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10. The next day was a late start at work, so after Mike dragged himself out of my bed and went to work himself I lay in bed for a few long minutes. My hole felt tender, and there was dried precum on the end of my caged. I got up and took a quick shower, feeling how puffy and well used my hole felt to the touch. I was still horny. I was more horny. The cage was clearly working. I groaned, there was no way I could be as distracted at work as I had been the day before. I had mountains to get done that afternoon. I stretched and gathered my work clothes and gym stuff into my duffle bag. I threw on some jeans and a shirt, and headed to the gym hoping a work out might burn off some of my energy. At the gym I swiped in, and made my way to the locker room. I went over to a bank of lockers I usually used, and opened my bag. It was then that I realized I hadn’t thought about something. The shorts I usually wore at the gym were small with built in underwear and didn’t leave much to the imagination. There was no hiding my cage through the thing fabric. I was unsure what to do for a minute and then thought about Mike parading around the apartment, and changed into the shorts. I started a normal circuit, treadmill, some bench press, curls. All the while I found my concentration drifting. I was checking out every man who came near. I lived in a pretty queer area of town, so there were lots of gay guys around, but it wasn’t usually a gym for cruising. Today though I felt like the sexual energy in the gym was quadrupled, but maybe that was actually just me. I finished my work-out and felt no less horny. It hadn’t helped. If anything, I was even hornier than before. The smell of sweat in the locker room made my cock twitch in its cage as I walked back to my locker to get my shower things. Rounding the locker banks, I noticed there was someone standing just a couple lockers away from mine. I felt suddenly bashful knowing he would almost certainly see my cage as I stripped off for the shower. There was really nothing for it though if I didn’t want to go to work wreaking from the gym. Up close I realized the guy was hot, a tall blonde, with big broad shoulders, a heavy five o’clock shadow. He pulled off his sweaty work out shirt revealing thick sweat matted chest hair covering his round pecs. One nipple had a silver bar through it, and he had a small equal sign tattooed on his ribs under his arm: a gay. He smiled at me as I unlocked my locker. “Good work out,” he asked. “Yeah. You?” “I worked up a pretty good sweat.” He stretched his arms above his head, and the thick sent of sweaty man wafted from his exposed hairy pits. My cock twitched. I smiled and pulled my duffle out to get my shower things. I tugged my own shirt off, just as he pushed his shorts to the ground revealing a white Bike jock. His ass was covered in thick blonde hair, and the pouch of his jock looked heavy even just at rest. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. He pulled out a towel, shower shoes, and a little tote from his locker, and seemed to be getting ready to head to the showers. I could wait till he left to take off my shorts, I thought, and then I could change alone. He didn’t leave right away though he just stood there, “You going to hit the showers?” “Yeah,” I said a little nervously, “In a minute.” “I always wished this gym had a steam room.” “I know, that would be perfect.” I felt awkward now just killing time for him to leave before getting undressed, so I decided to just move quickly and hope for the best. I turned away from him and quickly took my shorts off and put them into my locker, grabbing my towel to cover myself as fast as I could. “Now you’re going to be shy,” he said. “What?” “I said now you’re gonna be shy? Now after you spent all that time on the treadmill running with your cage bouncing for all of us to see?” “I well, I… I guess there’s no use hiding it if you know.” I dropped the towel to hang at my side and turned my fully exposed body to him. “You know, working out always makes me horny as fuck.” “I was hoping it would burn off some of my energy but me too.” “You know the last two showers at the back have full length doors. No one can tell who’s there… or how many” I stepped forward and grabbed his growing bulge through his jock, “Lead the way then.” He smiled, grabbed his towel, and started off for the showers. I shut the lockers and followed behind him. He was right the last two stalls were larger with full doors and a little changing space before the shower. We walked in, and closed the door. He tossed his towel on the bench and then dropped his jock. His cock was thick and half hard already jutting out from dense blonde pubes. He turned the water on before turning to me and saying in a soft voice, “get me hard so I can breed your hole.” Then I was on my knees in the gym shower. I had come to the gym to try and make myself less horny and I had ended up in the shower with a guy who was about to breed me. I knew nothing about this guy, and that was ok. I just wanted to get fucked. I slurped down his dick, the sound of the shower drowning out the sound of me gagging on the thick shaft I hoped. I bobbed up and down, slathering it with spit, slowly pulling blood into the thickening member. He hardened fast, and my mouth was soon stretched around what felt like a soda can. He pulled me to my feet, his cock pressed hard into my stomach above my own dripping caged cock. He planted a hard wet kiss on my lips, and then spun me around. I landed on the changing bench, and braced against the wall, knelt with my ass presented to him. I felt his warm breath on my cheeks and then the stubble of his beard in my crack. Then his tongue found my hole, darting across the abused pucker. He let out an appreciative moan as my hole quickly bloomed open for him, inviting his tongue inside. With all the cock I had taken over the past two days my hole knew what to do, what it needed. I felt relaxed and taken care of, he wanted this to feel good for both of us. He worked his tongue around my hole, pressing the lips further apart till I felt almost gaped open. Only then did he get up and hawk a big wad of spit onto his cock and move to start fucking me. He was big, but I was practiced, and his cock slid easily into my cunt. I felt the stretch, but it was only pleasure and he was able to just slip right up to my second ring. He wasn’t quite long enough to break past it but I felt the thrilling and intoxicating pleasure of a cock pushing against my inner hole. He moaned and whispered in my ear “fuck your pussy feels amazing.” We were trying to be quiet but it was hard when his cock felt so good. He warmed me up a little before really starting to fuck me, but soon he was slapping hard into my hole. I felt certain the sound of the shower running wouldn’t be enough to cover all of the noise but I also didn’t care. He felt amazing. I slammed my ass back against him, making him fuck me even harder. I gripped his cock with my hole to milk his load out, and he just kept growling in my ear. It was a great fuck. We both clearly needed it, and wanted to make sure the other got everything he wanted. When he finally grunted that he was going to cum, I was slightly out of breath. I panted, “please breed my cunt,” as he picked up the pace. He didn’t need my encouragement, but it seemed to tip him over the edge. He shook a little and held tight to my hips, his breathing ragged and his cock spasmed and pumped hot cum deep inside of me. I sighed in satisfaction as I was once more filled with a stranger’s load. He stayed there for a moment, till his breathing came back to normal. When he pulled out and I looked back at him he looked happy and satisfied. We stepped into the water together to wash the work out away, and I sucked the cum from his cock. He kissed me again as we toweled off, and said “I’ll go out first, you wait a moment and then follow so it’s not quite as obvious.” I laughed, I felt certain anyone close by would have known. I stepped back from the door as he unlocked it and left. I heard him bump into someone, and mutter an apology, and then I heard him say, “Oh, well um there’s still… there’s still someone in that shower.” Then another person said something I couldn’t hear, followed by my top saying, “A hot bottom actually.” “Fuck yeah,” said a new voice, closer now. “I just fucked a big load into him, don’t know if he wants more but…” I didn’t hear any more from the blonde, but a young-looking jock appeared in the shower doorway with a massive grin on his face. He looked maybe 20 at the most, but definitely college age. He still had the round face of a boy but the body of a man. A thing waft of chest hair was starting to grow across his nice pecs, promising to grow into a nice thick pelt as he aged. He had on only a towel, into which plunged an ample treasure trail. He closed the door behind him, and locked it before saying, “Got time for one more?” It was and earnest question. He wasn’t one of the aggressive Dom older men I’d been meeting with, he was a horny college boy hoping to blow his load. “Lets see what you’re working with,” I said. He dropped the towel which had started to tent revealing a nice uncut cock. It wasn’t the biggest thing I’d ever seen but it was wide, and that’s what always got me. “I think I’ve got time.” I turned the water to the shower back on, grabbed the jock by the waist and moved him to the changing bench. I got on my knees and sucked him hard while he sat there, his hands on the back of my head. He had to hold one hand against his mouth as I started blowing him, running my tongue around his foreskin, enjoying the salty sweat that clung to his skin. His unkempt pubes tickled my nose as I dove deep. His balls rested lightly against my chin, and I flicked my tongue down the base of his shaft. He let out a loud grown that the water could never have covered and then giggled a quietly. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t worry about it.” I got up and straddled him on the bench his cock now hard as a rock. I sat down slowly, his head missing my hole a few times before finding its mark and sliding inside. He let out another groan, and I kissed him hard on the mouth. “If you cant keep quiet I’ll just have to shut you up.” I whispered in his ear as I started to ride him. He moaned into my mouth as I rocked up and down on his cock, kissing him all the while. His hands played across my back, sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes cupping my ass. He didn’t seem to know where to put them. It didn’t seem like he was going to last long. The horniness from his work out and warmth of my slick hole where fast sending him over the edge. He was writing under me as I bounced harder and harder. Till suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me down on the full, not unsubstantial, length of his cock. I felt his ball tighten and the shaft pulse as he unloaded. His face went totally blank for a long moment, then his eyes rolled back almost sleepily as ecstasy washed across his face. For a long blissed out moment he held me there, his cock still throbbing as it pumped a few more spurts into my cunt. I kissed him again and, careful not to lose his load, got up. “Thanks man, that was amazing,” he panted. I left him to his shower and went to get dressed with two big loads in my hole.

