. Why?" Shane said. "My friend Joe was on the team until the coach threw him off. He said the team fucked a lot. Does the coach get in on it? I know in high school your coach didn't touch the team, but that's cuz of the age you were. College is different" Ric said. "There's rumors, but as far as I know, the only coach that I know that plays with his team is the women's tennis coach. Uh... I can poke around if you want" Shane said. "Yeah, don't spend too much time on it, but I'm curious since my friend seemed to think he might have dropped him because he was fucking other team members and not the coach" Ric said. "Lots of coaches will screw you over if you don't do what they want. You'd be amazed at some of the stuff these jocks get away with. The football and basketball players are the worst, but there's so much money that comes in from those sports, everyone looks the other way" Shane said. "Thanks" Ric replied. They got close to Shane's house and Ric turned to Shane. "Fuck. I just got my dick pierced and you just got a tat down there. We're useless. Neither of us can fuck" Ric said. "Don't worry. I got us covered. Marty and Zac are ready and waiting, but I think both of them want you" Shane said with a laugh. It had been a long time, but it felt like a year earlier with their fuck parties at Shane's house. Marty and Zac showed up shortly after they got there and everyone was naked a few minutes later. "Go easy, both of us need to be careful of our new ink and piercings" Ric said as they chugged down a few beers. "No guarantees. I was kinda hoping to feel that cock in me again, but that just means I get to show you how good I can top now" Zac said. Ric chuckled but was actually curious. Zac had come a long way since their first meeting and was looking even hotter than he did back then. His body had filled in and his workouts had added more muscle around his body. He was a lot more confident too, but still wasn't taking himself too seriously. Marty looked a little different too, having grown a bit physically not having to worry about swim team requirements. His face had a little fur on it and his bush was no longer that little patch above his dick. Ric moved behind Zac, wrapping his arms around the smaller guy and pulling him close. "I hope you guys have been having fun while I've been away" Ric said, making everyone laugh. "We've been like nuns. Studying hard and not thinking about sex" Marty said, grinning back. "Studying is good, but you also need to share what you got. Don't let all that cum I bred you with go to waste" Ric replied, smiling. "You worried your bug isn't gonna find lots of new guys?" Shane asked. "Not with you guys. You probably have knocked up more guys than me" Ric replied, letting his hands roam over Zac's body. "Maybe. I know I have five" Marty said, pushing Shane to his knees. Zac turned around and kissed Ric, whispering "I only have two. Sorry." "No need to be sorry. Zero would be ok, too. Just have fun, Zac" Ric replied. He grabbed Zac's ass and pulled him tight, feeling the growing cocks between them. "Aaaarrrgghhh" Ric groaned out, pain shooting through his cock from the new piercings. His cock was hard and it wasn't going to soften with his friends around, they turned him on too much. He tried to just bear it and worked his way down Zac's body, licking and nibbling at almost every part. Once he was on his knees, his lips were around Zac's cock, sucking gently and letting his tongue flick over the hard shaft. Shane was sucking on Marty's cock, just like he had done a hundred times before. He knew what Marty liked and was sure to get him close before slowing down, taking him to the edge and back numerous times. When Marty couldn't take it any more, he pushed Shane's head off his cock and pushed him on to his back. The spit covered cock jabbed into Shane's hole, making him cry out. Ric chuckled as he watched Marty and Shane out of the side of his eye. Zac had his hand on the back of his head, slowly fucking his face. His face was getting mashed into the same small patch of fur he remembered from the last time he had sucked Zac. It wasn't an aggressive fuck so far, but Ric liked how Zac was taking control. He had come a long way from being that timid swimmer a year earlier. A pair of hands grasped the sides of his face and pulled him back. Zac stared down at him and said "Show me your ass." Ric grinned before he turned around, wondering what Zac was going to do next. The firm hand between his shoulders, pushing his head down was a surprise as was the face pushing between his ass a few moments later. It was a submissive position and while Zac didn't seem like the dominant type, Ric knew he was going to be Zac's bottom for now. The tongue lapped over his hole and poked in several times, making sure plenty of spit was around and inside the pucker. Zac's hands moved to Ric's hips and he felt the wet cock press into the ring before it popped inside. Ric moaned, relaxing and feeling the cock slowly push deeper. Zac's cock wasn't long or thick, it was just a little longer than average but had a nice bulge in the middle. Ric knew that Zac had been getting more experience fucking guys since he was comfortable plowing Ric's hole. Each time Ric would give a squeeze with his ass, Zac would laugh and thrust in harder. He wasn't trying to make Zac cum, he just wanted to add another element to their fuck. The strokes got harder and when Ric felt two hands on his shoulders, pushing him back to the floor, he realized Zac was now really fucking him. Ric started to push back against some of the thrusts and Zac started to grunt. He looked over and Marty was pounding Shane, getting close to breeding his friend. Suddenly his ass was empty but only for a second when Zac shoved back in. His thrusts were now slower, but much harder. "Breed my ass, Zac!" Ric yelled back, the side of his face pressed firmly on the floor. Ric heard Marty groan loudly as he pumped his load into Shane's ass. It spurred Zac on even more and he began drilling Ric's ass until his cock throbbed and started to pump his charged load into the guy that knocked him up. Ric milked as much cum as he could out of Zac's balls and then felt the sweaty body fall on to his back. Ric slowly stretched out until his stomach was on the floor. Zac laid on top of Ric, gasping, for a few minutes before rolling off. Ric turned to him and kissed him. "Fuckin hot, Zac" Ric said. "Thanks, I've dreamed of doing that for a long time" Zac replied, grinning back. Ric pulled him closer and they kissed deeply. Once the kiss ended, Zac nuzzled his head next to Ric's and whispered "I can't believe I just fucked a porn star."

“I just want head” was the title of his reply to my post I put up on Locanto. Innocent enough right? Not when you’re the one cheating on your BF of 10 years….. How the mighty have fallen….. how fast things went wrong… or right, depends on how you are looking in my recount. But that is a story to be told after this story of my fall from grace into depravity. Let’s start from the beginning, so I am 32 years old, stocky fellow work in a professional role suit tie the works. Been in a long term relationship with my BF of 10 years, sex is well… boring. Don’t get me wrong I love his cock, his sweaty scent and when he does get the urge him fucking me but its just so vanilla from where I came from previously. Before my partner I was having it off with random guys behind stores, in bookstores, SOP (Sex on Premises), public venues, park toilets, my place theirs, you get the story. I was up for anything I loved sweaty men rough guys selfish fucks, blow n go’s old men fat meant younger men slim men, as long as you had a cock I was happy. But I went through that fleeting moment of Where is my life going, what am I doing with myself blah blah blah and I guess my BF was just there at the right/wrong time. All was right for a few years, I had manage to change numbers, emails, all those links to my slutty past, got my tube account closed off and most of my known videoed encounters removed from the net (Yes I know you can never fully remove but I could at least claim deniability that I knew it was out there and no longer linked to myself contactable wise), I cut off a lot of ties which I regretted but I thought I was doing the right thing. So things were good for a while. We dated, went out, travelled, dinners, family events and friends outings, bought a puppy together, built a place together etc you know the typical gay relationship… Monogamous, just us day in and day out. Fast forward a few years and we became even further recluse from the gay lifestyle, we had very few gay friends and it got to the point where I no longer associated with anyone without my BF seemingly cuffed to my wrist and if I did anything out of the norm of our day to day regimented process I would get accused of cheating. So after years of this and being accused of cheating on him when I never before this point did anything like that. I had enough and decided if he is going to accuse me of cheating I may as well do it and hopefully either end the relationship knowing or strengthen it by doing what I do and move on. I really don’t know at which point it went the way it did but I went in with the best intentions of not wanting to hurt anyone, I really convinced myself that it was “just sex” and that it wasn’t cheating as I was just helping myself to stay in the relationship and be happier the whole Happy Life Happy wife conundrum. Talking about it in my head that if I did a little chatting then I can have new fantasies in my head when I was having sex with my BF. So it all originally started when I got a new phone and Samsung had their KNOX software and you could literally create a 2nd life on your phone separate from your day to day one. So it was great I started off on Tumblr until they fucked up and went to Twitter, then moving on to posting pics of myself with no detail that could be linked back to me that it was me posting. So I started going to the public toilet on my lunch break sitting in the cubicle and watching porn online and stroking eventually leading me to blowing my load. This went on for months and whilst at the time it was enough “fuel for the fire” it ended up not being enough to stop me from taking it to the next step. It started off when I heard that Craig’s list had shutdown and the replacement Locanto was starting up and it just triggered a thought of reading the horny adds from men wanting sex. So my porn viewing session on my lunch break was taken up from reading ad after ad and comment after comment reading to blowing my load. This was great and before I knew it I had replied to a ad that was posted. Living near ….(close to my work J) Horny Bi Guy, chubby tradie. Sweaty needing a blowjob, just Let me fuck your mouth blow and go. Repeat if I deem you good enough. Before I knew it I was messaging him, basically saying; ‘Partnered cheating pig, love sweaty men haven’t sucked anyone else other than my BF for years, love cum and happy for repeats’. Then telling him when I was free and where I worked near giving options for meeting up including the centre toilets meant for staff only. By this stage I had reached end of my lunch break and not even enough time to rub one out. So I buckled up and left and went back to work. Finished my work day and then went home and acted like the perfect BF, putting on dinner, doing load of washing cleaning kitchen up and then fed my BF poppers until he was hard and rode his cock bareback as I imagined sucking off a random chubby tradie and his sweaty cock. Happy night. I happened to get to work a little earlier than usual so sitting in the coffee room I pulled my phone out and logged onto KNOX and noticed I had an email from him. “Meet me today faggot, haven’t showered in a few days and needing my sweaty cock sucked. Not interested in your life couldn’t give a fuck, I just need my cock sucked. What time is your lunch. Let me know and be there today.. I only give one shot so if you fuck it up ill block you” I was stunned, I couldn’t believe it…. I knew it had been a while but I wasn’t expecting a meet so soon. I’m used to be fucked around and pick and choose a date. Here I was first time in a long time, (if ever the first time) I had been presented with an ultimatum of meet up or fuck off. Before I knew it I was on autopilot and my cock did the walking so to speak. ‘Lunch is at 12pm, ill leave the main door unlocked it’s the bathroom at back, lock door behind you as its suppose to be a key needed for entry. Ill be in last cubicle ready.’ Shot the message and then it was time for work. I tell you what those 3 hours and 55 mins seemed like 20 hours. It went so slow and only aggravated by annoying customers with questions and needs that really did not interest me at all that day. I think I performed the worse I ever had in any job I’ve held on that day… My mind was focused on one thing and that was cock. 11.55 am finally came by and I started my prep to close my register off for lunch break, looking at the array of guys walking in through the front door wondering who my tradie was. Closing out I ran off to the toilet block, unlocking the door my hand shaking, sweating slightly my stomach in turns and butterfly’s doing flips, quickly checking it was empty I left the door slightly ajar and took my place in the last stall. 11.59 ticked over to 12 and all I could hear was the blood pumping in my neck and everything was a blur. Hearing the groan of the main door open and the unmistakable sounds of the door locking as the foot steps crossed the tiled floor walking up to the stall as I lean forward and unlock waiting. Seeing a set of fingers grasp the top of the door as it swings open slowly. His chubby view comes into frame as I move back and allow him in as he locks the door behind him as he gets straight to unzipping and pulls his half hard uncut cock out. He leans back and puts his arm outstretched as he grabs the top of the door frame to the stall and nods at his cock. I get down and go to touch his cock as he grunts “don’t waste time faggot just get it in your mouth and blow me, I gotta meet my gf for a movie in 10 mins” I don’t say anything I just lean forward and take his cock in my mouth, he must be naturally smooth there isn’t a stray hair anywhere I can see other than his hair on his head. Closing my lips around his cock I taste his pissy cock and smell his sweaty scent as I start bobbing up and down taking care as I lube his cock up first, I hadn’t played with an uncut cock in nearly 7 yrs by this stage so I was very out of practise. Sliding my tongue under his hood I taste his cheesy cock as he grunts softly as I swirl my tongue around his growing mushroom head his foreskin slowly retracting as I suck harder, feeling his skin slide back behind his head, I feel his hand on the back of head as he thrusts forward with his hips and pushes his hand down as I gag and let him fuck my throat, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat and go down slightly. He was only about 6 inches but he was thick and his head was like a mushroom. Sweat beading off my forehead slobbering over his cock swelling spit and precum as he fucked my mouth harder. I was both excited and scared trying to suck him off harder so he would blow, trying not to make noise, praying I get of this and yet wanting to be more depraved. My mind was in overdrive. I kept sucking hoping I was doing at least a half decent job. Considering the only cock I’ve sucked in last 8 years was my Bf’s and he never blew from just me giving him head it took him ages and I don’t know if he really ever blew that lot… anyway getting side tracked. Bringing myself back to the now I closed my lips tighter and sucked harder but made a steady up and down bobbing working with his hand on the back of my head. I could feel his cock throb, his breaths short and raspy as I could hear him moaning softly “suck it, fucking suck my greasy cock faggot”. His hands gripping my hair almost painful as he pulls me down hard and lodges his cock down my throat and holds me down as I gag. Feeling his mushroom head throb as I suddenly feel the load blowing down my throat, not tasting but looking up at his scrunched up face breathing hard as he unloads in my gullet. Running out of oxygen I didn’t know what to do so I stayed in that position, my ears drumming not hearing any other sound than my pulse as I choke on his cock. Finally releasing me I pull off his cock not a drop of cum left for me to taste to see how a strangers load tasted like. Nodding for me to move he leans forward pushing past me as he starts to piss in the bowl, mesmerised by him pissing it bought back so many nasty things I wanted to do but I quickly remembered that I had to be back at work soon. So I behaved, and waited for him to finish. He said nothing as he wriggled the last drops of piss from his cock and zipped himself up. Wiping the sweat of his face with his hanky he gave it to me to clean up and said to keep it. He unlocked the door pushed past me and shut the door, I locked it behind him and sat back on the toilet hearing him use the washer and drier then hearing him open the door and walk out. Looking at my watch it was 12.09, it was a glorious 7 min roughly I had him in my mouth for. His sweaty scent on my breath and my face as I went to pull my cock out and stroke but was interrupted when my phone alert went off with a msg from my BF saying he had gone past work and where was I. Annoyed and pissed off… kinda scared too thinking he had the audacity to start up shit when I was here at work but on my break…. Yes I had actually cheated on him but if it was any other of the many days he pulled this shit I was the one in the right….. Right??? Fuck fuck fuck. Messaging him back saying I had only just stepped out to go to toilet as its been a busy day but I have 50 mins free and asked if he wanted to meet at maccas for lunch, he said yes. Rushing out of the stall shoving some toilet paper down my pants and underwear to catch all my precum and hopefully mask the smell. Washing my face and running water on my hands through my hair I stopped up a mouthful of water and hoped it masked the smell until I got something to drink or eat. Rushing out to meet no words were exchanged during our mediocre lunch other than the usual dribble that he had done pretty much nothing for the day other than watch crime documentaries and fed the puppy. Annoyed I said I had to rush back to the final count for the day and went straight back to work. The afternoon was so slow and felt like it was another 10 hours until I finished. Finally knock off time. Waiting outside for my BF to pick me up I had a few mins to waste. So I switched to KNOX and checked my messages on Locanto. Sure enough there was an email from him waiting for my response. “Great blowjob, you know your way around a sweaty cock, happy you didn’t fuss over me needing a shower no need to shower for faggots like you hey? Is your lunch the same every day if so I want everyday this week. Can you host? Reply asap for this weeks arrangement” Smile spread across my face, instantly filled with pride that I had done a good job and he wanted a repeat. It’s strange getting compliments for just making a guy sexually happy. But I was ecstatic, elated over the moon. Replying right away with “Yes sir, loved sucking your cock and swallowing your load, I can do lunch everyday this week at same time will be same set up. I don’t get place to myself but BF is going away for a week next month”. Hitting reply as I sign out of KNOX and clear my phones history and pull my book out unable to focus on the words as I think about his scent and cock and his load he blew. My smile and mood quickly diminishing quickly as my BF pulls up. Getting in giving him a kiss as I hold his hand as my mind starts telling me the awful things I had done and what the fuck was I doing….. It’s normal isn’t I mean everyone seems to be cheating… So I’m not in the wrong am I???

