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------- Chapter 6.3 - Spring Fling ------- He hadn't gone anywhere for spring break, but Ric kept busy. Monday he was at the bath house dumping a couple more loads into the hairy guy from a couple days before, clients on Tuesday and Wednesday, Thursday was Jack in the morning and Gabe at night. "Do you like my tattoo?" Gabe asked with a grin as they laid on the bed after another long fuck. Ric had noticed some ink on Gabe's right upper arm, but was more interested in drilling his ass and pumping another charged load into him. Ric leaned up and saw a large tribal design that went from his shoulder almost down to his elbow. "The tattoo shops must be busy lately. Looks nice. You went big for your first." Ric replied. "Do ya see it? Look closer" Gabe said, visibly excited. Ric looked closer and then he saw the familiar design, nestled in the middle. "Wow. You never said anything. Did you convert?" Ric asked. "Oh hell yeah! Last fall. I think it was from the fourth or fifth time we fucked. Out in the woods in that park we hiked in. You knocked me up good" Gabe said, the grin sticking on his face. "Why didn't you tell me?" Ric asked. Gabe's face suddenly got a lot more serious and he looked down, replying "I didn't want you to stop fucking me. I figured once you knew I was poz that you'd lose interest." "Nah, I wouldn't do that. I fuck lots of poz guys. Besides, you're too much fun to stop" Ric said, chuckling. The grin came back to Gabe's face. "Thanks. I wanted to say something a few times, but..." he replied. "So, like the question I got from the doctor out here... Are you warning guys or advertising?" Ric asked. Gabe laughed before replying "At first it was a warning after some guy yelled at me for not telling him until his bare dick was in me. I had told him I was poz, but he assumed I was undetectable. But... since I got the tat, I've had a few guys see it and want me to poz them. I just don't know if I can top well enough. It's been so long since I tried and I love to bottom." Ric remembered his comment after their first fuck and realized they never had flipped like he had hoped. It was always Ric fucking him and dumping at least two loads into Gabe's hungry ass. He had figured that since Gabe hadn't been interested in fucking him, maybe he just wanted to keep their roles the same. "Find a low pressure place to try... like a gloryhole or the baths. Someplace where it will be anonymous and you don't care what the bottom thinks of your fuck. I'll give you a couple dick pills and you'll stay hard even if you're nervous. Try a few times and don't give up if the first time is a bust" Ric said. "Thanks, I'll try. I hope we can fuck again soon" Gabe said as he started to get up. Ric dug into a box in his desk and handed a couple blue pills to Gabe, smiling back at him. "Oh we will. And let me know what happens. One day I'm gonna get your charged seed in me" Ric said as Gabe walked out of his room. -- Friday afternoon, Ric was in the gym getting in a short workout and checking out the guys. He finished his shower and was getting dressed when phone vibrated and he snuck a look, wanting to finish before getting into a chat session. "Warehouse party tonite wanna go?" Taylor asked. He'd heard about these and had even seen some news stories when they got out of hand. He had a hard time imagining Taylor at one, but he also knew he had a wild streak in him. He sat on the bench in the locker room and debated how to reply. "No fake id, prb cant get in" Ric sent. "Over 18 party. no booze. DJ. beach theme, so lots of guys in speedos" came back Taylor's response, followed by "last 1 was tons of fun. back area to fuck in." "Sounds pretty good. How crazy does it get?" Ric asked, not wanting to be sitting in jail and unable to get to classes the following week or the client on Wednesday. "Guy that runs these parties keeps it under control. You're not going to be on the evening news, trust me" Taylor replied. "OK, but you're covering my bail money if we get busted. What time?" Ric asked. "The party starts at 9pm but dead b4 10. my place @ 8 to get primed. OK to bring some cute guys too" Taylor said, ignoring Ric's fear of jail. Ric talked to a few guys back at the dorm and only Mateo and Will were interested. Ric put on a speedo that Shane had given him under a pair of basketball shorts and added a tank top, hoping the shorts and tank would be off shortly after they got to the party. Mateo was wearing some board shorts and a tee. "Don't you have something that shows off more of your body?" Ric asked and Mateo just shook his head "no." "We're gonna have to fix that" Ric said, laughing. When he knocked on Will's door, Will let them in. He was standing there naked trying figure out what to wear. He had his default baggy shorts and a black tee for a band Ric had never heard of laid out on the bed. "Think beach. Wear the smallest swimsuit you have and then put those shorts on. Add a light colored tank or tee on and let's go" Ric told Will. Taylor had sent a few messages wondering where they were and looked relieved when Ric finally knocked on the door. Darius was sitting on the couch when they walked in. An athletic guy was on the couch, dressed in khaki shorts and a polo. "Guys, this is my friend Gary. You're two behind. Better start chugging" Taylor said with a laugh. Ric pointed at Mateo and Will, introducing them before he joked "I just want a buzz, not be staggering drunk." After a few beers and a tequila shot, the guys were on their way. Gary said "Wish I could go, but I already have plans" as he followed everyone out the door. He walked up behind Ric and whispered in his ear "Thanks for the bug. Surprised it came from Tay. You must be pretty potent to do him in one fuck. I'd love to get a sample some time." He pressed a slip of paper into Ric's hand before heading home. There was a short line and when they got inside, Ric said loudly, over the music, "What the fuck? Paul!?!?" Across the table, Paul laughed and gestured with his hands asking Ric which guys were with him. Paul said something to the guy next to him and the five guys got gold wristbands, unlike the blue ones most everyone else had, and their money was waved away. Paul motioned for them to go to the end of the table. "VIPs get a bag to put their stuff in, so strip down to what you want to wear inside. No nudity in the main area, but it's ok in the back part. Look for the signs." The guys shed their clothes and soon all were in swimsuits or a jock and sandals. Paul wrote "Austin" on a tag, winked at Ric and then tied the bag off with their clothes inside. "Ric, a friend of yours is here. He's dancing most of the night, but I know he'd like to see you. Have fun and I'll catch you later" Paul said over the noise of the crowd and music. The guys wandered in further and soon found the perks of being a VIP. There was an area that was VIP only on the huge dance floor and the drinks table gave them free water and soda. There were raised platforms for the dancers, but only in the VIP area. People in the regular area had to watch from a distance. They found a spot near an empty platform and started dancing. "You know the organizer?" Taylor asked Ric. Ric nodded and said "Its a long story, but yeah. I didn't know he did this stuff too." Twenty minutes later, Ric felt a hand on his shoulder. "You never call, never text and definitely never fuck me anymore. I'm hurt" Rawson said in Ric's ear before giggling. Taylor, Mateo and Darius stopped and stared at the pair until Rawson moved between Ric and Will. He kissed both of the guys on the cheek and then groped Ric's cock and Will's ass. Taylor and Darius started to dance again, trying to figure out how both of the guys knew a porn star. Mateo was a little surprised watching the stranger get extremely friendly with Ric. He thought he knew all of Ric's friends and fuck buddies, but here was someone he had never seen before. Rawson whispered in Ric's ear "You're three for three. You charged a guy in each shoot you did." Ric nodded and replied "You and the other two helped with Will." Rawson laughed, telling Ric "Not Will, Anthony. He was surprised it happened so soon. I thought he was on PrEP. He said it was either you or his boyfriend and his boyfriend is still neg. For now." He winked at Ric and slowly moved over to the platform, climbed up and started to dance on it. The five moved back close together and kept dancing. Ric would glance up and watch Rawson dance and then look around to the rest of his group. He thought they all looked good and wondered if he was going to be the only top for the night. After a little while, he nodded toward the drink table and started in that direction. A short guy wearing a silvery thong, furry collar and pair of neko ears walked toward him. "Nice tat. I could use some of that juice. Look for me in the pit" the guy said, rubbing over Ric's barely covered and stiffening cock. Ric got to the table and watched the server lick his lips as he handed Ric a bottle of water. "I like guys that advertise" the guy said before moving to serve another guy. As he turned to go back, Paul stopped him. "Who's the group? Anyone special I should tap?" Paul asked. "Brown guy is a friend from my dorm and he's poz. Long haired guy is also from my dorm and is in Rawson's latest video, he's bugged too. Dark blond I met out here last Spring when you and I teamed up the first time, he's charged. Blond pozzed the black guy, not knowing he was toxic. Sorry, no one to tag but I doubt any would mind a recharge. Uh... what's the pit? Some guy just told me I could find him there" Ric asked. "All yours? Nice. Pit is in back. It's for poz and poz friendly guys. Neg bottoms wear a glowstick. Next to pit is another place for sex, but it's not specifically for knocking guys up. I'm heading back there in a few minutes after I talk to the DJ" Paul asked. Ric replied "All mine in a way. Some I had help or guys I did got them." Paul nodded before asking "Uh... Ric... Have you ever done a roulette party?" "What's a roulette party?" Ric asked. "Neg bottoms get randomly assigned tops. One or more tops are poz. We're having one next Saturday night and I need another poz top" Paul said. "Got a gig on Saturday, but I might be able to find someone able to do it. I'll let you know tomorrow" Ric said. Paul smiled and gave Ric another nod before heading to the DJ and Ric went back to his group. Ric leaned over to Taylor and asked "Top or bottom tonight?" Taylor replied "Top." He asked Darius, who also replied "Top." Mateo was next and he shrugged his shoulders. He figured that Will would be bottoming, but asked anyway. "Top" Will replied. Ric smiled and the group headed to the back area. While there had been a lot of guys on the dance floor, Ric was surprised at how many were in back too. The long, wide hallway led back to a wall. At the end of the hall, there was a rack with two sizes of circular glow sticks at the end and Ric spotted the sign to the right that said "The Pit" with a skull and crossbones pirate symbol below the words. There were tall cubicle walls with a small entrance set up to prevent people from looking in and watching. Another sign said "Nudity OK past here." To the left, was a large open area with a few more dividers and padded benches. There was another "Nudity OK past here" sign. Ric decided to check out the pit area first. He walked in, following the path to the right and felt a few guys following him. A large sign was in front of him and it had a stop sign at the top. "Warning! Entry past this sign indicates you are accepting these rules:" was below the stop sign, followed by several bulleted items. "Serodiscordant sex encouraged", "HIV Negative/unsure men must wear glow ring(s) at all times", "HIV Positive men are NOT required to disclose status", "No condoms allowed", "Consensual sex only", "Cum goes inside, not on floor", "NO Loitering/watching - fuck or find a partner", "Understand your chase may end here" and "Thank those that breed you!" Ric smiled after reading it and went into the main pit area. The left side was wide open and the right had a few dozen office cubes set up. He could see inside a few cubes and guys were fucking, some on the floor and some standing. He wandered into the open area, finding a lot of guys with glow rings kneeling on a bench facing the wall. The area was dim, mostly lit by the glow sticks, so unless you were close, you couldn't see much more than outlines. Walking along the benches, about half way down he spotted the little ears on a guy's head and then saw the furry collar, now with a glow stick wrapped around his neck below the collar. Ric felt his cock push out of the top of the speedo. Walking up behind him, he pushed the speedo further down, under his balls. One hand covered the guy's mouth and another wrapped around his chest. "Since you asked nicely, you're my first fuck of the night" Ric whispered into the bottom's ear just before he thrust his hips in. He felt the guy yell out as his cock tore into the slick hole but the music drowned out most of his scream. Ric pulled his cock out and stuffed a pair of fingers into the trembling pussy. He twisted his fingers around and then pulled them out to sniff. "Was it a charged load?" he asked after moving his hand to the guy's throat. "He didn't say" the guy replied before Ric shoved his slick cock back in. "If you earn it, this one will be" Ric said, a moment later after he began to plow in and out. After several strokes, the bottom started to use his ass muscles on Ric's cock. Ric regretted searching for him right away, knowing he should have sampled a few more holes before breeding an eager chaser. He looked to his left and saw Mateo fucking a dark skinned guy and then looked to his right to see Will drilling a tall guy a few people down from him. He didn't see Taylor or Darius anywhere. Reluctantly, he slowed his thrusts and leaned over his bottom. "Great fuckin hole but I don't want to cum yet. I'll be back" he told the guy and pulled out. Ric pulled the speedo back up, trying to get it to stretch over his still hard cock. He walked around, finding an ass that he liked, fucking it a minute or two and then moving on. He found Taylor fucking a guy in the cube maze. The glow sticks on the bottom indicated his currently neg status. Ric watched a second before wandering some more, happy that Taylor was long past fearing his poz status. A few cubes down, he saw Darius pounding a guy almost twice his size. It looked funny, with Darius' head only coming up to the bottom's shoulders. It didn't slow him down and Ric liked seeing his butt clench with each thrust. Ric walked into the cube, pulling his speedo down again. He rubbed his cock along Darius' crack and then shoved in when Darius drove his cock into the bottom. His cock went in easier than he expected and he found the hole was well lubed. Ric quickly found that Darius was no stranger to being the meat in a sandwich and was fucking himself on Ric's cock and then stuffing the bottom. Once he settled into that motion, Darius looked back and saw Ric was the guy fucking him. He smiled and then began to thrust faster. A minute later, Ric felt Darius shove in but not move back. He moved forward and drove his cock in just as Darius began to shoot. Darius massaged his cock while pumping a charged load into the bottom, grunting loudly. Ric pulled out, slapped Darius' ass as he pulled his speedo up and then began wandering again. Ric sampled a few more guys before leaving the pit and checking out the other sex area. He wondered where Will had gone and if he had changed his mind and decided to be a cumdump that night. A couple guys checked him out but then looked shocked and turned away as he got closer. He guessed they had seen the tattoo, but it didn't bother him. He spotted a couple guys he recognized as regulars to the bathhouse, one he had knocked up or at least helped to. Once he made it past a tall partition, he spotted a familiar face. "Hola, Hector. Having fun?" Ric said into his ear. Hector replied with only a grin while he kept fucking a guy with a pair of glow rings around each arm. He motioned Ric to come closer and whispered back "He tested neg a few days ago but I've already given him one load and a buddy bred him before me. Want a turn?" Ric nodded, asking "Monday, Wednesday, Friday guy?" and watched Hector nod 'yes', grin and back away. Two seconds later, Ric was pushing into the cummy hole. The bottom cried out as Ric stretched his hole even more than Hector had. It didn't take long before Ric was drilling into the well fucked hole. Ric kept going, giving his usual three quarters strokes until a few minutes later he drove in deep. The bottom writhed around his cock after Ric's cock broke through the inner ring. The constant spasms from the bottom quickly caused Ric to begin shooting his viral seed into the twisting body. The bottom cried out, Ric moaned and Hector yelled out "Fuck yeah, breed that slut!" Ric stood still, letting the bottom slowly stop twisting and spasming. Once he had, Ric pulled his cock out of the guy slowly, hearing a yelp as the head of his cock pulled free from each ring. The bottom stayed there, bent over and panting heavily. With Ric out of the way, another guy moved in to fuck the bottom, but the bottom pushed him away. Ric grinned at Hector, whispering "Thanks" before walking away. He fucked a few more guys, happy that the blue pill he took earlier was keeping him hard even though he'd fucked over ten guys. He spotted Mateo drilling another guy and while surprised, was glad he seemed to be having a good time. After more walking around, Ric saw another guy, Mikey, he knew from his visits to the bathhouse. Mikey was always turning guys away or making rude comments to guys he thought were poz, yet Ric knew the bottom he was fucking now had recently converted. Ric chuckled and moved on, running into Taylor only moments later. "Lookin for more neg guys?" Ric asked. "Mhm" Taylor said with a sinister grin. "Follow me" Ric said as he turned around and walked back where Mikey was still fucking. "Walk up behind and fuck the top. He's always dissing poz guys at the bathhouse" Ric told Taylor. Taylor nodded and moved behind Mikey, placing his hand on Mikey's shoulder and whispered "Hot ass" in his ear. A few gobs of spit dripped down over the crack, running inside. Taylor pushed in and soon had his cock half way in. Mikey yelled out "Oh fuck!" but didn't try to push Taylor off. Taylor knew he didn't have much time and was pounding Mikey's tight ass a minute later. He didn't let Mikey fuck the bottom, he just forced him against the bottom and drilled. After couple minutes of battering Mikey's prostate, he felt Mikey start to shoot into the bottom. Taylor made it a few more seconds before he was unloading his buggy sperm into Mikey's fertile cunt. "Sorry, was going to pull out, but when you shot I couldn't stop" Taylor said to Mikey before pulling out and walking back to Ric. "Got any more in ya?" Ric asked Taylor. "Maybe a little. That was a huge load I just gave that last guy" Taylor replied. "Good, follow me back to the pit. I hope that chaser is still there" Ric said as they started walking. A few moments later, he realized he had a group following him again. The neko eared guy was still in the same spot, waiting for someone to fuck him, just like the dozen bottoms around him. Like before, Ric covered his mouth with his hand and shoved his cock in, ripping into the tender flesh. "No loads since I was here last?" Ric asked as the scream died down. "Uh... no, sir" the bottom replied. "Too bad. I brought some friends though to help you out" Ric said, plowing his hard shaft in. A dozen strokes later he started to go faster and faster. The bottom grunted and Ric moaned. He only fucked about five minutes before he was dumping his poison into the bottom's hole. Mateo took his place and didn't last long either, adding his load to the cum filled chute. Darius spent more time fucking the bottom but shot his seed into the chaser too. "Hope I got something left. Already bred three guys tonight" Will said, shoving his cock into the sloppy hole and starting to fuck. He didn't last long but was able to dump a few squirts of his cum into the creamy mess. Taylor pulled out of the nearby bottom he'd been fucking and into the freshly bred hole. It didn't take him long before he was blowing his load into the neko eared slut. "Be a good chaser and plug your hole and let those five toxic loads do their job" Ric whispered into the bottom's real ear. The group pulled up their shorts and jocks and followed Ric back to the dance floor. Ric danced with Mateo for a few songs until Mateo pulled him close and said "Thanks, that was the craziest thing I've ever done" before pulling him tight, giving him a kiss and then resumed dancing. Ric was grinding against Mateo's back when Paul walked up behind him, rubbing his hand over the firm ass. "Head back to the VIP room if you guys need a break and better drinks. Left of the stage, take the hall back to a door with unicorn on it and go in" Paul told Ric before disappearing again. They danced a another song and Ric looked over the guys, seeing all were pretty beat. "Lets look at the lounge and then we can go" Ric told them, needing to say it a few times for everyone to hear. They followed Ric down and into the room and found a nice quiet lounge filled with a haze of pot smoke. About twenty guys were sitting around, all scoping each other out. They found a corner to stake out, Ric in the corner and Mateo leaning into him with Ric's arm wrapped around Mateo's chest. The other guys stood looking back at them in a semi-circle. Darius grabbed some beers from the table in the middle of the room. They were all talking about the best parts of the night when Rawson came up and humped Will's ass a moment. "Hey guys, hope you had a great time tonight. I know I did" he said. Everyone nodded before watching Will push his ass back. "Hey Ric, boyfriend or boytoy?" Rawson asked. Before he could answer, Rawson added "Doesn't matter, he's goddamn cute. Can I fuck him?" Everyone was silent, Ric included, but everyone looked at Mateo. Mateo replied calmly "You're the guy that does all those prep ads, right?" All eyes then turned to Rawson. "Yeah, I did a few. So?" Rawson replied, wondering where this was leading. "Sorry, I only let poz guys fuck me" Mateo replied, grinning. Ric raised his eyebrows, his eyes scanning each of the guys nearby for a reaction. He figured he was the only one that knew Rawson's real status. "Wow, that's a switch. Usually it's the other way around, but I understand. Make sure you get some of Ric's special sauce. It will change you forever" Rawson replied, realizing from their reaction that Ric hadn't told any of them his secret. A few moments later, Rawson asked "Ric, I think I have a project you'd like. Call me and we can discuss it" before Rawson walked away. "Project?" Taylor asked. "He's got a lot of crazy ideas" Ric replied. "Hope that project involves your cock knocking his ass up" Darius said, grinning. Mateo laughed and said "Let me know if you need some help. I'd love to get my dick in him and see how good those drugs work." Ric laughed, not saying anything and hoping the conversation would move on. Half an hour later, they saw the lights dim a couple times and they all knew the night was coming to an end. "So, you know the guy that runs these parties, a gay porn star and several other poz guys at the party. Do you even go to class or are you just fucking your way through college" Taylor asked. Ric laughed. "I met Paul a while ago. I didn't know he did this stuff, I thought he worked with the brother of a friend. He knew Rawson and that's how I met him" Ric said, giving Will a cold stare to let him know to keep quiet. "And the other guys... well if you spend too much time at the bathhouse, you meet a lot of the same guys. But my grade point is almost perfect, so I do go to class" Ric said, winking at Taylor. "How DID you guys like the party?" Ric asked, trying to get the conversation away from his side jobs. "Kinda like hitting the baths on a really busy night. Lots of guys to breed, but I like to know if I was successful" Mateo said. "Look at the cute couple... and all of these other studs" Paul said as he came up to the group a few minutes later, wrapping his arms around Darius and Will. "I saw some of you having fun in the back area. I think the clinic is going to be busy in a few weeks with some new patients" Paul added. Paul whispered into Darius's ear "Sorry for the quick fuck, but I didn't have much time and your ass looked too good to pass up." "Thanks for the load. I fuck a lot better with cum in my ass" Darius replied, smiling back at Paul. "And who's the guy that tagged someone without knowing he was poz?" Paul asked. "That was me" Taylor said. "Hope you've continued now that you know. I love breeding neg guys. How did the guys you pozzed take it?" Paul responded. "Pretty well. Two found out last year and didn't tell me. They travel a lot and told me they've charged a bunch. Three football and one basketball players and some cheerleaders are just a few. Two more graduated last year and I haven't talked with them except to tell them to test and when they told me they were poz. Then there's this guy" Taylor said, softly punching Darius on the arm, before continuing "and my roommate who's at home tonight trying to knock up a friend of his."