Part 5: The Gift With my ass in the air Daddy applied more lube to my hole and his cock. Daddy slowly inserted his cock into my hole driving me crazy. Because of the preparation Daddy did his cock was sliding in easily. But damn he was taking his time giving me his whole cock. My penis was steadily leaking precum from Daddy's slow and methodical entry into my hole. Goddamn Daddy was good. As slowly as Daddy was penetrating my hole it felt eternity before I even had half of his cock in my hole. My whole body was convulsing from the pure pleasure and excitement Daddy was causing by slowly inserting his cock into me. Goddamn as much as I wanted and needed to be fucked like a whore this was way more intense. After what must have been an hour of Daddy slowly and deliberately sliding his cock in my hole he finally bottomed out. God it felt so good to be completely stuffed by Daddy's cock. Daddy held his cock in place for several minutes before he slowly started pulling his cock back out. Again he pulled out just as slowly as he did when he entered my hole. The way his cock was just dragging across my prostate was too much. I exploded all over the bed underneath me. Daddy didn't stop at all as my body was shaking from the powerful orgasm. He just slowly kept backing his cock out of my hole. After 2 orgasms I was still hard. And I hadn't once touched my penis. After about an hour of Daddy slowly pulling his cock from my hole he had his cock completely out of my hole. The emptiness I felt was unbearable. Daddy applied more lube to my hole and his cock and repeated the same process. Daddy repeated this process over and over all night. Each time he was slowly withdrawing his cock I would have an orgasm but remain hard. After I don't maybe the seventh or eighth time, I lost count, of Daddy doing this he guided me to my stomach and laid on top of me with his cock entering my hole again. With his cock buried all the way inside my hole Daddy started kissing my neck while he then just barely lifted his hips from my ass and coming down giving me short strokes of his cock in my hole. I was completely exhausted by this point but the way he was slowly fucking me felt really great and I just relaxed. After about 30 minutes in this position Daddy asked me if I was ready to receive his gift. I was so weak I just shook my head yes. Without picking up any speed Daddy just kept his same pace and a few minutes later I felt my hole being flooded by Daddy's cum. And damn did he cum. He kept coming for a while. No doubt I would get Daddy's gift with the amount of cum he was putting in my hole. After I know a good five minutes Daddy finally stopped moving and just laid on top of me with his cock still in my hole. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke up Daddy was on top of me with his cock still in my hole even though he had went soft. I heard Daddy snoring a little bit so I didn't move just enjoying the feeling of having Daddy's cock still in me. I drifted back off to sleep with a grin on my face. Daddy's weight on me felt like a nice warm blanket and I didn't want to move. I could lay forever just like this with Daddy's cock in my hole. I was looking forward to seeing what Daddy does for an encore. What a wonderful surprise I had when I woke up.

PART FOUR I was kneeling in front of David, cleaning his cock when his phone rang. "HEY! I hoped you'd be watching......did you enjoy the show? I thought you would......hold on I'll put you on speaker.." and he put the phone next to the table where I was kneeling. "Is this your new boy James I've been hearing so much about?" the voice said from the phone. "No...it's actually an even newer one!...." David said. "And better!" I giggled, interrupting "His name's Josh and he'd never even been with a guy before he'd been with me so he's my good boy. Can you see the guy over there Josh?" He asked me, pointing at a nearby apartment building. I could see a guy waving & I waved back. "That's one of my very good friends Jerome." "You sure know how to pick 'em David." Jerome said. "Would you like me to fuck you as well my new friend?" He'd barely completed his question before I shouted, "Yes please!" in reply. "What an eager young man you are, and have you been fully converted yet?" It was funny, I kept hearing about being converted. I wasn't sure what else I needed to do to prove that I loved being fucked. "I think I have!" "Well, you definitely will be by the time I'm finished with you. Now David and I need to talk about when I can come over, can you get him hard while we talk please my good boy?" David took Jerome off speaker as I knelt in front of him. It was such a great feeling to be sucking cock in the sunshine and I positioned myself so Jerome could check out my arse as I sucked David. I was too busy sucking (& loving it!) to be paying attention to what David was saying to Jerome: "Yeah......real pleasant surprise....nah no chance he can get any, he's here for the week....told him I had COVID....course not!.....he's so fucking high he won't be paying attention to any of this....few loads but can't hurt to try yours too...probably an hour or so before it wears off? So bring some if you've got it.....piss mainly.....nah, no idea...yeah, the lube's got it too....don't worry about it, the kid's a dirty fucker....I know! See ya in 10" It was then he tapped me on the head, I looked up his dick still in my mouth. "Jerome was so excited seeing you in action, he's gonna come over OK? He'll probably wanna fuck you today, is that alright with you?" I was so excited by the prospect, I smiled through David's dick but wanted to make sure he was alright with it. "Are you OK with it though David, I don't wanna do it if it'll make you unhappy..." "My boy, nothing makes me hornier or happier than seeing other daddies fucking you OK? Just think of it a special gift I'm making sure that you're getting. Now get your daddy good & hard before Jerome arrives..." END OF PART FOUR