Being young helps a lot but don't forget that most guys like to "save their load" and don't want to shoot too early, which explains the loitering. I used to go saunas a lot and I always made my hole available late at night or early morning to catch horny guys wanting to go home.

I fucked a guy there yesterday afternoon. Within half an hour or so of him starting, I was his 6th load. He was fucking fit too. Hooded, arse in the air, with a marker pen next to him so guys could add to the tally.

chi4loads - I sincerely appreciate the time and energy you dedicate to bringing us such delicious eroticism.

My cock was hard and it hurt in the chastity cage and my nips were getting bigger in the suction cups. Daddy came back to me and put a think leather strap around my neck. "This is your first collar. It's not a full one which would have a ring but you don't deserve that yet. I need to make sure you are worth of being my boy", he said "Yes Daddy", i quickly stated He then reattached the pump to my nipple cups and sucked on them more. It hurt but also felt soo good. "I see your clit is all hard. Good", he said He then pulled out these things which looked liked leather cuff with two fasteners. "Bend over", he commanded. He grabbed my balls and pulled them down. It hurt as he didnt do it very gently then put on as a strap. He slapped my ass when he was done. He threw my what looked like long socks and boots and told me to put them on. The socks where a little sheer but not as sheer as stockings. I put them on and pulled them up to the top of my calf just short of my knees. On the back in red was printed "Raw Pig" on one sock and "Whore" on the other leg. I then slipped into black leather boots. They were beautiful black leather dress boots. They had a square point at the bottom and went up to half way up my calf. They also had a 3 inch fat heel. When I stood up in them it pushed my ass out. "Good. You look like a good whore. Take a look at yourself", he said I walked to the full mirror in the bedroom. OMG i did look like a whore. I looked cheap and sexy and it got my even hornier. Daddy walked up behind me nuzzled my neck and pulled off the nipple cups. I gasped then he took my nipples in his fingers and gently manipulated them. I almost came they were so sensitive. "Ughhhhhhh Daddy", i moaned and leaned back into him feeling his hard cock at my ass. "Yeah you look so sexy Daddy needs to take you. I like how the boots show your tight ass", he said in my ear. He bent me over and pushed into me. I let out a scream as his girth is still hard to take. He worked his huge cock in me and when he was finally all the way in he started to ram me hard. I leaned on the mirror to balance myself. He pounded me hard and held my waist tight. I could hear the slapping of his balls on my ass and my balls slapping against his balls as they swayed up. It was incredibly pleasuring feeling my balls being stretched like this. My cock was rock hard and straining in my cage. He pounded me like this for 10 minutes straight. I thought he was in my stomach by now he was fucking me so hard. Then he picked me up and threw my at the bottom of the bed with my legs on his shoulders and rammed into me again. He was fucking me on a mission. "OHHHHH Daddy yes please fuck me, make me your please", i cried "You want Daddy's dick huh", he said "No Daddy....", i moaned "What?", he said and slowed down "No Daddy, i don't want it...i need it. I need your dick in me to feel complete. I need your seed. Please fuck me like your whore, please!", i begged and grabbed his hips to pull him back in me. With that he knew he owned me, my mind, body and soul and started to ram me with full force. I started to moan uncontrollably. After fucking me hard for another 5 minutes I felt him expand in me and shoot his load. That made me orgasm and cum. "Ahhhhhh", he moaned as my ass muscles gripped his huge cock. I felt my cum shoot but felt it go back in me. I orgasmed even stronger and squeezed his cock more with my pussy. He grinded in me for the next few minutes and then collapsed on me. I wrapped my boots around his waist and my arms around his neck. "Ohhh Daddy thank you for making me yours", i said crying a little "Why are you crying", he asked "Cause it feels so good to be with you and be your property. I want offer all of myself to you and give you my everything", i said "I know and you will. You will have more pleasure and some pain then you ever have experienced", he said I couldn't wait for what was next.

It sounds as if @Dcbbslut123 was upfront with his boyfriend about wanting to open the relationship, and that the boyfriend refused. If the boyfriend isn't having sex with him, and isn't allowing him to have sex with others, then @Dcbbslut123's hands are tied. (And there's also zero health risk to the boyfriend.) Let's not treat the boyfriend as a hapless victim. If he is happy with the relationship as it is, he'll stay, and if not, he'll leave. It is apparent to anyone who refuses an open relationship and withholds sex (if that's what happening) that the other person is meeting their sexual needs elsewhere. Those needs — expressed at the time an open relationship was requested — don't go away. None of this is meant to question or diminish yours or anyone else's personal experiences and feelings about having been cheated on. It's meant to assign equal weight to the perspective of the partner whose sexual needs weren't being met, and who dutifully sought a solution by asking for an open relationship.

By contrast, this is what you enjoy when face is unblurred and full range of expression is on display: [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jSDk15tvp2QP (Thanks to @DenverBtmDude for bringing this to our attention.)

