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------- Chapter 6.1 - The Trick ------- Ric had been back from his trip to finish the tattoo for a few weeks. Things had been busy with classes and an ever growing client list. He had spent the weekend at Joe and Kyle's apartment for a weekend of sex and food which had left him tired and sore, but he kept thinking he had been neglecting some of his fuckbuddies on the floor. There had been an emphasis on the buddy side since he came back from his trip. He told himself that he would limit his escorting gigs to only one or two a week and have more recreational sex. Alan, Gabe, Jack, Kevin, Mateo, Taylor and Will were all sorely missing from his sex life. Mateo he missed the most. They had been fucking like rabbits since Mateo got on PrEP shortly after they first met. He was one of the few where Ric's status never came up, even though they were very verbal when they fucked. It was unique, too, since they spoke in Spanish most of the time, with Mateo teaching him several new words and phrases as they drilled each other. It was just sex for the fun of it and a good friendship had developed. Mateo seemed a lot hornier after Christmas break and the pair started flip fucking at least twice a week. Right before the trip, they had fucked several days in a row, but since he got back there had been nothing. Monday morning he went in search of him, hoping to at least get breakfast and catch up. "He left early for campus. He's had a bad project that's taking up most of his time" Mateo's roommate said. The same happened on Tuesday and Wednesday. Ric was distracted during his client gig on Wednesday night, apologizing to the client and leaving the fee behind. Thursday he didn't even try looking for Mateo and was feeling down. That evening, while he was studying there was a knock on the closed door. "I heard you've been looking for me" Mateo said as soon as Ric opened the door. Ric reached out and pulled him into a hug. "Yeah, I have. Things got really busy but I've missed you" Ric whispered in his ear as they continued to hug. "Me or my dick?" Mateo said with a chuckle. "Ass" Ric replied, leaving it ambiguous. When Ric finally let go of Mateo, he dragged him into the room, closed the door and they sat down on the bed. "Your roommate said you had a bad project keeping you busy" Ric said. "Yeah, the project from hell. The team sucks, most are lazy and the bitch that wants to run everything can't make decisions. I'm doing most of the work myself just so I don't fail" Mateo said. "That sucks. I hope the prof knows you're doing everything so the others don't get credit for your work" Ric replied. "Oh he knows. He's been to a few team meetings and saw how bad it is" Mateo replied. Ric saw him staring at him and then lick his lips. "Damn, that new tattoo looks really cool now that it's done" Mateo said after a few seconds of silence. Ric pulled off his tank top, saying "Thanks! I got the other one touched up too." "Nice. You need to use some of that hair regrowth stuff on your chest so it's even, though" Mateo joked. "Oh... I got a tattoo too. Wanna see?" he added a second later. Ric could tell he was excited and his attitude was much better than when they were talking about school. "Of course! I didn't know you were thinking about getting one" Ric replied. Mateo pulled his tee shirt off and Ric didn't see anything other than his soft light brown skin and hard nipples. He climbed off the bed and then slowly turned until he was facing away from Ric. Ric gasped and his jaw dropped. A few seconds later he just said "Fuck." A few more seconds and Ric said "Uh... I thought you were an Aquarius" staring at the scorpion tattoo between Mateo's shoulder blades. The black tribal faded to red at the tip of the tail and pincers. At twelve inches long in the center of his back, few people would miss it, especially since it was the only ink on his body. Mateo chuckled. "It's not a zodiac thing, Ric" he said before he pushed his jeans off and sat back down on the bed, wearing only a red jockstrap. "What?" Ric replied, slightly panicked. "I stopped prep when we left for the holiday break. Nature did it's thing. I'm poz now" Mateo said, turning back to face Ric with a big smile on his face. "From me?" Ric asked. "Yep, you're the only one that's fucked me this year" Mateo answered. Ric's mind spun, trying to understand. He'd pushed Mateo to get on prep so they could fuck bare and he wouldn't infect him. But, Mateo had stopped on his own and made sure Ric's bug was the one he'd be marked with. Mateo could see the conflict in Ric's eyes and the silence was uncomfortable. "It was my choice. I wanted a part of you with me forever. I hope you're not mad" Mateo said. "Oh god no. I'm just surprised" Ric replied. "You weren't the only one. The doctor over at the clinic and that lab tech were too. I thought they'd be really pissed, but it was the opposite. They did want to know if I knew who I got it from, though" Mateo said. Ric smiled, knowing that Hector and the doctor would probably be ok with him charging up another one, but he preferred to keep who between him and his victims. "I just told them it was a friend. They wanted to know if my friend knew he was positive and I laughed so hard" Mateo said, grinning back at Ric. "It looks really cool. I like the red stinger. You can tell people its cuz you're a scorpio if you want or let them know that dick has some bite to it. I'm gonna love looking at it when we fuck" Ric replied. "Just like I love staring at your biohazard when I suck you" Mateo said. Less than a minute later, Ric pushed his shorts off and was between Mateo's legs with his hard cock pressing against the tight ring. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to get pozzed?" Ric asked, pushing his cock in harder. Mateo took a deep breath and relaxed, letting Ric slip inside him. "I needed time... the more we got to know each other, the more I wanted it. You tried to protect me, but that just made me want it more" Mateo said, staring at Ric while his legs wrapped around him. "And want you more, too" he added before Ric thrust his cock in, watching the smile on Mateo's face get bigger. Ric's grin got bigger too. Ric was turned on knowing that Mateo had his bug inside him willingly, just like he'd done with Joe. He needed that connection with the one that taught him so much and now Mateo wanted a permanent connection to him. The thrusts were long and slow, with Ric feeling the soft chute wrap around his cock and the ring massaging his cock. Ric leaned down and kissed Mateo while he kept plunging into his warm hole. When they broke their kiss, Ric started to thrust harder. Mateo began to rub over his chest, flicking his fingers over Ric's pierced nips. Ric slammed in and growled back at Mateo. He chuckled too before drilling faster. Mateo kept playing with his nips, getting Ric more excited each time. It wasn't much longer before his cock began to spew another load into Mateo's ass making both moan loudly. They laid there on the bed, recovering from another long fuck. Ric turned to Mateo and asked "Are you going on meds or staying toxic like me?" "What do you think?" Mateo asked. "I really don't know. You've surprised me so far, but I hope I'm not the only one to get your toxic seed" Ric said. "You won't be" Mateo said, before giving Ric another kiss.

So sorry for the delay fellas. I started to write this yesterday and had a couple reach out for a bi threesome. I couldn’t delay that opportunity. Friday night ended up having ten guys total. All but a few claimed to be vers. Well that didn’t end up being true. I was the focal point of 7 of the guys attention throughout the four hours we played. One of the surprise additions to the group was an extremely well hung black man with a nice thick cock. He didn’t come over to me right away. I was ass up with a guy under me 69ing as a another guy was pumping my hole. The black man walked in and our eyes met. I could see the hunger he had, but he didn’t come over. Instead he played with a few other guys for awhile. The whole time I kept having my hole loosened up and eventually bred by a few of the guys. But still the black gentleman stayed away, but he kept making eye contact with me. This whole time I was sniffing away at three different bottles of poppers that the host had set it n the bed for people to use. I was in heat from them and started throwing my ample round booty back on the various average to above average cocks that were fucking me. After what felt like a lifetime, and at least four loads in my ass later the black guy came over. He asked if my hole was sloppy yet, I told him to peck back there and let me know. He knelt behind me, spread my cheeks and began rimming my now slit like hole. He stood up, came around and kissed me unexpectedly in order to feed me the menagerie of loads from my ass. We tongued passionately while I reached out greedily to feel his cock. When my hand found it’s target my breath caught in my throat. He felt the reaction and asked if it was too big. I said no, just go gentle at first. Wrong thing to say. He punched my seeping brown eye with his engorged member in one quick thrust. It didn’t hurt but I felt full to the point that my eyes felt pressure behind them. For the next however many minutes I was his cum dump bitch and he let me know it. When he finally came and pulled out I felt cheated of his cock. I felt so empty back there. I quickly found out why. I was gaping in a spastic way. The other guys were in aww and commenting. No body bothered to take a picture to show me, but I quickly felt a hand start working my hole. Lube was pored all over my ass and for the next thirty minutes I was opened up until I took a small hand up my ass. When he closed his hand to make a fist I came so violently I thought I was having a seizure. My mind was blown, my load was blown, and my ass was wrecked. We are doing it all again next month!

