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PART ONE: Saturday When my girlfriend said her brother had got us 4 tickets to see the Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras, I wasn't particularly thrilled by the prospect. I'd always been keen to see the Mardi Gras at some stage but the size of the crowd with COVID still around, I was a bit unsure. James' boyfriend David had got us tickets, David was a good 15-20 years older than James and always seemed to be able to get stuff, I didn't really care to know how but Kate was pretty suspicious of him and his motives. All I knew was that we'd all be staying at his luxury apartment afterwards on Sydney Harbour and then we'd make our way home to our little flat the next day. I could tell the atmosphere was tense between them as we met, David kept saying about how he wanted them to go a special party afterwards and that it'd bring them closer together but James said it was too big a step and would rather spend time with his sister. I just did my best to keep out of it. Once the parade finished, we went to a bar nearby & had a few drinks. I ended up spending most of my time talking to David because Kate & James kept looking daggers at him. He seemed a good enough guy and I didn't really see what their problem was. After a few drinks though, I'd decided I'd had enough and wanted to head back to the apartment. David asked if I wanted to join him instead but I said that it wouldn't be my place & I didn't want to offend anyone. "You're a good boy, I'll catch you later on" he said as he rustled my hair and gave me the passcode so I could get in. I looked around for Kate & James to say goodbye but they were nowhere to be found. I'd been crashed out in the spare bedroom for a few hours when my briefs were slowly pulled down & removed. Kate always got horny when she was drunk & it was one of her favourite ways to wake me up, and of course, it was one of mine too! I just lay back with my hands behind my head, loving the sensation when a finger was slipped inside my arse. I opened my eyes with a shock and could see in the darkness an unmistakeably male figure at the end of the bed. I think the movement shocked us both as he roughly & quickly pulled his finger out. "David....is that you?!" "Yeah mate...I'm sorry.....I just came home so horny and seeing you laid out on the bed like that, it was too good an opportunity to pass up." "Yeah...but I'm straight...I've never wanted to do anything with a guy before." "You don't have to....just let me suck your dick...no obligations.....and I won't tell anyone if you won't" With an offer like that, I was hardly gonna refuse was I? "OK sure." and I let him go back to sucking me. He slipped his finger inside my arse again & once again, it hurt so much that I was squirming on his finger, trying to get it out. "I can get some of my lube if you want? It'll make it a lot easier and it's such a great sensation." I quickly agreed and he came back a couple of minutes later, with a small plastic syringe that he put just inside my arsehole and then I felt a cool sensation from the lube. "There's a good boy..." I could hear him mumble under his breath and soon after, my dick was back in his mouth and his finger pushed into my arse a lot easier. He was jerking my cock with one hand as he sucked and he slowly started to work a second finger inside my hole. He'd been fingerfucking me for a couple of minutes and it felt amazing but it wasn't intense enough for me and I could feel my arse crying out for more. "David....can I ask you for something, but you mustn't tell anyone." He took his mouth off my dick, "Sure my boy, what is it?" "I want you to fuck me...I need it so bad. It's like my arse is on fire." "Well, I'd better give it what it needs then. Only thing is though, because I've been seeing James I don't have any condoms...is that OK?" "Yeah...I don't care, I just want you inside me." Through the dim light, I could see him smile down at me as he removed his shirt, exposing his manly hairy chest. I could also make out some tattoos on his arms which made him look even sexier. On removing his jeans, I could see that he'd gone commando for the night and a hard cock of what must've been about 8 or 9 inches stood out from his hard body. He pulled something out of his jeans pocket and put it next to my legs as he moved between them, opening them even more. I did the best I could to try to shuffle down to his dick and he pushed his two fingers deep inside me, fucking me again as he gave me instructions. "You're a very impatient one! You've definitely never been with a guy before?" I shook my head. "So what I want you to do, is take 2 deep sniffs in each nostril from this bottle I'm gonna give you after I have a go OK. It's your first time so it's going to hurt, but between this & the lube it'll make it a lot easier." It was an empty feeling as he pulled his fingers out of my arse and it hurt again but I could hear him take 4 sniffs from the bottle and he pressed it to my hand. I could feel his cockhead against my arsehole as I took my hits from the bottle, trying to do it roughly the same length of time as David. It was a mixture of nervousness & excitement as I took the hits, I couldn't wait to have his cock in me, but how much was it going to hurt? I'd only just screwed the lid back on the bottle when I found out as he pushed his cock deep in my arse. I felt like screaming, whether it was for joy or pain I couldn't tell you, but it was such an incredible feeling to have that need in my arse being sated. Even if I wanted to scream I couldn't though, as David & myself were making out like we'd been lovers all our lives. Apart from silly pecks on the lips with friends, I'd never kissed a guy before and the feeling of his beard against my mouth was incredible. That. combined with his cock driving hard up my arse had me feeling better than I ever had before. It was like something had been unlocked, I had no inhibitions and I was made to have cocks up me. I had my legs wrapped round David and was pulling him as close to me as I could. I think any closer he'd be the other side of me but I just wanted his dick as deep in me as possible. "I knew you'd be perfect for me the moment I laid my eyes on you. Did you want me to make you my boy forever?" he grunted in my ear. I groaned that I did. "I don't want you to do that, I want you to tell me, tell me that you want your daddy's load and that you wanna be converted." Was he crazy? There was nothing that I wanted more than to have a cock inside my arse at all times. I knew now what my arse was made for. "Please convert me Daddy, I want your load so much!!!" I screamed out. He grabbed both my cheeks with one hand and said "Welcome to the club" and he kissed me hard & deep as I could feel his cock flood my arse with cum. "God there's nothing like converting a straight guy," he said smiling at me as we kissed. I'd never felt so good before, I wasn't sure whether I was in love with David, but I was definitely in love with having dick up my arse so I guess I was truly converted! It was such an empty feeling when his cock softened and fell out of me. He moved to the side and gently pinning me as we kissed deeply, slowly worked three fingers inside me. It made me feel right again. "I just wanna make sure it takes," he whispered to me. I wanted it to take too so I could have this sexy man's cum inside me forever. I was squirming hard on his fingers, too hard as it turned out as I felt a sharp pain inside and I let out a short gasp. "Shhh...that's OK" he whispered. "It always hurts after the first time, but don't worry....there'll be plenty more times tonight for practice. There's my good boy..." I pulled him down into a kiss, letting him know that I was so glad there'd be more. My arse needed it & I needed it. END OF PART ONE

------- Chapter 6.2 - Flipping the Bottom ------- Midterms were brutal. There were a lot of tests to take in only a week and Ric was exhausted when they were over. He slept in on Saturday morning and when he woke Eddy was gone. A note told him he had gone to Mexico for the break. It was typical of Eddy, he only gave out information at the last second, if at all. "I get the place to myself for a whole week!" he thought to himself. Later in the afternoon, Ric decided he should hit the sauna and relax a bit but couldn't decide whether to hit the one in the recreation building or go to the one at the bath house. A voice inside him told him which would be better. "It's a little dead, but I know you'll have fun. No one chasing that I know of" the bathhouse attendant said as he pushed the card and ID back. Ric undressed and locked his clothes away before heading towards the steam room. He wanted to relax a bit before looking for a few guys to fuck. As he walked down the hall, he recognized the distinctive dragon wings tattoo covering the back of the guy in front of him. He'd fucked the guy a month earlier and had a great time. The dragon tat guy turned into the steam room and Ric followed him in. The other guy stopped just inside the door of the sauna and looked around through the haze. Ric passed him by and sat down on his towel on a bench in back. Ric tried to remember their fuck and then it came back to him. He saw the guy on an app with a profile that read something like "No cock refused. anon & BB only. Room 16" His stats gave a surprisingly accurate height and weight and listed himself as 26 years old and neg. Ric found him that day a month before, head down, ass up with a blindfold on. Ric didn't expect much since a lot of guys that said stuff like that were just trying to sound like experienced sluts but in reality turned out to be anything but. It turned out to be much better than Ric's pessimism had led him to expect. He fucked the guy for a while before dropping the first load in his ass. With the help of a little blue pill he'd taken earlier, he stayed hard and kept fucking the load in deeper before pumping a second load in. That time, Ric had rinsed and gone to the locker room to dress when the guy walked in after their fuck. "Damn, wish I'd seen you earlier. You're hot" the guy said as Ric finished pulling on his shoes. Ric's first thought was "You're never going to see anyone with that blindfold on." It was obvious the guy was in pain and Ric said "Thanks. Looks like someone worked you over. Maybe catch you another time" as he stood up. "Yeah, I'm gonna feel this for a few days but damn it was good to be used like that. It was a nice long fuck instead of the usual pump n dump" the guy replied as Ric walked out, grinning. Now, they sat in the sauna and he knew the guy didn't know that they'd fucked before. The tattoo guy sat down nearby and a minute later Ric asked "How's it going?" The steam hanging in the room only letting them see each other's outlines. "OK, I guess" was the somber reply and nothing more. Ric tried once more and asked "Whatcha lookin for?" "Just chillin today. Not like anyone's gonna want to fool around with a poz guy, anyway" the guy replied, the sound of defeat in his voice. "I doubt you're the only one. I take it you just found out. Top or bottom?" Ric asked. "Yeah, this week. I'm a bottom, for what that's worth" the guy responded. Ric's cock had stiffened and he wanted to make the guy realize that finding out you're poz isn't the end of the world. Besides, their previous fuck was really good. "Cool. I mostly top. I could use a cute guy to fuck" Ric said. "You're fuckin kidding me. I just told you, I'm POZ" the guy responded, sounding exasperated. "Won't be the first poz guy I've fucked. Won't be the last. And I'm horny. You interested?" Ric asked. The guy thought about it a minute and then softly said "Yeah." Ric started to move over and the guy said "Not here. I don't like to fuck in public. I got a room." The guy stood up and headed toward the door, not even looking back to get a better look at Ric as the steam cleared. Ric followed him back to room 16 again and watched the guy just walk into the room and get on his knees on the bed, still not looking back. Ric knew there were a lot of guys that were just looking to get fucked, no foreplay, no sucking. Just dick in ass. He knelt down, though, and started to rim the guy's ass. It tasted good, just some sweat from the steam room to give it flavor. The guy did start to moan and even rocked his ass back and forth. Ric's tongue poked in and the guy's well used hole relaxed and let him inside. A few minutes later the guy's hole was slick with spit and Ric stood up and slapped his dripping cock on each butt cheek. His hands opened up he crevice and he slid his cock to the winking hole. Ric rocked his hips plowing in, getting only a little resistance to his thick cock. Deeper and deeper he went with each stroke until he was over half way in. "Fuck! You're the guy that pozzed me!" the guy yelled out. Ric froze. "Why do you think that?" he asked, trying to sound innocent. "Cuz I remember getting stretched like that and then the piercings on the bottom of your dick tearing me up. I hurt for days after that fuck and then I got sick. It was you, wasn't it?" the guy asked. There was an urgency to his voice, but he didn't seem to be pissed. It was more like he just wanted to know who was the guy that had infected him. "Maybe. I fucked a guy in this room who said he wanted an anon bareback fuck and said no cock's refused about a month ago" Ric replied, as he started to rock his hips again. The guy's hole relaxed and he moaned a little. "Yeah... but its hard to get fucked unless you sound a little slutty" the guy said, starting to work his ass around Ric's shaft. "Anon, bareback and no cocks refused sounds to me like someone begging to get knocked up. Unless you're on prep... and you can't have been if you got pozzed." Ric replied, driving in harder. He fucked like this for several minutes and then leaned over the guy's back, his sweaty chest covering the large tattoo. He was rolling his hips harder, but now with longer strokes. He whispered in the guy's ear "Now you don't have to worry about it. Take advantage of that freedom. Even better, share what you got." Tattoo guy moaned as his ass milked Ric's cock. A few more thrusts and Ric was flooding the guy's guts again. "Oh god... that feels so fucking good" the guy cried out as the last shot pumped into his hole. They stayed like that for a minute before Ric pulled out and laid down next to the guy on the bed. "Fuck, I'm usually blindfolded and never see who fucks me. You're a lot younger than I imagined" the guy said, rolling on to his side and stroking his hand over Ric's chest. A minute passed and the guy asked "What did you mean by 'share what I got?" "Share. Like... breed another guy" Ric said, reaching over and squeezing the guy's partially hard cock. "Oh fuck... I couldn't. I'm just a bottom and now I'm poz" the guy replied. "Just give it a try. You'd be surprised at how good it feels to cum inside a guy now that your load has some kick to it" Ric said. A few seconds later, he said "My phone's in my locker. Do you have yours?" The guy nodded, crawled off the bed and got it out of the storage box in the room. "Open up that same app and do a search, there's got to be another bottom here looking for loads" Ric said. He watched the guy set up the search and selected "poz" for status. Only Ric showed up. "Look for bottoms and don't search on status" Ric said. Three guys showed up within a mile. "Now look at each profile and see if they only want neg or undetectable guys. If it's any or poz, then you got someone to check out further." All three guys in the result listed 'any' status for their partner. Only one guy wanted to fuck raw, one was safe only and the third had no preference. "Chat with the bareback guy first" Ric said. The tattoo guy looked at Ric like he was crazy. "Just chat. Say hi and ask if he's at the bath house. We know he is." A quick back and forth told them that the guy had been there a few hours, only had one short, covered fuck and was about to give up. "Top buddy with me. Up for bare fuck b4 u leave?" was the message the guy sent off with Ric's encouragement. "Ur btm?" was the immediate reply. "Usually, but bud is thick n he wants me to open u b4 he fucks. room 16" the guy typed in as Ric whispered in his ear what to say. Ric smiled. "See, its not hard, unlike your cock right now" he said, giving the guy's very stiff shaft a squeeze. Ric laid back on the corner of the bed, his lower tattoo plainly visible. The tattoo guy was now leaning against the wall at the other end of the bed, stroking his cock. Less than a minute later, a short, hairy guy walked into the room. The hair on his head was buzzed close and he had a wide chin patch goatee. A thick pelt of fur covered his chest, stomach and legs, but neither could see anything else with the guy's towel around his waist. Ric guessed he was ten or fifteen years older than him but looked pretty cute. The furry guy looked back and forth between Ric and the tattoo guy and then pulled his towel off. Ric saw a steel cage constraining the hairy guy's cock. "Mmm, nice. Owned?" Ric asked. "Uh... Yes, sir. My master will be pissed if I don't come home with at least one load in me" the hairy guy said. "Good, I think we can help with that. You take all loads?" Ric asked, knowing the tattoo guy wanted the hairy guy to know what he was getting into. "Uh, yeah" the hairy guy said tentatively, as he looked closer at Ric and the tattoo guy. "You poz?" he asked, looking at Ric's biohazard tat. "Yeah. That a problem?" Ric asked. "Umm... uh... uh... no, that's fine. Shit... that's big" the hairy guy said. "Cool. Yeah, that's why I want him to open you up, first. Now come over here and suck his dick while I eat that hot ass" Ric said. The hairy guy moved quickly, obviously used to following orders without question. He was sucking like a pro on tattoo guy's cock while Ric devoured his ass. Ric could taste sweat, lube and a little bit of latex on his tongue and the guy was working his ass around Ric's tongue when it slid in and around the ring. After a few minutes, Ric gave a final lick up the crack and said "Turn around." The hairy guy spun around and began to suck on Ric's shaft. Ric looked over and the tattoo guy's cock was still hard as steel and now covered in spit. His eyes showed how nervous he was, but with a nod from Ric, he assumed his position behind the hairy guy. Ric softly said "Go slow and easy, you can do it" as he rested his hand on the back of the hairy guy's head. Dragon tattoo guy closed his eyes and pressed his cock to the spit soaked hole, sliding slowly inside the warm sleeve. A few minutes later, the tattoo guy had a even rhythm going and Ric looked back at him with a grin. The hairy guy, too, was doing a good job sucking his cock and taking most of it into his throat. The tattoo guy lasted a little more than fifteen minutes before Ric noticed the change in his breathing. He chuckled since it looked like the tattoo guy was trying to hold off and not cum so quickly. It was in vain, though, since a minute later he gave a few hard thrusts and began to pump his newly charged load into the hairy guy's hole. Ric felt the bottom moan around his cock as he got felt getting bred. The scene had surprised Ric. He expected the tattoo guy to pull out and shoot his load all over the hairy guy's back, not deep inside him. Ric let the tattoo guy recover and pull out before he made his move to swap spots. The hairy guy was still a tight fit, but the fuck had done it's job to open and lube his cunt. Ric heard the hairy guy groan as he slowly drove his cock in to the base. The thrusts built up speed until the sounds of the creaking bed and the thud of two bodies slamming together filled the room. The hairy guy was getting into it too, rocking his hips back and using his ass to massage Ric's cock. The stimulation was finally more than Ric could stand and he began to pound harder until his cock sprayed out several shots of his hot cum. As Ric settled back down, he started to pull his cock out of the battered hole. "I wanna go again" the tattoo guy said, pulling the bottom's head off his cock and crawling down the bed. Ric laughed and moved out of the way and back to his place at the other end. After a couple licks of his cock, the bottom muttered a long drawn out "ooh fuck", but went back to licking the shaft and his groin clean of cum. The tattoo guy shoved his cock into the stretched hole and fucked quickly for only a few minutes before pumping another load into the hairy guy. He laid back against the wall, breathing heavy until the hairy guy leaned back. He glanced between Ric and the tattoo guy a few times, his face showing how content he was with an ass full of cum for his Master to use. "Uh... I should be going" he said as he climbed off the bed. Grabbing his towel he started out the door. "Be here Monday at noon if you'd like another load" Ric said, grinning, as the hairy guy looked back and nodded. "Fuck... that was hot. You were right, I can't believe how good that felt. The second time was totally different though. His hole was so loose and sloppy" the tattoo guy said excitedly. Ric looked down and there was large wet spot on the bed where the hairy guy's cock had drooled while he got fucked. "Yeah. I think he enjoyed it as much as we did. And see, you're gonna be fine. Are you seeing your doc or the clinic on West Street?" Ric asked. "The clinic. I gotta go there Wednesday to find out about treatment. I think they're going to be pissed I already fucked someone bareback" the tattoo guy said. "Call and change your appointment to Tuesday or Thursday. They'll be a lot more understanding then" Ric said as he stood up, adding "Hope you can make it Monday at noon. If not, we can hookup another time. You have a great ass."

I am a paramedic and have had a few positive loads from Aids patients during a medical transport. I wanted to increase my chances of getting the gift so I took a volunteer position at a nursing home. I chose this particular nursing home because they had a whole wing at this facility, dedicated for AIDS patients usually on hospice. Since my medical background, it was easy to fit in. I would do duties as empty bedpans, make up beds and then give baths to patients. The later was my favorite task, and I got to get my hands on a constant flow of patients. And since a lot of times my bedside manner would include, hand jobs, blow jobs, kissing, and letting them fuck me, I would get requests for a lot of patients. Since our unit was understaffed, it was easy for me to get a lot of one on one time with patient. Also, due to confidentiality, I will not disclose the facility or names of actual patients, but will give them a false name. Last week, I was told I would not have to do collecting of blood and empty bedpans, since I was happy to give baths to all the patients. Out of the bunch, were a total of 51 patients, and out of the 51, all tested HIV poz, 32 of them had full blown AIDS. I was thrilled, and told the head nurse that when giving baths to patients, I noticed most would take a bowel movement and would need my assistance to use the restroom. They were fine with that. Okay, that brings us to Last Thursday, St Patrick's Day. into Gregs room, and was giving him his bath, he had just brushed his teeth and didn't smell bad at all. I wished him a happy St Patrick's Day, and in kidding with him I said, I hope your wearing green, or you have to give up a kiss. His light blue robe was untired and loose, and his response was asking me to "come here". I leaned down to see what he wanted to show me, and our eyes met and we kissed...like a long open mouth sloppy tongue kiss for about a 2-3 minute period. He had taken my hand as we were making out, and guided it to his growing cock under his gown. When we finally broke our kiss, I told him I want more of that. I went over and pulled the door to as I also drew the privacy sheet between us and the door. When I went back in, Josh had pulled the sheet back to reveal his hard cock. Precum had a huge droplet on the tip, so I reached down and scooped it up with my finger, with the other had, I had loosened the string of my scrub pants and let it slide down to my knees, He saw I had a hard cock too, showing my 7" boner. My wet finger tip coated with AIDS precum, I inserted my wet finger tip into my own ass. This turned him on a lot, since he hasn't played with anyone for a long while. He reached down to finger my ass some as I leaned over to kiss him some more and then started sucking on his cock. Now his precum was flowing steadily and the taste was still salty but good. I looked up at him and asked if he could stand leaning against the bed? He said yes, so I used the remote to lower his bed, and swung his legs around. I whispered to him to fuck me, and he cautioned me that he was full blown AIDS, and I said I know, I am your nurse. I then said to him, do you want to lecture me or do you want to fuck me. He said he wanted to fuck me really bad. I said, come on, show me what you have. So he entered me pretty easy since all of his precum fluid, and he was about 8 inches in length, and yes he remembered how to fuck. He said he was close to cumming and I looked back to him and told him to breed me good and deep. This put him over the top and he shot about 8-10 volleys of thick AIDs cum up into me. When he finished, I let him stay in me until he went soft. When he slipped out, I put him back in bed and sucked him clean. He said wow...that was fantastic...and we kissed again as I thanked him. I told him I had another date and would need to leave, but if he needed anything, just ask for me on the intercom. I had to put a feminine napkin in my underwear so the other nurses would see and wet cum leaking from my ass onto my scrub pants. I straightened up and onto the next room....

I have been working a lot the first part of the year and needed a break and to unwind. I hadn’t partied in awhile and my husband and I are due for a weekend of wild sleazy sex! It was a couple of weeks ago during the week and I asked him to get me some T. He works second shift so I have the place to myself during the day. I apologize for the grammar. I am still a title high while writing this. . I filled my pipe and hubby and I share a couple of shotguns before he went off to work. He said I expect to find you naked and ready to play when I get home. I am in my early 60’s and still look like late 40’s. He’s 50 and HOT! We are both versatile but as I get older I don’t want to work that hard! Lol and when I party my ass is on fire! In my later years I have learned to explore my nasty pig side and my husband is all happy to ablige. He left for work around 2pm and I hit the shower and douching. Smoking a bowl helps me relax and clean out. I love walking around the apartment naked and often I’l put on my leather hardness and collar to bring on the pig play. I was going to relax and watch porn and play with my ass with my big dildos. YES! I actually find the cleaning out process to be erotic. Sometimes I will put a big shard in a cup of warm water and disolve it and add it to my enema bag and then plug my hole and hold it in until I am spinning. I had just finished with the last enema and feeling fine and had to take the trash out to the trash Shute. We have this hot guy on site in our apartment building for the last 8 months as they replace 3 elevators. I will call him Paul. He’s about early to mid 30’s and a bear with a bit of a belly but husky! He’s got a beautiful full dark beard and Latin/Asian smooth facial feartures. We have had many conversations about all the complex compotants of a modern elevator. All the while I am drooling over him. He had a few coworker and one I have gotten to know whom I will call Jake. Jake is strange, He’s tall and thin and looks a little like Charles Manson. He’s a cross between a biker and a homeless guy with long light blond fine hair and a very wisphey goatee. He’s not the most friendly but over the weeks I have gotten him to open up. I saw him working on the elevator when I went to dump the trash and I asked him how he was and he was not happy working alone that day without an assistant. I offered to commiserate with him and I notice him looking at my shorts because I wasn’t wearing underwear! I went back into the apartment and threw off my clothes and went into the bedroom and picked up my rig that I had made up. I tied off and found a great vein interested the needle and pushed the holy juice into my arm. .3! I coughed as usual and then felt the T move through my body and hit my asshole with a warm circling. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs and lubed up my hole and shoved in a nice size butt plug! THe butt plug is also a vibrator and has a remote so I can give my man cunt a intense vibration. I was in heaven when I hear the door bell ring. I try to get myself up and go check and see who it is and it’s Jake, I have an intercom so I ask him what’s up and he asked if he could use my bathroom. FUCK! I was sweating and shaking but I didn’t want to send him away so I ran and put my shorts on and let him in! I didn’t put a shirt on thinking he would be gone. My bathroom is right next to the front door and he looked at me a little strangely and went into the bathroom and unzipped and out flopped a fat 8.5 inch soft cock cut with a big mushroom head. He took a piss right there without closing the door. I was spellbound and of course high as a kite and not moving quickly. He also looked over and saw the enema bag hanging from the shower and I had left a big 9 inch dildo on the edge of the shower that I use to open my hole after I douche. He looked at me and smiled and said, “you like what you see”? I was now caught totally off guard never thinking he would bat for any team except straight. He turned towards me and didn’t put it back in his pants so I just bent over and put my mouth over the dripping went beautiful head of his cock and he took a deep breathe and said YES! He very gently put his hands on the back of my head and started to push into my mouth. He looked down and me and said, you’re High arent’ you. With a mouth full of cock I could only nod affirmatively. With one hand he push my shorts off exposing my ass! He moved down my ass and felt the plug and said oh fuck you’re nasty! When I stepped out of my shorts I stepped on the remote and turned on the vibration and I sort of jumped. He laughed and said that is brilliant and with one had was guiding my head on his cock and the other pushing on the plug. I was flying and he said I love to fuck ass! He did a very sharp twist turn and picked up the dildo off the counter. He spit on it until he saw the lube and he set it on the counter reached around and pulled out the plug and reached over my back and with both of his hands shove the dildo into my hole. He also had his cock deep down my throat and he pushed me onto my knees! Fuck that hole he said as he pushed his cock faster in and out of my mouth! His cock was now fully erect and well over 9 inches and very fat. I welcomed the dildo stretching my hole for his fat cock. He pull me up and turned me around and took hold of the dildo and pushed me towards the bedroom. I had all my toys and leather laid out on the bed and he just took a deep breathe and said holy fuck , Iwould never imagined you this kinky, I guess my day is improving! He said so what are you on that’s making you high and then his eyes focused in on the pipe on my nightstand! He laughed and picked it up along with my torch and began to take a hit. He took a big hit and grabbed my head and shotgunned me kissing me. He did that about 4 times until I could tell he was flying. He looked down and say my leather collor and picked it up and put it on me. I grabbed the leashe and gave it to him and I saw his cock twitch. I also had a hardness with wrist and ankle restraints. He pushed me onto my back on the bed and grabbed my ankles and said lube up your ass! He noticed the rig and said fuck you are a pig! We are going to have fun today! He slid his fat cock into my hole and it felt amazing and hot. He complimented my hot, warm, smooth hole. He took his time but kept pushing until he was all the way in! I was sweating and grabbing my Tina dick and pulling on my nipples. He started to slowly pump back and forth and he grabbed the pipe and did another 3 deep hits which he shotgunned me while deep kissing me with his hot mouth and tongue. He was hot and sensual which didn’t fit his biker serial killer look. He said he can fuck a lot and long and never lose his erection. He seemed to get harder with the hits. He told me he cums a lot too. And in between he was going to work my hole with my dildos. He was picking up his thrust and he said he thought my husband was hot and would love to fuck him too. I smiled and said not a problem. He pushed me back on the bed and got his knees on the bed and bent over and started to kiss me and pound my hole. He said I can be pretty freaky in bed and I am going to use you today and I just let out a loud moan and said FUCK my cunt and he smiled and said, yes boy your ass/pussy is mine. He pounded me for about 15 minutes pretty hard and then his breathing increased and he looked at me and said you ready for my first load. I said breed me and he let out a loud moan and I could feel his cock pulse and gush hot cum deep in my hole. He stayed hard in me for a couple of minutes while he regained his breathing. He said I am going to take my cock out and put a dildo in your hole and you are going to fuck my cum into your ass! FUCK I love putting on a show. When he pulled his cock out he grabbed my 10 in black manhandler dildo and pushed it in. I opened my mouth to gesture and he said oh you are a pig and put his hand behind head and shoved his cock into my mouth and said clean off my cock. He was becoming more firm and dominate but not harsh which was very hot. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and took a few steps back and said spread your legs and fuck my cum into your hole. And I didn’t have to be told twice. He watched insensely as I plowed that pig dildo into my just fucked hole. He picked up my ankle restraints and began to put them on both ankles. He put my wrist restraints on both wrists and turned me facing forward on my bed. And sat at the end of the bed and watched. He asked me what I had planned to do today and I told him get high put on my leather watch porn and work my hole. He said well now you have someone to help you! He reached over and picked up the pipe and took another few hits and shotgunned me a couple. I meantioned that I found his coworker Paul very hot! He said really and reach for his phone and texted him. He took a picture of me and sent it to him. I heard a ping and he said he’s on his way! I have an electric adjustable bed and had the head up and I had already attached rope with hooks to hold my legs back. I love having my legs spread and up in the air when I am high, I become a real whore. SO Jake attached the hooks which brought my legs up and out. I could hear the door open with the alarm sensor and in walks Paul. Holy fuck he said and had this big grin on his face! Jake said, he’s got one hot ass and he’s fucking my first load into him right now. Paul said fuck and took his pants off and revealed a big fat 9 inch cut cock which was growing. Jake said, oh btw he’s high as a kite and he reached over and picked up the pipe. Paul smiled and said, oh that’s a no no here but I am sure for his ass we can keep it between us. He took the pipe and started taking big hits and blowing it at me and said, I have checked you out several times but thought since you were married you were off limits. Jake said, we can fuck his husband too. Paul took off his shirt and exposed a smooth barrel chest with just a straight line of black hair from his navel to his cock. He crawled onto the bed and came next to me and took my head and pushed his cock into my mouth and said suck it and get it ready to plow your hole. I stopped fucking myself and Jake pinched my nipple and said, I didn’t tell you to stop fucking yourself. At that moment Paul push my hand away and grabbed the handle of the didlo and started to fuck me with long and deep thrusts and I was telling him to fuck my pussy hard as he wanted too. He said that’s good to know because I plan on tearing up your hole. His cock was so thick I couldn’t keep it in my mouth it was extremely fat. He pulled his cock out and then pulled the dildo out of my ass and it was covered in cum and lube. Jake looked around my nightstand and opened the drawer and found my bag of T. He said, Paul wait and he broke off and shard and pulled out the didlo and shoved the shard deep into my hole and I gasped from the initial burning. It wasnt’ a small piece and I began to feel my heart race and my hole on fire. Paul pulled out the dildo and held it up and raised his eyes brown and I took it and sucked it into my mouth cleaning Jakes cum off. Paul looked at Jake and said we got ourselves one hot nasty pussyboy. And he got between my legs and started to shove his big fat cock into my hole. It was tight at first but he kept pushing. He said you can take it baby. He shoved it all the way in and it hit the sweet spot. Fuck you have a hot ass. He began to fuck me harder and harder as I was begging him to breed me. He said he is good for at least 3 loads and he’s already called his twin brother to come over and use me. He was becoming much more verbally aggressive than Jake, but Jake was now rock hard and stroking his big cock. He was softly saying fuck his ass harder. Paul was slapping my ass which made my cock start to get hard and it didn’t go unnoticed. Paul looked at Jake and said this boy likes to get his ass slapped and Jake picked up my leather paddle and said well we must ablige. Paul fucked me for a good 15 minutes hard and deep and then let out a loud groan and dumped his first big load into my hot ass. He pulled out and didn’t ever ask he just pulled my head and said suck me clean. There was a knock on the door and Paul said it must be Ben his twin brother. He got up and before he left he grabbed another fat dildo and shoved it into my hole and said fuck my load into your cunt! I heard the door open and Paul was greeting Ben and I couldn’t make out what they were saying other than thanks for bringing something. Ben didn’t waste any time. He took his clothes off in the entrance was and walked in stroking his fat cock. He looked just like Paul except leaner. He looked at me and said fucking hot buddy. Jake held up the pipe and Ben said oh well yes. Jake said, he’s pretty high. ANd he held up my used point and said I gave him a big shard up his hole and your brother fucked it into him. As we spent more time together I learned that they were all good friends and often partied together. They had a circle of friends they played with but they were mostly tops. Ben would sometimes bottom but it wasn’t his preference as I was soon to find out after he got a big buzz on. He made it clear that they were all going to use my ass all day. Jake wanted to know what time my husband got home and I said 9:30. Jake told Ben wait until you see the ass on his guy and he’s Asian which seemed to thrill Jake. Ben got on the bed and said well my turn to tear up your hole. You ready he asked and I said please and he took the dildo out and pushed his fat cock into my hoe and he said fuck your hole is HOT. He shoved it into me deep and hard and said, I don’t mess around, I am going to fuck your hard and deep until I cum and then shove it into your mouth to clean it off. You understand me. And I said Yes SIr. He smiled and said, you got that right and began to pound my ass with much more intensity and thrust than the other two had and I was oozing precum. He was also very verbal and asked me if I like piss. I just smiled and said of course. He offered that he actually had been hitting the pipe himself this morning and was quite high already. As he was pounding my hole mercilessly Paul walked back into the room and now he was in full leather. I also came. He had on a harness arm bands chaps and boots. His ass was big and full and all I could think oboist was being able to eat his ass. Ben started to breath heavy and yelled hear it comeswhore and he blasted his load into my hole. After he got his breath back he pulled out of my ass and shoved it into my mouth and said suck it clean. I sucked him to the root a few times and he pulled out and shoved it back into my hole and just looked into my eyes. And then I felt it his hot piss started to fill my hole and he said, yes pig take my chem piss. I started to feel flush and then felt this incredible rush. I turned red and started to rush and he laughed and said, I guess I did a little more partying than I said. I was flying and sweating and moaning. I felt this incredible rush of being piggy. He grabbed a large butt plug and pulled out his cock and forced in the plug which held all the chem piss in my hole. I opened my mouth again and they all laughed as he shoved it into my mouth to clean off the piss. I was sucking with such intensity and I was moaning and starting to babble about being a whore. Paul came over and said take down his legs. I was pushing down on the butt plug and it felt amazing. Paul said, we need you to understand that you are our new slut boy and we plan on using you the rest of the day until your husband comes home and we can all take turns fucking him. Meanwhile, we have to establish who’s in charge and with that he pulled me over his lap and Jake and Ben stood up to watch as Paul took the paddle and began to paddle my ass. I love having my ass paddled with a big plug in my cunt. And as someone who is 6’1 and 200 lbs and always been in charge it’s hot to give myself over this being a slutty bottom boy at my age. He gave me 30 whacks and I got hard and they all laughed and made me show off my red ass and hard cock. He made me beg to release the piss and that’s when Jake said come with me. He grabbed my 10 in manhandled dildo and said to the showers with you. This was his kink. He loves cleaning out ass. He sat me on the toilet and told me to take out the dildo and stood in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouthed and began to fuck my face. He got verbal and got into the whole humiliation of me being on the toilet. When I was done he took me into the shower and had me bend over and took my shower nozzle and shoved it into my ass and said take it! Fill up your guts and when I was full he shoved the didlo into me and fucked me hard and fast. He did that several times when I exploded cum and chem piss. The last time he fill me up and bent me over and shoved his cock into me and fucked me. He got very aggressive and was slapping my ass and said I am going to fuck up full until I cum. I was diliarous. I kept saying fuck me harder. When he came he let go and I blew all the water out. He filled me up again and fucked me with the dildo until I was clean. I was taken back to the bedroom and tied back up and the three of them took turns on my ass for the rest of the day. They all took turns playing with my ass and dildos. About 8;30 they moved us into the living room and I have play sheets to cover the furniture. When my husband walked into the apartment the lights were low and he noticed porn on the TV and he thought he’s ready and then he walked in and saw 3 naked men that he knew and never excepted to see in his apartment. I was laying on the floor on my belly sorta of hog tied with my wrist and ankles connected. I had a large dildo in my hole and Paul had his boot on the dildo pushing it into me. My husband just smiled and said HOLY FUCK this is HOT. There was a point on the table and Paul said, I made that up for you. Please do it! So he rolled up his sleeve and tied off and found the vein inserted the needle, register and then did the hit. He yelled out FUCK and started coughing and coughing. He was yelling fuck fuck fuck. Jake got up and Tom I will call my husband started tearing off his clothes. Jake made him stand up and turn around and show off his beautiful ass. The other two started stroking their cocks and said, damn we want that. Jake said let’s get you cleaned up and he picked up a collar off the table and leashe and grabbed a dildo and took Tom into the bathroom to clean him out. That is not something that anyone has every done. I was left tied to a chair with a big dildo in my ass as they brought my husband out and tied his legs back and the 3 of them took turns with him. We have found a new set of hot playmates.