Thomas and Roger were the next two gentlemen who entered the room. Both of their cocks weren't very big but looks can be deceiving. They both stood in front of me while I would suck one cock and jerk off the other. I repeated this process for a while before Thomas laid on the floor and had me mount his cock. Just when I got his cock all the way in me Roger pushed me slightly forward and then slid his cock into my pussy along with Thomas'. With Roger sliding his cock in my pussy I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate both cocks. It hurt to be stretched out but I knew I didn't have a say in the matter. Once Roger had his cock in all the way both gentlemen stayed still for a couple of minutes while my pussy adjusted to it's new position. With me being a little over 5 feet tall and each of these gentlemen being well over 6 feet tall I was in perfect position for them to start fucking my pussy in unison. The feeling of having two cocks sliding in and out of my pussy in unison was pure bliss. My little clitty was soon spurting out cum onto Thomas' stomach. Thomas had sores everywhere and I started licking as many as I could while being fucked. The blood on my lips had dried up so I begged Thomas to slap me to get my lips bleeding again. He happily obliged and soon my lips were cut open again. With my new cuts I continued licking Thomas' sores. With their cocks rubbing together in my pussy both men didn't last too long. After about 10 minutes of fucking my pussy Roger said he was about to cum. As soon as he started Thomas soon started cuming right after. Feeling one load of cum erupting in my pussy is one thing. But 2 cocks at the same time is out of this world. These men gave me so much cum that I could hear the slurping noises coming from my pussy. Once Roger went soft he slipped his cock from my pussy. But Thomas stayed hard. He started thrusting his hips hard into my pussy. Roger came around in front of me and started fucking my mouth at the same time and it wasn't long before he was hard again. Roger must have read my mind because he took his cock from my mouth and rammed it back into my pussy along with Thomas's cock. Fuck I was loving being double penetrated. I was moaning so loud it drew my Mom's attention. As I'm getting my pussy fucked hard by both of these cocks she entered the room and just watched her son being a dirty whore for these men. Everyone knew she was my mom so it didn't surprise anyone. She was encouraging both men to fuck me like the dirty nasty whore I was becoming. Both men obliged and really started fucking me much harder and making my pussy so fucking sore. It wasn't long before both men were coming again in my pussy. Thomas came first followed by Roger. I don't know where these gentlemen had the energy to fuck me like they did in their condition but I loved it. As each of their cocks went soft and they pulled out of me they both collapsed. Mom rushed me out really quickly while they attended to them. I was led to a private room away from everyone. 30 minutes later Mom came in and told me they both passed away. I was saddened by hearing this. She comforted me and told me that it was their wish to go out like that. She said she was proud of me for making their last few minutes on earth enjoyable for both. She said while they are taking care of cleaning up the area this room would be my new play area. She said that I still had more men to satisfy. I confessed to Mommy that each of them had cum twice in my pussy and both times I it was from double penetration. She kissed me on my forehead and said that's good to know because the next two men coming are thicker than any cocks you have had so far. My clitty got excited and squirted in front of my Mommy. She just laughed and as she was walking out the door she said Goddamn you are such a dirty little faggot.

It's fairly common for me not to come, depending on my mood and on if anything has been consumed, and I often outlast my bottoms anyway. Last weekend I went to the sauna in Dublin for the first time in a long while. Some interesting guys there, got a blow job from a cute early 20s guy but that ended up being just the appetiser. Eventually I saw this build, lean muscled mixed race guy. He walked past me a couple times and turn and looked back and I got the little thrill you get from knowing he's interested. He's wearing a baseball cap. Into the cabin and I was pretty hopeful I could fuck him raw, condoms are increasingly rarely used there. He sucks me for a bit and we kiss, then he grabs some lube and starts to put it in his hole and I know I am in. I fuck him bent over the mattress/rest area, then we get up on our knees on it and I'm half lying on top of him and fucking downwards. To my surprise, fairly soon after that I start feeling like I'm going to come. I decide to just go for it because I want to load a guy as it's been a long while, but being the gentleman I am ask him if he wants the load first. Of course he answers enthusiastically and I fill him up. We chat for a bit. He says he is Italian: his mother is, but his father is Brazilian and he seems a little ashamed of that fact. There are Brazilians everywhere in Dublin so maybe he encountered some hostility from some local. We fuck again, and this time he comes as he is riding me. We wander around for a bit and agree to swap numbers. Later that night I give him his first fuck in a sling. At first he was shy getting fucked in front of other guys, but later he is asking me to open the door so others can come and watch us. A fun night! You never know how these nights are going to go.

Full cock definitely, ideally to have no control of what happens😈 Forced deep down my throat

I do--house parties, motel parties, anywhere I want to breed guys . It also goes to leather weekends like CLAW or IML for my hotel room. It has gone camping and been used in gay campgrounds. I live in a smaller sized town. Having a sling (and fuck bench and rimseat) makes my home playroom a 'destination' for bottoms to come to from the more urban areas near by.

In a parallel universe there is a post from the pissed off cumdump whining that he's been fucked but not bred!