9. When There Are No Silver Bullets Early Sunday morning—the day after Jaxton poisoned Eddie, and Tommy and Eros buried Father Lucius—Jaxton straight out lied when he said Jesse is asleep. Jesse is not asleep. He’s playing possum in Mac’s bed where he’s been accosted in a drug-induced state throughout the night—some things he remembers, some things it’s best he doesn’t. He squints open an eyeball. The two old monks sit naked by the large picture window facing the ocean. Through the window the sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon. The monks speak in hushed voices, lounging in the same bird-upholstered armchairs he once sat in with Mac. Geez, that seems a lifetime ago. The monks murmur to each other in Italian assuming, when Jesse awakens, he won’t know what they’re saying. Jesse most definitely knows what they’re saying. He’s been following their conversation for quite some time. The Italian his grandfather taught him when he was small allows him to follow almost word for word. And word for word, it’s scaring the holy fuck out of him! “L-Lucius, dice che puoi prenderlo … L-Lucius, he says you can take the b-boy’s body at any time,” Virgil stammers. “I prefer to wait until the drug has run its course. I don’t wish to awake in a body that is still hallucinating with methamphetamine.” “So I should go fi-first with the pool man? Lucius says he is using the paralyzing drug on the pool man and killing the ta-tattooed gardener with rat poison at breakfast. He will prepare their drugs with their breakfast.” “I think it better you go first. I have business to attend to regarding the ruby.” Santana studies his companion. “Virgil, are you not excited to be inside such a magnificent young man? His cazzo is as big as my arm!” “No, no. I am. I am. It is hard for me to believe once I see him that I will be in that stupendous body. But, no, I am very, very excited. But maybe I am a little intimidated too.” “Don’t be foolish.” Santana slides his armchair over to him. “Listen. Tonight, I want you fucking me like a filthy, dirty batana, okay? You cum up my ass so hard I weep tears of sperm!” Virgil snickers as he looks the Abbot in the eye. “The pleasure will be mine.” “Listen, before I take the boy, I wish to confirm the meeting with the buyer of the ruby—not absolutely necessary but prudent, I think. Some place public, I have told him. This evening, at the stroke of six, he is to meet me in the middle of Grand Central Station.” Virgil nods excitedly, rubbing his palms together in agreement. “So it is the mercenary, that exquisite soldier of fortune, who is the buyer?” Santana affirms this. “You get all the money at once, in U.S. dollars, I suppose?” “Five million fits easily in a suitcase. A large suitcase in Grand Central Station will not bring attention. Once I see the money I give him the star ruby.” “It’s good thinking,” Virgil says admiringly. “Ah, my dear. First thing we’ll do is take a trip. Where should we go with these attractive father and son bodies?” Virgil gazes out the window. “You think we might visit Roma?” “Ah, Roma. Wonderful! It has been so long, has it not? We have not been since … when? Early fifteen hundreds, I think. You remember Dante introducing us to the young Michelangelo?” asks the Abbot squeezing Virgil’s hand. “Yes, yes. And his b-beautiful boyfriend, David,” sighs Virgil. “No bigger hands have ever been up my culo.” “And the smallest piccolo I have ever seen.” They snicker together like snakes, then grow quiet gazing out at the sunrise. Their prolonged silence causes Jesse to squint open an eye again to see if they’re still in the room. They are. The Abbot’s black curly head leans against Virgil’s bald scalp. “This body,” Virgil suddenly asks, pointing to himself, “it will enter the entrance to hell under the lighthouse?” Jesse has trouble understanding what Virgil means. He questions his translating abilities—entrance to hell under the lighthouse. The words themselves unnerve him but might explain the moaning he’d heard the day before. It’s absurd—he must have misinterpreted. He lays his head into the pillow and closes his eyes to listen more intensely. The Abbot admonishes the bald monk, “Virgil, you know it will! Like all hell’s entrances scattered across the world, yes, the sinner in your discarded body enters at the closest hell mouth. From there it wanders half-dead beginning its journey, wandering down into hell as deep as your cast-off sins demand. You are cleansed of sin in your new body, he is not.” Jesse cocks an eye observing the Abbot scolding Virgil with his finger. “Its burden—and after this you must nevermore speak of it—is to carry your lifetime of sins deep into the fiery pit. Mine, with the boy inside, will do the same. Years and years will they relive the evils that these present bodies of ours have inflicted on the world—the children we have corrupted, the money we have stolen from the pool, the food we have taken out of the mouths of the hungry. We need not remember these sins, but they surely will as their flesh burns in punishment. Lucius, I tell you true, he was a fool letting his boy off so easy by a mere hanging. He rashly allowed death without suffering. Our discarded body’s suffering is our tribute to the Master below for the gift He gives us above. I deeply fear for Lucius, what his impetuosity might cost him.” There’s a noise from pool deck: the familiar creaking of the side gate and the metal clang when it shuts. Eros and Tommy voices greet the tall young man that looks like Jaxton, but Jesse knows is the cretin Lucius. Possum time is over—it’s now or never. “Hey!! Guys!!!” Jesse’s blaring shout startles the two monks. He’s wiggling his flaccid penis, propped up on an elbow. Did you guys wake up just as horny as me? What you guys did to me last night was sick! Those metal rods you dick-fucked me with—you still got them? I’m up for that kind of heavy metal, if you are.” Virgil, his eyes wide and pleading, looks to Santana, who smiles his permission. “Ma, no,” Virgil corrects him, very amused. Using his arms he pushes himself out of his chair. “It is not metal. Is expensive medical instruments, made with the purest silver.” He helps Santana up and they amble toward the bed. On his way he stoops to picks up his case of sounds from his satchel. He rolls the set out next to Jesse. “Abbot,” says Jesse, acting all coy, patting the bed next to him. “Maybe both of you can play with my little cazzo. I think, last night, you stretched out my hole enough to fit in two silver rods. Can both of you play with my wiener?” “Such a vulgar child,” says the gleeful Abbot. With great effort, he climbs over Jesse so he can sit by his side. In passing, Jesse pinches a few of Santana’s plump teets, which causes the Abbot to chortles with pleasure. He begins stroking the boy’s cock with his furry fingers. Virgil parks his butt on Jesse’s other side. Both the Abbot and Virgil’s wrinkled cocks grow steadily. A sneer raises the right side of Abbot Santana’s lip. His canine tooth elongates along with his erection. The razor-sharp tooth glints blood red off the morning sun. * The Sunrise Motor Lodge has a gazebo that Tommy’s waiting in. He’s supposed to meet some guy named Frank. He guesses Frank’s not his real name. Whatever. The skateboard he rode on from his house lies on the gazebo’s wooden flooring. His worn out sneaker toes it forward and back. He’s bored and anxious at the same time. He just wants to get on with it. A big, nervous-looking man in a Scout Master uniform comes out of the unit next to the soda machine. He looks around. It’s got to be Frank. Tommy questions if he’s really going to do this, steels himself, then signals to the man. The guy shades his eyes, then makes small motions for Tommy to come over. Tommy grabs his board and passes the humming soda machine and follows him into his room. “So. You must be Oscar.” Tommy says mm-hmm. Frank’s the shape of a large egg, and seems ashamed to be taking up so much of the small room. “Mind putting this on?” Frank asks, holding out a brown grocery bag. Tommy takes the bag and looks inside. “A Boy Scout uniform?” “Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” Tommy scowls, then drops his cutoffs on the floor, slips off his Motörhead tee-shirt and puts on green shorts, buttons the tan shirt laden with Boy Scout patches, and knots a yellow and red scarf around his neck. The guy fusses with the scarf for a long time. Tommy stares at his jowly, stubbly cheeks, smells the odor of cheap aftershave. To his disgust it’s the same one Conrad, his mom’s boyfriend, wears. Finally, Frank places a scouting cap on his head. “Oh, wait,” Frank says in alarm. Manically he searches his gym bag finding a merit badge sash and hands it over to Tommy. Tommy examines it and drapes it over his shoulder. Satisfied, the Scout Master gets on the bed and unzips his pants, pulls them along with his yellow-stained underwear down to his ankles. “Okay, Oscar. Scout Master’s ready.” Tommy goes and sits on the side of the bed and starts stroking him. Frank remains soft. It could take all afternoon, so Tommy leans over and combines sucking and stroking him with a slippery hand. This seems to do the trick. Most of the time the guy stares at the ceiling, but occasional glances over at Tommy. Frank asks, “Could you not using your hand, just suck?” Tommy wipes his palm on the bedspread and picks up the pace, bobbing up and down on the penis. Perry taught him to slobber plenty so the cock will go down his throat. Frank’s not large but big enough that he has to suppress his gag reflex when his nose gets buried in the man’s pale pubes. Scout Master Frank groans and starts rocking his pelvis in time with Tommy’s bouncing head. He rests a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, then runs his hand down the sash, and promptly cums in a series of quick, short bursts. Tommy swallows the discharge and perches back up on the side of the bed. Frank tells him how nice that was, then shifts his large body back up to sitting, and slides up his underwear and pants. As he’s leafing through his wallet he asks for the uniform back. Tommy changes, hands him back the grocery bag. In the bathroom Tommy washes his hands and rinses his mouth, spits. When he reemerges, Frank’s gone, but there’s two crisp twenties sitting on the dresser. Closing the motel door behind him, Tommy searches his pockets for change. He inserts quarters in the vending machine and pulls out a Mountain Dew, then glides serenely through the tree-lined streets of suburban Massapequa. * Thanks to Oscar’s initial outings, the next time Tommy shows up at the park to meet his crew, he’s sporting an expensive pair of Nikes. Nice kicks, one of his friends tell him. Where’d he score the money, asks another. He says his mom, and no one presses him, but no one believe him either. She’d never shell out the bucks for the high-end sneakers Tommy’s wearing—not on a receptionist’s salary. It isn’t even that hard, these early tricks. Perry arranges all the meetings: twenty for hand jobs (2), and forty for blow jobs (3). The cash is Perry department, but he gives Tommy whatever he wants. Sneakers out of the trunk of a guy he knows, say, or a bag of excellent weed to share with his crew. If nothing else, Perry has a surprisingly number of shady connections. After the next dozen tricks, the team of Perry and Oscar get new flip phones. Tommy exchanges numbers with a few of the guys in the park and gets texts during the week from a couple of them. Mostly, though, the messages come from Perry giving him various logistical instructions. Room numbers, times to show up, e.g. It’s also a way for Perry to keep an increasingly tighter leash on Tommy without him knowing it. what r u doing? who u with? that loser! ditch him! want 2 cum over - hehe? His solo hookups with Perry definitely pick up after the flip phones. Also it begins Perry weening Tommy off his skater friends. It’s not just for sex that Perry gets Tommy to come over. It’s also Tommy’s becoming his go-to party bud. Tommy thinks Perry’s a fun guy to be around, especially when they’re high—and they’re almost always high. Perry’s the worldliest guy Tommy knows. He’s been to places all over, like Europe and Asia, Hawaii, Brazil—he’s even been on an Africa safari. Perry promises to take him to these places someday. Tommy can even choose the country. Tommy even likes Perry controlling him in a weird kind of way. It’s sort of cool, he thinks, to have someone tell him he should have another beer right before he’s finish his first one. Or, like they should smoke another joint even though they’re already wasted. Perry in charge of what movie they watch, and the movies, man! It’s fucking amazing and sometimes revolting how sick men can be with one another. Tommy starts to notice when something really nasty is about to be on the screen, Perry starts sucking him off. Inevitably he’ll nut at the most disgusting parts in a movie—an amputee fisting a guy’s hole with his stub, or, not just fisting, but a guy pulling out another guy’s rectum. It’s completely sick! Contrasted with the good times at Perry’s with the fights escalating at home with his mom and Conrad. They get more frequent and increasing more nasty. Since Conrad struck him at Thanksgiving, Tommy despises him. Since the incident erupted from him being snotty to his mom, his relationship with her is for shit. Over the last few months he’s ceased to care about her. Perry reinforces this alienation. He always is on Tommy’s side—what a cunt she is to him, what a leech that fucker is. This, in turn, justifies Tommy spending more time at Perry’s, usually trashed, sometimes crashing on his couch, or increasingly waking up in Perry’s bed. Two month after they first met at Jones Beach, Tommy’s hanging out in the parking lot waiting for Perry to pick him up. He’s late as usual. Tommy, in ripped jeans, sleeveless Metallica tee-shirt, with his now broken in Nikes, practices a kickflip. He executes a couple of three-sixty back shuvs on his board as Perry coasts the Triumph into the lot. Perry revs the motorcycle as a kind of hello, but Tommy ignores him. Perry balances the Triumph between his legs and pushes up his face shield. He takes the camera hanging around his neck and clicks a few photos of Tommy in the air jumping off the curb. Perry shuts off the motor and saunters over. His white tee-shirt’s ridden up his chest on the way over. He pulls it down beneath his new leather jacket. Tommy slyly glances around to make sure no one he knows is around before acknowledging him. “S’up,” he says when Perry’s in range. “What’s up with you? Your trick thingy looked awesome.” He scowls at Perry. “I suck.” “Yeah, but you suck so much better now,” Perry tells him, pulling off his helmet. “Shut up.” “No, really. The skating, you’re like, what do you call it—like, some sort of skating Zen master. I never realized that.” “Nah.” Tommy feels his face flushing. “I’m average. Not even.” “Accept a compliment graciously, dip shit.” Tommy smirks, kicks his board up into his arms and pushes a knot of hair behind his ear. “Speaking of how hot you are … the last shoot.” Perry whistles. “The pictures, they’re awesome, especially a couple of you in that harness. You are one sexy fuck. And I bet these—,” he pats his camera, “—these are going to be doubly awesome. Every daddy on Long Island will want to suck my skater boy’s cock.” Perry shades the camera so Tommy can see the LCD display on the back. “Hard to see in the sun, I know. But look at these.” Perry flicks photos across the screen: Tommy lying back on the couch gripping his cock; another on his stomach showing his white bubble butt; a few portrait shots in a leather harness and a dog collar. “I got a big nose,” Tommy comments after the last close-ups. “Yeah, right. You’re talking to the king of schnozzes.” Perry holds his head in profile, which amuses Tommy who tries to hide it. “I bought a GoPro so we should do some point-of-view videos. That’d be hot on your profile. What’d’ya say, pupster? Hot skater boy fucking his sling daddy? Oh, and I have a little surprise a friend left behind.” Tommy shrugs, whatever. Perry puts his helmet back on and Tommy rides his board to the motorcycle. He pops a little Ollie in the air to show off. “Aw-rooo!” howls Perry behind him. Tommy bursts into a big smile that he knows Perry won’t see. Strapped to the back of the bike hangs the helmet Perry bought him. Perry revs up the bike, while Tommy stows his board in a side case and adjusts his helmet. He climbs on wrapping his arms around Perry as they roar out of the lot. Tommy holds on tight. His fingers travel inside the open jacket feeling the soft white tee-shirt and Perry’s prominent ribs beneath. He feels secure hanging onto him with such ferocity. The faster Perry races down the road, the stronger he clutches him. When Perry gets on the Southern State Parkway, he weaves the bike recklessly between passing cars. It feels like they’re practically at forty-five degrees to the asphalt, leaning one way then the other. Tommy coils his arms around Perry’s abs and chest, inclining his helmet against Perry’s shoulder, letting the world cruise by feeling it’s only him and Perry in it. He’s never allowed himself to trust someone as much as he trusts this man. No one’s ever made him feel special like this. There’s a mad symbiosis at play: the faster Perry speeds dangerously ahead, the harder Tommy holds him; the harder Tommy holds him, the more chances Perry takes regardless of risk to them both. After the parkway, Perry take a side street and they coast into a KFC drive-through. Perry decides what they’ll have, pays, and Tommy holds the plastic bag as they tear down the street. Inside the apartment, Perry takes the food to the kitchen, throws keys, smokes and wallet on the kitchen pass-through. The computer monitor’s on with Tommy’s face on the screen. He hasn’t seen this before so of course he’s drawn over. “Oscar,” Tommy reads,” PNP-yes. Unsafe sex-only. Poz, not on meds.” There’s other stuff he’s never heard of, and other stuff he’d never go near in a million years. “PNP is partying, like coke and meth?” Tommy asks Perry. Perry pops his head through the kitchen pass-through. “I put the chicken and mash potatoes in the fridge for later. Unless you want it now?” “Watersports. That’s playing in piss, right?” Tommy scrolls down his page reading about someone he doesn’t recognize. “Did you see what my friend left on the coffee table?” “Hey, why is there a picture of an asshole? That’s not even me. Look. Dark hair.” Perry dances into the room and plucks a small bag of white powder off the coffee table. He waltzes to the computer and plops down. “It’s all part of upping your game, pup. Guys like to see assholes. I didn’t have one of yours, so I plucked one from someone else. If you don’t like it I’ll take it down.” Perry opens the baggie and dips in a finger and rubs it on his gums. “This is just an update I’m working on. So chill. None of it’s posted.” “What’s that?” Tommy points at the baggie. “Something I got from Jerome, one of my top. It’s for us.” Perry scoots over on the desk blocking Tommy from seeing any more of his profile. He swings the white powder in from of him like a pendulum. “What do you mean, one of your tops?” “Just that. One of my tops. What?” He hadn’t meant it to sound so caviler but he sees his mistake immediately on Tommy’s face. It crumbles as Perry’s words land harder than Conrad’s Thanksgiving smack ever did. “Oh, baby,” he says, putting both hands on Tommy’s heated cheeks. Perry’s instinct is to feigns disbelief in his defense. “You didn’t think we were exclusively—” Tommy whips his face out of Perry’s hands, cringing at what he knows should have been obvious. “But I thought …” He can’t even finish. “Fuck this.” Tommy clamps down his face. Expressionless, he pushes away from the desk and storms to the door. Perry’s urgency gets him to the door first. He block it so Tommy can’t leave. “Knock it off. Don’t be like that!” he reprimands him. Then adds, more gently, “You know I see guys. I never made that a secret. Hell, you see guys now, too. I know, I book them. And, for god sakes, you get paid for it. You should be grateful. I wished I knew half of what you know at your age.” He puts his hands on Tommy’s shoulders. “It took me another ten years to have the balls enough to suck a dick.” “Let me go.” Tommy shrugs him off and makes for the door handle. “Then go. You’re being a child. I thought I was dealing with an adult, but you’re acting like an immature girl.” With his hand is on the doorknob, Tommy asks, “This Jerome guy, he’s like a … your—?” Tommy’s desperate not to put a name to what his mind’s racing toward. “What? Boyfriend? Lover? No. As much as Scout Master Frank is one of yours.” Tommy stares at the door. “This guy is just a guy. Personally, I don’t even like him—he’s dumb as that doorknob—but he’s got a great cock and knows how to use it.” Perry tries to get Tommy to turn around and look at him. “There’s lots of guys I play with, but you’re the only pupster in my life. The one who has my heart. What? You don’t know that?” He pulls Tommy’s chin around so he’s looking directly into his eyes. He sees Tommy’s eyes are misty and that makes him want to kiss him, but Tommy defiantly turns his head. Perry doesn’t relent, just wraps his arms around the boy and rocks him. Once his hand falls off the door handle and turns around, Perry toys with him, grinds his crotch into Tommy crotch so he knows he feels his bulge. A minute goes by till he feels the boy fully give in. He whispers in his ear, “I’m sorry it’s a guy like me that loves a guy like you. Tommy from Massapequa.” Tommy can’t hold back his fear, his insecurity, his youth, and lets tears silently stain the white tee-shirt. His fingers dig into the Perry’s jacket. “You are the center of my world.” Perry clutches him tight. “You’ll always be the center of my world, no matter how many men you’re with or I’m with. It’s just the two of us, understand?” The more Perry talks the more tears flow. Tommy pushes back and give him a hard punch on the pec. Perry grabs his fist and kisses it. “What about those things on my profile. They’re not true. I’ve never take it up the butt. And you wrote I’m poz. You fucking made all these things up. Guys are gonna expect things.” Perry leads him to the couch. On the way he pulls off his jacket and drapes it on the desk chair. He collapses back, pulling Tommy so he flops with his back on Perry’s chest. Blond hair spreads out on his tee-shirt. He rubs Tommy’s chest. “I put them there so they’ll get you more money.” Perry kisses the back of Tommy’s head. He brushes his hair behind an ear and speaks softly. “I didn’t know when I would tell you this, but I’m thinking of changing our game plan.” Tommy twists he head to look at Perry. “What if … you and I … left Long Island … and move to New York?” Tommy abruptly pushes off him and ends up at the kitchen pass-through. “You want me to live with you.” It’s not a question, but he's trying to take in all Perry is proposing. Tommy feels his heart racing, the drum in his ears of both fear and excitement. “Okay, listen. Hear me out.” He looks at the Perry sternly from across the room. “You’re fuckin’ with me.” Perry motions that he wants Tommy to come back to the couch, but Tommy hovers stubbornly out of reach. Perry’s head flops forward looking down at the coffee table. He begins, “Okay. I’ve been thinking about this a lot. I’m thinking we should get into a bigger market. One where you could make a lot more money. The only place like that is the city.” He looks up and sees Tommy’s turned away. “But to do that—look at me.” Tommy lights a cigarette, listening, but won’t look at him. He leans against the pass-through, exhaling smoke through his nose. “First of all, most men who respond on the site you’re looking at, especially men that’ll spend for sketchy sex, they like danger but not risk. They’ll settle for a blow job from a poz boy—makes them think they’re playing with a young rattlesnake. But—would you fucking look at me?” Tommy paces over to the desk and perches on the back of the chair, smoking, arms crossed. He meets Perry’s eyes defiantly. “But in the this city, you’re going to run across some men that are just fine going all the way—could be poz, could not be, might not even know one way or the other. Fact is, they just want to fuck or be fucked. And, to play in this sandbox, if we take this leap together, move in together I mean, I want you to be prepared for that.” “What’d’ya mean prepared?” Perry laughs a little, reaches over the coffee table and grabs him with both hands. He drags him reluctantly back to the couch. Twisting him around so his back is once again on his chest, he takes the cigarette, inhales off it, the leans over and snuffs it out in the ashtray. He takes his palm, slips it under Tommy’s shirt and grazes his smooth belly. Slowly his hand makes its his way down his pants. “I mean, when we get an apartment together—and I’m not saying we’ll getting a palace on Fifth Avenue. More like a place in the Spanish Harlem or maybe, like, the Bronx—” Tommy traces his hand down Perry’s wrist into his pants. He laces his fingers across Perry’s fingers. Perry squeezes Tommy’s swelling cock. “By upping our game, I think you need to be willing to put out, to flip when it’s called for.” Perry traces his fingers under Tommy’s balls and lightly grazes his hole. “That means … sometimes … taking it up the butt.” Tommy’s quiet with Perry’s hand leaving his hole and finding its way up to his chest. His hearts still racing. He knows Perry can feel it pounding: how scared he is by the proposition, and the temptation. It’s not like he’s never thought about it. Perry brushes away his hair and kisses his neck, his ear. “But I’m like a virgin, like, that way.” “Yeah, you and Miss Madonna.” “It’s not funny.” “I know. I know that. And this,” Perry says, pointing to the bag of white powder, “is the way we remedy that.” Tommy wiggles to get up but Perry holds him so he stays put, planting another kiss on his neck. “Listen, I never want you to do anything you don’t want to do. But if you want us to move in together, I have to know we’ll have the means to afford it. It’s expensive, anywhere in the city. My disability checks and your twenty dollar hand jobs won’t cut it. We’re not playing in the minors, and that calls for hundred dollar fucks. So. What do you think? It’s completely up to you.” “Taking a cock. In my ass.” Again, not a question. Tommy ponders the idea, staring at the smoke cinder Perry failed to fully put out in the ashtray. “You’re poz, aren’t you?” Perry nods once, his chin poking Tommy’s shoulder. “On meds?” Tommy twists around to look at him. “No, I am not. Don’t believe in it. Never will. Listen. We can put in your profile you only play safe. That will always be your decision.” Tommy takes a long moment looking in Perry’s eyes. “Okay. Only safe.” “And that’s what we’ll put.” Perry clutches the baggie. “Now this, I’m telling you right now pupster, will put our past parties to shame. Guar-an-teed.” Perry kisses his forehead and runs a hand through his hair. He moves into the kitchen and for several minutes goes through drawers, turns on the tap, goes through other drawers, reemerges, an excited smile on his face, holding two syringes. Tommy shoots upright. “Uh-huh. You didn’t say that.” “Just to get you over the speed bump. I promise, it’ll open horizons you won’t believe. Faster than ten years of tepid little steps that I took.” Tommy backs up to the end of the couch away from Perry. He clutches a leopard print pillow to his chest. “Baby, I would ever let anything hurt you. You know that. This, I promise, is the opposite of that.” Tommy pulls his legs up on the couch sitting in a fetal position, knees pushing into the pillow. “Now just stop it! Your being a pussy.” He lets up a bit, seeing Tommy’s scared, exactly what he doesn’t want him to be. Tacks a complete one-eighty, asks playfully, “Where’s that daredevil that flies skateboards straight into the air? Who risks going into strange men’s motel rooms and does god-knows-what in a scout uniform?” Perry smirks, seeing this type of persuasion is more effective. “I swear, Tommy from Massapequa, you’ll thank me for this. I know you will. I bet you’ll do more than thank me once you get flying.” As Tommy takes the first few tentative steps to uncurl on the couch, Perry praises him. “Good boy.” Perry waits. Tommy looks nervously at him. Gently, Perry sidles up next to him. Perry sets the two needles on the coffee table. He lures him seductively. “You’re such a good boy.” Perry brushes back the hair hanging down in Tommy’s face. “I promise I’ll with you every step of the way. We’ll start looking for apartments this weekend. How’s that?” Tommy sets the pillow on his knees. “What do I do?” “Nothing. Put your arm on the pillow.” Tommy does, while Perry glides his fingers over Tommy’s forearm. He twists the arm over and back, finds a ridge and pushes the tip of the syringe into his vein. Pulls it back. The vial flashes dark red, and Perry give Tommy his first slam, the first among the incalculable number of slams he’ll keep administering over the next six years. * Perry’s GoPro video focuses first at his own cock. The cock’s hard and making its way between Tommy’s white cheeks. On the leopard print bed, Tommy’s holds open his legs. His balls and his dick are shriveled. He’s rushing hard, caught up in how sexually alive he feels. His rapid breathing causes his chest to rise and fall. Perry’s purple head leaks a drip of precum. It glistens out of his erection, teasing against Tommy’s virginal barrier. Background audio picks up Tommy’s wordless mutterings, cries that vacillate between frenzy and splendor. You don’t see Perry but you hear him. “What do you want?” He’s plucking Tommy’s small nipples. The GoPro tilts up to Tommy’s face. A blindfold is perched across his forehead. He wears a thick dog collar. His eyes are wild. He answers Perry not a robotically, but full of intense, desperate desire. “I want your raw cock inside me.” Perry’s tells him what he can’t see, won’t hurt him, as he pulls the blindfold over his eyes. Tilting down, you see Perry again toying the tip of his large head against the boy’s puckered hole. “What do you want from my cock?” Gently he rubs the head slightly in and out, tempting Tommy with more to come. “I want your cum.” Perry get off the bed and applies more lotion on Tommy’s hole. There’s a dark stain on the bedsheets where lotion is already oozing out, but this is Tommy’s first cock and he knows it’s already going to hurt. He squats down so the pink clenched sphincter winks at the camera. A single finger goes in and comes out. Goes in, comes out. That alone brings moans of desire off camera. We’re back to a bird’s eye view of a hard cock and a black triangle of pubes pushing into a virgin. There’s a gasp and you see Tommy’s mouth open in surprise. His head turns on the pillow, turns back with grimacing satisfaction. “What kind of cum is it?” Perry distracts him, seeing he’s in pain. He’s taken his first inch of cock. “Toxic. Cum.” Each word reflects the pain he feels. Looking down at Tommy’s shriveled cock and balls, legs spread, you see him pulling his cheeks apart desperately bucking his pelvis upward. His flaccid cock points up like a stubby pen, balls almost nonexistent. He continues pulling his cheeks apart, pushing his hips up to his unseen violator. “You want me to knock you up with my charged load?” Perry’s half way in, making his way quicker than he thought. Tommy’s hole is exceedingly wet and receptive. “Please. Yes. Knock me up.” There’s a subtext of doubt in what he’s saying. Then his mouth tightens. Perry pulls out slightly. Tommy’s next words contradict the tentativeness of his previous. With assurance, he says, “Yes, fuckin’ charge me.” He thrusts up his hips wanting back the inch Perry withdrew, and now wants more. The GoPro buffets wilding around the room as Perry flips Tommy on his side. The red chili lights dangle over the sling next to the bed. Above the headboard there’s a passing view of a large tapestry of a lion. Swinging back down, Perry pulls one of Tommy’s legs in the air. We track back focusing on Perry’s long cock going back inside the white butt cheeks. Perry leers over Tommy’s shoulder seeing him pulling on his soft cock. “Take it. Take what you want.” Tommy hips thrust back and you hear the cameraman’s moan as his cock is milked. Closer, he’s inching in so his entire cock’s inside Tommy. He fucking is increasingly more violently against Tommy ass. “You want me to knock you up, don’t you?” he says in his ear. Tommy’s stopped listening, submitting completely to the intense feeling he’s never felt before deep in his body. He has no reference for this. It’s not like he’s shitting with the turd fighting to get back inside. No, it’s Perry’s cock buried deeply in him. A man is fucking him, saying in his ear: “No turning back. My DNA is going to be your DNA.” Rather than verbally responding, Tommy pushes his hips repeatedly into Perry’s crotch. “You’re going to be New York’s finest cum-dump whore and put your ass out for every fucker in the city. I know you want that. Show me how bad you want it.” Tommy bucks wildly against Perry, and squirts white cream across the leopard sheets even with his flaccid prick. He keeps breathing rapidly in the same rhythm that Perry’s fucking him even after he’s nutted. It’s a sensation he loves as much as he loves Perry. His big cock pummeling inside him. How it makes his insides satisfied in a way he never could have imagine. He begs Perry to fuck him harder, for him to cum inside him, both hands gripping the side of the bed and frantically pushing into Perry. “I’m close,” Perry groans. Tommy’s grunting in Perry’s rhythm. “I’m not pulling out.” In post-production, Perry slows this final section. You see Tommy gnaw at his bottom lip so hard it starts to bleed. One of his hand launches slowly into the air, blindly searching for the fucker inside him. The camera tilts and the hand finds Perry’s hip—a wasted, wiry leg fucks hard into his ass. Tommy’s hand grabs Perry’s stringy ass not allowing him to pull far away. Perry’s climaxing, while Tommy begs to be pozzed, wants Perry to breed him. He begs Perry to shoot his poisonous cum up his hole so far it’ll never find its way out. Tommy’s voice slows mechanically, unnaturally deep, the audio slowing even as his rant picks up with unintelligible insistence. A series of measured, hard, violent fucks confirms Perry has unloaded in him. Perry grips Tommy’s hips, straining against his no-longer virgin hole, his emaciated hipbones locked into Tommy’s bubble butt. Off camera, ropes of sperm entangle in the boy’s entrails, absorb into his body, enough to alter his negative status. On camera, you see the aftermath: long stringy hair plastered onto Tommy’s face. One frame at a time, his heaving breath puffs a blond lock forward, back, forward, back, forward. And right there, with a strand of hair suspended, the last frame freezes—under the straw-colored hair, contours of a contented smile. Six years after that moment, Perry will be out of the picture—breaking his promise of being there forever—by way of a malignant brain tumor on the temporal lobe. Difficulty speaking; forgetting words; short-term memory loss; not knowing Tommy: it’s textbook stuff. Unmanaged and destitute, Tommy will be evicted from their Bronx apartment, living—if you can call it that—in an alley where there’s a mattress to crash. Strung out, high when he panhandles enough, until one night when he feels warm, salty piss hit his face, and his life, yet again, is transformed. * Jesse bites down so hard on his lip that it starts to bleed. Two small medical sounds are down his urethra and Brother Virgil has the bright idea, since it seems Jesse can tolerate two sounds, a third, even larger, is in order. Abbot Santana poppers the boy while Virgil slowly lowers a third sound between the other two. The dreadful sensation of his dick being ripped open from the inside is mitigated by the poppers, which finds pleasure amidst the pain. Stronger even than the popper’s odor is the unmistakable aroma of seared flesh. Grilled steaks Jesse hopes is what he’s smelling, but in this house you never know. Still the smell makes his mouth water as the wild sensation of having his prostate poked from inside sends mixed signals to his body. From the open sliding door poolside, sounds of dishes and silverware clatter. Jesse hears Eros and Tommy complimenting Jaxton for their breakfast. He can't wait any longer. Jesse takes a deep breath, then grabs Virgil and Santana’s hands and yanks the sounds out swiftly and painfully. This violent action confounds the monks. Jesse picks up the sounds, one in each fist, and jams them up into Virgil’s eyes. All the old man’s breath shrieks out of his lungs. Blindly he flies forward off the bed, stumbling, tripping over used dildos, plops sideways through the sliding door’s screen. He hit the balcony railing, fumbles, twists round, hands clawing at his face. He leans too far back, flips over going headfirst, straight down until his bald head cracks open on the concreate. Abbot Santana, momentarily stunned, his sexuality at its bestial peak, is transformed completely into a lupine form. Furious and yet cock stiffly engorged, it bares its fierce teeth, eyes bloodshot in lust and anger, its cock drips as it turns to rip Jesse to shreds. They roll together off the bed. On the floor, arms flailing in fury, Jesse kicks the feral thing in its soft underbelly right between its teets. It falls back under the sling while Jesse backs up to the upholstered chairs at the ocean window. The thing’s snout arches to the ceiling. It produces a wounded, ferocious bay that is at once heartbreaking as it is enraged. Its red eyes glare at Jesse with the hatred fitting a creature of hell. In one bound, it leaps across the room pinning Jesse down. It snarls and snaps at his throat. Several times the razor-sharp teeth snap a hair’s-breath from his neck. His youth, combined with pumping adrenaline and resuscitated by his own anger, he dodges the creature’s lurches, and rolls to the far side of the bedroom. He looks around frantically, but there’s no weapon he can see to protect himself. The beast growls low, paces in a semi-circle so there’s no escape. It manages to speak with an inhuman voice, barely discernable, and yet it makes Jesse tremble: “You are not long for this world, pitiful child. So young, your fate as one of the hollow discards will last for eons and be full of agony. I will personally see to it. Your eyes myself will take from you as you have taken from my beloved.” Enraged by its own speech, it shakes its head, then vaults across the floor, trapping Jesse against the sling. The beast arches its back to deliver a decisive blow to Jesse’s tender neck. Jesse reaches above to the sling and finds a horse dildo and shoves it as hard as he can into the creature mouth. The rubber dong stuns the beast, but only for a second. Jesse crab-walks back but is stopped against the bed. There’s nowhere now to escape. The creature flings away the rubber toy, and stalks slowly toward his prey, its eyes red and radiant, the fur on its back standing up. Under the bed Jesse’s palm feels something cold and hard. Watching the creature crawl up his naked legs, its front arms push his torso back against the bed. The unearthly fiend’s jaw opens poised at Jesse’s protruding veins. Its lips bare back, saliva dripping from its knife-edged teeth. Jesse grips the cold silver rod and drives the third large sound with both hands directly into the beast’s heart. It howls in torment. Blood gushes down Jesse’s arms. The beast roars at the effrontery of what a mere boy has done. Jesse pulls with all his might down the creature's body ripping open its chest, spilling the contents out in a heap over his bare torso. Its eyes momentarily meet his. It looks down at the carnage. In one instant, the millennia it has evaded the grave sweep over its body. Red eyes turn to white, dark fur and pale flesh crumble, then become ash. Dust combines with the gore coating Jesse. His mouth hangs open agape. He spits out the ashy residue, but the Abbot’s bitter rancidness lingers on his tongue. Not wasting a second, he sprints to the balcony to warn Tommy and Eros, but at the railing he’s struck by a new horror: Virgil lies dead by poolside, but it’s Tommy clutching his stomach, seizing next to him that pierces his heart. Eros looks on from the breakfast table, eyes fixed, body and face paralyzed, tears trail across his stubble as he watches helplessly Tommy convulses in death throes. White foam froths from his mouth, draining poison from his lips, spilling into the water. Lucius, in his stolen youthful form, oversees his work, flips Tommy onto his back. The tattooed gardener, Tommy, T, rented out as Oscar, worshipped by Eric, the love of Eros’ life, seizes less and less. The demon below looks up at Jesse above, and offends all decency with a glint of devilish pride.