Part 40 - The Weirdest Of Nights The old Georgian houses on Fitzroy drive were large solid structures, thick walls and heavy doors in each room. The advantage was that noises seldom carried around the house. The four of them sat there finishing their drink, Nick still had his arm around Max's shoulder keeping him very close. Alex was now sat between Liam's legs resting back against his chest. Even after all that had happened in the last few weeks and now having a boyfriend where they doted on each other, Liam still provided that safe and secure place that Alex had built with him. The mumblings of the them talking as Nick was asking tons of questions about the different places on his hit list to visit with Max, Liam and Alex spoke of how much his love for Max had nearly wrecked him inside and still unable to fathom out how or why he felt this way. All he did know was that it was completely right, everything he wanted or needed was there, every time he saw Max his body exploded in euphoria. Even now as Max was sat on the other side of Nick their hands still managed to touch and hold. Nick once referred to them as two young idiots in love and blind to anyone else, Max had responded and told Nick that he was not immune and one day when he least expected it that person would stand in front of him. Whilst Nick had laughed it off he never expected that in January Max's word would ring true. Nick leaned over to Alex "Can I take your man to bed?" he asked. Alex glanced over at Max who seemed a world away "If he will allow you" he replied. Nick kissed Alex on the head and looked to Liam nodding down to Alex, he smiled holding Alex tighter in his arms. Nick let go of Max and stood up holding his hand out to him, Max grinned and offered his hand letting Nick help him to his feet, chuckling at the way Alex had sold him out to the protection officer. The arms moved swiftly around his body finding himself up close and personal with Nick, the kiss came from nowhere and Max found his body lifting off the ground in his arms being walked over to the bed. Max was lowered and his hand went round rubbing Nick's groin feeling the size of the erect cock hidden beneath his clothing. Looking up he almost drooled as Nick removed his shirt exposing his body, muscles and tattoos, Max felt his hole body aching in excitement, his cock getting instantly hard from staring up at the body alone. His own body was jelly in the hands of this man who easily removed Max's clothes leaving him naked and exposed on the bed. Max leant up and kissed his chest biting and licking all over whilst his hands undid the belt, the button and finally lowering the zip and pushing Nick's trousers down. Nick let out a soft moan and shuffled forward pushing Max's head down letting him taste his man hood and to know what was coming. His legs were solid like tree trunks, Max's hands roamed over them feeling the muscles whilst his mouth tried to cope with the size of this man. He was fixated on the chest though, the six pack was so defined that when he ran his hands over it his cock jumped sporadically. Nick looked down clearly noticing that Max was a chest man and allowed him to take over by releasing him from sucking his cock. Max kissed upwards and rubbed his face and hands all over Nick's chest and arms, kissing all the tattoos and looking at them in closer detail. Nick moved his hand down Max's chest then round the back touching his firm arse cheeks that he played with for several minutes, slowly moving his hands inwards until his two index fingers found his opening and teased it, rubbing it, prodding it, pulling it apart gently. All this had Max moaning and burying his face hard in to Nick's sternum whilst his hands held on to the biceps massaging them. Alex and Liam sat on the floor watching the scene unfold, for Alex it brought back some very exciting memories and knew exactly how that felt and what Max must be feeling right now. Nick was a master at the craft of sex and knew exactly how to excite his sexual partner, he had enjoyed both the aggressive and soft nature of Nick. His own hand was inside Liam's zipper softly rubbing his cock, Liam had his hands inside Alex's shirt stroking his chest softly and kissing his neck. Their bodies seemed to dance as one on the bed and seamlessly Nick positioned himself behind Max as they knelt on the bed, his cock rubbing up and down between the soft firmness of those arse cheeks. The arms holding Max hard up against his chest, his head flopping back resting against Nick's shoulder and neck. Nick drew his cock down further then pushed up slowly as the precum hit against Max's hole moistening it. The more movement Nick made the more precum he produced and max could feel his hole was getting slippery and wet, his cock teasing at the hole pushing the precum in that had Max moaning with soft erotic noises. Max moaned at the dull yet noticeable pain he felt 'Go easy, you are a sizeable man' he said softly turning his head to look at Nick who kissed him delicately in return. Gently Nick moved his hips and in a circular motion stretching Max's hole little by little in every direction whilst tenderly pushing a little more inside, holding Max and around his chest and kissing his neck he repeated the process feeling the body in his arms responding each time more of him went inside until he felt his balls pressed up against the soft young arse. Max moaned louder as his hands stroked Nick's thighs, a spine tingling sensation running up and down his back. All he could think of was how Alex tried to explain what sex with this man was like. He kissed Nick then glanced over to Alex who was watching so intently, a look of envy and enjoyment in his lovers eyes as his view moved with his body being pushed down on to the bed. Max let out quiet cry of excitement feeling the immense power of the body now lying on top of him. It was like he could feel the muscles in Nick's arse flexing and driving his cock in deep penetrating movements. He was allowed a few minutes to savour the thrilling enjoyment of this mans body on top that had him completely immobilised underneath. His arse pushing up and grinding against Nick's cock in a desperate need to feel it again and again. Nick kissed the back of his neck and moved his entire body forward and back, Max let out another cry of pleasure feeling his cock pull a little way out then back in with vengeance. Powerless to do anything and never having felt anything quite so sexually adventurous he could only let his cries of pleasure do the work as Nick repeated his movements. The warmth of his breath floated across his neck and ear lobe, unable to resist Max turned his head and kissed Nick in a hungry moment for sex 'You ready for me?' Nick asked softly running his tongue over Max's ear, he nodded letting out another erotic moan and pushing his arse up again. His body pulled up until he was on his knees, the hands gripped hard at his waist holding him poised for action. The unknown was causing palpitations in his breath, was he going to go hard or gentle? Max had no inclination of what was about to happen in front or behind, all he could feel was sublime tenderness in Nick, gentle movements in his hips that allowed enough momentum to let Max feel how deep he was inside. On the floor Alex watched the muscular body of Nick, an image that looked so perfect. His own protection officer's cock was rock hard 'Are you horny?' Alex asked him and without waiting for a response 'Let Max suck you' he suggested wondering if it was a step too far for Liam with Nick and Max in the room. His hand wandered down in to Alex's underwear feeling his prince turned on, Liam kissed him then stood up and dropped his trousers. He felt a little embarrassed and nervous since he had never done this with anyone apart from Alex or with people able to watch. There was an undeniable feeling of being turned on watching Nick and Max at it, and well it was only a blow job he was going to get so it didn't seem that weird he thought walking over to the bed. Nick looked at Liam and smiled hinting for him to take to the front. Without a word Liam knelt on the bed and Max looked up at him, he saw in Max's eyes what he had seen in Alex's when they had sex. It was uncanny how they had the same mischievous sexual sparkle in their eyes during sex, to Liam it was quite a turn on seeing this and he knew it was what drove him to enjoying sex with Alex. He looked at Nick and his glistening body that was almost statue like, only his arse was making any kind of movement and from how Max was reacting it obvious he was getting incredible pleasure, he smiled at Nick then gasped. Max had taken Liam's cock in his mouth and sank three quarter of the way down before spluttering and having to pull back a little. Finally tasting Liam and knowing whose cock he was sucking was almost too much for him and he struggled to contain his excitement and desire to orgasm. Nick released one hand from Max's waist and grabbed Liam behind the neck pulling him forward and kissing him briefly. Alex sat up wondering if Nick was pushing Liam too far but he pulled back without batting an eyelid and holding Max's head on his cock. Nick replaced his hand and gripped hold of Max even tighter as he began to draw back more and thrust in with more power, the result had Max's head going forward on Liam's cock. An instinct in Liam had him hold Max's head letting Nick provide the motion of Max going down on his cock with the fast thrusts he began delivering, still he retained an element of tenderness. He was loving the look on Liam's face the closer he got to orgasm, he was switching how he fucked Max frequently and each time the result was expressed on Liam's face. Alex undressed and knelt on the bed watching closer for a minute then kissing Liam in a long lingering tongue exploration, the sight of which almost caused Nick to ejaculate. Alex smiled and kissed Liam gently again then moving down the bed a little he did the same to Nick. With Max sucking his cock and seeing Alex kiss Nick it was too much for Liam and he groaned thrusting his hips forward. At the same time Max tightened his lips around the shaft of Liam's cock feeling the quick pulse and his mouth suddenly flooding with Liam's cum. Alex and Nick both watched Liam roll his head back moaning, his hands held Max on his cock as the throbbing persisted until the very last drop of cum was expelled. Liam let out another groan and looked down 'Swallow' he said still holding Max's head. He felt the movement in Max's mouth and Liam smiled letting go and pulling his cock out 'Good boy' he added stroking his head. Quick shuffling on the bed and Max found Alex looking at him briefly before kissing him deep then giggling, his mouth forced open again with Alex's cock that he began to work on gently and gagging each time his body thrusted forward by Nick's fucking. Liam sat at the top of the bed leaning against the headboard, his cock still poking up and rock hard. Alex pulled his cock out and kissed Max then moved over to Liam kissing him gently, turning around to face Max and Nick he straddled across Liam's lap slowly lowering his arse down on Liam's cock. Only managing to get half way down before Liam wrapped his arms around Alex pulling him back and down sharply on his cock. Alex stifled his cry as Liam raised his knees locking the prince in position, Max looked on lovingly at Alex as his view allowed him to see Liam's cock embedded in his boyfriend. His balls already slapping away at Alex's arse as he wasted no time in his desperation to fuck Alex. Max suddenly became focused on his own endeavour when suddenly feeling that Nick had picked up the pace and his hands held him even harder pulling him back on his cock with each thrust. The speed was increasing and Max felt like he was going to burst open as his entire body was engulfed from the power of the fucking he was now taking. The minutes went by then seamlessly it slowed to a gentleness that had Max confused and bewildered as he regained some sense. The moans coming ahead of him, the tapping of balls rapidly hitting against his boyfriend arse. Alex was holding on to the sheet for support as his body was thrusted up and down so fast it had Max looking on in amazement at Liam who looked so natural at it, Max chuckled straight my arse he thought to himself. He was glad of the reprieve from his own intense fucking Nick was giving him. They were both watching Alex and Liam noticing Alex's fists clenching harder on the sheet his cock bouncing around in the air and started firing cum, the first ribbon of seed firing high over Max's head and landing partly on his back and Nick's chest. The second flew off somewhere to their left and making Max and Nick chuckle and forgetting what they were doing. Suddenly his body was suspended up on Liam's cock, his orgasm evident with his balls tightening up and tiny visible signs of the contracting within them. Liam moaned several times before he dropped his hips bringing them both back down on to the bed, panting furiously and still pushing his cock in deep, Alex let out a delicate moan and kissed Liam. Nick used a finger moving the cum on his chest and Max's back towards Max's arse and used his cock to push it inside Max, he knew what Nick was doing and it made his legs tremble arousing him even more at the devious side of Nick. He pushed his cock all the way back inside Max then out and back in again working Alex's cum deeper inside Max before he pulled out. Max found his body being rolled over on to his back as Nick moved between his legs hoisting them over his shoulder. For the first time Max was able to look up and the incredible body and handsome face of this protection officer, ignoring the mild discomfort of Nick's cock penetrating him from a different angle until he was deep inside. Max raised his hands and stroked Nick's chest and arms, he was allowed to do this several times before Nick pinned his arms down above his head. He smirked and leaned down giving Max a kiss, strangely Max felt like it was a warning kiss that he was ready to breed. Sure enough he slowly began to push hard and deep in to Max each time he gradually built the speed almost teasing Max who knew what was coming now. Faster and harder, his balls slapping like jungle drums the beat getting quicker and quicker. Max stretched his head back 'Oh god!' he gasped as his prostrate was ravaged rendering him unable to stop the inevitable result, his cock exploded with anger the shots came so quickly Max closed his eyes, desperately wanting to shout as his body convulsed from the intense orgasm he reached. He had no control over it himself, it was being driven by Nick who relentlessly continued fucking. Max took a sharp gasping breath in and his arse muscle tightened around Nick's cock for a few seconds before they lost control. The action making the cocks path easier and Nick felt the change and the rippled effect ran up his cock and through his body bringing his orgasm on. Releasing Max's hands he dropped forward taking him in to deep kiss grunting in to Max's mouth with deep growls pushing his hips up hard and holding still as he let the cum flow effortlessly in to Max. His back arched the harder Nick pushed his hips against Max who wrapped his now free arms around the muscular body clasping them together helping to ride out the orgasm. Max felt the body in his arms lose tension and begin to relax, Nick stopped kissing and looked down at the cheeky grin on Max's face then looked up towards Alex who smiled and nodded whilst Liam was still had hold of him on his cock. Max gave a rather loud slap on Nick's arse and he looked back down him jabbing his cock several times and laughing watching Max's expression changing. Leaning down and kissing Max one more time Nick slowly pulled himself out of Max and rolled on to his back smiling. Alex turned his head and kissed Liam then lifted himself off his cock. He was half expecting Liam to put on underwear or something but he laid back against the pillows with a look of satisfaction on his face. Alex smirked at him and crawled over the bed and kissed Max furiously, his response was to pull Alex on to his back and pin his arms over his head. Max smiled and lovingly kissed Alex working his cock in to his boyfriends arse where he slowly made love to him in front of Liam and Nick. His body still wired from sex with Nick that he didn't take long to finish expressing his love for Alex. The connection in their eyes almost bringing Nick to tears seeing such love and devotion between these two struck of chord desire in his heart. Max kneeled up on his knees stroking Alex's legs then carefully pulling free. The four of them were exhausted after the busy day and it was already 2am. Alex crawled up lying next to Liam and facing Max who had Nick cuddled up against him. Alex and Max laid there staring in to each others eyes "I love you" Alex said. Max kissed him "I love you Alex" he replied as they stroked each others cheeks. Liam chuckled and lifted his head "I love you Nick" he jokingly said. Nick lifted his head "Fuck off!" he said smiling, "I love you as well" he added hugging Max harder. "Pack it in!" Max complained feeling his cock rubbing between his cheeks. Nick kissed him on the neck "You got a busy day in the morning showing me around!" he reminded Max. Max giggled as Nick parked his cock between his arse cheeks, it was the last thing he remembered before falling asleep. Max was wide awake by 8am and Alex stirred from his movement, kissing Alex softly he slipped out of bed and put some boxers and t-shirt on and went off to make coffee. After several trips up and down the stairs he returned with one for Franco and knocked on the door to his room and peeked in to find it empty and the bed not even slept in. Alex came out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes yawning. "How are you after last night?" Alex asked kissing Max. Max shook his head "My arse is sore as hell" he replied quietly. Alex smiled "Sorry I should have warned you about Nick" he said chuckling, "What are you doing?". "Looking for Franco. Come on" Max said heading towards Sam's room at the end of the landing. Max quietly opened the door the door and chuckled as Alex peered over his shoulder. Lying on the bean bags partly still dressed was Sam and Franco fast asleep with the game sill on the TV paused where they had got up to. "I think Sam has a new friend" Max suggested looking at them both. Sam woke startled "What time is it?" he asked waking Franco up with his movement. Sam looked around then laughed "Dam fell asleep playing" he said grabbing the coffee from Max. "Hey that is for Franco" Max said trying to get it back but Sam stuck his fingers up at his brother. Sam took a gulp of coffee before Franco got it off him "Mine!" Franco said chuckling. Sam stretched looking at Alex and Max "Which one of you was getting banged last night?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Max replied trying dismiss it as nothing. Sam looked at Franco who was smirking "One of you was getting it good and hard, we heard" Sam replied. "Oh that was your brother" Alex replied casually getting a stern look from Max. "I didn't think you had it in you to go at it like that" Sam said looking quite surprised at Alex. Alex grinned "I wasn't, Nick was.. I want to say having sex, but more like destroying Max". "Will you shut the fuck up!" Max said going red and trying not to smile, "This is my brother!". "That is disgusting!" Sam replied looking shocked, "Well did he? Destroy you?" he asked. Max turned to leave "I am not having this conversation with you Sam!" he said trying to be aloof. "Definitely walking funny this morning" Franco added with his arm around Sam's shoulder. "Yeah!" Sam agreed, "Not mincing this morning, more like beef chunks" he said laughing. Franco handed the coffee to Sam who took another gulp "Steaks more like" he said. Max turned opened mouth "You can shut up as well!" he said to Franco, "Alex protect me!" he pleaded. Alex walked over to Sam and kissed him on the cheek "God I love you Sam" he said. Max pretended to storm off but they could hear him laughing down the landing then the words 'Dam I am going to piss myself' before the bathroom door closed. Alex was leaning against the wall trying to calm down. "I knew it was a mistake having you all stay here" Stephanie called out walking down the stairs. Alex poked his head round the door "I am so sorry we didn't mean to wake you so early" he apologised. "Sam behave" she immediately said and looking in on them, "Did you two sleep on the bags?". "Err... Kind of" Sam replied, "Franco got me gaming until late" he said blaming Franco. "That is not true!" Franco said taking the mug from Sam, "He got me gaming!". Stephanie shook her head "Sam you need to remember who Alex is" she said seriously. "Please treat me normally" Alex almost pleaded, "It is the only time I get to be me". Stephanie looked at Alex "Well in that case you can come down help with breakfast". Max reappeared "Morning mum" he said looking cheerful, "Liam and Nick are just getting up". Sam was about to open his mouth but Franco stopped him "Here drink this and keep quiet". Alex chuckled leaving with Stephanie then turned to Franco "Neatly done Franco" he said. The kitchen and breakfast table was incredibly noisy with them all talking over each other, after Max and Nick had left to go sightseeing the rest helped to clean up, Franco and Sam slipped out and went back to finishing off their game allowing for some much needed quietness to resume. It allowed Alex some time to get to know Max's parents whilst Liam kept the coffee coming and joining in, it was also important for them to know Liam and Franco who had reappeared whilst Sam was sorting out something to wear for the evening. By midday they got a text from Max with a picture of Nick and him at Buckingham Palace and the comment 'The irony of it!'. The lunchtime edition of the Evening Standard was just hitting the newsstands in London as Max and Nick walked past one the street sellers where the poster on the side read 'Royal Prince arrives in London for New Year and dines at Claridges with mystery man!'. "Do you reckon that is us?" Max asked looking at Nick. "Go over and buy one" Nick suggested but Max looked a little cautious. "Nah I can't, you do it" Max said pushing Nick forward who walked over and purchased a copy. They continued walking whilst Nick read the front page and looked at Max "Is it?" Max asked. He stopped and read allowed to Max "Prince Alexander of Monrovia was spotted last night at Claridges having a romantic private dinner with as yet the unknown man in the picture. Was this the young man previously photographed with the Queen of Monrovia visiting a fashion store in the Monrovian capital just after Christmas? One person commented that they clearly looked in love when they took the picture of them leaving Claridges late last evening. The palace has refused to comment on any speculation at this time" Nick looked at Max who was looking at the photo over his shoulder. "Well you can't tell it is me so I guess that is fortunate" Max replied feeling relieved. Nick nodded "It won't take long for them to find out who you are" he added. "Well they don't know who I am yet" Max said grinning. Nick chuckled "I expect the queen knows already and will be texting Alex" he replied. "Will we get in trouble?" Max asked looking concerned. Nick laughed "Don't be silly. She will probably want to make sure you are okay Max". "Romantic private dinner" Max scoffed, "Just goes to show how much they really know!". "Exactly Max" Nick replied, "That's why you should never trust anything you read". Max yawned "I am knackered, can we get a coffee?" he suggested as they passed a coffee shop. "Of course" Nick replied opening the door for Max. They ordered coffees in the packed coffee shop and Nick told Max to grab the table that had just become free. Max walked over and sat down putting the paper on the table face down and noticing quite a few people reading it, what he didn't know what was on page two was the blown up photo of him with Queen Helena on his outing with her. Max sat there watching Nick but also aware of a woman sat on the table looking at him then her paper then at him again. Max picked up the paper pretending to read it and opening it to find himself clear as day on page two with the queen. He stared completely stunned, his hands nervously shook and his mouth going dry. Nick picked the two coffees up and turned and could see the paper tremble slightly in Max's hands as he moved quickly over to him placing them down on the table. "What's wrong Max" Nick asked quietly. Max showed Nick the picture keeping the paper raised "It's okay Max I am here" he said assuring him. Max looked nervously at him "People are recognising me Nick" he said sounding scared. Nick smiled "They will Max, don't worry you have the best protection officer by you". Max finally smiled a little "Thank you Nick" he said looking at him, "Quite full of yourself" he cheekily remarked. Nick chuckled "You didn't complain last night when you was full of me" he replied quickly. "Very funny!" Max said looking around the coffee shop, "What do we do now?" he asked. Nick put the paper down "Act normally Max and drink your coffee" he insisted. It was easy for Nick to say that and Max sat there feeling a little awkward knowing that his every move was being watched by at least two people in the coffee shop. Nick moved around the table partly shielding Max and making him feel a little better as they drunk their coffees until one woman walked towards their table. "Excuse me, but is this you?" she asked pointing to the picture looking excited. Max feigned a chuckle "I wish I socialised in those circles" he replied in a non committed tone. The woman laughed and walked off "How do they cope with this?" Max asked in a hushed voice. Nick looked at him "They just do Max, some from birth and others marry in to it". "I... I feel silly being looked at. It is going to ruin our day" Max said taking a sip of coffee. "Don't worry Max I have dealt with this before, I know what to do" Nick replied smiling. Max nodded "Still have to go by the gallery on the way back" he reminded Nick. Nick waited for Max to finish his coffee and keeping alert watching the people around them, he walked behind Max as they exited sticking close to him, a few heads turned and watched as they left the coffee shop. It was clear to those on lookers that the muscular built guy was protecting the other one, opening doors and glancing all around continuously. Max had never felt so self conscious and kept his head down to avoid anyone else recognising him until Nick dragged him in to a souvenir shop where he brought a baseball cap and sunglasses, he complained that he would look even more silly as the sun was not shining. They both had a laugh as Max donned the disguise and realised how effective it actually was since even he didn't know it was him at first glance. Nick's plan had worked and they managed to get a few more sights crossed off Nick's list before jumping on a bus to Chelsea. Franco returned with Sam after going out for a walk around the neighbourhood after lunch and joined the others in the family room where Alex was helping Stephanie clean up the lunch things whilst Liam sat there chatting away with Lawrence about football. "What do you know about football?" Alex asked Liam cheekily. Lawrence laughed "More than you!" Liam replied as his phone started ringing, "The queen" he said. Alex huffed "She rings him more than me and I am her son!" he remarked waiting as Liam answered it. Liam walked outside standing on the patio talking to the queen and nodding several times as he listened. They watched as his expression changed a little and looked towards Alex nodding again and ending the call. It seemed to take forever for Liam to walk back inside as they watched and waited for him. "What has happened?" Alex asked immediately as Liam closed the door. "I need to call Nick, apparently a photo was taken last night and is in the papers" Liam advised. "Is that bad?" Stephanie asked looking confused and concerned at the same time. Liam dialled Nick's number "Depends how you look on it" Alex replied watching Liam. "Nick!" Liam said then waiting, "Right you have seen it then?" he was asking. "How are things?" Liam said speaking down the phone, "Okay and does Max know?". There was a long paused before he spoke again "Do you need us?" Liam now asked. Alex looked at Max's parents "Sounds like they know about Max and I" he suspected. "Okay, but you call if you need us, the embassy has a car on standby" Liam now said to Nick. Liam hung up "Well?" Alex asked looking anxious. "It's fine Alex, they have seen the photo and he was asked if it was him with the queen" Liam said. Lawrence looked at his tablet "Page 2 of the Evening Standard" he said showing them. "But that's when the queen took him to Josh's boutique a few days ago" Alex said. "The front page has a picture of you and Max last night" Lawrence said showing them. "You can hardly recognise Max fortunately" Liam added. Stephanie looked at her husband then Alex and Liam "So is it public knowledge now?" she asked. "Not yet, the palace want a call with Alex and Max this afternoon" Liam advised. Alex shuffled on his feet "It is too early" he replied. "The queen has left the decision to you both" Liam said, "But...". "I know, with photos out there already..." Alex replied sitting down looking worried. "It might mean you will get some attention here" Liam said to Max's parents. Lawrence nodded "We figured this would be the case" he replied, "But Max is not named yet". "Trust me they will be on the case" Alex said looking over at them, "I need to call Max". Liam looked at Max's parents "The prince's private life has become big news since coming out as gay". Alex made a brief call to Max making sure he was okay and laughing when he found out Nick had brought him a disguise and they were walking around Knightsbridge on their way to the gallery where Max had to quit his job in person, it was the least he could do having owed so much to David the gallery owner. Alex laughed again down the phone checking one last time that Max was okay before hanging up. "They are heading to the gallery but Nick has spotted Harrods and wants to look in there" Alex said. Liam looked at Alex "Do we move to the embassy?" he asked and Alex shrugged looking at Max's parents. "You may as well stay here, we are going to have to get use to it!" Lawrence said. "Yes stay" Stephanie said agreeing, "The house is secure enough and here is not overlooked". With Alex and Liam in agreement they put on some coats and went for a short walk to one of the community gardens and to show them around the area. Max looked up at the familiar modern sleek design of the Whiteguards gallery sign. Through the window Max could see the brown wavy partly curly hair and stupid dungarees covered in paint splats that Asa wore, just the way he looked with one strap of the dungaree hanging down. As usual he had nothing on underneath exposing his body and nipple which David sometimes found uncomfortable at Asa's laid back attitude. Max's body warmed through at the sight of Asa, his fond love for the artist was as strong as ever, but his love of their friendship was more important than entertaining sex with him. The one thing he learnt from Gareth after he bedded Asa was that you didn't take the artist to bed for a bit of romantic passion, even for Gareth he couldn't keep up with Asa's love of rough sex. His skinny build had fooled Gareth in to finding out that Asa was pretty strong and aggressive and like to get his way in bed, it was far from any nasty aggression, it was how Asa felt when he was aroused. The handsome artist with his stubbly attempt at facial hair made him ever so more attractive. That and the brightest sparkle of blue eyes made Asa so unique in many ways. As an artist he was incredibly bright and stood five feet ten inches tall, despite the slim build he had very tight beautiful muscles in his arms, they were far from big muscles but held a lot of strength. He was Asa the artist who was about to get a big wake up call in life.

Over the twenty years of my infection I went through different stages of acceptance with being HIV POZ as well as different stages in my relationship with my pozer. At first I was horrified and ashamed; convinced that I would go down in history as the last person stupid enough to get knocked up with HIV/AIDS. That I had willingly participated and especially that I had loved my pozer so fully possessing and dominating me was a huge part of the shame. Even so after a year of celibacy on my next trip I couldn't get to his house, lift my legs, watch his huge raw poz cock push in, feel the crush of his drill press fuck style and ultimately receive his toxic seed fast enough. After three years of this pattern, celibacy and the holiday taking every load he would give me, I began to long for more and more of the dominated experiences. Perhaps rather than keeping me ashamed they were slowly liberating me. When back home I began to go back to some of my old cruising haunts and the nearby bathhouse from time to time. I experienced most of the sex as mediocre. Giving a blow job was nice, especially when I could drink down a stranger's load, but my ass always was begging for the attention. At first I resented the tops I needed to tease away from or out of their condoms. Eventually I settled into it as a deeply enjoyable game and got very good at it. Since I was now medicated and already infected I lived by 'don't ask don't tell '. The best of these fucks were the guys that fully and powerfully dominated me and took full possession of my body until they collapsed having dump their all into my eager ass. These were few and far between, yet none were as perfect as the domination of my pozer. Then in my sixth year I received a message for him. He wanted me to know he had met a nice guy, they had now been living together for six months and he was very happy. I read this to mean his new relationship was monogamous. I hoped I was wrong but when I arrived for my annual holiday he was as friendly as ever, introduced me to his boyfriend, but it was clear he would not be scratching my deep itch . My first morning I awoke well before sunrise. I was accustomed to having been well fucked by this point in my trip, without that from my first night I was ravenously horny. I knew I couldn't get back to sleep so wrapped a sirong around myself and went out on the beach to enjoy the stars. As I was removing the sirong a group of three drunken young men that had been partying all night wander towards me. We high fived and one leaned in to kiss me. His buddies teased him; "We knew you were gay. " "You know I'm not, you know I have a girlfriend, but this is a place to explore. Don't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to kiss a guy." Then to me; " You don't mind do you?" I leaned in and kissed him again. He gave me tounge. One of his buddies moved in and I moved to his mouth. The third guy stepped out of his shorts, pointing at his 5" erection said; "If we're going to experiment I want him to suck this. See if gay guys really are as good at giving head as they say." I needed no further encouragement, dropped to my knees and took him deep into my throat. He grabbed my hair and groaned "fuck yeah!" After I had sucked all three I asked if there was anything else they wanted to try. I decided to be direct, stood, turned, hoarked on my fingers and lubed my ass. The first guy to kiss me, the biggest cock at eight inches, stepped up behind me and said "Fuck yeah man! Hey anyone got a condom." "Fuck I don't man ", and the other "Shit, I didn't think to bring any." "Just give it to me raw man, does your girlfriend let you do that?" "Fuck no, no she's never let me,not even just the head." "This is your chance, take me balls deep man. " Teasing my hole with his raw mushroom head; "You sure man?" "He could give you AIDS man."; this from the smallest dicked guy. Me; "You know what they say about trusting strangers, but how many chances like this you think you're going to get?" He began to push on in. "Fuckin right man, I'm taking my chances." The smallest dicked guy stepped away, the other moved in to feel his buddies raw cock sliding into my hole. In a very short time my fucker's breath got ragged and he warned, "Fuck man this feels good. Stop squeezing your ass or I'm gonna blow." I reached back grabbed his ass, pulled him in hard and used my sphincter like a milking machine. Rope after rope of his hot cum painted my guts. He collapsed on my back. When he'd got his breath back he pulled out and stepped aside. "Guys you gotta try this. " I could tell the closest guy was interested but shy. The smallest dicked guy stepped further away. I bent taking the interested guys cock in my mouth. I directed his hand to finger my hole. I pulled off to free my mouth. " It's okay, stick them in. " A finger slid into my cum slick hole. When he pulled it out I moved his hand to my face and stopped sucking to say. "Any of your girlfriends willingly eat your cum from their ass. " and immediately sucked his finger clean. "Fuck man, that's sick. I've never even fucked an ass before and now I'm watching you eat my load. That's so sick. Go on bud, fuck his ass he's crazy, and as he said, when will you get this chance again?" He spun me around and directed his buddies bare cock into my ass. As this fuck began I cleaned my first breeders cock. Eventually the small dick guy moved in and let me suck him again. By now I was receiving a good spit roasting. Soon the guy in my ass rasped, " Where do you want my load?" My mouth was full and I was sure this cock too was close so again I just reached back and pulled my fucker in tight. He was already blasting away and his groans "awe fuck " brought his friend over the top and my mouth filled with sweet semen. As I stood I pulled my first breeder in for a kiss. Before he could realize I snowballed some cum into his mouth. He instinctively swallowed and then said; "Oooo, fuck man, that's too sick. " My second breeder then pulled me in for a kiss. " Come on man I need a taste. " He planted a deep tounge kiss on me as I fished some come from my ass. He was swallowing when I presented my finger. He curled his nose and pulled back. My first breeder rushed in and gobbled from my finger. "Fuck guys I'm riding this sick homo experience to the limit." "Then felch some cum from my ass and snowball it to me. " I challenged "Fuck man, you homos are sick!" Yet he was still at my ass in a flash. For his first experience he wasn't shy and dove right in. He didn't hesitate to suck out a good amount of their cum and my ass juices. I was surprised by the volume he dropped in my mouth and decided I couldn't let it go to waist. I turned and bent him over as he protested; "No fuckin way man, you're not touching my ass. " My lips were already on his hole and my tounge fucking the mix from my mouth into his hole. His protest soon turned to moans of pure pleasure. The reluctant buddy whined; "Stop, stop moaning." And the other buddy; "Yeah, he'll think you want him to fuck you. " "Oh fuck, it just feels so good. Fuck yeah, don't stop with your tongue. ... I may never get another chance. I don't want this to end. " "Are you gonna let him fuck you?!" "Maybe? ... No. ... Definitely not. ... But what if this is my only chance?" "At least wait for a guy with a condom. " "But if I'm gonna take it up the ass I think I want the risk. I know that's crazy but I want it all. And he's got such a big one". ... I removed my mouth , stood and placed my raw cock head at his now well lubed hole. "No, no, you guys are right.", but he remained bent over. I nudged the naked head inside. He gasped in pain and as I swear he pushed back on me cried to his buddies "This is fuckin sick, make him stop. " As they reluctantly stepped forward he said, "Wait, wait, just a little deeper, can't hurt now can it?" When I was balls deep. "Fuck guys , I can't believe this, it feels so fuckin awesome. Fuck me like a bitch man. " The other two watched on in horror as I started to move in and out of their buddy. As his moans expressed more and more pleasure I picked up the rythm and power. Now every time I pounded in he grunted with increasing gratitude. "Yeah fuck my virgin straight ass, keep fuckin me good. " His buddies could see I was getting close and struggling not to cum. "He's gonna breed your ass buddy, make him pull out!" "Fuck you chickens! No I've come this far I'm goin all the way. Breed my virgin ass. " "I've already silently loaded you twice. " I scooped a finger in beside my cock, pulled out and fed him the mixture of my cum and ass juice. Seeing him eagerly lick and suck this up pushed me over the edge and I bellowed as I blasted; "Now you know why we homos love it up the ass." And I kissed the back of his neck. With my cock still in his ass he twisted and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. I realized it might not be such a bad trip with my pozer in a relationship. I began attending the nightly gay beach orgies after sunset. I was taking 5 or six loads up the ass each night. On the third night I saw the 'straight' trio. The one I had fucked had a lineup behind him and appeared to be receiving load after load. The other guy was fucking a few men. I never saw him remove a condom when he pulled out. The third watched me getting getting fucked and bred by two guys. When the third slipped in my cum lubed rear entry the reluctant guy came close, reached between us and felt the raw cock pounding me. He scooped some of the loads leaking on my balls and down my leg, then reached behind lubing his ass with it. Then he backed his ass onto my raw cock. He screamed when my fucker drove me in to the hilt of my shaft, but he made no effort to pull away. I moved into fucking him good and continued as three more loads were pumped into me. "Where do you want my cum boy?" I whispered in his ear. I was already unloading. "Fuck no, pull out, pull out now before it's too late. " "It's already too late idiot. Did I just claim another virgin straight ass?" As he was checking his ass with his fingers. "Damn, you really did breed me. Why did you do that? I'm straight!"

Since I joined Grindr two weeks ago, taken 15 loads from new tops with 4 from a top who lives in the same apartment complex as me. Just took a fresh one this morning, he texted asking if I was working from home as he was driving home from working 3rd shift. Has me call him Daddy & can't resist his thick 8" cock and know how to use it. I'm his little piggy.