PART THREE Rubbing his dick, I loved the feel of the piercing in my hand & couldn't wait to know what it felt inside me. As though he could read my mind, David said "Suck these two fingers for me boy" and pushed them into my mouth. I got them nice & wet and I lifted my top leg up as he pushed them into my arse. I mustn't have been ready as it really hurt inside me and as he got me to suck them again, there was some blood on his fingers that must've been left over from last night. Second time was definitely the charm and I groaned as his fingers went deep in me, it felt so good. Not as good as his cock but still amazing. I could feel the pre-cum developing on the head of his dick when my phone started beeping. I quickly moved off the lounge we were sharing to check the message and heard David mumble under his breath "Talk about a fucking buzzkill" as he stormed off inside. I quickly saw that it was a message from Kate saying she couldn't really talk today coz she was too hungover but she'd call tomorrow. It didn't worry me too much, I wanted to catch up to David and make it right. I drank the rest of the mixture down and went inside to find him. I could hear him in the bathroom pissing so followed the sound. "I'm really sorry David, I wasn't sure how important the message would be....I'm sorry, I know you're horny and I'm so fucking horny for you too." "You're really horny for me are you?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "Then prove it, you never sucked my cock last night. I want you to do it now." He turned towards me, his cock now about 3/4 erect, the cockhead & piercing still glistening with some of his piss. Without a second's hesitation, I took his dick in my mouth and started sucking him. The taste of the piss didn't worry me too much as I tried to negotiate his piercing, I was so horny now I wanted as much of his cock in my mouth as possible before I got him inside my arse. I'd not noticed the tattoo above his cock last night, afterwards I must ask him about it. I got more on all fours and he was able to get two fingers back inside me again. "God you're such a good little slut for your Daddy aren't you?" he said. I smiled up at him and went back to sucking him off. "You wanna show me how much of a slut you are?" I nodded. "Let's go back out to the balcony then." He grabbed the jug which seemed to have about a glassful left, "Open wide" I did as he asked and he poured some of it down my throat but must've been getting too excited as he was pouring it over my head & hair as well. I was laughing as he did it coz it felt soo good. "You wanna show everyone how much you need your Daddy's cock? Lean over the railing for me" I was a little worried, not that people would be able to see from that vantage point, but that I was feeling pretty unsteady on my feet, anything for David though! I grabbed the railing and leant over while David took 4 big sniffs from the bottle. "Young arse in the sunshine, is there anything better?" he said as he passed me the bottle and I took my hits. "There sure is...being fucked in the sun by a hot cock!" I giggled as he pulled my cheeks apart and drove his tongue into my arsehole. It was then I realised how great it must feel for Kate to have her pussy eaten coz I was in absolute heaven having mine! I could feel my hole opening up for him & I knew it wouldn't be long before his beautiful dick inside me. I could feel the metal against my hole as he stood up behind me, one hand on my hip and he slowly started to guide his dick into my empty, horny hole. The piercing felt different inside me, I could feel it scraping the inside of my pussy wall as he slowly went deeper and it felt so good. "If it didn't happen last night, it definitely will now!" he said. I knew what he meant, if I didn't know I was 100% his bottom after last night, I'd know for sure now. He started really pounding me from behind, it felt so good to be in the sun with his heavy balls slapping against my arse. There were probably people that could see what we were doing and I stank to high hell but I didn't care, I wanted to prove to David what a great slut I was. "Here you go slut, you're gonna get another one of my loads deep in your arse. You ready?" It was funny that he'd never wanted to cum anywhere else that we'd fucked (that I could remember) but up my arse. It didn't worry me though, it meant he was a part of me and I loved that so much. He held my hips hard as he came inside me and I could feel the piercing scraping against my pussy walls as he pulled out. He asked me to turn round & clean his dick and I knelt down in front of him smiling as I licked his cock clean, no shit thankfully but I couldn't remember having anything to eat for a while though so I guess that was why! I noticed a little bit of blood again but that was just due to us fucking so hard and me still being inexperienced. I'm sure there'll be less of it once I'm fully converted like he says I'm going to be! END OF PART THREE