I jumped in the car and immediately noticed a wall with a door behind the front seats covering up the back, “where you headed to faggot?” What did he just call me? Wasn’t he calling me cute earlier? “Umm. Just a few blocks up is my house” I replied He started driving and after a couple minutes he asked if I could hand him a water bottle from the back of the van through the door behind the seats “Just go to the back of the van and get me a water bitch it’s the least you could do for me driving you home” My head responded with “Yes sir” before I could even process a different response, I opened the door and stepped through the back half of the van, it was almost pitch black because it had no windows, upon walking through I felt something come up behind me and grab me by my neck, but the van kept going, I tried to see what was choking me and pinning me down and i saw another man around the same age as sam except much bigger in both height and weight, im 5’4 and this second man was around a whole foot taller than me so me fighting back probably wasn’t the best idea but I still did it. SMACK “dumb little bitch really think you can get me off you?” he was on top of me at this point strangling me and slapping me. I was on the edge of tears, “Sam pull the van over so we can use this whore” “yeah yeah yeah I’m pulling into the alley now” As soon as the van stopped the man in the back grabbed me by my hair and shoved his cock down my throat, I have a really bad gag reflex and this sudden violence in my throat made me vomit on my abusers cock “What a fucking bitch, you’re dressed like that and can’t even throat a cock?” SMACK My eyes were full of tears, my throat was being raped, there was vomit on my cute shirt, and now Sam came into the back. They ordered me on all fours and Sam got behind me, the man who’s name I didn’t know but was abusing my throat went on for another 5 minutes while Sam was touching, slapping, and licking my ass, finally my rapist took his cock out of his mouth and lifted up his shirt to show me a tattoo on his chest “Do you know what this tattoo is bitch?” I responded “a scorpion? Um.. It’s your favorite animal?” He laughed at me when I said this SMACK ”do you really not know you stupid slut? it means I’m POZ, both Sam and I are poz breeders” before I could respond Sam shoved his dick in me, the only lube being his spit from when he was rimming me, it hurt so bad and I’m not used to having anything other than fingers in me “Wait…. fuck…. Ouch… stop…. doesn’t poz mean….. owwwww fuck… doesn’t that mean you have… hiv…” Sam grabbed my hair and pulled it closer to him as he was fucking me “That’s right bitch. And you’re gonna take both our fucking loads” To be continued

Well, this is how I did it last night. I came across a cute brazilian guy that asked me if I was bottom, which I am. So he took me into the only sling room and started talking to me how it would be hot it I would lay in the sling and have an open door policy. Everybody who passes by can enjoy the view and ofcourse join if they want to. It ended up in me laying in the sling for 5-6 hours, being fucked constantly and having 2 dicks at my sides to blow. I took around 25 dicks bare and collected 10 loads. 😈💦

Part 10: The Speakeasy June 1921. Hamish stepped ashore on the White Star Line’s pier in New York. In another half a century, the piers in Chelsea would become very famous (or infamous) indeed among men who liked sex with men, but in 1921 they were still lined with magnificent ships – for this was the height of the golden age of the great Atlantic ocean liners. Hamish had made the crossing on the famous RMS Olympic, the surviving sister of the ill-fated Titanic and Britannic. He was surrounded by eager tourists, oohing and aahing at the sight of the various locations in the ship where key moments of that tragic night in 1912 on her sister ship had played out. It carried no real interest for Hamish. He’d finally made the momentous decision to abandon his homeland and all of Europe, feeling rather at a loss from knowing that Alan wasn’t there any longer. He was also strongly sensing, after the recently ended Great War, that these were countries with a past, but not a future. More to the point, though, he needed a place where it was easy to start over. The damn bureaucrats everywhere were insisting on knowing all about you, poking their noses into every nook and cranny of your life. Whether it was a government tax man or an insurance salesman, they wanted all sorts of fussy, inconvenient details like your place and date of birth. And how the hell could you explain that you were born sometime in the spring of 1034, but didn’t know exactly what date or where in Scotland your mother gave birth to you? That’s what gave him the idea of starting over in the New World. As for New York, it was an obvious port of arrival but, more than that, New York was already well on its way to developing a reputation as the party capital of the world. It sounded to Hamish like just what the doctor ordered. All he had to do was arrive in third class with a sob story about having no real idea when or where he was born, other than the obvious fact that it was Scotland, and he was about 32 years old (nudge, wink). He had, of course, already used the same sob story in London to get a passport, and then to get an immigration visa. He had to sit through quarantine to make sure he wasn’t carrying any infectious illnesses, but then he was released and free to turn himself loose on New York. Hamish made damn certain that no prying customs inspector would find his secret stash of gold, a legacy from Alan who had kindly shown Hamish the secret treasury at Finlaggan before he passed away. To all appearances a penniless immigrant, he soon got fed and met a nice man at a soup kitchen near the piers. That nice man not only helped him acquire some more decent clothes, but also entertained him in bed for a number of days. Armed with a decent-enough suit, Hamish was on his way. He managed to get a job right away as a server at a café, donning a striped shirt, dark trousers, and a long white apron, and dishing up coffee and donuts, or tea with dainty cakes, to the city’s more well-to-do residents. After a few weeks, his boss approached him with a proposition, later followed by a proposal. The proposition got him into the bed of the boss, who soon proved to have an insatiable appetite for Hamish’s big dick and immense skill at fucking. The proposal, which followed soon after, was that Hamish meet him at a certain address on Friday night at 6pm sharp for a job interview. That night, Hamish quickly discovered that his boss was actually a small fish in a very big pond. His meeting proved to be with the Big Boss, and the job interview proved to be an invitation to an exclusive weekend party in the Hamptons. Hamish went along with the idea, as soon as he was told that it was “exclusive” in the sense that women were carefully excluded from the invitation list. That party ended up being Hamish’s first certifiable orgy. The total number of men present was well over forty, and included many prominent financial and political figures, most of whom had wives who were told that their men were going on a fishing trip on Long Island Sound. Well, it was fishing – of a sort. Once the clothes started coming off, there was a nonstop line of men fishing for a turn at Hamish’s memorable cock. It had been made clear to Hamish, by inference, that his future prospects in the company depended on how much he could do to satisfy the Big Boss’s friends that weekend. It was definitely the sort of company where performance was both recognized and rewarded. Well, he thought, I’ve never really had a crack at the world’s oldest profession, why not now? During the course of the weekend, Hamish more than once wished he’d gotten the exclusive recipe for the special edition whisky off of Andrew. He did his best, which was still pretty damned spectacular for a man who was well past his 850th birthday, but there was no possible way he could summon up a load for every man at the party who wanted to suck one out of him, fuck one out of him, or get bred with one. He did, however, make damn sure that he had a load ready when the Big Boss came by. It wasn’t actually that hard. The mobster was Italian by descent, and in much better shape than many of the men at the party, so one look at his naked body was enough to rev Hamish’s engine. The man was also a natural-born bottom, and he had a really intense big dick fetish. Hamish was definitely the man for him, in more ways than one. The Big Boss knelt down on a chair in front of Hamish, turned his head over his shoulder, and said, “Plow me with that big tool, stud!” Hamish found that the man’s ass was already both loose and wet, so he forebore to indulge in any foreplay, and simply shoved his big, thick tool right into that muscled olive-skinned butt. The Big Boss groaned but didn’t protest, so Hamish began pounding him right away. As he was driving deep into that ass, a cute, young blond guy named Bobby came along and got down on his knees, sucking the Big Boss’s cock deep into his mouth. Before he even knew what was happening, the Big Boss had blasted not one but two loads down Bobby’s throat. The contractions of his ass from those two orgasms had brought Hamish off twice as well, and he then kept fucking the hole between those muscular Italian mounds until he added a third round, for good measure. At that point, Hamish called a break for himself, and went into the front room where there was a free bar and a table full of top-notch luxury food items. He needed some food and a good, stiff drink in the worst way. Bobby trailed right along with him, like a stray puppy hoping to be picked up and taken home. Normally, Hamish preferred them a bit older and more mature acting, but there was something about Bobby that he found – perhaps not attractive, but definitely intriguing. They sat together at a small table, eating caviar and foie gras on melba toast and drinking some really fine champagne. After they’d both eaten enough food to pep themselves up, Bobby slid his chair closer to Hamish, then leaned over and began kissing him. In no time, the two of them were making out, hot and heavy. As Bobby worked his tongue inside Hamish’s mouth, Hamish wrapped his hand around the back of Bobby’s head to pull him closer in – and got the surprise of his life. His fingers had felt the unmistakable row of tiny bumps just off the base of the skull. Hamish pulled back, then, and looked very closely at Bobby. For the first time, he saw that the bright blue eyes in that boyish face were a lot more thoughtful than the average eighteen-year-old – which is how old this cute young blond lad looked. “What? What’s wrong?” Bobby asked. Hamish asked in return, very quietly, “How old are you, Bobby?” Bobby avoided his eyes as he said, “Eighteen years and six months.” Hamish looked at him much more intently. “Seriously, Bobby.” Bobby looked nervously around, but no one else was nearby at the moment. “Seventy-four years old.” Hamish sat back, smiling in rather smug satisfaction. “But… how did you know?” “Kiss me again, Bobby.” Bobby did so. “Now, run your hand up the back of my head. Just at the base of the skull, touch me gently. What do you feel?” Bobby worked at him for a bit, and then focused in on the target area. “Feels like little bumps on the skin.” “Now feel the back of your own head, the same area.” Bobby did so, and his eyes widened. “Is that what you felt?” “Yes. If you were to part the hair on my head, and look at the spot, you’d see some odd black marks which aren’t any kind of letters we can recognize. That’s the mark of the immortal.” “Wow. I’ve never met another one.” “It’s rare, no doubt. Even rarer to meet another one who shares the enthusiasm for male company.” “You mean, for fucking ass.” “Duh!” They both laughed. By this time, the party was winding down for Saturday night. Hamish and Bobby looked around and managed to snag a sofa that was wider and deeper, and big enough for the two of them to sleep together. No sex took place, they were too tired out from the events of the day. But it was a comfort for each of them to cuddle up together with someone else who was actually one of their kind. It took some time for the various men to get revved up on Sunday, but the action was well and truly under way again by noon. By Sunday afternoon, some of the earlier arrivals were starting to leave for town, but others were still arriving. One was a big, muscular redhead who looked, Hamish thought, vaguely familiar. Of course, it was forgivable that the occasional face or name escaped his memory, especially at his advanced age. But when the newcomer saw Hamish lying there, a wicked grin spread across his face and he dropped his trousers, revealing an enormous ten-inch-plus dick – and Hamish’s memory suddenly kicked in all the way. As Hamish was opening his mouth to call a greeting, Graham slapped his hand across his face and hissed at him to “shut up and take it like a man.” Finding Hamish’s hole nicely opened up and wet with cum already, Graham had no trouble rolling him over onto his face and sliding his massive tool inside Hamish. He had just enough time to whisper in Hamish’s ear, “Don’t call me Graham. It’s Grant now,” before another partygoer yelled, “Guys, you gotta see this, the new guy’s got Grant’s entire tool up his keister and he looks like he’s loving it!” A crowd quickly gathered to watch. Realizing that they were now the centre of attention, both of them cranked up their performance, throwing in moans and “fucks” and various dirty expressions to spice things a little more. All around them, the other partygoers were standing, stroking their dicks or each others’ dicks, as they watched “Grant” ramming his massive tool into Hamish’s receptive, quivering ass. The two of them gave the crowd full value for their money. Before long, “Grant” blasted a full load deep inside Hamish and kept right on going, pounding him mercilessly without even slowing down. There were sounds of jealousy from the onlookers, many of whom wished they could have taken such a full-on pounding from that gigantic tool – if only their butts could have withstood the torture. In just a few more minutes, though, Hamish was gasping that he was about to cum, and “Grant” was snapping, “Yeah, let it fly, I’ll cum right along with you.” With that, he hauled Hamish into an upright position, still ramming into him full force from behind. The men all around began stroking harder and faster, and it was clear that this act was going to be the grand finale of the entire weekend. Suddenly, Hamish gasped as his cock jerked up, without him even touching it, and began spraying jets of cum out across the floor. The young blond guy, Bobby, dived onto the floor to try to intercept as many of the squirts as possible, and managed to catch four of them. “Grant” gave only three or four more extra-vicious thrusts and then let his second and even bigger load leap from his dick at full depth inside Hamish’s now somewhat sore ass. Both of them were grunting like wild boars in heat as he kept thrusting brutally inside Hamish, delivering pulse after pulse of a historic, epic load. The other men at the party crowded up close to the sofa and started dropping their loads, one by one, all over the two coupling, writhing, snarling bodies. The last one was the Big Boss, who shot his load all over Hamish’s face and then shoved his cock into his subordinate’s mouth to be cleaned off. Hamish was sure that he could taste ass as well as cum, which told him that the Big Boss wasn’t quite the total bottom he had thought. However, the Big Boss was as good as his word, and Hamish’s $20 paycheque the next Friday had an extra cheque in the envelope for a thousand dollars more. That was good. It meant that Hamish wouldn’t have to touch the emergency reserves hidden in the double bottom of his cheap suitcase for a good while longer. At the next party, two weeks later, someone spread the word that Hamish should really be tipped since he was doing such a spectacular job, and he came away with even more in tips than the extra cheque in his inflated pay packet. Meanwhile, the Big Boss had appointed him as manager of the Hole in the Wall, a speakeasy which was part of his less than legitimate operations. It was, of course, a private, members-only club, where Bobby proved his versatility by fronting the small house band with his saxophone, and Grant joined Hamish as his chief bartender (yes, Hamish had finally gotten a handle on simply calling him “Grant”). By this time, Hamish had also cut Grant in on the secret that Bobby was actually another immortal. Among themselves, the three of them jokingly called the bar “The Eternal Hangover.” All Hamish really had to do was to ensure that the drinks were watered enough, but not too much, chat up the customers, and handle the whole business side of the operation. Grant did a wonderful job of quieting down any frustrated customers. Generally, he took them into his “private office” for a talk, and when they emerged the customer was usually much quieter and always looking a good deal the worse for wear – with rumpled trousers and protruding shirt tails giving an idea of what kind of “talk” had taken place. It only took Hamish a few nights to realize that the entire membership list was made up of all the men he’d met and fucked with in the Hamptons, and that the speakeasy he was running was potentially something much more than just another bar dispensing illegal hooch during Prohibition. After a year or so of struggling nightly to keep the toilets clean, Hamish dipped into his suitcase stash. He then spoke to the Big Boss and made him an offer to buy an equity stake in the Hole in the Wall, outlining the plan he had in mind. The Big Boss agreed, Hamish and some fellow volunteers on the staff set to work, and in a few months the vacant floor above the bar was converted into a series of small rooms with wide and nicely padded bench seats for private “conversations.” Just like that, Hamish found that he had invented and was now part-owner of New York’s first-ever full-time gay sex club. The facility not only filled a need in itself, but the thirst that was generated in the upstairs rooms translated into a sharp upswing in sales at the bar. By this time, Hamish and Grant had agreed that it was silly to keep paying rent on two different apartments when one always seemed to be empty, so they just confirmed the obvious and moved in together. Hamish laid down only one rule, and that was that they had to leave each other strictly alone from Wednesday noon on, in any week when a weekend outing in the Hamptons was on the schedule. By this time, the Roaring Twenties were roaring along at top volume and full throttle, and Hamish and Grant were both riding the wave. The Big Boss was now giving both of them supplementary pay cheques after each weekend outing, and the two canny Scots were spending as little as possible on their lifestyle, squirreling the rest away for a rainy day – apart from making sure they were outfitted with top-notch, classy, up-to-date suits, hats, and shoes to set a tone. It was definitely wild for Hamish to realize that, as he neared the nine-century mark, he was having more and crazier sex than ever before in his life. Nor was Grant falling behind in that department, and even Bobby would join them every now and again for a three-way when the waiting time until the next weekend getaway became too onerous. But then, with no warning, the roof fell in. They woke up one morning to screaming headlines on the fronts of all the papers (with the New York Times featuring a classier muted form of excitement). The Big Boss had been fished out of the East River around two o’clock in the morning, sporting the signature mark of the gangland execution – a neat little bullet hole in the back of his head. Hamish and Grant wasted no time packing a couple of bags and getting on the next train out of town to points west, being sure not to pass through Chicago which was as bad a gang town as New York. In fact, they stayed on the train all the way to San Francisco, and there bought tickets on a ship to New Zealand. As Grant (now calling himself Graham again) put it, the people were nice, the tone was British, and there were sheep everywhere so they should feel right at home. Apart from one or two rough days, it was a surprisingly placid crossing, and even Hamish had to admit that not all sea travel was a complete write-off. There were also some pleasant fringe benefits involving some very handsome local men when the ship stopped to refuel and reprovision in Honolulu, then in Tahiti, and finally in Fiji. At last, they docked in Auckland, and it was time for life to begin over again. They took some time over a space of five or six years to get established in New Zealand, finally pooling their resources to buy some land and go into farming. Hamish had to admit that it was fun living with Graham, not only because of the hot sex but because he was a pleasant, easy-going guy with a decent sense of humour and a good fund of amusing personal experience stories. There was no such emotional feeling as he’d had for Craig, nor any sign of the bonding he’d felt with Alan, and he neither expected those to be present nor especially regretted their absence. With the wisdom of age (as he wryly said to himself), he was finding it easier to let go of things that were irretrievably past anyway. But then, one bright morning, as they tended the small flock of sheep on their farm near Matamata, Graham stirred up the past again by asking, “Whatever happened to Alan, anyway?” “What brought that thought up now?” “I guess it’s because I have time to think. For quite a while there, in New York and after, we were scrambling too fast and fucking too hard to have much time to think. Then getting out of there, coming down here, buying the land, getting the farm established. But now, it seems I have time to think again -- and that’s what came up.” Hamish wanted to defer it, to put it aside as Alan had done with him, but then he thought of the shock of finding out only when it was almost too late. He decided that Alan had made a mistake, and he didn’t need to repeat it. He chose his words carefully. “I will answer your question, Graham, but I want to do it when we’re both sitting down and have a glass of wine at hand. It’s a much more complicated question than you maybe realize.” Graham nodded agreement. At the end of a busy workday, they both stripped down and took a quick bath in the river, then came back up to the house and settled on the cool, shady porch with full glasses on the table. “Graham, this is a hard thing to understand. Alan didn’t try to explain it to me until it was almost too late. I’ve decided that I don’t want to do that to you.” “Almost too late? I don’t understand you at all.” “I know. But here it is. We aren’t actually immortal. And Alan is dead.” Graham stared at him in shock, as if he thought Hamish had gone right off the deep end. “Come on!” “It’s true. What were his exact words to me? ‘Our life span gets extended, or perhaps you might better say, “stalled” for a thousand years.’ I’ve never forgotten that moment. And he was right, it was a harsh smack in the face from reality to learn that. The hardest part was that I learned it after I’d already seen him growing old.” Graham still shook his head, as if dazed. At last, he said, “Tell me how it happened – if you can.” Hamish thought for a moment. “It’s odd, it’s harder to recall this than it was to live it the first time. We were outside working, cutting the peats actually, and I suddenly realized he was tiring out and leaning on his spade. Well, Alan never got tired. I went to look at him as he sat down, and that’s when I saw the wrinkles forming in his face and the grey streaking his hair. And a week later, he died in his sleep. He told me that when your thousand years runs out, the whole ageing process happens much more quickly, but there’s no way to know how quickly.” Graham still looked stunned. At last, he asked, “Are you alright? I’m trying to imagine how you must feel without him, after that long bond you shared.” “That’s what’s so weird. I miss him, but at the same time I don’t. I think that’s because all that he was is already a part of me, just as I was of him.” He paused for more thought. “At least, we know when it will happen. I think the one thing that every immortal knows off by heart is the date he or she got turned. October 7, 1066.” “That’s the date of the Battle of Hastings.” “Very good! And you?” “June 11, 1488.” “Haha! The Battle of Sauchieburn! Were you fighting for the king or for the rebels?” “The king. I was one of his favourites.” “What is it about us immortals? Becoming favourites of kings and rulers and noblemen – and mobsters, too, come to think of it.” They both laughed. “So: we know that neither of us is due to go for many years, and that I will go first. Come to think of it, that’s appropriate. Alan was two centuries older than me, and he learned about the thousand years when he was just newly turned, from a very old immortal who was dying.” Graham looked at him thoughtfully. “I don’t know how you feel, but to me it seems that knowing when it will come is a great comfort. Gives you ample time to prepare yourself. Thank you for telling me.” Hamish was very relieved to find that they had turned the dangerous corner with no fuss or drama, and that Graham was not upset by what he had learned. Life on the farm continued for many years. Bobby came out to join them, a year or so after that crucial conversation, and they had some grand old times in bed, mixing and swapping in every combination of tops and bottoms, suckers and fuckers. It was also great to have a third pair of hands on the farm, as the workload got bigger every year when lambing time came around. Far too soon, as it seemed, the idyllic farm life reached the limit. The neighbours had noticed and begun talking about how none of the three of them ever changed. They made plans to sell the entire farm as a going concern, splitting the proceeds. It was time, anyway, for Hamish. His itchy feet were calling to him to hit the road again. As he told Graham and Bobby, on one of their last nights together, that had been built into his nature ever since he could walk, and far predated his becoming an immortal. During those last days, Hamish also had “the talk” with Bobby, so he wouldn’t be caught off guard in the far distant future when his thousand-year deadline came. Finally, the deeds were all signed, the keys delivered, and the three of them left for Auckland. There, they parted company, with Bobby and Graham deciding to stick together and head to Australia, while Hamish took ship back across the ocean, this time to Vancouver in Canada. After a miserably rough voyage, he landed in Canada, finding a good job in the booming city of Vancouver. Eventually, though, his Scottish blood began calling him to come home again. He wasn’t sure quite where home was any more, just that it was in Scotland. With all its problems, it was still his place. Another long train ride across the continent, another long and sickening Atlantic crossing, and Hamish arrived back in Glasgow in the spring of 1933. The country was immersed in the most miserable depths of the Great Depression, but Hamish was untroubled by want. The fortune he had begun in Finlaggan and substantially increased in New York had been safely sheltered and even augmented by his investment in the farm, and he was now a man of some means, if not among the truly wealthy. But he still lived as frugally as ever. The habits of a nine-century lifetime mostly spent as somebody else’s poorly paid servant weren’t easily set aside. The one thing he definitely wanted and needed to do was to visit two graves, one on the islet of Finlaggan and the other on the hillside overlooking the Firth of Forth. At Finlaggan, the castle had now crumbled to mere fragments of what he had known. The secret room was now open to the sky, as was the treasury. He walked past the end of the ruins, and out to the mound he had built nearly a century before. He wasn’t sure why this mattered so much to him, but it did. There was no sense of imminence, no feeling of Alan’s presence, nor did he expect it. The thoughts of Alan that swirled through his head were, he was sure, all his own. Across the country, Craig’s grave was now incorporated into a hedgerow that had been planted and tended between two farm fields. That, he thought, was as it should be. No nosy archaeologist would come to disturb him there. You had to look pretty closely to see the spot where the hedgerow’s bank widened to accommodate the mound he had built. And Craig, dear, lovable Craig, had lain in peace, undisturbed, as the land took him in. That’s when Hamish realized that he, too, had come to these places to seek peace. It was like a final step that he needed to take, to consign these two men who had meant so much to him, in so many ways, to his past. And with that, he had found the peace and acceptance which he would need to face his own end when that time came.