Had a quick nut after work today. Nothing too unusual, just swing by a bottom buddy's house who had a visiting friend who is also a bottom. He was definitely my type- short, hairy, bearded. I asked my bud if there'd be any problem with me going in raw, and he assured me it wouldn't. Well, this young bear was all over my daddy cock, took direction well, and was begging me to dump my load in his ass. Seems he is a chaser, and couldn't get my raw bone inside his ass fast enough. I did my best, and gave him 2 loads deep before I left.

Had been at the hospital all week with my Dad as he was in pretty bad shape. On the first night the male room nurse brushed up behind me as I bent over the hospital bed to hug my Dad before leaving for the night. I didn't think anything of it. The second night it happened again, same thing, although this time he leaned into my ass a little more. The third night he rubbed my thigh and told me my jeans were hot and gave me his phone number and told me to call him on his break at 3am. I did and he told me what time he got off and to meet him at his apartment. I was so horny I got there a little ahead of time. His two roommates were there getting ready for work and both were hot in various stages of dress. They kept passing thru staring at me on the couch as I rubbed my cock thru my jeans. As soon as he got home, all three stopped to come sit with me. I wound up getting loaded in both ends by all 3 guys before heading home with cum dripping out of my hole...

Okay guys, what are your top peeves or aggravations when hooking up somewhere? Too loud? Unwashed? Catfish? I'll go first, getting fucked by nervous guys. I'm a cumslut, I don't mind what you look like or how big your dick is, I don't need to be pleasured, I get off on being used and knowing that a guy was able to get off because of me. I get so many guys who stop fucking half way and ask if I'm sure it's okay or if they're doing a good enough job, and I'm like "that's why I was moaning and telling you to not stop". It puts me in the awkward position of having to stop myself saying "your dick is too small and I can barely feel it so please just breed me and go". One guy last week was fucking me in a sling at the sauna and he kept stopping whenever he felt any movement around him and looking around. He fucked me on and off for 20 minutes and queues of guys built up behind him and got sick of waiting. I asked him why afterwards and he said he was scared his husband would walk in on us. Why the fuck would you go to a gay sauna with your husband if you didn't expect him to fuck other people? I should have just pushed him away and yelled next 🙄

Part five – One Hot Minute  When I came back to the world of the living, I was lying on the rubber bed in my black room. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized something was wrong. I felt AWFUL. My body was aching all over, I was very cold and very hot at the same time. My head was spinning, I felt sick. I tried standing up, but my whole body felt too heavy, and I had trouble getting on my feet. I was also extremely thirsty. I felt like I was high, but I knew it wasn’t the case. I clearly had a fever.  The door opened and Daddy came in. He was dressed in a dramatic looking black rubber uniform that covered him from head to toe. The top looked like an old uniform with a front panel and buttons on the side, it was gorgeous. His rubber pants were clinging tightly to his legs and showcased his massive bulge. I wanted to get my face in it and worship it, but the thought of actually doing so was making me nauseous. I was still lying down and once again tried to get up to greet my master, but all I could manage to do was extend my arms and whimper softly.  “Hey boy, I’m back. Did you enjoy your little trip in Wonderland?”   As soon as he saw me squirming pathetically his demeanor changed and he looked concerned.  “Are you alright boy? Feeling under the weather?”  “Yes Daddy, I think I’m sick”.  He put his hand on my forehead and smiled.  “Good news, boy. You’re finally converting. What you are experiencing right now is what we call the fuck flu. You are officially becoming a true poz. You are having a fever, quite high actually, and that’s the best part about it. Your body is on fire, almost literally, burning hot with HIV. That means your hole is now warmer than it will ever be. Which also means I will take full advantage of it. There is nothing like fucking a burning feverish hole raw, it’s a rare delicacy I was looking forward to. I’ll just have to make sure you don’t get too hot and end up with brain damage, now let me see...”  He must have been prepared for this situation because he somehow already had a thermometer in a pocket, he then pulled my legs up like a baby and shoved it in my ass. After a few seconds he took it out and looked satisfied.  “A nice 102 degrees. You have some fire in you right now, boy. I’ll have to take your temperature regularly to make sure it doesn’t go above 103, so I’ll give you a little something to stabilize you. Wait a second.”  Daddy left the room and came back after a minute. During his absence, my mind started reeling. I was obviously not under the influence of any drug at the moment, so I could think semi-clearly (despite the fever and terrible ache all over my body). As much as everything felt like a dream up to this point, I was now living a nightmare. I had been experiencing so much pleasure in the last days (or was it weeks? I wasn’t so sure anymore) and it was all crashing down. Strangely, I did not feel any regret about my choice of becoming Daddy’s sex slave. I trusted him to get me through this, and if he could get something more out of this, then it was for the best. But dear God did I feel awful right now. I was very anxious for him to come back and make me feel better because I thought I was about to pass out. And I was so, so thirsty. On top of this, I wasn’t horny in the slightest. I knew Daddy would fuck me very soon, but I wasn’t finding the idea so appealing. All I wanted was to go back to sleep and wake up better. And poz.  And that was the thread I was hanging on at the moment which would make me go through this ordeal. Becoming poz. It was underway and there was no stopping it whatsoever. I would never be anything else than a poz chem slut for my Daddy. Why did I find it so fucking hot? I was asking myself this question since the first time I caught Rick with the other boy having chem sex and making poz talk. It was still a complete mystery as to why it makes my dick so hard. The thought of this being a permanent situation. A complete submission to my dark desires I didn’t even know I had. I went with the idea so fast it almost scared me. I never really took the time to think it through and truly consider the consequences of my choice. But no matter how hard I thought about it, if I was under the influence of a drug or not, I couldn’t help but be turned on by the thought of being infected with HIV, becoming poz and taking toxic loads up my ass for the rest of my life while getting high as fuck. It surely sounded better than having to work to make a living. And the pleasure... The most intense pleasure I couldn’t even imagine was possible. Relentless, endless, permanent pleasure. I wasn’t feeling any pleasure now, but I knew this wouldn’t last long; I could hear footsteps, my Daddy was coming back to take care of me.  Daddy came back pushing a rolling cart with several items on it. Pill bottles, syringes, bottles with some clear liquid in it and a few items I couldn’t see. He handed me a pill and a glass with a single mouthful of water in it and told me to take it. I didn’t waste time but was thoroughly disappointed by the small quantity of water. I really needed to drink.  “There, your fever shouldn’t rise any more for a while. I’ll check your temp again later. I’m also willing to bet you’re not feeling very horny right now, aren’t you, boy? We’ll fix that too. I don’t want to be the only one having fun, you know? I just need to make sure it doesn’t rise your body temperature too much. You should be good for one more degree.”  My head was spinning and I was feeling very cold. I was a bit wary of taking drugs and I started shivering.   “I’m going to give you something milder than usual, you’re already quite fucked up as it is, just not quite horny enough. Let’s try out what you’ve got out of your recent trip in Wonderland.”  While saying that, Daddy unzipped his rubber pants and took out his massive poz dick.  “Put that in your mouth and swallow everything that comes out of it. It’ll make you feel much, much better, you’ll see.”  I did as I was told and instantly started to suck on his cock.  “Don’t suck it, faggot, just put the tip in your mouth and don’t move. Make sure you don’t spill a single drop.”  I stopped sucking and let the head of his cock rest between my lips, making a tight seal around his semi-hard dick. After a few seconds piss started to flow into my mouth. To my surprise it tasted bitter and sweet, not a bad taste at all.   “This is chem piss, boy. I spent the last few hours doing T with some friends upstairs and now my body is flushing it out into your mouth. Drink all of it and you’ll get a nice high, just enough for someone in your situation. For the moment you’re not getting anything else, it could be dangerous. Well, maybe some poppers later. If you’re a good enough boy I might even also piss into your ass, my bladder is quite full so there is plenty more where that’s coming from.”  As I was gulping relentlessly on his chem piss to keep up with the flow and not choke, I could feel his cock getting progressively harder in my mouth. The pressure of the piss stream was getting stronger, and it was starting to hit the back of my throat. The feeling was far more pleasurable than I anticipated, and I could see that I would enjoy piss play a lot in the future. Drinking my Daddy’s fluids was insanely erotic, and I wished I could see myself in the position I was in. It was funny that even a few days ago the thought of doing what I was doing right now would have disgusted me to no end, but now I just wanted more piss down my throat. As a bonus, I no longer felt thirsty and my horniness was quickly coming back, but I wasn’t sure if it was the chem piss or just the act itself that was turning me on. I could feel my cock getting hard and leaking big drops of precum on my rubber bed.  “I’m amazed how quickly you learn to be such a pig slut, dear boy. I’m very proud of you. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but you really were born to be a chemmed up poz slut for your Daddy.”  Piss was still freely flowing into my mouth, and I was starting to wonder if it would ever end, and then it did. Daddy left his cock there as the last few drops leaked out for me to swallow. When he was satisfied that I drank everything, Daddy stepped back and smiled at me.  “Feeling better, now?”  “Yes, much better, thank you Daddy.”  “You enjoyed being my personal urinal, boy?”  “Yes Daddy, I love drinking your chem piss. It’s way better than I expected and it’s making me horny.”  “Good, because you’ll be drinking a lot of my piss in the future. It’ll help keep you high, hydrated, and subservient to me.”  “Yes, Daddy.”  I was feeling a bit less cold, but I was still shivering a bit.  “Now boy lay on your stomach while we wait for the chem piss to take hold in your system.”  I did as I was told and as soon as I was comfortable, Daddy poured something cold and oily on me and started giving me a massage, running his big strong hands all over my shoulders, back, butt and legs. It felt incredible and the shivers slowly went away. Massages pretty much always feel nice, but this was something else, the fever made my skin overly sensitive and I was in ecstasy. “I told you I was going to take very good care of you. I’m totally using you for my own pleasure, but I want to make sure you too are having a good time. You’re my slave, but you are also my poz son and your wellbeing is very important to me. Just relax and let me make you feel better while you’re sick. In a couple days the fever and aches will be gone and will have finally completed your seroconversion. I’ll personally test you for HIV, it will be positive, of course, and I’ll monitor your viral load over the coming weeks and months. I won’t put you on meds right away. I want you to get a very high load in your system before we bring it down. I’ll keep breeding you to charge you up, but there is so much I can give you now, since you already have my strain. So, to spice things up I’ll start sharing you with my friends. Some have different, more virulent strains. Some even have full-blown AIDS. I have a couple acquaintances who stopped all medication a while ago and don’t have much time left. They will all fill your ass with their extremely toxic cum. Hopefully you’ll develop your own mutant strain that you can gift back to the rest of the community. You’ll be like an HIV incubator, a mother to the Virus. The thing is, though, I’ve decided you would be an exclusive total bottom. I don’t want my slut to top anyone. So, we’ll have to come up with other ways for you to share your gift. I hope you enjoyed your trip on the brainwashing machine, because you’ll spend a lot of time hooked to it. I’ll have to milk you like a cow to collect your seed and give it to my virus worshipping friends.”  Daddy’s insanely perverted poz talk, coupled with the chem piss I just drank and the massage were pushing several buttons in my brain, and I was getting very horny. My ass was starting to itch, and the fever only made it more intense. I was getting anxious for Daddy to start fucking me as soon as possible and started wiggling my butt to try and send a signal. Daddy caught it quite quickly and shoved an oily finger into my hole. I instantly arched my back and raised by butt in the air to try and get more of his finger in.  “Woah, I take it you’re ready for my cock in your burning ass, boy?  “Yes, please, fuck me Daddy, I need it.”  He poured some more oil between my ass cheeks and lifted me up so I was on all fours. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my hole, mixing his precum with the oil.  “You want it, boy? You want that big poz dick in your tight burning seroconverting ass?”  “Yes, please Daddy !!” I was almost crying.  “You sure you’re not too sick to fuck? Maybe I should let you rest...” Now he was teasing me, and it was pure torture. I kept begging him while pushing my ass against his cock.  “As you wish then.”  With that said he entered me in one swift move. He wasn’t even all the way in yet when he let out a very loud, ecstatic moan and pushed the rest in me without stopping until he was balls deep in my ass.  “Holy fucking Christ that ass is FLAMING HOT. So fucking warm. My dick is in heaven right now. Holy shit this feels good. I wish you had a fever all the time.”  He stood still, without moving, savouring the extreme warmth of my feverish asshole.   “I’ll have to find a way to induce a fever to get that hot ass from time to time, this is way too good. It’s been a while since I got the chance to fuck a seroconverting slut. Holy fuck! This is what I’ve been waiting for since you accepted my virus. There’s truly nothing better than a fuck flu ass.”  On my end of things, the fever made everything feel better. Daddy’s cock sliding inside my rectum was hitting a whole lot of fired up nerves and everything felt way more sensitive than usual. I was so hot and warm that his cock felt a bit colder than usual. Daddy started picking up the pace and I was starting to really feel the chem piss’ effect. As turned on as I was, my cock went a bit limp, but I could feel cum oozing out if it and onto the rubber bed. I buried my face on the cold black mattress to focus on Daddy’s pounding while enjoying a relentless string of micro-orgasms.  “This is like fucking a furnace. Jesus, it’s amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that hot ass, boy. I hope your enjoying yourself because we’re in for quite a ride.”  I managed to reply, mumbling with my face still stuck on the rubber mattress.   “Oh God yes Daddy, keep fucking me. This is so fucking good.”  “Can you feel your DNA being rewritten, boy? Can you feel yourself becoming a true poz?”  “Yes Daddy, I can feel it. I’m pregnant with your virus. You truly fertilized me and now I’m carrying your poz babies. Please give me more seed to feed my children and make them stronger and more toxic. Fill me up please Daddy.”  I was getting desperate for more poz cum in my ass. I wanted Daddy to drain his balls inside me. It didn’t take long. It must have been only a minute before I felt Daddy become stiff while he buried his cock as deep as possible, shooting his toxic load inside my ass. I could swear I felt it hitting my walls and burning my guts. Daddy didn’t say anything while coming, just a deep, long growl. “Son, I’m not pulling out anytime soon, your ass is way too hot for that. But I still have to pee. Brace yourself more chem piss followed by a nice piss fuck.”  After a few seconds Daddy was giving me my first ever chem piss enema. I couldn’t feel much at first, but after a while I could tell something was filling me up. It lasted a while; Daddy still had a lot of piss in his bladder even after what he gave me to drink earlier. Since he was still rock hard from the drugs he had in him and the fucking he gave me, there was a lot of pressure and the piss was blasting against my ass walls. He pulled back a little bit and the piss stream somehow started hitting my prostate. The sensation was incredible, like scratching an itch with tremendous force. It only took a few seconds and I had a full-blown orgasm, shooting cum all over the rubber mattress under me. I wondered if my cum was toxic yet.   At that point I could feel I had a lot of chem piss inside my bowels, my belly felt a bit stretched and the pressure was getting strong. It felt good, but strange. I realized with was a very long time since I had an enema, if ever. I wasn’t used to that feeling. Once Daddy was done, I felt like I was going to burst, but he didn’t pull out and resumed fucking me through the piss.   I could feel the warm toxic liquid trickle down my thighs as Daddy was pounding me once again. He picked up speed, then slowed down, then sped up again. The slushing sounds, mixed with the growling and the squeaks of the rubber were heavenly to my ears. After a few cycles, he grabbed a bottle of poppers and took several hits. He gave me the bottle and resumed fucking me while I was doing my own hits, carefully pacing himself so I wouldn’t spill the amyl all over the bed. After four deep hits I closed the bottle and let Daddy do his magic.   It took a good half hour of pounding before Daddy came again inside my ass, mixing his poz cum with his chem piss still inside. There was pee everywhere and the smell of urine was very strong, but it turned me on even more. After his orgasm subsided, Daddy finally pulled out and the bulk of the piss still inside me came rushing out almost instantly. I couldn’t stop it even if I tried to, my ass muscles were too loose to control. Daddy grabbed my hips and turned me on my back, lifted my legs and got back in for another round. I was exhausted with the fever and the rough fuck I just had, so I closed my eyes and let Daddy do his business, and I eventually passed out.

I will just add this, porn follows you the rest of your life and people have a very long memory. If you are in your 40s, porn has gone from VHS, to DVD and now to downloads and purchasing of gigs. However, those tapes and CDs remain in people's closets, under their beds, everywhere in their homes for years. You find something from say 2003, and you are like, wow, won't this be great to play at my next group party. The problem for many of those performers is that they have moved on. I read what would best be called an "op-ed" where one well known performer was discussing the sudden suicide of a current day model and stating his life was a continual battle to distance himself from how he made a living for about twenty years. He's a huge top, he worked for a number of major studios and now he has a 9 to 5 job. What he pointed out, and it makes perfect sense, is that initially porn stars are put on what might be called a "pedestal". But you can't make a living doing four studio videos a year, and now with the advent of fans only accounts, and the constant illegal downloading, flicks from the late 80s, 90s, early 2000s and present day are available. This particular model stated while he was mourning the loss of his co-star to suicide, he mentioned how when he rejected the sexual advances of a fan, he went from being called a "star" to being called a "whore". Well, people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, because though not all of us have had live sex on cam as I may have, they have had sex in either a group setting or three way setting, and they can be remembered and identified. So I guess my point is, respect an individual's privacy. If you come across an individual and you are in a club, at a party, at a sex party and you recognize them, I don't think there is anything wrong with asking them privately if they are indeed the performer you thought they were. But to call them out by their "screen name" or "porn name" in front of a group of men it is not a good thing to do. For all you know, that individual may have put that part of his life behind him and may have moved on, either being single or in a relationship (and yes men who are in relationships do go to group sex parties, present company included). Granted, no one forced these men to participate, but for them to have to carry the burden or title to porn star for the rest of their lives is a bit much. I would test the waters gently before calling someone out about their past. I wouldn't like it done to me, they don't like it done to them, and I am sure many posters here would not enjoy it happening to them as well. Think about it guys!

Chapter 8 - Chris’ POV Javi and Tre were fucking the white cum whore at the same time. Both of their big dicks sawing in and out of his ass. They fucked hard and quick trying to be the group of guys to get the little whore to successfully cum hands free. As I watched the clock, I figured they wouldn’t quite make him cum. Kenny called time, and then it was Jay and Mike’s turn. Jay got on his back and picked Ty up off Javi’s dick and impaled him on his dick as Mike quickly got behind Ty and shoved his dick in. They started going at it. Ty’s head was moving more back and forth, but he was still passed out. Even with the bigger dicks, Ty didn’t wake up. I think he got too much G, but that was just going to make the rest of the night that much more fun. As the seconds raced on the clock, Jay was telling Mike to slam his dick in and out all the way and fuck the slut, but I think Mike’s slam and G were hitting him at the same time and making him space out. So, I doubted with his slow thrusts from behind that he would make the whore cum hands free. Just as I finished that thought in my head, Kenny called time. Kenny looked at me and motioned for me to look at his dick. He was screwing in a PA just like the one he let me borrow. Both of us, who had the biggest dicks, Kenny being 14.5” and mine being 13” now also had PA’s in our dicks with the ring having 6 spiked metal tips placed evenly around the ring to rip open a bitches insides. I just nodded and grinned knowing we were easily going to make this bitch cum hands free. I got on my back, and Kenny pulled the unconscious Ty off of Jay’s dick and quickly lowered Ty onto my dick with his back resting on my chest. I grabbed Ty’s legs and quickly pulled his knees up into a hold near my shoulders exposing Ty’s hole to Kenny. Looking at Kenny, I said, “Slam that spiked death stick up his ass, Kenny. Let’s show these other guys how you truly ruin a white cum slut’s hole.” “Fuck ya, bro!” Kenny shouted as he slammed all of his dick into Ty’s ass. I could feel the spikes on his PA dragging against my dick too. I would be surprised if my dick didn’t have some tears in it after this brutal fuck we were about to give the passed out white whore. Kenny pulled all the way out and slammed in again. I kept a hold of his knees and slowly thrust up into him and rocked my hips and made circles as I ground the spikes on my PA deep into the lining of his large intestines. Kenny continued to long stroke and slam his entire death stick in and out of the white boy hole. He was moaning and grunting at each thrust. About a minute in, his head started to roll from side to side. I wasn’t sure if it was from the rough thrusting or him waking up or just passed out pleasure, but about thirty seconds later his legs started to shake. I told Kenny he was close and shaking, so Kenny got even rougher. Not even two thrusts later, the white cum slut’s whole body started shaking and his dick shot out a huge load. The first spurt landed across my face and got in my left eye. But, I didn’t care. We had won and both continued to fuck the little whore. “We are going to finish in his ass. Then we’ll let you guys get back in your DP groups and load the whore up with more cum. Once he has another load from all of us, Kenny and I will start fisting the bitch.” I heard murmurs of agreement from the guys watching us. I looked back at Kenny, and his eyes were already glazing over. It was then that I realized the little white pussy was still squeezing and milking our dicks, and his cock was dribbling out a slow steady ooze of cum. I just moaned and couldn’t stop my nut from ripping out of my balls, speeding up my mandingo shaft, and exploding spurt after spurt of hot toxic seed deep into the white neg whore. As my cum lubed up his hole even more, Kenny roared his head back and started shooting his load too. We were both cumming at the same time deep inside this white neg cum slut as our spiked PA death sticks tore open his insides and made him bleed so our toxic seed could get deep in his bloodstream and make him a poz slut. Both of us slowly pulled our dicks out of the whore. Javi and Tre quickly grabbed him and double penetrated his ass again. They didn’t last long as they were getting worked up watching the rest of us fuck Ty senseless. Soon we heard Tre announce he was cumming quickly followed by Javi. They pulled out and Mike grabbed Ty and slammed him on his dick and told Jay to get him from behind. I think they lasted even less time than Javi and Tre. They almost grunted at the same time and started shaking as you could see their bodies convulsing as they shot their loads deep into the passed out white boi pussy. When they pulled out, I put Ty on his back and pushed his knees up to his shoulders exposing his gaped hole. It was very puffy, red, and a slow flow of pinkish cum was running down his taint towards the sheets on the bed below making a puddle. We all came in close to observe our work and look at the pretty white boi pussy that was virgin just a few hours earlier that now could not even close, gaped open from being slutted out by big ethnic dicks, and oozing nothing but toxic seed mixed with his neg blood. It was a sight to see and remember, so I grabbed my phone and started taking tons of photos to document the occasion. Kenny asked if I wanted to fist the bitch first, so of course I jumped at the opportunity. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I quickly sized up the other guys. I do believe that I had the biggest hands in the group, and I was getting the pleasure of being the first to fist the whore. Nothing like starting with the biggest in the group first so that the hole gets forced open and can then more easily take the smaller hands. I quickly inserted 3 fingers in the still gaped open hole and plugged him up. The cum stopped oozing but I could feel the wet insides. They were full of cum and his ass walls were not just wet with cum, they were coated all over. As I twisted my fingers around in his hole and felt the walls of his ass it felt like my fingers were being coated with viscous cum and not a single inch of my fingers were dry by the time I had twisted my fingers all the way around in a full circle. Not wanting to waste any time and fucking turned on by the amount of toxic seed coating not only my fingers but the entire anal cavity of the neg virgin white boi pussy, I pulled my fourth finger and my thumb together as I slowly pulled my three fingers out. With the tips of all of my fingers pressed together, I pushed them back into the hole meeting just a little bit of resistance. But, I didn’t let that stop me. I grabbed Ty’s hip with my other hand holding him in place as I pushed my fingers in more using them as a spike that got fatter towards my knuckles. Ty grunted and my hand felt even more resistance, but I was not going to let that stop me. I pulled back just a little and while holding firmly onto Ty’s hip, I pushed my fingers back in harder with a quick jab. Ty’s hole expanded and was stretched around 5 fingers resting at the ridge of my knuckles. I held his hip again and pulled back just a smidge and then pushed in hard again. My knuckles brushed against his puffy red swollen ass lips and quickly slid inside. I heard one of the guys watching mumble, “Fuck ya!” My fist was now completely in Ty’s hole and his hole was slowly spasming around my wrist. I slowly rotated my hand left and then right and then back again. I quickly noticed my hand was swimming in toxic seed. I quickly pulled my fingers out of the spike formation and made a fist. I started to pull my closed fist out of the white boi pussy from the inside making sure my fist was flexed and as fat as I could make it. I wanted to pull his rosebud out as I pulled my fist out from inside his hole. Despite all the fucking, stretching, double penetration, and gallons of toxic cum swimming in his hole ready to lubricate anything put inside, his hole still resisted me pulling out. So, I pushed back in a little more to where my wrist was once again surrounded by his puffy white boi pussy lips. I grabbed his hip, flexed my fist again to make it as big as possible and rock hard, and quickly yanked my arm back like I was pulling away from a hot stove. My fist quickly pulled free from his hole with an audible popping sound. Ty quickly opened his eyes and whimpered. I looked down and his hole was gaped open and leaking even more cum. I looked back up at Ty’s face. I could tell he was still partially conscious and the other part of his body wanting to ride the G wave back into sleep. I flexed my fist again, grabbed his hip, and punched my fist back into his hole. This time, Ty’s eyes got extremely bug-eyed, and he tried to lift his head off the bed and look down at his body. My fist had popped right back into his hole. But, the G was strong, and Ty couldn’t lift his head. So I decided to see just how strong the G’s hold was on him. I quickly pulled my fist out of his hole and then shoved it back in. Ty moaned and his eyes went wide again, but then his head just went limp and fell to the side of face. He had passed out again. Kenny came up beside me and said, “I thought he was going to wake up, but he passed out even with your punching his hole with your fist. I think I gave him too much G,” and he laughed. I laughed too and said, “Don’t worry, I know how to wake this bitch up.” “What are you going to do?” asked Javi. “Just watch. You’ll see,” I said. I pulled out and punched my fist into his hole rapidly ten more times. Ty still didn’t wake up. Javi just looked at me and said, “That did nothing. He’s still passed out.” “That wasn’t what I was talking about. I did that because I wanted to make sure that this hole was loosened up good and ready to be gaped open for a while. Now, I’m going to wake this bitch up.” Javi just puffed out a quick breath and looked at me like he didn’t believe me. I looked back at him, put on my most stern face, and said, “If you want me to gape your hole too with these fists, I will. Don’t test me.” “You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Tre quickly chimed in to defend his boyfriend. What he didn’t notice was Javi’s dick getting rock hard and spurting out a small amount of cum. I just chuckled and looked at Javi and winked. His dick twitched again. I looked back to his eyes which were glossed over thinking about my big mits fisting his hot Latino hole, and I said, “Tre you need to learn your boy here is a slut. Whether you want it to happen or not, he wants my fist in his hole.” Tre quickly looked over at Javi and noticed his state of full arousal, his glossed over eyes, and him staring deep into my eyes fixed on me. I looked at Ty, grabbed his hip, and then looked back at Javi making sure to maintain deep eye contact. “I will own your hole too. But for now, I want you to watch me wake this white boy slut out of his G hole. Watch and see what I do and think about how your hole is going to feel when I do the same to you.” Javi in an almost trance just nodded his head. “Javi, you need to watch my fist and stop staring at my face. I want you to see this and not miss a single movement.” Javi shook his head a little and moved his eyes from my eyes and focused on my wrist being surrounded by Ty’s puffy pussy lips. Tre was watching Javi, not quite sure what was going on. When I noticed Javi was intently watching Ty’s pussy lips slowly squeeze around my wrist, I said, “Here we go. This bitch is about to wake up.” I once again flexed my fist and made it rock hard. I quickly pulled it out of Ty’s ass. I pulled my arm back until my fist was right next to my rib cage to give my arm fist some thrusting power behind the push I was about to do. I quickly punched forward. My fist easily entered Ty’s hole, but my punch was still barely at its destination. I kept pushing forward until my fist came up against Ty’s inner hole. While it was not gaped open as much as his outer hole had been it also wasn’t closed completely. That helped my fist which was still balled up and flexed to be as hard as rock to continue deeper inside and put more pressure on his inner hole until it gave way. My fist was now completely in his large intestine. His outer hole was stretched and almost 3/4th’s of the way up my forearm to my elbow. Ty immediately opened his eyes and lifted his head as he gasped. I quickly opened my fist and made my fingers dance around touching all the parts of Ty’s large intestine that I could. Ty just moaned at the sensations. He looked at me and asked, “What’s going on? I feel funny.” I looked at Kenny and told him to grab his phone and start recording. I then looked at Jay and told him to do the same but to record Ty’s face. I then balled my hand up into a fist again, and quickly yanked my arm back. My fist pulled quickly through Ty’s inner hole and then his outer hole. He moaned, gasped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I looked at Javi and said, “Don’t underestimate my prowess again!” With that I pulled my arm back again to my rib cage, and slammed it back into Ty’s gaped pussy. Meeting virtually no resistance at his hole, my fist quickly made its way inside to his inner hole and met with some resistance before relinquishing and letting my fist once again plunder into his large intestine. This time I made sure his pussy lips were at my elbow. Ty’s eyes went wide, moaned, rolled his head back and forth, and then his cock started shooting cum all over his chest and up to his face. His inner and outer holes both spasming uncontrollably around my arm as his body had another anal induced orgasm. Ty slumped back to the bed and just convulsed as his body shook and spasmed and shot spurt after spurt of cum while he moaned and started to drool from his mouth. I looked back at Javi and noticed his eyes were glossed over imagining he was Ty at that very moment, getting fisted open by my big fist and having an anal orgasm making his big Latino dick shoot cum everywhere. Tre could see the look of desire in Javi’s eyes too and knew I was right. I would be fist fucking his boyfrined before the night was over. I opened my fist and again and let my fingers dance. Ty just moaned and said, “I’ve never felt so good before. Please don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop.” “I’m fisting your hole, you tweaked out white boi cum slut. My arm is elbow deep in your hole and right now my fingers are tickling your large intestines from the inside.” Ty just giggled. His head rolled from side to side. He finally looked up at me, slightly raised his head and said, “This feels amazing. I didn’t know I could be ticklish on the inside as well,” and he giggled again. I just wiggled my fingers more and told him that he was going to have all of our fists deep in his pussy before the night was over. He just moaned and mumbled, “Fuck ya!” Everyone including myself laughed at the look of total euphoria on the skinny white boy’s face. He was high as fuck and totally blissed out by having his hole abused. I was so glad I got to fist him first and make him cum again from my fist slamming through his holes. I looked at Kenny and said, “Your turn. You ready to feel this slut’s hole wrap around your fist?” Kenny nodded. I stopped tickling Ty’s insides, balled up my fist again, but this time I slowly pulled my arm out of Ty’s hole. First my fist pulled at his inner hole and pulled against it slowly until it gave up its hold on my wrist and let my knuckles scrap across the muscle and pull free. Ty gasped and moaned. I then slowly pulled it from his puffy outer hole. My entire arm was coated in pink tinged cum. I licked my forearm from my elbow up to my wrist and then opened my fist to reveal a pool of reddish tinged cum in my palm that I had scooped up in my fist deep inside his large intestine. I licked it up and licked up my middle finger and sucked it down. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, leaned over Ty and kissed him while pushing the bloody cum that I had collected from my arm in my mouth and pushed it into his mouth. We shared a sloppy cum filled kiss as he moaned and salivated at the taste of his blood and our toxic seed combined together in his ass now being tasted from every corner of his mouth. I pulled back from the kiss and presented him my hand. He didn’t even need to be told what to do. He started to lick each finger, then my palm, then the back of my hand, and then licked my arm all the way down to my elbow all around. He didn’t miss a drop. He savored every drop of toxic seed mixed with his blood as we all watched amazed and transfixed at the sight as this white cum slut submitting to his deepest desires. Kenny decided to break everyone out of the trance and slammed his fist into Ty’s hole. Ty screeched a little at the sudden intrusion in his hole and then slumped back down against the bed. “Oh yeah, Kenny. Use my hole. Get elbow deep like Chris did. I want to feel you tickle my insides too.” Ty just giggled and gasped as Kenny’s fist hit his inner hole and quickly pushed past. “Don’t worry, slut! I”m gonna use your hole. We all are. You just lay back and relax,” Kenny said. “Sounds good to me,” Ty said. “Hey, can one of you guys feed me your dick? I want to suck a cock while my insides are tickled too.” Not needing another invitation and moving quickly before anyone else could, Mike was by Ty’s face and slapped his dick across Ty’s lips, nose, and eyes. “Open up, bitch! Suck this big dick while that pussy gets fisted.” Ty opened his mouth and sound was coming out like he was about to say something, but Mike couldn’t resist. He slammed his dick forward and whatever Ty was going to say was muffled by Mike’s dick ramming against the back of his throat. He quickly gagged, and Mike pulled back a little. As soon as Ty was done gasping for air, Mike slammed his dick in even deeper this time forcing his way down Ty’s throat. With the sounds of Ty gagging, Mike moaning, and Kenny’s arm squelching in the cum in Ty’s hole as he punch fucked the white boi pussy over and over, I listed to the sounds of a negative white virgin boy turn into a poz cum slut for toxic big dicks that wanted nothing more than to destroy his hole. Everyone in the room watched or participated in some way as Ty slid into the world of poz depravity and relished every last second of it. ******************* Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out there. I hope you guys like it. Again feedback is always appreciated. Also suggestions for what happens next will be taken into consideration as well. Do you guys want to see Javi get fisted too?