I saw him three days later. Again the cum dump in the middle of the beach orgy. He'd never made it to a clinic. A month later he came up to me one morning as I was nude sunbathing. I didn't get the super friendly welcome he'd offered when we met. In fact he was clearly pissed. "You fuckin knocked me up you bastard. Who the fuck do you think you are? Pozing unsuspecting guys! Get a biohazard tattoo for fuck sake! " I knew there was no sense in trying to reason with him. I just reached up and stroked his semi hard cock. He pulled away and bolted. The next night he was again at the orgy. As usual his sexy otter energy had him recieving lots of creampies, but he was also serving up toxic cum to at least three asses. I was close enough for the entire second pump and dump that I know he didn't breath a word about his newly acquired toxic status. Once again I was having a slow night. A few guys groped me, front and back. Two guys offered to suck me and had good oral skills, but if I wasn't going to get any up my ass I was determined to breed some cute young thing. The crowd had become quite a crush, I couldn't move without bumping into guys. A hand took hold of my semi hard cock. It was an attractive, slim young man wearing a leather chest and crotch harness. As he fondled my crotch he kept looking around the crowd, never once looking at me. He began to pull me through the crowd by my now fully hard erection. He stopped to talk to a tall handsome young German lad. As they made small talk I felt around the harnessed guys hole. Wet and sloppy for sure. I slid my raw cock in and he never even interrupted his conversation with the German. The German winked at me and told the guy I was fucking how hot he looked. Asked him how many loads he was carrying from the orgy. "Not sure. Maybe two, maybe five? I'm never sure if they all cum ." "How many cocks been in there?" "Haha, at least a dozen. " "You take any precautions?" "No way, totally natural for me. This brew in me could be pozing me as we speak. I don't care, it's gonna get me sooner or later. " I was silently depositing as he spoke. The German again winked at me and said to him; "Fuckin hot man. Love your leze fair attitude." Although my orgasm was silent, it was one of the deepest most satisfying releases I had ever experienced. I pulled my cock out and stuck a finger in to enjoy the toxic mix. It tasted fantastic. I didn't say a word, I just shuffled through the crowd and headed home down the beach. Three nights later I had better luck. A big bear, a slim black man and an old man (70's) had bred me. A cute young Mexican twink had watched at least two of them cum in me. When the old man finished the young twink pulled me to the side away from the crowd. He played with my cock as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. As we broke our lip lock he whispered, "Eat my ass " then turned and bent over. It was a sweet tight hairless rose bud. So tight my tongue could hardly fuck in. He was moaning with deep pleasure. He didn't say it but his moans begged 'fuck me.' I stood and teased his hole with my substantial cock head. I was waiting to see if he would say or ask anything. He just kept moaning so I started to push in and he definitely pushed back on. When I was balls deep I gave him a moment to adjust. When he reached back and tapped my thigh I began a slow and steady rutting motion. His moans just grew in volume, "Oh yeah fuck me daddy, claim my virgin ass." I thought, 'holy fuck, I wonder if he has any idea what he's got himself into?' But the hole situation was just too smoking hot and my poz balls exploded and painted inside his no longer virgin guts "Don't cum in me." "Fuck man, too late!" He pulled off, stood and faced me. "Did you just cum in my ass? Please tell me you didn't! Please tell me you were wearing protection. " "I .... awe .... um" As I stuttered he reached around to check and came back with a dripping finger. "Fuck man, you better be clean. You shouldn't have cum in me! I can't get pozed from my first fuck man!" "Then you better get to a clinic or emerge." "Fuck you're toxic? You just knocked up my virgin ass without warning me?" "You didn't ask, and your virgin hole was to tight and inviting for me to last, especially when you confirmed it had never been breached before. Sorry " "Sorry, sorry? You had no right. ... Suck it out, suck your poison out of me. " If this was to be my punishment I was all in. I feltched out as much as I could. "Don't swallow yet, I want to be sure you cleaned me out. Show me your mouth. " I opened wide, he moved in for a close look and spat in my face. I decided this was my invitation to leave, turned and found three young guys had been watching us. They moved in to lick my face clean and each received a snowball of my toxic cum. The tallest was bent over and backing on my fuck stick in no time. I asked the three how much they had seen and heard. "Everything! It was so fuckin hot. We need your DNA. We're on PreP, the guy your cock is in is chasing. "