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 took my last load an hour ago. I went to the bathhouse last night. Took a total of 12 loads. 4 loads were from the same top. That guy really fucked me hard. I went to his place afterwards and fucked also with his hubby. His hubby is versa and he came back from cruising parks and parkinglots. His ass was full with cum as well. His ass was a bit sore and he wanted to fuck me as well. He unloaded his ass in my hole. The two of them fucked me for a hour and both shot their load in my ass. We fell asleep around 5 am. Suddenly I woke and felt the hubby was eating my hole and sucking the cum. I unloaded my hole in his mouth. He gave me half of it and we both swallowed. I love the taste of cum. He and his hubby fucked me and loaded my ass again. I am very happy with the result. I took a total count of 16 loads in my ass.

WADE WOLFGAR is pretty WIDE

I messaged this guy two weeks ago on grindr who was visiting from Hamburg. We got into a hot chat and arranged to meet in a storage room that I have access to. He was taller than me but we got kissing hard and soon he got my pants down and started to suck my cock and balls. I took him to the back of the room which had shelving to lean on. I got down on him and sucked his cock hard. sucked his balls and then turned him round and licked his ass. Loved it!! I licked his man pussy and tried pushing my tongue in. My cock was hard and so wet with pre-cum by then. I stood up and shoved it into his ass. He wasn't too tight so I slid in nicely and feeling it all the way. I started to fuck him as he leaned forward on the shelves. Fucked him hard and felt my balls slapping his butt. I got down again to rim his ass which was really warm now. I stuck my tongue and face in and really wet it. He was still with his pants down so I made him take them off so I could open his crack wider and I rimmed his ass deeper. My cock was absolutely rock hard by then and I stood up and this time fucked him deeper and harder.... I didn't want to shoot just yet, so I pulled out and bent over to kiss him. Turned him round to suck his very wet cock. I couldn't hold it much longer so I turned him round again and fucked him hard until I felt a shudder and shot a big load deep inside.. I kept on fucking as I came even after I emptied my balls I kept churning my cum in his ass for a while. I pulled out my soft dick and got down and licked out some of my own cum from his ass which I then spat into his mouth. He got down to suck and lick my cock clean. I finished off by sucking him hard until I felt his hot load in my mouth and throat. Amazing!! After that we cleaned up and he left. Hope he visits again soon.

This happened about 4 years ago,I had just gotten divorced and just started to fool around with other men. I had probably had played with 2 or 3 guys before this night happened and I never PnP, and I didn't really know anything about PnP. As I said that I had recently got divorced I was 50 yrs old( a late bloomer) and had never been with another guy. I had thought about it many,many times but I never acted out on those thoughts. I am 5'6 buzzed cut 145lbs and average size cock. I had signed up on a couple hook up sites(bbrts,manhunt and adam4adam) I had some ppp00interest but the guys seemed to be to far away from me. I had received a message from this guy( I call him Steve)/on bbrts saying that he liked my profile and the couple pics I had in my profile. My profile wasn't one that stood out, it pretty much stated that I was new to the scene and that I didn't have much experience and that I was versatile and looking for guys around my age and who was patient with new guys. His profile stated that he was 6'1 about 225 muscular and that he had a above average size cock and that he was a versatile bottom and from the pictures on his profile he was definitely more than above average size cock I sent him a reply thanking him for the compliment and asked him what he was into or looking for, he replied back that he was a versatile bottom and that he likes to give oral,rim and get fucked and that he didn't get to play that much due to work. He said that he was more on the vanilla type and wasn't looking for a relationship or some passionate sex just another guy for sex. He asked me the same question, I told him that I was still new to all this so I was taking things slow and that I wasn't looking for a relationship or some kind of passionate sex as well and I wasn't into kissing. I had mentioned that I had only been with 2 or 3 other guys and mostly it was giving and or receiving oral,also because I was still new to all this I haven't been able to take a cock down my throat or even close to touching the back of my throat because I had gag reflex. Steve said that he could relate as he had the same issue when he first started playing with guys,he said that it took lots of practice but once he learned he said that it felt good especially when a guy would hold his head and fucked his mouth and throat. He also said that he still has trouble taking a big cock down his throat and then he asked me if I wanted to feel a cock down my throat? I told him that if or when the time came and that I was ready to take a cock down my throat I wouldn't mind trying it,he said how would you like the guy to fuck it(slow and somewhat deep,or fast and rough) I said that I never really thought about it,he stated that he likes it fast,hard and deep. So I asked him why did he want to hookup and asked if he could host as at that moment I was staying with a friend and that I couldn't host and I said that if we were to meet up that I probably wouldn't be able to handle his cock(he had told me that he was close to 8×5" and pretty thick) he said that he was cool with that most guys have the same issue. He said that he was looking to meet up the upcoming weekend (so like in 4 days) and that he rather host as he has a playroom that had a sling and some other things in there that usually makes the night more fun(such as not many but some toys,a rim seat, some leather items a fucking bench and a most recently new fucking machine) that still hasn't been used. He said that he set it all up and when he turned it on to see how it worked he was shocked at how fast it could go. I told him that I would have to get back to him as I wasn't sure what my work schedule was like for that weekend, for the next day or two we exchanged a few messages(I should have seen the few red flags that had popped up but I didn't) in those few messages he had asked or mentioned things about wanting to be with a guy who likes to get used by multiple men he thought it would be hot to watch a guy get fucked in both holes and see the guy take all the loads no matter what. He asked if I ever thought about anything like that and I said I had a few fleeing thoughts yes but I couldn't see myself being in a situation like that or not able to have control, that I needed to have control,then he asked me if I PnP? I asked him what did he mean, with that replied he knew that I didn't PnP and really didn't know what PnP meant. He said that some guy like to use some type of drug while playing with other guys(most of the guys use Tina,G and other stuff) because it tends to get guys more hornier and that the sex can get more wild depending on how they are doing the drugs. He told me Tina was meth and some guys either will smoke it,booty bump it or will shot it up and G was like the date rape drug. But it definitely intensifies the sex drive and that it only takes a very small amount of it. From what I was gathering he must have PnP so I asked him and he said that he did it once and really didn't like it(which was a complete lie and from what he had told me about the other things as well were lies which you will soon find out.) I had told him that it was something that I wasn't looking to do or even try and he said that he understood and the night before we were going to meet up he said that his roommate might be there but I didn't have anything to worry about as he usually stays in his room. I was kinda hesitant about having someone else around even if he was going to be in a different room but I didn't say anything about it. So the day of meeting up I took my shower and prepared myself for the night. I grabbed a light lunch and left the house about 6. I had a good hour and a half drive. It was in the middle of January and that the weather might call for snow but only a light coating and as I started driving a half hour into the drive the snow started to come down and when it did it was coming down fast and hard I couldn't see 5 ft in front of me so I slowed down thinking it was just a snow squall. The longer I drove it seemed like the snow was intensifying, I pulled into the rest stop and texted Steve and told him about the snow and that I was thinking about heading back home. But I was closer to his place then mine and asked if the snow gets any worst could I stay there. He said that there wasn't any snow there but if I needed to spend the night there I could do I told him I would come. I got to Steve's house shortly before 8pm and there was no snow. I rang the bell and Steve opened the door he looked as he had described himself we walked into the living room and there were 4 other guys in there, Steve introduced me to the 1st who was his roommate and his name was Craig the other 3 guys were his roommates friends and their names were Shawn,Pete and Derek they all had beers in their hands. While I was being introduced Steve asked if I wanted anything to drink I said sure. I was offered a beer,water or a bottle of Gatorade I said that Gatorade was fine. I walked into the kitchen with Steve and he handed me the bottle of Gatorade and Steve said that he got home late and that I could wait in his room or in the living room while he went to take a quick shower, I really didn't want to just sit in his room while he was showering and I didn't want to sitting in the living room with the other guys who I had just met but I really didn't have a choice so I said I would wait in the living room. As I was waiting and was having small talk with the other guys and drinking the Gatorade, it seemed like Steve was taking a long time in the shower I must have been sitting there for a good half hour and I had just finished off the 32 oz of the Gatorade and I started to feel different the guys seemed to be mumbling and that was the last thing I remembered. When I finally got around to opening my eyes I was in this semi dark room and heard some movement and voices and I heard someone say he's coming around once my eyes had got adjusted I saw 5 figures around the room and a voice in my left ear saying it's about time you woke up we have been waiting for you when I turned to see who was talking in my ear it was Steve standing there and he was completely naked and his cock was inches from my faces. I tried to get up and I couldn't move my legs or my arms, that's when I realized that my wrist and ankles were tied to this sling as it moved when I tried to get up. I said ok guys serious jokes over untie my wrist and ankles and then it had hit me this cold breeze as I realized that not only had I been tied up in the sling but I was completely naked, as I told Steve to untie me I saw the other 4 guys start making their way towards me and was in shock and realized that I had made a big mistake the 4 other guys were not only completely naked but they were loud and drunk and what I saw next had me struggling to get out of the sling at least 3 of them guys had the biggest and thickest cocks I have ever seen. Shawn and Pete had to be at least 12" long and almost as thick as the beer can he had in his hand and Derek was even bigger and thicker then them two and that was when they were only semi hard. As I was staring in shock I remember Steve saying don't worry bye the end of the night you will not only be taking all our cocks but you will be taking them all the way down your throat. Then Keith came over and said to Steve I think we should start off with a small amount and Steve said no I think he'll be fine with what we do and Keith said you sure and Steve said just hand it to me. As I saw Keith hand him a tourniquet and a needle and said no please don't do this as Steve told Derek to untie my left wrist and hold onto my arm so he can get me ready to have some fun as Derek untied my wrist I went to pull away but Derek held onto my arm tight and positioned it so Steve was able to put the tourniquet on my arm and pulled it tight and started to feel around for a vein it didn't take long before he found one and said oh perfect I begged him not to do it but it was like I wasn't even there the next thing I felt was this sharp stab and then I felt the tourniquet being undone and started to cough and this warm rushing feeling running through my entire body as my ears rang and I remember hearing ok guys let's join him and as I was feeling all this the other guys seemed to be doing themselves as well when the 1st guy was done he had made his way over to me and it was Shawn and when he made his way over to me his cock was hard as a rock and even bigger and thicker than before as he was jerking it off saying it looks like you don't get hard like us when you slam as he reached down and started to touch my limp cock and said it's ok you won't be using your cock as much as they would be as he started to rub his cock on my mouth and lips leaving a thin trail of pre cum on my lips saying that he is going to be the 1st guy to fuck my mouth and throat as he moved behind me and untied something on the sling and I felt my head start to go down and before I knew it my head was hanging off the sling and in between Shawn's legs and his big and thick cock in his hand as he pointed the head of his cock down towards my mouth as he said to Steve can I start and he said he's all yours as I felt something wet being going in my ass hole and Steve saying he here for their own sexual pleasure and that they can do whatever they want to and that they had at least another 2 hours before everyone else shows up I felt something being pushed into my hole and started to burn as Shawn started to push his cock into my mouth. Then Steve looking at me as he stood between my legs that were spread wide open and I felt him rubbing the head of his cock on my hole and saying that not only were the 5 of them are going to use any hole as they want to but so are the other guys who show up as he lifted his arm up and held a video camera and saying that we were live and that there was a message saying that anyone in or around the area we were at was more than welcome to come by and join the party and from the replies he saw that there were a few guys already making a comment on coming over and he had just started the live view so he knew it was going to be a good night

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.