As promised, I wanted to send out a new update before I leave for a trip. This is the first time Paul and Blake play with another person and I think they are on their way to discovering a lot more about each other. Still early days, and any comments or suggestions are welcome! I will try to have another chapter at the end of next week, but until then, enjoy! Chapter Three: A Third I woke up feeling sick as ever, but immediately noticed the smells of cinnamon and vanilla. Blake was gone from the bed, but he had tucked me against a body pillow to cocoon me in comfort. My brain allowed me to doze on and off for awhile until I felt a corner of the bed sag and I opened my eyes. A plate of homemade cinnamon rolls and a glass of water in his hands, Blake asked me to sit up before he started feeding me small bites of food and made me drink water. “I know you feel like hell, but you’re as gorgeous as ever, do you know that?” I couldn’t help myself, and I began to purr. “You’re just the most amazing person, Blake. How did you ever find me of all people attractive?” Blake looked at me for a few moments before replying, “Well, the moment I first saw you moving your things into that dorm, I knew you were special. It was only later when I read an article on the university webpage that I really knew how amazing you were.” I blushed hearing him compliment me. “They liked to use my story to try to recruit more musicians, but I’m really not special.” “How can you say that? You’re like a nationally-awarded organist!” The way Blake looked at me made me think about how I looked at him. A mixture of adoration, lust, caring, and disbelief that he can be mine. Groaning, I said, “It doesn’t really matter. I know things about one part of life. I have no experience in much of anything else. Well, almost no experience.” Dammit, I must be flushed some crazy shade of red from all the blushing I am doing. Why is sex so hard to talk about? Blake picked up on my discomfort and gave a rueful smile. “I thought you knew more about it. . . I wouldn’t have come onto you so strong and been so forceful if I would have known.” “It isn’t a problem. You just helped me discover a new part of myself.” I smiled to reassure him. “I need to email my teachers and tell them that I am too sick to go to class.” “Don’t worry about it. I already sent an email to all your teachers saying that you were sick and I was going to take care of you for the next few days.” This man really is a keeper, I thought. “I found your class schedule in your music bag,” he added. “Now, finish this food and we can talk.” I finished eating the most delicious breakfast I could remember and Blake took the plate back to the kitchen. A minute later he reappeared with another glass of water and got back into bed. He held me and started talking. “You know a little bit about how I became poz. It really isn’t a special story. I was horny, I wanted a release, and I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. I converted and that was that. There was no stopping the virus and somehow that turned me on. I became obsessed with saving myself for the perfect guy who would be my partner in every sense of the word. I wanted to be a part of them forever. I knew that I had some time before I needed to go on medication to control the infection, but I wanted to stay fit anyway. I threw myself into my sports career and school, and I don’t regret it for a bit. I see a doctor every few months and keep track of my health. He thinks I can stay off meds for a few years yet without much risk to my own health, but I want to have him check you out when you’re feeling better.” I nodded against the pillow. “I know I need to get tested eventually, but I want to know more about this first. I can feel my body changing even now.” Blake pulled me tighter, “yeah, I got to know my own body so much more in the year since. I’ve been spending money on my playroom and waiting until I had the chance to meet someone special to use it. I’m so happy it is you.” I began to drift off to sleep, comforted by the man now holding me close. Blake nibbled on my ear and I could feel his engorged cock rubbing against my ass. With a gentle adjustment, I gave him my ass again. This time wasn’t frantic but the passion was just as deep. We made love in the bed for the first time, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. * * * * * I gradually began feeling better and by the beginning of the next week I was back in the classroom and the practice room. I had some serious catching up to do, and not a lot of time. I managed to scrape through my finals and pass a jury for organ. My second to last day at school I got a call from Blake. “Hey, it has been a long time since we saw each other? How about a little celebration after you finish your last final tomorrow?” Of course I couldn’t say no to that. “Sounds like a plan! Where do you want to meet?” “Come back to my place around 7:00. We can have dinner and I have an idea for a new activity.” I could hear the growling tone in his voice. “You won’t want to miss this.” “I’ll be there! But now I have to go. Chris wants help with his essay tonight and I promised I would try to help.” Blake chuckled down the phone, “you’re always so helpful. One of the hundreds of reasons I love you. Talk to you later!” The line disconnected and I breathed a sigh of contentment. Just one more day of work before I could drop my worries out the window and run into the arms of my boyfriend. I grabbed my computer and headed out the door and down the hall to Chris’s room. I could hear the sounds of classic rock through the door and knocked loudly. I heard Chris’s bedsprings creak as he moves to the door. When the door swings open, Chris is staring at me with his hair all crazy to one side. “Thank god you’re here.” He ushers me inside and closes the door. “I fell asleep and just couldn’t finish the essay.” I stared him down for a minute. “What a mess,” I thought. Sighing I said, “I can’t write the essay for you, but let me see what you’ve got.” Chris brought me his laptop and sat down on his bed. “I’ve got it mostly finished, but I just don’t know what else to write. I’m at the end of the line.” He really looked dejected, so I read through what he had written so far. Ten minutes later I grabbed his shoulder and shook him from his upright doze. “It isn’t too bad, you just have some simple editing work to do, then wrap it up. We can get through this in just a bit.” We dug in and about two hours later he had a really fine essay. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. I promise to make it up to you someday.” I laughed, “you don’t have to make anything up to me. Just finish the semester strong. You were my first friend here, and this is what friends do for each other.” I picked up my things and walked to the door. “Now get some sleep so you’re fresh for tomorrow.” I heard a faint “good night” get mumbled into a pillow as I let myself out. Time to grab some sleep before classes finished tomorrow and I could see Blake again. * * * * * After my exams the following day I went home to get ready. By now at least I had figured out the mechanics of a clean (and belatedly ‘safe’) sexual experience. I grabbed a quick shower and cleaned everything out. I figured that Blake must have had some kind of sex in mind and I wanted to be prepared. I put on some decent clothes and started walking over to his place. I rapped the door when I arrived and then Blake was there. I caught a quick glance of my gorgeous man in an apron before he pulled me into him. Hugging him tight I planted kisses on his neck and soaked in his aroma. Rich and musky. I could already feel myself getting hard. Blake broke the embrace and ferried me into the place. He had a few candles lit and gestured me to a seat in the small dining nook. “After the last time you ate here off a TV tray, I thought you deserved a real meal. He opened a bottle of Italian lemonade for me and went back to putting the finishing touches on our meal. We chatted idly about holiday plans and how our exams went as he plated some food. When he turned to present the dinner, I was stunned. It looked like the work of a chef! Beautiful chicken parmesan cutlets propped over a delicious-looking mound of risotto. There was a side salad and he leaned over and said, “there’s a special dessert later.” We ate and toasted each other with our lemonades for the better part of an hour. After we finished, he carefully cleared away the plates and brought me to my feet. “Are you ready?” I nodded silently, then I noticed Blake checking his watch. A minute later there was a knock on the door. “Chris, how nice of you to drop in!” Blake shouted at the door. “It is open.” I stared at Blake. What was going on? Chris bounded into the room full of frat boy energy. “Hiya Paul. I bet you didn’t expect to see me here, did you?” “I can’t say that I did, no.” I replied. I searched Blake’s eyes but they gave nothing away. “We just finished dinner here, Chris, but I think we’re ready to get started if you are.” “No problem,” Chris replied. He turned to the hallway leading to the bedroom and playroom. “What are we waiting for?” Blake gave my hand a little squeeze, “you’ll have fun with this. I promised dessert, after all.” Winking, he let go of my hand and led the way down the hall to the playroom. Entering the playroom was just as disorienting as last time. The heavy smell of leather and rubber hung in the air and the toys, straps, masks, and suits all surrounded the big sling in the center of the room. I was horny before, but the sight of all this forbidden gear turned me on even more. Chris gave out a little gasp. “I had no idea you had all of this! You must get tail every day of the week!” Blake looked at me and replied, “hardly, I only have one person that I really want to fuck.” Chris turned and faced us, “of course, I knew you two were made for each other. But why all the stuff?” “Well,” Blake started, seeming a bit sheepish, “I wanted to be prepared in case my partner was kinky or had any fantasies.” His gaze turned toward me. “I hope you aren’t offended.” I smiled back at him, “of course I am not offended! That is so hot that you were thinking of every eventuality.” I leaned up and kissed him deeply. “You know how to get me horny for sure, but why is Chris here?” Blake gestured to Chris, “you’d better explain it.” Chris started, “I always wondered what being with a guy felt like, and I’m going to move into the frat house next year. I heard that they get up to some shenanigans and take care of each other, if you know what I mean, and I wanted to know what that was like before I started fooling around and don’t want to embarrass myself in front of any of them. I asked Blake a few weeks ago if he would show me the ropes, but he said he wouldn’t fuck me. Just that he was saving that for someone else, but he thought you might be willing to have a go at me if you wanted to.” I was stunned, horrified, turned on, and confused. “Why me?” “Like Blake here, I wanted it to be someone who I cared about and wouldn’t judge me. Besides, you’re sexy as fuck and so tempting all the time. . .” Chris trailed off. I looked at Blake and he smiled back. “Paul, this is your chance to really breed someone. I think you should.” I leaned over to whisper in Blake’s ear, “does he know that I am poz?” “I haven’t told him, but you know him. I don’t think it would make him much difference.” “But I would feel awful if I gave him my illness.” Blake was quiet for a moment, “look, it isn’t like he is stupid. He could ask to play safe, he could be on prep, he could just not care. Whatever the case, I think he is aware of what is possible.” I grudgingly admitted that my boyfriend had a point. I turned toward Chris and with as much courage as I could muster I demanded, “get in the sling.” Chris clambered out of his clothes and got into the sling. Blake and I circled around him and strapped his arms and legs in so he couldn’t move. “You know that to do this you need to relax. And in order to be relaxed, you need to surrender yourself to us.” I was talking with a silky tone, trying to put him at ease and keep him excited. “After this experience you’ll be a changed man. You can’t say that you’ve never felt another man inside of you. Is that what you want?” Chris was getting really hot and bothered and moaned out, “just do what you want to me.” Clearly this boy didn’t know what I was capable of. I knelt down and took a look at his hard cock. It was about average in length with a long, droopy foreskin covering the head, even as he was hard. A nondescript bush surrounded his manhood, but the shaft and balls were completely smooth. His balls rode up as I fondled his shaft. This was too easy. I rolled his foreskin down to release the shiny head of his cock, already glistening with precut. Taking him into my mouth I could taste the sweet-and-salty essence of the pre, along with the musty, sweaty taste that must always stay around with a foreskin like his. I pressed his cock further back into my mouth and felt as much as heard him pant. “You’re a fucking genius with your mouth, Paul.” I slid his cock all the way out of my mouth, sucking on his head so there was a little ‘pop’ when I released him. “Thanks, but you haven’t seen anything yet.” I started giving his balls a tongue bath and played around inside his foreskin with my finger. I let my tongue lick down his taint before tasting his ass for the first time. It was as I expected from a frat-type boy. A bit ripe with sweat, but not unclean. The saltiness of his sweat was matched with the sweetness of his musk. I began to tongue his hole and the moans increased in pitch and frequency. “What are you doing to me?” I grinned into his cheeks as I pulled my finger from his foreskin, “just having a taste of what is to come. Blake promised me dessert. . .” I dove back in. Blake’s hands found my collar and began unbuttoning my shirt. I got to work with my pants and was soon naked, probing Chris’s hole with my tongue. He must have really been wanting this for awhile, because he was starting to open up. I stood and slipped a finger into Chris as I leaned in to lick his chest. “I can’t kiss you because I’m attached to Blake, but I am going to fuck you. Is that what you want?” Chris only nodded and groaned. I was excited! My fist topping experience! I used a second finger to open the hole for a moment or two and Blake came up from behind and started lubing my cock. “Hold back in him for a bit. Make sure he feels you,” Blake warned. I nodded in understanding and withdrew my fingers. My now slick cock began to do circles around his hole as I warmed him up for penetration. Nothing like a little teasing to get him excited for what was coming next! I felt Blake start to lick my hole behind me. . . Ah! That was his game! Well, I don’t mind! I let the tip of my dick hover right at the entrance to Chris’s chute. Waves of warmth emanated from him as I gave the warning, “last chance to back out.” “Breed me,” was all the answer I needed. I pushed into his warm hole and slowly sunk inch by inch into the waiting boy. Nothing prepared me for how amazing the feeling of a tight hole would be on my cock. At the same moment, I felt pressure on my own hole as Blake quickly sank his dick into me. He had me impaled completely and was pulsing his dick against my prostate as I continued to work toward hilting myself into Chris. When I finally bottomed out (with much wincing from Chris) Blake was almost out of my ass. I began to pull out of Chris and fuck myself back onto Blake. I slowly picked up steam bucking forwards into Chris and backwards onto Blake. Fucking and being fucked in one cyclical motion. This was easily the most pleasure I had ever experienced. I rode Blake’s dick with every ounce of passion I had, and plowed myself forward into Chris feeling like a god. Chris was moaning in pleasure as I began to pummel his prostate with precision. The speed of my thrusts growing faster and faster and cycling deep enough to tease his second hole. Blake started to pant behind me and grabbed my hips for extra leverage. We fucked like rabbits for what seemed like hours before I couldn’t take it any longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I screamed to the boys and fell forward with all my body weight to stick Chris as deeply as I could before I started to spurt. I felt the resistance of his second hole for a split second before Blake added a deep slam of my hole and our combined weight forced my dick through Chris’s second hole. I could feel Blake pumping me full of his toxic seed again and knew that I was seeding Chris, too. We stayed mounded together, sweat dripping from our bodies and mixing into each other. Chris hadn’t cum, but he seemed perfectly content. “Is this everything you wanted it to be,” I asked. “More than you could ever know,” was Chris’s reply. I turned to Blake and kissed him deeply. After about half an hour I felt myself slip from Chris’s hole and we unhooked the restraints. Chris grabbed his things quietly and waddled out the door. Blake scooped me up in his arms and nibbled on my neck. “I hope that wasn’t too shocking for you.” “Too shocking, no, but I will be interested to know how Chris is feeling in a few weeks. I am a bit worried that he’ll be pissed at me if he turns out poz.” “I know some of the guys in the frat,” Blake replied, “they won’t judge, and there are a few people that I met at my poz support meetings that he can talk to if he gets worried.” I snuggled my head up to Blake’s chiseled pecs. “All I know is that every time I have sex with you I feel a deeper connection. Even with another person, I still feel connected most to you.” Blake kissed my forehead and dropped me into the shower. “Well, we shouldn’t waste another opportunity. . .” So he fucked me silly in the shower, using his previous load as lube. I don’t know how I had managed to live without this boy for so long, but I am glad that I don’t need to know what that will be like for a long time.