this story is pretty much based on a true story, - it was my first time, and we really did fall in love... sadly our paths took us different directions many years ago - and although we are still in touch, I've been without a soulmate since. At first glance you would assume I am just an average, conservative kind- of –guy, and I would tend to agree with that assumption. But after my last “ordinary” relationship with my boyfriend failed, I decided it was time to break my boring routine and try to enjoy some of the more adventurous things in life that I had always passed on. Now that I was spending my nights alone, I was relying on my computer more for sexual stimulation. Thank God there is no shortage of porn on the internet. I would surf for any hot movie that caught my eye, usually with some hot muscled jock. I’d recline back in my chair, and start to lazily play with my cock while the stud in his jockstrap got his hole licked and fingered and slowly stretched open. Buy the time his pink pucker was quivering for some dick, I would usually have a finger or two up my own ass, and my own dick would be hard as a rock and leaking drops of precum that would mix with the lube I was using to stroke my shaft. I always tried to match my speed and intensity with the hot fuck session that was on the screen, so that I would cum at the exact same time as the guy in the movie shot his load deep in the ass of the jock stud he was fucking. After my own ass finished clamping down on my fingers and the aftershocks of shooting an intense load wore off…I would clean up, shut off the computer and climb into bed …alone…and realizing that computer porn would never make up for the 'real thing'. As time went on, I noticed that my taste in movies was starting change, and those muscled jocks I had watched were now replaced with hairy muscled leather guys. I also started looking in the local chat rooms for some actual “real” connections. I felt myself being drawn to scenes that involved a lot of ass play…guys in harnesses that were stretching open the holes of other guys in slings. Soon it wasn’t just hot dicks plowing pink holes...it was dildos and fists stretching open hot hairy butts. I was mesmerized, and my ass was starting to take on a mind of its own. After years of vanilla sex, my hole was starting to get hungry for more. I bought some toys...and some poppers...and began to start mimicking what I saw in the movies . I also started popping into some of the local chat rooms, and found out there were a lot of guys online that were really heavy into the leather scene. I posted a profile, but was always to nervous about ever starting a conversation with anyone. Here I was…just an average conservative guy, who was starting to feel the pig awaken. These guys were already knee deep in the pigpen, and I knew I’d be a disappointment to them when they realized I was just a newbie. I didn’t own any leather, and I only had one jockstrap…that I used for my online photo. So one night, I was feeling especially horny, and logged into the chat room, got my toys, lube and poppers out, and settled in for another solo session. Within a few minutes I suddenly got an IM from another guy in the chat room. He was a hot hairy muscle daddy, and he introduced himself by letting me know how much he loved the photo of me in my jock. He was hot, and sexy, and I started to wish I could muster up the courage to give in and let myself go, and be the perfect pig boy he surely was looking for. After some online flirting, he invited me to come over. I was horny as hell, but scared to death, so I politely declined his invitation. I told him the truth, that I was brand new to this, and way too inexperienced to be much fun for him. He immediately replied, asking if I was into PnP. I hated to admit, I didn’t even know what that meant. Pain and Pleasure? Piss and poop? Christ..what was I getting into? He responded with a “LOL” and explained it meant party and play. Using recreational drugs to take the edge off, or enhance the pleasure. I told him I had done poppers…but never had tried anything else. He asked if I was interested in experimenting a little, and told me that he would love to be the one to introduce me to the wonderful world of Pnp Pig Sex. Wow….all of a sudden my cock became instantly hard..and I could feel my ass twitch with excitement. I didn’t know what it would be like, but suddenly I had a hot leather daddy wanting to take me under his wing, and show me all the mysterious pleasures that had become so intriguing to me. In one last effort to stall…I asked him what exactly he had in mind. He told me that I would need to come over, and that I would need to trust him. He promised to walk me thru everything once I was there and ready to play…but he didn’t want to waste time writing about it when he knew it would be more fun to experience it. He gave me some simple instructions…take a shower, clean up…and out, wear my jock, and pick up some Gatorade, or water, or whatever I wanted to drink. He promised I’d need to replenish my fluids because he was going to make sure we had a long hot sweaty night. I got directions to his place…and I was burning with excitement. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! I hopped in the shower and hopped in my car and within 45 minutes, I found myself knocking on his door. He opened the door…and looked even hotter than his pictures. His head was nearly shaved with a military style buzz cut. He was shirtless, except for a leather harness, and his tribal armband tattoo. His nipples were pierced, and his hairy pecs were hard and muscular, and shadowed over his flat abs. A thick treasure trail of hair disappeared into his black leather pants and silver studded belt. He looked just like one of the guys from the movies. He immediately smiled at me...which made me feel immediately more relaxed…and he invited me into his place. As soon as I stepped inside, he reached around me to shut the door, and immediately put his arms around me to pull me in close to him. He rubbed his hands on my chest thru my t-shirt, and pressed his pelvis up against my jeans. It took me by surprise..a little, but it immediately broke the ice, and I wrapped my arms around him, and ran my hands over his muscular shoulders and arms. As my hands reached his, he took them, and smiled again, and pulled me into the entryway. “Come In, stud” he growled…get comfortable, take your clothes off, and let’s get to know each other. He led me to a room off to the side, which had all of the things that you would need to film leather porn. “Welcome to my playroom!” I was speechless, and took a long deep breath to try to slow down my heartbeat. I think he could sense my nervousness, because he pulled me close once again, kissed me, and pulled me down onto the couch. “Just relax..I promise, I will make sure you enjoy every minute of this, and if you ever want to stop…just tell me…we won’t go anywhere that you aren’t comfortable going.” We kissed again..and I was immediately turned on. He took my shirt off…pinched my nipples, rubbed my crotch…and I was instantly hard as a rock. My hands were all over him as well…and I started to let my inhibitions go. “Let me go get something to help us relax, and you get out of those jeans and shoes. I’ll be right back.” He left for a second, and came back with a little travel shaving kit. He pulled out a bag of weed, and some rolling papers, and a lighter. As I got undressed, he rolled a really thick joint, lit it, and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a very long time, and then let it escape his lungs in a low growl. “Okay…your turn…it’s just pot…and it will help take the edge off, help you relax, and get you a little horny.” I took the joint, and followed his instructions. I took a deep inhale, and worked really hard to fight the urge to cough as I felt the smoke burn inside my chest. I held it in until he told me to let it out…which seemed like 10 minutes…but was really only a few seconds I’m sure. “Good boy” he said, and rubbed my neck. He took the joint back for another hit and we both sat back on the couch and started feeling each other as we passed the joint back and forth. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the effects. It was a fuzzy, drunk kind of feeling, but it felt good, and I WAS really relaxed, and starting to get a really deep new feeling…it was horny…but a whole different kind of horny. I started to really get into our touching and kissing, and before I knew it we were done with the joint, and greedily sucking each other’s dicks in a 69 position on the couch. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers and tongue start playing with my hole. It felt so good. I knew it was the pot…but Damn! This was awesome. I was sucking his huge dick, and moaning, and grinding my ass against his face and fingers. He spit in my ass, and started working in two of his fat long fingers. God it felt so good. “Good boy..you like that don’t you…there is a little pig in there just dying to get out isn’t there?” “Yes sir” I muffled between taking breaths from sucking his huge cock. “Nice” he moaned, and began working my hole into a frenzy. “I think you’re ready for my next surprise” he said as he reach over to his travel bag, and pulled out a tiny little baggie, with some white powder, and a tiny little silver bullet. “Coke?” I asked. “Nope, Tina" he replied. “Tina?” I repeated. “Yep. It's sort of like coke, but better for sex. You can smoke it, snort it, put it in your ass, and even inject it directly into a vein - but it goes right to your ass. And you will want more than my tongue and fingers up there.” “So, how are we doing it?” I asked. “We’ll go easy at first, just a little bump off the silver bullet…and we’ll make sure you have some time to let it kick in. You’ll probably feel a bit of a rush at first..like a jolt of caffeine, but in about 20 minutes, you will feel it start to warm up your ass, and I bet your hands won’t be able to let go of your dick." "Okay" I replied, adding “ although I think the pot has already done a pretty good job of that.” We both took a hit from the bullet, and the instant effect was just as he described. I was really starting to realize I was in very good hands. He was letting me know what to expect, before it happened, and his description was very accurate. We went back to exploring each other’s bodies, and before I knew it, my ass was tingling, and I was pulling on the head of my dick like I was pulling taffy. I was groaning a low guttural groan that I had never heard myself make before. We did another hit off the Tina bullet, and I was really starting to feel the effects. “Okay, boy. I think we’re ready for some more serious play. Your ass is really getting hot, and I want you to get in that sling, so I can open you up, and fuck you.” I hopped up so fast, I think my brain was now in my ass and following his instructions. He helped me get into the sling, and then lubed up my hole, and his cock, and I moaned in ecstasy as his beautiful thick cock slid into my hungry hole. We started out slow, and his fucking gradually grew in force and intensity. Getting fucked had never felt so good. He gave me another bump of tina, and then grabbed a bottle of poppers, and held them under my nose. “You said you have done poppers before..right?” “Yeah.” “Good…then take good hit, so I can pound your ass really hard.” I inhaled deeply, and he did the same, and no sooner had he recapped the bottle, he grabbed the sling and started pounding my ass with wild abandon. “FUCK…YEAH…” we both screamed. I was pulling on my dick as hard as I could, but noticed it wasn’t getting as hard as I usually do…but I really didn’t care. It still felt good..but it was my ass that was feeling amazing. I felt it squeezing and clamping down on my hot leather studs hard dick as he pounded my ass, and arched his back while his eyes were rolling back in his head. This was incredible. It was better than any fantasy I could imagine. He gave me another hit of poppers, and then reached under the sling and started banging the shit out of my ass….I could tell that he was about ready to cum. Between the pot, the tina, the poppers and the fucking…my head was reeling. I had never felt so turned on. I was suddenly brought back to my senses as I heard him shout and yell, and felt his hard cock slam deep in my ass as is shot the hottest, most forceful load I’d ever taken. My ass involuntarily clamped down, and made sure that every drop of cum was worked out of that amazing dick, and not a single drop was spilled. He immediately slumped forward, drops of sweat landing on my chest, and kissed me passionately and deeply. My hips were grinding involuntarily, not wanting to let his dick escape my ass as we kissed. Finally, his dick slid out, but I was still pulling on mine, soft…but sensitive. He saw my face register a bit of disappointment – both for my failure to get hard, and also for the sudden emptiness in my well fucked hole. He immediately reassured me that the soft dick was often a result of the Tina, but not to worry…all the pleasure was going to become more and more intense in my ass. He asked if I was ready to try some toys, and if I was ready to try a different way to do a hit of Tina. I must of looked a little nervous again, because he immediately kissed me again, and with his lips still pressed to mine, he whispered with a hot breath "Trust me.” And I did. Once again, he reached into his black bag. This time he pulled out a thick syringe. My eyes widened with fear, because I was not real fond of needles. “Don’t worry” he said. It’s not a needle. Just a water syringe. But it’s got dose of Tina in it, mixed with the water. I’ll squirt it into your ass, and within seconds you’ll get the effect. Just hold it in, and when I get your first toy, it should be absorbed. You'll love it..and you’ll be ready for some bigger toys than the ones you have. Cool?” “Okay…I said…you haven’t let me down yet.” He pulled the cap off the syringe, and showed me that indeed there was no needle on the end. He put a little lube on the edge of the syringe, and gently worked it into my hole. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay…here we go.” I suddenly felt the liquid slowly start to fill my ass, and I envisioned it mixing with his load. I was suddenly hit with an amazing rush of warmth that nearly took my breath away. “See…it absorbs pretty quick. You should be flying by now.” My heartbeat suddenly picked up, and my breathing became quicker. He pulled the syringe out, pinched my nipples, and then took my hand away from my dick as he sucked my soft cocked like a vacuum. I yelled in absolute pleasure! Oh my god it felt so good. FUCK YEAH…DAMN…my ass was on fire…I needed cock bad. It felt so good. “There’s my little piggy” he smirked as he stepped away. My hand went back to my dick, and I started pinching one of my nipples as he back away. He reached over to a table and pulled away a black cloth, and revealed a table full of all kinds of dildos and sex toys in all sizes. One of them was just as big as mine at home…but they got bigger and bigger as they lined up along the table’s edge. He grabbed one, and smeared it with a generous dose of lube, and then started slowly working it into my ass. I couldn’t believe it…it was like my ass had a total mind of its own. I was no longer in control..and I suddenly felt my hole stretching open further than I’d ever been opened up before. But it felt so good. I took a deep breath, and moaned again. He got it about halfway in, and then held it in place as he reached over with his other hand to grab the bottle of poppers. I took another deep hit of the poppers, and suddenly, I was in a whole new world. My eyes rolled back in the back of my head, and then I felt my entire ass open up as that huge dildo slid right in to its giant rubber base without any pain or resistance. HOLY SHIT….It was so fucking deep …OH FUCK! I could feel that giant rubber dick deep in my guts and it felt so good! He started to work it in and out. Slowly at first, and gradually picked up speed. I got lost in the pleasure…and closed my eyes and floated in that sling as that giant dick stretched my ass. Every now and then he would touch my chest, my dick, my face, and give me occasional hits of poppers...all the while giving me deep low groans of encouragement. He soon went for a bigger toy…but I was too lost in my ecstasy to really notice. I did feel a little bit of pressure as he eased the bigger toy in, but it was soon followed with another deep hit of poppers, and I was off in my own world again, as that giant invader laid claim to my open hole. I have no idea how much time had passed, and hour…maybe two. I gradually started to feel like I was coming down, and my senses were returning to normal. I looked up…like I had just regained consciousness, and smiled at my sexy teacher. He smiled back…and we didn’t even need words at this point to share the mutual pleasure we were both feeling. He slid the toy out of my ass..and I was shocked…somewhere in my soaring high…he had upsized again to a third, even bigger toy. I never would have believed I could take something that huge…but he showed it to me from between my legs, just to prove to me that I was more pig than I realized. We laughed a bit, kissed some more, and then he grabbed my bottle of Gatorade and a towel. I was sweating profusely. Took a deep drink, toweled off a bit, and started to catch my breath. At this point I thought things were winding down. He was standing closer to the table, taking a drink of his own bottled water, so I started to sit up in the unsteady sway of the sling. “Where you going boy…you had enough?” “Oh…I thought we were winding down” I sheepishly said…immediately feeling slightly worried that I gave the wrong signal and disappointing my new leather daddy. “Well, I have one more surprise for you, if you want. I thought I’d try to take it up one more notch…that is if you want to” I couldn’t possibly imagine what he had in mind. I was absolutely in awe of what we had done so far, so if we still had one more level to go, I wasn’t sure I could take the overstimulation of my senses. “You want to really let go of your inner pig…this is the best thing there is.” He reached into his black back again, and pulled out two thin syringes with an orange cap on the end. I was puzzled, because the last syringe was much bigger, so I didn’t know if it was a smaller dose to just bring the action back up a little, or if this was something totally different. “Okay, let me tell you about this, and then you can tell me if you want to keep going or not”. This syringe has a needle. So this dose of tina will go right into a vein. It’s called “slamming.” It’s just like getting a shot at the doctor, or giving a blood sample. “That doesn’t sound too bad” I timidly replied. “Well…this will definitely take you one level higher than the booty bump. You will feel this rush in your entire body, you will immediately feel the Tina take effect, and I guarantee, you will be amazed at how fast you let go of all your inhibitions….do you still trust me?” “Yes” I answered. “Then trust me, I think you will like this a lot. I will make sure that it’s quick, painless, and I will be here to make sure you stay calm enough to truly enjoy the amazing rush.” “Okay” I said…but I might not be able to watch, I don’t do so well with needles. “No worries”, he said. “You do whatever you want. Let’s get you out of the sling though, because I want to do you first, and then I want you to go kneel down over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air. I will then do my slam, and come over and take good care of your ass while you ride the rush,. “Okay…I’m ready” He went back to his back bag one more time, pulled out a black elastic strip for a tourniquet, and 2 small white envelopes…alcohol prep pads. He came back over to me, with the syringe, pulled my arm out and looked in the crook for a vein. He quickly tapped the large vein, and then started to wrap the black elastic around my upper bicep. My vein started to bulge, and my heart was already racing with a little bit of excitement, and a lot of nerves. He opened the alcohol prep pad, and gently wiped it over the inside of my arm. I was scared to watch…but I couldn’t help it. I was fascinated. It was like my leather daddy was getting ready to give me a shot…like a nurse. It was somehow, very touching, like he was taking care of me…and all of a sudden all of my worry melted away. I kept watching as he took the orange cap off of the syringe, and exposed the tiny thin needle. He turned the syringe upside down, and flicked it on the side to knock the air bubbles out of it. He looked at me deep in my eyes, smiled again, and asked “ready?” I nodded yes. Okay..turn your head if you want. “I’m okay” I said. “I trust you”. He gently placed the tip of the needle at the edge of my vein, and I took a deep breath. He gently eased it in, with only a slight pinch, and then I felt a little pop as the needle went into the vein. I kept watching intently. He pulled back slightly on the syringe, and I saw a wispy red cloud rush into the syringe. He took the tourniquet off my arm with his other hand in a single soft pull, looked at me one more time, and said, “Here you go baby, this is gonna be intense…you might have a cough..But that’s normal…it’s the tina hitting your blood and your lungs, don’t be scared…just enjoy it.” “Okay…go for it” He slowly started to push the plunger downward, and the reddish liquid started to disappear into my vein. I immediately started to feel a tingle all over my body…like when you put your tongue on the end of a nine volt battery. The more of the slam that went in, the more I tingled...I got this warm all over rush, and my chest started to expand with a heavy breath. I felt my eyes open wide, and my ass squeezed so tight, if there had been anything in there I would have snapped it in half. The last bit of liquid in the syringe went into my arm, and then I suddenly felt the uncontrollable cough. Two coughs…and then I WAS SOARING!!! SHIT! SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!. He pulled the needle out and immediately covered the skin with the alcohol pad. He lifted my arm above my head, and then reached around the start digging at my ass with his giant meaty paws. OH GOD!! I NEED YOU IN MY ASS! “Feel good Baby?” “FUCK YEAH” OH SHIT..that’s all I could say. I started to feel my legs go week. “Go kneel over the couch, get your ass lubed up real good…I’m on my way” I staggered over, reached for the giant bottle of lube, pouring out more than I could control. I leaned over the couch and started shoving lube into my hungry hole, stretching it open, shoving fingers in, and trying to get my whole hand in. I was in ecstasy…I was finally out of control, feeling piggy as all hell, and ready for anything. I didn’t even notice my leather daddy administer his own slam, until I heard his own cries and groans of pleasure suddenly shout from behind me. “Oh, yeah….piggy….let me work that ass” “Yes sir!” He came from behind be and I saw his had come over my head; he handed me the bottle of poppers, and then reached for the giant bottle of lube. “Take a good long hit…you are about to be sent into a whole ne w world.” I took the deepest hit of poppers that I had ever taken…and I held it deep in my lungs…like the pot smoke from earlier…and suddenly I felt my entire ass just relax and open up like molten lava, and I felt my daddy’s hands working to stretch my ass open. First it was three fingers….then four…..then another mind numbing hit of poppers, and then I lost all awareness of anything…all I know is that my ass had never felt more full. I was gyrating my hips, and wagging my piggy tail like I needed to get my hungry hole filled with a buffet of anything that was in reach. I suddenly felt my ass stretch just a bit far..and then a soft pop, or suction sound. I had his whole FIST! HOLY SHIT! I WAS IN HEAVEN!! I screamed in pleasure, my daddy was yelling encouragement… and I had never been so wildly out of control. He flipped me around to the front of the couch, laid me on my back, held my feet above my head with one hand, and handed me the poppers again with the other. I took another hit…and then so did he…and I couldn’t get his fist in my ass again fast enough. I was riding his fist, and then his forearm, and then suddenly I started to let go with a *******ial spray of piss all over my chest…he grabbed my dick with his free hand, and held it up so that it sprayed all over my face, and then his. It had a bitter taste…the first time I’d ever tasted piss. “”That’s tina piss boy..It’ll keep you flying high too…but I’m not taking my hand out of your ass yet ..but when I do…it will be so I can shove my dick up your hungry hole, and piss my tina right back into you” He kept his word…he fisted me to the point of an uncontrollable orgasm…I didn’t even touch my dick..and it was still soft…but I was coming all over myself. It was mixing with the damp piss stains on my stomach. He gently pulled his fist out of my hot hungry ass, and then shoved his dick in. He looked down at me, and with an amazing softness, he stared right thru to my soul, I started to actually tear up, and cry with absolute abandon. It was the most beautifully hot and touching closeness I had ever felt to another person in my entire life. I trusted him, and he took me placed I never knew existed. And then, just as I was catching my breath, and stopping my tears…he leaned in close, whispered once again…”good pig”, and then kissed me gently on the lips….it was then that I started to feel the warm tina piss filling up my hot hungry ass…and my soul nearly left my body, and floated up to my new slamming soul mate.