Coda: The Tradeoff The clock in the center of Grand Central Station reads five minutes to six. The station is packed. People rush to catch trains, disembark from all parts of the east coast and beyond, dash for taxis, line up at ticket windows, some linger taking selfies of themselves with their friends marking the beginning of their exciting adventure in New York City. Jesse is simply waiting. He scans the crowd looking for a military-type guy he studied in one of the photos in Mac’s office—an apparently very rich leader of the largest paramilitary company on the planet. Former Navy SEAL, he’s the mercenary leader the Abbot talked about, the buyer of the star ruby now hanging between his legs. Studying the photograph, Jesse couldn’t help notice how hot the man is—square jawed, a dimple in his chin like a baby’s butt, blond hair slicked down and parted on the side, broad-shouldered, massive biceps, and wide set, fear-inducing eyes. The guy probably won’t be wearing anything hinting at his military background, like wearing fatigues like he is in the photo. More likely he’ll be just dressed like a regular dad-type guy—although hard to miss being big as fuck—passing through New York on his way from here to some non-descript somewhere else. He’ll definitely have a large suitcase with him, one big enough to hold five million dollars. The thought of that gets Jesse’s heart pumping. * So intent on inflicting Jesse with heart-stabbing pain, Lucius isn’t aware of Eros rising in back of him. It’s Eros’ eyes that are first able to move again. He adjusts to the mist fogging his sight as he watches Tommy’s final breaths. Those eyes then dart to the villain hovering over the dying body. Hatred fills him allowing him to break free of the paralyzing drug. Stiffly he rises, slow but unstoppable. He looms behind the priest. Eros glances down at T’s empty blue eyes, then with a furious yowl, nabs the unsuspecting fiend around the waist and plunges both of them into the pool. Eros continues yelling under water filling his burning lungs. The remains of the drug leaves him too wooden to move other than to coil his arms around the transformed monk, squeezing him with an inescapable death grip until they both settle at the pool’s deep end. They wrestle on the pool’s floor in an epic struggle. Eros’ last breath floats to the surface as he collapses over the monk who wildly struggles to break free. The dead weight succeeds in pinning the monk in Eros’ final embrace. The immovable body on top of him holds him fast, each breath exchanged for another inhalation of water, until he, too, expels his last wretched breath. Jesse doesn’t wait to see how the struggle ends. His heart pumps running down the staircase taking two steps at a time. He dashes past Mac coming out of his office, and darts out the back door and dives straight into the pool. He grabs Eros’ gray tee-shirt, yanking him to the surface. The lifeless body he pulls to the side isn’t Eros any longer—just a shirt, a large body, wet skin, slick brown hair, slack face, soggy shorts, barefoot, sodden with water. It’s easy enough to prop up a slack doll of his size on the pool steps. He climbs out of the pool next to Tommy’s body. It rests as before on its back, motionless, white foam caked on his lips. The priest, no longer weighted by Eros at the bottom of the pool, rises to the surface, his dead glassy eyes open staring sightless at the sun. The chlorinated water stings Jesse’s eyes. It mixes with his tears. His shoulders sag looking at his tattooed-covered friend. The guy he was initially leery of but came to realize he had no reason to be—who always looked out for him like the older brother he never had. Except for the white residue and his purple skin, Tommy could be asleep. But who the fuck is he kidding, he curses to himself? T looks dead, like some fucker strangled him till his eyes bulged out and his skin turned this unnatural shade of purple. And Eros? His head lolls stupidly to the side, a rag doll whose eyes will never open. Ash and gored wash off his skin in a red-grey puddle of muck. Jesse’s eyes turn from Tommy to Virgil. The cracked open head stopped oozing; the two silver sounds still stand upright in his sockets. But then, without cause or warning, the rods fall out of the sockets, clanging metallically on the concrete. It’s then that Virgil’s body starts to become translucent, growing lighter and lighter until it fades away entirely—only a bloody stain and two silver wands remain behind. There is a screech and the side gate opens. The shadowy figure Jesse had seen at the lighthouse, a small, ancient man with a hooked nose, enters aided by his cane, and quietly closes the gate behind him. “It’s to be expected,” Mac says, appearing behind Jesse. Jesse turns quickly around, shielding his eyes from the sun, and sees Mac staring sadly down at him. In the water Jaxton, too, is beginning to transform. His body becomes indistinguishable from glass, and the glass becomes indistinguishable from water. He, too, then vanishes from the center of the pool. “Are they in …” Jesse looks up at Mac, and asks with a shudder, “in … under the lighthouse?” “Yes,” replies the old man at the gate. “They most definitely are.” He ambles on his cane over to join them. “You are the boy that ran out of my quarters the other day, are you not?” “Yes, sir.” The man’s presence seems to have brought a sudden chill to the air. Jesse trembles as a brisk morning breeze rustles the trees around the house. Grimy, wet and naked, he shakes as now the bodies of Tommy and Eros also start to fade. “No, please,” he begs Mac, his throat tight and distraught. “Not them. You know they’re not like the others.” Mac removes his shirt and drapes it over Jesse’s tremoring body. “That’s up to Dante. Dante,” Mac says to the old man, placing a hand on the old man’s bony shoulder. “What say you?” Jesse scrambles up and clasps Dante’s brittle hands. “I know they’re not saints. But they’re good. Down deep they’re good. They don’t deserve the same thing as those other guys.” “What would you have, then, be they’re fate? If not hell and certainly not heaven, purgatory can be many things.” “Here.” Jesse falls to his knees imploring the man. “Let them stay here. I know here they’re happy.” Dante scrutinized Jesse. A puzzled look comes over his face. The boy seems to be someone he can no longer read. He presses on with what he knows. “I hold men who are known to me to account. Mac procures them, but I don’t determine any man’s fate, simply keep records of their actions. They, then, determine their own fate. If they are not good enough for their spirits to rise, nor evil enough to descend below, then yes, they may stay here. But they can never leave, you understand? And you cannot stay with them. You are among the living, not they.” “Hmm,” says Mac, eyeing the old man and Jesse. “Which means, Dante, you and I need to abandon this place, too, correct?” “Most certainly. We are forbidden to commune with them once their spirits roam free over the island. We have many places where we can go to. They do not.” “I don’t understand, Mac. I don’t get any of this.” Mac pulls Jesse up and wipes some grey residue from his cheek. “Are you like Jaxton or Lucius—whoever—and like the other monks? Like you just jump from one body to the next whenever you feel like it?” “Nope. My job is to simply procure. I’m human, a sexually potent forty-two-year-old human who loves to fuck young tail. A human who will die … when is it, Dante?” “As far as I am concerned, in the blink of an eye, at the age of eighty-four. It’s in the books, my boy.” “Eighty-four. Already half over.” He mulls the number, then shrugs. “I’m a simple mortal with an unbridled taste for the finer things. I was lucky to latch onto my own methuselian early in life. Dante’s the true eternal. Well, he is as long as people still know him, know of him at least. The monks, they’re not eternals. The only power they have is that they have access to boundless stores of money. And I, being an astute businessman, am happy to relieve them of it, no matter how dirty it is or for what purpose. I’m sure one day I’ll wind up same as them, under some lighthouse, wandering down to find my proper place in hell, moaning about what a raw deal I got. It’s a tradeoff. I can live with that. As long as I’m happy in this life, that’s my only goal.” Mac takes a towel from one of the lounge chairs, gives it to Jesse to wrap himself in before he continues. “There’s plenty of people like me. Ghislaine and Jeffrey are my doppelgangers, on the straight side of the scale—well, I should say, Jeff was, past tense. I’m sure he’s moaning under some lighthouse, somewhere, about how unfair life has been for him. Not me. I’m on the queer end of that procurement spectrum, and couldn’t be happier. For now, anyway. There’s a never-ending supply, every generation, of others like us. All any of us needs to make our way through this cold, cruel world, is to hook up with a methuselian. They hold us mortals to account, and with that knowledge I find ways to monetize what they know by—scare quotes—helping others. With our assistance we perpetuate the surprisingly same cast of characters, good ones and bad ones, over and over—for a slight service fee of course. Popes, dictators, sultans, CEOs, oligarchs, senators, luminary world leaders, lately even the slimiest movie and recording executives—you’d be surprised how familiar the usual suspects are. Eternals have been overseeing this kind of human trafficking for thousands of years, but they need grunts like me who’re willing to get their hands dirty to pull it off. It’s the way the world keeps spinning, kiddo. Am I right, Dante, or am I right?” “You have the most tiresome habit of stretching out a monologue until the point is forgotten.” Dante takes Jesse chin. “Suffice it to say, I am the world’s engine; he, unfortunately, is rudder.” Mac thinks this over for a minute. “Fair enough.” * “You’re Santana?” An impressive, bald Black man with a trim grey beard, is in back of Jesse. He’s a little incredulous, holding a photograph, looking from it to Jesse. Jesse’s startled for a moment, but composes himself quickly. The man has on wraparound tactical sunglasses that mirrors Jesse back to himself. It’s unnerving. He’s in an olive green, tight-fitting tee-shirt that clings around his arms and over his chest. There’s no mistaking his military rigidity. He looks like, with one move, he could snap Jesse in half. “I am, yeah. But you’re not Major King.” “I’m Coronel Reynolds. Come with me.” The man doesn’t wait for Jesse, but moves swiftly and descends Grand Central’s staircase to the lower level. Jesse hurries after him, following him in and out of clumps of tourists, straight into the station’s men’s room. The coronel stops at the last stall and raps his knuckle on the door—three knocks, then two. The stall’s metal lock slides open. Reynolds holds the door open. Jesse’s wary, but realizes this is what he’s here for and walks inside. Major King, the blond man from Mac’s photograph, squats on the toilet next to a large suitcase. He’s in civilian: a tight fitting navy blue tank top printed with a Captain America shield of red, white and blue. His muscular arms have a prominent vein running over his biceps, and his powerful chest, even bigger than Coronel Reynolds’, is topped with light brown chestnut hair in thick swirls going up to his collar bone. His deep set eyes bore into Jesse. He clenches his jaw accentuating his deep chin’s dimple. Jesse guesses it’s got to take hours of shaving to get that baby-butt dimple so smooth. The man’s intense stare is so over-powering Jesse can’t hold it. He has to look elsewhere. Elsewhere turns out to be him looking down at his khaki shorts resting over the largest pair of black shit-kicker boots he’s ever seen. Elsewhere is also Jesse spying a dark blond bush between the man’s legs with a fat hog hanging down inside the toilet. “Let’s see it.” “Excuse me?” Jesse asks, very distracted. “The star ruby.” King leans in intimately close in order to close the stall door behind him. The metal lock snaps shut. “Let’s see the money first.” King glares at him but puts the suitcase on his lap. He clicks open the luggage locks. Jesse lifts the lid and finds hundreds of wrapped packages of hundred dollar bills. He fans through one of the stacks, then counts the rows and columns. After doing a quick calculation in his head, he nods his satisfaction to King. King closes the suitcase and sets it aside. He pulls out several sheets of toilet paper and reaches under himself and wipes his crack. He does this several times all while keeping an eye on Jesse. Jesse wonders why he couldn’t have taken care of that beforehand. “Ruby,” King says, holding out his large, callused palm. “You don’t talk much, do you?” The man’s dark blond brows furrow. Jesse drops his drawers and lifts up his dick to show King. The major takes his cock between sandpaper fingers and twists the ruby around to observe the five rare veins that run through it. As he’s examining it, Jesse can’t help feel his dick starting to swell. He tries not looking at King’s biceps that are as big as his own thighs. The thick, defined muscles flex as he twists the jewel. Jesse focuses instead on King’s forest of chest hair, but that also seems to add to his swelling dick. So he drops his eyes and realizes Kings uncut hog is rising from the depths of the toilet. His erection appears to get hung up under the rim of the toilet. Regardless, the trapped cock continues growing, now to the thickness of Jesse’s wrist. King takes his monster out of the toilet so it doesn’t get drenched, reaches behind him and pushes down the flush handle. The roar of the water is somewhat blocked by King’s butt. Both of them with raging hard on look at each other. It seems as though they’ve arrived at an unspoken understanding. * Eros’ cock is as hard as a California redwood tree. His fingers claw at the lip of the shack’s sink. Bent over, his hairy ass presents itself shamelessly to Tommy, and Tommy takes full advantage of plunging his cock deep into Eros’ asshole. As he’s fucking the big guy he’s smacking his ass like a bronco rider as hard as he can, pummeling his cock deep into Eros. Eros growls enjoying being fucked this ferociously. Tommy throws one leg up on Eros’ back, his foot pushing Eros’ face to the shack’s floor, which allows him to plunge even deeper into Eros’ hairy pussy. “So they can’t see us?” Jesse asks at the shack’s window, dressed with a backpack over his shoulder. “You are a mere disturbance to them, like a mosquito buzzing about the room. More annoyance than presence. You’re simply not a part of their story anymore,” Dante says. He then turns to Mac. “Nor are we, so we must make haste. The longer we stay, the stronger, too, our disturbance to them will be.” “So, like, are they going to be like that forever?” Jesse wants to know. Eros’ is panting heavily and Tommy is slapping his ass harder and harder as he getting close to shooting. Mac looks in, admiring the studs in action. “Well, their bodies won’t age, their souls will though. But as long as love and lust is in them, they’ll exist on this island.” “Then I believe they’ll be here forever,” Jesse pronounces. He turns to the old man wobbling on his cane. “What about me, Dante? What’s happens to me?” Dante stares at him for the second time that day. “I am amazed but I truly don’t know. You’re unclear to me. You’re no longer part of their story but you are also not part of ours. Before I read you clearly: a boy who’d lost his parents, who was infinitely curious, and equal parts brave and foolish. But something about you has changed. I’m unsure what that is.” “First time for everything, I guess,” Mac says. “I’ll drop you on the mainland when we leave. Get yourself to Grand Central, make your swap with King, and the world’s your oyster, kiddo.” “You don’t mind that I get to keep the ruby money?” Excited howling by Tommy and Eros blast from the shack causing the three of them to look again inside. Tommy’s flipped Eros’ on his back. Eros has his legs wrapped around Tommy’s waist, and Tommy’s whooping in the air, riding him like a show horse around a rodeo rink. Eros snorts, jacking his log while pulling Tommy’s head down to plant his mouth around his. “I’m sorry. What were we talking about?” Mac focuses back on Jesse; Dante keeps spying on the boys. “The money,” Jesse reminds him. “No, yeah. I think you deserve all of it. To me, it’s a rounding error. You have to figure my procurements are in the hundreds of millions, often more. You yourself cost the Abbot a hundred million, and fortunately there’s no one to ask for a refund.” Jesse can’t help suppress a smile imagining someone would pay that much for him. “Don’t get cocky, kid. That pair in there? Ten times that.” Jesse does the math and his jaw drops. Dante pulls himself from the window and nudges Mac. “Okay, we’ll go, we’ll go,” Mac says indulgently to the methuselian. “Since you get to keep all that dough,” Jesse bumps up against Mac, “can you spot me twenty bucks so I can get a train ticket to New York?” Mac puts a hand on Jesse’s head, pushing him down to his knees. “It’s cost you a blow job first.” Dante shakes his head, then peeks back inside the shack. * “Reynolds, the little guy’s coming with us. I don’t have the tools to relieve him of the ruby. But I do at headquarters.” “Understood, sir,” says Reynolds. He leads the way clearing a path for them through hordes of tourists swarming Grand Central. Jesse follows Reynolds pulling the suitcase, with King hanging on to Jesse's backpack and bringing up the rear. In the backseat of King’s limousine, on their way to an undisclosed location, King’s got his hand on the lump in Jesse’s pants. He gently squeezes it. King studies his reflection in Reynold’s sunglasses, gives the coronel a quick wink. Behind his shades and the trim grey beard, Reynold’s eyes crinkle and his mouth parts into a large, toothy smile. King looks back at Jesse. “I can fix us something in the mess hall when we arrive. If you’re hungry.” Jesse thinks for a moment looking at Reynolds and then at King. “Ya know, I’m suddenly famished,” Jesse says, running a long tongue along a razor-sharp canine tooth. “I don’t think I’ve been hungry like this ever in my life.” What follows, well, that’s a completely different story.

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.

I walked into the bar, I wasn’t changing my mind. It was a popular venue with after work gatherings , a mixed straight clientele. I was 42 , recently divorced and now following my urges for guys. I wasn’t out as gay yet. I has chatted on gaydar with this guy. Sexy , bald , straight looking. 6 foot. I was similar with dark hair. What had secretly attracted me was the ‘needs discussion’ on his safe sex status. I had found he was poz on meds. He knew I was neg, not on prep. ‘ So you made it, not often guys who have just come out as gay turn up on first dates’ he said just a little too loudly. The two women in their early 30’s along the bar who had eyed me as I walked in turned their heads again. So much for being not out! ‘Yeah, I was always going to come’ I said unconvincingly. ‘Well, you know about me, tell me about you’. We chatted for ten minutes or so before the subject of sex came up. He knew I was bottom. ‘ There have been guys who asked me to come off meds and breed them before today ‘ he said . The statement threw me completely off course, it was probably his test. ‘Yeah, I didn’t think they would go through with it or that I would get off on it but wow, what a buzz’ ‘Really? ‘ I said ‘ did you convert them? ‘ . ‘ Yes, both of them, but it took three or four sessions until they converted. The thing is, once you have done it once and not converted, you just want it more and more until you do’ I knew that whilst it was a secret turn on, I wasn’t going to have sex with Phil straightaway. We were in a busy straight bar for a start. ‘ You like bareback don’t you? ‘ he said. ‘Yes, but I’m not on prep yet’I replied. ‘ I wouldn’t put medication in my body unless I needed it - you don’t need any yet, it’s far better just being natural’ he responded. ‘ I would love to get you in a harness, and slide my cock in you’ he carried on. ‘Bare of course, and I never pull out’ . I was already getting hard just thinking about it. ‘Undetectable guys are safe anyway ‘ he said. We chatted a little more before he said he had to go, but wanted to see me again. He explained he thought I would be a no show as a newbie and had made other arrangements. We swapped numbers. As we walked outside and I made my way to my car across the dark car park, he came with me. He must have parked fairly near me. ‘I’ll get in for five minutes if you like’ he suggested. I clicked the door open. We got in, he leaned over and kissed me hard. When I broke from the kiss he had pulled his joggers down. He was showing a thick circumcised cock , around 6-7 inches. I was mesmerised. ‘Suck it’ he ordered. I went to town on his cock, conscious that we could be seen if anyone came remotely close to the car. ‘I want you to swallow my load, that way I know you will come back for more’. ‘ This is your first poz cock, I’m sure it won’t be your last’ he continued. I was loving the cock and wanked him, wanting him to cum, he was safe after all. ’I don’t stealth guys, by the way, I tell them my status and they make up their minds’. He carried on. ‘You’re enjoying this cock, but you should know I was on meds til last week. I’ve been off them for 10 days now, ever since you hit me up on gaydar, so I do have a viral load’ I was hearing the words but not processing them quickly enough. I love sucking cock. ‘And you want to swallow my cum, I can just tell you’re a natural cocksucker’. Wait… my brain was registering …not on meds anymore and poz, but my own cock was hard! In the brief seconds that my brain was registering this, his cock flexed and he started to cum. ‘ Swallow all that poz juice boy you want it’ My natural reaction was to swallow, I loved cum in my mouth. ‘Mmmmmmpphh’ was all I could say as I swallowed all his load. ‘Good boy! You’re pretty safe just swallowing, but I think you’ll be back for more, I can just tell. You know my number, just hit me up when you’re ready’ and with that he opened the door and just left. I sat in the car in a daze for a few minutes. I had just swallowed a toxic load, was I stupid? I knew it was reasonably safe, but my cock was rock hard. Was that a lucky escape or was I setting out on a road? Did I want more? to be continued.."………..

Another successful trip to the glory hole! Heard about 'parties' happening on Tuesdays where it's a free for all. Too many bottoms on Tuesday, so I decided to go on Wednesday ☺️ and I wasn't disappointed! Went into the back and stripped naked, lubed my ass and waited. I was there for about an hour and a half, and I sucked 6 guys off and swallowed their sweet cream, and was fucked hard and cum in by 4 guys. An additional 2 guys came on my back as I was being fucked! Ok I will definitely be back!

5 loads today Load #1 51yo White guys 6’ 180lbs 7 1/2” looking to fuck. Cut to the chase and he would fuck me Anon bb. Css as me to my place and skillfully fucked my ass to completion. Not pretty to look at and had a belly but who cares… I got his load. Load #2 prearranged on Grindr white guy. 27yo 5’10” 165lbs with 7-8 inches of white meet. Fuck me with the load from the first guy. Was happy that I got a load in me, fuck me with the first guys cum and took his time fucking and pulling my guts out, Load #3 Filipino Local guy that fuck with, 30yo 5’10” 190lb with a decent hard 6”. He loves to eat my my cum filled pussy and just didn’t eat my ass, he sucked all the cum and juice from it and made it dry. Forced his dick in me dry before breeding me. load #4 was from the first guy that came back to fuck me again. This time he tried to r tend his fucking. My hole was gapping and squirting cum on his duck but he didn’t care, just was horny and wanted to cum again. Load #5 6’3” 220lb 27yo built like a football player BBC. He used his duck to dig out the cum from my ass and pressed my back so my stomach was against the bed. He drilled me and made my ass slosh and sing for him. My hole was gapping and loose, cum dripping from it. slim pickings after that my hole closed up and tighten up but I decided to call it a night. Love new random guys adding their cum to my small Asian pussy.

Part 11: Deadline, 2066 All at once, as it seemed to Hamish, the years had flashed by, and he found his personal deadline date of 2066 looming on the calendar on New Year’s Day. He’d gone with a couple of casual friends for a major-league celebration on what he, but not they, knew would almost certainly be the last New Year’s Eve of his life. He had a wild round of New Year’s Eve sex with one of them, a stalwart 40-something guy who thought he was picking up a younger man. Which, of course, was only partly true. The older man, name of Greg, did a fine job of plowing Hamish with his cock which curved upwards to the tip and proved to be an ideal prostate buster. But when Hamish took over the top position, he gave Greg a terrific ride which involved forty-five solid minutes of fucking and two good big loads. If Greg hadn’t gotten “sort-of” dressed and staggered home in an epic walk of shame at 3:30 in the morning, he would undoubtedly have taken another load or two from Hamish later on. Hamish had finally gravitated back to Edinburgh, no doubt out of nostalgia for the time when he met Alan here and learned from him how to discover the mark of the immortal. He’d settled in an apartment off the Royal Mile and spent much time wandering around the beautiful new (to him, at least) buildings of the Castle Hill and the positively modern Georgian New Town area – barely a quarter as old as he was. His favourite hangout, though, was a sleek modern coffee bar in an old house on Cockburn Street, quite close to the site of the long-gone thatched inn where he and Alan had first bonded. Hamish would chuckle at the thought that he might still look 32 and a few months, but he was definitely acting like any senior citizen – sitting in the sunlight by a window, nursing a single cup of coffee for an hour at a time, and grumbling to himself about how young people today had no idea what really hard work was like. At busy times, the café would take your order and give you a number, and then a staff member would bring your coffee and food to your table. One morning, in February of 2066, a new staffer delivered Hamish’s order. A young man of twenty or so, with a flop of light brown hair across his forehead – and the kind of cute boyishness that in a few more years would mature into a devastatingly handsome man. Hamish looked up, smiled, and thanked him – and then sat upright, staring at the young fellow’s face, his mouth hanging open. The young man asked, “Is something wrong?” “No.” Hamish pulled himself together with an effort. “No, nothing’s wrong.” For the rest of the hour, he kept sneaking glances at the young guy whenever his back was turned. Nothing much to be seen – at least, not what he was looking for, what he was hoping – or dreading – to see. After he’d delivered Hamish’s coffee order half a dozen times over the next 2 weeks or so, the young guy (whose name was Roger) and Hamish were on first-name terms, with some casual flirtation thrown in. At last, Hamish invited Roger for dinner – and he accepted. They met at a small restaurant not too far away, and conversation flowed smoothly and easily. Hamish was chuckling inwardly at the thought that any chance onlooker might easily think he was a cradle robber – but they’d have no idea just how right they were! Hamish walked Roger home after dinner, and Roger turned to him, kissing him right there in the street. It gave Hamish the opportunity he’d been waiting for from the first moment he’d seen Roger. Sliding his hands up the back of Roger’s neck, and into his hair, he massaged the skin – and found the row of small bumps. Roger pulled away, and then took Hamish’s hand and led him upstairs. As they sat together over a glass of wine, Hamish put his arm around Roger, and decided to go for it, just like he had over a century earlier with Bobby. “How old are you, Roger?” “Twenty-one. You want to see my photo I.D.?” he replied in a smart-ass tone. Hamish just stared at him with that look on his face that said, Seriously? Roger sighed. “Okay. Actually, I’m seventy-three. How did you know?” And just like that, with a déjà vu that was so total it could have been a script in an online game, he was having “the talk” yet again with another young immortal who was still new to this life, explaining about the marks, and the thousand-year limit. In the course of that talk, he asked Roger, “So, how and when did you get turned?” Roger laughed. “It was 2014, and I was 21 years old – which is how I still appear, of course. I was playing an early vintage virtual reality game and, somehow, I got sucked right into the reality of the game and had to fight for my life against a horde of demons. I was killed. And a moment later, I was back in my room, seeing a flashing message on the screen saying, ‘Game over – you lose, Sucker! Play again? YES / NO.’ And that was not the standard end-of-game message for that game. Weird as hell. I pushed yes -- but that time I just got the normal game. It took me a few years to realize that I had stopped ageing at that point.” Hamish was thinking to himself. Just like Alan with his book of spells back in the 800s, mortals always keep getting themselves into trouble by messing with dark things which they don’t understand and don’t take nearly as seriously as they should. So far, then, this meeting was going very much like his meeting with Bobby at that first big orgy in the Hamptons back in the 1920s. But there was a difference this time, and Hamish suddenly realized as he listened to Roger going on speaking, that Roger was laying his heart bare – and for Hamish alone to hear. “Hamish, I don’t know what’s going on here, but right from the first day I met you, I just felt deep down inside that in some way we belonged together, we needed to be with each other. It’s crazy, you’re not even my type anyway, at least not to look at – but there’s this, like, magnetic pull tugging me towards you, and I’ve never felt like that with anyone before. Do you know what it is?” Hamish had a sudden wild hope in his heart of hearts that he couldn’t deny. He gazed deep into Roger’s dark grey eyes, so much like Alan’s eyes had been that the resemblance was beyond uncanny. “I know one thing for sure, Roger. It was your eyes that stopped me dead in my tracks as soon as I saw you that first day.” He took a deep breath, nerving himself to continue. “What’s your full name, Roger?” “Roger Craig Alan Thorne. Roger was for a cousin of my mother’s who died young, Craig for an uncle of my father’s.” “And Alan?” “My mum told me years later, after she and Dad divorced. She said the name Alan just came to her out of nowhere as she held me for the first time, so she persuaded my dad to add it on.” Hamish was almost beyond being able to think coherently. The revelation that this young man was immortal, the way he described the power pulling them together (which Hamish had also felt), the uncanny coincidence of the names, and especially the back story of his third name – for Hamish, it all added up to just one thing. The question was how best to explain it to Roger. “You asked what was happening. I don’t actually know, but I have a theory. To explain it, though, I have to take you back in time – a long way back. The first man I ever met who recognized me as an immortal gave me that whole speech which I just gave you – except for the part about the thousand years. He and I had a very unusual relationship. Right from the start, we began to bond with each other. We connected in so many ways, on so many levels that, in the end, our two souls pretty much became one. “Some day, I may tell you all about what happened between us, and how it affected my entire life. The point that matters right now is this: he confirmed for me that some souls do resurrect or reincarnate as a different person. Well, I haven’t died yet – but I did the math, and it might or might not be a coincidence that you were born just 150 years after he died, which was in 1843. It also might or might not be a coincidence that the café where we met is just a few metres up the street from the spot where I first met him back in the year 1311. And finally, what puts it almost beyond any chance of coincidence – for me, at least – is that you have his eyes.” Hamish paused and took a deep breath. “And his name.” “Which name do you mean?” Roger asked, although he had already guessed. “Alan. The name that ‘just came to’ your mother. His name.” “So, you’re thinking…?” “I’m thinking that you are the reincarnation of his soul, and that the bond I shared with him is now forming again with you.” “Wow. This is so much to take in at once.” “I know. The thing is, Roger, once I had to tell you about the thousand-year limit, there was no way I could leave the rest aside. It all had to come out. You have a right to know as much as I do. And if my guess is correct, as I’m sure now that it is, you’ll have exactly 150 years to wait after my time runs out and I die, before I reincarnate and come back for you.” Roger continued shaking his head, mystified and baffled in a way, but absolutely able to follow the path of logic that Hamish had sketched out. It certainly appeared to be too many coincidences to be just coincidental. He also couldn’t deny the strong force that was pulling them into each other’s orbit. As for Hamish, he was foreseeing – and dreading – the moment when he was going to have to tell Roger the most difficult part of all. At which Roger, just as Alan always used to do, leaped right to the point that was in Hamish’s mind. “Hamish, you’ve carefully avoided mentioning it, but when is your thousand years up?” Hamish took Roger’s hands in his and held them firmly. “This year.” Roger’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Roger, I got turned at the Battle of Hastings, on October 7, 1066. My time is up this fall. As soon as my thousand-year term ends, I’ll begin ageing at far more than normal speed, and will likely be gone by the end of the month, certainly by the New Year.” Hamish watched anxiously as Roger took a couple of minutes to process the implications of that one. Then, he hitched his shoulders in what Hamish already recognized as a characteristic mannerism indicating that he’d made up his mind. “Well, if we only have till October, we’d better quit wasting time, yes?” And without waiting for an answer, he stood, then took Hamish’s hand and led him to the bedroom. With his previous partners, Roger had usually just dropped his clothes quickly and gotten right down to business, but he soon found that Hamish’s more mature style of undressing each other slowly, with plenty of kissing and caressing, was absolutely right for this time, this place, this man. Once they were in bed together, Hamish proceeded to take Roger’s cock in his mouth – and there was that familiar feeling of the perfect fit, even though it was a very different size and shape from Alan’s cock. There was some special quality that made it instantly feel at home in his mouth, and Hamish took that as another proof that his guess about this whole weird situation was probably right on target. When he swung around to let Roger take him in a 69, Roger too sighed with satisfaction as soon as he had taken Hamish’s cock into his mouth. Plainly, the formation of the bond was moving on at a great pace. At first, Roger just wanted to be the top as he’d never been fucked, and Hamish was fine with that. He was content to let Roger take his time to broaden his experience. As soon as Roger entered his hole, Hamish felt it again – that perfect adjustment to the exact fit, as precise as a well-machined lock and key. For his part, Roger was feeling a level of profound satisfaction that was utterly different from the superficial excitement of his many previous encounters. He’d already accepted as gospel the idea that Hamish and he were destined for each other, and now his every movement was perfectly matched by the ideal and wonderful response from his partner. He took his time; this was too precious a moment to be wasted with fumbling around or rushing. At last, though, he felt the need to cum rising up in his balls and starting to make its way up his shaft. He speeded up the pace of his thrusts into Hamish’s beautifully muscled ass, and Hamish began squeezing his ass around Roger’s cock at a tempo that exactly matched Roger’s pumping motions. When the time came, their two orgasms were so precisely timed that Roger’s seed could easily have shot right through Hamish’s body to emerge from his cock and spray into the air. Even the pulsations of their dicks were perfectly synchronized. Within a week, they were living together. Both of them accepted as a given that they were bonding. Whether the theory about Alan reincarnating was correct or not, there was no denying the speed at which they were growing into each other’s minds and thoughts. There was also no denying the intense satisfaction and sense of wholeness that they felt every time they had sex with each other. Within a second week, Roger had given Hamish his cherry. Roger was astounded that, despite everything he’d heard from friends, there was no pain at all after the first moment of entry. Hamish’s big, thick tool nestled inside Roger’s tight ass as neatly as if it had been sculpted for him. Roger had never felt so incredibly stimulated, so deeply stirred, as he felt when Hamish plowed slowly but firmly, driving all the way inside him over and over again. He pulled Hamish down on top of him, wrapping his legs and arms around his lover’s muscled body, and urging him on with deep, powerful kisses and cries of passion. Roger was so turned on by the sensations washing through him that he actually came hands-free, not once but twice, before Hamish finally speeded up his fucking motions and flooded Roger’s no-longer-virgin ass with the first load of his life. Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms, satiated and satisfied in a way that no previous sexual encounter of Roger’s had ever given him. When Roger got some vacation time from work, Hamish took him on a trip to see two places. A farmer’s hedgerow above the shores of the Firth of Forth was one. The burial mound was still visible, just barely, as it sank slowly under the weight of the hedgerow. This was where Hamish told Roger the entire story of Craig. Roger needed no help to recognize that the very human relationship between Craig and Hamish, while truthful and intensely, painfully real, had been entirely different from the bond which Hamish and he were nurturing. They then travelled to Finlaggan, now an established tourist attraction. The sandspit where Hamish and Alan had waded out to the islet now had a modern footbridge standing on it, wide enough to accommodate the golf cart shuttles which brought older, less agile visitors to the castle’s ruins. To Hamish’s dismay, the grave site had been opened up by archaeologists. A signboard explained that the grave was mysterious as it contained a body plainly interred in the 1800s -- yet was surrounded by artifacts dating back to the 800s. That set both of them laughing, Hamish with a silly giggle, and Roger with a dry, sardonic chuckle that Hamish recognized at once. Alan’s laugh. “At least, I know that he isn’t there anymore. The part of him that mattered the most is alive and kicking, right here beside me.” “You’re completely sure now.” “I am. The way you just laughed -- his signature laugh – that was the final proof I needed.” It was a strange year that seemed somehow to allow all the time in the world yet gave no time at all. Hamish strove to share as much of himself as possible with Roger, both consciously and through the subconscious and unconscious channels that their bond created. Back in Edinburgh, they spent as much time as possible together. Roger resigned from his job, reasoning that another one wouldn’t be hard to find when the time came. His friends all wondered where he had vanished to, but he didn’t mind. He’d already been around long enough to be used to the immortal’s routine of slipping quietly away when the questions about his unchanging youthful appearance became too pressing. Hamish grew more and more certain with the passing weeks that Alan’s soul had indeed come back and sought him out. With that certainty he equally became absolutely sure that he in turn would come back at the right time to be with Roger. His total conviction was both reassuring and infectious to Roger, who otherwise would have felt sorry for himself that this unique bond, so quickly found, should be so soon lost. But Hamish, with his long wisdom, convinced Roger that the bond would weaken but never break, and would draw his soul back to life as soon as possible. When October came, and the signs of ageing began to set in, Roger spent his every waking and sleeping hour with Hamish, trying to absorb as much of the man’s long history and wisdom as he could by every means possible. As well, he wanted – no, needed – to be with Hamish on this journey as Hamish had been with Alan before. It was a strange time, but a peaceful one. There was none of the traditional human railing against the inevitable coming of death, for Roger was now just as certain as Hamish that there was more, much more to their story than just this one year. On Christmas Day, 2066, Roger held Hamish securely in his embrace as Hamish breathed his last. But Roger knew that the story wouldn’t end there. Epilogue: 2216 Roger was always subconsciously aware of the significance of the date 2216, although he didn’t do anything foolish like counting down the days. He was more absorbed by his awareness of how much the world had changed in the century and a half since Hamish had passed away. For one thing, apart from a few stubborn holdouts, the vast majority of the world’s countries and citizens had now grown to full acceptance of varying sexual orientations and gender identities. Aside from the rapidly dwindling number of old-school cranks and faddists, any persecution of non-hetero people on sexual and gender grounds was a thing of the past. More surprisingly, the world had grown a long way into full awareness of the existence of immortals amid the planet’s population. Roger had played a significant political role in raising this awareness, earning international attention and plaudits for not only making immortals more visible, but also for making mortals more aware of the dangers of playing light-heartedly with the powers of darkness. The world’s more scientifically “enlightened” population had struggled mightily with this obvious reality, but even the oldest and most conservative scientists had been forced to accept the conclusions of long periods of rigorous scientific observation of Roger and others like him. These observations were declared concluded once the second generation of mortal scientists involved in the process had died of old age without Roger and the other immortals observed appearing to age by even a day. Throughout all this intense social awareness campaigning, Roger had never forgotten the significance of the date 2216. Even so, he didn’t at all expect what was going to happen. He felt sure that he would wait a couple of decades longer, perhaps even more, before finally confirming the truth of the theory that Hamish had developed and that he, Roger, had accepted. In the end, the entire year passed without anything untoward happening. Roger felt a brief pang of disappointment as the New Year came and went, ushering in 2217. Towards the end of February, Roger had a chance to visit a couple of friends that he’d first met 10 years earlier. Since they were completely familiar with his immortal status, and his preference for men, there were no sidewise glances and no snide comments about anti-ageing cosmetic treatments or organ enhancements. The times had indeed changed. His friends, Becky and Leo, had just brought home their premature twin sons from the hospital after nearly two months in the neonatal intensive care unit. They’d invited Roger over to have a good visit and dinner, and to meet the babies who had been born on New Year’s Eve at just about dinnertime. To his inexperienced eye, the twins looked about as repulsive as the average newborns. But he leaned over the paired cradles just the same, quietly giving out the sort of soothing sounds which adults always feel are very much the thing for young infants. One of them just lay there, eyes half closed, breathing but otherwise doing nothing much at all. The other one, though…. Roger’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. The little baby boy on the right had done something no baby of that age was supposed to be able to do. He had opened his eyes, looked right at Roger as if he were focusing on the man watching him, and raised his hand in the air, slapping at Roger’s extended hand in a first attempt at a high five. Becky and Leo both expressed surprise, as he’d never done anything so differently from his brother before. Then Roger asked, more as an idle inquiry than anything else, “What are their names?” Becky answered, “That one is John and the one who likes you is James.” “James,” Roger answered thoughtfully. “You could use the Scots versions of those names, you know. Ian and Hamish are perfectly respectable names.” Becky laughed. “Leo thinks that those names are too much hassle to be always spelling out and telling people how to pronounce them in the international world we live in now.” But Roger had already leaned over the cradle again. “Hamish… Hamish…” he said in a quiet, singsong voice. The baby opened his eyes again and smiled.