About two hours ago I took an early train from work. I like to sit up cause it’s more isolated and don’t have to worry about people trying to steel my shit if I fall asleep. But on the first floor came in a sexy younger looking thug type you know slim muscular looking. Gray shirt on jacket unzipped sagging pants blue boxerbriefs and a nice bulge. He pulled out his phone and opened up his Instagram and started scrolling. I was able to see his screen from where I sat and I noticed there was lots of half naked guys on his feed lots of thirst traps and all. So I opened up my airdrop to see if his was on and there were a few but one definitely stood out so I dropped him my contact card he looked around but didn’t look up. So he texted me “who dis” i told him to come up so we can chat he turned looked at me and then grabbed his jacket and came up. Asked me what I wanted and I told him I saw him liking those pics and thirst traps. So he asked me if I was being a thirsty hoe or something. Asked him where he getting off and he told me the same place I was. Told him he can come over to my car and find out if he interested. So we got to my car moved the seats up I pulled out his dick and started to suck him. He told me to get it nice and wet so he can fuck my slutty ass up. After throating his dick for some time he got between my legs and folded me up. I felt his dick push up inside me and we both let out an out moan. He started pounding me deep and hard right of the bat no easing in. I was moaning and pushing my hands agains his abs while he was holding my legs up and slamming his dick balls deep and raw in me. I felt that dick rearranging my guts. He grabbed me by the throat and told me to beg for his cum. I moaned out how bad I want his seed inside me. He slammed his dick inside me and began to shoot multiple times. He thrusted in me a few more times after cumming in me and then pulled out. We got dressed right before the next train arrived and there were people in the parking lot. I dropped him off at his friends crib and I went home with his load in my guts.

Raymond was lost in the pleasure he was both providing Nelson while he serviced him and in the pleasure he was receiving by having some sort of primal need unlocked deep within. The drugs in his system awoke something he could feel burning intensely. He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but the urge to have his barely-used hole satisfied overtook him. Raymond spread his knees to widen his position, rocked forward, placed his left hand on Nelson’s muscled chest and began to move his mouth and throat over this man’s cock. Nelson felt the eagerness and excitement radiating off his conquest below. “Fuck yeah,” he barely whispered. Raymond was a man on a mission now. His throat began to accommodate the massive rod impaling his mouth and throat. Deeper and deeper, Nelson’s cock filled Raymond’s throat, the thickness not only stretching him from the inside out but stretching his lung capacity. Finally, Raymond came up for air and immediately began to spit and slobber all over Nelson’s shaft. Without missing a beat, Raymond was back do, inhaling Nelson’s cock, inch by inch. “Look at me, boy.” Raymond, once again, met his eyes. He was finding that the more he was commanded to meet his gaze, the more he wanted to give in and be whatever Nelson commanded. Raymond had spent so much of his life being alone, that he never experienced this type of desire before. Sexual situations, prior to today, were mechanical. They were relatively quick and served only the purpose of satisfying his sexual needs. But today, now, was different. Instead of meeting another person to satisfy his own needs, Raymond was being forced to willingly satisfy the needs of someone who knew exactly what he wanted. “Take your right hand and start fingering your hole. Slowly. One finger to start,” he then grabbed Raymond’s left had that had been kneading and caressing his meaty chest and began sucking on two of his fingers. The sensation of his fingers in this man’s mouth threw Raymond into action. He spread his knees, lifted his mouth off Nelson’s ever-rigid cock long enough to moisten his pointer finger, reached back and began to insert his digit into his surprisingly warm and inviting hole. Nelson began moving his tongue between Raymond’s fingers in his mouth, wrapping it around each digit then down between the space that separated each. Raymond realized that this was exactly what he needed. Without being told he brought his eyes up to meet Nelson’s and began to work his own finger deep into his hole. His hole quickly accommodated the finger and he began working in tandem with mouth and throat. Each thrust of his finger in tight cunt caused him to try and get Nelson’s dick deep down his throat. Nelson was transfixed by the sheen of sweat covering Raymond’s body. Each piston-like movement of Raymond’s body caused his back and arm muscles to flex and strain. Nelson moved his hands to Raymond’s head and shoulders: One hand gently coaxing Raymond’s head down further on his increasingly stiffening cock and the other rubbing and grabbing at Raymond’s arm and shoulder muscles. Raymond was lost in the ecstasy. Feeling Nelson move his hands over his body made him realized that this is what it meant to be desired and to be controlled. Despite his willingness to be in this position, Raymond understood that the choices had been made for him and he found that the his wanting to be desired was tied directly his to listen and follow. A flash of understanding shot through Raymond’s mind and he decided to take a risk. Finger still eagerly invading his own hole, he lifted his mouth of Nelson’s dick. “Thank you,” he panted as he looked approvingly into Nelson’s eyes. Nelson knew exactly what Raymond wanted to hear in response but was deliberate in his response. Raymond watched as Nelson removed his fingers from his mouth and instead of saying, “Your welcome,” Nelson forcefully spit, hitting Raymond in both eyes, part of the forehead and nose. Raymond flinched. “Two fingers now, and keep this dick in your fucking mouth, slut,” and Nelson threw Raymond’s hand, which he previously held in his own as he slurped on the boys fingers, down to the side, as if put off by it. Knowing he had to make up for his actions, Raymond greedily slurped back down on the meat before him while working another finger into his waiting hole. Nelson smirked to himself and finished off the contents of the pipe while Raymond abused himself, pistoning in and out with both his holes. After two large hits off the glass pipe, Nelson decided it was time to really get the boy’s engine revving. He grabbed handful of Raymond’s hair and slowly began to pull. Raymond tried to move his head back down to fill his mouth with more cock but was met with resistance as Nelson kept steadily pulling up. Raymond followed the lead of the man controlling him and finally the thick meat popped out of his mouth and Raymond gasped as Nelson yanked his head back roughly. Now that his cock was free, he began to mildly rough-up the boy. Head yanked back by the hair, Raymond dared not fight as Nelson began lightly slapping his face, left, then right, left, then right. Getting harder slightly, Raymond began to wince. “Keeping finger fucking your hole, faggot,” he added, punctuated with more spit to the face. Raymond began the vigorous motion of fingering his hole while he felt his face ache. Despite the slaps being much more mild than the ones he received earlier in the day, the repetition was increasing his sensitivity. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Each slap caused Raymond to dig his fingers deeper into his hole which was now practically begging to be stretched. Nelson relished this part. He was no stranger to breaking boys, but always seeing them take his slaps was what flipped his switch. He knew enough to never truly hurt them, but enough moderate pain established him as the man in charge, the gatekeeper of sexual depravity that could only come with administering such things. It took every ounce of determination to no longer flinch or blink with each slap. Raymond remained locked on Nelson as he took the slaps and his own fingers. This was not lost on Nelson. Nelson reared his hand back as far as it would go and Raymond, despite his efforts, closed his eyes and braced for impact. But he was surprised as felt Nelson’s hand gently cup his chin. His eyes open to see Nelson coming in for a kiss. Nelson began to explore Raymond’s mouth as Raymond began to force his two fingers deeper into this hole that was now aching for more. This kiss was brief, but passionate. Nelson pulled off and brought Raymond further in order to look down on his muscled back. Nelson placed Raymond’s head to the left of his still jock-strap-covered-hip, causing his fingers to dislodge. Raymond let out a whimper, but soon felt Nelson’s large hands rub up and down the sweat covered back of Raymond. “Fucking muscled-up stud,” he said more to himself than to Raymond. Nelson’s meaty palms reached their destination and he gave two heavy slaps to each, smooth mound of Raymond’s ass. Raymond flinched but soon began to spread his knees further apart as Nelson began to palm and massage each lobe. “Fuck yeah, bitch. Spread those legs,” and he began to slowly insert his right pointer finger into Raymond’s hole. Nelson’s fingers were bigger than his own and he gasped in pleasure as he felt the finger invade is quivering cunt. Raymond’s back arched and Nelson admired the muscles working overtime to accommodate the feelings he was experiencing. One finger turned into two and Raymond began to moan like the faggot he knew he was meant to be. He wrapped his arms, as best as he could in that position, around Nelson’s waist and began to lick and slurp and any and all flesh available to him. Nelson smiled as he felt the boy give in. He began to thrust his fingers in harder, spreading them, circling the boy’s hole before diving back in while his other hand gave two quick slaps to the boy’s left ass cheek. Nelson abruptly removed his fingers and roughly untangled the boy from his body and pushed him to the side. Raymond was confused. In an instant he went from feeling the most sexual pleasure he had ever felt to feeling sad that he somehow disappointed the man he was gladly ready to service. Raymond watched Nelson get up from the couch and removed his black jockstrap. He once again marveled at the god before him wearing only a black baseball cap, which was now turned backward. He too was sweaty and his monster of a cock pointed straight out and looked hard enough to swing off of. “What the fuck are you waiting for. Chest on the couch, slut,”