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.

8. My cock strained against the cage as I sat on the subway. It was all I could think about, well that and the warm, wonderful, slick, wet feeling of my freshly bred hole. I was on Scruff the whole way home, looking for more guys and seeing if the ones who had already hit me up were free. I opened the door to my apartment once more to the sounds of Mike being fucked, the very thing that had started this journey of discovery. This time however Mike was not in his room; I stepped into the living room and there he was, bent over the back of the couch, a sloppy grin on his face while a big fur covered bear drove his cock into him. The bear stopped, looking a little embarrassed when he saw me, “Fuck, sorry. I uh, well… we should…” “Don’t stop, he doesn’t give a shit,” Mike said. “I sure don’t,” I said, and started to move to my room. “Wait,” Mike gasped, the bear had clearly just pushed his dick in deep again, “you know the new house rules.” I looked at him a little confused, what did Mike expect me to do in this situation. “Nothing more concealing than a jock.” I laughed, “Of course, how stupid of me.” I took off my jacket and shirt, still standing right by the front door. I undid my pants, and then deciding to give the bear a full show, pushed my pants and underwear down in one go revealing my straining cage. “Fuck, you’re both caged! Two sub boys in one apartment. That’s hot as fuck,” said the bear. “Well,” I replied heading again to my room, “I’ll leave you two to your business.” “Fuck that, I’m about to breed your roommate, and then you’re going to clean off my cock and take his place.” I looked at Mike to make sure he was ok with that. “You heard him, come get on your knees fag.” I smiled, and ran over behind the couch. The bear started to pound Mike again, his hips slamming against Mikes round cheeks. “Fuck I love a wet pussy. I’m going to fill you up and then breed your roommate. Leave you both full of my cum.” “Breed my fucking cunt!” “You want this load boy?” “I need it.” “Good.” As he started to pull out further to long dick Mike I saw that the bear wasn’t just thick up top. His cock was broad and flat on top, it was stretching Mike’s well used ass wide, and his lips were clinging to the shaft as the bear pulled out. My hole twitched in anticipation. “You ready for my load?” “Give it to me.” “Fuck yes!” He punched in hard and help Mike by the hips as his balls contracted firing volleys of cum into my roommate’s hole. They both panted for a moment, and Mike let out a small “thank you Sir,” as the bear shifted to pull out. His cock fell from Mike’s used hole with a soft plop. He was still completely hard, the big blunted mushroom head of his cock glistening with cum and ass juices. I caught a glimpse of Mike’s hole, a small dribble of cum leaked from the pink gaping hope as it tried in vain to wink shut. I opened my mouth and swallowed the man’s cock as far as I could. I savored the mixed taste of sweet salty cum, and deliciously musky ass. “Good boy,” growled the bear, “clean the cum off my cock and then it’s your turn.” I slurped up and down his cock for probably five minutes, cleaning every inch of it. Mike had gotten up and left the room for a minute. When he came back he had a wide butt plug in his hand already smeared with lube. He handed it to the bear and bent back over. With his cock still in my mouth, the bear stuffed the plug slowly into Mike’s willing hole. Mike let out a sigh as the plug popped into place, locked into his hole. “Fucking pigs. Alright, boy, time to bend over and take my cock. I hope your hole is as accommodating as your roommates was.” I let his cock fall from my mouth and bent over the couch next to where Mike who was still panting a little from the plug going in. “Your holes already leaking cum too,” the bear said stepping behind me. “I was too horny,” I said, more to Mike than the bear, who was now rubbing his cock head on my hole, “I stopped by some guys place right after work.” Mike smiled, and then kissed me, I was a little shocked but I liked it and kissed him back. “Oh yeah, make out with your roommate while I breed him too.” Mike kissed me harder, and the bear pushed into my hole. I moaned into Mike’s mouth as my hole was opened up again. The bear was thick but at this point I’d had some many cocks in me the stretch was nothing but please. He seemed to enjoy it too as he let out a groan followed by a string of complimentary obscenities. Mike groaned then too and I could just see that one of the bears hands was tugging at the plug in Mike’s hole as he fucked me. My eyes rolled back. This was so fucking hot, and dirty. I had never thought that Mike and I would be doing something like this. Yet, here we were, bent over the couch in the living room while a man whos name I had never heard was balls deep inside me raw, while playing with a massive plug lodged deep inside Mike’s ass. My cock leaked in its cage as the bear pummeled my hole. The last guy had fucked me hard but the bear was fucking using me. I had to hold onto the couch for support and he bucked deep inside me. My second ring was as loose as my first and he bashed past its defenses over and over without pause. I felt like putty again, sloppily kissing Mike as my hole was destroyed. I was giving in. I was just a hole. In that moment I was in my idea place, and I never wanted it to end. I felt pressure building in my groin, kind of like I had to pee, but that wasn’t it. It wasn’t a feeling I had ever felt before, yet it was familiar. Then very suddenly, as the bear shifted to fuck me harder into the couch, I felt the pressure release and understood. Thick drops of cum were falling from my caged cock onto the floor. The man had fucked the cum out of me. I panicked a little, worrying that with the release of my load the stunning bliss of being so horny would go away; but it didn’t, it intensified. It had felt good but getting the cum fucked out of me didn’t feel the same as jerking off or topping. It increased my feeling of being a bottom, that my pleasure had been derived from a man using my hole. “Fucking pig bottom, leaking cum all over the floor and still pushing your cunt onto my cock. God I fucking love breeding boys like you.” “Fucking use my cunt!” I practically shouted, breaking the kiss with Mike at last. Mike grinned, “Breed him. Fill him up.” “Fuck, here comes my load pig. Take my fucking load!” With a yell he slammed into me like he had done with Mike, knocking me forward so I was trapped bent across the back of the couch with my elbows now on the cushions. He unloaded what felt like a massive load into me and then stayed there for a long time. He panted for a minute, and then when he finally pulled out he said to Mike, “Now you clean off your roommate’s hole from my cock boy.” I saw Mike drop out of view and heard him slobbering on the fat cock that had just bred me. I stayed where I was, panting and momentarily broken. I was just about ready to stand again when Mike had finished cleaning the bear and he was getting dressed. We both said goodbye to him at the door, fully naked, and covered in sweat. As soon as the door closed, Mike kissed me again and said, “Let’s get you a plug for your cunt too.”