Complex thoughts require complex understanding, which not all posters here seem to be capable of. In a nutshell: Putin's long game is (a) restoration of the USSR/Russian Empire as a geopolitical force, and (b) defeat or disbanding of NATO, the primary threat to his expansionist plans. As long as Trump was in office, attacking NATO and threatening to withdraw, he was useful to Putin in goal (b). We now know from more of Trump's former circle of advisers that he had been quite candid about pulling the US out of NATO during his second term, if he'd won one (which he mercifully did not). That disruptive influence in the west was far more valuable to Putin's grand schemes than any territorial gain might be. This is an old concept known as the "useful idiot", one with which you may not be familiar (or at least not in the way one might think). Once Trump was defeated, and someone firmly committed to NATO was elected to replace him, the calculus shifted. Putin had to decide whether he could spread enough disinformation about Ukraine to get away with invading and seizing power (as he had done in Crimea, and to lesser extents in Georgia and other former Soviet republics). One good thing about Biden (among many) is that he knows that US intelligence, while not always perfect, is some of the best in the world. Because they had intercepted much of Putin's plans for false flag operations, etc. as a means of making Ukraine to be the aggressor, and Biden smartly chose to release enough of that intelligence that the world could see Putin's game plan for what it was: naked aggression. And as a result, the west is united against Russia in a way that would never have been possible without someone like Biden - who actually READS his intelligence briefings and more importantly, understands them - in charge.

I used to have a client in Dallas that I would often visit. I'd usually check into Midtowne from Fri noon til Sun noon, usually in the sling room. Last time I was in Dallas I went to Club D and it was a hot time. I was walking around and a bear had his door open, was standing up and pawing his cock. I got on my knees and walked to him, letting him replace his hand with my throat. While he was using my throat someone came up behind me and started fingering my (already lubed) hole. I couldn't see him at the time but turns out he was a stocky 30s black guy. They moved me to the bed and started tag teaming me, not quiting until they had both emptyied into me. The bear kicked us out but the black guy dragged me around for a while, making out with me in the sauna and mounting me there and near the pool. Good times.

he stealthed the condom off.... [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_n5de4suW7jXm

I read that too and thought the same thing and almost expected to see the text turn into a future medication and list of side effects. "HAND is generally well tolerated, but side effects may include poor gas mileage, split ends, unibrow, receding hairline, uneven tire wear, purple and pink striped stools, bad interior design, low credit score, reduced resale value on your home, chafing jeans, low sperm count, vaginal odor, and feline leukemia. HAND should not be taken if you're allergic to HAND. Ask your proctologist if HAND is right for you." 😂🤣