Part 39 - New Year Celebrations Start Max stood at the window looking out over the snow covered grounds, he was definitely going to miss this. Even though their trip was only a few days his time in the palace had so far been eye opening and pretty amazing. Alden had gone on his date with Lady Trasilion's daughter and she had been invited to the palace for new year, so far things were looking good on that front. Alden had change such a lot in the few days since and couldn't stop talking about her to Max, he took Max out several times to go horse riding and grilling him on everything he knew about Stephanie. Alex attended to some work with Artem and could see his workload was beginning to stretch him beyond his capability and needed help. In the distance Alex could see the two figures on horseback against the white of the snowy landscape, it was the best present Alex could ask for seeing his brother and Max getting along so well, in fact they were spending a lot of time together. Max had also spent a few private moments with the queen after their trip to see the dress where she ran over some tips of what to do if news gets out whilst in London and they are flooded with press. As a backup plan they had the had rooms at the embassy if needed. Alex walked in to the lounge "Ready Max?" he asked, "We need to leave" he said walking over to him. "Ready!" Max replied smiling at him and they walked towards the double doors opening one side. Tom bowed "Your royal highness, sir. I have come to walk you down" he said smiling. "Nice to see you Tom" Max replied patting his shoulder making him giggle. "Have some respect for the livery" Tom remarked as Liam appeared. Alex chuckled "Definitely more sexy dressed like that" he said quietly in Max's ear. Tom smirked then turned his head "You had your chance. Too late now!" he replied. "We are going to have our hands full with you two" Liam said as Franco now arrived joining them. They walked along the west wing and met with Nick at the staircase then down and through to the public areas and the front doors where the royal car was parked waiting for them. During the drive to the airport Max opened his new blue diplomatic passport that had arrived the day before and took a slow look through it until the car turned off the main airport approach road and round to a smaller building where two staff were standing waiting for the royal car to arrive. The weirdest part was Max didn't have to carry anything as it was all done for them and they were taken straight through the security check and in to small intimate lounge. After only a short while the royal car appeared at the lounge doors after having been security checked and cleared to drive on the airport aprons, the chauffeur handing over to an airport official as the driving laws on the airfield were different. The car slowly meandered around the two terminals under the air bridges to a dreamliner plane that had an air bridge at the centre door and steps at the front door. Nick explained that when royalty travelled on the airline they always put on a bigger plane with a first class section for the royal family. Two cabin crew walked down the steps and stood at the bottom as the royal car approached, their luggage taken out of the boot and loaded in the hold, Nick went ahead on board to do the security check. The cabin crew curtsied 'Good morning your royal highness, sir. Welcome on board' they both said. Alex went first and Max noticed above the cock pit the red flag with the gold royal insignia was now flying indicating royalty on board. Alex and Max took the front row centre seats, Franco took the window seat to the left of them whilst Nick and Liam took the row behind to prevent anyone coming up in to the cabin. Max had only literally got his seat belt fastened before the plane door was closed and they pushed back from the stand with the engines starting up, within minutes they were airborne heading towards London and his family home. Even travelling with royalty was so different than normal business class that he flew. It seemed to go so quickly and the plane was already crossing the east of London and settling on the flight path in to Heathrow. The one thing Max did know from a fly on the wall documentary about the airport was the two resident photographers who were ready to capture the rich and famous arriving or departing. The plane touched down and slowed then turned on to the taxiway where it paused briefly so that flag could be raised again before proceeding to the assigned gate at terminal 2. The front door was opened and the steps in place, this time Liam went ahead walking down to the waiting embassy car flying the royal flags on the front wings. He stood by the passenger door and nodded to Nick, Alex came through followed closely by Max and sure enough in the window of the terminal building he could see the two photographers, fortunately their view was being blocked with the airbridge and could only get pictures of Alex at the top of the stairs, Max lowered his head so they couldn't get a full facial picture of him as they frantically clicked away. Safely out of view a wave of nausea over took him and he hoped he would at least remain incognito for now. Max stopped at the bottom of the stairs to take a deep breath and decided to wave acknowledging the pilots, the royal flag was being taken inside now they had stepped off the plane and Max raised his hand and the pilots acknowledged him in return. "Max!" Liam called for him to get in the car, "Stop trying to charm the pilots!" he chuckled. Max smirked at him "Nothing wrong with being polite" he said sticking his nose in the air at Liam. Liam smiled slightly bowing his head "You will pay for that later!" he remarked. Max looked him in the eye "You keep promising that" he said, "You never follow up though!". Max laughed and took his seat then Liam climbed in pushing Max over to make room and causing them all to laugh as they set off to the VIP terminal at the far end of the airport, cleared quickly and on their way to the embassy for a brief meeting with the ambassador and a change of car to a normal one before heading to Max's home off Sloane Square. The ambassador welcomed Alex with formal protocol and nodded his head to Max recognising his new status. The protection officers went through a briefing with the embassy security discussing at length the protection of the prince and Max. As they left the ambassador said he was looking forward to them and Max's family attending the new year celebration at the embassy. The cars swapped they now travelled in a black SUV driven by Liam and followed by another car with embassy security in until they reached Fitzroy Road and pulled up outside Max's family home. Nick got out and studied the building that looked pretty secure being flanked either side by other houses. Max got out of the car and walked up the four steps to the front door and opened it calling out for his parents. They came rushing through the hallway both hugging Max "Are you alright?" his mother asked. "Yes, I am fine Max replied trying to get out of their clutches for a minute. "So who are all friends we are entertaining?" his father asked in anticipation. "Mum, Dad this is my boyfriend Prince Alexander" Max said and even to him it sounded weird. Max slapped his forehead "Sorry, you address him as Royal Highness and bow or curtsey" he added. Lawrence couldn't keep the smile off his face "Your Royal Highness" he said bowing. Stephanie chuckled at the reality of it all "Your Royal Highness" she said bobbing. Alex smiled "Need to work on your curtsey" he said then burst out laughing, "Pleased to meet you both". He shook hands with them both "And please whilst I am in your home call me Alex" he said. Franco and Liam walked up the steps with the luggage "Come in guys" Max said, "Where is Sam?" he asked. Stephanie rolled her eyes "Where isn't he! Bloody teenager!" she said, "I am sorry about my language". Max nodded "My terrible brother Sam, or Samuel when he gets told off" he replied laughing. "Teenage brat that is who he is" Stephanie said to Alex, "Not like Max here" she said fondly. Lawrence coughed in to his hand "Max was just as bad, you have forgotten" he said chuckling. Alex grinned at Max "Well Lawrence you are going to have to tell me about Max as a teenager" he said. "No Way!" Max replied, "Sorry this is Liam, Prince Alexander's protection officer" he advised introducing him. "This is Nick he is Crown Prince Alden's protection officer and helping out" Max said bringing him forward. "And this is Franco who is to be my protection officer" Max finished off the introductions. "Goodness" Stephanie remarked a little stunned, "Well come on through all of you". "Do you guys needs to look over the place and gardens or whatever it is you do?" Lawrence asked. Nick chuckled "Our embassy security had a look around the area a couple of days ago" he informed Lawrence. "Does my son really need a protection officer?" Lawrence asked glancing at Nick. "Yes, he will be living with the prince and close to the royal family" Nick replied. Lawrence nodded and Nick smiled "It is protocol. That is a word you will hear a lot of" he added. Stephanie made them all coffee whilst Max and his father took them up stairs to their bedrooms on the second floor of three storey house. Max and Alex taking his bedroom at the back and next door to them was Liam and Franco whilst Nick had the bedroom along the hallway next to Sam's. The afternoon was spent relaxing in the lounge overlooking the garden with Max's parents took time getting to know Alex and the three protection officers. They were both quietly amazed at how very down to earth Alex was despite his royal status and understood after a few hours why their son had fallen in love with him. Stephanie admitted to them all that she was beyond excited about the new year party at the embassy tomorrow, even though they had to upset other family members by dropping out the usual new year party held in Essex at her sisters house. Lawrence on the other hand was just glad they didn't have to go to Essex again. The protection officers suddenly sat up hearing the front door open and close with a bang. "What's for tea!" came a loud booming voice from the hallway and a sound of trainers being kicked off. "Sam" Lawrence inform them and stood up going to the door, "Your brother is home" he said to Sam. "So what!" Sam replied texting his mate, "What?" he asked looking up at his father. "For once just be sociable and come and say hello to his boyfriend" Lawrence pleaded with him. "You are kidding?" Sam suddenly said, "Maxine has got a boyfriend? Did he hook up with Geraldine?". Max heard Sam and shook his head "Sorry about him" he said partly grinning. It was Nick who picked up on it first "That is okay Maxine!" he said giggling. Alex tried to keep a straight face "Who is Geraldine?" he asked after he stopped sniggering. "Sam refers to Max's friend Gareth and Geraldine, heavens know why!" Stephanie replied. Everyone sat there trying to hold their laughter in staring at Max "Fuck off the lot of you!" he said laughing. Sam walked in to the lounge then stopped unsure at what was going on. The seventeen year old had a striking resemblance to Max, the same light brown hair and blue eyes and standing an inch shorter than his brother. His build was more slight than Max being a gaming console generation and he hated any form of physical activity. The difference was more in his hair, it was unruly and shoulder length unlike Max's that was cut short and neat. Sam looked quickly at the guy sat next to his brother wondering where Gareth was, his eyes then drawn to the three men sat on the sofa in black suits and ties that made him laugh. "What's happening you filming a Men in Black movie?" Sam asked going into uncontrollable laughter. "Samuel!" his mother spoke in an annoyed tone, "Show some manners, we have guests". "Don't call me Samuel!" Sam replied looking annoyingly back at his mother, "Is this him?" he asked. Max stood "Sam. I want you meet my boyfriend" he said as Alex stood, "Prince Alexander of Monrovia". Sam laughed until he saw the look on his mothers face "You address him as royal highness and bow" she said. Sam looked at her again then at Max "Err... You are not joking then?" he asked. Max shook his head "No Sam, this is His Royal Highness Prince Alexander" he repeated. "Are you telling me that you are banging a prince?" Sam asked trying to put things together. "Samuel!" his mother exclaimed loudly telling him off again. Max nodded and Sam went bright red then bowed his head "Royal highness" he said. "It is a pleasure to meet you Sam" Alex said kindly as Sam stared at him. "You really are a prince then?" Sam asked again looking between Max and Alex who nodded. "Sorry we didn't tell you Sam but you have to keep this private" Max informed his brother. "What's with the three men in black then?" Sam now asked glancing over his shoulder. Max took Sam over to them who all stood "Liam, Nick and Franco are crown protection officers". It didn't matter how long they sat there talking away, Sam just couldn't get his head around what was going on and became fascinated by the three protection officers and their physiques. It was the one thing he liked about Gareth was his muscular build and constant micky taking and play wrestling. Sam was straight but he loved playing Gareth up and wrestling with him, harmless fun since they had known each other for as long as Max had known Gareth and they had their own unique friendship going on. He was very okay with his brother being gay and he loved him more than ever as Max like Gareth were unlike the screaming queens around west London that you would see, they were both men in appearance and mannerisms who liked other men. Screamers as they called them just got on their nerves no end, their stupid camp flamboyancy. Alex had excused himself and went up to fetch the envelopes for Max's parents and Gareth. They were hotly discussing new years eve as Sam was refusing to attend the party at the embassy and wanted to stay home on his gaming console. Nick was hoping to get out of the party and he offered to stay and baby sit Sam which didn't do down well with Sam initially until Nick challenged him to a match with some of his games. Naturally that spiked Sam's interest enough and finally his parents agreed. "Does Geraldine know you have a prince?" Sam asked talking to Max. "Yes, he met Alex in Mauritius" Max replied, "I spoke to him Christmas day as well". Sam nodded "So he was the fella you spoke about that night in my room?" he asked and Max nodded. Alex returned to the lounge "This is for you" he said handing the envelope over to Stephanie. "The official invitation" she said smiling broadly, "We have flights booked already" she advised. "I was going to sort the hotel out tonight, the one on the plaza looks good" Lawrence said. "No need" Alex said, "My parents have extended an invitation for you all to stay at the palace". "The king and queen?" Stephanie asked sounding much like Max when he first arrived there. Alex laughed "Yes, and you will stay in the royal residence of the palace not the guest area". Lawrence looked confused at this "You will be close Max and I in the palace west wing". "What are we going out there for?" Sam asked looking over his mothers shoulder. "Prince Alexanders birthday party" Max advised, "You have all been invited to attend". Sam shrugged "Gets me out of college for a few days" he said running his hands through his hair. "And that needs tidying up" his mother said referring to his hair, "You can't meet royalty like that!". "Whatever!" Sam replied sounding fed up, "You keep going on about it but I like it" he said hugging his mother. "You are not getting out of it this time Samuel" she said making it sound like a done deal. Sam laughed but Max stepped in "Sorry Sam but you will need to look more presentable" he said. "Don't you start picking on me Maxine!" Sam replied, his mischievous eyes looking at Max. Alex laughed "Never fear Sam, I am sure the queens maid can do something with your hair". Sam stood up "Come on don't you start on me as well!" he said feeling brave. Alex grinned at him "Samuel if you disobey me I will release the officers on you" he said slowly. Sam laughed and walked around to Alex "Come on want to see how good you are at gaming". Alex was whisked away by Sam partly dragging him, Liam following him "What?" Sam asked looking at Liam. Liam smirked "Where Prince Alexander goes, I go" he replied. Sam rolled his eyes "Naff off!" he said and Alex laughed nodding to Liam who walked away laughing. Sam handed him a controller "What do I do with it?" Alex asked having never played one. Sam sat on the large beanbag in front of the TV and Alex sat next to him being guided what to do in a shoot them up war game. Alex soon found he had no hand eye co-ordination and was obliterated by Sam within several minutes. "Sorry" Alex apologised, "This is not the sort of thing I grew up with" he said looking at Sam. Sam stared at the TV "Is Max going to live in your country?" he asked unable to look at him. "Yes he will be" Alex replied studying him, "He will live with me in the palace". Sam nodded slowly "Why?" he asked "Why does he have to live there?". Alex could see his eyes welling up "I have a role to fulfil and Max will be by my side" he replied. Sam dropped the controller on his lap "Please don't take my brother away!" he said beginning to cry. The whole idea of Max leaving was having a devastating effect on Sam who broke down. Alex quickly put his arms around Sam trying to comfort him. Outside it was getting dark and the light faded from the bedroom, Alex held Sam in his arms fighting back his own tears, it was like his childhood again when his father was whisked away from the lake front at Greenacres. The vivid image of him standing in the water crying as his father was taken away as monarch and no longer the crown prince. "It will be alright Sam, Max will come and visit and you can come and see him" Alex said comforting him. Sam sniffed "I don't want him to go" he said holding Alex tighter, "I know he has his life but we have never been apart". Alex stroked his head softly "It won't be the same though will it, him being with you" Sam said. "Sam your brother will always be your brother no matter who he is in life" Alex said confidently. Max walked in wondering where they were "What is going on?" he asked softly seeing Alex holding him. Alex looked up and nodded for him to come in "Sam are you alright?" Max asked kneeling in front of them. Sam nodded letting go of Alex "What am I going to do with you gone?" he asked. "Oh you idiot" Max said affectionately, "You have college to finish" he replied. Sam wiped his eyes shrugging "You have always been here though". "I will always be here for you Sam. We will see each other often" Max said looking at Alex. Sam sat up still looking upset "What will happen to you now?" he asked looking at Max. Max shrugged "Nothing, I will live in Monrovia with a job" he said now feeling unsure himself. "There will always be an open invitation for you to visit Sam" Alex said putting his arm around him. Sam looked at Alex "You promise?" he asked and Alex nodded. "Plus you have to teach me to play these games with you" Alex added making Sam smile. "Not so sure you have what it takes" Sam replied getting some of his wit back. Alex chuckled "Don't worry Sam, Franco will give you a good run for your money I know he as a console". Alex stood up "I promised to take everyone out for dinner so err... Do your hair" he said grinning. Sam looked up at him and smirked "Don't you start telling me what to do!" he said getting to his feet. "Sam don't you dare" Max warned knowing his brother was about to chase Alex. Alex scoffed then laughed "Or what!" he said stepping back egging Sam on. Sam took one step then another moving towards Alex with a big grin on his face, his arms held out ready to grab hold of Alex. Sam was being teased by Alex in the way he was looking back at him, it was provoking Sam who couldn't stop giggling now. Max warned his brother again, even he was finding the whole thing funny and happy as they were getting along. Sam made his attack launch on Alex who stood there 'Help!' he said loudly but made no effort to run as Sam got his arms around Alex and lifted him off the ground. He was taken by surprise by the strength Sam had considering his slighter build to Max. Nick and Liam came in the room laughing and to the prince's aid, Nick was part way through changing and had no top on that caught Sam off guard. His body was muscled and tattooed and Sam was prised off Alex with ease and he was flung over Nick's shoulder. Sam was giggling so hard and play punching to be let down but Nick was having none of it. "Are you going to help me Maxine!" Sam called out to his brother. "Hell no! Max replied, "I know what these guys are capable of". "I will give you a wedgy if you don't let me go" Sam warned grabbing hold Nick's underwear. Max shook his head "He might like that Sam" he said outing the protection officer. "No way!" Sam said tapping Nick's back, "You gay then?" he asked and Nick slapped Sam's arse. "Very!" Nick replied slapping his arse again. "I ain't" Sam replied wriggling to get free but Nick held on to him firmly. Nick chuckled "Not yet you aren't" he said mocking Sam as he struggled giggling away. Nick finally let Sam down "He could break you like a twig in bed" Alex said laughing. "I come in here to help and you all insult me!" Nick said as Sam lightly punched his biceps. "Wow fuck!" Sam said, "I want a body like yours" he said with so much envy it was silly to see. Nick gabbed his arms lightly "Stop touching me or I will make you gay!" he said smirking. It was a complete turnaround for Sam once he saw Alex and his brother together, and surprisingly Sam did an abrupt turn and agree to come to the party at the embassy the following evening. Much to Max's surprise his brother was quite a hit with the protection officers keeping them on their toes as he was so unpredictable, humorously sarcastic and funny all in one go. Tonight though they were all dressed up smartly, Alex knocked on the door to Sam's bedroom to see if he was ready and stood there quietly stumped and turned on. Sam looked a completely different person with his hair neatly brushed and tied in a pony tail, his youthful charm so evident on his face and striking resemblance to Max even clearer to see. Two cars pulled up outside the house on Fitzroy road at 6.30pm on the dot. The first car was the official embassy car with the royal flags now being put on the front by the driver. Nick walked out on the street and checked, it was clear apart from a couple walking their dog on the opposite side who stopped to see what the fuss was all about. Nick nodded to Liam who accompanied Alex and Franco accompanied Max down the steps into the car and got in the back with them. Nick went to the second car and opened the doors for Stephanie, Lawrence and Sam then he got in the back with them closing the door. "This is all very strange" Lawrence said looking at Nick who smiled. Sam looked at Nick "What do you all do then?" he asked. "I look after Crown Prince Alden, Liam Prince Alexander and Franco is assigned to Max" Nick replied. "So my brother has a security guy?" Sam asked looking quite surprised. "He does" Nick replied, "He has protocol status now and is addressed as sir and head bowed to". "Stop it!" Sam said unable to believe it was his brother he was referring to. Nick smiled "Max needs his family to support him going forward, it will be hard for a while". Stephanie nodded "I gather things will get tough when it gets out?" she asked already knowing. "Yes" Nick replied, "It is the attention it will bring. It means you will all be scrutinised". "Let them say one bad word about my bro and I will go for them!" Sam said sitting up all manly. Nick laughed "Better to remain above it all, let us deal with it" he advised. The cars pulled up to the hotel entrance in Mayfair and the doorman quickly spoke in to his microphone as a rush of hotel employees appeared with the hotel manager. Liam and Franco exited the car and stood either side of the passenger door. Nick arrived at their side as Max's family stood by the car waiting and following Nick's instruction. Alex climbed out of the car as Sam watched on and Alex stepped forward towards the hotel manager 'Welcome back your royal highness' he said bowing his head and Alex shook hands with him. Max climbed out of the car with his family focusing on him and the hotel manager smiled as he approached 'Welcome sir' he said bowing his head. Sam was in awe seeing someone bow their head to his brother, it also brought home that his brother was going up in the world in a big way. The hotel manager greeted the protection officers and Max's family guiding them inside. Sam watched as the staff members bowed and curtsied as Alex and Max walked past entering the hotel. The hotel manager taking them through to the restaurant and into the private dining room where a table was setup for the eight of them. Sam spent the entire evening talking and winding the protection officers up. Franco was quick in his responses and seemed to get Sam and his personality and they soon had a good friendship going on and often laughing loudly between themselves. It was almost midnight when they left the private dining room and walked back to the entrance where Alex was having a quiet joke with Max about the last time they were here in bed. A snap of a camera phone in the distance took a picture of the moment Alex looked in to Max's eyes grinning happily, the picture blurry at best as the phone moved taking the photo. Oblivious to anything going on they got in the cars and headed back to Sloane Square. Sam dragged Franco off since he had challenged Sam to a game. Max's parents went off to bed leaving the four guys who went in to Max's bedroom with a bottle of wine. Nick desperate to see some sights had got Max to agree and take him out in the morning leaving Alex some time to get to know his parents properly, plus it was easier that way as Alex would have drawn a crowd if he was recognised. Nick watched Alex pouring the wine and started reeling off a list of places he wanted to see and Max agreed and insisted they went to his place of work to formally hand in his notice. Max got up and walked in to his brothers room where he was laying on the bean bag on his stomach with Franco who was giving him a good match. Sam looked up and told his brother to go and get them some sodas. Max chuckled and walked down the stairs to the kitchen grabbing four cans of coke and taking them back up to Sam and Franco. Sam grabbed a can then told Max to clear off and get back to his boyfriend whilst Franco paused the game laughing waving his hand for Max to go. He walked back in to his bedroom where Alex was topping up the glasses and emptying the bottle. Max sat down on the floor again with the others leaning up against his bed, music playing softly in the background as he sat next to Nick since he and Liam had sat sandwiching Alex in the middle. "Honesty game" Liam suddenly said looking at Max, "Are you worried about your brother?". The question was quite out of the blue for Max "In some way yes, we have always been together". "My turn" Alex said taking a sip of his wine "Do you want to kiss Nick?" he asked looking at Max. Max smiled shaking his head "I am not sure how to answer that" he said running his tongue over his lips provocatively. Alex chuckled "Nick do you want to kiss Max?" he now asked. Nick nodded "Yes" he replied then glanced at Max who was now staring at him. Alex now sat forward watching eagerly "Kiss me then, like you mean it" Max said to Nick puckering up. Nick leaned closer "Tongue or no tongue?" he asked Max and glanced at Alex. Alex piped up "Full kiss, no girly stuff" he said, "I command you as your prince" he giggled waiting. Nick looked back at Max and put his hand behind Max's neck pulling him forward kissing him lightly on the mouth at first that had the desired effect teasing Max to open his mouth, on the second kiss their lips touched and Nick slipped his tongue in deep, the kiss was no way brief and last a good twenty seconds with an additional kiss as they separated. "Tasty" Nick said leaning back, "My turn. Max do you want to kiss Liam?" he asked smirking. Max leaned back against the bed "This is getting out of hand now". Liam glanced at Man "Answer the question!" he said in a demanding tone. All eyes went to Max "Yes, alright!" Max said within a split second. Nick looked at Liam "Do you want to kiss Max?" he asked as Alex shuffled around sitting in front of them. Liam shrugged and looked at Max then smiled "Yeah, sure why not!" he said. Max leaned over to Liam's side licking his lips making Liam laugh, his hand slipped around the back of Max's neck. Where Nick was more tender at first Liam went straight in for the kiss forcing Max to open his mouth. Max instantly raised his hand putting it behind Liam's neck and they held each other together kissing for several minutes watched by Nick and Alex who seemed to be enjoying the show. When they finally stopped kissing Max just stayed there with his mouth partly open and completely amazed how Liam kissed him. "Fucking hot!" Alex said beaming from ear to ear, "It would be hot seeing you two fuck" he added. "Alex!" Liam exclaimed quietly shocked at the prince. Max laughed "Alex I think you are Liam's special dish of the day" he said. Liam chuckled and looked at Max "As your brother would say... Naff off!" he said making then laugh. Nick put his arm around Max's shoulder "I would do you?" he said seductively, Max chuckled staring at him "Is that so!" he replied, "My boyfriend is sat there in front of you". "Well it is only fair you see what I had to go through" Alex said cocking his head to one side grinning. Max couldn't stop the sigh escaping his mouth feeling Nick's fingers dancing down his back in a provoking manner.