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 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

OK, now an update...after I left the room the other night, I went for my next room to give the usually sponge bath. I enter the room and Alex said he was hoping I was on duty and was looking forward to his bath. We made formal introductions and I preceded to undress him. As soon as I turned around and bent down to picj up his remote contro, that fell on the floor, he reached out and put his hand on my ass and squeezed my butt cheek. I let hin fondle it some, as he said that feels really good. I told him at least let me close the door and draw the curtain to give us some privacy. His face lit up with a smile, so I closed the door and pulled the curtain around us. I walk back around to the other side of the bed since he was right handed. Once there he was holding his hand out for me to back my ass onto it, and just before I did, I lowered my scrub pants, so he could have my bare ass to rub. As he did, he slid his fingers to my hole, which was still wet with cum I got from his next door neighbor just 20 mins prior. When he slid a finger in, he commented on how wet I was inside, and asked me why I was so wet? I looked him in the eyes and said .."Do you think your the only one here who gets a bath with me?". His cock stood up then. He asked what he needed to do to get a happy ending to his bath, and I said if he could get it inside of me, he may have a happy ending. He told me he is full blown AIDS, and I told him then, does that mean you do not want your happy ending? He said, hell no, He wanted the happy ending. He moved his sheets back and I moved his legs over the side of the bed, I leaned over the mattress and looked him into the eyes, and said..."Come on, hold onto me to steady yourself, and fuck me now". He did as I asked and in 30 seconds, has pushing his 9" prime meat up into my wet ass. He asked if was able to cum in me, and I told him yes, we do not want to leave a mess on the floor or sheets. He fucked me deep for about 1 minute straight and told me he was going to cum...I said "give it all to me deep". I could feel about 9-10 of pulses of his cock and the warm jets of his poz seeds squirting up into me. When he finished, he pulled out slowly and I knew I had all of him in me then. I turned to give him a kiss, and he wrapped his arm around me to pull me tight to him and shoved his tongue into my mouth. Our lips were glued together passionately for about 2 minutes straight. Our tongues wrapped together and I would suck on his tongue like a small cock. My precum was leaking and he asked to suck my cock too...since I was hard. He sat in the chair next to his bed and walked up to him and he began sucking me. I had to clinch my ass cheeks together to keep his load in, and really leaking down and running down my legs. When he finished, with some of my load in his mouth, as I helped him back into the bed, he kissed me again and snowball my own load with me, I swallowed it as we kissed. At that point, after I had him tucked in, I went on a break to regroup, and in the restroom, went in to play with the cum that was in my ass some...sucking my finger as I removed it from my ass, coated with AIDS cum...and after about 3 minutes or so, most of the cum had been absorbed by my insides. When I came back from my break, this cute nurse who had been flirting with me earlier, came by to chat some and had me join her for another break session with her. She said she needed my help with a patient on another wing. As we sat and she ate her lunch/dinner , she asked if I was dating and if I was seeing anyone. The she hinted she would like to "hang" with me sometime. Now I thought, I could be getting this from both sides, taken AIDS seed until I convert, and then pass it on to this hot sexy nurse too. Hmmmmm...another chapter to come soon

PART TWO Kate & James never ended up getting back to David's place after the Mardi Gras. That was probably for the best though as David & myself were up until the early hours fucking, or to be more precise, he was fucking me until the early hours. His stamina was incredible as within minutes of cumming inside my arse, he was ready to go again and we were in a different position each time. I did feel a bit of shame in that my favourite position was face down into the pillow, arse high up in the air so he could really pound me. Waking up, I did feel a bit embarrassed and guilty that I'd been so slutty and taken such advantage of David. The bedroom and sheets reeked of sex and cum and I also noticed some specks of blood too on my arse as I started to get dressed & head out to face the music with him. He was in the kitchen eating as I came out of the bedroom. "Hey, there he is!" he said with a smile. "How've you pulled up after last night?" I blushed, "Pretty sore head to be honest with you." "And the rest of you?" "Yeah the rest of me's pretty sore too. I'm really sorry about last night, I got you to do some things that you probably didn't want to do. If you could keep it between us though, it'd be greatly appreciated." "Don't be mate, I had a great time, and you seemed to too. I just hope you gained some appreciation on how the other half live!" "I did yeah, did you need a hand with the sheets or anything before I leave?" "Well that's the thing...I woke up today feeling a little off and took a Rapid Antigen Test and it looks like I've tested positive for COVID. You'll be staying here for the next week I'm afraid." My heart sank, what I did with David was embarrassing enough but having to stay with him for an extra week? After last night there was a good chance I'd end up with it too. Then there was all of the clothes stuff, we were only going to stay the night so I had nothing with me & he was much taller than I was. "Did you want a shower? I can put your clothes in the washing & they can get dry today so you'll be OK there. It's such a beautiful day I was just gonna take it easy and do some sunbaking today, you can join me if you want. As you know I don't have much in the way in underwear but I can sort something out for you. I'll grab you something to drink that'll help clear the cobwebs too." "I'd really appreciate that David, I guess just leave it in the spare room where I'll leave my clothes?" "Done!" he said smiling, and grabbed me a towel. As I showered, I gingerly felt my arsehole and inspecting my fingers, could see there was some more blood there which I guess was a result of David taking my virginity. After I did so, I let out a fart and could feel something running down the back of my leg, scooping some up it was quite obviously cum. I finished showering and dried myself off and went back to the spare bedroom to put some clothes on. All I could see was a yellow thong and a glass next to a jug full of something that smelled terrible. I thought it best to call Kate & let her know that I'd be in quarantine with David for the week but all I got was her Messagebank. I left a message and coming out of the bathroom I heard a voice say "All done? I'm out here!" and followed the voice to the balcony. Walking out there, I saw two banana lounges and on one of them, David completely naked aside from a pair of sunglasses and a massive piercing on the end of his dick, his body glistening with oil. "Nothing like a bit of sunshine to improve your mood!" he said smiling. I think he could tell how shocked I was he was naked, "It's OK mate no-one can see. That thong looks great on you too!" "Oh...um...thanks." I blushed as I stepped over his banana lounge to lie down on the one laid out for me. "Now that stuff might taste terrible but trust me, a couple of glasses of that & you'll be flying in no time!" as he half-filled the glass "But what you need to do is drink it in one big gulp, alright?" It smelled horrible as I raised it to my lips and I knew it wouldn't taste much better. I downed it as quickly as I could, and he laughed when he saw my reaction. "Don't worry mate, you'll get the hang of it. There's a glass of water there to use a chaser too, but another full glass worth should do the trick." He said as he filled the glass. "Did you need some?" I asked him as I quickly downed the glass of water to get the taste out of my mouth. "No need mate, give it a few minutes to settle and then drink that next glass as quick as you can." We were making idle chat about how beautiful the weather was when he nodded over to the glass. "Medicine time boy!" I wasn't looking forward to it but could see the smile on his face as I drank it all. "Good boy!" he said as I quickly downed more of the water to take out the taste. There was no question I was feeling much better, but all that drinking meant I had to use the toilet, and fast. I must've got up too quick as my head was spinning as I went to & from the bathroom, it was such a weird feeling, I couldn't help but giggle as I went to return to my lounge. My balance failed me though as I went to step over David and tripped and landed right on his lap. "Well, this is unfortunate." he said smiling up at me, I could feel his cock hardening under me, I could feel the metal against his bare skin. "I never knew you had a piercing there!" I replied, I was feeling so good, my whole body was warm and not from the sunshine. "You never asked and by the way, you've got a girlfriend remember?" I started rubbing my arse up and down on his dick, only the thong's thin layer of fabric between his dick and my hole. "And you've got a boyfriend remember?" "And you're straight remember?" he replied, and with that, pulled my face down to meet his and we started kissing hot & hard like we had last night. It was just as good as I could (sorta) remember. Kissing this guy just felt right to me and he knew how to push all of my buttons and we laid side by side, rubbing each other and kissing for what must've been a couple of hours. END OF PART TWO

Trump literally idolized Putin and at every opportunity he could, he complimented Putin. Before he ran for the presidency, Trump was making comments about how great Putin was so much that when he did run for presidency, Putin already wanted him to become President over Hillary because he knew he could manipulate and control Trump. Putin is ex-KGB and not stupid. Trump, on the other hand, is a literal moron. He withheld military funding that was to be sent to Ukraine for his own political gain all because they wouldnt investigate Joe Biden. He did all he could to dismantle NATO and weaken it, alienating the United States from Europe, and trying to isolate us. This would have given Putin a lot more leverage to go further in his campaign to reunite ex-Soviet satellite states like Moldova and Ukraine. Trump was a treasonous bitch ass and the fact he still has people supporting him after everything he did is mind boggling. Why American politics are so volatile is precisely because no matter what a democrat does or says, republicans will criticize it. There is almost no middle ground and no compromise. Its just toxic. When Biden didnt ban Russian oil after the invasion of Ukraine, republicans bitched and moaned about it. When he did ban imports on Russian oil, republicans bitched and moaned about it.

This is the most ignorant screed I've seen all month, which is saying a lot.