Esteban Orive must be in the running for this title

As I sit here with my diary, recounting my transformation, my head is spinning. My hand is quivering. I can barely read my scribbles. I don't think I can keep this up for long. Every joint in my body aches. Just as he predicted—I got the Flu. My name is Adam. I'm 5'8", 135 lb, 29 waist, tanned, toned, and preppy. I look like a teenage Ricky Schroeder—or used to. I come from an affluent, north Chicago family, and don't act gay at all—certainly not like any male prostitute. I was into all sorts of sports in high school including football, soccer, and baseball. I just graduated 6 months ago. I'm 18. I'm telling you this story to rationalize how I went from high school honors student to male whore, and how they got their meat hooks into me. By them I mean Martin and Jake. Of course, psychologically, it was my own doing. Turned out I was amply qualified for the world's oldest profession with a gay twist. The discovery that I got the flu that ain't the flu cinched it. I like fucking raw too much to let a little bug stop me! So where do I begin? **MARTIN** I was walking down Lake Shore Drive one summer evening. I had on tennies, khaki shorts, and tee. I stopped to take a leak. There are many restrooms along the lakeshore, and most of them are cruisy. Until then I'd only messed around a couple of times, and even that was only touching and caressing, but I must admit I was doing a little cruising that afternoon. When I entered the john, this guy, about 6'3", was standing at the urinal. I walked up beside him and took my piss - only I wasn't pissing but five seconds when he struck up a conversation. "What's up, Boy? What brings you to the lake today?" "Just gettin' out. Bored, you know." He stared at me. "So you're just hangin?" "Yeah." I looked at him again. He was no longer peeing, but held onto his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he had a fat one and was shaking it a little. The guy waited to see what my next move would be. "So, what you up to, man?" I inquired. "Just lookin' to have some fun. Know what I mean?" He wagged his cock at me, which was very fat. I couldn't tell how long it was since he was soft. My instincts told me to get the hell out of there. The guy was more than twice my age, and about twice my size, and hintin' he wanted to have sex. I didn't think he was attractive and he looked kinda outta shape, but still I didn't move; and after a few seconds he leaned over and grabbed my ass. I felt his nails dig through my shorts. It hurt a little; I should have been forewarned. "You gotta nice ass there, Boy. How about we go back to my place. It's not very far. We can be there in five minutes." I had often fantasized how my first real male sexual encounter would be, and I can assure you that wasn't it. However, there was something about way he looked at me. He was in control, and I was not. He could tell I was a little scared, but he could also tell I was curious and interested. "Let's go." He zipped up his pants and headed toward the parking lot. I followed him by a few steps, neither one of us saying anything, not wanting it to look as if we were together. We reached his little Hyundai, and he unlocked the doors. The car reeked of stale cigarettes, and he reached in his pocket and lit one up. I hate cigarettes. I hate the smell, but didn't say anything. He put the car in gear, and pulled away, smirking as if something amused him. "Anything wrong?" "Oh, no. Nothing is wrong. You're just so fine and don't even realize it." "Thanks," I replied. "No. Thank you." He grabbed my thigh and squeezed it hard. It hurt a little. I should have been forewarned. We arrived in less than five minutes—an old, three-story tenement. He parked in back. We got out of the car; but instead of going around the front, we descended a stairway on the side. At the bottom were two doors. He unlocked one. I was surprised that there was already someone in the apartment. "Hey Martin, who you got with you, man?" asked the guy on the couch. He was a fat, bald dude in boxer shorts. He looked a little older than his roomie; and like Martin, not especially good looking. "Just a little friend I met at the park." "Man, you fuck with these young ones and you're asking for trouble, I guarantee it. How old are you, Boy?" "Eighteen." "Damn, you don't look a day over fourteen to me. Shit! You ain't got no body hair nor nothin'." Martin responded saying "He's my Boy now" grabbing me by the neck. It hurt a little. Again, I should have been forewarned. "We're going to be real good friends, ain't we, Boy?" "Yeah," was all I could muster. "Turn up the TV, Jake, in case we get a little rowdy. I don't want the neighbors overhearing." Forcefully he guided me down the hall and shut the door behind us. "Get outta those clothes and get on the bed. I'm gonna to smoke a joint. Want a toke?" I nodded 'no' and slowly, nervously disrobed. I was only wearing a jock strap when took off my shorts, and was surprised when he told me to leave it on. "Your ass looks good in it." He had me keep my socks on, too. When he had his shirt off, I could see that he had some chest hair, but not a lot; and most of it was black with gray mixed in. His stomach had a little gut. He removed his pants and wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was thick and long as well. It was still soft and appeared to be eight inches and thick. "Like what you see, Boy? You need to get It nice and hard: kneel on the bed and face me." He grabbed my hair and forced my head back. "You do as you're told and you'll be fine. Got that, Baby?" He began to slap my face with his dick. It felt heavy as it slammed into my cheeks, first one side, then the other. I could smell the musky odor of his tool. It wasn't a bad smell, but I knew he hadn't taken his daily shower. His dick looked greasy, like he'd oiled it or something. He pushed his shaft between my lips. "Open up that mouth, Boy. Get Daddy hard." He thrust his slimy member down my throat. I wasn't prepared for it and choked. He kept it in me for about five seconds, until tears welled in my eyes. He pulled his cock out and slapped me some more. His Rod was a lot slicker coated with my spit. "Okay, Baby, one more time; but relax that throat so I can fuck your face." He didn't pussyfoot around and shoved it in deep as it would go. But at least I was prepared for the invasion and tried to avoid the gag reflex. He held it in until I was once again choking and tears moistened my eyes. I started to wretch; but since I hadn't had anything to eat, there was nothing to chuck up. He seemed to enjoy this crazy game, cause he continued to pull out and slam it back in. I was dizzy from lack of oxygen, but at the same time was slowly giving in to the piston driving into my throat. Soon I noticed his shaft was able to completely go down my throat, and his pubes were banging against my nose. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had overcome the gag reflex, and was taking a cock that most guys couldn't begin to swallow. "Oh yeah, Baby, you learn real quick. Now just relax, and let me fuck your face." He stared at me with a controlling grin. I'd given him complete control over my body. I'd opened up a hornets' nest from which I'd never retreat. I had strict parents, but, they pretty much let me do what I wanted. I had been given many luxuries in life without having to work for them. And here I was—getting fucked down my throat by a brute who seemed determined to have his way with me. And I loved it! I sucked him with all the vigor I could muster. "There you go, Boy. Keep that up. Watch those teeth now." With one hand gripping my hair, he reached behind me and smacked my ass, which, of course, startled me, and I lost concentration. I started gagging. I'd just got my breath back when he swatted me again. The first swat hadn't hurt because I hadn't expected it, but the second time stung like a bitch. Because his cock was pillaring my throat, I could do nothing but moan and try to squirm out of harm's way, but he'd have none of it. "Don't fuckin' pull away from me, Boy!" he shouted as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me hard across the face. The smack sent my head reeling, only to be brought back the other way by another slap. "Don't you ever fuckin' try and get away from me! You got that, Boy?" He grabbed me by the chin. "Okay, I'm sorry." I swallowed hard and tasted blood. "I'm sorry what?" "I'm sorry, Sir." "That's better. Now get on your knees and bend over the bed so I can whip your butt." When I didn't move, he yanked me off the bed till my head thumped on the floor and blood gurgled from my nose which struck the bed frame. He sat on my back, his legs astride my upturned rear, my elbows crooked, abrading on the carpeting. With open palm he cuffed me hard. "You need to be good boy and do what daddy says." He then beat my ass, one cheek, then the other, hard as he could. I went ridged with pain; but since he was sitting on me, I could do nothing but yelp into the cavity beneath the bed. "Yeah, Baby, your ass is nice n' raw and ready to be fucked" He flipped me face-down back on the mattress. I lay there like a rag doll, whimpering. "Now you're ready to get fucked good. You ready for some cock up that sweet pussy?" I didn't answer right away since I was still recovering from the shellacking I'd taken. He didn't like my unresponsiveness, and yanked up my head. "I ASKED YOU, BOY, YOU READY TO GET FUCKED?" "Yes, Sir!" I cried, not sure if I wanted to get fucked or not. It was all happening so quickly, and there was no escape. I could have made a break for it; but fearful as I was, I was inclined to let the fucker have his way with me. Deep down, I wanted him to use me and abuse me. Maybe I even wanted him to kill me! He got on the bed above me and pushed my legs together. "You make that pussy nice and tight. You got that, Boy?" "Yes, Sir," I replied, as his body come down on top of mine. He was sweating profusely, and glided effortlessly up and down my back. I felt a halting trickle as he aimed his yellow stream directly at my ass crack. My ass cheeks still burned, and his urine actually felt medicinal. "You're a sexy Boy, you are. Ever had that sweet ass fucked?" "Is it gonna hurt much?" "It's gonna hurt all right. But I guarantee you'll get to like it." He grabbed a tube of something from the nightstand. It turned out to be KY. He squeezed the it directly on my pissy ass crack and on his turgid cock. He massaged it in my butt hole with his fingers, working a well-lubed digit up my pussy for good measure. He yanked my arm behind my back. "Now beat my meat, cocksucker. Get me lubed up real well." Awkwardly, behind my back, I wrapped my paw about his shaft. The slimy goo stuck to my fingers, and I made sure his dank tool was coated really well. "Now, aim my cock at your hole, Baby, like you want it real bad." I slid his cock about my slick Ass crack, till it was firmly pressed against my cherry. "Raise your hands above your head and keep 'em there. Open your mouth." He jammed a sock from off my foot—black at the heel, dank with sweat, and smelling of B.O—crudely down my throat, and some of it hung out. I could still breath—but other than that, I couldn't make a sound. "Now, Baby, this is gonna hurt real bad. You're gonna wanna buck me off, but I won't let you. You ain't goin' nowhere till I breed you. That's just the way it's gonna be. So lay still, and make it easy on yourself." Now I've read on the internet about guys getting fucked for the first time; and they all said the same crap about how it hurt a little at first, and then all was bliss and shit. Well, let me tell you it ain't that way—especially if you're a virgin and you got one mean mother fucker devastating your ass. Instead of my hole opening up, it compressed like he was fuckin' a balloon. He backed off and started to nudge in again, with the same result. The third time was the charmer. I'd clenched my ass muscles so tight together, I couldn't keep it up. I relaxed for a second, and that was all the opening he needed. In that instant my ass was split by a horrible slimy sexual aberration that plunged into my gut. I screamed; but since the sock in my mouth, I could barely whimper. The torment was stupendous. I felt as if I were being ripped apart. He continued to push into me, but there was nothing I could do. I started to black out, but I was not to be that fortunate. My body clamored for release, but the assault continued. Finally with a grunt I felt his Shaft hit bottom: he'd run out of cock as simultaneously I'd run out of man cunt. I cried hysterically, but my tears had no impact on the pervert ravishing my butt. He kept his rod buried up my ass and continued to rely on his brute strength to pin me to the bed. It seemed like an eternity before he pulled out, and when he did, it felt like he was sucking the guts out of me. I screamed in agony. "Fucking hurt, Boy, didn't it? I'm gonna give you a choice I don't give many of my bitches. You can either learn to take it up the ass or suck me off. When I pull that sock out of your mouth, you're gonna tell me which it is. Got that? A word to the wise, Shithead. If you get to screaming and hollering, you're dead meat, Boy. Your pussy'll never again be suitable for man nor beast alike. I'll see to that." I lay there panting, thinking hard. My ass was screaming as the pain had not subsided. He removed the sock from my mouth, and after about thirty seconds he asked me, "What's it gong to be, Boy? Blow Job? Or you gonna be a real man and take my cock?" I thought about all the crazy things that I'd done—hitchhiked round the world, flown in a balloon, skied in the Alps—all with my father's money. I'd done it all. Or, rather, he had. Yet none of that compared to what I was doing at that instant. None of that had challenged me so that I could test my mettle. I thought of all the macho dudes I'd been brought up with, and all petty shit they'd done to prove their manhood. But I guarantee you that none of them had been through what I just had experienced: none of them had given in completely to another man who'd used his ass—without regard to mutilation, pain or STDs. I was being asked whether I'd had enough; or if I were man enough to take the next step. I honestly didn't know, but I looked him in the eye. "Please, Sir, make me your bitch." I lay my head face down upon the mattress. There was no turning back. "That's my Boy," and the next thing I knew he rammed his cock back in, up to his pubes. I screamed again, but, without the sock, into the pillow. He pulled out quickly, but not all the way; and once again buried his rod as deeply as it would go. The torment was excruciating, but at least it didn't come as a complete surprise. He no longer held his cock in me, but rammed It in until he bottomed, and then withdrew, repeating the agonizing cycle over and over again. With each new thrust my innards were brutally tossed aside to make way for his encroaching tool. I clenched my fists and screamed into the mattress, until—eventually—unable to catch my breath, I whimpered like a baby. After a couple of minutes, my man cunt just gave up and acceded to the throbbing pole hammering my butt. I lay there motionless, near complete exhaustion. The pain subsided to a throbbing soreness. It hurt like hell, but at least it wasn't the stabbing, lightning agony like when I'd first been violated. I lay there grunting like a pig, drool seeping from the corners of my mouth. "Get the fuck up Boy. Come over to the mirror so you can see that ass of yours." He led me to the bedroom door which had a full-length mirror. I looked exhausted. My face was red with the tears still drying on my cheeks. My hair was a mess from being pulled. My cock was as soft as his was big. "Get on your hands and knees and face your pussy to the door." I was presented with an image of my bare butt, red as a beet. Martin shoved two fingers up my hole. After his cock, I could barely feel his digits; and my cunt looked bruised and purple. No longer was it the succinct tight, little hole that showed no sign of opening. It was capable of taking two huge fingers easily (and, later, I discovered, a whole fist). "Now watch this, Baby." He inserted his massive cock up my rectum. I must admit I was fascinated by the sight of it disappearing into my innards. It still hurt, but not as much as earlier. A burning sensation—but that was it. He pumped my pussy a couple of times and completely pulled out. I was amazed to see that my ass did not close up. It remained distended an inch or so, and I could even see the redness of my ass walls. Instinctively I clenched my muscles and my pussy closed up, but not fully. Soon as I had tightened up, he rammed it back in. It was easier when he kept it in me, but he kept plowing in and out. Somehow, without any conscious effort, my asshole had learned to accommodate his cock. It was almost hypnotic—watching his huge meat disappear into my insides over and over again. This went on for several minutes until Martin, appearing bored, pulled out. He left, and I collapsed wearily on the bed. I reached down and felt my pussy. It was sore, but not too bad. I put three fingers in and felt around. I was relieved that there was nothing on my fingers but the slimy pink-stained lube of the KY. I thought for sure I'd been bleeding more than that. I smelled my fingers—nothing but the aroma of butt juice and lube. It was fortunate that I hadn't eaten; and, just by chance, was clean down there. **JAKE** The door opened. It wasn't Martin, but his roommate Jake. He was still wearing just boxer shorts and had a beer in hand. "Martin had to tend to business. Said I should entertain you." He pulled off his boxers. Even though he had a huge belly, it did not conceal the Monster Dick that swung beneath it. It was at least as long as Martin's, but grotesquely thick. Every time I see a beer can, I'm reminded of that shaft. I sat up, but fat Jake pushed me back and lay down on top of me. Once again I adjusted to having a big man on me. But instead of looking down at sheets, I was gazing up directly into the puss of an unshaven, ugly man twice my age. "Martin said you been real good. You did as you were told. He said he got that ass of yours ready for my dick." Leaning forward, he kissed me. Before I could respond his tongue slid down my throat, exploring my oral cavity. He reeked of cigarettes and beer. I turned away. He was revolting. I got nauseous. Before I knew it, another palm come crashing across my brow. "Stop fighting me. If need be, I'll beat the crap outta you. I mean it. Got that?" His slap hurt not as much as Martin's, but it got my attention; and I realized that I couldn't get out of doing what he wanted. "You gonna be a good Boy?" "Yes, Sir." "OK, we're gonna have some fun now, ain't we, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." Once again his lips pressed mine. Once again I realized that I was dealing with someone who was in control, and I was not. His tongue pressed in. Even though he smelled of cigarettes and beer, I had to reciprocate. That was all he needed. He shifted into high gear, invading my ears, nostrils, face and lips. My neck and head were slickened with saliva. My oral and aural cavities filled up with spit. Just as when I was being fucked, I slowly adjusted to the heinous assault. I opened up as wide as possible so he could put as much of him in me as he wanted. I pushed my tongue past his teeth and slithered around inside his nasty mouth. I'd never kissed anyone so passionately. All of my prior kissing had been dry by comparison; and there I was, with this guy's spit all over me, and loving it. He pulled back briefly to inspect my mug, and there were ropes of saliva dangling from his lips. He descended on me again, and I became his willing receptacle. From the corner of my eye, I watched the mirror. I saw and felt the huge nude man spit in my mouth, which only heightened my desire. I wrapped my arms around him until my hands were sliding up and down his sweaty back. I dared to taste the sweat that dripped into my mouth—raunchy—and I loved it. Tentatively, then aggressively, I licked and swallowed. I ran my tongue across his lips, sucking off and swallowing great ropes of spit. He stuck out his tongue, encouraging me; and I sucked him like a lollipop. "Open up those legs, Boy. Let me in." I spread my limbs apart. He reached down and grabbed one leg and hoisted it to his shoulder. Then the other—till my knees were pressed back to the mattress. I'd toyed around with being a gymnast when I was younger, and was still nimble and able to stretch my legs back to that position. My ass was pointed toward the ceiling, at an angle that gave him total access to my hole. Although he didn't ask, I wrapped my arms around my knees and held them there. He leaned back to assess the subjugated, vanquished boy who once again was willing to submit his ass to any cock. "Oh yeah, Boy, you lean real quick. You know what Daddy wants, don't you?" "YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE MARTIN DID?" "Yep. I wanna fuck that hole real bad. You want me to do it, don't you, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." I glanced over at the mirror and saw myself. I pulled on my knees still harder so that my ass shot even higher in the air. I wanted to give up my ass to this fat fucker any way he wanted. The name of the game was complete and utter subjugation, regardless of the consequences. "JUST FUCK ME, DADDY! USE MY HOLE!" He quickly closed the gap between us. He found the lube and stroked it over his thick shaft. He applied some to my hole, which had largely dried-up and was becoming at most sticky. He finger-fucked me. If it hadn't been for Martin, the thickness of his digits would have hurt, but my ass was now used to being busted, and it popped open, allowing him to insert another finger and another. "Yer ass is nice and warmed up." He inserted a fourth finger. The last one hurt a little, but my man cunt didn't offer much resistance. In only seconds all four fingers were plying my used hole. Because I had pulled my knees behind my head, my ass was already high enough so he could press his turgid cock against my quivering pussy. "You're one hot bitch, Boy; so I'm gonna give you what you deserve." My ass was once more torn asunder by a monster tool. It felt as if a baseball bat had been rammed up my anus. A grunt escaped my lips. "There you go, Baby. Now you got it," he said as he lowered his body on top of mine. "Open up that ass, kid. Give it to Daddy, n' Daddy's got a gift for you." He let his body relax on top of mine, which caused his dick to inch-in deeper. My hole had already been stretched to the limit, and once again I was having to rearrange my innards to accommodate an unnaturally large rod. Grunting like an animal, I didn't feel human anymore. I was a piece of meat to be devoured by this rapacious man. Instead of repelling the invasion, I pulled even harder on my knees, driving my ass further up his shaft. I wanted to get his cock in as deep as possible, no matter what the consequences. Two more inches plunged into me. I moaned uncontrollably. His face was near enough for me to once more taste his Spit, and I lifted my head and pressed my mouth and lips to his. Wildly, insanely, he plowed my butt as well, until finally I felt his pubes and balls smash against my cunt. He pistoned my hole at a surprising rate—considering how out of shape he was. He was no longer kissing me, but, mere inches from my face, stared directly into my eyes—a countenance of loathsome lust devoid of tenderness and love. He knew his cock was splitting me apart. He slowed his pace to tease me, then, without warning, slammed in deep into my bowels. The pain of impalement was both stupefying and exhilarating. "Want me to cum in you, Baby?" "You can cum wherever you want." "Maybe you want me to cum in your mouth. Maybe you'd like to eat this load of mine." I had never had cum in my mouth before; and, frankly, the idea was disgusting-but I knew I'd let him if he wanted. "Cum in my mouth if you want to." He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and fucked me harder. Breathing became difficult, but I inhaled as I got used to the cyclic rhythm of his pounding. "Ahhhhhhh, Shit!" He ripped his cock out of my ass, causing me to scream. He pinched his dick head hard, and crawled up the bed, straddling my chest with his huge thighs. "FUCKIN' EAT IT, BOY!" Inches from my face he unpinched his cock. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue to accept what was my destiny. A stream of thick white goo shot out of his shaft. It didn't land in my mouth, but on my right cheek and dribbled down my neck. The second shot hit my tongue. Instinctively I closed my mouth, and a third volley splattered on my nose and chin. I opened up again; and when I did, he pushed his rod into my orifice, and shot three more loads of jizm down my throat. I craved to have his shit in me. I wanted all his body fluids: his piss, his spit, his crap, his jizm. If he had any STDs I wanted them. What other boy was more deserving? If he had AIDS I prayed I'd get that, too. He was a dream cum true. I gulped down one load, and then another. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth to make sure that I was getting all his nasty venom. I kept on swallowing till I was gulping mostly my own spit, but I could still taste his acrid jizm, which adhered to my esophagus. I scooped up his cum from my neck and cheek, and sucked off my fingers. There was a long stringy gob of cum dangling from his piss slit, so I licked his dick head and cleaned-up the cum. He brought his cock closer, and I bathed his shaft with spit. When I had finished cleaning his dick, I closed my eyes and waited for the fat slob to get off me. Because my legs had been pinned behind me, I d begun to cramp from being crunched up so long. I was thinking about the need to stretch, when a stab of pain shot up my rectum. **THE FAMILY** "Hey, Little Buddy, forget about me? Did Jake here fuck that ass of yours? I think he did because your pussy is one loose mother fucker now." "Oh yeah, he took it good and hard, didn't even fight me. You trained him well. He even swallowed my load—the little whore. You could sell that piece of ass real easy." Jake pulled on his boxers. As he closed the door behind him, he reiterated, "You could get good money for him, you know." Martin pulled me to him, my legs resting on his shoulders; and I was hardly aware of the cock up my ass, 'til he once more slammed in to the hilt. I felt the huge tool tear into my sore man cunt. "I ain't finished with you, boy. I ain't cum yet." He began to slam-fuck me hard as he could. All I could do was grip the mattress and hang on. His face once again assumed an ugly snarl, as though he reveled in the damage he was doing. "You're all mine, ain't you, boy?" He was dead serious. "Yes, Sir. I'll do whatever you want." He continued to slam dunk his cock into me. "I got myself a business, and you'd fit in real good. Got another boy I pimp, but he's gettin' worn out. AIDS is takin' its toll, and he's ready for retirement. Could use some fresh meat like yourself. You could make good money, and have some fun besides." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The guy wanted me to sell my body. Earlier in the day I'd just wanted to get out of the house cause I was bored; and here I was—on my back, legs in the air, a poz cock up my ass—and a pimp suggesting I become a prostitute. I couldn't think. He hadn't stopped slamming up my ass, and I was once again enraptured with the pain. "Don't know" I managed to stutter. "Well think about it. When you're laying home in bed tonight, alone and cold, remember how my dick felt up your ass. With your boyish looks, you could make a mint. Gotta strike while the iron is hot and you're young and healthy and still got it." He pulled his Dick out all the way. "YOU LIKE COCK A LOT, DON'T YOU, BOY?" He slammed back in. "YEAH!" I screamed as he plowed my ass. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME!" I meant every word. I wasn't the same youth who had walked into that restroom to take a leak a couple hours before. I'd become a dirty little slut who craved getting fucked. It didn't matter what the Johns looked like—how old or how fat. All I cared about was sucking cock all day, and taking loads all night. Martin smiled. He knew he had turned me into his dirty little whore. "I'll give you my number, and when you get over the flu, call me. Call me everyday at four. If I got work for you, you get your ass here. Got that?" "Yeah, I promise." "Good. We got a deal then. Now just hold on and let daddy cum." He began a torrid rhythmic fuck and his eyes glazed over as had his roomie's. A minute later his breathing grew tempestuous. "OH FUCK, YEAH! I'M GONNA POP MY NUTS, BOY! HERE CUMS MY JIZM, CUNT!" He pumped furiously. "OH, YEAH! OH, YEAH!" I felt his noxious seed infiltrate my pussy. The new me wanted every drop of his, and I pushed outward with my ass like I was taking a shit, knowing that would open my cunt even more to his sick jizm. "Yeah, Baby! Open that man cunt! You're one good fuck!" He pulled out and wiped his cock off on my face. Re-aiming his hard tool at my pussy, he plunged in again. "Let my spooge work its magic on you. Let me grind it in you nice and deep—so it'll molder and fester. You'd like that, wouldn't you—to become a member of the Family?" I nodded my assent, not understanding the ramifications of his words—not really caring, either. I heard a slurping sound as he plowed my butt. He pumped a couple of times, and with each thrust I could hear his cum gurgle in my innards. It was so fucking nasty, but it turned me on so much. "Now get over here and clean me off. You do this for every trick who cums in you, and they'll tip you good." I grabbed his slimy member and took him down my throat. To my satisfaction I was able to remember how to curb my gag reflex. I wrapped my lips tight about his shaft and sucked what precious little remaining venom I could harvest, deep-throating him to make sure that I had ingested all the toxin to be had. He pulled out, though I tried to hang onto him long as I could. I didn't want him out of me; but, obviously, he'd had enough. "Get your clothes on," he commanded, as he got dressed. When I got off the bed, I realized how sore I was. Not surprisingly my ass muscles were particularly fatigued and tense. I would need a good stretch when I got out of there. Even though my jock strap was wet with spooge and sweat, and my ass was leaking cream, I pulled on my shorts, wondering as I dressed, if this scenario would be repeated with each new trick. I supposed it would. I found my shirt and sat down on the bed. My butt throbbed, evoking memories of the thrashing I'd taken. I was reluctant to clench my rectal muscles, but knowing that if I didn't close my hole, the roomies' jizm would leak out, I squeezed my anus, and notwithstanding the pain, tightened up my hole. My poor pussy had been distended for so long, getting It back in virgin shape was not going to happen over night, if ever. I walked stiffly to the living room. Jake was on the couch, watching TV, the volume turned up really loud. He grabbed the remote and turned it down. "How's that ass, Boy? Get more than what you bargained for?" He turned back to the screen, ignoring me. Martin entered and held out a shred of paper. "Here's my number. Now get on home, and call here every day at four P.M. when you get over the flu. Comprehende?" What flu, I wondered? I felt fine—sore and tired—but, otherwise, pretty good. I stuck the paper in my pocket. "I'll call. I promise." I lied, not sure if I would call or not. I wanted to get out of there. The reality of how I'd been transformed had not yet sunk in. "Be sure to keep in touch. And if you tell anyone about this, you and I are gonna have some words. And I don't think you wanna have words with me." "Yeah. I won't tell. I promise." I meant it. There was no way I was going to discuss the last few hours with anyone, admitting my complicity, let alone that I was seriously considering becoming a male whore. I didn't even have a gay friend to share it with. Who could I tell? He walked me to the door. "Walk two blocks east and catch a cab. Got money on you?" "Yeah. I have $40. It should only take a $10 or $20 to get home." "Give me $20. From now on, you share half of everything you got with me. Might as well start now." I gave him one of my two $20's. "You learn quick, Boy. Gonna be a pleasure workin' with ya. Now get the fuck outta here, and call me when you get over the flu." Again I wondered what he was talking about. I didn't stick around to ask. I walked out the door into the stairwell; and before you could say "jackrabbit," he closed the door behind me. I stood there in a daze. For the past two hours I'd practically been raped, and in the end had given him half my money. What the fuck was wrong with me? The soreness in my ass made walking awkward. I headed east and hailed a cab. The past few hours were the most pivotal of my life. I'd been transformed into someone I didn't think was possible—a guy who'd complacently given up his body to a two sadistic faggots, and let them do with him as they wished—a guy who'd obligingly sucked cock, got fucked, and took their toxic jizm up his ass and down his throat—and who wanted it! I could forget all this had happened. I could call the cops and claim that I'd been raped. But I wouldn't do that. Thankfully, when I got home my parents were nowhere to be found. I went in the bathroom and stared into the mirror. I was surprised I'd even been able to get a taxi. My face was still bright red where they'd slapped me. My hair was a mess and sticky. Apparently a shot or two had landed in my tresses. My ass was red and swollen. The welts would last for days. Thank God I could conceal that from my parents. I could make up some lame excuse about my face—that I had gotten in a friendly tussle with a buddy. my jockstrap was dirty, but I doubted mom would notice as it gets quite dirty when I sweat. Overall, no one had to know what had happened, and what would likely happen in the future, except Martin, Jake, and me. I hopped in the shower and massaged my anus. I got a sudden urge to take a dump. I rushed out of the shower and sat down quickly on the can. I had a minor case of gas and diarrhea. I felt the excrement egest my man cunt, accompanied by several soundless farts. When I reached down to wipe my ass, I was surprised to find no trace of brown. I saw clumps of white floating in the bowl. So that's what happens what someone fucks you! I stuck a finger in my Hole and felt around. It came out slimy pink; my fingertip was jizz-covered. I raised my digit to my lips and sucked it clean. I finished my shower, put on my robe, and climbed gingerly in bed. A horrible thought occurred to me. I raced into the bathroom and retrieved my shorts. I found the paper with Martin's number on it. I put the paper on my desk. That little shred of cellulose was my salvation, my only concrete link to what, in time, I would become.

What I love about your work, other than the very hot sex, is that the really bad guys (see Drax for instance in Last Known Address) usually get what’s coming to them.

Ive cum to this posting so many times over the years. Thanks for it. Awesome.

Yes, it does matter. I have absolutely no desire for a larger than average dick. As was said above, as long as it can get in me, and it can leave a load inside, I’m happy with it. Unfortunately, sometimes guys with big dicks, are total dicks themselves. Give me average or smaller any day.

Chapter 17 The Kid did a great job of drenching the Pig. We know he had drank some of that mess and had it all over his face and chest. It smelled pretty bad. The Pig was placed on the fuck bench and strapped on it. At the same time the Kid was released from the Sling The Kid was helped up and after he was able to stand guys were looking. Here was a Kid that looked like a teenager that had been slammed, given who knows how many booty bumps, Had multiple chem piss load shot up his ass and down his throat, and had a raging 7” boner. This Kid was truly a gem. A guy said “ You can get even if you want, rape that Pig’s asshole. With that the Kid walked over and gave the Pig a couple hard swats on the ass cheeks. He grabbed the plug and twisted it some. The Pig stared to say something then stopped. I guess he figured that telling someone to stop would only make it worse. He was right. The Kid reached under the Pig to feel his cock, he looked surprised and said “ You sure this is a guy? I don’t feel a cock ?” We all laughed at that. The Kid asked “ Can I fuck him? “. Everyone started saying yes, and piss in him if you can. The Kid reached for the plug and tugged on it. He said “ Feels like it is stuck “. Someone said “ Rip out of the Pigs hole “. With that the Kid grabbed it and pulled it hard. It popped out of the hole and left it gaping. The Kid looked around and got a devilish smile on his face. He reach over to a pile of shards, grabbed a big one and with two fingers he thrust it up the Pigs open drooling hole. The pig didn’t say much at first then that well known burn hit him. Even stretched and abused as his ne cunt was he could feel it. He went up and all he said was “ FUCK ! “ the Kid replied with “ If you insist “. He shoved his cock in the Pig’s ass. The Kid said “ He is really loose, my girl friends cunt is tighter than this”. The Kid stated piston fucking the Pig. He had a got rhythm going when he said I can’t get off, he is to loose. Someone walked up behind and put four fingers in the Pig’s cunt with the Kid’s cock. The Kid said “ Oh yeah. That is much better “. The Kid started breathing harder and then said “ Take my load you sexless Pig”. The thrust forward and stayed still. The guy with the fingers up the pig also said “ I can feel him shooting in the Pigs ass, He is really throbbing hard, filling him up “. I knew that between the party a couple weeks ago and tonight the kid was probably shooting a toxic load up the Pig’s ass. I was hoping that this would be the first of many conversions that the Kid could own. The Kid pulled out and you could see the cum running down the Pigs legs. He was a mess. We untied the Pig and he started up the steps. He hesitated for a moment looking back, someone told him to go to the showers and get cleaned up. The also said “ There is a guy up there named Frank. He will be in the dark area. If you need more look for him, he will take care of you “. I didn’t know Frank was still alive or there for that much. The Kid saw me and my friend and came over, knelt down in front of us and stared taking turns sucking our cocks. He looked up at me and said “ I hope your still going to invite me to your next party .” All I thought was, are you kidding? Your training is not quite done yet. I said “ You still have a bit to learn, and yes, you will be invited “. I shot my last load of the night down the Kid’s throat. I got cleaned up in the showers and I thought I heard the Pig moaning but I wasn’t sure. I headed home for the night, it was already past 4am. I checked the Kid later in the week and asked him how it went after I left. He said he never came again but got several more loads up his ass and left the bath house at about 5m the next day. At least that is what time he thought it was. He said that it got slow and no one wanted to play anymore. All the guys there were older bottoms and that he was tired and couldn’t get off anymore. He did say he blew on more load up a guy’s ass but he had no idea who it was. He said that hi girl friend came back in town and the first night she was over they fucked all night. I told him to let me know in a couple weeks I he wanted to come to the next party, he said he wanted to and would check with me for the day and time. I thought there might be a couple things to try on him yet. The End I hope everybody has enjoyed this segment of the Kids story.