I've always liked older hairy guys, just just how it is, love to puff up with em and breed them. So here I am a daddy to a hot boy and loving it... How did this happen? Well a couple months ago I was driving home from work, it was winter, pissing down with rain and dark early because of it. The rain was so heavy that I was driving slowly in the medium traffic so when I got to the main intersection that leads out of the city and to my small town, to find it jammed up I wasnt surprised and just settled back for the long wait. Then inching forward I noticed standing in the pooring rain a guy absolutely drenched and shivering, I watched him for a bit and he didn't seem homeless, if anything he seemed lost. I watched an asshole pull a move that sprayed water from the road across the kid and that's when I was sure he was crying. A softie at heart I pulled up close wound down my window and said "hey kid... You OK?" He didn't know what to do so I reassured him im a nice guy who just wants to help, and after some coaxing he finally came to my window. I asked again if he was alright and he burst out crying, "my parents just found out I'm Gay and kicked me out, I dobby have any money or anywhere to go, I dont know what to do". So I opened the door and told him to get out of the rain, he did it instinctively, not thinking about how dangerous it could be, but luckily I had no plans on hurting just helping. Once inside I threw him my gym towel which couldn't have smelt that great after a week, but he gladly used it to dry off and I'm pretty sure he took awiff of two. Gary boy for sure I thought. Right then the light changed and my time to get on the freeway came, so I took it, "sorry kid I had to go out I would have caused more of a jam ". I told him he could come to my place and get warm tonight and it is help him to work out what to do in the morning. I could tell he was well brought up when he said thank you sir, and was very humble. On the way home I told him i too was Gay and had been kicked out when I was a kid and that it gets better. I hoped he would see I wasn't going to harm him and genuinely just wanted to help. He slowly opened up about how he had been seen kissing a boy age his Mormon parents had freaked out. How he had nothing but the clothes on his back and a credit card his mom had slipped him as he was leaving. So I said in the mourning keys to get ya some necessities then and we'll look for somewhere for you to stay. The boy got a little more comfortable and I told him my name was Adam Jones when he said his was Billy Turner. Then he started to ask about me, my job, did I have a boyfriend, where I lived, was it alone, and I happily answered including I was single since my husband had died 4 years ago and that I lived alone. He asked what my husband was like and I happily described my hot otter hubby and how we were the same age of 41 when he had died from cancer. The boy looked sad, but I wasn't sure it was for me or for himself, so I moved the conversation on, asking if the boy he kissed was his boyfriend. He giggled and said no, he didn't really like him but wanted to kiss a guy so bad since he was 18 and still hadn't done it. "so you're a virgin?" I asked a bit too directly and he turned red ages said yes. I reassured him some more and he was just admitting that because of his sheltered upbringing he didn't know very much about Gay sex at all, when I turned into my drive and we ran inside. Once in my my nice modern bungalow I showed him around and where the spare room and first bathroom were. Told him to give me his clothes so I could put them in the dryer while he showered and I made some dinner. To my surprise without hesitation he stripped buck naked and did just as he was told. That was the first moment I had a real good look at him, athletic little lean muscular twink otter with a hairy chest and fuzzy ass. My cock twitched, this is not my type at all I thought as he turned and headed to the bathroom. I dismissed the thought with it must have been too long since I got laid as I put his stuff in the dryer. 20 minutes later id decided not to cook and to get pizza delivered when the kid came back out wearing what was clearly a pair of my far too big shorts and a tshirt. I laughed at the cute look and said what are you doing. "I didn't think mine would be dry yet and yours seemed so comfy" "fair enough" I agreed and told him about the pizza then I grabbed two beers and we headed to the living room. I offered him one and he was surprised, he'd never had alcohol before, but after telling him to take it slow he was quick to sit on the couch seat closest to my recliner. What followed was a little awkward silence until the alcohol started to hit the kid abs he started telling me all about his fucked up family and religion, and how all he knew was when he looked at guys he got hard and and not once with girls even with his girlfriend that he convinced he wanted to wait for marriage... Until they broke up. The pizza soon arrived and once we were back in his seats the kids questions started to come out. Starting from simple things like where to meet guys and losing, it slowly got more graphic as I answered honestly. Soon I was explaining about blow jobs and anal sex, top and bottom, and then he asked what I liked. I explained I'm a top and that I like bareback sex, about how condoms made me go limp, about how i was poz undetectable and what that meant for bottom guys, and how I loved to breed guys. I told him I was usually into men my age and that it had been a while since I'd been with someone. Billy was curious to know how to tell if he was a top or a bottom and I happily explained sometimes you don't know until you do it, sometimes you sorta have to be bottom because your dick is small, and sometimes guys work it out buy playing with their own asses when they wank. The alcohol had the kid being far too honest when he admitted that his dick was only four inches and he loved to play with his ass... And that didn't just make my cock twitch... It grew a little. When he asked I proudly answered 10"uncut and thick, and that bottoms loved it. He was quick to say he'd love to see it and I laughed, saying maybe someday. Soon the conversation was back on him and what it was like to bottom for the first time. I explained how it usually hurt a lot the first time, but that if you had the guts to keep it inside until the pain passed it would start to feel good soon after. I explained how big cocks hurt more but felt better because they get your prostate. And how bareback with silicone lube felt the best because rubbers and water based lube would easily dry out and start hurting. I offered how lots of guys would drink or use other things to help them take it, like pot or meth or poppers. And although his first response was "I don't want to do drugs" he kept asking n more now details including if I ever did them and what I liked. I explained how I enjoyed a little puff with someone nice as long as I had a viagra because it would often screw up a tops hard on. And how I was careful not to do it too often but that it was a huge amount of fun when I did. And then came the big question... "do you think I'm good looking... Sir?" My cock stirred some more and I thought, fuck it, let's see if I can get this virgin ass. "yeah, you're cute as hell, not my normal type, but very hot. You wouldn't want this old guy though especially not to puff up and loose your virginity". Billy turned red. I smiled and was about to change the subject when he blurted out "yes I would, you're like my dream man". I smiled a big smile, and said "why don't you come sit on my lap here boy... And we'll talk about it some more". To be continued