As the years passed I got to know my pozer and his boyfriend a little better. Like me, my pozer was doing well on meds, the boyfriend was negative and they were so happy together and deeply committed to monogamy. I suspected there was some seven year itch going on when I arrived the winter they had been together for that fateful number of years. Unlike all other years they were no longer always together. This was most evident and surprising around their customary morning skinny dip. Now often it was just my pozer. He was his usual friendly self and assured me they were still together and he emphasized 'still monogamous.' That's why I was surprised to see the boyfriend alone one night at the beach orgy. He was not just there, he was bent over with a long line of guys taking their turns fucking him. I moved close enough to confirm each guy was fucking him bareback and most were breeding his ass. He was the enviable center of attention that night. Three nights later I was at the orgy again and this time saw my pozer standing alone watching the sexual antics just as he'd watched us dance the first night I met him. The night he pozed me. I kept half an eye on him as I started to neck with a cute young Mexican. The young man soon said; "I want fuck your gringo hairy ass. " Quickly I was bent over enjoying his raw six inches pounding my submissive hole. My pozer watched every moment of this pump and dump. In fact he continued to watch as two more guys pushed into me for sloppy seconds and thirds. As number three blasted with his substantial dick I was brought over the edge into my own massive climax down the throat of the stranger that had moved in to complete a spit roast. When I regained composure I checked and my pozer had left. The next morning as I was sunbathing on the gay part of the beach the boyfriend laid out his towel beside me , slipped out of his shorts and asked if I would help him apply suntan lotion on his naked ass. I asked if his boyfriend would be okay with this? "No, no. He mustn't know. We are ... how do you say ... monogamous. " "But I watched you take cock after cock up the ass a few nights ago. " Smiling he responded; "Oh yeah. Boyfriend was out of town. I love cheating. " "Clearly. " I couldn't conceal my growing hardon. "And you want to cheat with me today?" "Si,si! I love your sexy hairy body and beard. I've dreamed of you fucking me for years. " "Where is your boyfriend today?" "Working. He'll come in about a half hour." Standing and pulling my hand; "Come quick, fuck me in the rocks. " Mostly sheltered from public view and out in full sunshine he turned his back and leaned against the warm rock cliff. I'd watched him take half a dozen raw cocks so said nothing about protection. As my bare cock head explored his hole I spoke softly in his ear; "You're prelubed. ", more statement than question. "Si,si. Best kind. Two lifeguards. Did me in their towers. On my way here. " "Fuck! You are a cheating cum whore. " "Si ... fast, boyfriend here soon. " As too often happens the few times I top I was unloading as I pushed in balls deep. "Fuck, sorry. I couldn't hold it back. " "No... is good. Si,si. Want to feel your beard. Suck out my ass. " I didn't need to be asked twice. The first mouthful of ass juice, loads from two lifeguards and myself tasted fantastic as I quickly swallowed. He must have been watching; "No, no. Snowball ... my mouth. " There was no shortage for the second mouthful. I resisted the temptation to swallow and snowballed into his eager open mouth. He instantly turned me, bent me against the cliff and was lubeing my hole. Without giving me time to adjust he was pounding my ass with his raw seven inch slender cock. Ten vicious strokes and he collapsed on my back as jet after jet of his cheating boyfriend cum spewed deep in my ass. His lips were soon at my ass ring feltching out the load he'd just deposited. I could tell I was only snowballed a portion as he garbled; "Now swallow. " We just got back and settled on our towels when my pozer, his boyfriend arrived. As he slipped out of his shorts and arranged his towel he smiled pleasantly and said; "I'm glad you guys finally have a chance to hang out together." It was clear he had no idea that we'd just been cheating on him.

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!"

The first evening of my next year's visit I was invited to my pozer and his boyfriend's house for dinner. As I approached I could see my pozer fucking his boyfriend in the kitchen. I considered just watching and waiting from a distance but decided 'fuck them, they invited me for this time ... I'm only fashionably late. ' I knocked on the door and both voices called "come in". So in I went and unabashedly watched as my pozer continued to breed his boyfriend. The boyfriend ran off to the shower I assumed and I asked my pozer; "So you guys have finally opened up your relationship?" "Holy shit,no way. I just knew you'd love the show. " with finger to his lips "Shh! He doesn't suspect us." During dinner they both played footsie with me unbeknownst to the other. I was turned on and decided to follow their lead and not be shy. "So do you guys always bareback. " "Si,si." I wanted to bait the boyfriend, so I played dumb and asked their HIV status . My pozer was honest; "Poz and undetectable. Just like you. " The boyfriend nonchalantly answered; "negative. " I didn't believe him, but, who was I to challenge him in front of his boyfriend. As conversation dwelled on our poz journeys the boyfriend confessed he really did want to convert. He hated that they were a sero-discordant couple and had been begging his partner to take a meds vacation and knock him up. "No, no, I could never do that to you. " "No you don't get it! You won't be doing anything to me, you'd be gifting me ." He'd been thinking about this for some time and kept this conversation going the rest of the meal. Dinner finished the boyfriend begged off to bed. As my pozer and I did the dishes he offered to 'walk me home. ' I responded; "Is that what you call cheating with me now." "Shh, we don't want him to hear. " The watchman winked as we slipped into my room and I took extra effort to be sure the curtain was open and a small light on to illuminate our coupling. Despite the pain I was delighted to be trapped in the drill press and powerfully bred by this wild animal. All year I'd had powerful dreams of his post orgasmic face panting in mine, and here I was experiencing it once again. He had left and I was about to slip out for my post coital skinny dip when there was a light knock at my door. I opened it a crack and the boyfriend pushed into my room slamming the door behind him. He pointed to the open curtain and pulled out his phone. He proceeded to show me the video he had captured of his boyfriend, my pozer, pummeling and deeply breeding my ass. "Fuck man, I figured you must have known. " "Nope, not at all. He promised me he'd never cheat. " "But you cheat on him with me AND OTHERS all the time. ... You sure you're not poz?" "Yup my cheating is our little secret. Okay, not so little. And I don't know. Probably poz but never bothered to get checked and don't plan to. Now fuck and breed my cheating ass with your medicated letche, before I probably recharge your's. When I went to push in I noticed; "Your prelubed. " "Yeah, nice eh! Watchman did me while I took the video." We followed our established pattern. I fucked and bred him, feltched him out, snowballed to him. He used it to lube my ass and breed me with what I now expected was a toxic poz load. This made the hole fuck even hotter and more passionate. "So are you going to show that to your man?" "No fuckin way. I'll keep it for ammunition if he ever accuses me of cheating. " We then invited the night watchman in and he fucked loads into each of us.

Your brand of hubris of narcissism is exactly why we're all completely fucked. And this thread is exactly why I think politics should bebanned from this forum. Total boner killer that just made me loathe people I was happily following before. I'm sorry, but you really should not be commenting on political posts because you sound like some backwater West Virginia white trash with a bullshit Republikkkan outlook spoonfed to you by the corrupt politicians of your small mountain constituency of roadkill epicureans. You want to complain about oil production? Go fuck yourself. We, as in all people on Earth, are drowning ourselves in oil dependency. Still. After decades of experts telling us to curb usage we instead have continued to increase it. And now those of us who are sensible are literally screaming for change while the idiots whom you obviously believe and support are trying to tell us the increase in deadly hail is just a bit of rain, the increase in wildfires is just a bit unfortunate, the decades-long drought will eventually end, and the completely inclimate, unusual weather spurning snow and freezing months later than ever recorded and tornadoes on a regular basis in areas where they never previously touched down. Petroleum refinery is directly impacting this by the production of plastics polluting the entire world and oils fucking up our entire ecosystems.... 3/4 of recyclable plastics are turned into nonrecyclable materials. That's a bandaid on a severed artery. You might slow the bleed, but you're still dying. But please, continue complaining about how the cost is too great to your business and you've closed shop in the U.S. Absolutely get the fuck out thank you very much. Your brand of hubris and narcissism is exactly why we're all completely fucked.

I chalk this all up to conservatives just being lying liars who lie. And they don’t just lie to normal people, they lie to themselves and each other in an attempt to maintain this fake bubble world where reality conforms to their feelings. It would be sad if they were only hurting themselves.

Well, I would’ve taken the magazines off your hands. I wrote fiction for all three of those magazines you mentioned, as well as others. I worked my way through college partly, if you could call that work, and trained myself as a writer by producing porn stories For the various Gay rags when the mags actually paid money. I still prefer well written porn to almost all videos. But I also have probably a couple of boxes of VHS pornography in my office storage room. I was a huge fan of Matt Sterling videos particularly. Amusingly my office storage room also had the furnace in one corner and I was contracted with a furnace company to come out twice a year to clean it and check it. My boxes of porn were always close by and I would usually find they had been shuffled through when the contractor left. Every now and then I think about having those transferred into DVD format. There were some interesting stories in the 70s and earl 80s, pre-condom days when story values were as important as dick-size, that I hope have been preserved somewhere. One I particularly recall involved a serial killer in San Francisco. It was called KILLING ME SOFTLY, I think. I haven’t seen it in many years, but it was a solid production in a lot of ways.

I went to sauna in Luton on their naked day. There was a sexy guy in the jacuzzi kissing and cuddling with another guy but he didn't seem too interested in me. About half an hour later I met him in Port room having his dick rubbed by another guy. This time he was interested. After a while I went down in him and got his dick rock hard. I then bent over a bench and offered him my hole. He fingered me but seemed interested in other guy and not me. However, I let him play with my hole -still on offer. Then rather to my surprise, he moved my legs further apart and entered my hole with his now rigid cock. He fucked me and I got my hole into the rhythm of his thrusting pretty quick. We had a small crowd by then and I started to suck another guy's cock whilst being fucked. The guy fucking me started to pick up speed and was starting to get ready to unload. He made what turned out to be a final thrust deep in my hole and then stopped. No groaning or talking. I initially thought he was taking a breather but then his cock grew limp and finally slipped out of my hole. I could feel his cumload start to drip out down my ballsack. He said "thank you" and that was it. For information- I took 2 other loads in the same session but this guy was the series and best.

One difference between Germany and the US, in terms of political systems, is that we have a two-party system and you have a multi-party one. Under our system, one party or the other has the majority, and thus anyone not in one's own party is "the other side", especially as issues have become more contentious and there's almost no agreement between the parties any more. That situation has been developing for a long time but it was especially exacerbated by former House Speaker Newt Gingrich (who disdained compromise) and by Senate Republican Leader Mitch McConnell (who long ago decided winning for his side was the only thing making life worthwhile). Other Republican leaders have also contributed to this mindset. When you view everyone else as "the enemy" it's not hard for things to feel like war. In multi-party systems like Germany (and most other European countries), the name of the game is coalition-building. More than one party has to come together to choose an overall leader, and those alliances shift over time and on particular issues. At any given point, someone from an opposition party may be an ally where they were an opponent last week. And since the coalitions are not homogenous, there's less ideological rigidity to them. To correct something you said: the "new leader" (I assume you mean Biden) did not cut production of oil in the US. Oil production slumped during the covid pandemic, both because energy demand plummeted (tens of millions of people not driving to work, tens of millions of people's workplaces not needing to be heated or cooled for months on end). While the *opportunity* to drill for new oil in certain places was restricted, that didn't affect ongoing production - when a tract of federal land is leased for oil exploration, it's usually close to a decade before any production occurs on that tract. In actuality, aside from the reduction due to the pandemic, US oil production has been rising for years and continues to do so. Germany was not "forced" to get oil or gas from Russia, but being much closer, and connected with pipelines, it was cheaper to do so (to get oil or gas from the US to Germany requires tanker ships, which is a lot more costly than a pipeline). I don't blame Germany for wanting the nearest, cheaper source, but don't put the blame for that decision on the US.

Meanwhile, it's the Right that's supporting Putin....Fucker Carlson, Hannity, MTG, Cawthorn. Lest we forget the OM's call, basically trying to blackmail Zelinskyy.

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...