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.

Part 2: Inside it was dark, except for porn playing on the tv hooked up to a computer across from two double beds. One bed had nothing on it, the other had some clothes and looked like it was being used. Beyond the bathroom, which was closed but with the light and fan on, was a little counter on top of the fridge. On the counter was a tray with a few types of party supplies, some I knew of, others that didnt look like anything I had done before. There was a metal plate with a bunch of pills on them that were mostly crushed up. I saw poppers, what looked like some molly, maybe some coke, and a few other items in baggies and such that didnt make much sense. I started to feel warm and figured I needed to be quick, so I took off some clothes leaving my t-shirt and jock on while holding my poppers in one hand and the phone in another. I checked Manhunt again. He messaged. Hotel guy: “Get on the bed ass up, face down. You can help yourself to some party supplies if you want. Send a message when you are ready.” I took a look at the supplies, decided to try a rip of what looked like coke, and crawled into the bed. The hit was so intense. So much stronger than I was used to or expected and I had a brief moment where I felt like maybe I made a mistake, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I sent a message but everything felt blurry, I think I wrote, “Ready”, but it could have been anything. I tossed my phone next to my head as I buried them in the pillows, took a big hit of poppers, and groaned as I heard the door to the bathroom open. I focused on the sounds in the room, but it felt like the porn was turned up and I couldn’t hear much. There was a loud and hard smack on my ass that drove my face into the pillows even more. It should have heart, but it felt like electricity and made my whole body vibrate. I groaned again. I could tell that I was grinding my crotch into the bed a bit. I had laid down completely flat, with my legs spread a bit, with my ass cheeks visible. I heard him behind me and I assumed his buddy was there too. I took another hit of poppers and it drove me wild. I started grinding my crotch into the bed even more. I wanted to get used. I felt some fingers pulling my ass cheeks apart and a finger poking at my hole. It was lubed and without much resistance it slipped right in. Instantly, I knew something was different. My hole started to sting a bit, but it also felt amazing. I pushed back on his finger, then his two fingers, and soon… it was three fingers. It felt amazing. I heard him groan and felt him lean in close to my body. As he did I felt someone else, assuming his buddy, reach up around my face and put a blindfold over my eyes. This was kind of everything I wanted in my darkest dreams, but normally id feel too scared to even get close to anything like this. The fingers inside me pulled out then pushed back in. The guy inside leaned over and said, “You like to party right? You seem like you are tweaking pretty hard. This lube should help get you ready for us. I know you want it.” I heard the voice of another guy right after. “He left his phone unlocked. Look at all the apps and sites he has open. Messages from tons of guys. You want us to invite them over?” Even though I was fucked, I knew this could get out of hand really quickly, but all I could feel was the radiating heat and energy in my hole and the many horny thoughts dominating my brain. I was considering replying, or at least trying to, but just as I went to open my mouth, I felt a hand and fingers starting to probe my mouth. From the angle it felt like the hand of the guy who was also in my ass. His mouth was next to my head. “Yeh he does. He is going to let us do whatever we want, isn’t that right?” I groaned. In response he said, “in fact, we are not even going to fuck you right away. We are going to bring someone else over. Look, you got a guy on scruff nearby, he said he is ready to fuck. You want that?” I could only groan. He responded. “Just sent him the room number and I am posting a few ads and on a few forums. Today is going to be the best day of your life. Get ready.” All this time he kept his fingers in my mouth and in my hole. “Don’t worry, we will take care of you. Condoms and lube are here.” Nothing made sense, but I knew I was where I really wanted to be. This was going to be a wild day. Time passed quickly. The guys in the room kept up finger fucking my hole and eventually one of them got me to start sucking. Every now and then I would hear a Grindr notification and/or a vibration of a phone. I wasn’t sure it was mine or theirs. I knew I shouldnt have let them use my phone, but I was too horny and too desperate to care. I got progressively more worked up and eventually I was flying. I could tell I was on some sort of blend of drugs, but I wasn’t sure what. I could still feel the stuff from earlier pretty heavily, but it was all just putting me in a state where I felt like I could barely move, but everything felt amazing. I had enough energy to bring the poppers to my nose, but that was about it. I thought I heard a click of the door opening and closing, but I wasn’t sure. I took a big huff of poppers again and felt the guys move away from me with the dick being pulled out of my mouth and the other guy taking his fingers out of my ass. There was a bit of chit chat with a few hellos and such, but I was so tuned out and rolling that I couldnt really register all of it. I did hear the sound of a belt though as it was being undone and then clinking to the floor. I was exposed, I knew I was being stared at by at least two guys, but probably more, maybe just three, the porn was still playing pretty loudly, and I was grinding against the bed again. Suddenly I felt strong hands pull me back towards the end of bed by the ankles. I was roughly pulled back so my legs fell off the bed and my ass was up. Then, I heard his voice. A new voice. “You ready to get fucked?” Then, the sound of what I assumed was a condom wrapper being opened and some lube. I wanted to get fucked raw, but I didnt really have that conversation with the guys. I didnt really have any conversation with the guys. Just a couple horny messages and then I was ass up and blindfolded in the bed, higher than I had ever been. I kept hitting the poppers. I didnt really need them I dont think, but I was enjoying it so much. The darkness of the blindfold and the sounds of the room were mixing together with the sensations in my mind and my body, making me feel like I was vibrating and endless. I was caught up in the experience when I felt the head of a cock slap my ass and poke at my hole. “Dont clench up. Take it.” Then he thrust in. It would have hurt any other time, but he went all the way in right to the balls in one slick thrust. I was prepared having been fucked a little while ago and then being fingered and likely booty bumped by the guys who had the room. I dont know where they were, but I imagined they were enjoying the show. The guy inside me started to piston in and out. I wanted it raw, but I couldnt really think or speak much. I just groaned. With my left hand I started to reach back. I wanted to feel his body, maybe touch his cock, but I couldnt get there. He grabbed my hand and pulled it up behind my back with force. “No. No touching.” He thrust hard a few times and then threw my arm back towards the front of the bed. I decided to keep hitting the poppers. I heard some chuckles from across the room from what sounded like the direction of the other bed. I was getting fucked and I was being watched liked I was their own personal JustFor.Fans. The guy inside me started pumping deep long strokes, with a fast pump in and a slow pump out. In, with a quick jab, out with a slow pull. I was loving it. He thrust in quickly and started picking up the pace when I felt it. The condom snapped. He paused. I wanted it raw anyway and I didnt want to say anything, so I just groaned. He thrust again, paused, pulled out just so his head was inside me, and held it there. Then thrust in again. I heard more chuckles and sounds of admiration from across the room. I guess they were enjoying the show. The guy inside me seemed to throw caution to the wind and decided to go for it. He started hitting a really deep rhythm and kept it up. He leaned over my body, positioning his arms to the side of me with his head just above mine and little to the right. He was breathing heavy and it sounded like he couldnt quite catch his breath. In, out. In and out. “Fuck yeah” he said, this time from right beside my right ear. “Fuck yeah… take it. Keep it loose.” These words drove me wild and I had a hard time not clenching. “Don’t clench. Keep it loose. The harder you clench, the harder im going to fuck.” Those felt like a challenge I couldn’t avoid. His words were like fire and everything felt like it was burning. I could feel my hard cock straining against the bed and every thrust caused electricity to shoot through my body. I would clench and he would grunt and then slam into me hard. He was getting close. I heard some noise from the other side of the room and then a dick was at my mouth again. I dont know if this was someone new, or one of the original guys. It didnt feel like the dick from before, smaller and cut, but thick and meaty. I was beginning to appreciate its rise in my mouth when I heard the guy inside me groan and plow deep. “Fuck yeah. Take it. Fuuuuck”. He pistoned in and out a few more times, holding himself deep inside me as he did, and then slowly, he pulled out of me. I was pretty sure the condom was shredded and I was just hit with a second load of jizz in my hole. I whimpered on the cock that was in my mouth. I heard a bit of chit chat from behind and I think I heard one guy say, “I couldnt help myself. I hope he is clean.” Followed by the slam of a door and then the feeling of fingers going in my ass. I heard a voice from before, one of the original two guys. “That guy just shot a huge load in you. Did you like that?” as he pushed his fingers inside me. I just groaned. “Yeh bitch. Might as well give you some more.” All I could think was, fuck yeh, this is what I wanted.

I am 23 years old and I live in New York. I am blond, tall and with a muscular body. For four years I have been totally hooked on sex with old men, the uglier the better. I no longer have sex with guys my age or handsome men. I'm just looking for ugly old men and the sex is incredible. Does anyone have the same problem?

I wanted to push my limits as a boy and try more kinky stuff, so i met a daddy online with loads of chems and a play room to push my limits. He was late 50s tall with a 9 inch cock, we start talking and arrange a meet, i knock his door really nervous i step inside and daddy grabs me and pins me down then slams me with a 1g needle of t, im instantly rushing tingling all over, he drags me to his playroom shuts the door then forcefully strips me naked then makes me snort 3 huge lines of c, then pulls his cock out and facefucks me till its hard. His cock is huge and so hard he pulls out my mouth then ties me up and says. " im gonna fuck ur hole now boy " " im a virgin your cocks to big i mumble" he laugh and pulls out another. 1g needle of t then injects it straight into my hole, im so high and helpless i can barely move, daddy gets on top of me and lines his cock up against my hole and says " boy im poz im gonna fill u withh my toxic load and make u my slave" Dontf i mumble please dont. He rams his cock deep inside me and starts thrusting me hard im moaning so loud he keeps fucking me harder and deeper, he keeps going presses his face against mine " boy im gonna abuse u take my toxic load " then shoots his load deep and floods my hole he pulls his cock out and watchs my hole drip his poz load. " good boy ur daddies boy now how are the chems " " i slurr there good im so high " Part 1

Part 1: The Legend An old Scottish legend, echoed in the mythologies of several other proud and ancient lands, tells of a woman who is enticed away from home,husband, family, and everything of value to her by a demon who appears to her, taking the form of her dead sailor lover. Hamish McAlpine read the description in a respected online reference source and snorted indignantly. It was so completely wrong, on so many levels, that he couldn’t believe they’d actually had the nerve to publish such trash. For starters, he wasn’t a demon. Not even close. He was immortal, true, but that wasn’t how he’d been born, nor was it by his own choice. Some people might think he’d enticed Alan, although he could have sworn it was totally 50-50 -- so who enticed whom? He had certainly not appeared as a dead sailor – what a ridiculous notion! Hamish could and did get seasick crossing a river. In fact, he had absolutely no power to shift his shape. All he could do was change his clothes and his hairstyle. He’d appeared as he always did – as himself, forever aged 32 “and a bit.” Most outrageous of all, the supposed “victim” wasn’t even a woman. Alan was a man – all man, the most sexy and magnetic man Hamish had ever met in his 988 years of life. And it wasn’t as if Hamish had ever lacked for interested men. He’d planted multiple loads of his immortal seed deep in the tight assholes of more than a few kings, ranging from Richard the Lionheart to Frederick the Great, with a little fling with James VI of Scotland thrown in along the way. He’d fucked, or been fucked by, dozens of men named in the history books, from the great through the not-so-great and all the way to the downright-dirty ones, down through the centuries. There’d also been a few missteps, a few intimate exchanges which ended badly with the party of the second part swearing vengeance, and demanding satisfaction. The results in these duels were predictable: Hamish would let himself be killed, then he would promptly resurrect, and the other man would either run screaming in terror or just blink and berate himself that his aim was so far off. Hamish had been immortal for so long that he scarcely recalled what his life had been like before it got extended indefinitely. He had vague memories of living in the servants’ quarters of a Scottish baronial castle, of acting as a footman, opening doors, bowing, delivering food from the kitchens to the Great Hall. His memory was a bit better when it came to his spare-time activities. Start with Neil, an apprentice armourer. Hamish had walked into the armoury one rainy afternoon, expecting to pick up a spear that was being rebalanced for the Baron. Instead, he found Neil bent over with the blacksmith’s spear embedded in his rear gate. Hamish had gotten down on his knees to suck on Neil’s cock, and soon pulled the sperm up and out as the blacksmith filled the young guy’s ass with his load. The blacksmith pulled out and went back to his forge but Hamish stayed when Neil invited him to fuck him some more. Hamish had driven his cock right into Neil’s butt, still full of the blacksmith’s seed, and the sensation soon drew his own cum up and out, filling Neil up to the point where the combined loads of sperm gushed and squirted out as Hamish kept pounding into his hole. But Neil was by this time getting hard again, and he pulled away, turned around, bent Hamish over, stripped away his clothes, and swiped a handful of the cum from his ass as lube. This was Hamish’s first time getting fucked, and it hurt like hell. He could hear the blacksmith laughing in the distance as the cries of pain were ripped out of Hamish’s throat. But the cries slowly evolved into moans of satisfaction as it became apparent that, in this area at least, the apprentice had definitely mastered some skills. Neil proved to be a first-rate top as well as a pliant bottom, and that combination of gifts kept both of them happy for the next year or so. But then Neil left, to take up a position as blacksmith and master armourer at another castle. More memorable still was Ian, fellow footman with a slim, firm body, blazing red hair, and an equally roving eye. It didn’t take any time at all, after Ian was recruited onto the castle staff, for Hamish to recruit Ian for after-hours extra work. Ian was the kind of man who would bend over any time for any man who asked and Hamish asked – early and often. They started with quickies snatched on the fly in the storage cellars, on the back stairway, or after hours in the kitchen. Hamish would walk up behind Ian, rub his hand across the seat of Ian’s breeches, and the younger man would turn to putty. Hamish would yank Ian’s breeches down, bend him over, release his own hard cock from his clothes, and proceed to plow that lovely Scottish ass with its light coat of flaming red hair. Even after Hamish had fucked him dozens of times, Ian’s hole remained delightfully tight, and it took very little time – sometimes as little as two minutes – before the tightness, and Ian’s quiet moans, pulled Hamish right up to the brink. Then he would pound ass, as fast as he could go, until his cum exploded in a frantic burst of energy inside Ian’s hole. Later on, Hamish reached a senior footman position and got a room of his own. It was cold, drafty, and dark, and the straw pallet was all he had in the way of a bed but still… it was private. Ian and Hamish enjoyed many hours of their off time, romping on that pallet. It gave them much more latitude to explore a whole variety of positions for sex. Since Ian’s cock was both shapely and not too thick, Hamish always enjoyed sucking him off. Ian particularly like the nights when Hamish would take him through their entire repertoire of positions, fucking him up, down, and sideways for several hours and planting several loads of seed deep in the redhead’s ass. In time, Hamish got hold of a bigger pallet and they were actually able to sleep together. Ian just loved cuddling up to Hamish after a good, hard fucking, and falling asleep with Hamish’s arms wrapped around him. There was no real love on Hamish’s side of the relationship. To him, Ian was a damn good fuck with a firm body who was always ready, able, and willing – but that was it. Ian understood that, and didn’t resent it, being grateful to always have hot sex there whenever he wanted it (and that was often). Life got a bit more tiring when the Baron’s second son, Robert, took to summoning Hamish in the evenings to help him relax for sleep. That started after Robert caught Hamish and Ian one night, enjoying a quickie for old times’ sake on the back stairs. Robert’s favourite form of relaxation was to slide his far-from-tiny cock deep inside Hamish’s firm ass when Hamish was on his hands and knees on the bed. Robert would then drive inside that hole deep and hard, sometimes keeping going for as long as an hour, and cumming inside Hamish as many as three times in a single extended fuck. He also demanded that Hamish prove his “loyalty” by cumming too. Robert was far too fastidious and dignified to let the lowly Hamish fuck him or suck him, or even shoot on him, so Hamish had to make do with his hand, with his back turned to Robert (who was actually quite a pleasant sight when undressed), and with Robert’s cock slamming into him at top speed. It all made for exhausting sex as well as a fierce ache in the nether regions, and left Hamish sometimes too tired to do the honours for Ian. Life underwent a dramatic change when the Baron decided to revive his struggling treasury by selling the services of his “private army,” as he called it, to the English King, Harold Godwinson, for a generous fee. The “army” actually consisted of a ragtag group of peasants and shepherds, “organized” (to use a slightly misleading term) under the direction of the castle’s senior servants. The Baron and his sons were nowhere to be seen – sensibly, as things turned out. During the trip south to England, Ian died in a bizarre freak accident. He lost his balance while fording a river, cracked his head wide open on a rock, and that was that. Hamish didn’t mourn overmuch. It wasn’t as if he had fallen in love with Ian, so what he mainly was conscious of was that he’d lost his favourite outlet for his most significant talent. In any event, this journey ended when they joined up with the English army at the beginning of October 1066. The King and his forces were marching to meet the invasion of Duke William of Normandy. The clash was due to happen near Hastings. William, of course, was destined to win immortality and a throne by winning the battle, which altered the entire course of English history. Hamish, though, was destined to win immortality of another kind altogether. That was the one part of his story that was due to demonic interference. One of the Norman knights lined up to participate in the invasion of England had fallen prey to his fears the night before the Norman army sailed for England. He’d called on a local sorcerer who had conducted a black mass to lay a spell of invulnerability and invincibility upon his sword. It had worked – in the sense that the dark power had undoubtedly invaded and possessed the blade. The unforeseen consequence was that the power of the sorcerer’s black arts leaped into the 32-year old Hamish when the knight stabbed him to the heart, as the Scottish mercenary defended the English right flank. Hamish died – but then promptly resurrected in immortal form. Meanwhile, the unfortunate knight got killed seconds later by one of the English knights. The real pity of it all was that he was a definite looker, as Hamish saw when the dead man’s armour was removed. He’d have been happy to have enjoyed a week or three – or more -- of mutual fucking with a man as well-built and well-hung as that one. Oh, the ironies of fate. Hamish got more out of the knight’s meddling with the black mass than just immortality. He also got sent back to earthly life in perfected form. His face, formerly pleasant enough, became devastatingly handsome. His shoulders broadened; his waist tightened. His originally short cock lengthened to a seriously challenging, eight-inch-long, uncommonly thick, weapon of choice for his favourite kind of duelling. Add on a newfound, intimidating level of bedroom stamina and Hamish McAlpine had become a major challenge for all of the man-loving men who would cross his path for the next millennium or so.

Guys that want to hookup and not fuck. If neither of us takes a cock up the ass we did not have sex, and no I don't want to "hookup" again and not have sex.

Here’s another hot installment written by @Vancrawman. I’m so glad he’s picked up the story and is running with it. Love his writing. Turns out dirty minds think alike. MAC MEN 16: THE DOCTOR WILL SEED YOU NOW part 2 Dr Tom gives way to the new member of the group, and my buddy Angel lubes up his thick pole and before I know it, he’s thrusting it up into me. As many times in the past few months as Angel has fucked and bred me – probably around 30 times by now, it still feels like the first time way back on the cum-stained mattress at Shudder… Angel takes a minute to let me adapt to it, or so I thought, but in reality, Dr. Tom had made his way around Angel and planted his raw cock up my buddy’s hole as well and Angel has merely paused his anal invasion into me to adapt to the furry ginger cock now impaling him. Dr Tom begins his pulsing and throbbing into Angel, who lets it just occur without him thrusting into my fucktunnel any further. Dr Tom’s movements with his raw dick in Angel are pushing Angel into me and withdrawing on the outbound motion. Angel is moaning softly at this until Stavros, now standing on the desk over me, moves to get his Greek sausage into Angel’s waiting mouth. Jason, the Office Manager scurries over onto the expansive desk and gets his very thick and rigid ebony member right into my mouth and he’s tall enough to reach his tongue into Stavros’ crack and rims him as well. It’s a regular game of Sex Twister here as all the combinations and configurations get switched and reassembled – Dr Tom pulls out of Angel’s sweet hole and they rearrange with Dr Tom now bareback thrusting into my gape and Angel fucking the good Doctor from behind. A few minutes later, it’s Stavros, dismounting from the desk and mounting me with his throbbing Greek cock making its way inside me and Dr Tom and Angel taking turns fucking the Greek from behind. Jason completes the fucktrain by getting his pole inside Dr Tom as he’s pounding into Angel who’s pounding into Stavros, who’s still pounding into me. No sooner than I’m really getting into this revolving door of fucking and sucking , then I feel Stavros’ breathing heighten and he’s now pounding into me in a testosterone-fueled ferocity and I know I’m getting Load #1 (It’s actually my 3rd load collected today – Angus bred two cumloads into me this morning before work). He grabs my neck from behind and is thrashing into me pulling me closer to get his fat cock deeper and deeper into me, to complete the imminent insemination. At last, I feel waves of warm seed flooding my hole and Stavros pulses his tool about 10 times into my fucktunnel, pushing into my ass even harder on the last pulses, before finally pulling out. Dr Tom has been fucking Stavros this whole time, trying to keep up with the Greek’s wild thrashing but now that he’s deposited his hot load up my hole, Doctor moves Stavros aside and re-plants his rigid member up inside me to push around the Greek seed. Jason moves behind his employer Doctor Tom and begins barefucking him - matching his thrusts up the ginger hole of the doctor with doctor’s thrusting into me. Stavros, his cock still stiff and rigid, brings it up on the desk for me to clean off. I see Angel and the little twink Travis have moved over on the big leather couch – they are flip-fucking back and forth, impaling each other’s buttholes with their hard rods. Stavros finishes with my mouth and moves over there to plant his pole up Angel’s ass. Meanwhile, Dr Tom is nearing his own eruption of manjuice up into my hole as I feel him bucking like a bronco riding a bull. Another sensation of warm manseed fills my hole as Dr Tom unleashes a torrent of the stuff inside me – I think I feel about 12 spurts from his cock. As Dr Tom withdraws, Jason steps up and takes his place in the fuckchain – this gorgeous God doesn’t take long to get to the cum explosion – Dr Tom’s expert hole warmed him up for me and now I’m receiving the black stud’s load, all 10 or so cumsplosions. My hole feels so wet and warm…I know a lot of the seed from the three massive loads I just took is starting to run down my legs. It’s then I notice Greg on the phone, his hard wet cock standing out to attention, but he’s talking to someone. He tries to rush them off the phone but it’s not working. I disengage myself and make my way over to where Greg, as I now hear, is talking to someone about lab results. His cock is just what you’d expect from a 6’5” blond God – long and fat and precumming already even though he hasn’t fucked anyone yet. This is all the invitation I need as I bend over and back my wet cummy hole onto his rigid member and begin riding it. That is the great thing about these orgies among Shudder buds – everybody does everybody and nobody gets left out. Dr Tom and Jason have switched places and now Jason buries his pole deep into Doctor’s guts. His fucking is long and deep and gaining in strength and intensity as he goes on. Jason changes up his fuckpattern and starts ramrodding it into the ginger’s cunt, shaking and shuddering as a load of his manseed gets planted deep up the Doctor’s behind. Dr Tom of course then gets Jason’s cock cleaned off with his mouth, then walks over to me, still impaled on Greg’s member, to me to share some cum. As usual with Shudder Studs, Jason’s stiff cock doesn’t go down one bit and he switches over to the group on the couch, planting his still-raging boner right into Travis’ butt and resuming his power thrusting. Angel wastes no time and mounts up on Jason and another fucktrain gets going on the couch. Dr. Tom and I kiss and share some of Jason’s seed for a long time – and as Greg is still on the phone, trying to get rid of whoever he’s talking to, I feel his cock expanding and then it erupts his juice inside me. This is my Load #4 of the orgy and we’ve only been fucking around for about 40 minutes. I dismount off of Greg, swallow down his still-engorged cock and then make my way over to the big leather couch where the action has shifted and the sex configurations have scrambled once again. Angel now has Travis on all fours and his power fucking into him now, Travis sucking on Jason’s rigid dick. Stavros and Doctor Tom are flip-fucking every few minutes. Dr Tom then peels off to give his ginger firestick to Travis’s available mouth while I reach up behind Stavros, and with my lubed cock ready at the entrance to his hole, plunge it up there, my first fuck of the group session commencing into his tight warm passage. There’s some load already in Stavros hairy hole but I’m not sure it’s from this group right now or if this Mr Olympus was taking cum before my appointment…at any rate, it feels warm and wet and I’ve got a good stroking motion in and out working and as I think it’s getting close to my first eruption of seed of this impromptu orgy, I feel someone at my back door pushing their cock into me…I’m not looking at the moment who is now fucking me, as I’m focused on getting my seed into this Greek’s magic mancunt right now. I came twice with Angus this morning, but like all Shudder studs, the cum is nearly limitless once you accept your fate and now I feel my load gathering and the pressure building and then it all floods into this hot nurse Stavros’ fuckchute. Only after I finish my tenth spurt of load up into Stavros do I look behind to see who’s making my cummy wet hole their home right now…it’s Travis, the little twink who is packing a not-little instrument between his legs, going to town on my hole now, grabbing my neck from behind and pounding down into me. I know there’s gonna be a breeding soon – Shudder Studs just know when they’re gonna get a load, and this is no exception. The twink violently shakes behind me and digs into me deeper as his fat cock deposits 8 huge injections of twinkseed into me. My hole can barely contain it all now, this Load #5 inside me and a lot of the spunk starts leaking out of me which Travis greedily laps up. He brings the gift over to Dr Tom who has made his way over to the couch and is currently being impaled on Jason’s thick tool. Dr Tom is sucking down – or rather Stavros has his dick buried down the Doctor’s throat and he emerges from Stavros to breathe a bit and snowball the gift of seed from my hole that Travis has brought him. Stavros takes his opportunity and descends on the twink and before Travis knows what’s what, Stavros is up inside him pounding out another load of Greek dressing into the bubble-butted twink. At that same moment, Jason pops off up Dr Tom’s butt and two Gods share a look and a high-five across their respective conquests’ sweaty backs. Doctor Tom stands up and announces “Ok guys, time to take Randy for a spin one by one! Line up over the desk!” Simultaneously , but as if it was totally planned, Stavros, Travis, Jason, Greg, Angel and the Doctor arrange themselves side by side bent over the desk, exposing all their holes for me. “Randy, you choose the order you want, but you’re not stopping the fucking until every one of us has a load from you!” A challenge like this I am up for, and I think in my head how to arrange these 6 studs… “Stavros,’ I command, “I just gave you a load 15 minutes ago, you line up on the right,” pointing him over to the 6th and final position. “Angel, you go on his left,” I order him into position. Angel’s received many of my cumloads the past months, I want to let the others get theirs first. “Jason, you take Position #1. I wanna breed you first.” The others left, Greg, Travis and Doctor Tom, all make mock jealous noises as I order the next man into position. “Travis, you’re after Jason, then Greg for #3 and Doctor, you get Position #4.” I line up my stiff cock at Jason’s hole, dark but with a pink ring around it. It’s too good-looking not to get a taste of. He senses me dropping down into rimming position and his hole opens up for my tongue as it probes inside his opening – there’s someone’s cum up there but I didn’t keep perfect track of who bred who yet, so I’ve got no idea whose load I’m eating out of the ebony god’s hole. I stand back up and make a no-hands entry of my hardon into Jason, not stopping until it’s all the way in there. He takes my fuck expertly, first I work it slowly and rock it back and forth a bit, side-to-side…it’s too good a hole to just pump it and dump it. I’m working on Jason while the other guys are touching and grabbing each other, waiting their turn for my Shudder Stallion cock and seed. Doctor Tom is bent over to his right sucking on Angel’s fat tool – the one that initiated me into this cumstud life and who I’ll always be grateful to. Stavros leans over and down to his left and tongues Angel’s cummy manhole, while Greg rims his neighbor on his right, Doctor Tom and Travis helps himself on his left to Jason’s pole, bouncing in his mouth while I pummel the man’s hole. Jason is reaching his climax soon, I can tell from the contractions his ass is making on my thrusting cock and this makes me super close too, to inseminating this stud. We pop off together, Jason delivering several shots of seed into Travis little twink mouth and me with 11 or 12 pulsations up into Jason’s sweet passage. I savor the hole and my manseed up there for only a couple of moments, though, for there’s twink hole on the menu next. I stride to my right and without a word, just plant it straight into Travis who is still sucking down Jason’s huge cumload. And this repeats itself down the line of Shudder Studs – I seed Travis profusely with my DNA, my third load going into this boyhole is just as big as the first two. Greg gets my cum next as I bend him down further on the desk to better violate the 6’5” of man that he is. He never stops sucking off Dr Tom on his right as I pound my Load #4 into the tall man’s ass. Doctor Tom explodes his spermjuice into Greg just as Greg takes my fourth load. Doctor Tom being next, and I know he’s got a few loads in his hole already so I make sure to felch out a bit and as I do, I feed it back to Angel on the right. Dr Tom is working on Angel’s fat manmeat as I enter the doctor’s fucktunnel and in a few minutes of rough fucking, I’m pounding my Load #5 into his ginger ass. That must make 5 or 6 loads up the Doctor’s hole by now and I scoop up some of the leaking cum and offer it to my BFF Angel, who I sidle over to fuck and breed next. “Wasn’t I right about my buddy Randy, men? The guy’s a fucking machine.” Angel turns back to me, “Angus told me he took two loads from you this morning, and you just dropped 5 huge cumloads on us, Randy,” he says smiling devilishly. “You sure you got more in these balls,” he asks, cupping my manhood. “Let’s find out, Angel,” I tell him. Get on the desk and take my fuck!” With that I bend over my buddy Angel, the man who has irrevocably changed my life for the better, all because I had a broken laptop a few months back. I have grown to love this man, he awakened in me my destiny, and I could seriously see myself living with Angel, as long as we get to fuck and breed as many men as we want to. I kiss deeply at Angel’s spermy hole, he’s got a few loads of manseed up there already, it opens for me in a beautiful round gape – my tongue snakes it way a couple of inches inside his hot cumtunnel. Just then, a thought occurs to me that Angel and I should start a joint fans account. As I stand and push my raging boner up into him, I think how it would work: Angel and I on the prowl for hot manmeat, we find our prey and bring him home to tag him, tag-team style. Or he tags us, the possibilities are endless, all the men, all the combinations, different groups, different scenes. As I am digging out Angel’s hole with my cock, I’m whispering in his ear all of what I’m thinking. He’s nodding in agreement “Fuck yeah, man, we get to fuck and breed at will AND make money at it?” Dr Tom stops Angel’s sentence by placing his gingerdick up his mouth and I go back to concentrating on Angel’s warm fuckhole and pretty soon I’m blasting my 6th load of this orgy, -- the 8th of the day for me - into my best bud’s loose wet fuckchute. “We gotta finish this conversation, later,” I say to him, still breathing heavily after dicking him down. My dick is still hard – it just won’t go down and I step two feet to my right to it’s next waiting target – furry Greek hole named Stavros. My mind is racing with all the hot sex and fandom Angel and I could garner, and as I ponder this, I begin working on a slow and steady in and out action on Stavros, my cock angry red from all the man-fucking it’s been doing today but still hard and ready for more… Stavros’ hole is so warm and inviting, I don’t last long at all up in him, and pretty soon my ninth load of the day, and second in this Greek passage, is blasting from me. I feel nine or ten shots of hot sperm from my balls right into his hole. I withdraw and pause to catch my breath a bit. I’m pretty wiped out physically at the moment but excited at the business proposition I’ve come up with. Both myself and Angel had considered creating fan pages – I’m pretty tired of my job as it interferes with my fucking every day, and I know Angel can’t stand the computer store anymore. I’m still thinking about this when Jason and Travis apprehend me and push me down to the floor on top of Jason’s nine-inch prize. It goes right in and instantly I’m riding it up and down. Travis leans me forward and gets me into classic double-fuck position and before I know it, both fat cocks are throttling in and out of my hole. “Yeah, I think to myself, we need to have a lot of double-fucking on our fan page.” Greg walks over fresh from planting seed in Dr Tom again and my mouth devours his cock in one gulp, down to the base. The next two hours begin to be a blur as all 7 of us Shudder Stallions just keep going at it, mouths on cocks and holes, cocks down guys throats and up their holes, lots more seed gets spilled. I break my personal record with two more loads during this orgy, making 11 for the day. Finally, around midnight and after fucking for hours, we break up into small pairings just talking and holding each other. Angel and I are kissing deeply and talking about our joint fan page. “’Randy/Angel’ we can call it, we both say almost in unison. EPILOGUE: It’s two months later, and Angel and I have a sick apartment and filming setup in West Hollywood and we film content almost every day now. Angus has been a regular contributor to our scenes, he’s started doing studio porn and a fan page himself, his kilt being prominently featured. Ron at the Leather Shop has expanded his business and we make sure to feature his products on all our leather-themed scenes. Ron renovated a big room at the back of his shop with slings and a fuckwall – a kind of mini-Shudder Club. He started his own site, and all the Shudder guys – Oscar, Rafi, Brian and Eric, Frankie and Damien all contribute scenes.

Bottoms that pretend to be tops to get you in the bedroom. Then they want you to fuck them. I walk out.

Is Nick about to find his Mr Right with Asa? Can't wait to find out. I guess Tom was too young to be a match,, but there's alway Franco 😉

How very, very interesting. I happen to be able to whistle A 440 on demand. I can play any song I know in any key on a piano. I'm able to "listen" to any work I know, from Mozart to Ma Rainey, "in my head" at any time I please. Having perfect pitch is more of a curse than a gift, however. Every single flaw (pitch-wise)* is instantly evident, in recordings - particularly at concerts - in commercials on tv**, on and on. Robt Shaw used to tell us that he couldn't wait to die, get to Heaven, and hear the angels sing a simple triad on C M in absolutely perfect pitch. Yet, it never dawned on me that gay men might possess some quality in their voice that could be recognized by other gay men. Would it be related to some kind of overtones? I would guess not. Would it be related to Autism, and only Autistic men can discern it? On a pipe organ, the "tongue" in the pipe can be "voiced" with amazing precision to reproduce the various voices in an orchestra. E.M. Skinner was a master at voicing, and there aren't many organs left bearing his magnificent voicing. Might your ability be related to the origin of vocal sounds in the throat? Perhaps there's some particular construct within the ear, allowing you this special gift? Do you have any materials that might explore this? Thanks for the fascinating reply. This is one of the big reasons I enjoy BZ so much. 😉 *not interpretational errors, which are a completely different issue, only pitch-related. **Currently, there's an ad running on tv with that old recording of the pop song "Every beat of my heart...", and the singer never does make the leap up to the third ("I know - I know"). It's like fingernails on a chalkboard. I grab the remote and fast-forward through it.

This topic has been discussed a lot on BZ, you may wanna try searching for more input. Meanwhile, i'll offer a few thoughts. It depends. i pretty much always deep douche. i have a shower shot. That takes time. If you get water into the sigmoid (aka "second hole"), in my experience, you're in for the long haul. If you stay rectal, you can be done much faster. The "depend" part for me is what will you be receiving? If it's just a finger or rim, and it's gonna be shallow, a quick and shallow douche can work. If your gonna get fucked either long or deep, then deeper cleaning will help ensure "any yucky stuff" will be removed. Water can get trapped past the sigmoid, so it can take longer. Inserting a long dildo after can help release any trapped water or waste. Also, once you start inserting and cleaning out, you stimulate movement of the colon, so stuff that is higher up starts moving down. If you are going to be having sex for a long time, not just a quickie, gotta take that into account. The colon is about 4 feet long, the small intestine is about 22 feet long... and it's always moving, as it it's contents. A lot of us bottoms will deep clean and fast when we know we are going to be receiving cock long term. Also, a diet full of fiber helps. Meat and dairy have little fiber and make clean out a lot harder.