------- 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 ))

This is true for most people, and if you've experienced it, I am sorry you had to go through it. But it's not true for all of us. I get turned on when someone I'm with is cheating. I cheated (only physically, never emotionally) on my husband for years, when he stopped putting out. He ended up cheating emotionally with a guy he met online. In spite of the emotional impact of the imminent end of our 9-year marriage, I was extremely turned on each time I overheard him jerking off on cam with his online lover. It was not just my surprise at my husband's rapid sexual reawakening (he'd fallen in love with the online guy after only two weeks), but also the thought that this guy was soon going to be fucking my husband regularly and enjoying his ass just as I (and some threesome buddies) had done years before. My body's response — arousal — seems paradoxical, but it's not. In Sperm Wars, evolutionary biologist Robyn Baker points out that (hetero) men who have been away for a few days (as they would have been when hunting) and who suspect their (female) partners of cheating have a strong desire to fuck upon returning. Physically, the ridge around the head of the penis serves to pump out the interloper's semen, and the man's ejaculate will contain more, and more vigorous, sperm than in the case of a routine fuck. For me, cheating is hot, whether I'm doing it or it's being done to me. (That said, I reject cheating as a concept because I don't believe any partner has the right to regulate another partner's sexual behavior. I am in an open relationship today and will never enter into another monogamous/traditional relationship.)