We all have to make our own decisions, it's your life and i would not presume to try an impose my notions on anyone, or make them universal. That said, and since you are asking. i question if the guy you are with is "a perfect guy" (for you)? Personally, i see nothing wrong with an open relationship, but to me, cheating is just that: "cheating." It's hiding and lying about who you are and what you want/need. "Perfect" means complete, but your relationship is not complete, you are leaving out parts of your self with your partner. You are presenting an image, not your true or whole self, so your relationship is not perfect or complete. To me, if you want whole or complete ("perfect"), you need to be with a person you can be your whole or complete self with, and you really do not have him to "lose," nor does he have you.

The arrival of the latest chapter always makes my week! Thanks @losolent for all your awsome work.

[think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/31864/brit-muscle-bitch-gets-barebacked/ quite like this one…😈

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Thank you -- I really appreciate your feedback! At the moment, no idea what to write about next but something will turn up in my mind. I'm flattered to be mentioned in the same sentence as Ken Follett -- Pillars of the Earth is a favourite of mine, too.

The past weekend by an 68 year old top.. Friggin kinky has hell! Handcuffed me to a beam in his basement and took my paints and shoes off. Took my tshirt and pulled it over my head so it was around my face. Gave me few enemas and and washed my ass up with soap and water. Then hosed off the floor to a drain.. He played and sucked me for sometime then unhooked the cuffs and bent me over a padded bench where he hooked the cuffs and strapped my leggs and rimmed me for a while used some toys then I felt a lot of lube slip in my hole with a lot of fingers he almost fisted me then his dick slid in. I still had my shirt over my head so i cant see much but he was big. He fucked me for a while then heard him moan when he blew his load deep. Left me there for a while then came back to fuck me again. He blew at least 3 loads in me... Great time.. Love older men. They can be kinky as fuck.

Last night at my buddies place. He'd got a young pup, early 20s who wanted to be group fucked. Apart from me, he invited 4 other men so there was 6 of us, mostly in our 40s n 50s (I'm 54). We put the pup on his knees and took turns tag-fucking his throat. He had a real nice mouth and was a skilled cocksucker - so much that one of the men shot in his mouth. Not one to waste a load I deep kissed the boy and got a good mouthful of the other dude's seed - the boy hadn't swallowed all of it. Then we bent him over a chair and fucked him. We tag fucked him for an hour, enjoying his ass then we all lined up to breed him. I held back cuz I enjoy breeding a cum-filled hole. He had a couple of beautiful loads up his chute when it was my turn to seed him. I emptied my balls in him. He got 2 more loads after me. he was grateful for our seed and said he'd take more loads from us any time.

Guys who moan and comment like a bad porno. It'd be totally fine if a moan or groan came out naturally or if they said something that came from an authentic place. But, it annoys the hell out of me if a guy suddenly goes "mmm harder harder" in a really camp voice or pops in one of those meaningless porn sound effects. It just feels fake to me all of a sudden and it's become less about the sex and more about playing out a scene. I've become meaner in my old age though - now I just tell guys to shut the fuck up 😅

So today I called the doctors office and said order the Apretude but not to have it shipped till they quoted me a price. The office called back and said the specialty pharmacy THEN said they can't supply it and they would have to go somewhere else. So tomorrow I have to go back and fill out more forms and enroll in the company's financial assistance program. No idea yet what final costs to me will be. My God dealing with these folks is maddening. But you were right when you said whoever I had talked to was incompetent.

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.

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.

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

Technique over size

Part 1 It was the middle of the night and I awoke to the sounds of my son Matthew fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv. "Sorry, Dad. I gotta go take a shit," he remarked as he slid his feet into his sandals, heading out the door. This was not unusual, as the campground where we were staying didn't have hookups, so we used the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt unless absolutely necessary, but I certainly understood his aversion to shirts: at just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he. At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head-turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, which he kept a respectable shaggy length. His profile showed a strong nose, a stronger jawline, and plump lips that were absolutely enticing. In addition his broad he sported tan, wide shoulders, chiseled, smooth pecs, a narrow waist, perfectly formed, round ass, oh, and his strong legs were lightly covered in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in very heavy, and he still had rosy cheeks which suggested a boyish glow to his face. Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied. Me? Well, I'm not too bad for 43. I'm six feet, and weigh in at 195 pounds. I work out, usually with Matthew, but still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me. I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, so I receive a pension, and in addition I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good. Matthew still lives at home, which I like, if only as it saves money. Matthew was never much of a party kid, instead he was a genuinely pleasant kid, which meant we gave him all the freedom he wants. Living in our basement bedroom, Matthew uses a private entrance to the basement, and we don't frown on his friends staying over. My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man. "Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. Now I gotta shit!" I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I pulling on a shirt. Walking down the gravel path toward the shitters, I enjoyed the pure peace of a mountain night, however as the outhouses came into sight, I could hear whispering. Specifically, I heard two male voices. Now, at first glance that wouldn't be unusual, although the hour was very late, but when I realized the conversation was occurring within the outhouses, and further realized I wasn't really hearing a dialogue, but rather I was hearing grunting, and panting. You know: sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man ask "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?" And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum in my ass!" IT WAS MATTHEW!! Oh my fucking God! My son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I bang on the door? Should I slip away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew, was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load!" Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for!" That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. But before I was out of hearing range I heard the top grunt as he shot his load into my son's hole, to which Matthew moaned in appreciation as his guts were filled with sperm. Now out of breath and my heart racing, I jumped into our rv, kicked-off my sandals as I decided how I would respond to what I had learned. Should I confront him? Should I pretend nothing had happened? While I recognized ignoring what I learned would be the course most parents would take, a voice in my mind suggested 'This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now'. I had to ask myself, however, if that was what I wanted, recognizing Matthew could freak-out, permanently damaging our relationship, but I also considered Matthew had begged that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!" Some ten minutes passed before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve. "Everything come out okay, son?" I asked as he climbed inside. "Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know," he replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed. I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more. "Good night, Dad," he murmured as he lay facing away from me. I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot where cum had leaked out and whispered, "I know." "Dad......"he started to say. "Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's okay, Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit. "Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first," slipping two fingers into my son. He moaned a tad louder, so I let him know "But it's okay. Daddy loves sloppy seconds." I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass. Then I instructed "Now, pull down your shorts." Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but about eight inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside. "Did you cum?" He shook his head yes, unable to speak. "And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut." He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole. "Good," I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him." Matthew moaned in approval as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets." "No more secrets," Matthew returned. I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving that his Dad was finally fucking his slutty hole. He reached to jerk his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away, growling into his ear, "No, don't touch your cock, boy until I tell you to." "I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against my body. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another man's cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close. "Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your Dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are, boy." "I want your cum, Daddy," he whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptacle. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut, Dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in my ass, Dad. Do it. I want your seed in me." That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my slut's guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier. "Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on." "Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.

Just for fun here are my top 5 weirdest (embarrassing? grossest?) guys I want to fuck. No. 1 Mumm Rha. If you grew up in the 80's you probably watched Thundercats. I thought Mumm Rha was hot! I love bad boys and he was a mysterious villain with killer thighs. I so wanted to get a peak under his shenti. What I wanted most was a three-way with Mumm Rha and Skeletor. No. 2 Groundskeeper Willie. I always had a thing for older men and when I saw Willie rip off his shirt on the Simpsons I was ready for the pants to go. Janitor porn is one of my things. Hey Treasure Island, more janitor porn with Willie look-a-likes please. No. 3 Steven Miller. I can't help it, creeps and jerks turn me on. You can't get any creepier or jerkier than Steven Miller. I bet he's got a nice ass. Has too considering how conservative and tight he is. I'd eat his ass before I fucked it and then threw him out on the street followed by his clothes. I am keeping the shoes though. No. 4 Lucy from Disenchantment. Hear me out on this one. Two things that attract me are a sexy voice and an attitude. Lucy has both in spades. He is adorable, funny, and such a bad boy. I pop a boner every time he speaks. No. 5 Donald Trump Jr. Okay I am actually grossed out by this one and ashamed of myself cuz I can not stand this guy! But ever since he grew a beard I want to sit on his dick. I have such a weak spot for guys with beards. Its my achilles heal. Grow a decent beard and watch me bend over. Sigh. So he can fuck me but only if he doesn't say a word. I could go on, there are more of course. Let me know your top 5.

Wednesday afternoon from a poz on meds guy at his place. Got his 7 day load deep as possible in my ass.

You're completely ignorant if you think that utopia is free without taxes and attainable without war and conflict. That's why utopia is a metaphorical dream. It can't exist. You claim to be trying to create one with your company, but you sound like complete bullshit. Free homes and cars and employees inherit everything, but only if you can continue to outsource through the US? Seriously? The US is a 3rd world country. We are all struggling and poor. We can't afford homes because foreign investors are outbidding us driving up prices. 15% live in poverty, 2/3 are below median, 3/4 are underpaid... And you just pulled out because you didn't want to pay your taxes. BRAVO! YOU'RE A WONDERFUL BUSINESSPERSON. ABSOLUTELY GREAT. THE GREATEST. TRUMP WOULD APPROVE. Now go fuck yourself.

At Bay City Sauna from noon taking/swapping all loads.... Other bottoms welcum.

I'd love to bend over for this dude!

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Hi Guys, In NYC (Manhattan) 4/19 for a week and looking to get seriously bred and fucked. Open minded. Complete sub bottom. Looking to make contacts for play when there.