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Sounds suspiciously like something is about to happen involving Asa -- maybe with Nick, who's also big time into rough sex, and especially with Asa coming to Monrovia in just a few more days. It was really neat to see Nick calming Max down and then disguising him when the photos hit the paper -- after reaming him out the night before!

dont knock the catholics, thats one reason i can seduce so many latin guys, just tell em they can bust inside, their wives make em pull out

I started barebacking when I had a few guys try to stealth me and go from using a condom to barebacking. One of the guys introduced poppers to me. He ordered me to sniff them while fucking me on my stomach, and my submissive nature took over. The repeat popper hits sent me soaring as he pounded me, and he managed to slip the condom off without me noticing. I realized it eventually, and I felt so turned on to be used and dominated by him. And his cock felt so much better, wet and sloppy. I kept needing to repeat this stealthing experience with guys, but I quickly shifted to barebacking openly and collecting loads.

Indeed. According to your profile, you joined January 28 of this year, meaning you've been a member for not quite two months yet, and in that time, made 56 posts. Which isn't a bad start at all! But that's still about one a day, which isn't a "lot" of participation - though granted, as a new member, you can actually only do so much in a given 24 hour period. Patience - and the other "p", perserverance - are the key. You'll suddenly discover one day you've been upped a level, and you'll have new abilities, and if you keep going that way, those abilities will keep expanding. We've all been there.

My inability to cruise is baked in - it’s part of the Autism package. A guy could be signalling at me for an hour in such a way that everyone in the room is saying, “Get a room, for Christ’s sake,” and I would have no clue. Someone would have to either day something absolutely explicit to me - “I want to fuck you” - or actually grope me on my ass or crotch before I would twig that something was up. Interestingly, though, even though I can’t pick up on most nonverbal cues, I find that there’s something about the timbre of gay men’s voices that sets them apart from straight men. It’s a quality I can’t really define, but it presents regardless of whether the man is an extremely masculine, deep-voiced, straight-acting type, or a femme, willow-wand queen, or a timid submissive. I guess you could say that sometimes I can hear gayness even if I’m blind to it.

I notice that you're in the UK. Perhaps you could familiarize yourself with your nation's recent (less than a century's worth) history - noting too difficult - zeroing in on 1938, when the PM of your nation was similarly mind-fucked into peddling "Peace in our Time" stupidity, completely used by a dictator with delusions of grandeur. Your own nation paid the price, mostly on it's east coast, for trusting in a vapid, myopic, dull and foolish leader then, just as we have come close to today, and may yet reap the whirlwind of a breathtakingly stupid phony "leader" in the US. Since there was no 45th "President" of the United States - only a con-man with the cleverness of any circus-barker - installed in that Office, no wonder the dictator of Russia thought that he could attempt to restore the faded, tattered "glory" of the USSR. You have received valid and useful information from an intellectually capable and honest member of this site above, namely Mr. BootmanLA. Please consider it carefully, and do what you can to emulate his careful scrutiny of facts. Thank you.

PART TWELVE I woke up in a fair bit of pain, but was kinda surprised that it wasn't from my fucked arse. I was so desperate for a piss I dashed to the toilet, slipping the panties down and removing the tape quickly as possible as I sat down. It was such a relief as I didn't think I'd had a piss since I got made-up for the night and let out a relaxing groan as it all flowed out of me. I was still a little bit out of it so it wasn't until I ran my fingers through my hair, that I realised I still had the wig on. I put it carefully next to the bathroom sink and wiped the make-up off with the wipes I'd been provided. I'd just finished when I heard some rustling near my apartment door and quickly went to see what it was. There was a note under my door and opening it, I read "I've got a package of yours, come to Unit 4B to pick it up." It was only then I realised that it was 10:30, I'd slept in so late! In my haze last night, I'd already changed into a tshirt so I quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and walked over to pick up my package. The door opened to the overly gay guy that I'd run into before, "Oh my god! I thought it'd be you, come in, come in." I was already nervous enough about what it might've been and who it got sent to, but even more now. "Sorry, I already opened it. I was expecting something from the same place & I opened it before I checked the name." Looking in the box, I was embarrassed to see the two dildos that I'd ordered while I was out of it a few days ago. "I'd ordered some stuff for myself, and when I opened it I knew it wasn't for me & that's when I checked who it was meant to go to." One of the dildos seemed fine, but the other was frankly ridiculous. "I could tell you were a size queen when you had that plug up your ass." Before I had the chance to say how much it was hurting because I was coming down after it was inserted he asked, "Could you show me how well you take them seeing I was nice enough to make sure you got them safely?" "I guess..." thinking to myself that 1. I'd never taken anything up my arse sober before and 2. At least if it was just this guy that knew I'd ordered them, I should be relatively safe. "Um.....how did you want me?" "Well, you can take those daggy clothes off for a start!" he smiled. I'd only just taken my tshirt off when he said "That chest of yours is beautiful." Shit, had I left the breastplate on? I was somewhat relieved to see looking down that it wasn't on, but that the pills I'd taken had caused my nipples to puff up a bit. That was the reason why the tshirt had been giving me such a strange feeling as I was walking, I had to admit that it felt good too. As I slid my shorts down, his eyes widened. Fuck, I had the panties still on! "You really are a fem little faggot, aren't you?" he laughed. I could tell his tone changed, he was still over the top, but was a lot more dominant which really turned me on. "I was doing a favour last night for someone..." I replied, as I quickly took them off. "I'll bet you were! Between your little tits, the panties and.....wow...that small cock of yours, anyone'd think you were going through some changes" I looked down at my cock, it was still much smaller than usual. I thought it was a result of the taping but maybe the pills had worked on that too? "Turn around for me so I can check out that beautiful arse of yours." I could hear him move closer as I turned around and it wasn't long before I felt his hot breath on my hole. "I was gonna rim your hole to get your arse ready but...is that cum in there?" "Yeah...I got fucked last night..." "Who by?" I couldn't help but blush, even though he couldn't see my face. "My uber driver" "Not only fem and a size queen, but a slut too!" and with that, I could feel the smaller dildo starting to open my arse up. "Oh fuuuuuck!" I groaned as he worked it in. "Yes dadd.." I let out, before trying to catch myself, I was having inadvertent flashbacks to my father and Addie's Dad. "Like daddies do you hon? You're in luck coz I LOOOOOOVE young fem boys like yourself.' He whispered as he stood now behind me, still pistoning the dildo in and out of my arse. With his other hand, he started rubbing my chest and the feeling was electric, I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. I leant my head back towards him, wanting his mouth on mine. I'd kissed Addie's Dad the night before but this was different, Addie's Dad was dominant too but I wanted to make out with this guy so bad because of what he was doing to me. I'd never felt this way without being fucked up before. "Does my new little playmate wanna get fucked?" He asked me. "Please...anything for you! I want your cum sooo much" I moaned in response. He turned me round, "I want you to show me how much you want it. If you're gonna be a good bottom for me, you'll be able to cum without even touching that little cock of yours." As if by instinct, I knew what to do and I sat in front of him, spread my legs & started working the dildo hard up my arse while working my nipples. The feeling was electric and my eyes focused on his cock as he stood in front of me & pulled his pants down. Here I was, sober & willingly putting on a dildo show for the faggiest guy in the apartment block. I was starting to realise that deep down I was a total bottom, but was I also sub, a faggot & fem too? Those concerns soon melted away as he moved over with the massive dildo and started rubbing that over one nipple while using his cock on the other. The thought of pleasuring three cocks was too much for me & I came harder than I ever have before, shooting all over my belly. He quickly moved on top of me and wanted me to eat his arse while her jerked off over me. By this stage I'd have done anything he wanted. His hole was clean so I dived in without thinking & started eating him & shortly after he came over my belly too. He pulled the dildo out of my arse, telling me that he'd seen my phone number on the delivery slip & would be keeping it for future use. I knew I should've been ashamed that I couldn't wait to see this guy again after all I'd thought of him in the past but I couldn't wait. He was giving me butterflies. "Now...you said you wanted my cum....I don't fuck on the first date but for all you've done now & what I want from you in the future, it'd be rude not to give it to you." And with that, he slammed the dildo that was coated with our cum up my arse. The only thing was, it wasn't the smaller dildo he jammed up me, but the gigantic one. I let out a howl as he did so, but my cry was muffled by his arse as he sat down on my face. "Mmmmm...that training worked wonders!" he laughed as he got off me. I groggily got to my feet, tears of pain in my eyes as he pulled me close. "Theeerrrrre you go......well done" he said soothingly. "Now as soon as you get back to your apartment, I want you to take a photo of you with that dildo up your arse, alright?" I nodded, and we kissed deeply, it felt so good. "I'll text you when you leave, OK my little slut?" Something in the way he said that made me so happy, and I nodded eagerly. "Now don't forget your other dildo darling!" I grabbed it & slipped it in my pocket and practically skipped back to my apartment in ecstasy, even though (or because of?) my hole being stretched further than it ever had before. END OF PART TWELVE

One could make the argument that it was a Russian invasion of the United States - inserting itself as it did into our electoral process through attempts to manipulate the voting public - that installed Trump to begin with. The fact that Trump hopped around Putin like an organ-grinder’s monkey at every opportunity is ample evidence that Russia could consider that “mission accomplished”.

------- 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.

Part four - Wonderland When I woke up, there was darkness all around me. Opening my eyes made no difference from keeping them close. Pitch black. I could move my head a little bit, but as I tried to get up or touch my face, I realized I was restrained pretty much all over. Something was hugging me tight, all over my body. I felt cold and hot all at the same time. I could also feel something strapped on my face, and I could hear some strange, muffled noises. I could also feel my cock being rock hard, but encased in some kind of trap, like something was pulling, or applying suction on it. I also obviously had something in my ass, but it was small. A butt plug, probably. I could hear a slow and regular beep, a light hissing, sounds that made me believe I was at the hospital. I was laying on some kind of medical chair, but I felt like I was floating in the void. My situation was very confusing. I wasn’t even sure if I was awake or dreaming. The last few days (at least the parts where I was awake) were starting to be very, very disorienting and once again I was beginning to question if all of this was really happening. And it all happened so fast. Only a few days before, I was a straight young man trying to find a job. How did I become a gay sex slave, willingly getting drugged and having completely unprotected and wild sex with a HIV+ pervert? An amazing and godlike HIV+ pervert? Thinking about my situation was turning me on and I was still taking in the truth that was shown to me by Daddy. He was right, it was my true nature and I had finally found my place. Although right now, I wasn’t sure what kind of place I was in. After a minute the disorientation went into overdrive. I still couldn’t see or move but I felt like I was lifted up very fast and rising in the sky, like I was suddenly freed from my restrains and even gravity itself, but I still couldn’t move. Daddy was probably giving me something to make me high, I thought, so I decided to just let it run its course and see what happens. It’s not like I had a choice anyway. Out of the darkness, Daddy started speaking. I couldn’t see anything, but I was visualizing him talking to me. “Hi boy. I’ll be gone for a few days while I take care of business. I hooked you up on my brainwashing machine. You’ll be exposed to a lot of stimuli that will vastly expand your sexual horizons. I created this nice little program called “Wonderland” that will show you the ropes, condition you further to enjoy what I enjoy and crave it even more than me. This session is only the beginning, we’ll start with basic stuff. Don’t worry, everything is fully safe and secure. When I come back, we’re gonna have so much fun. In the meantime, well... bon voyage!” And the darkness came back, along with complete silence. The disorientation from the drugs and lack of stimuli was beginning to make me nauseous. After a while though, a giant biohazard symbol materialized before me. It seemed enormous, the size of a mountain, all red, with a black outline, glowing and shining bright before me, completely filling my field of vision. It seemed to be the only thing in existence. I was in awe before the sheer size of the thing and felt like it was about to engulf me, or like I was about to fall into it. “BOW IN AWE BEFORE YOUR NEW RELIGION. THIS IS IT’S SYMBOL. WORSHIP.” A booming voice exploded in my ears. The loudness was unbearable and inescapable. My whole body jerked in fear and surprise from the unexpected speech. My ears were ringing. As suddenly as it appeared, the biohazard symbol vanished and was immediately replaced by an enormous dick. It was a gargantuan version of my Daddy’s wonderful poz cock. It seemed to be floating in the void, detached from a body. I could see the veiny shaft, the glistening red head, the gigantic balls below, but nothing else. A pool of precum the size of an ocean was forming at the tip. “THIS IS YOUR NEW GOD. YOU ARE ITS SLAVE.” I felt like I was nothing compared to it. And it was true, my Daddy’s cock was everything to me, now. Even my own penis was insignificant, now. There was only Daddy’s poz cock in my world. I was looking at this ridiculously large version of his penis while experiencing a great amount of pleasure all through my body. I felt a tingling all over, heightened by the tightness I felt hugging my skin. The vision before me started moving, or maybe it was me, and I got closer and closer to the tip where the large pool of precum was overflowing. I got nearer and eventually dived into it. Everything was very overwhelmingly large, and I could even see Daddy’s sperm swimming around, like a shoal of fish moving gracefully in unison. As I got closer to them, I could spot tiny little biohazard symbols on their heads. I was literally swimming in poz cum. There was a great commotion and suddenly I was thrown around wildly as a powerful blast of cum erupted from the tip of the gargantuan dick. Everything turned to white, and the apparition was replaced by an overwhelmingly large virtual screen. “WATCH AND LEARN. THESE ARE YOUR NEW FETISHES. YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT THEM. THERE IS NO PLEASURE OUTSIDE OF THEM. YOU ARE THEIR SLAVE.” A quick succession of different porn scenes started playing on the screen. Several young guys being fucked by muscle daddies. Some were on all fours, others laying on their backs. They all had a glazed look in their eyes, seemingly high as fuck. I could see every scene for a few seconds, then it would switch to another one. Every scene was extremely hot, the best porn quality I had ever seen. It looked so real and raw. Then I was shown several close-up shots of big cocks. Most of them were uncut. Every 3 seconds there was a new one. At first, they were all limp, then semi-hard, then fully hard. Seeing so many cocks in such a short amount of time was very arousing in itself, but I could feel my horniness being pushed further by whatever was flowing in my veins. I was feeling intense pleasure just looking at the images. I desperately wanted to suck on a big juicy poz cock. The ones I was shown were now leaking heavily, all wet and glistening precum. It was at that point that I was reminded of the thing entrapping my own cock as it went into action. I could feel the suction on my dick get more intense, then release, then suck again, with a slow, rhythmic pulse. The sensation was amazing, and I started squirming in my bonds. Shortly after, whatever was in my ass starting inflating and buzzing, filling my hole with a nice sensation. I could also feel some faint cold sensation in my guts. The images on the screen went back to guys getting fucked, but now it was close ups of cocks entering assholes. Repeatedly, I was seeing the tip of a cock getting near a hole, smearing precum all over it and then plunging into the ass. White cocks, black cocks, brown cocks, white hole, black holes, and so on. The sounds of moaning as the guys entered were divine. Every time an ass was being penetrated, the buzzing in mine got a little stronger. Meanwhile, a radiating heat was growing in my ass, and I wanted more than just a vibration, I needed to get fucked. Afterwards there was another succession, this time with blow jobs. Different guys licking the head of a cock, then putting it in their mouths, then swallowing them whole, and finally getting face fucked. All the dudes ended up with several loads down their throats, in their face or elsewhere on the chest. With every cum shot, I was fed a dose of poppers through the mask in my face. After several minutes, or maybe an hour of these montages, my cock slowly milked and my ass being slowly fed T-laced lubed and frustratingly vibrated, I felt a cold sensation in my arm. My lungs started to burn, and I had to cough violently in my mask. I was getting slammed! The screen shown to me started to flicker as I was being extremely disoriented. I was trying to look at what was going on, but I couldn’t focus anywhere and my whole body was on fire. It was way more intense than what I had experienced so far. When I finally could get a grip on what was shown to me, I was confused to see a black figure in what looked like an hospital room, strapped to a doctor’s chair with the legs and arms wide apart. The figure was seemingly wrapped in black rubber or latex, completely from head to toe. There were tubes running everywhere around the black figure. When I looked at the crotch, I realized I was looking at myself. I could see a clear tube with a steel top attached to my penis and milking it. It looked like a milking machine commonly used to milk a cow but modified to fit a human penis. I had never seen such a thing, but it looked very intimidating... and hot! I could also see something running to my ass and penetrating me but couldn’t make what it was. I had a strange apparatus strapped to my face, some kind of oversized gasmask that must house the virtual reality device and the breathing gear, with three rubber tubes springing out of it in the front and the sides of my face. I could also see a tube connected to my arm which appeared to be an IV, feeding me all kinds of drugs and nutrients. There were several machines all around me and I had no idea what any of these were supposed to do. Because of the slam I was extremely horny, and I had been edged for quite a while already with these machines, so I was desperate at that point to cum. Seeing myself in this state, for some reason, pushed me to such highs in horniness that I started screaming in ecstasy in my mask. The sound was muffled even for me, but the rubber hood covering my head vibrated delightfully. The virtual screen switched to images of men in rubber suits fucking each other. Most of them were wearing black suits, others were orange, yellow, even transparent. All of them were fucking bareback though. At some point the thing in my ass inflated even more, stretching me good, but also started to move. The milking machine also started picking up the pace, sucking and pulling on my cock mechanically, relentlessly. I was starting to go crazy and really wanted to cum, but every time I got near an orgasm everything stopped, then resumed. I was incredibly frustrated but turned on. I wanted release, but I didn’t want my ecstasy to stop. After a while I was shown yet another video of a rubber guy getting fucked raw, but this one was wearing a black suit with a bright red biohazard symbol on it. My cock twitched inside the milking tube, and I could feel a sharp buzz in my ass as soon as I saw the symbol. I’m pretty sure I had a micro-orgasm at this instant, but everything kept going as the guy was getting fucked. I could hear grunts and moans, coupled with the smacking and ruffling of the rubber suits slapping together. Suddenly the top stopped fucking and gripped the bottom’s hips. “Here take my poz load you little cumdump slut.” “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for recharging me and gibing me your strain. Thank you for making me a better poz bitch, more toxic and more fucked up.” The top made several grunts while emptying his balls into the guy’s ass. “Now I’m gonna fill up your ass even more, ready boy? Ready for my toxic chem piss? Oh my god, this man was going to piss in the boy’s ass. That was HOT. “Yes Sir, fill me up with your poz piss and your poz seed. Make me high from your fluids in my cunt. Flood my guts and make it overflow please Sir.” This was fucking wild, I thought, and I instantly wanted Daddy to piss in my ass. I wondered what it felt like to have chem piss up my ass and I hoped I’d find out. As I was watching this dude getting pissed in his ass, I noticed the air smelled different and realized I was being fed poppers. I was getting higher and hornier, but then I felt the thing in my ass start to expand further and fucking me faster and deeper while the milking machine was sucking slower but stronger. I was in complete ecstasy when the scene changed. I was now seeing a guy completely encased in a yellow rubber suit with the word “PISS” written in black on his chest. He had what seemed like a rubber urinal mask on his face. I could see a dick in front of me and it started pissing in the urinal, forcing the yellow rubber gimp to drink it all. Once again, I was fed poppers and the pleasure I felt was increased even further. The thing fucking me picked up the pace as the images shown to me changed faster and faster, all scenes showing boys being peed on, some naked, some wearing latex, some chained to a urinal in a public toilet, some having several men peeing on them. With every new scene I had a huff of poppers delivered through my mask. The milking and fucking machines kept getting faster and harder. Until then it never crossed my mind that piss could be such a hot thing but here I was, craving to be peed on while experiencing the greatest high I ever thought possible. I couldn’t wait for Daddy to come back and fill my ass with piss and make me drink his chem piss. As I was formulating my wish there it was, my Daddy’s dick right there looking down on me, unloading a large golden torrent on me. To my surprise, I could actually feel it, flowing all over me. The latex suit I was wearing made it feel amazing, it was warm dripped everywhere. I didn’t know if someone was actually peeing on me or if it was one of the machine’s features, but I didn’t care. As the warm flow kept dropping on me, I was still getting milked and fucked relentlessly and this time, as I was getting close to cumming, it didn’t stop. I exploded in a violent orgasm inside the milking tube. The machine mechanically sucked every drop out of me and made it all disappear. And I kept cumming and shooting, again and again, thanks to the drugs, the bondage, the latex suit and the piss. My orgasm subsided, but the machine kept milking and fucking me without ever slowing down. I felt another cold wave in my arm and had to cough violently as I was slammed once again, completely overriding my refraction period. I was instantly as horny as I was a few moments earlier. “HOPE YOU ENJOY BEING MY RUBBER PISS SLAVE.” The booming voice was there again. It would seldomly talk to me throughout the session, reinforcing what I was experiencing, making me yearn for the real thing as soon as possible. Now I truly understood what Daddy meant when he called this a brainwashing machine. This thing was remodeling my brain, rewriting it to fit my Daddy’s kinks and fetishes by associating those with intense pleasure. I was turned on by the concept and was looking forward to what was next. For the next several hours (maybe days?) I went through an insanely long cycle of being slammed, fed poppers, milked and fucked while I was shown several scenes, every single one more hot than the last. Guys getting gang banged on a sling, guys getting beaten up, I was shown several fisting scenes while the thing fucking my ass inflated to painful proportions, I was shown hundreds of neg guys asking for poz cum, poz guyz asking to be recharged, guys getting slammed, gassed, smoked, shotgunned, booty bumped, and I forget the rest. Rubber guys, leather guys, jocks, twinks, daddies, bears, etc. At some point I completely lost track of what was going on and my conscience shut itself off, I was in a world of pure pleasure, and perversion. There was only my body and the machine, my identity had been erased. I didn’t care about anything but extreme gay sex. I forgot who I was, my name, where I came from. My entire reality was sex. I was a sex object, owned by Daddy, being molded to fit his mind. I was being force fed his fetishes to please him and it was glorious. After the final slam I was given during my first trip in Wonderland, I was shown what ended up being my favorite scene. A single scene, where a guy who looked eerily like me was laying on his back, his legs spread wide and raised far up to his shoulders, with Daddy looking over him. “Now boy I’m gonna make your dream come true, are you ready?” “What are you going to do, Daddy?” “I’m gonna make you pregnant with my toxic seed. I’m gonna bury this big fat poz cock deep in your guts and flood them with my devil baby juice and make you pregnant. Really pregnant.” “Oh god yes, Daddy, that’s what I’ve always wanted. Make me a poz mother please. Make me pregnant so I can carry your poz baby. Make my belly round and full of your poz cum.” Daddy smiled. “As you wish son,” and he shoved his dick inside the boy’s ass. The ensuing fucking session was a sight to behold. It lasted for ages and the two remained in the same position, the boys offering his ass with grace and humility to Daddy, and him taking the boy like the incarnation of masculinity that he is. Always the same position, never boring. My field of view was shifting from a POV of the boy, to a side view, to the back, and so on. I could see the glory of their bodies together, glistening with sweat, the muscles, the great biohazard tattoo on Daddy’s chest, his magnificent dick getting in and out of the boy’s ass. The machine fucking my own ass was in sync with the action displayed before my eyes, following every beat. As the intensity kept rising, Daddy eventually stood still and bred the boy, both grunting and moaning like animals. Daddy pulled out of the boy ass and everything else apart from the boy’s body faded into darkness. My point of view shifted to a close-up of his dripping ass hole, with thick white poz cum oozing out of it. I kept going closer until I came inside his ass and followed the poz sperms into the boy’s guts and into his blood stream. We swam together through a labyrinth of veins and body parts, faster and faster, until a bright flashing light brought everything to an end and darkness engulfed me once again.

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

Chapter 3 I had to get home. My mind was racing and technically I had some of Phil’s poz seed in me. It was probably not going to take, but still… I stood by the mirror to check my tattoo, I needed to see it. I stripped. It was a picture of six sperm, coloured in the pride flag colours with the words ‘bareback only’ in script. That had pretty much ended any hope I had of going back on the straight path, no woman would accept that. She would assume I was undoubtedly gay however I explained it. My sexuality was being defined for me. I needed some straight talking advice. I decided to call Sally and make a lunch date the next day, Saturday. Sally was an old fling from before my married days. We had still remained good friends over the past 10 years. She was honest to the point of being blunt. I walked into the cafe and sidled into booth where she was sitting. ‘So, what’s the big news then? ‘ she asked. ‘Big news ?’I replied. ’Yes, you always ask me out when you have big news - have you got a new hot girlfriend? - I heard about the divorce’ ‘er not exactly ‘ I stuttered ‘well? Say it then’ ‘I’m gay’ I blurted out, a little red faced. ‘ You, gay? Really?’ She giggled ‘ ‘you mean cock sucking gay? ‘ she continued. ‘Er yes ‘ I tried to quietly say, aware that the couple on the next table had looked over. ‘ do you swallow?’ ‘Yes’ ‘ good boy’ she continued ‘Ok, I gotta ask do you fuck or take it in the ass? A girl’s gotta know these things’ I thought back to the previous night and Phil’s cock in me, getting hard at the same time. ‘Er , I like being fucked’ I tried to make it sound no big deal. ‘Wow, who’d have thought, you a real cock loving faggot! Don’t worry, I’m guessing no one knows …yet? ‘ I nodded. ‘Ok , your secret is safe with me, but I gotta tell Joe and Luke’ Joe and Luke were a couple who were two of Sally’s best friends. ‘ By the way, Luke always thought you were hot! However,..’ she lowered her voice to a whisper’ Luke is hiv+. Apparently Joe says he will fuck anything. You don’t want to be getting that in you’ I went red again ‘obviously not’ I stammered, unconvincingly. ‘ well I know what you were like with condoms when we were together, you never wore them. Joe says he takes prep to stay negative as Luke is unreliable with his meds, and gets off a bit on being poz and off them every so often. You don’t want to be dropping your jeans and bending over for cock from just anyone and everyone do you. ?’ ‘Er, no’ I said quietly, as the thought of that again got me aroused. What was up with me.? It felt good to have come out to at least one person, it felt as though I was on the right path. We chatted some more about everyday things, catching up on life before I left. ‘Say hi to your boyfriend for me,’ Sally mischievously called out as I left, causing a few of the clientele to look round at me. I was being gradually outed. As I crossed the street, my phone pinged. I looked at the message. It was from Phil. ‘You have an appointment at the parlour on tuesday. You are getting a piercing. If you don’t we won’t meet again.’ It read. I just had to see Phil’s cock again, and a piercing wasn’t a big deal. I would go. Tuesday came and I walked into the parlour where I had been tattooed. Steve saw me and took me into the back. ‘Phil has sorted this. You are having your nipples pierced. All Phil’s faggot subs have these. It will hurt a little but I think you will like what I do. Take your T-shirt off’ Without thinking I complied. Again I was being coerced down a definite road of gay submission. Faggot sub? Is that what I was becoming? Not very long and a little pain later, I was sporting two rings through my nipples. They did look hot. I smiled. ‘See, We know what’s good for you’ Steve said. ‘Now there’s a little payment’ Steve tugged his jeans down and my eyes were drawn to his erect cock, six inches ant quite thick. He was sporting a steel PA. I hadn’t seen one close up, let alone had one in my mouth. ‘Suck!’ Steve ordered. I didn’t need to be told twice and greedily sucked and worked on Steve’s cock. My eyes also saw a tattoo on his abdomen, just above his cock. It was a scorpion. ‘You know what that means don’t you’ Steve said. .I nodded as I carried on sucking. ‘And you still want my cock. I think you could become one of Phil’s best’ . I wanted Steve to cum in my mouth, but as I felt him coming close, he pulled out. He came over my face. As I opened my mouth to breathe he shoved his cock back in, squirting some cum into my mouth and letting me savour the taste. ‘Phil’s orders. You don’t wipe that cum off til you get home. He wants people to see what a cum loving faggot you really are!’ Steve told me. I stood up in a bit of a daze. Steve walked me back through the parlour and as I left with the cum still fresh on my face, Steve said ‘I’ll be watching that you don’t wipe it off. You have one tattoo left to have. You can guess what that will be. Phil will contact you about what will happen on Friday night. Don’t make any plans. Now go’ I walked along the street, head slightly bowed. I had poz cum on my face. I licked a little as it dripped near my lips. I must have looked like a rent boy. It was pretty obvious. Two young women looked at me as they walked past in the opposite direction, stifling giggles as they went on their way. What was I doing ?What was I becoming? I felt myself sliding down a one way path. Where would it lead? One thing was for certain. I would go where Phil would take me on Friday. to be continued………

Hi guys, this part’s a bit of an epic but I hope you’ll like it! PART TWO I'd walked up the drive to my folks' place so many times before but I'd never felt like this walking towards. What was I gonna say to my Dad? Had he been fucking any other guys than Tyler? How long had it been going on? Was he taking precautions? I'd been turning all of these things over & over in my mind since Tyler's revelation. I had my heart in my mouth as I knocked on the door. "You're keen boy! It's open, just getting the final touches together." I heard the familiar voice from inside but what I saw inside the living room was nothing like what I usually saw when I entered my family home. A massive gay orgy was playing on our big screen TV where the must've been at least 10 guys going at it. There were a bunch of pouches, harnesses and other gstrings on the couch, 4 small brown bottles on the coffee table, a massive bottle of lube and at least half a dozen dildos & plugs of various sizes laid out on the couch as well. "So glad you finished early Tyler" I heard Dad's voice as he walked through the house, "I've been waiting to get into that arse all week and now it's mine for the whole weekend. I've bought something special for the weekend too <sniff> <sniff> Tell mewhat you think about this." My jaw dropped open as Dad entered the living room, wearing a full leather harness, holding one of the small bottles, quite obviously super high and also with his cock, fully erect right out in front of him. "Oh fuck......hey Tom....what are you doing here?" "WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!?! Dad...what the fuck..." "Hehehe...well surprise!!!! I'd...uh...invited...one of your friends round for some fun this weekend..." "Yeah Dad, he told me. That's why I'm here, what the fuck are you doing?" "Well, it's been a long time since your mother & I..." "That's no excuse!" "I know, but you know full well that a man has needs and I met Tyler online and one thing led to another..." "Can't you just jerk off or something?" "But you also know full well, that it's not the same..." "Fuck Dad, I had no idea you were like this..." "Oh Tom...if you knew the half of it...anyway..sit down & let's talk" "How can I sit down & talk properly while that's on?" I said, gesturing to the TV. "Now hold on, you keep telling me how progressive you are now that you're at uni. Surely we can have a conversation while men are expressing their love for each other." I mean, he caught me out there. We talked about how Dad met Tyler on a website and had paid him for sex the first few times but then it started getting a bit more than business. As we talked, my eyes kept flicking to the screen whenever there was some louder than usual moaning. Pretty much every time, it was when a guy started getting fucked by someone. Whenever I did, I heard sniffing coming from Dad's side of the couch. "It doesn't hurt as much as you'd think" Dad said, admiring the screen. "YOU'VE BEEN FUCKED?!?!" Dad coming out of a sort to me was weird enough, I couldn't imagine him being fucked by a guy. "Of course I have! Tyler tops me sometimes but I enjoy it so much more when I'm topping...and so does he" "God, Addie used to tell me to fuck off if I went anywhere near her arse" "That's coz you didn't know how to do it right, tell you what. I'll show you, bend over the couch." "WHAT? NO!!!! I've got no interest in doing it, especially with my Dad!!!" "I won't do it...that's what all these are for...c'mon I've shown you how to do stuff before...." "But this isn't like riding a bike!!" "It's like riding something...haha....just try this one" He said pointing at a small buttplug. "I promise whatever happens, I won't say a word. Pull your shorts down and get on all fours for me." I'm not sure what possessed me but I thought I'd try it just this once. The guys on screen seemed to be loving it so much and my attitude had always been not to knock it until I'd tried it and I'd rationalised it by thinking it was at least being done by someone I trusted. "Can't believe I'm doing this...." I muttered to myself as I pointed my ass at my Dad. I heard him take two sniffs and mumble "beautiful" as he ran his hands down my cheeks. I could feel the goosebumps on my skin as he did it, he was obviously very skilled at this type of stuff. I heard the squelch of the lube bottle as he covered one of the plugs. "Now just relax for me boy..." he whispered quietly as I felt the cold metal against my hole. I was doing my best, but the situation was so insane he wasn't getting anywhere. I felt something pressed into my hand, it was the bottle he'd been sniffing from. "Take two deep sniffs of this in each nostril and hold your breath until I say stop" I did as he said, "Now stop....and let it all flow through you. Let go all of all your inhibitions" I'd never felt so good before in my life, made all of the weekend stuff I'd done with Tyler's stuff seem small in comparison. I was in so much of a world of pleasure that it was only until I heard Dad's voice that I was brought back to Earth. "There you go my boy....you took that like a champ" I felt Dad wiggle the head of the plug that was now deep in my arse. I didn’t feel any pain at all, in fact it felt so good. “Oh god Dad, that feels amazing!” I moaned. “See my boy, I told you!” He replied, laughing. “You ended up taking it so well, are you sure you haven’t done it before?” “No Dad, but fuck it feels so good” “There’s bigger ones here if you want to try…” I knew how weird the situation was, especially going through it all with my Dad but I wanted, needed more. “Please…one of the smaller dildos” I moaned. Dad pulled the plug out of me with a pop (“There goes your cherry” he laughed) and I let out a fart. He reassured me it happened all the time as he licked the plug clean. “Nothing like the taste of arse” he smiled at me before putting it down & grabbing the dildo. “Now you brace yourself & have a couple more sniffs as I push this in.” I took my sniffs & put my head on the couch as I felt him put one hand above my arse as he guided the dildo in. I could feel my mouth opening wider & wider as he pushed deeper. I was in absolute heaven moaning “yes” over & over again as Dad twisted the dildo round. “You’ve totally bottomed out on this dildo my lad!” Had I? I could barely believe it, but turned around and there it was…well it wasn’t. “You’ve got what we call in the trade a hungry arse & would make a lot of men very happy indeed” I could hardly believe it, but I knew I’d worked up an appetite because my next words to my Dad were “More….please more” “I’ve got some bigger stuff here mate, but I need to get you ready first OK?” “God…..please…I want it so much” and with that, the dildo was quickly pulled out of my arse and replaced my the breath of my Dad as he started to eat my arse out. It felt incredible and I could feel my arse opening, the more he ate me. He tapped on my hand, wanting more & I quickly handed the bottle to him. He took two massive hits & handed the bottle back saying “Now take as much as you can boy because I’ll give you the biggest here” I did as he said while he put his hand above my arse and began to guide the next one in. I was in so much pain but it felt absolutely incredible too. This one felt nowhere near as cold as the last two either. “God Dad I dunno…I don’t think I can…I want to but I don’t think…” “No…no…you’re doing great….just a little more…” Dad sounded way more flustered than he was with the other two. “I thought I could Dad but please… how far in is i…” I started to ask, turning around to see my Dad, one hand above my arse, the other hand on his cock as he was trying to push deeper inside me! END OF PART TWO

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Many years ago I was holiday on the Greek Island of Skiathos. I'd missed the last bus back to where I was staying. I stood at the bus stop thinking of what to do next. A beaten up old car passed me a couple of times. Instead of passing me a third time it stopped and a good looking Greek guy asked if I needed a lift. I got in before He could change His mind lol. He was actually from Leeds and on holiday to. We chatted quite a bit and both of us had been at Manchester Pride 2 weeks previous. As we got to where I was staying I said I'd offer Him a coffee only I hadn't got any only vodka. When we got in the apartment the vodka was forgotten about stripping naked as both our cocks hardened. Falling on to the bed we started sucking each others cocks. I then rolled over to allow His hard cock entry to my hairy hole. He plunged His cock balls deep in one motion making me groan out loud. He came quite quickly shooting a Hot big load of cum inside me.. He managed to shoot another 2 loads of cum deep inside my hairy hole leaving just as it got light. We unfortunately didn't have a repeat performance.