The main reason I fuck raw is because I cum best when my glans is stimulated gently (I'm uncut) and no matter what they say, latex condoms don't feel like the inside of a foreskin or an arse. I've never tried "animal skin" condoms so can't comment on them. About the most exquisite sensation for me is when a guy's arse grips my dick just tight enough so that my skin doesn't slide in and out of them but I can slide my glans from my foreskin into their bare, unprotected arse.

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.

Because I love everything about MEN... Looks, smell, taste, shapes and excitement, I just naturally bend over for em to enter my butt and leave me their man juice.

Because I'm bi and not homophobic about guys at all, I would (and have) welcomed those advances from guys when those have happened. From one perspective, if a bi/gay guys is approaching you and hits on you with the notion of a blow job, guys should be taking it as a compliment that someone thinks you're hot enough that he wants your cock and load in his mouth. It may be difficult for guys to come to the realization that straight versus gay is a spectrum and there is a lot of grey shade between those two extremes. Helping someone who either hasn't experienced that grey area or didn't know or appreciate the pleasure/love/lust he might get from another guy takes some courage from the guy making the approach and should be applauded. I wonder if there are more guys who, when pressed to admit it, have had a change of mind and preference by having had that experience. Or those guys that knew they were somehow different but hadn't had the opportunity to explore...are they happy it happened versus freaked out?

Well, that's what I'm after. And I'm surprised to read you experienced this at Slammer - my favorite fuckjoint. For me, the entire point of that place is to get my Cock up as many Holes as I can. In the darkroom, there's barely enough light to even see that you're a good looking young cumdump though, so that can't be it. What time of day/night do you go over there? When I hit the darkroom (Fri/Sat nights, maybe around 11pm) the fuckbench is usually full of guys. The orgy room usually isn't in full swing yet, though. I haven't been on Thursday night for quite a while (before covid), but even then there were plenty of Holes taking loads on the bench. As to the general question (picky Tops), not every guy there is as self-confident as they might think they are. I can understand if there are "beginners" to rutting in a lot of Holes being shy to start up the action, but - it your experience, multiple times, is a mystery. It's true that some Tops think they "deserve" only the best-looking, hottest Hole in the place, but that's misplaced insecurity on their part, not yours. It's odd; I can remember any number of times I've had to wait for a chance at a Hole, all of them already being fucked. Since you're " a pretty young and decent looking guy", have you tried Ramrod? There, your youth, good-looks could be used to your advantage, and there's raw Breeding all over the place. Good luck !!!

that's the dream. actually the dream is getting double penetrated by both my brothers while I suck my fathers big, meaty, veiny cock. also, which brother? my younger brother has a bigger cock but my older brother is a better fuck and usually shoots really big loads. all 3 of them have caught me sucking guys off and getting fucked up the ass multiple times. its a good thing I’m a shameless whore cause I have never been good at being discrete. once I started blowing guys and getting assfucked by guys out in the open at high school parties, in parks, alleys and on a few front lawns I was done with discretion.

Trust is not an effective method for preventing HIV and STI transmission. There is no empirical evidence that it works. There is plenty of empirical evidence, on the other hand, that people in relationships have sex with other people. Any sexually active gay man is in a high-risk category, and should: receive frequent, regular STI testing; receive regular HIV testing (if negative) or HIV viral load testing (if positive); use PrEP for HIV prevention (if negative) or receive HIV treatment (if positive); and get all available STI vaccinations (including the Hepatitis A, Hepatitis B, and HPV vaccines); to protect his own health. These measures are all "standard of care" in the US, and should of course be undertaken with the support of a licensed medical professional. Medical studies prove that these measures reduce the spread of HIV and STIs. A fascinating finding in the PARTNER 1 and 2 studies, in which almost 900 mixed-HIV-status straight and gay couples had condomless sex over 58,000 times and almost 800 mixed-HIV-status gay couples had condomless sex over 77,000 times, was that not a single HIV infection occurred between partners (the HIV positive partners had an undetectable viral load). Genotyping showed that the HIV infections all resulted from sex outside a primary relationship. People can be upset, hurt, etc. about cheating, but they cannot disclaim responsibility for their own health.

I would love to get pregnant but only if I didn’t know the daddy, the fantasy for me is getting gangbanged and having no idea who the dad is or even what he looked like.

Best solution, by far!

In my experience, "cheating", i.e. having indiscriminate sex with men other than your partner, is best accomplished with one's life-partner/lover/husband. When two men who love each other first and foremost, go cruising for fresh sex partners together, it follows that each guy loves having sex with many men, knows and take pleasure, even pride in watching or participating in his loved-one exercising his Lusts. When that depth of trust is developed, it can easily extend to each lover knowing and endorsing the other half going out on his own for sex. Or, each partner going out to different fuckjoints for a night of whoring. And the next morning, each one sharing the details, and wind up with the lovers making some really hotttt Breeding. This has to do with exorcising one's jealousies, one's inclination to "possess" his loved one, in favor of celebrating the wholeness of his partner. Attempting to control one's loved one only accomplishes the limiting of that relationship. Celebrating, endorsing, participating in your loved one's Lusts, and he celebrating yours only deepens the love, sharing, richness of the loving relationship. This may be difficult to understand, particularly to those who are infected with cultural bullshit, and almost certainly the strictures of our ancient enemy, O.R.* When we learn to free ourselves of those anchors, dragging us down, making us feel ashamed of ourselves and our Lusts, limiting our joy, freedom, wholeness, we find ourselves to be lesser men than we deserve to be. However, when we're free of those false constraints, which only serve other's ends, we allow ourselves to revel in our Lusts, share them with our loved one, and thrill to the honesty we share with our loved one. If we define "cheating" as taking/getting something we shouldn't have, but we're compelled by our very inborn nature to take, we're not defining cheating for what it is. Sharing our Lusts with as many of our Lust-driven peers as possible is turned into a guilt-mechanism by cultural pressures. We simply don't need to accept this dishonesty. The strictures behind the term "cheating" are unnatural for us, they are attempting to control us for the assumed benefit of institutions that stand to gain power by repressing us. Love conquers all. Love includes every aspect of ourselves. Love celebrates all. Love accepts all aspects of our Loved-One, and ours are accepted by him. When we're fortunate enough to find Love, and all that entails, thank Whatever for that wonderful gift. And then, both of you go fuck Holes together, take loads together, and every possible variation thereof. This may fall upon deaf ... (well, blind eyes), but there are loving, enduring, life-long, relationships like this out there. At least keep an open mind. Genuine Love really does conquer all. *Organized Religion

I'm the same

I awoke to a wet feeling on my ass. When i looked over is was Brain eating my sore hole out. "Hmmmmm", yeah baby eat me", i moaned. "Glad your up", he said He then pulled my legs on his shoulders in in one motion fucked me hard. "Ahhhhh", yelling in pain. While I had just been fucked good by him, he was still thick and ramming me still hurts. He went at it fucking me hard, really hard. There was no intimacy, no kissing or passion, it was pure primal animal fucking. He fucked me liked that for a good 20 minutes. My ass was burning. All i could do was to hold on to him and let him take me. Then he turned me over on my stomach and then rammed his cock in me again deep in my gut twisting and smashing my raw pussy. "Yeah bitch, I am gonna fuck you good. You need another load", he groaned "Yes Daddy fuck me", i cried out. Trying to get him to get off. I tried to get on my knees and be on all fours but he pushed me down and literally sat on my ass and fuck the shit out of me. "Here it comes bitch", he moaned I felt his cock swell and spurt in my cunt. I moaned and glad was over. He slowed down and grinded in me for 5 more minutes and then rolled off of me. I waited for a few moments and then turned over to him. My groin and sheets wet as i realized i came. He leaned over and licked me clean then kissed my softly and deeply. He pulled back and lay back down on his side looking at me and stroking my body. "So why did you finally give in", he asked "You mean to barebacking and taking your load?", i asked "Yeah". Brian said "Cause you are hot and have a huge cock", i laughed. Continuing i said, "It's primal. The first time we met i got all flustered and wet which never happened to me before. Your look and your scent took me over and i felt this primal urge to mate with you. I didn't know what that meant at that time but mating with you is something i needed to do." "Is that the only reason", he asked while still stroking my body playing my nipples and thigh. I was hard again and not sure if it was the talk or the touch or both. "The other reason is i wanted to give myself to you. What i used to like about being fisted is it was the ultimate in giving yourself to your partner or man you having sex with. It's so intimate to let him own and control you with his fist and arm in you. But Ihave come to realize there is something much intimate than fisting and that is letting a man fuck you bare and cum in you and mark you with his dna. Let him make you pregnant, mark your body with his DNA and poz you. i want to give myself to you Brian. I want to give you my body to own and control me, make me with your seed. Poz me." i said staring at him. By now i was rock hard. We kissed deeply than i pushed him on his back and climbed his hard cock. I slid down quickly and it hurt but i didn't care. I rode his like a bitch in heat. "Yeah you need Daddy's don't you", he said while holding my hips "Yes Daddy I need your cock, i need your cum, i need you to poz me please. Own me please, i give myself to you", i said in heat widly riding his mammoth meat. After a while of riding him, he pushed my back and fucked me hard and came in me. "Good boy. Now we begin your training", he said.

I should add that if I had my way I'd let Senior Members initiate conversations and then have zero limits on those conversations. But the software that powers this site isn't that flexible. And I know I've said I'm developing other sites and it's been forever and you probably don't believe me by now. BUT after a few years where I wasn't making much progress, I'm back at my programming. For personal reasons chat and messaging aren't my top priority right now, but I will get to them in the coming months. Once I do that, the other sites will be better for DMs. (Hopefully I can do it in a way that's not too confusing.)

many many times. but way more often I have had straight guys ask me to suck their cock and I gladly did. before I started high school I already had a reputation as an easy, talented cocksucker and by grade 9 everyone knew I have no gag reflex so I can Deepthroat and I was sucking off straight boys (and men) on a regular basis cause guys knew all they had to do was get me alone and pull it out and I was on my knees. by the end of grade 9 I was blowing guys out in the open at house parties.

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.