------- Chapter 5.3 - Fuckin On The Job ------- His phone buzzed and then buzzed again and again. "What the fuck? Joe muttered as he laid in bed Saturday morning. "Probably Mark sending me stupid cat videos or pics of hot guys I can never fuck" Joe thought. He rolled away from Kyle and picked up his phone and took a look at the first message. It was a pic, alright. But one of his college wrestling coach with a dick on his face. The next message was text and it said "You old coach really loves cock", followed by several more compromising pics. Then "fyi he swallows" and lastly "greedy cumdump. got 3 loads when we left." Joe was confused why Aaron was sending him these pics. He was supposed to be driving Ric around. "WTF?" he sent back. "Your friend and his buddy are sick fucks" then "In a good way" and then "We tagged ur coach for you ;)" Aaron replied. A few minutes later another message came in from Aaron "use pix if u want but clear my info first. burn the mofo!" An hour later he got another message from Dennis. "7 loads in ur old coach b4 he took off." Joe was now intrigued. He sent a message back to Dennis "Whats goin on? got msg from Aaron 2" Dennis replied "Ric set up tag team at ABS. Btm was ur wrestling coach" followed by "I told a few of ur friends n they wanted revenge for what he did to u" and then "Me, Tony, Derrick, Luis, Juan, Steven, and a hot black swimmer bred his ass. Not sure who did him b4 I got there. Ric, Aaron, Nick for sure. more guys showed up after coach left" Joe laughed to himself. As much as he wanted to do something like that himself, he never thought Ric would do it for him. His little bro had his back. -- Ric laid down on the bed once they got back to the room. He was exhausted and a little sore. Aaron and Nick were on the other bed and Aaron couldn't keep quiet anymore. "I sent the pics I got to Joe. I hope you don't mind. I told him what we did, too" Aaron said, with a huge grin on his face. Crawling over to the other bed, he showed Ric the text conversation. Ric laughed before replying "I guess I can't surprise him then. I hope Joe's not pissed that we did it instead of him. Thanks for getting the pics. I got a short video too. That was a lot of fun." Ric thought about the whole morning and smiled, adding "I hope that coach is not on prep and all those loads knock his ass up. Do you know who that guy was that went into the booth after me? He was a sexy fucker. I tried to warn him..." "That was Juan. He's from the club. Dennis passed the word around about what we were up to and several guys wanted to join in and he was one" Aaron explained. "Club?" Ric asked and several seconds later realized which club. Pointing to his biohazard tat, he asked "This club?" "Yeah dummy. That club. And you're the genius going to college" Aaron replied, laughing. "So more guys fucked him after we left?" Ric asked. "Yeah, I don't know how many more. I was just sitting there watching your hot body get more ink" Aaron replied. A few moments later Aaron asked "What did I hear about a porn star?" Ric chuckled before replying "I guess just about everyone knows now. I did a couple porn videos out in California. They tried to obscure my identity, but more and more guys are recognizing me. That was one reason for the new tattoos. Now I look different and hopefully won't get tied to those videos any more." "Fuck, that's cool. Did you do anyone famous?" Nick asked. "The first one was famous, the other three weren't. The first one was fun, the second one sucked and the others were good. Anyway, that's all in the past" Ric said. He looked over and Aaron and Nick were making out again. He leaned his head back and was sound asleep in seconds. Ric woke to the sounds of Nick plowing into Aaron. He looked over and could tell that Aaron was enjoying his boyfriend fucking him. Ric wondered how long they had been together and still loved to fuck each other. He enjoyed fucking all of his friends and a few he was closer to, but they were still just friends. Ric watched Nick get closer to orgasm and the smile on Aaron's face grow. Nick was still plowing Aaron when there was a tap at the door, the lock opened and then the door. Dennis stood there with a nervous looking guy about Ric's age in a hotel uniform. Dennis pushed the guy into the room. "Fuck!" Nick said before pulling his hard shaft out of Aaron's hole. "I brought you guys a treat. Jay here thinks it's OK to fuck while working. I caught him in a storage room getting fucked by one of his friends. If staff gets nailed on the clock, then it better be by a guest or management. It looked like a bad fuck too. Show him how it's supposed to be done" Dennis said. Ric could see fear in Jay's face as he looked around the room. Dennis' expression was more devious. "I have to work another hour. Have fun with him until I get back" Dennis said before turning to Jay and telling him "No stains on the uniform or you will really be screwed." Aaron and Nick were standing there naked, licking their lips while Ric walked closer. The door clicked shut as Ric stopped in front of Jay. "Ever had three guys at once?" Ric asked. "Nnnnnooo" Jay replied nervously. Ric chuckled. "Its easy. First guy opens you up and lubes you with a nice load of cum and then the others can just slide on in" Ric said softly. He felt Aaron and Nick come closer. "Nnnnoo... No cum. I only play safe" Jay replied, glancing between the three guys. Ric's hand unbuttoned the tight uniform pants, letting them drop down. He squeezed Jay's cock through his briefs with one hand and rubbed over his ass with the other. "This is a condom free room. I'm sure Dennis will be very disappointed if there isn't at least a little cum dripping down your leg when he gets back" Ric continued. Aaron and Nick were now standing on either side of Jay, helping him out of his uniform. Ric pushed his sweats and jockstrap off and the four were all naked a minute later. Six hands pushed Jay to his knees and he looked back and forth at the three stiff shafts in front of him. "Come on, Jay. I know this isn't the first time you've been in this position. You know what to do" Aaron said. "I... I know. But this one has a scary tattoo above it and this one has the same one on it... Let me try yours first" Jay said, visibly shaking as he leaned forward and began to lick over Aaron's cock. Ric looked down and saw the dark black biohazard on the top of Nick's cock. "Damn, that's hot. I bet it hurt like a motherfucker" Ric whispered to Nick. Nick nodded back with a grin. Aaron let Jay lick and suck a minute, before putting his hand behind Jay's head to give him a little encouragement. He laughed to himself as he saw his bio tat hovering over Jay's head. Ric waited a few minutes and then gave Aaron a nudge. He let go of Jay's head and pushed him over to Ric. Jay started out tentatively, but soon had the larger cock in his mouth. The longer he sucked, the more relaxed Jay got but was still only able to get half of Ric's cock in his mouth. It was just too thick to take any deeper without gagging. Nick was getting impatient and finally pulled Jay's head over to his leaking cock. Jay made three passes, sucking each cock before getting moved to the next one. Nick only let him suck a few minutes on his third turn before he pulled Jay to his feet and pushed him toward the bed. "Your buddy fuck you doggy or missionary?" Nick asked. "Uh... ummm... I was bent over some boxes" Jay replied, his voice trembling. "Ah, OK. On your back then. I prefer that anyway so I can see a guy's face while I breed him" Nick said with an evil grin. Jay laid on the bed and paused as he watched Ric and Aaron come closer. Slowly he lifted his legs, but not fast enough for Nick. He grabbed each ankle and pushed them back until his cock was pointing right at Jay's quivering hole. "Condom... Please use a condom" Jay begged. Nick chuckled and pressed his bare cock hard against the tight, dry ring. "We told you. It's a condom free room" Nick said. Jay cried out as Nick's cock tried to squeeze inside, aided only by some spit and a little precum. After several tries, the head broke through and Nick forced his way deeper. Jay squirmed and kept yelling as the jolts of pain ripped through his body. "Damn I love watching that tat disappear inside a guy's pussy. If your buddy had bred you, all that cum would help me slide in easier. I'll give you some more spit this time, but you need to be better prepared next time. And for fuck sake, relax that hole" Nick said. He pulled his cock out quickly, spit two gobs on Jay's hole and one on the end of his cock and shoved back in. "FUCK!" Jay yelled out while Nick started to plow in and out. "Once word gets out in the hotel, I'm sure this hole is gonna get a lot looser" Nick said, drilling harder. Aaron whispered in Ric's ear "Fuck me while Nick opens him up. Just don't cum." Ric laughed as Aaron bent over the bed next to Jay. He stood next to Nick and drooled some saliva over Aaron's hole to mix with the precum Nick had leaked into him earlier. Ric felt Aaron relax his hole and with only a little effort was past his outer ring. The hole seemed to suck the first two thirds of his cock in before Aaron gave a few flexes around the shaft. Ric began to drive in and out of Aaron's hole, feeling the moist sleeve gently grip his cock. He looked over and Nick gave him a wink, wordlessly telling him he liked watching Ric fuck his boyfriend. Jay was still groaning with each stroke of Nick's cock, making it clear there still wasn't enough lube inside him. Almost ten minutes after he first entered Jay, Nick started to thrust quickly. "Pull out... Pull OUT!" Jay now begged and got nothing but a sneer from Nick. Seconds later, Nick let out a chuckle followed by two grunts before he started to shoot his toxic seed into Jay's gut. "See, doesn't that feel better with all my cum soothing your sore cunt and soaking in?" Nick asked. A moment later he added "Now it's my boyfriend's turn, cuz there's not enough lube in there for you to take Ric, yet." Ric took that as his cue and dragged his cock out of Aaron's chute. Aaron stood up and whispered to Ric "Fuck that felt good. I'm lookin forward to a lot more later." He slid into Jay's waiting hole only a few moments after Nick pulled out. Almost immediately he was plowing into the hole, getting more groans from Jay. There may have been more lube in his hole, but the damage Nick had done still gave Jay considerable pain. Nick was surprised when Ric started licking over his still hard cock shortly after he was out of Jay's ass. Ric moaned loudly as his tongue cleaned Nick's cock. By the time he finished savoring the creamy mixture, Aaron was pounding Jay's battered hole. Jay kept begging and pleading for him to "stop" or "slow down" or "don't cum in him," but Aaron ignored him. His thrusts got harder, if anything. He'd fucked longer than Nick, but soon he was nearing the point of no return. His grunts competed with Jay's screams until he buried his cock in and fired off his toxic bullets into another victim. Ric smiled as he watched the pink cum dribble out of Jay's ass on to the floor. He put his hand over Jay's mouth and pushed into the tortured hole. "Shit... three fucks, two loads and he's still struggling to take my dick anywhere near as good as you did, Aaron" Ric said, grinning back at Aaron and Nick. Jay squirmed and tried to pull away from Ric's intrusion, but Ric held him tight. A few hard plunges later and Jay just whimpered while Ric continued to drive into the abused hole. Minutes later, it seemed that Jay had given up his fight and while Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock into Jay, that's all he needed. His fuck with Aaron earlier had gotten him close and Jay's quivering, cum filled hole was quickly getting him the rest of the way. Ric heard the door open and close, but was too engrossed in breeding Jay to bother to look back. He grunted a few times and bent over Jay, pushing his legs back, before his cock started to pulse. Each throb pumped more viral seed into Jay's sloppy hole. Ric stared at Jay, seeing the panic in his eyes. He knew Jay enjoyed part of the fuck, since he did moan some, but there were more times where he was in obvious pain. Ric pulled his cock out and let Jay's legs back down. He looked around and Aaron and Nick were joined by Dennis. "I heard you guys down the hall. Good thing I kept these rooms empty" Dennis said. Ric smiled back at him and said "He's all lubed up, ready for your strain." Dennis laughed "Nah, you guys probably wore him out. Besides, I don't fuck family." Everyone turned to Dennis and looked surprised. "I'm not really family since you won't marry Uncle Corey. But yeah, I'm really sore and tired. Thanks, guys. That was even hotter than I thought it would be. Do you guys think you charged me up?" Jay asked. Aaron was the first to laugh. "This was a setup, right? You wanted us to knock him up?" he asked. Dennis looked over at Jay before explaining "He's been trying to get me to do it since he found out I was poz. As I said, I won't fuck family. I also didn't think he was ready..." "Yeah, dad" Jay said, mocking Dennis' concern. "But I wanted him to experience the chase like I did, not just get pozzed by some random stranger. So... I asked him what was his fantasy pozzing. He said gangbang. I told him that wasn't very original and he'd been reading too many stories on the internet. So I set this up, knowing that Ric was going to be in town and where he is, there's always poz guys and sex. I also trust you guys to not get too crazy but also get the job done" Dennis said, tossing a butt plug to Jay. "He can stay with us a few weeks, we'll make sure he never shoots another neg load" Nick said with a chuckle. "Thanks, but I want to know if tonight was when it happened. My pussy is closed for a couple weeks" Jay said. "There's a backup plan... I have a few other guys for round two if we need it, but you'll get an invite if its required. Too bad Ric won't be around for it" Dennis said. Jay rinsed off and got dressed before he and Dennis walked out of the room, leaving the three there. They sat around and talked for a while. "You think we did it tonight? Aaron asked. "Based on what Nick's cock tasted like, he got torn up pretty good. The bug is probably swimmin in his veins right now" Ric replied. "Speaking of a bug... You owe me some" Aaron said to Ric with a devilish grin. The three guys shared a bed, taking turns swapping loads after their balls had refilled. They finally fell asleep early in the morning and were rudely awakened by a knock at the door. "Wakey Wakey!" Dakota said as he stripped his clothes off. "Someone owes me a good fuck for his bus ride last year" he said, way too cheerfully for that hour of the morning. Ric rolled off the bed and made his way half asleep over to the second bed where Dakota was standing. "Mmm, already hard and ready" Dakota said as he fell to his knees and began to suck. The more he sucked the more alert Ric became. With his cock hard and dripping spit, Dakota climbed on the bed, laying on his back. "Normally I like it doggy, but I want to look at you as you wreck my pussy" Dakota said. Ric chuckled before he pushed his cock to the well used ass. He moaned as he felt the warm loads inside the hole. "You've already been bred" Ric said, plowing faster. "Yeah, I hit the truck stop to drop a few loads and take a few before coming to work. Hope you don't mind" Dakota replied. Ric fucked harder, turning the loads into a frothy mess that was getting pushed out around his cock. Ric heard Dakota moan and Aaron snore. He laughed a moment but then put all of his attention back to Dakota. A few more minutes of pounding Dakota's ass and he felt his balls tighten. Two grunts and a groan later, his cock was shooting another charged load into Dakota's ass to join what was left of the truckers' cum. Ric pulled out and climbed on the bed on his knees. "Your turn" he said, winking. "Only can do a quick one. Gotta get to work" Dakota said. Less than five minutes later, Dakota was walking out of the room and Ric was falling back asleep with a warm load of cum in his ass. The alarm went off and the three showered before Ric packed the few things he brought in his backpack. It was quiet on the drive down until Nick said "I had this real weird dream. I was at a bathhouse and guys were all around us having sex but all I wanted to do was sleep." "Remind me never to go to a bathhouse with you" Aaron said as they pulled up to the airport terminal. (( End of Chapter 5 ))

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

Don't be so quick to give Hair Furor much credit for this. The first steps happened under his administration, but they happened without any help from his political appointees. Rather, the U.S. Preventive Services Task Force gave PrEP an "A" rating as a means of preventing disease - something not a lot of medications and treatments get - and because of that, a provision of the ACA kicked in (remember, Don the Con tried like hell to repeal the ACA and was furious that John McCain voted against the repeal). That ACA provision requires insurers to provide preventative services with an "A" rating to insurees completed covered by the plan. Trump's administration did grudgingly put forth guidance that said insurers couldn't make people pay out of pocket for it (that is, they said the primary cost had to be covered). But their guidance didn't address copays, which can be substantial - some insurers were still charging hundreds of dollars a month in copays even though it was a covered cost. It took the Biden administration to clarify - this summer - that the rule means "no copay, no fee, no nothing," which is actually what the ACA requires.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another try at a "short" story. There are 2 parts. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- It had been a crappy year so far. In April I caught my supposedly monogamous boyfriend getting tag teamed by a pair of grindr hookups. I watched him pack his shit up and even caught him trying to steal some of my stuff. I heard he couch surfed for a few weeks before he could get a place of his own. I told everyone I knew what happened and many knew he had been playing behind my back for months. I'm sure a few of them had fucked that sack of shit too. I was nearing forty, but thought I still looked good. Some of the twenty-something guys were starting to call me daddy, usually when I let my beard grow out, which just made me feel older than I was. My workout schedule was three or four times a week which kept my six foot body in good shape, toned but not built. I kept the hair on my chest trimmed and my full head of hair perfectly coiffed. When summer started and I was still in a funk, my workout buddy Chris took me out for a beer after the gym. "Ya gotta snap out of it. Stop looking for a new boyfriend, just hookup with a few guys. You might find you click with one" he said. I knew he was right. I hadn't had sex with a guy since a few days before catching my ex in the act and my hand didn't compare to having my cock buried up a guy's hole. "I know, I know. It's just hard to find a guy my age that isn't already in a relationship or isn't a complete slut. The thought of having to wrap it up to fuck after seven years of doing it bare is a turn off, too" I replied. "Get on prep if you're worried about picking up the big bug. You're gonna drive yourself mad if you stay in this rut" he replied. We hit the bar again a few weeks later, a day after I'd fucked the first guy in months. "You look a little better, but you're kind of distracted... What's up?" he asked. "I finally got laid last night, but it didn't go very well" I replied. "Not all of them do. What went wrong?" he asked. "I couldn't stay hard in the condom. The guy was about to give up but said 'try it bare. I'm on prep' so I did. God it felt so good and we fucked for over an hour. I even came in him, just like I used to do with the douchebag" I told him. "OK, I don't see why you're confused. You prefer it bare, just like ninety-nine percent of the guys out there" Chris said. "Yeah, but I don't want to catch anything, and raw fucking guys I don't know is risky. It's less of a risk if I top, but sometimes I like feeling a guy drill my brains out too" I explained. I saw a smile come over his face. "Yeah, I'm the same. But if you're worried, start prep. Or find hookups that are on it. I haven't had a rubber on my dick in over ten years. None of the guys that have fucked me have had one either. Once you go bare, you won't want to go back, as you found out" Chris said. I nodded and saw him adjust himself. He grinned back at me. "I think I know how we can help each other out" he said. That was the start of six weeks of fucking each other three days a week after our workout. Usually it was a flip fuck and neither of us would ever pull out, dumping our loads into each other without a second thought. It was strange bottoming so much after decades of topping most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to fuck like I was used to. After the third week, I'd taken more of his cum than all of the other guys combined since I started having sex in high school. It felt weird walking home from his place with his cum running down my leg but it reminded me that Chris had my cum dripping out of him, too. I started hooking up with other guys too, but since this town is ninety percent bottoms, I always topped with them. Near the end of July, Chris told me that he was going out of town for work for a month. "Did you ever go on prep?" he asked. "Nah, never got around to it. You've been keeping me busy" I replied with a chuckle. "Good time for it, now. You'll have some free time to do it. I won't be back for a couple months" he said. We met up one last time before his trip and I spent the night. While I fucked him some, most of the time I was the one getting nailed. Before I headed home, he stuffed a butt plug in and said "Don't want you lookin like a cheap whore leaving a trail of cum on your way home." Work for me got busy too, but I finally went in to start prep. "We need to do some tests first" the doctor told me. They called me in to discuss the results a few days later. "Jason, you tested positive for HIV. There's no need for prep. We are going to do some more tests to figure out how best to treat you" the doctor said, along with a thousand other things that I didn't hear. -- "I never said I was on it and you didn't ask. I got a really big Christmas gift last year and I've been sharing it. You're number seven that I know of" Chris said when I called to tell him. "What the fuck? That wasn't cool" I yelled back at him. "It's really cool, since you don't have to worry about it any more. You can go on meds, but once you charge up your first neg guy, you're going to want to do it more and more. Its such a rush!" Chris said, sounding excited for me. "You're fuckin kidding me? You want me to go out and infect unsuspecting guys like you did to me?" I said, exasperated. "Do it however you want. Fuck other poz guys, knock up some chasers, breed some prep guys or stealth some neg guys. Just do me a favor and stay off meds for a few months and see how it goes" he said, calmly. "Fuck! Now you want me to do you a favor? You're just a fuckin asshole. I hope you burn in hell" I yelled out before I hung up. The problem was, I was horny. Really horny. As good as my hand felt, I needed more. I figured that there wasn't any harm fucking other poz guys so that's what I started with. By the time I went in to talk with the doctor about my second set of tests, I'd fucked and bred a half dozen poz guys. One even flipped me over and gave me his own potent, unmedicated strain. A few days after my doctor's appointment, I was surfing and one guy sent me a message. "Hey. Think I've seen you at the Sweat Shop gym. Prep btm here, luv takin poz dick. bb only" he said. The pics in his profile looked familiar and I remembered checking him out more than once during my workouts. After a few more messages, I was convinced I wasn't going to infect him. Later that evening, my dick was buried in his ass as he begged for my toxic seed. While some of the poz guys had mentioned it while I fucked them, this guy went all out on poz talk while we fucked. I pumped a huge load in him and I don't think I'd ever seen a bottom happier to get bred. The group of guys I was now comfortable fucking was now getting larger. It was just about a month since I got the diagnosis when the first chaser messaged me. Well, the first one that seemed serious and sent more than "poz me" as a message. He was ten years younger than me, two inches shorter, smooth above the waist and hairy below. He had a nice looking uncut cock and an even better looking ass. His longish, curly hair hung over the almost shaved sides and I saw several bits of metal in his ears. There were a few tattoos scattered over his body as well, but they looked like he spent time planning them out. "You're the first neg guy I've fucked since..." I started to say as we undressed in his small apartment. "That's cool. The last guy that said he wasn't on meds was last year and either he lied or it didn't take. It's fun trying though" the guy said calmly. Calm wasn't how I was feeling. I was nervous and hoped I was going to be able to perform. After a few minutes of groping each other's naked bodies, he worked his way down until he was sucking on my now stiff cock. He was better than most guys and I kind of forgot why I was there, besides to fuck, of course. After fifteen minutes, I wanted to see if his ass felt as good as his mouth and throat. Holding his head by the hair, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it over his cheek. "I need your ass" I said softly, staring at him. He bent over the bed and I was on my knees a moment later. I was only going to spend a minute rimming him, but his ass just felt too good. My beard mingled with the hair between the mounds of firm flesh. His ring flexed while my tongue lapped over it, adding more spit to the entire crevice. Ten minutes had passed and my cock was now throbbing, needing some attention too. I stood up, surprised how hard my cock still was. I pressed the leaking tip to his spit soaked hole, wondering how I could even think about doing what I was about to do. Pushing a little harder, I heard Chris' comment from a few weeks earlier about knocking up a neg guy rattling around my head. "Aahhh fuck yeah..." the chaser moaned as my cock drove slowly into him. His chute felt good wrapping around my cock and when I bottomed out, he gave a firm squeeze with his ass muscles. My cock was leaking more than usual and soon his hole was really slick. It let me pound him harder and at one point I grabbed his hair and pulled it back before slamming in. While I ground my hips against his ass I whispered in his ear "Ready to get pozzed?" "Oh god yeah... Please breed me full of your bug... I want it so bad!" he cried out. His ring clamped down harder with each phrase, trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I could only thrust in a dozen more times before I began to shoot. The moan he let out told me how much he loved getting filled with my virus enhanced load. After the last pulse, I plowed his ass a few more minutes, churning up the cum inside him and hopefully pushing it deeper. Whether he felt as excited when he converted or when he tested positive, I would probably never know. After a short rest, I drilled him again until my cum needed to escape and help try and end his chase. He was a fun guy to fuck and when we finished told me he was very eager for a repeat. I spent the next 17 days breeding him until I showed up and his body was on fire. We only had a quick fuck that night and I left him passed out with one big load inside. I texted Chris and said "ur right. big rush when first one converts." A rational guy would have thought that once he'd experienced pozzing a guy it was enough and he should start medication to get himself undetectable. That's not what I did. Just like Chris had told me, I wanted more.