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And in case you can't open PDFs, or you just prefer the moderator's writing style, here's the text version of the story (I'm sure the moderator will do his usual thorough editing job within a few days). Chapter 5 comes right after the five-way at Simon's place, and right after Simon says, "...you have more to learn, and I'm gonna teach you." ---- Five: The next few weeks were really great. Simon seemed to be having me over more and more, and having girls from the club over less and less. He always seemed happy to see me, and I was definitely happy whenever I saw him. I loved how he always dominated me, and how he made me feel like I was the only person in the world when we were together. I was also starting to get used to him inviting Jaime or the married stranger over to fuck me, too, although Simon was the one I really wanted. I knew it was wrong to do this to my boyfriend, and of course I knew there was a huge risk taking Simon's loads (and his roommate's) all the time, and that it might all catch up to me later. But later was later, and all I knew was, Simon was what I needed right now, and I think he needed me to, and I was happy when I was with him. Things with my boyfriend Todd were also better than ever, which made me feel guilty for cheating on him, but I was getting better and better at not thinking about it. Things were always so easy when I was with Todd, and I couldn't imagine not being with him. He was probably the one really decent person in my life, and even though he didn't always understand me, I knew he would do anything for me, and I felt like a better person when I was with him. The sex was never quite as passionate as that one night he'd fucked Jaime's cum into me (without knowing it), but it was still great, and I was always happy when I was with him, too. Anyway, Todd and I were on our way to an office party my company was throwing. Todd always came with me to these things when he wasn't working, so it was nothing special. Some of the partners at my company were openly gay, and everyone at work was pretty easygoing, so I was looking forward to a few drinks, a few laughs, a drama-free evening, and then a quiet night back at Todd's place. We got to my office building and walked inside, with Todd telling me all the latest updates on his family ranch back home, and about the torque (or something) on the new pickup truck his family had just bought. He seemed really excited about the whole thing, and he was fun to listen to when he got excited about something. We got up to the office party and saw some of my work friends, and we walked over and started talking to them for a minute. Then I left to get us some drinks, and I said hi to some of the partners, my boss Jackie, and her nephew Greg, who I hadn't met before. I got back to where Todd was talking to my friends, and I noticed that Joel, the office slut, had come out of nowhere and was laughing at something Todd had said, resting his hand "casually" on Todd's muscular arm. Joel had a reputation around the office for spreading his legs for just about anything that moved, including one or two of the delivery men, and possibly some of the partners, too. Joel was Asian, on the short side, had a great body and a cute face, and could be very…persuasive when he wanted something, which is why I didn't want him anywhere near Todd. I usually didn't follow office gossip, but I could tell, just by looking, what Joel wanted; and with my boyfriend's recent…history, I didn't trust the two of them together at all. I handed Todd his drink, and then politely but firmly steered him away from that group, and away from Joel. After that, I started to relax. We had a few more drinks, we talked to some more of my office friends, and I showed Todd off to some of the new people there. The mood was good, there was booze and music, and all was well. And then at the other side of the room, I saw Simon walk in. Everyone was listening to Todd telling another one of his farm stories, as my heart stopped beating and I had a quiet panic attack. Was I imagining this? I'd only had a few drinks. Why was he here? Was he going to tell my boyfriend everything? In front of all my co-workers?? Had my life of lies and deceit finally caught up with me? Or could this just be a weird coincidence, and he was here with someone else? I held my breath and stayed perfectly still, praying for this moment to just go away, wishing for Simon to just turn around and walk out, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't see me…. Simon spotted me almost instantly and started walking directly toward me, with a maniacal grin on his face. What the hell was I going to do? I snapped out of my panicked paralysis and started looking for an escape route, but there was a table of food behind me, Todd next to me, and co-workers totally surrounding us, listening to Todd as he finished his story. The co-workers were starting to disperse, but not fast enough. In sheer desperation, I considered ducking under the table and running out the other side, but that would leave Simon alone with my boyfriend, to tell him who-knows-what? I finally decided to just stay put and try to think of a convincing story to tell my boyfriend, and hopefully get out of this thing alive. Simon finally got to where we were standing, walked right up to me, and slapped me hard on the shoulder. "There he is!" he said to me, like we were old friends. "Sorry I'm late!" "I—I didn't think you were coming," I said, completely honestly. I could see Todd had turned toward us and was probably waiting for an introduction. And Simon wasn't helping, he was just staring at me with that mischievous grin, obviously enjoying watching me squirm and suffer. I couldn't say he was a co-worker, because Todd knew everyone at work. "Todd, this is my…friend…from…growing up." From growing up? Was that seriously the best I could come up with?? "Nice to meet you, I'm Todd," my lover said. "How's it goin'? I'm Simon," my other lover said. God, was this really happening? These two people were never supposed to meet each other! "So you two went to school together?" Todd asked, totally normally. Maybe my lie had actually worked. "Sure did," Simon said, going along with my story with clear amusement, "and now I'm back in town. I can't believe you didn't find out about me before now!" I'm sure all the blood drained from my face at that point, but Todd was already on his third drink, which might have been the only thing that saved me. The rest of that conversation was incredibly…normal, with Todd and Simon making small talk, and only me seeming to realize how insane this whole situation was. Simon, always full of surprises, really hit it off with Todd, saying he had family in the Midwest, too (I had no idea if that was true or not), and talking about cars and power tools and things, which Todd loved. I realized I'd never seen Simon sociable like this before. He was like five different people in one. After a few minutes of Simon and my boyfriend bonding over "guy talk", Simon looked over at where my boss Jackie and her nephew Greg were standing, and asked me, "Hey, who is that fine Nubian queen over there?" Oh no, what was he doing? "That—that's my boss, but don't—" "I will talk to you two gentlemen later," he interrupted me, and started walking toward her. "No, you can't—" I said quickly, but he was already gone. Was this night really happening? First he introduces himself to my boyfriend, and now he's going to hit on my boss? This is not how tonight was supposed to go. I watched as Simon strutted up to Jackie and started talking to her, and I just hoped he wouldn't tell her he was with me. Then I saw both of them look directly over at me, and it was obvious he'd just told her. Why was he doing this to me?? I went back to talking to my boyfriend, who amazingly didn't seem to suspect anything. He actually seemed to really like Simon, which was just too much for me. I quickly waved some work friends over to talk to us and take my boyfriend's mind off Simon, and to hopefully make him forget about Simon altogether. After a few minutes of talking to my friends, I looked back over at Simon, and now he was leaning into my boss's ear and saying something funny, making her laugh. I turned back to my boyfriend, and Joel had once again shown up out of nowhere and was rubbing up on my boyfriend, so I had to separate the two of them again. Then I turned back to Simon, and now my boss was gone, and Simon was talking to my boss's nephew Greg, and making him laugh. This night could not be happening. I went back to talking to my work friends for a few minutes, and then when I turned back to Simon, he and Greg were looking right at me, and Simon was saying something into Greg's ear, and smiling devilishly. This could not be good. Then Greg started smiling, too, and then Simon was waving me over to them. I looked back at my boyfriend, and Joel had found his way back, and now he was putting a drink into Todd's hands, and Todd wasn't saying no. Well I could either keep Joel away from my boyfriend, or go over and see what Simon wanted. After some agonizing, I decided to walk over to Simon and Greg, knowing I'd regret it. "You know Greg," Simon said to me. I nodded at Greg. We'd met earlier. Greg was a little younger than me, in shape, and good looking. He had perfect white teeth, a neat haircut, and smooth mocha skin. "Greg's new in town," Simon explained, "and he doesn't know anybody yet. I told him I could help him out with that." Then Simon looked me up and down with a very suggestive look, and I knew exactly what he meant, but I couldn't believe it! He was pimping me out to my boss's nephew?? Then I saw the lusty smile on Greg's face, and I knew that's exactly what was happening. How had Simon found someone else to fuck me, literally 15 minutes after getting here? And how in the world had he singled out my boss's nephew, of all the people here? Simon took my arm and said, "Let's go for a walk." "What, now?" I asked, eyes wide. Simon nodded. "We can't, not here!" I protested. "My boss is here, and my boyfriend is right over there!" "I won't tell if you won't," Simon said with a smirk. "Will you tell?" he asked Greg. Greg shook his head, also smirking. "Then it's settled. Let's go, baby doll." Simon had never called me that in front of someone else before, and no one in my "regular" life knew I was sleeping around, until right now. This whole thing was totally wrong! But Greg already knew now, and if I put up a fight, Simon might tell Greg even more about what we'd been up to. So I took one last, mournful look back at my boyfriend, who I could see was now hopelessly under Joel's spell, and let Simon pull me away. The three of us walked to the end of one of the hallways, and into a corner office. I'd been so busy thinking about my boyfriend and Joel that I hadn't been paying attention to where we were going. "Wait, this is one of the partners' offices, we can't do it in here!" I said, but neither of them seemed to care. Simon closed the door (but didn't lock it), pulled me over to the window, and started grinding into my ass. "Wait, not by the window, someone could see us!" We were only a few floors up, and the parking lot was right outside. If someone left the party early and looked up…. Simon wasn't listening, though, and I could feel his hard-on pressing into me now. Greg walked up to me, lifted my chin up, and kissed me deeply, right then and there. I realized then that I hadn't kissed anyone except my boyfriend in three years, even with all this sleeping around I was doing. I'd just crossed yet another line, and with an almost complete stranger. While I was making out with Greg, Simon dropped my pants, then his, and then I felt his hard, bare cock pressing up against my skin. Then Greg bent me down, undid his own pants, and pushed his fat black cock into my mouth. Greg got hard fast, and soon I was choking on Greg's cock, with Simon right behind me, pushing my head further down and grinding his own cock against my ass. After a few minutes, Simon asked, "You ready to fuck him?" "Oh, yeah," Greg said. And with that, Simon stood me up, turned me around, and bent me forward again. I heard Greg spitting a few times, and then he started to push in. And there I was, bent over like a whore in one of the partners' offices, right in front of the window, with my neighbor's cock in my mouth, and my boss's nephew's cock shoving into my ass, at the company office party, with my boyfriend right outside. Was this really happening?? Greg slowly pushed all the way into me, and he was really stretching me out. He'd never asked about condoms, so I just hoped he was clean—although at this point I didn't even know if I was. When Greg was all the way inside me, he started slowly thrusting in and out and sighing, obviously enjoying the feeling. Meanwhile, Simon was deep in my throat, egging him on: "Yeah, man, open him up wide, make him your bitch, take that ass, fuck him real deep." "Oh, man, he feels good," Greg was saying as he fucked me harder, "fuck, this is just what I needed." He started really pounding me, and I struggled to take it. He didn't care, though, he just grabbed my hips and kept pounding me hard. And Simon obviously loved it. He kept encouraging Greg to fuck me harder, and telling me to "take that black dick in your slutty fuckin' hole, you fuckin' whore, your boyfriend's gonna know you just got fucked, for sure." After just a few minutes of Simon's nasty talk, Greg pounded me even harder, slammed all the way inside me, and held it there as he shot his load of unknown status deep inside me. As soon as he pulled out, Simon stood me up, shoved me right up against the same window I'd complained about before, and pushed in on Greg's cum. He fucked me hard as I looked down on the parking lot, hoping no one would walk out right then. "Oh, you dirty slut," he whispered into my ear, breathing hard, "taking all this dick with your boyfriend right outside. He's probably wondering where you are right now. Maybe Greg should go find him, and tell him to come join us? I think he'd like that." "No, don't!" I said, instinctively trying to push Simon off me, but he was way stronger than me, and after a brief struggle, he pinned my arms behind my back, pressed my face up against the window, and slammed back into me as hard as he could. "Or maybe I should tell all your friends out there you just took a load off your boss's nephew, right here in the partner's office!" he said with a maniacal laugh. "What does your HR handbook say about that, bitch boy?" I couldn't believe what he was saying to me. My friends had no idea what Simon and I got up to, they thought Todd and I were the perfect faithful couple. If people at work found out what a slut I was, I'd have to quit in shame—if I didn't get fired first. "Well what's it gonna be, boy?" he asked, with some really hard thrusts. I hoped he wasn't seriously making me choose. "Who do you want me to tell?" he asked, fucking me faster. "Your little work friends, or your boyfriend? And you better hurry, boy, 'cuz I'm about to bust my fuckin' nut." I still couldn't believe it. Is this why he'd come here tonight? "Ah, maybe I should just tell everyone. Then you'll have no one but me." Oh god, he really was making me choose, between losing my boyfriend and losing my job. Fuck, what had I done? I knew my lies would catch up to me eventually, but not yet, and I never thought Simon would turn on me like this! I'd known he was into some twisted games, and I'd known I was playing with fire, but fuck! "Oh, you feel so good, boy, I'm gettin' so close," Simon said. "I guess you want me to tell everyone, huh?" "My friends!" I blurted out. "Tell my friends." "Unh, just in time!" Simon said, slamming his cock into me. And as he pumped his hot load into me to mix with Greg's, I could tell from his voice and his moans that he was genuinely happy. Meanwhile, I felt like crying. My time at that company was probably over now, and all because I couldn't say no to Simon, just this one time. How had things gotten so out of control, so fast? Well at least if everyone was going to hear about me, they were going to hear about what a slut Greg was, too. That made me feel a little better. And I'd get to keep my boyfriend. Simon slowly slipped out of me and let go of my wrists, which were sore by now. We washed up in the private bathroom and straightened our clothes out, trying not to look like we'd just had a three-way at an office party. When we'd finished getting dressed, Simon walked right up to me. He took me by the chin and put his other hand around my waist, and dammit, when I saw the way he looked at me, like there was no one but the two of us, I couldn't stay mad at him, even though he was ruining my life, little by little. "That was so much fun, baby doll," he said to me, quietly, "I really liked that. I've fucked a lot of bitches," and now he was massaging my ear so gently, and I was closing my eyes and enjoying it, "but no one quite like you." And in that moment, I felt totally safe, and totally at peace with losing my job. I didn't need it, I could find a new one. All I needed was right here in front of me. "Well, my work here is done," Simon said, sounding satisfied, and letting go of my ear. "Oh, and uh, Greg here starts on Monday, so looks like you just met your new co-worker." "My…what??" I asked, suddenly panicked. I'd never slept with a co-worker before, and if I'd known Greg would be working here, there's no way in hell I would have cheated on my boyfriend with him! Oh no, it was all crashing down around me. My normal life and my cheating life were mixing together, and soon everyone would know what I cheater I was, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Then I thought of something. "Wait, I thought you were…telling my friends about…." "Oh, that?" Simon said, laughing, like he was remembering a joke. "I said I wouldn't tell if you wouldn't, didn't I?" And then he was walking to the door. "Oh hey," he said from the doorway, "and tell your partners, great party." And just like that he left, with a big, stupid grin on his face. Greg gave me a wink and a pearly-white smile, then he was gone, too, leaving me alone in this office that wasn't mine, feeling relieved, angry, worried, guilty, and a thousand other things. I took a second to pull myself together, then looked out the window to make sure no one had seen us. I straightened up the office, double-checked myself in the mirror, and walked out. God, I might actually get away with this. Six: I walked back out into the party to look for my boyfriend, hoping no one had noticed me being gone for so long. My friends said he'd gone outside for some air about 15 minutes ago, and when I walked out there, I saw him with his hand on the wall, leaning up on, of course, Joel. This guy got points for perseverance, I'd give him that, but I wasn't letting this skeevy whore sink his hooks into my man, so long as there was life in me. "Come on, honey, it's time to go," I said to Todd, pulling him toward the car, and completely ignoring Joel. He'd clearly had a few more since I'd last seen him (thanks to Joel, no doubt), and he was stumbling a little. He fought me weakly. "No, let's stay," he said, eyes half-shut, "we've only been here for—" "Yeah I know," I said, cutting him off. "But that was more than enough time, apparently." For both of us, I thought. I got him into the passenger seat of the Mustang and drove us back to his place, stalling the engine a few times as I tried to process everything that had just happened. We got inside, and he insisted on having another drink before he'd let me put him to bed. When we were finally lying down, he cuddled up next to me and held me in his strong arms, and at last I started to relax, and forget about that office party and everything that had happened. Then he said, "I like your friend Simon, why didn't you tell me about him before?" Fuck. "He…just got back into town," I said, trying to remember what story Simon had made up. "Oh really?" Todd said. "He seems pretty cool. We should all hang out sometime." No, no, no, I thought, if I could just get Todd to go to sleep, maybe he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, he'd forget he'd ever even met Simon, and everything could go back to the way it was. "I'm in the mood," I said, hoping to change the subject, "I wanna suck you off, baby." It wasn't really true, but if it meant distracting him till he passed out, I would take one for the team. I started rubbing his cock through his boxers, and that seemed to do the trick. He stopped grilling me about Simon, started getting hard, and breathed onto the side of my face. Oh, the booze was strong with this one. I got him on his back, slid down his boxers, and started working on his cock. He got totally hard and started moaning. My plan was working. I hated playing my boyfriend like this, but if he found out about Simon, it was all over, and I was not letting that happen. After a few minutes, my mind started drifting back to the office, and the unexpected pounding I'd taken there. That was way too risky. I couldn't do anything like that, ever again. But Greg was really fine, and I'd liked feeling him stretch me open. And I loved how much Simon had enjoyed the whole thing, even if he had tormented me evilly. Then I noticed I was completely hard, and realized I still hadn't cum yet today. So I took my briefs off and started stroking, as I kept working on my boyfriend's cock. My boyfriend had stopped making noises, and I was pretty sure he was out cold, when suddenly he said, "Oh yeah, that feels so good, unh, suck me, baby, suck me." I guess I had more work to do. He kept going, "Oh, you're so sexy, I want your body, I want to be inside you, we won't tell anyone." Hm, that was weird. Everyone knew about us already, didn't they? "I want to be inside you, I want to fuck you, Joel." What??? Did he just say he wanted to fuck Joel?? Joel, that slimy, slutty, backstabbing skank from the office who couldn't wait five minutes before loading my boyfriend up with liquor and luring him outside for some "alone time"? Something about hearing my boyfriend say Joel's name while I was sucking his cock, made something snap in my head, and before I knew what I was doing, I was climbing up and sitting on Todd's cock, and riding him for all I was worth. You want to sleep around behind my back, you son of a bitch? I thought, as I bounced up and down on his cock angrily. You like Joel better than me? Well, two can play at that game. You feel all that cum in there? That's Simon's, your friend Simon's, your favorite pal Simon's. Plus a guy's who I just met today. That's right, you stupid fool, while you thought you were being so clever, chatting up the village bicycle when I wasn't looking, I was two feet away, getting loaded up by two strangers. Feel all their cum inside me! You wanted to fuck a skeevy whore? Well, you're fucking one!! And with that, I shot a hot, angry load all over Todd's chest and face, as I ground my ass onto his bare cock, making sure it was completely covered in Simon's and Greg's cum. After I came down, my first thought was, Oh god, what have I done?? My cum was all over Todd's sleeping face, and I had just exposed him to who-knows-what from Simon and Greg. All Todd had done was talk to someone he probably thought was just being friendly, and here I was, shoving his cock into strangers' cum without him knowing, for the second time! And I was the one sneaking around, not him or Joel! I had to get ahold of myself. Simon was turning me into some kind of deviant, and now I was dragging poor Todd into it, too. As I cleaned up the evidence of my shameful acts (for the second time that night), I promised I would never do anything like this ever again. Todd was totally innocent, he'd only had that one slip-up a few months ago, and I didn't really blame him for that. I had to start treating him better, and trusting him more, and stop tricking him into fucking other guys' loads into me. What happened with me and Simon had to stay totally separate. I had to get my life back under control! I finished cleaning up Todd, then I curled up next to him, and he put his strong arm around me again, making me feel safe. "That was great, baby," he said, and started snoring. How much of that had he been awake for?? No, that was silly, he was totally hammered and wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. I would keep my promise to be better to him, and to trust him more, and to keep my other life separate. I started to feel better about myself then, as my boyfriend held me in his arms, just like old times, and I knew everything was going to be alright. Then a text message came in on my phone. I knew I should just ignore it and go to sleep, but it could be important, and there was nothing wrong with…just looking, was there? I instantly regretted it. It was a text from Simon: "Ur bf and Joel make a cute couple, but Joel was being kinda shy, so I helped move things along a little, hope u don't mind ;-)" Joel, shy?? What had Simon done? What did "moving things along" even mean? Joel was moving things along just fine without anyone's help. And when had Simon even been alone with my boyfriend or Joel? Then I remembered Todd and Joel had gone to stand outside right around when Simon was leaving the party; had Simon run into them? I'd walked out just a few minutes after Simon, but then again, Simon only needed a few minutes to work his evil magic on people. I could feel my brief happiness evaporating, and my jealousy and worry coming back. What was Simon doing to me, and my carefully ordered life? Why did he always like to mess with my head? What was he planning for my boyfriend and Joel? And when would he stop springing surprises on me all the time? I had the feeling things were about to get a lot more complicated before they got simpler…. Seven: For the next week or so, I kept thinking about Simon's text, saying he'd "helped move things along a little" between my boyfriend and Joel. Was he trying to get my boyfriend to cheat on me (again), with Joel? I was starting to think Simon liked corrupting people just for fun, and my boyfriend was next on his list. I saw my boyfriend Todd a few times that week, and everything seemed the same as usual. He didn't bring up Simon, or Joel (or what I'd done to him after the office party). Maybe Simon wasn't going to mess with my boyfriend after all, and I had nothing to worry about? I went out of town for a couple weeks to see family, and with all the usual family drama and exhaustion, I completely forgot about Simon's text, and everything else. I was glad to get back, and glad to see Todd again. We went to dinner and a movie, then back to his place for some drinks and some reunion sex. After that, we cuddled, and I listened to him tell me about work. Then he said, "Oh, and I saw your friend Simon." I immediately tensed up, disguising it (badly) as a cough. "Really?" I said, trying to sound casual. "Um, how?" "Oh, I bumped into him at that office party, when I was standing outside, and he was leaving. We swapped phone numbers." Standing outside, with Joel. So Simon had talked to them both. Anything was possible now…. "Oh great," I said, "So what did you guys do?" "Well the first time, we went rock-climbing, and then we went to the shooting range…oh, and then on Thursday I helped him pick up a couch he got for his place." Oh no, I thought, they'd seen each other three times already. And of course Simon had waited till I was out of town, and out of the way. "Oh that's great, honey," I lied. "Yeah," Todd said, "he's a real cool guy. And a mean shot." My boyfriend was as good as gone, I thought. For the next few days, I went back to obsessing over Simon, his text, and what he was doing to my boyfriend behind my back. Simon, meanwhile, seemed happier than ever, and a few times, I heard him singing as he walked past my window. I hadn't seen him since the party, and I texted him to see if he was free (and to get some answers), but he always said he was "busy". Anyway, I was getting home from work, which had gotten pretty stressful since that office party, too—I kept bumping into my boss's nephew Greg, who had tag-teamed me in an empty office with Simon that night, and who had just started working there (in HR, of all places); and of course Joel, who was after my boyfriend. I got out of my car and walked to the lobby to check my mail. One of my neighbors was standing in front of his mailbox, reading his mail, and we smiled and nodded at each other. I opened my box, looked at my mail, threw the junk mail away, and…I noticed that my neighbor was staring at me. I looked up at him, and he had a dirty, lusty, mischievous smirk on his face—the same kind of smirk I'd seen on Simon and Greg at the party, right before they'd fucked me…. Did I know this guy? He was Hispanic, a little older than me, about my height, sort of nondescript-looking….After a second, I recognized him as my neighbor from across the hall. He'd moved in a few months ago. But that didn't explain why he was looking at me like that. "Hi," I said tentatively, not really sure how to break the ice. My neighbor didn't say anything at first, he just kept looking at my body like he owned it, and then he started chuckling in a strange way, like I was reminding him of a dirty joke or something. "Hi," he finally said, and it sounded a little sarcastic. Seriously, did I know this guy from somewhere else? He was starting to make me uncomfortable. He chuckled some more, then in his Spanish accent, he said, "I guess you don't recognize me, do you?" He kept smiling, and took a step toward me. In a quieter voice, he said, "Maybe you'd recognize my cock, hm? Maybe you'd recognize me if I were inside you, and you were…cómo se dice?…blindfolded?" And then it all made sense, and my heart stopped for a second, and I breathed in sharply. This was the married stranger who'd been fucking me at Simon's place all those times. This is what Simon had meant, when he'd said the married guy "might not be a total stranger" to me. He lived right across the hall! Oh no, I'd gotten fucked by someone in my building without even knowing it. And, I'd seen this guy's family. This was so fucked up. "That's right," my married neighbor continued, "it's me who's been fucking you. And your ass is amazing." Then, in his seductive Spanish accent, he whispered, "I've given you so much of my cum….But it's been a while since you let me fuck you?" "I was…out of town," I said, weakly. "Are you going to let me fuck that ass again?" he asked. I nodded obediently. What was I doing? "Good," he said quietly, with a big smile. "Come over tonight at eleven. You remember where I live?" I nodded again. "I'll leave the door cracked open. Don't knock. And don't wear cologne." I nodded a third time. He took another step toward me, leaned into my ear, and grabbed my ass. "I can't wait," he whispered, and then he walked off. I was in a daze for a few seconds. I'd finally seen the man who'd been fucking me all those times. And someone in my own building knew what I slut I was, and the kind of risky sex I had! I couldn't tell if I was more nervous, or turned on. Anyway, that night at 11 o'clock, I snuck out of my apartment, took two steps, and quietly pushed open my neighbor's door. He was standing in his kitchen with his shirt off, and he smiled at me, then reminded me to be quiet. I leaned the door closed again, then quietly walked over to the kitchen. As I got around the counter, I saw that my neighbor's cock was out, and hard already. He smiled as I walked toward him, then he pulled me in and kissed me, which surprised me. But he was a good kisser, and after a few seconds, I started to kiss back. He reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, and his hard cock pressed against my stomach. Then he gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees, and guided his cock into my willing mouth. He was careful not to make me gag at first, but he eventually got his cock head all the way down my throat, until my nose was buried in his pubes. He sighed appreciatively. I had never done anything like this before—sucking off one of my neighbors, in his kitchen, with his family asleep in the next room…it felt so dangerous, and so slutty. I loved it. My neighbor pulled me to my feet, dropped my pants, turned me around, and bent me all the way over till I was grabbing my ankles. He could still see over the high counter, but I was completely out of sight. He slicked up my ass and his cock, then he slowly started to press in until his pubes were brushing up against my ass. I felt so full, but I held my breath so I didn't make any sound. Once he was in, he started to slowly fuck me, pushing his raw cock all the way in, then pulling almost completely out. He kept this up for a long time, and I could tell how much he liked it, and how focused on me he was. I wondered if he did this with other guys, or if I was the only one. I found myself getting turned on, thinking about him fucking other guys like this. Then he pulled me up and whispered in my ear, "You feel so good. I'm going to give you my leche soon, okay?" I nodded eagerly, begging him for it. I wanted his virile cum in me. I wanted him to own me. He pulled me in for another deep kiss, then pushed me back down till I was grabbing my ankles again. Then he started fucking me a little faster, careful not to slam into my ass or make any noise. It was hot knowing how much he was enjoying the fuck, and how much he wanted to just pound me, but hearing him stay perfectly quiet. After a few minutes of him fucking me fast, I felt him push all the way inside me and hold it there, and I felt his body jerk as he was racked with a powerful orgasm, as he held me there in place. I could tell he was holding his breath as he gave me yet another load of his married cum, and silently marking my ass as his again. After what seemed like a whole minute of him shooting inside me, he finally exhaled, and quietly caught his breath. He slipped out of my cummy hole, pulled up his pants, and gave me a big smile when I stood up and looked at him. He had obviously enjoyed our secret fuck as much as I had, and he looked totally satisfied now. I smiled back at him as I pulled up my own pants, then I let him walk me to the door. He gave me another deep, passionate kiss, and another squeeze on the ass, then he opened the door and let me out into the hallway. As I walked back into my own apartment, I thought how funny it was that this married stranger looked so basic and average in public, like your typical, ho-hum family guy. But after dark, when everyone was asleep, he was either over at Simon's place, slamming his raw cock into my cummy hole, or he was silently fucking me bareback in his kitchen, giving me load number who-knows-how-many, never once asking about condoms or status. And no one would have guessed, just by looking at him. It was so wrong…and so hot. As I drifted off to sleep that night, thinking about my neighbor's cum still inside me, I wondered if I was starting to like being a slut, instead of just going along with it because it was what Simon wanted. I had definitely enjoyed my neighbor fucking me in his kitchen just now; and if Greg hadn't been my co-worker, I wouldn't have minded having his fat cock inside me again. I didn't totally understand what was happening to me, but maybe I was finally turning into the slut Simon wanted me to be…. Eight: A few days after my kitchen fuck with my married neighbor, Simon finally let me come over. I hadn't seen him since the office party, and I wasn't sure if I was more upset at him for what he was doing with my boyfriend, or just glad to see him. Either way, I wanted some answers about what exactly he was up to. I walked into his bedroom that night and found him naked on his bed, totally hard, his pale skin glowing in the light coming in through the blinds. For a moment I couldn't remember what I wanted to say to him, I just knew I wanted him. "Hey, baby doll," he said with a smile that said he was just as happy to see me. "Hey," I said with a sheepish grin. "Why don't you come over here and take care of this dick?" he said. "I've missed that hot mouth of yours." I obediently climbed onto the bed and hungrily swallowed his cock all the way to the base. This felt right, me on my knees, worshipping Simon and his cock, making him feel good, letting him dominate me. After fucking my throat for just a little bit, Simon told me to take my clothes off and get on my back, then he spat on his cock and slid inside me. Now there was nothing between us—no clothes, and no rubber. I didn't want any protection from Simon anymore, I just wanted him inside me. I wanted to be his. "Oh baby, your ass feels so good," he said, "it's been so long, I've missed this ass." He fucked me slow and deep, and leaned in so close to me, with a look of ecstasy and pleading on his face. Then he leaned in next to my ear and held me tight as he fucked my hole harder. "Oh, I've missed you, baby doll," he whispered to me, and I was in heaven. Then all of a sudden, he pulled away from me and started slam-fucking my hole with a wicked grin on his face. He wasn't being tender or passionate anymore. More like sadistic. "Ah, did your boyfriend tell you we hung out while you were gone?" he asked me. I nodded. I wasn't in heaven anymore. "He's a great guy, your boyfriend," Simon continued, still slamming into me whenever he felt like it, and moving his cock around in me from side to side. "A little simple, but he's an engineer, so he must have somethin' goin' on upstairs, somewhere," he said with a cruel laugh. I didn't like where this conversation was going, and I didn't like him making fun of my boyfriend. "He's an open book, too," Simon went on, clearly enjoying this. "He loves you, of course, but he wants a little more…excitement, you know? A little sum'n on the side." That's what I was afraid of, that after three years, my boyfriend wanted more than just me. That's why he'd cheated on me a few months ago, and that's why it had been so easy for Joel to tempt him, back at the office party. But wait…had Simon said Todd loved me? This was huge. And I didn't know if I felt the same way. I hated that I was hearing it from Simon like this, with that mean smile on his face. "And that's where Joel comes in," Simon continued, pounding me really fast then, making loud slapping noises on my ass. When he slowed down a little, he saw the bitter look on my face, but it clearly didn't bother him. "See, your boyfriend likes Joel, thinks he's 'exotic', or whatever the fuck, and Joel likes your boyfriend—well, who doesn't Joel like, nahmean?" he said, laughing. I could feel my face getting hot. "So it was really good luck I bumped into them at that party." He went back to fucking me slowly, but not tenderly. "Your boyfriend needs to, uh…broaden his horizons a little, you know, spread his seed around." He laughed at his own little joke. I didn't. "But your boyfriend was too chickenshit to talk to Joel on his own, and Joel didn't want you to be mad at him"—I doubted Joel gave a crap what I thought—"so I had to, uh…help 'em along a little bit." There was that word again, "help". Maybe now he'd finally tell me how much damage he'd done while I was away. "So me and your boyfriend are gonna tag team that chinky ass tomorrow, can't fuckin' wait!" "No, you can't!" I said, and tried to push him off me. But he slammed his cock all the way in me, grabbed onto my wrists, and easily held my arms up above my head as he continued to fuck me, and all with a big smile on his face like this was all a big game for him. "Don't fight me, baby doll," he said, "you know I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want, and this is what I want, baby, and this is what your boyfriend wants, and this is what you want, to." This wasn't what I wanted, I didn't want my boyfriend cheating on me again, and I hated that skank Joel and didn't want to catch anything from him. I was still angry, but Simon was holding my wrists tight, and I stopped fighting him and just listened as he went on. "You're gonna thank me later, boy. This is what your boyfriend wants, and if you give him what he wants, he won't leave you, will he?" I wanted to argue that this was totally fucked up, and that Simon shouldn't be butting into our relationship. But what he was saying did…kind of make sense, in a perverted way. "That's right, baby doll, I'm helpin' you out, I'm keepin' you and your boyfriend together." Then he just looked down on me for a while, until I finally stopped looking angry. He and Todd had already made the decision, and if I stopped my boyfriend from cheating, I might just lose him. It was so messed up, but I started to accept it, and I think Simon saw that on my face. "I knew you'd understand, baby," he said, leaning in next to my ear again, "you're such a good fuckin' boy, you know that? Always takin' my dick, always makin' me feel good, always doin' whatever the fuck I tell you." He started moaning, and he let go of my wrists and held me tight. And I felt my arms wrap around him, pulling him into me. This whole thing was so wrong, and Simon should not be trying to turn my boyfriend into a cheater, just like he'd done to me. But Simon smelled so good right now, and I loved feeling his skin pressed up against mine, and feeling his cock inside me with nothing between us, and knowing I was making him feel good, and knowing he'd missed me while I was gone. I could never stay mad at him. "You're such a good bitch boy," Simon went on, whispering lustily in my ear, and I could tell he was close, "lettin' your boyfriend cheat on you. You're boyfriend's lucky to have you, so lucky. We're gonna have such a good time tomorrow, tag teamin' that yellow boy, that fuckin' slut." Then he started pounding me for all he was worth, and grabbing me tight, and I knew he was about to cum. "I'm gonna turn your boyfriend into a cheater, just like I did to you! He's gonna be mine, just like you are! You're both gonna be mine!!" He slammed his cock all the way inside me and gave me another huge load, moaning and whimpering into my ear. I pulled him into me, wanting his cum as deep inside me as possible, and not caring about anything else. The next day, though, I wasn't feeling as open-minded about Todd cheating on me as I had when I was with Simon. I didn't want to lose him, like Simon had said; but I was afraid if Joel got his hands on him, I'd lose him anyway. Well maybe Simon had just been making stuff up just to get under my skin, like he had at the office party. I decided to text my boyfriend. Maybe he wasn't really seeing Joel? "Hey hun, do you want to hang out later?" But he wrote back: "Hey babe, not feeling so great today, prob gonna lie down, maybe tomorrow?" Hmm. It looked like he really was seeing Joel today, and now he was lying to me about it…. I told him we'd hang out tomorrow and to "feel better soon", then I did stuff around the apartment, trying not to think about it too much. But my mind kept going back to what the three of them would be doing later, and Simon's and Todd's pale skin sandwiching Joel's darker skin as they gave it to him from both ends. Would Todd kiss Joel like he kissed me? Would he cum inside him? I couldn't stop thinking about it. But I knew something that would take my mind off Todd and Joel—Jaime, and him pounding me into the mattress again. He really was turning into a hot little fucker, and he lived right across the street. I texted him, not wasting any time: "Fuck me?" His reply was fast, as always: "Cousin's coming over" Well that wasn't what I'd wanted to hear, but family comes first, I guess. Then he sent me a second text: "I'll bring him over" Well I wasn't expecting that! But if one cock was good, two cocks were even better. So a little while later, I was letting Jaime and his cousin into my apartment. Jaime was on the beefy side, but his cousin—Paco—was pretty lean and almost skinny. He was about Jaime's age, definitely cute, and had sort of a "'hood" vibe to him. "Nice place," Paco said, avoiding eye contact with me. I wondered if he'd ever been with a guy before? "Thanks," I said, and led the two boys back to the bedroom. Paco definitely did not take the lead, again making me wonder if this was his first time with a guy. But Jaime did (they grow up so fast), and soon all three of us were naked, and Jaime and I were taking turns on Paco's young dick, making him moan. I was surprised to see Jaime swallow Paco's dick without hesitation, considering they were cousins and all….Maybe they'd done this before? After just a few minutes of that, Paco was rock hard and short of breath, and Jaime was hard, too. Jaime told me to get on my back, and I did what he said. He really was getting confident. Then he put Paco between my legs, and told him to fuck me. Paco hesitated. "You got a rubber?" he asked. "You don't gotta worry about that," Jaime said, "he's clean, you can fuck him." (Even I didn't know if that was true, with all the cum Simon was giving me, but I didn't say anything.) Paco seemed to think for a minute, probably weighing years of sex-ed videos against trusting his own cousin. Finally, he decided to trust Jaime and just go for it, which was so hot to see. But he was trying to stick his cock in me dry. Jaime stopped him, spat in his hand, and rubbed it on Paco's hard cock, showing him how to lube up before fucking, just like Simon had done for him just a few months ago. With his cock slicked up, Paco started pushing in, a little too fast. If I hadn't just been fucked by Simon (and his roommate) the night before, I might have had to tell Paco to pull out and start over. But I let him shove inside me, eager to take his hard teenage cock, and possibly be the first guy he'd ever fucked. Once Paco had gotten into a nice rhythm and it was starting to feel good for me, Jaime moved around behind Paco and watched what he was doing over his shoulder. As Paco thrust in and out of me, Jaime's hard cock was probably rubbing up on his cousin's ass, and Paco wasn't stopping him. So after a little while, Jaime pushed his cousin forward onto my chest, spat on his own cock, and started pushing into him. Paco still didn't stop Jaime, but he did stop fucking me, and I could tell it hurt. Jaime didn't seem to mind, though, and kept pushing into Paco until he was all the way in. Then he got a big smile on his face, like he'd finally gotten something he'd been waiting ages for. Paco did eventually get used to having Jaime's dick inside him, and he started fucking me again, and fucking back onto Jaime's dick. I wasn't sure if he was enjoying it at first, but before long, he said, "I'm 'bout to cum," so I guess he was. A few seconds later, Paco pulled out of my ass and started jerking his cock really fast, like he was going to cum on my chest. But Jaime was like lightning—he reached around, pushed Paco's hand out of the way, lined his cock back up to my ass, and shoved Paco forward till he was back inside me. Paco was obviously confused by what Jaime had done, but he was too close to the edge. He instinctively started thrusting into me again for a few seconds, then he threw his head back and started convulsing, as he shot his teenage load deep into my ass. Before Paco had even come down from his powerful orgasm, Jaime was slamming into his cousin, grabbing onto his shoulders, his neck, his hips, my thighs…he was pounding him mercilessly, and I almost felt bad for Paco. Then Jaime grabbed Paco by the neck, pushed his own face up against Paco's, and started shooting his load into Paco's ass. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. After Jaime came down, he pulled out of Paco, and Paco pulled out of me, then we all lay down and caught our breaths. Jaime was obviously really pleased with himself, but Paco wasn't saying anything, and I didn't know what was on his mind. "That was good, huh?" Jaime prompted him. "It was aight," Paco responded, noncommittally. Well that was better than a no, I guess. "You're still hard," Jaime said to me. I looked down, and he was right. "You can fuck Paco if you want." I hadn't expected that at all—Jaime always treated me like his bitch, just like Simon did. And I hadn't topped in years. But Paco wasn't saying anything, just sort of staring at the ceiling, and I wasn't going to miss this chance to get my seed inside this straight-ish teenage thug. So I got between Paco's legs, put them over my shoulders, and spat on my cock. "Wait, you gotta get a rubber," Paco said. Dammit. Well I still wanted to be inside this kid, so I started to pull away so I could get one out of the nightstand, but Jaime stopped me. "I told you he's clean, remember?" Jaime said to Paco. "I wanna see him fuck you. You don't gotta worry 'bout nothing. Trust me, bro." Paco looked at Jaime, then he looked away, then he looked at me, then he looked back at Jaime. And I guess Jaime must have had even more influence over his macho, thuggish cousin than I'd thought, because finally Paco said, "Fine, man," and I started pushing my bare cock into him. Once I was inside him, I couldn't believe how good he felt—he was so hot, and so wet, and he was gripping me so tight. I meant to go slow and give him time to adjust to this new cock inside him, but I couldn't control myself, and soon I was slamming into him and making him squirm. I could tell he was in discomfort, but I didn't care, I was never going to see this kid again, and he felt so good, and I wanted him to remember this fuck. Before long, I was close to the edge, and Paco could probably tell, because he said, "Pull out, man, don't cum inside me." I slowed down then, not sure what to do. Pulling out of him seemed like such a waste, when I hadn't topped in years, and when he felt so good, and when he'd already taken a load of cum from Jaime. I was never going to see him again, so why should I pull out? I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good, and it's what I wanted. Fortunately, Jaime stepped in again: "Bro, I told you, he's safe, you don't gotta worry 'bout nothing, he's clean, man." "No way," Paco said, "I'm not letting no homo cum inside me, no fuckin' way, man." "You just gotta get used to it," Jaime was saying, "you'll like it, I promise, you gotta do it." "No fuckin' way, man," Paco said, and he was getting more agitated. "I'm not a fuckin' homo, I'm not taking his fuckin' cum in me, get off me!" And then Paco started pushing me off, but damn his ass felt good, and Jaime was starting to hold him down, and I kept fucking him. Then Jaime said, "Do you want me to tell your dad you get fucked up the ass?" And I saw a mix of terror, anger, and pleading cross Paco's face all at once, and then he stopped struggling. Jaime let go of his arms and messed his hair up a little. "You'll like it, I promise," Jaime said. God, Jaime was turning into a sick fucker. Had Simon made him this way, or had he always been like this? Paco just sort of looked away, and Jaime said to me, "Fuck him. Cum inside him." I wasn't sure what to do—I wanted to cum inside this boy, and so did Jaime, but Paco didn't want it. Jaime saw my hesitation and said, "Do it, or I'm gonna tell Simon." Fuck, Jaime was blackmailing both of us! I know I should have been angry or worried or something, but all I felt was incredibly turned on, that this 18-year-old was dominating me like this, and giving me orders, and telling me to cum inside his unwilling cousin. I didn't sit around and think about it too much, I just started thrusting into Paco's hole as hard as I could, not caring how much discomfort Paco was in, or what he wanted. I slammed into his teenage ass for a full minute before I felt that familiar tingling in my balls, and I knew I was cumming. Then Paco seemed to have second thoughts, and said, "No, don't!" But it was too late—I was shoving my cock all the way inside his young, slutty hole and giving him an enormous load of cum, whether he wanted it or not. The feeling of shooting my load inside his hot, cummy ass was incredible, and I thought I was going to black out, it was so intense. I knew I had made the right choice. When I'd caught my breath a little and opened my eyes, I had a huge smile on my face. That really had been fantastic. Then I noticed Jaime was still holding Paco's arms, and Paco did not look happy. "I said not to cum in me," Paco said to me. "Well, Jaime told me to," I said. I knew it was a lousy excuse, but it was true, anyway. I slowly pulled out of Paco's cummy and well-fucked hole, then lay down next to him, totally satisfied. My load was in him, and his load was in me. "You'll be fine," Jaime said, letting go of Paco's arms and lying down next to him. "Why're you so worried for?" "'Cuz I'm not a homo," Paco answered, "and I don't wanna fuckin' catch nothing." "You're not gonna fuckin' catch nothing, Paco," Jaime went on. I couldn't tell if he was lying to his cousin, or if he honestly believed what he was saying. "Nothing bad's gonna happen to you, I promise. You just gotta enjoy it." Jaime's words seemed to be working, because Paco loosened up, little by little, and didn't seem quite so angry anymore. "Didn't you like fucking him?" he asked Paco. "I know you did, that's why you're fucking hard again right now." I looked down, and it was true, I couldn't believe it. Paco had just cum, and now he was rock hard again. "Come on," Jaime said, "we can both fuck him now." Paco thought for a minute, then he quietly got between my legs, and shoved into me again. He immediately started fucking at full speed, and with his eyes closed, I guess he was enjoying himself, after all. After a couple minutes, I took a risk, grabbed this straight boy by the back of the neck, and pulled him down for a deep kiss. He pulled back at first, but I kept my hand on his neck, and eventually he started kissing me back, confused at first, then with more enthusiasm. He went back to fucking me while we were making out, and pretty soon I heard him moaning into my mouth, and then he was shooting his second load deep into my ass. He had taken two loads, and given two loads. Paco pulled out and flopped down next to me, and I could just about see a tiny smile on his young, thuggish face. Then Jaime got lined up and pushed in, and started fucking me with his cousin's two loads all around his bare cock now. After he got into a rhythm, he leaned down and started making out with me, too, and I put my arms around him and pulled him into me. This was one hot, twisted fucker, and he was becoming more and more like Simon every day. Jaime kept pounding me, then finally he leaned in next to my ear and shot his slutty teenage load into my ass, to mix with Paco's. When he had finished, he looked down at me, then looked down at his cousin Paco, and got a huge, kind of scary, smile on his face. He was obviously pleased with his work. And so was I, to be honest. Paco wanted to take a shower right away, and when he was getting dressed afterwards, he didn't say anything, and he didn't look at either one of us. Jaime took him back to his place, giving me a deep kiss and a wink before leaving. I wondered if Paco would ever hook up with a guy again? It didn't look like it, but with Jaime working his charms on Paco and seeming more and more like Simon all the time, who knew? Whatever happened with Paco though, I sure as hell had enjoyed fucking him, and taking his cum. With Jaime's and Paco's three loads in me, I didn't care so much what happened between Simon, my boyfriend, and Joel. Having the two boys over had definitely been the right thing to do. But I got to thinking, how many of us were under Simon's spell now, doing the twisted things he wanted us to do, having the sleazy sex he wanted us to have? There was me and my boyfriend, Jaime and Paco, Simon's roommate, my married neighbor, and Greg and Joel from work—eight of us, all doing what Simon wanted, whether we knew it or not. And it had all started that first night I'd met him, outside my apartment building, six months ago. So much had happened since then. My life had been totally different, before I'd met Simon. I wondered what my life would be like in another six months…? Nine: The day after my three-way with Jaime and his cousin Paco, I was back at work, trying to focus, but my mind kept drifting back to my boyfriend. Had he and Simon fucked Joel yesterday, like Simon had said? Had Simon turned my boyfriend into a cheater now, just like me? I stayed at my desk pretty much the whole morning, not wanting to run into Joel. It was too weird working with the guy my boyfriend was probably cheating on me with! When everyone had left for lunch, I figured the coast was clear, so I snuck into the break room for some food. But right as I was turning around to leave, my boss's nephew Greg walked in. "Well, look who it is," Greg said to me with a smirk. He was obviously thinking about the time he and Simon had double-teamed me at the office party. "You staying in for lunch?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm just gonna…eat at my desk," I answered. "Oh, okay," Greg said, looking me up and down slowly, and adjusting his cock in his pants. I started to walk out of the break room and back to my desk, but he was still standing in the doorway, and he wasn't moving out of the way. When I tried to go around him, he leaned in toward me and said quietly, "Everyone's gone for lunch," giving me a suggestive look. I didn't want to sleep with someone I worked with, and I was still upset at Simon for tricking me into doing it the first time. But…fucking around with Jaime and Paco yesterday had made me feel better about Todd probably cheating on me. And Greg was standing really close, and he smelled really great. After a couple seconds, I looked down at Greg's cock—which he adjusted again—bit my lip, and just nodded. Greg took me by the arm then and led me to the back stairwell, which no one ever used. Once we were in, he leaned in and kissed me deeply, feeling up my body. Then he undid his pants, pushed me down, and shoved his cock down my throat. After only a couple minutes of that, he was pulling me up, making out with me again, and taking off my pants. Then he turned me around, bent me in half, and started pushing into my ass, and I didn't stop him. I wasn't thinking about my boyfriend anymore, and I wasn't thinking about how wrong it was to be getting fucked bare by my boss's nephew. I was just thinking about taking Greg's thick cock, and feeling him open me up. Pretty soon, Greg's uncovered cock was all the way inside me, and he held on to my hips and started sliding in and out, and sighing. And it felt so right, being here bent over in a stairwell, letting another guy use my ass to get off. Then I remembered I'd never asked Greg about his status, I'd just let him fuck my ass bareback. Should I stop him? Or at least tell him not to cum in me? But then I realized Simon wouldn't want me to ask about stuff like that, he'd just want me to bend over and let this guy use my ass however the fuck he wanted. And I knew Simon would be happy to hear what a good slut I was, and how I'd taken care of his buddy Greg, and let him fuck me raw. So when Greg grabbed my hips harder and started fucking me faster, I whispered to him to keep fucking me, and to pound my ass, and how much I needed his fat cock inside me, and to cum inside me again, just like last time. And after a couple minutes of that, Greg slammed into me hard, and I knew he was shooting another load into me. After fucking his cum into me for a little bit, Greg pulled out of me, zipped up, gave me another deep kiss, and left. I slowly got dressed again, basking in the afterglow. I actually felt pretty accomplished, and I knew Simon would be proud of me the next time I saw him. Then I heard some footsteps on the stairs, and I practically jumped out of my skin. Before I could think of what to do, Joel came around the corner! And he had a huge grin on his face. Had he heard everything?? "Hot show," Joel said smugly. I didn't know what to say—was he going to turn us in?? Joel kept walking toward me, and I was afraid to move, until I knew what he was going to do. "It sounds like that wasn't the first time you and Greg have messed around?" I didn't say anything. Finally, he asked, "Does Todd know?" The blood drained from my face then. I hoped he wasn't going to tell Todd, or anyone else. I would be so screwed if he did. Joel took a few more steps toward me, then he started playing with my shirt. I didn't like Joel and I wanted him to back up, but I was too afraid to tell him to stop. "We're a lot alike, aren't we?" Joel asked, still smiling at me. Well obviously he was wrong, we were nothing alike! Joel was a whore and a slut who liked sleeping with other people's boyfriends, and I…well I was only doing it because Simon wanted me to. It was completely different! "We have a lot in common," Joel went on, still playing with my shirt. Yeah, like my boyfriend, I wanted to say. "I think we should be friends," he said. Well that was never going to happen, and now that I knew he wasn't going to blackmail me (or at least, I hoped he wasn't), I pulled away from him and walked out of the stairwell. For the entire rest of the day, I kept thinking about what I had done with Greg, and who Joel might tell. I had let Greg fuck me to take my mind off things, but it had only made things worse! I told my boyfriend I wasn't feeling well that night, and I tried to keep a low profile for the rest of the week. A few times, Simon texted me about the hot three-ways he and my boyfriend were having with Joel, which he knew would piss me off. But I couldn't confront Joel and tell him to back the fuck off my boyfriend, because then he might tell someone about me and Greg. It was a rough week. Anyway, that weekend, Todd said he missed me, and he really wanted to see me. I kept thinking about him giving Joel his dick all week, and I didn't really want to see him. But he was being so sweet about it, I finally caved in. Todd let me in through the kitchen, and before I could even say anything to him, he pulled me in for a deep kiss and started grabbing my ass. "I missed you, baby," he said to me, then he started making out with me again. Then he turned me to face the kitchen sink, ripped my pants down, and dove right into my ass, eating me out. He'd never done anything like that before—he was being so confident, and so aggressive. He slapped my ass a few times and moaned into my hole as he ate me out. Was this really my Todd? He was doing a really great job and making me feel incredible, and I was moaning as I bent over the sink. Then he stood up, pulled his pants down, and spat on his cock. Before I knew what was happening, he was pushing his raw cock up into my hole, and he wasn't going slow. I struggled to take him inside me, but then he was all the way in, and he was pulling me up to make out with him as he started fucking me. "You feel so great, baby," he whispered to me with glazed eyes, "I'm so glad you came over." Then he started fucking me hard, not giving me much chance to get used to him. "Oh fuck, you're making me feel so good, baby," he said to me with his eyes closed, and I could swear that was something Simon always said to me. My boyfriend almost never talked during sex. He really was acting different tonight—and I liked it. "You wouldn't believe the week I've had," Todd went on, "I've wanted to get my cock inside you all week, oh god you feel good, so glad you came over, can't wait to cum in you again." Then I remembered that Todd had been fucking around with Joel all week, probably without a rubber. And here he was, sticking it in me bareback, too, and saying he was gonna cum in me. He knew he was fucking around with other guys, but he hadn't even offered to pull out or anything, he'd just stuck his bare cock in me like he always did. But instead of being mad at him or worried, I thought it was hot that he was being so aggressive with me. All I knew was that I wanted to make him feel good, and I wanted his cum in me again. I didn't care who he was fucking around with, he was my Todd, and I wanted his cum inside me, just like always. I started encouraging him then, "Yeah, baby, fuck me hard, use my ass, give me your cock, cum inside me, I need it baby, give it to me!" Todd pulled me in for a deep kiss, and I could see the lust and the need in his eyes. Then he pushed me back down to the sink and started pounding my ass probably harder than he ever had, and really moaning loud. After just a few seconds of that, my hot, cheating boyfriend shoved his bare cock all the way inside me and shot his load deep in my ass, just like he'd said he would. After he came down, he slipped out of me and turned me around to face him. "That was incredible, baby," he said to me, looking totally content. Then he held me and made out with me for a few minutes, and I wrapped my arms around him. His week with Simon had turned him into a completely different person—a really hot fucker, just like Simon was. And I realized then that I wasn't bothered about my boyfriend fucking around anymore, I just wanted him to keep fucking me like that, just like Simon did. That night, Todd pumped two more loads into me, and I begged him for each one. The next day, Simon told me to come over, and I did. It had been over a week since I'd seen him, and I was happy to swallow his cock all the way down my throat, and feel his strong hands on my head, using me. After moaning and sighing for a few minutes, Simon said, "You're probably wonderin' how it went with your boyfriend and Joel, huh?" I stopped sucking for a second, then slowly went back to it. "I know you are," he went on. "Well, your boy was shy at first, but Joel's pussy was too good to pass up, and I got him fuckin' that little slut in no time. Your boy's a beast, you know that? He just needed the right…encouragement, and I gave it to him." Simon laughed. "He painted that boy's walls white! Then I fucked his load in and came inside that boy, too. And he took all of it. Joel's a good fuckin' slut." I didn't really want to hear about Joel, or how much they'd liked fucking him. But I kept sucking Simon, hoping he'd stop talking about him. Then I heard a bang on the other side of the wall, and what sounded like, "Uh, fuck me! Cum in me!" Simon laughed. "My roommate's havin' some fun with that fuckin' whore. Man, that bitch'll take just about any cock, hot fuckin' slut." Well, it sounded like Simon and his roommate both liked fucking sluts—Simon liked fucking Joel, and his roommate liked fucking whoever it was making all that noise. I kept sucking, and Simon continued, "Anyway, me and your boy fucked that slut Joel over and over, gave him like four or five loads or some shit like that. Then a few days later your boy wanted some more! Man, we had that chinky slut over like three or four times, it was fuckin' great. Your boyfriend loved fuckin' that dirty whore, tag-teamin' him, givin' him his fuckin' nut. He pumped so much cum into that pussy. He couldn't fuckin' get enough!" I could tell Simon was trying to get under my skin…and it was working. "Oh and I talked to your boy today," Simon went on, even though I wanted him to just stop, "and he says he fucked your skanky ass last night, came inside you three times. And you begged him for every fuckin' load, just like Joel did. You're turnin' into a hot fuckin' slut, you know that? A hot fuckin' slut. Maybe I should tell him I've been fuckin' your slutty ass for months, I think he'd like that!" And before I could pull off his cock and tell him not to tell my boyfriend a fucking thing, and that I didn't want him talking to Todd about our fucking sex life, Simon slipped his cock head all the way down my throat, and started fucking it, not letting me come up for air. I tried to push him off me so I could breathe, but he just moaned, saying, "I know you can take it, bitch boy, I know you can fuckin' take it." Finally he let me up, and I gasped for air and wiped the slobber off my face. As I was recovering, I heard Simon's roommate moan, probably shooting his load into the slut he was fucking. Then Simon looked at me with a cocky smile and said, "I got a surprise for you, baby doll, one we're both gonna like." Then he knocked on the wall a few times, and a few seconds later…Joel walked in! So that's the slut his roommate had been fucking! God, this whore was everywhere—at work, in the stairwells, with my boyfriend, with Simon, and now with Simon's roommate! And here he was seeing me cheat on my boyfriend again, with my slobber and Simon's precum all over my face. Fuck! I looked over at Simon for an explanation. "Get on your back," was all he said. I stared at him in disbelief for a second, then looked over at Joel, whose cock was sticking straight out, then looked back at Simon, begging him not to make me do this—not with Joel. But Simon gave me a stern look, and looked down at the bed and back at me. Finally, I gave up fighting, and lay down on my back like Simon wanted. Joel got on the bed right away, fingered some of the roommate's cum out of his ass, and lubed up his cock. God, he really was a slut. I couldn't believe I was letting him do this. But with some encouragement from Simon, Joel was pushing his uncovered cock into me, and I was letting him. Then he was all the way in, and Simon was smiling down on me, and rubbing my chest. After I got over my initial feelings of disgust and jealousy, Joel's cock started to feel good inside me. I realized Joel was actually a pretty good top, and really focused on me and making me feel good. After I started to moan, Simon whispered something into Joel's ear, then Joel smiled, and leaned down to kiss me. Well, I still hadn't forgiven him for seducing my boyfriend behind my back over and over, and for being such a skank in general, and I turned away. But Simon grabbed me and slowly turned my head until Joel's mouth was on mine, and his tongue was slipping inside me. And after a few seconds, I started to kiss back, and Simon took his hand off my neck and started rubbing me again. After that, Joel really started fucking me, on my back, on my side, on my stomach…really enjoying getting to fuck the "other" boyfriend, and I was enjoying how good Joel's cock felt in me. Then Joel put me on my back again and really hammered me, leaning down to kiss me a few times. It was really weird not to be mad at Joel anymore, and to be so turned on by his muscular little body slamming into me, and seeing his cute face so close to orgasm. Finally, Joel gave me a few last thrusts, shoved his hard cock all the way inside me, and shot his slutty load deep in me. My boyfriend had pumped his cum into Joel, and now Joel was pumping his into me. Joel slipped out of me and crashed on the bed, and Simon got between my legs and shoved right in on Joel's load. "Oh fuck, boy, that was incredible," Simon said to me, with his cock buried deep in me. "You did so great, baby, you took care of Joel, just like I wanted you to. And he fucked you right, didn't he?" He and Joel smiled at each other. After a few minutes of Simon enjoying himself inside my cummy ass, I saw the bedroom door open, and my married neighbor walked in. I'd seen Simon looking at his phone while Joel was fucking me; I guess this is who he was texting. My neighbor looked at Simon fucking me on my back, and looked at Joel lying naked next to us, and smiled. Then he took off his clothes, got up on the bed with us, and fed Joel his hardening cock. As far as I knew, he'd never met Joel before, but that wasn't stopping him from grabbing Joel's hair and face-fucking Joel like the slut he was. After a few minutes of that, and of Simon fucking Joel's cum into my ass, my neighbor put Joel on his back next to me, and pushed his hard cock right into Joel's cummy ass. They hadn't said a word to each other, but here was my neighbor deep inside Joel, with the roommate's cum all around his bare cock, and he looked like he was loving it. Then Simon wanted to fuck Joel, so he swapped with my neighbor, and pushed some of Joel's own cum from my ass back into Joel, while my neighbor pushed more of the roommate's cum from Joel's ass into me. My neighbor really slammed into me, loving all the slutty cum-swapping, and not knowing whose cum he was fucking into. He leaned down and kissed me deeply while he fucked me, and for a second I thought Simon might be jealous. But when I looked up at him, he was smiling at me, happy to see me taking another raw dick. After a couple minutes, Simon wanted to switch back, and he shoved his bare cock into me, while my neighbor shoved back into Joel and started making out with him. Then Joel started begging my neighbor for his cum, telling him to add it to the load already inside him, saying things like, "Knock me up!" and "Make me pregnant with your babies!" And his begging worked, because my neighbor started really slamming into Joel's little body, and then he moaned, and shot his married load deep inside Joel. After my neighbor came down, Simon looked down on me with a big smile—probably thinking about all the guys he'd introduced to each other, and all the total strangers he'd gotten to fuck each other, no questions asked, and swap cum with each other—and he started hammering me, too. Before long, he was leaning down next to me, holding me close, and shooting his own load inside me to mix with Joel's. Simon stayed in me for a while and slowly fucked all the cum into my ass, kissing my neck. Then he sat up, looked down at me, and said, "I want you to fuck Joel now." I wasn't expecting that, and I looked over at Joel—who was obviously down for anything—and back up at Simon. I didn't usually top, and I still had mixed feelings about Joel and him fucking around with my boyfriend. Simon saw my hesitation and said, "I know you fuck, Jaime told me about you and Paco"—god, I couldn't do anything without the whole fucking world finding out!—"and I don't want you to be mad at Joel anymore, you hear me? I wanna see you fuck that sweet ass, just like your boyfriend does." Being reminded about my boyfriend fucking Joel, I looked over at Joel and gave him a mean look, but he wasn't bothered at all. Instead, he reached over and started stroking my cock. Confused, I pushed his hand away, but he fought me off with one hand and kept stroking me with the other, and after a look from Simon, I finally gave in. I focused on getting hard and tried not to think about Simon and my married neighbor watching the show, and after a couple minutes of Joel's hand on my cock, I was rock hard. Without thinking too much about it, I roughly pushed Joel onto his back, spat on my cock, put his legs up on my shoulders, and slammed my cock into him as hard as I fucking could. Before Joel could adjust, I started slamming him for all I was worth, enjoying his sounds of discomfort. After a couple seconds, I put my hand on his face and pushed the side of his face down into the bed, really fucking him like the cheap whore he was, not caring how he felt. After a few minutes of really destroying Joel's slutty, cummy hole and him struggling to take it, I looked up and saw a light-skinned black guy standing in the doorway, watching us and stroking his cock. Well who the fuck was this? How many people had Simon invited over tonight?? I looked over at Simon, and he looked over at the guy in the doorway, then looked back at me with a smirk. Then he leaned in and said into my ear, "Looks like my roommate wants seconds." My eyes got really wide then. This was the roommate who'd been fucking me for the last six months?? I don't know what I thought he'd look like, but somehow I didn't think I'd ever see him. Now that I was, though, he was really cute, and had some nice muscles, a few tattoos, and obviously a big dick I knew very well by now. It was clear he was only interested in one thing, though. He got up on the bed without even really looking at me, pushed me down onto Joel's chest, and slowly worked his hard, bare cock all the way inside me, pushing in on Joel's and Simon's loads. I couldn't even guess how many times he and Simon had fucked in each other's cum. Once he was in, the roommate started pounding me like I'd been pounding Joel. Now it was my turn to moan and struggle to take it. I felt Joel's arms wrap around me as the roommate pummeled me, and then, after just a few minutes, the roommate was shoving his cock all the way inside me and giving me another big load. After he came down, the roommate slapped my ass hard, said, "Fuckin' sluts," and went back to his room. Then Joel started whispering in my ear, "Fuck me, I need it, give me your cum, fuck me hard, make it hurt…fuck me like your boyfriend fucks me." And with that, I gave this little bitch what he wanted, and started slamming my raw cock into his sloppy hole again, making sure he knew what I thought about him. After just a couple minutes of me slamming into Joel and him begging me for my cum, I could feel the tingling in my balls, and I knew I was about to cum inside this little whore my boyfriend loved to fuck so much. I put my hands around this slut's throat and squeezed, as I shot one of the angriest, most powerful loads I can remember into this whore's willing hole, and it felt incredible. When I came down, I collapsed onto Joel to catch my breath, and he put his arms around me again. Then I pulled up a little and looked at him. He wasn't so bad, really—he just liked getting fucked, like I did. He was a good top, and a great bottom, and he was pretty cute. He was definitely making my boyfriend happy, and making him more aggressive in bed, which I loved. And I knew he wasn't trying to take Todd away from me, he just wanted to have a little fun, like we all did. I realized then that I wasn't mad at Joel anymore—I was actually starting to like him, and his hot little body. I leaned down and kissed him, and he kissed me back and moaned. After I pulled away from Joel and lay down on the bed, my married neighbor took my place and slipped into his ass again, apparently eager to give him load number who-knows-how-many. As I watched them, Simon lay down next to me, and started playing with my ear and rubbing my chest. He whispered to me, "You were incredible, baby doll, I didn't think you'd do it, but you did, you let Joel fuck you, and you fucked him, too. And you're not mad at him anymore, are you?" I shook my head slowly. "Good boy, you're such a good fuckin' boy, and you always do what I tell you." Then he leaned in closer and said, "Now I know why your boyfriend loves you." My eyes shot open. Was he saying…what I thought he was saying? I looked at him, and he had a lusty, intense look on his face. Then he surprised the heck out of me by leaning in and kissing me!! After I got over the shock, I started kissing him back, and running my fingers through his hair. God, I'd waited so long for this! This was the side of Simon that made me want to do anything for him. After a while, he pulled away, and I thought he'd change his mind and say something mean like always did. But he had such a contented look on his face like I'd never seen before. He got between my legs, pushed them back, and slowly slid his hard, bare cock into me. And as my married neighbor hammered Joel's little ass right next to us, Simon fucked me slow and deep, kissing me, telling me how glad he was that I'd come over and how good I was making him feel, and looking like he was in heaven. "Fuck me, Simon," I begged him, "give it to me, I wanna make you feel good, I wanna be yours, fuck me baby…make me yours forever!" Simon started slamming into me then, just like my neighbor was slamming into Joel next to us. And it wasn't long before my married neighbor was cumming inside Joel, and Simon was cumming inside me, and I was pulling Simon in to get all of his hot cum inside me. Simon had a big smile on his face afterward, and he leaned down and made out with me some more. Then after a few minutes, Joel looked at me and said he was ready for round two, and I let him fuck another load into me, as the guys egged him on. Then I flipped him over and pounded him (a little more gently this time), and shot another one of my loads into his slutty hole. Afterwards, I cuddled up next to Simon, a cummy mess, and totally happy. As I drifted off to sleep in Simon's arms, the only thing I wanted was for Simon to keep pumping me full of his cum, and to keep pimping me out, and to make my boyfriend just like him. And I had a feeling that this time, I was going to get exactly what I wanted. Ten: Well, I really did get what I'd wanted. The next six months were a frenzy of fucking, cum-swapping, and orgies. I honestly lost track of all the guys I'd slept with, and all the cum I'd taken. And Simon was always there, encouraging me, pushing my limits, making me into a bigger slut, getting me used to taking cock and cum without any questions. And I loved it—I loved pleasing him, I loved satisfying so many guys, and I loved feeling like a huge fucking slut. Meanwhile, things with my boyfriend were better than ever. After months of both of us cheating on each other basically nonstop, we finally came clean with each other and decided to have an open relationship—a very open relationship. Todd loved the idea, and I was already there, obviously. After that, we had more slutty three-ways, four-ways, and five-ways than I can even count, all bareback, no questions asked. And it was probably the best decision we'd ever made—no more sneaking around, no more lying, no more worrying, and no more guilt. If we wanted to fuck somebody, we fucked him, and if the other one got jealous, we had a three-way and got over it (we ended up having lots of three-ways with Joel). I can't believe how much time we wasted pretending to be monogamous! This was so much simpler—and a lot more fun! Anyway, it was a Saturday night, and Todd and I were over at Simon's again. Todd was bottoming more these days, and right now Simon was fucking Jaime's teenage cum deeper into Todd (Jaime loved fucking my boyfriend), while Todd was fucking the roommate's cum deeper into me. Jaime and the roommate had dropped their loads in us and left, so it was just the three of us now, my boyfriend on top of me, and Simon behind him. Simon had gotten everything he'd wanted—he'd corrupted both me and my boyfriend, turned us into huge cheaters, and finally made us into massive sluts, just like him. He'd turned me, an uptight prude, and Todd, a Midwest farm boy, into the cock-hungry cum-whores we were today. My boyfriend, obviously, had never been happier—he got to fuck around with all the guys he wanted, and I never told him not to. And I was happy, too, to never feel worried or guilty anymore, and to have these two fucking studs in my life, who I'd do anything for. Todd leaned down and said, "I love you, baby." He'd gotten so passionate and so sexy since he'd met Simon. "I love you, too," I said to him, and I meant it. We made out while he fucked into me, then he leaned back toward Simon and made out with him. I loved watching that—the two guys in my life fucking and making out. Then Simon whispered something in Todd's ear, and Todd stopped fucking me for a second, and said, "Now?" Simon nodded, with one of his devilish grins, and I wondered what he was planning this time. Todd looked back down at me, and started saying, "Um, baby, we've been together three and a half years, and I—" Simon grabbed onto Todd's hips and started moving them backwards and forwards, making him keep fucking me. Todd went on, still sliding in and out of me, and fucking himself back onto Simon's cock: "—and I don't wanna be with nobody else but you. Well, I mean, I do, but I don't wanna date nobody else but you. Well, not date, see what I mean is—" "Fuck, man, just fuckin' ask him," Simon interrupted. Todd seemed like he was getting flustered, but finally he got out, "You make me really happy, and I love you, baby, and…will you marry me?" He was asking me now?? In the middle of a sleazy three-way with Simon, with two guys' loads already in us? This definitely wasn't the way I'd seen this happening, but I guess with Simon involved, I should have expected it. I looked at Simon, who was grinning and nodding at me, and then I looked back at Todd, who had stopped fucking me again, and was waiting for my answer. Well, I'd been with Todd longer than with anyone else, and I really did love him and feel happy when I was with him. I knew he'd do anything for me, and I felt the same way—and with Simon on board (actually, it was probably his idea in the first place), it was a no-brainer for me. "Of course I will, baby," I said to Todd, and he leaned down and kissed me again. "Now fuck me hard baby, give me your load, and take Simon's load too, I wanna see you both cum, I wanna see you take Simon's cum again." Then Todd pulled up off me and started fucking me hard, just like Simon had taught him, slamming into me brutally, and fucking himself hard on Simon's bare cock, making sloshing noises from the cum in his ass and mine. "That's right, keep it up, boy," Simon said, his hands on Todd's shoulders, "you're 'bout to make me fuckin' cum." Todd kept hammering into me, and before long, my twisted neighbor was leaning his head back and shooting his load inside my new fiance. Todd kept going at full speed, then he put his hand around my throat and looked me right in the eye with an aggressive look on his face as he shot his load inside me, claiming me, marking me as his. Then they both crashed on the bed next to me, Todd on one side, and Simon on the other. Todd leaned in, and we made out for a while as Simon started jerking me off. Then I turned the other way, and made out with Simon for a bit, and then I lay back and just enjoyed Simon's hand on my cock. I couldn't believe I got to keep both guys, after all the lying and cheating and whoring around that I'd done—and I was about to be happily married, too. It was almost too good to be true. But then I wondered if things would change after Todd and I got married….Would Simon still be around? As if he knew what I was thinking, Simon said to me quietly, "Don't think this changes anything, baby doll. I'm not goin' anywhere, even after you're married. You're still gonna be my bitch boy, no matter what. I own you, ya hear? You're mine!" And with that, I shot a hot, thick load all over my chest, feeling like the luckiest slut in the world. THE END