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

Tim Kruger Drew Sebastian Cutler X Brooks (sean cody) Rhyheim Ryan Powers HungPig (OF/JFF) Ray Dalton Legrand wolfe Rocco Steele

Chapter 3 of 4. Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He got down on his knees and lapped at my boy’s eager hole. My boy moaned in delight as Jack worked his tongue deeper and his hole loosened up, ready for the fucking that was about to come. Jack looked and me and the cab driver and told us to get our dicks out. We did and in a flash there were three precummy dicks at my boy’s ass. Jack pulled the rubber over his big cock and guided my hand to his crotch for the second time that night. ‘Put it in him. Put my cock in your boy’s hole,’ and I did. I led his huge tool right up to my boy’s winking pussy and it slid right in. My boy squealed with delight and Jack slid his sheathed cock balls deep, lubed just with spit. He held it there for my boy to adjust to his girth and then started rocking his hips back and forth. I kept one hand holding my boy’s leg up and the other milking my drooling dick. The cab driver did the same. Jack pulled out, careful to keep the rubber sheath in place. He nodded to me and I took his place. He held my boy’s legs high as I slammed raw into my boy’s hole, loosened up by Jack’s massive cock. It felt so good feeling his stretched-out pussy sliding back and forth that I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I leaked precum into his guts, hoping it would make taking that big rubbered-up cock easier. I pulled out and shot ropes of fresh cum all over my boy’s hole and caught my breath as the cab driver shoved me out of the way. He mopped up my seed with his raw cock and slammed himself balls deep into my boy’s unprotected cunt. I didn’t know his name or his status, but I knew he was making my boy feel good. The guy pounded my boy for a few minutes then pulled out. I knew he was close and wanted to make it last longer. Jack took his place and shoved that sheathed cock back into my boy. I heard him gasp and looked over his knees to see him wincing in pain. Jack’s cock was bigger than me or the cab driver and the latex was scraping his guts. Jack suggested he take it off saying, ‘he’s already been filled up once tonight. What harm is one or two loads going to make?’ For the first time, I shook my head, ‘no,’ and he just grinned and pulled out. I knelt down and lapped at my boy’s puffy hole. As I was lapping the remnants of my frothy cum, mixed with the driver’s juices seeping, out of my boy’s used hole, I couldn’t help but think how perverse it was for me to be complacently and enthusiastically lubing up my boy’s hole for another man, or men, to fuck. With my boy’s hole wet and sloppy, I stood up and helped the cab driver hold my boy’s legs aloft. Jack smiled at me, again leading my hand to the base of his cock to slip it inside my boy. To be continued…

Part 1 ~ Master's ad! I had just turned 22, and had just finished Uni, and I decided I had earned a well deserved year out to explore life. And I knew what I wanted to do with my first summer of freedom. As a natural submissive obedient sub with no experience I desired to explore my deep need, to SERVE my superior. Plus I desired my deep need to fully liberate my inner pig by becoming HIV+. I thought about the latter long and hard, and I fucking really craved it! I had read enough and spoken with enough guys online during the past few years to develop a deep unspoken understanding of who I was in regards to being a sub and my chosen path of sexual liberation. After trawling various apps/sites for a month or so, with a few remote possibilities, a profile suddenly just jumped out at me. It literally made my cunt twitch the entire time I was reading it. It said; *Body building, Leather Master with Moustache, 47 years old, requires a live in sub, 30 or under, with athletic to muscular build. You will be officially interviewed. If Sir decides you fit his criteria, and we reach the stage of coming to a formal verbal agreement, you will sign a declaration pertaining to the content of any initial discussions. You will at ALL times completely submit and be obedient towards your New Master, meeting all his needs and desires. Sir has been HIV+ for 11 years, and has never taken any medication. Your status does not matter to me. However, as your new Master I will now clearly state that I NEVER use condoms, and I NEVER pull out when ejaculating. So, depending on your status you will either be frequently recharged by Sir, or simply be converted!* Just by reading the word 'converted' made me automatically stand up, strip naked, sit back down on my computer chair, and probe my cunt, as I continued to read the rest of Master's ad! *Instructions ~ You will; - Only speak when you are spoken to, (unless you are seeking Master's permission). - Undertake all domestic duties on a daily basis. - Be in permanent chastity. - Always wear your collar. - Except from your chastity, collar, and footwear, you will always remain completely nude in Master's home. - Douche daily. - Always sleep in your designated cage (You may only sleep with Master at his discretion) - Eat all food provided from your dog bowl (Dinner time this will be at Master's feet) - Always 'THANK' your Master for any food, cuddles, kisses, cum, spit, piss, etc, that he provides. - Always ask permission for anything you want or need. - Always ask permission if you want a Friend to visit. - Accept anything Master throws your way. Finally, prior to the first time I ejaculate inside of you, you will refer to me as Sir. After this event you will then always refer to me as Master. Serious applicants only! Contact Sir with an appropriate message. Top tip; Think of what you say as a pre-interview. An opportunity to get Sir's attention. Master* FUCK! His profile, including his photos, made me feel completely inferior, which turned me on even more. I went and took a cold shower to calm down, then, sent Sir a message; 'Dear Handsome Sir, I would like to apply to be your live in sub. I am 22 with no experience, but I have known for years it is my duty to SERVE my superior. I will with the utmost gratitude accept and execute as your inferior pig, your instructions you have clearly outlined. I have just graduated from Uni, and have decided to take a year out. I have to admit, when I read the word 'converted' I stripped naked and probed my cunt as I read the rest of your ad. Afterwards I took a cold shower, as I want to prove my willingness to SERVE you, thus, I lose my entitlement to cum. For a few years now I have explored the prospect of liberating my inner pig by becoming HIV+. I have given this much time and thought, and, it is what I need. I crave it, Sir. I patiently await your response, Sir. Yours, sub. I noticed he had opened my message within a few minutes of me sending it. After two days, still no reply. I kept on looking at his profile, reading it over and over. Looking at his pics. And longing for Sir to contact me, to interview me. To accept me as his live in sub. Then, on day 3, a message pops up; *Morning boy. You have successfully passed Sir's first test. That being not messaging him again after your first message. A true sub will always remain patient! Your interview is tomorrow at 11am sharp. Send me your email so I can send you details on how to get here. Upon your arrival, I will let you in, and take you to my office (I work from home). Once in my office you will strip naked, stand in front of Sir's desk, keep your hands behind your back, keep eye contact with Sir at all times, and remain silent unless you are spoken to*

My flight home from Europe last week was really late arriving back to Las Vegas. So, it was well past midnight by the time we landed at the Vegas airport. My car was in the shop, and a friend had driven me to the airport. So, I was without a car and I wasn't going to call my friend to pick me up at this hour. I just sent for an Uber to drive me home. My Uber app showed that my driver was going to be Aanuti, driving a Toyota. I only had to wait a couple of minutes for Aanuti to pull up at the airport's pick up area. Aanuti popped the trunk and I threw my luggage inside and slid into his car. "Good evening", I said. "David?", Aanuti asks? "Yes", I reply. My Uber driver was a tall, thin, very dark, black man in his late 20's/early 30's. From the back seat, I can't get a really good look at his face. But he keeps looking at me through the rear view mirror. Through the mirror I can see he has beautiful blue eyes. For a black man, with skin as dark as Aanuti, blue eyes seemed to be quite odd. I try to make some small talk with him. "How's your night going?", I ask. "Very nice, thanks. I think you'll be my last ride for the night. I started at 6:00. Things have slowed a bit. And I don't want to do the drunks on the strip tonight. I don't live too far from where I'm dropping you. So, I think I'll call it a night." Whenever he's speaking to me, he's looking back at me through the mirror. That makes me nervous, since I feel his eyes should be on the road. But, his kind, blue eyes are mesmerizing. "Where are you from?", I ask. "Nigeria", he says. "I've been here 10 years. I love it", he adds. "Nice. I can't help but notice you're beautiful blue eyes", I say. Aanuti smiles and looks a bit embarrassed. "Thank you. People tend to comment on that a lot", he says. "I would imagine", I add. "Does your whole family have those gorgeous eyes?" I ask. "My Grandmother does. Her Father was half Dutch. I got her gene, I guess. All my other siblings have dark brown eyes. But, I got my Grandmother's eyes". We continue to chit chat. Discuss politics, life in Las Vegas and any number of subjects on the half hour drive to my home in the suburbs of Vegas. Soon, he pulls into my driveway. We sit in my driveway for several more minutes. He's easy to talk to and I'm enjoying his company. "Are you in a hurry to get home?" I ask. "What do you have in mind?" he asks "Was just going to ask you in for a drink, if you'd like? You said you're ending your evening". "Sure. I'm game for that", he replies. We get out and we both carry my bags into my house. I turn on a couple of small lamps, but keep it kind of dimly lit in the living room. I carry my bags into my bedroom and turn on just one small lamp to keep it dim. I come back into the living room/great room area. I ask, "Is wine ok?" I ask. "Yeah. Wine is good", he says. I pour us 2 glasses of some wine I have in the fridge. He's sitting on my small love seat. I sit next to him on the love seat and hand him his glass. We toast and each take a sip. He adjusts his crotch a few times as we're chatting. As he'd adjust his crotch, he'd watch my eyes go to his crotch. The 3rd time he caught me staring at his crotch, he smiled at me and said, "You like black men?" "Yes I do. I love black men", I say with an embarrassed smile. Aanuti takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. I squeeze and feel a rather large cock partly swollen under his khaki pants. I didn't need any more of an invitation than that. I drop to my knees. Aanuti quickly unzipped and pulled out his sizable, partially hard black cut cock. I put my lips around it and begin to suck. He grows quickly in my mouth. And soon his cock has grown to a very nice 8 or 9 inches. Like him, it's long and slender, making it easy to deepthroat. I'm really going to town on his cock. He's hard as a rock. "Do you like to get fucked?", he asks. "Fuck yeah!", I reply. "But, I'm not cleaned out", I add. "That's ok", he says. "I don't get crazy about a clean ass like most American's. I'm from Nigeria, remember?", he laughs. Smiling and winking at me. I get up and grab his hand. "Come with me". I pull him off the love seat and guide him to my bedroom. I pull the bedspread off and throw it to the floor. I climb out of my clothes in record time. I pull some lube and poppers from my bedside table. Then climb on the bed, kneeling on the edge. While I'm poppering up, Aanuti spits on my ass and his cock a few times. He's not using the lube I had set by him. He puts his cockhead to my hole and slides inside me. His long and slender cock slides easily up in me. He wastes no time in beginning to fuck. His cock is just such a good size that it slides easily in and out of me. "I love your ass, Dave. Your ass feels so good", he says as he picks up speed with his thrusts. He leans forward and begins to pinch my nipples as he's fucking me. My nipples are hard wired. I'm getting incredibly turned on. I'm pressing back on him as he thrusts in me. Our bodies are slapping hard against each other. Now he's fucking me like a maniac! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! His cock keeps pounding in me hard and deep. "Get on your back", he demands. I turn over and he immediately slams back into me. Holding my legs up against his chest. Soon, he's pressed my legs up against my chest as he continues to ram into me. He places one of his long legs up on the bed and drills into me from that angle. Then he tells me to get back on my knees. I move back onto my knees and he again slams deep into me. He's grabbing me hard around my waist and pulling all the way out of me, before ramming back into me. About 3 more minutes in this position brings on his orgasm. He yells out something in his native language that I don't understand, except for the occasional word "Fuck!". He holds his throbbing cock in me as my ass tires to milk it. He then pulls out and drops onto the bed, next to me. He's panting heavily. I can see his cock is a bit dirty from my ass. So I hop off and get a wet washcloth and towel for him. As he lays there panting, trying to catch his breath, I use the washcloth and towel to clean off his cock. His cock is softening in my hands as I clean him. "Fuck! That was hot, dude! Thanks!", I say. "Yes. That was nice. I like your ass", he relies. "You said you live close?", I ask. "Yes. About a mile away", he says. "Can we fuck again?", I ask. The pauses. There's no reply. Then he says, "I'm married, Dave. I have 2 children. My wife is pregnant again. I don't do this much. I've fucked guys before. But, I don't do it often. Not sure when I can?", he says. "No problem, dude. I understand. You've got my phone number on your Uber App. Text me if you ever have time and want to fuck. My ass is yours". He dresses and I put on my robe. I walk him to the door. I put out my hand to shake his. "Thanks again", I say. He take my hand, shakes and leans down to softly kiss my lips. "Thank you, Dave. That was nice. I let you know if I can fuck you again. I hope so". He kisses me softly again and leaves. WOW! What the hell just happened? That was nice! I sure hope I'll hear from him again.