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

7. I realized as soon as he had left what time it was and that I needed to go to sleep soon or I’d have no chance of being useful at work the next day. Matt wasn’t back yet so I walked naked to the bathroom, not that it would have mattered any more, and got ready for bed. It however, became very apparent very quickly to me that sleeping while locked and exceedingly horny was not easy. Maybe, I thought, I’ll get use to it, there was no way Mike hadn’t slept since he put on his cage. Tonight, though, there was going to be very little sleep for me. I tossed and turned, straining at my cage, and feeling my wet slick hole. I watched the hours tick by, my alarm getting closer and closer. Around three Mike came back in. I never closed my door all the way when I went to bed or it got too hot, and Mike peaked around the crack. Seeing that I was still up, he came bounding into my room. “Can’t sleep?” “Nope,” I grunted. “First night is always hardest.” He got in my bed and laid down next to me. He had stripped down to his jock before coming in and I felt his warm flesh against mine. “How am I so fucking horny?” “Because you’re discovering your new life,” he yawned, “you’ll get use to it eventually. It took me,” another smaller yawn, he was clearly drifting off, “like two weeks before I really slept well, but you’ll… be… fine.” He fell asleep curled up next to me and I shifted so we were spooning, his cage resting in my crack. We both smelled of cum and sweat, but it was comfortable. Wrapped in my cumdump roommates arms I drifted off into a light rather fitful sleep. My alarm came way too early and it felt impossible to drag myself out of bed. Mike was still there next to me and just sort of grumbled as I got up to shower and get dressed. When I left the apartment he had moved to his own bed and was laying with the door wide open, face down his legs spread, well used hole on display. It was murder getting to work. I felt myself straining in the cage and kept catching myself checking out every guy on the train. My day had barely started and already all I could think about was cock. Yesterday had been pure bliss, I longed to be naked feeling a man slide inside of me, not trapped in a button up shirt and a cardigan on my way to the office. By the time I was in the office I knew it was going to be a terribly unproductive day for me. Having settled at my desk and found a comfortable arrangement for my cage, I started doing just enough work that no one would notice or be mad at me while my mind wandered and I daydreamed about being fucked. Just after lunch is when I lost all self-control and was back on Scruff. I wasn’t really sure what my intentions were when I started but by four I had made plans with a guy not far from work to stop by his place before heading home. At 4:50 I packed up and snuck out a few minutes early. By 5:05 I was at his apartment and by 5:10 I was naked on my knees with yet another man’s cock in my mouth. The cute, tall, unassuming 30 year old ginger moaned as his cock grew to a hefty thick shaft in my mouth. I had told him about my cage and he had made me strip completely upon entering the apartment so he could look at my cock straining while he used me. It didn’t take him long to get completely hard, and knowing that a blow job was not why I was there, he soon had me on my back on his bed with my legs in the air. He bent me back, my knees next to my ears, as he dove into my hole with his tongue. After all the abuse yesterday, his tongue lapping at my hole felt amazing. I knew I was still looser than normal and my hole quickly opened up for him, begging him to slide his raw cock inside. He chewed and spat on my hole, making it slicker and wetter. I was becoming putty again. My whole body was becoming centered around my hole, it was all I could focus on. A long drip of precum was hanging from my cage but it felt inconsequential compared to what was happening with my ass. “Please fuck me,” I groaned, “I need your load” “You ready for my cock boy?” “Fuck yes!” “Good,” he straightened up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He spat a thick wad of spit into his palm and lubed up his cock, and lined it up with my hole. I had hold of my knees and I took a deep breath, feeling the pressure on my hole starting to mount, and then let all the air out of my lungs. My hole winked open and his cock, finding its mark, slid in. I wouldn’t say his cock was easy to take but my hole opened quickly for him and soon he was balls deep in me. “Fuck, this is a wet cunt,” he moaned as he bottomed out. “Fill me up.” “Don’t worry boy, I’ve got a big load ready for you.” We were off. He started long dicking me hard and fast, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole and then banging it back in, hammering my second hole as he did. It didn’t take long and that part of me opened up to him too. Then I was just a sex toy he was using. He ground his cock into me, getting it as deep as he could. He tossed me over so that I was riding him, my cage smacking against his red treasure trail and his cock got yet further inside my guts. I grunted and groaned as he hammered up into me and I slammed my ass back against his cock. I was sweating now, as was he, it made my hole even more slick for him. “You’re going home full of my load boy.” “Fill me up. Make me fucking leak.” “A wet stretched out pussy full of cum.” “I need it.” “Pig.” “I need your fucking load.” “I’m going to breed you slut!” “Yes!” “Fuck!” “Please!” “Take my fucking…” he didn’t finish the sentence as he roared, and grabbed me by the shoulders. He forced me down onto his cock hard as it started to throb. He came for what felt like a deliciously long time, then his body went limp and his head crashed back against the bed. “Thanks boy, that was amazing.” “No,” I said sliding off his dick carefully, “thank you. I needed that.” “Hit me up next time you’re horny at work.” “I will!” I dressed and left him naked and sweaty in his bedroom. I felt pride, but as I got on the train home I knew I was still horny. Fuck!