A guy who has a special appreciation for black men. Not sure of the origin, but there are both Queen and Jack versions. I think maybe it started with MF cuck couples, but gay men have also adopted it. My husband and I don’t exclusively play with black men, but we do have an extra attraction for them.

You're right @iman2004, thought I'd share some additional information for those outside of the UK: AIDSmap is a UK charity that "works to change lives by sharing information about HIV & AIDS." [think before following links] https://www.aidsmap.com/ I did a search for "brain function" on their website and these are the results, some interesting reads: [think before following links] https://www.aidsmap.com/archive?keyword=brain+function

Ah yeah, the timeless question of "gaydar". 😃 I think it exists in some people that they're perceptive or have a sense of whether someone has those tendencies. Now I'm neither the most effeminate or masculine guy, I've asked women and they don't perceive me as being bi or gay, but even with that, I've had guys hit on me in all sorts of settings (one even hit on me at Disney World and we were friends for many years afterward, but never sexually) ever since I was about 17-18. So somehow those guys sensed or 'knew' that I was bi. I wish I had an answer because unless there are obvious signs that someone is hitting on me or openly flirting, I can't tell, but I'm fairly certain others can.

Guys should do whatever they're attracted to doing, as long as they're not harming others. If a self-imposed contrivance seems appropriate, great - have at it. There may be fewer Holes in the fuckjoints for a while, but to me, that only means that the Holes that are there will get more Sperm pumped up their guts than they otherwise would. For some reason, the old phrase "tempest in a teapot" comes to mind ....

Yes, absolutely. Fucking awesome feeling to be opened up and wet while fucking a pussy.

Had a great fuck-and-seed time with my 30 yo Vietnamese pigson! We did the usual 69 and rim ass. We sucked each other cocks. I entered his hole after rimming it (no lube even!). Got to tongue his smooth body all over. He sucked on my daddy cock. He fucked my ass sideways and came in me. He felched out my ass so I could taste his cum. I cleaned off his cock with cum still on it! HOT! He went back to sucking my cock and kept adding more fingers into my cum-filled hole. I came in his mouth! Hot evening! Win-win for both!

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Yes, a jock is a good sign but I prefer to be more explicit because too many guys wear jocks. Because I like getting a room I place some signs that glow in the dark in my room that leave no doubt that I'm a bottom. Usually the signs say things like "Cumdump" or "Cream My Hole" and when I visit bathhouses in Montreal, signs in French such as "Trou à fourrer" ("Hole to be filled", or something like that). I was once at sauna GI-Joe in Montreal where I have placed a French sign and after fucking me and breeding me he admitted to me that the sign was what made him come into my room. Many guys get turned-on by a slutty hole, even bottoms.

Nice! That’s the way to do it! I’d take your load any day!

I think a lot of sex clubs are having a hard time staying open. Politics is part of it, hookup apps are another, but the pandemic destroyed lots of businesses. It's going to take years to get back to normal.

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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.

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."

Chad Douglas would make the short-list in my mind. I'm sure there's thicker but his thickness looks proportional to the rest of his (sexy) body.

Folsom Gulch in SF. The offices were in the basement. Very inappropriate things went on between staff and customers! 😈☣️💉🐷

In my 20s, and even now, I've had a strong desire to be intimate with my own father. At times, I've felt dirty about it and try to put it in the back of my mind, but I also cannot find the strength to ignore it. My father and I were close when I was a kid, but when my parents divorced and he began seeking other women, we sometimes didn't always see eye to eye on a lot of things and fought at times. I think a lot of this tension between us, even into my adult years, has somehow mentally shifted my sexual desires onto him. At the moment, I am keeping things between my father and I the way it's always been, friendly and clean. Supposedly he knows I'm gay, but I haven't built up the courage to tell him myself, even though he's mellowed out and accepts homosexuality more than he used to. I've thought about telling him in person, to see how he'd react, but always choke up. My father has always been handsome and turns women's heads. Even now, in his mid-50s, he's still attractive. I have seen my dad without a shirt on, seen him in his briefs, and when I was still living with him, had seen him naked, fresh out of the shower. Back in March 2016, we were texting and talking about how much weight he was losing and getting back into shape. I don't know what overcame me, but I asked to see a photo of what he looked like slimmer. I didn't expect him to, but he sent me a photo of himself, with his shirt off. I was surprised, and actually got hot under the collar at the sight of it. Smooth skin, beefy body, deep navel, and his nipples half-way erect. I still have the photo and get off to it periodically. Lately, as my dad has been single for several months, and plans on staying single, he's still been his usual lonely self, so we've talked over the phone a lot and hung out on occasion. I like what we're spending more time together, but I also have this urge to tell him about my sexuality, and to act on something, but also don't want to misread anything and end up in a bad predicament. A few short weeks ago, my dad came over and was in a lot of pain from his back. I had him lift the back of his shirt up so I could see how his spine was aligned and where it was hurting. I offered to give him a massage, nothing more, but he hesitated. However, he did let me put a lidocaine patch on his lower back. As my dad stepped towards my bedroom door, he undid his belt, and looked at me. I was wondering what was going to happen, but it was done just to give me enough room to put the patch on. As he turned around, with his shirt pulled up in the back, I caught sight of the top of his buttcrack, which is deep and smooth in texture. Dad was worried about me seeing it, but I told him I've seen people's buttcracks before and didn't mind. Well, as I was smoothing the patch over his skin, I gazed in awe at how much of his crack was showing and was feeling hot and tingly. My dick began to grow hard. I really wanted to pull my dad's pants down right then and there and run my tongue in his crack, but that didn't happen, yet I was still acting peculiar after putting the patch on his lower back. I'm an ass man, and my dad has a nice bubble butt (a lot of people think so). You don't know how badly I wanted to eat his ass out that day. A few days ago, my dad was over at my place again. I decided to walk out and greet him in just a bathrobe. Not sure what he was going through his mind seeing me like that, as he hasn't seen me dressed down in years. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, and I went into my room to dress as he waited in the living room. He did, however, have me lay on the floor while he popped my back, since I too have been having back stiffness and pain. Dad even showed me how his chiropractor would rub someone's lower back in circular motions with the pads of their fingers to promote blood flow in the affected area. Dad's fingertips were near the top of my buttcrack, and I felt relaxed as he rubbed my lower back. I was hoping he'd go lower, but didn't. Still felt hot though. I hope I'm not reading too much into my dad wanting to spend more time with me and getting that close to me as of late. I am happy with just hanging out with him and going to our usual hang-out spots, but I cannot shake wanting to tell him my deepest, darkest secrets. I don't want anyone close to us finding out, obviously, but I don't think I can hold back any longer. I have given it a lot of thought, and I really feel like going down on my father. I want to show him what real head feels like and what it feels like to have his ass eaten out so good, if he hasn't before. I want to put my hands all over him, and him the same to me. I envision so much of what we could do: Him half-naked, on his stomach, with me giving him a deep tissue massage, rubbing body oil on his back, arms, and legs. Ends up with me sliding his underwear down and rimming him deep. Us on a leisurely drive in the country. I then start getting hot and bothered and reach for his crotch, rubbing it in my hand. His eyes widen as I reach into his underwear and stroke his cock. Ends with him pulling over in a desolate area so I can suck on him. Him and I alone together at his apartment, making out on his bed, with his naked, sweaty body on top of me. This ends with passionate sex and him penetrating me. I can't help it anymore. I really want my dad inside me. I think it would be an interesting yet pleasurable way for him and I to bond and ease the tension between us. Question is, should I? How do I tell my father that I'm gay? How do I tell him I want us to have sex? How would we hide it from those closest to us? Does it even have to be a physical bond? Is my father trying to test any waters with me? Am I thinking too much? These days, I too feel lonely and have latched onto my dad I guess, since he understands a lot of what I go through. I don't want to ruin anything, but I also don't want to hold it in. I don't think we would have an open "relationship", given the scrutiny of our community, but I would at least satisfy his needs on occasion. The internal conflict is real.

Chapter 8 The Kid was wired and was shaking with the drugs and excitement of the moment The kid got off me and walked over to his room. The other guy followed him, poking a finger up the kids ass while he walked. He asked the kid if he liked what he was doing an the kid replied “ Yes Sir. I did “. The guy said if he wanted more like that follow him to the basement. All the time he as playing in the kids ass. The kid was whimpering with the great feeling in his ass and was trying to hesitate going there. The guy kept his fingers working the Kids ass and stared sucking on his cock, at the same time he pushed anther finger up the kid and with his free hand stared squeezing the kids balls. The Kid said “ Oh yes. I want more “. The kid was hooked and ready for the basement. Not even 2 hours and the Kid actively wanted the basement. This was going better than I thought. I got a message from my friend saying he was getting a room and asking what was going on. I filled him in and sad the Kid was heading to the basement. My friend replied “ Already ?” all I replied is “ Yep “. I walked up to the front to tell the guys up there where we would be when they had their break. One of them went to the Board and changed the room number to basement. This Kid was going to het fucked until the sun came up tomorrow. I went down to the basement. It was setup to me a Super Play room. It had a St Andrews cross, A couple fuck benches, some seats and a couple benches that I have seen guys take double penetrations on. It also had some partitions with glory holes and two really nice slings. One has restraints built in. Guys usually brought all sorts of toys to use on each other. There was the normal container of condoms and one with latex gloves. It had red lights and was dark and took me a couple minutes to adjust to the dark. When I did I saw guys sitting around. Some passing a pipe around while other were sucking or fucking each other. I saw the Kid being led around by a leash attached to a collar. This was something new. He was being paraded around and the guy leading him I recognized him as a dealer and one of the most deviant guys to walk on this planet. He was from Germany and brought several ideas on how to train a guy into anything. He was introduced to the crowd as the teenager that wanted to experience every despicable sex act that exists. The Kid was being inspected like a piece of meat, or a breeding mare at an auction. He looked to be younger than ever, I am sure the guys thought they had a high school kid. I saw a whisp of a cloud come out of the kids mouth, I figured he had already hit a pipe. They led the Kid over to the Sling with the restraints. He had a smile on his face as he climbed into it. They helped him get settled and then began tying off the kids arm and legs. His legs formed a Nice V and his arms were stretched out and up. The way this sling was setup there was a wide strap that came around the stomach and held the victim in place. The legs could also be adjusted to be pulled over the head of the person to expose the ass more. The Kid was ready to have his ass bred and wrecked by the most degenerate guys to walk the planet.

I have never pulled on a jacket - ever. and being fucked never had the guy ever use one either. sex should be skin-on-skin, and having that load pumping deep is just carnal.

It depends entirely on area; it’s not prep it’s staff speaking with the local sexual health clinic, they are really hurting for two things - staff shortages and a huge backlog built up from Covid absences. - when prep was commissioned it seems there were no/limited Additional staff for supporting the extra needs prep has brought on. (Kidney function testing, and other stuff as well as training up staff to be prep-people, it all sounds silly but it’s not trivial stuff. ) a couple of things… make sure you get on the waitlist, it’s annoying but it’s something your local sexual health clinic can wave at the commissioners for more resource and let Prepster know, Prepster.info as they are acting as point on getting shit sorted out. it’s not particularly helpful but Prepster and I wantprepnow both have all the details for ordering (yeah paying for it) in the meantime.

Will be naked and only wearing white trainers with white socks that say bottom on them

Part 8 I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pain yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling. The two visitors walked over and stared checking the kid out. Both of them started taking off their cloths. One had a leather harness under his cloths. IT was the kind that went over the shoulders and around the chest and waist and down between the legs and up around the ass. It looked sexy as hell. MY friend recovered enough to pull out of the Kids ass. Some pink cum ripped out. Both guys saw that and the smiled at each other. My friend took the Marker and put a line On the cheek that was marked POZ. The one with Leather walked in front of the Kid and put his cock in front of his face. The kid opened his mouth and the cock went in. His cock was bigger than ours and I knew the guys wanted a dee throat. This would take some training for the Kid. I was surprised he got most of it n on the first try. He started gaging and the guys was talking to him telling him it was alright and that he would learn. Here is a Kid that a couple ours ago didn’t like to suck at all and now was taking at least 7” down his throat and trying for more.. His partner was checking out the other end. He said there was at least one big load in that ass. I told him the kid had a couple in there, plus a load of Chem Piss. The guy said he seemed to be coming down some. I told him he was due to get a it more. The guy said I hoped you would say that. He produced a Point, it looked to be about a .5 , maybe more. He said this will send him into orbit. They released the kids arms and helped him sit up on the bench. I gave the kid some water to drink and they grabbed his arm and tied it off. The kid was watching this and started asking what they were doing. I stopped them for a minute. I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars.

Cool question. For me, no, they cannot. No one seems to be able to? Every time i come out to someone, they are always surprised, even people i have worked with for years. And i'm a nurse for fucks sake lol. Yet most of the male nurses i work with are straight... sigh. One of the hottest experiences of my life was when i was driving down a street, a guy i didn't know pulled up beside my truck, glanced over. Our eyes met, that's it. He pulled forward a few seconds later, and in front of me. i followed Him into a Burger King parking lot, into the restaurant and into the restroom, about 20 feet behind Him. He never looked back. Once i went into the restroom behind Him, He locked the door, undid and pulled down my jeans, turned my around, bent me forward. He pulled out His cock, spat on His hand and rubbed His cock, slid in and bred me. He zipped up, unlocked the door and left without a word. i had to scramble to lock the door so i could pull my pants back up without someone walking in lol. So, how did He know? i know a lot of communication is non-verbal. A guy who has affectations that are considered "fem" or who dresses femininely, sends a message without words. i grew up in a culture that hated gay people, so i learned at an early age to hide. But i can look back and remember myself at a young age, 5, 6, 7 years old, and a little older. i was definitely and obviously a faggot. One halloween i found a blond wig and put it on to go trick or treating, all my neighbors who knew me didn't recognize me, they thought i was a girl, and i played the part naturally. When i got home, my dad freaked and made me take it off and go in a 'normal' costume. i have often wondered how i would have turned out as an adult if i had not been culturally conditioned to hide? It wasn't like i had learned how to be a faggot, it came naturally. Conforming, being heteronormative to survive, was conditioned into me and by the time i was 13 or 14 i knew how to fit in, hide completely. Before i learned to hide though, i had a whole lot of bullies in my life, and most of them treated me like a faggot. i also have a lot of sub nature and was attracted to dom boys, even at a very young age when we all were clueless. i think a lot of the boys who bullied me were really just boys with dom natures who didn't know what to do or how to act. Sort of like the boy who has a crush on a girl before an age when boys are supposed to like girls, so he ends up hitting or kicking her because he doesn't know how to show his desire/need. i think the same is true of a lot of adult gays who are also Dom, there just isn't a cultural context that has taught them how to act, so they are bullies... which to me is just immaturity. They don't realize that there are sub guys who want to submit to them, to even be possessed by them, they don't know they don't have to use force, that they are desired/needed as much as they desire and need. sorry, off track i think communication takes all types of forms, visual, tone of voice, presentation. i also think that gays, and maybe even more, sub culture gays, have had to develop subtle forms of communication, ways we may not even be conscious of, but it's communication none the less? Not just a magical "knowing"?

Deep inside and as someone else said pulling out is for porn., When a top is fucking me he don't need to prove he shot a load in me to anyone so pulling out and shooting on my as would be stupud. If he did he better then push some of it in me and fuck it in my ass.