------- Chapter 1.2 - The Closeted Couple & The Cowboy ------- Ric had forgotten how much sex could improve his attitude. The hookup a couple days prior had made even doing laundry on Friday night less of a chore. He sat there waiting for the dryer to finish and when the last person had left the room he fished out his work phone. "Next week pretty open so I can do gig. M or Tu? any time after 4" he typed and sent off to Paul. "cool. Monday@8. send addr Mon" Paul sent back a few minutes later. Ric smiled and knew he'd have plenty of time to prepare after class for the job with Paul. Like last time, he didn't know a lot about the meet, but was excited to do another one with Paul. The one last Spring had turned out really good and with no firm jobs coming from his own ads, it was good to have a chance to make some money. The buzzer went off, telling him his clothes were ready and he collected everything and went back up to his room. A lot of people were milling around when he got off the elevator and he felt everyone was staring at him. Doing laundry on a Friday night told everyone he didn't have a social life and now they had seen the proof. Even his roommate Eddy, the guy who studied unless he was sleeping, had dressed up a little to meet some friends. Ric put all of his clothes away and decided to wander the hall and see what was going on. It didn't take long and he ran into Dan and Scotty standing in the open doorway of a dorm room, obviously drunk. He'd seen them around the floor, always together, but hadn't talked to them since the awkward breakfast. "Guess I need to get a fake ID too" Ric thought to himself. "Hey guys, whatcha up to?" Ric asked. "Hi, just standing around, drinkin n talkin" Dan said. There was a little pause and Dan stared at Ric a moment before he blurted out "You really gay?" Ric chuckled hearing a slur to Dan's words. "As gay as you are drunk. Why?" Ric asked. "Cuz we don't know of any other gay guys on the floor. I'm sick of hearing guys talk about bangin pussy" Scotty said, slurring his words just as bad as his boyfriend. Ric glanced around and didn't see anyone nearby and said "There's a few, based on some of the reactions I've gotten so far. You sure they're not talkin' about guy's pussies? But... I doubt you'd want hear about the guys I've banged this semester" grinning afterwards. "Oh fuck yeah we would! We don't fool around with other guys but it would hot to hear how a stud like you does it" Dan said. "Prepare to be bored. Uh... you got any more of what you're drinking? I haven't gotten buzzed for almost a month and I'd like to get on the same drunk level as you guys" Ric said. Dan turned and slipped into the open door and came back with a six pack with 2 beers missing. Ric looked at the carton and said "Mmm, good stuff. But... you guys got drunk on one beer?" Scotty giggled and said "No, that's our second six pack. Let's go inside so you can tell us all the juicy details." "Uh, maybe" Ric said. Once inside, Dan kicked the door closed. A few seconds later he added "Its a little warm in here, I'm going to take my shirt off. You guys can too, if you want." Soon, they were all shirtless. Dan sat in the corner of the bed and then Scotty sat down in front of him. Dan wrapped his arm around Scotty and kissed the back of his neck while Ric sat at the other end, facing them. The best description of them that Ric could come up with was "nerdy twink". Both had brown hair, Scotty's was short and Dan's shaggy. Dan was trying to grow a goatee, but it was pretty sparse and Scotty was clean shaven. From seeing them in the shower, he knew neither had much body hair except for their bush and pits. Dan was thinner and Scotty had a little bit of muscle on his body and a firm bubble butt. Ric had also saw gotten a glimpse of their average sized cocks. "Fuck, this is so hot being able to do this with someone else around" Scotty said before taking another sip of beer. Ric smiled. "I hope you cuddle like that when you're alone, too. It's good to hold someone close" Ric said. "Yeah, but since we don't share a room, it's hard to find a time when we can" Dan said. "Oh. Do you know when your roommate is coming back?" Ric asked, not wanting someone to surprise them. "Sunday night, so Scotty is staying here until then" Dan said, grinning and obviously excited at spending a lot of time with his boyfriend. "Ah, now the shower bit makes more sense. It wasn't just a shower" Ric said, grinning back at them. He watched both of them blush. A few seconds later, Ric asked "Uh... Where did you get the beer? I'd love to have my own stash." Ric was hoping they knew a place that would sell to freshman. "My brother stopped by earlier with a care package from home. Besides the stuff mom packed, he stopped and got a case of beer and some condoms for us" Dan said, chuckling. "Condoms? Does he know you're gay?" Ric asked. Dan nodded and replied "He's one of the few. He caught me fucking Scotty last year and has been really cool about it, thank god. He didn't say anything to our parents either." "Great, but if you guys only have sex with each other, you don't need condoms. Scotty isn't going to get pregnant" Ric said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sex class told us to always use condoms" Scotty replied. "That's for straight kids. So... you guys never tried it without them?" Ric asked. "Oh god, no. It was drilled in our heads. Always use condoms unless you're trying to start a family" Dan said. "But you're gay. And monogamous. You guys can actually have safe, bare sex. No risk of kids or STDs" Ric said. "Are you sure?" Scotty asked. "Positive" Ric said and then chuckled at his pun. A moment later, he continued "You won't believe how much better it is when you fuck or get fucked raw. And then when the top cums inside, it feels even better." Both Dan and Scotty's eyes were wide open and their jaws were dropped. "See, I told you he knew a lot more than we do about being gay" Scotty said. "I don't know everything. But that's the good part of having gay friends. You share what you know or you learn by doing new things. I had a really good teacher, but I still ask lots of stupid questions" Ric said. Ric could tell the couple were getting a little excited and eager to try out fucking without condoms. "Let me grab another beer and then you guys can have fun barebacking for the first time" Ric said a few seconds later. "No, stay. We haven't heard about all the guys you've met up with and you're really good eye candy" Scotty said. "Can you stand up again? I never get to see a hot, nearly naked guy up close. Just in the locker room or showers here" Dan said. "Have you looked in the mirror? You're both sexy guys. If you weren't together, you both could easily pick up other guys" Ric said, standing back up and feeling like a piece of meat at the butchers. "The tattoos look cool too. I almost missed the lower one, its partly covered by your shorts and body hair" Scotty said. Ric stood and pulled his shorts and the top of the jock down so they could see all of the biohazard tat. "One's sexy and the other looks dangerous" Dan said, gazing up and down Ric's body. "I got the lower one as part of a club initiation. I need to trim my pubes again so it's more visible. My mom hates the upper one, which just makes it more cool to me" Ric explained, chuckling. "What kind of club makes you get a tattoo? A motorcycle club? A gang?" Scotty asked, reaching out and trying to touch the biohazard tattoo and Ric's pubes. Dan slapped his arm, whispering "That's rude!" Ric moved a little closer and said "I don't mind. Uh, it's a special, invitation only club back home. Once you pass the test you can get in. That's about all I can tell you about it." He sat down again, before things went any further. While he'd love to fuck either or both of them, they were just too naive to charge up now. "I bet you have lots of guys hitting on you. You have to be getting a lot of action" Dan said. "Not much. Even the doctor at the clinic was surprised" Ric said. "Clinic?" Scotty asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah, I get tested to make sure I haven't picked up anything. It's one of the risks of hooking up with guys you don't know. But, other than a couple guys on campus and a party a friend of mine had, my sex life has been dead. You guys probably fuck more than I do" Ric said. A grin came over both Dan and Scotty's faces. "Just about every day. We had to find a better time to use the shower, though. That's why we haven't seen you in there too much. Fifteen minutes later and we get the showers to ourselves" Dan said. Ric finished off the beer and smiled, wanting to let them see what sex without condoms was like. "Good to know. This time, I really am going. Have fun and let me know if you like it better bare. I'm sure you will" he said as he stood up and picked up his tee. Ric closed the door behind him and went to the bathroom to piss. Ric stood at the urinal, wondering how one beer could make so much urine, when another guy staggered up and took the spot next to him. "Lotsa new guys on da floor this year but you're the sexiest" the guy slurred out, swaying back and forth as he pissed. Ric chuckled before he checked the guy out. The guy had cowboy written all over him, from the hat down to the tight jeans and boots. He was surprised that the guy would hit on him, but he figured he was one of those guys that was straight until he got drunk and desperate. "Thanks, lookin good yourself" Ric said as he shook off his cock. "Ya really think so?" the guy replied. Ric pulled his shorts up and moved behind the guy, rubbing one hand on his ass and grasped his shoulder with the other. "Mmhmm, this ass feels really nice. Bet it's hungry for some dick, too" Ric whispered into the guy's ear. The guy moaned as his stream slowed before replying "It fuckin is... been way too long since I got fucked good." Ric reached around and wrapped his hand around the guy's cut cock, rubbing the tip with his finger and squeezing the shaft. "Mmm, nice dick too. Have to keep that in mind" Ric said, letting go of the shaft and licking the piss off his finger. "Got your room to yourself tonight?" Ric asked. "Uh... yeah... follow me" the guy said, zipping up his jeans and turning around. Ric was about to back away when the guy groped his cock and squeezed a few times. "Aaahhh, packin too. Nice" the guy said as he walked away. A minute later they were walking into the guy's room at the other end of the hall. Ric checked the nameplate and saw the names "Jack" and "Toby" and wondered which this guy was. A quick second glance and he saw a little bronco sticker next to Jack's name and a soccer ball sticker next to Toby. The lock clicked shut and Jack turned, pulling Ric in close and kissing him. There were a few small lights on in the room, giving a soft glow that allowed them to see each other, but not too bright. They spent a few minutes making out before Ric's hands slid down the cowboy's back, firmly gripping his ass. Jack moaned into the kiss before he reached down and pushed Ric's shorts down. Ric could taste the alcohol in Jack's mouth and felt his body swaying in his arms. Jack's hand slipped into the jockstrap and felt the growing shaft. "Fuck... it's getting bigger" Jack said before he started stroking the shaft. Ric unbuckled Jack's belt and then opened his jeans. They fell down part way and Ric slid his hand inside the back of the his trunks, rubbing along the crack. The moan returned, louder than before until Jack broke the kiss. He took his hat off and set it on the desk and then took his tee off. Ric dropped his shorts, pushed off his jock and set them, along with his shirt, on a chair. Jack laughed a little and said "You're not wasting any time, huh?" "Its just easier for me to strip down" Ric said with a grin. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots off before Ric helped tug his jeans off. When Jack looked up after removing his trunks he was staring right at Ric's still growing cock. "Fuuucckk" Jack groaned as he stared a few more moments before wrapping his hand around, pulling back the foreskin and licking over the head. Now it was Ric's turn to moan. Jack's tongue licked around the now hard shaft, tasting the sweat and lingering remnants of piss. Soon, he was opening his mouth and took the first few inches inside before starting to suck. The more time Jack spent on his cock the more Ric decided his initial thought about Jack's orientation was wrong. Totally wrong. Jack slowly pulled off, letting Ric's cock pop out of his mouth and he slowly looked up to Ric's face for his approval. Ric grinned back at him and Jack scanned back down, pausing just above his cock. With one hand around the base of Ric's dick, the other rubbed over his groin, spending extra time over his pubes. Ric thought he knew what Jack had found, but stayed quiet. Jack resumed sucking for a few more minutes until he let Ric's cock pop out of his mouth again. Jack rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back and presenting his furry ass. Ric smiled back, looking Jack over from his chiseled, scruffy face, over the furry, trimmed chest, pert nipples, wide trail and trimmed pubes that surrounded a very stiff cock. Ric knelt down, swallowing Jack's hard cock and flicking his tongue around the shaft. He let Jack's precum coat his tongue and then pulled off, licking down the shaft and over his balls. Pushing Jack back a little, he licked over his hole a few times before spitting on the pucker and pushing it in with his finger. A long, sexy moan came out of Jack's mouth. After adding a few more gobs of spit, he stood up slightly and pressed his cock to the throbbing hole. He expected to hear Jack ask for a condom at any point, but as his cock pressed in he heard nothing except heavy breathing. A moan accompanied the breach of the outer ring. Ric paused and looked up at Jack, who's eyes were closed and a smile was on his face. A few rocks of his hips plunged the bare cock deeper followed by a few harder pushes. Jack's chute had a nice grip, firm but not too tight, telling Ric that Jack had taken more than a few cocks in his life. A few more deep breaths from Jack let Ric get almost all of his shaft in. Ric pulled back a few inches and drove back in, stopping short an inch and against the inner ring. "That tattoo mean what I think it does?" Jack asked, his eyes still closed and Ric almost rooted in his hole. "Yeah. Want me to stop?" Ric asked. "Ooohhh god... fuck no, I need it bad" Jack replied softly. Ric chuckled to himself and began to plow his cock in and out of Jack's ass, wondering what Jack needed - a cock, a bare cock or a poz bare cock. Jack was one of those verbal bottoms, always muttering "oh fuck" or "fuck yeah" or "oh god" among the grunts and groans and the occasional gasp. Ric always liked bottoms like this. He could tell what the guy liked and when he went too far. The constant tapping at the inner ring eventually let Ric push through and the cry Jack let out was an even mix of pleasure and pain. Ric began to pound him harder and Jack's muttering got louder. Suddenly he felt a thumb rub over his right nipple and it sent shockwaves through his body. His cock couldn't get any harder but it did throb several times. Ric slowed his thrusts but each one got stronger, his cock easily sliding into the slick tunnel. When Ric's breathing got labored, Jack opened up his eyes and stared back at Ric. "Breed me... please... fuckin' breed me" Jack begged. A few more thrusts and Ric felt his cock start to pulse, pumping a large load of cum into Jack's fertile hole. Jack's moan as he felt the warmth fill him up was the loudest yet and Ric hoped the neighbors were gone. There was a puddle of cum on Jack's chest too and once he spotted it, Ric lapped it up. They stood there, each smiling at the other while Ric's cock slowly softened. Eventually, it fell out and Jack let out a whimper, making Ric laugh. "Feeling empty?" Ric asked. "Oh hell yeah. That was fucking awesome. I can't believe I did that... I've never gotten such a rush. My heart was about to leap out of my chest!" Jack said. "Cuz my dick was bare or because I'm poz?" Ric asked. "I usually fuck raw. I've fucked a couple poz guys, but they said they were undetectable. I've never been fucked by one though" Jack replied. "I'm not undetectable" Ric said seriously. He watched Jack's eyes open wide and his jaw drop. "You can hit the clinic to prevent getting infected, but you have to go in the next day or two" Ric said. "Or you could fuck me again to increase the odds. Or is that too weird a thing to ask?" Jack asked. "Nah, not weird. It turned you on, didn't it?" Ric asked, feeling his cock start to stiffen again. "Its not just that you're poz. It's that you know how to fuck. And you're cute. And your dick felt really good inside me" Jack said, his face showing how bad he wanted to get fucked again. "You're damn hot yourself and know how to take dick. You just need to know that if I fuck you again, I'm going to keep fucking you until those balls are filled with my bug" Ric said, leaning in closer to Jack's face. The tip of Ric's cock was resting on the tight pucker and Ric knew that Jack was squeezing his ass tight to keep all of the cum inside. "Uh... you won't fuck me after I'm poz? That's all you want?" Jack asked. "Fuck no, nothing like that. I just want you to know that if we fuck again, I'll keep fucking you and you will get knocked up. And we'll keep fucking even after you're toxic" Ric replied, pressing harder on Jack's hole. A few seconds later, it relaxed and Ric slowly slid back in. Ric felt the warm cum coat his cock as it drove deeper into Jack's gut. Jack gripped his cock a few times and smiled back to Ric. "God, that does feel good inside me" Jack said while Ric slowly drove in and out with long strokes. Ric grinned back, giving a firm thrust and planting every inch inside Jack. "Mmm love to have my dick inside a hot guy who loves to take cock. But... I hope that cock of yours isn't just a decoration" Ric said, resuming his long strokes. Jack laughed. "I usually top, but I saw your dick in the shower a week ago and wanted to know if I could take it" he replied. Ric's thrusts slowly got faster and longer, occasionally breaking through the inner ring and making Jack squirm and gasp. When he began plowing harder, he was bouncing off Jack's firm ass. "Oh yeah, you can take it... no problem there" Ric said breathlessly while trying to delay cumming again. It just felt too good and he wanted to go on longer. Jack chuckled and rubbed his hand over Ric's sweaty chest. His right palm grasped Ric's left pec, pressing hard against the nipple and piercing, driving Ric ever closer to orgasm. Ric shoved in, slamming the bed and Jack's head into the wall. "Gimme that poz load, Ric. You want to knock me up and you can see how bad I want it" Jack growled a second before his other hand twisted Ric's right nip. Ric grunted loudly, planting his cock all the way inside Jack's chute. His body shook with each pulse of his cock, pumping more cum inside Jack's battered hole. When Ric's cock stopped throbbing he looked down at Jack, both of them covered in sweat. "Next time, you're topping me and I get to work you over while you fuck, bastard" Ric said, grinning at him. "Deal. Your ass looked damn good too. I just don't know what I'll be shooting then" Jack replied, breathing heavy. "I don't care if a guy is neg, poz or unknown as long as it's a good fuck" Ric said.

This is what I love (NOT!) about this site. A user comes on to ask about a specific location, one that he plans to visit, and everyone has to chime in with what some OTHER city's location of something similar is like. Start your own topics about other places, if you want to share, but jeez, save the random comments so that someone looking for an actual ANSWER to his question can find it without having to wade through irrelevant bullshit.

Hello #MackyJay - I love your story ... BUT could you keep it in WHITE TYPEFACE COLOUR as a lot of your chosen colours are hard to read ... It makes it difficult to read ... I am sure others agree with me?!!! I was tempted to put all parts into one threat and colour it white - so others can read your amazing story with ease!

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Went to this black guy's place and got a load today. He just had this big room in an old run down rooming house - sorta sleazy. He just treated me like a hole and was done in less than 10 minutes.