When I was on prep, I didn’t get pozzed. When I stopped taking prep, I got pozzed.

I absolutely love my hubby to be fucked by other guys I can be a cuckold at times , I love to come home to hear a guy pounding his arse upstairs in our bed and love to sneak upstairs to watch , once a guy tied me to a chair pissed on me and made me watch as he fucked my hubby and verbally humiliated me while he did , then got me to suck clean his cock after . Hubby has an ex boyfriend who also fucks him when I am at work and I love to fuck his cum filled hole when I get home from work while my hubby tells me I graphic detail how he enjoyed his ex fucking him makes me cum so hard

I'm ok with all those options as long as the cum is going inside. I guess technically, with the wanking into open mouth option, there's the catastrophic possibility of him missing your mouth which is just a complete waste. Have you ever watched those gloryhole porn vids where during the cumshot the sucker behind the wall basically misses like 70% of the cum? It's kinda like, he's worked so hard at this task only to just piss away most of the prize imo. Honestly, I'm such a cum fiend, I have no reservations about licking it up almost anywhere I see it. Out of condoms, on bed sheets, off skin, off the towel used for cock wiping, everywhere. It's so subconscious that I think one day I'm gonna get myself in trouble if I spot like a drop of coconut jelly or something similar, and just automatically lick it up like the depraved animal I am

I love it as a guy cums he pushes my head all the way down so his cock is as far down my throat as it will go !!

Your style isn’t annoying at all - you write well. Had you dressed this up as a fiction story and posted it in the story section, I think it would have been well appreciated as such. As a ‘confessional’, though, it sort of asks people to look at it in a different light. And as you can tell, you’re not the only one with a ‘needlessly overthinking personality’. I might as well have that tattooed onto my forehead. Actually, I can relate to it very much, because if I’m being completely honest, that’s exactly the kind of Top I take the greatest gratification from servicing. I want the Top using me to be totally focused on his own desire and pleasure, and to feel free to achieve the fullness of his sexual expression and aggression through his enjoyment of my body and mind. I usually find it a bit tiresome if he’s not being selfish. I’m perhaps a bit different in that way, though, than a cumdump bottom who is less a dedicated service bottom and more in it for his own gratification; it’s harder to victimize someone like me when I consider the ability to use me that way as simply a service I offer. The Top can enjoy indulging in his aggression on me, without doing harm to someone who might be more easily traumatized by it. I totally recognize that there are such Tops out there, and perhaps that’s why I’m instinctively drawn to them - I’m the symbiotic outlet they need. If it had been me you took instead of the Viking dude, I wouldn’t have blocked you afterward. No, catfishing is not acceptable, and if the anon guy really did commit some egregious false advertising, you could reasonably be put off by it. Enough to go full psychopath? Maybe not so much.

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Chapter 5 He discovered many different feelings, both physical and emotional. He had one last new feeling to discover tonight. He had the Pig put a towel on the foot stool. He then instructed him to kneel on it and then put his hands on the floor. In this position his ass was at the perfect height and being head down like that gravity would pull any liquids into his bowels. Plus, it would enable his cock to get deeper and hopefully hit new spots to torment the Pig’s insides. He got behind the Pig and stared penetrating his very vulnerable ass. The Pig said “ This feels weird “. The Top said “ Yes, but I think I am hitting different areas in your hot little cunt “. This was the first time he referred the Pig’s ass as a cunt. He slipped and didn’t know how he would take to it. The Pig replied with “ Yes. Fucking knock my cunt up “. He was really into the act now. The Top started Pushing deep, hearing the whimpers and grunts of the Pig. This just spurred him on more. He felt on the brink and asked the Pig “ You want my baby makers in your cunt Pig ?” The Pig said “ Yes. Rip up my cunt. Impregnate me “. With that he pushed as deep as he could get. He knew at this position the Pig was feeling him bang against his second ring. The Pig was grunting loud saying “ I can feel you pulsing in me. Fill me up, every last drop “. When he was done cuming he stayed in the Pig’s ass and told him to stay still. The Pig was in heat and needed to get his nut but in this position he couldn’t get to his cock without falling. Suddenly he felt a warm flood filling him up. His bowels seemed to be getting filled with something warm. It was then that he figured his Top friend was pissing in him and at this angle with his ass elevated t was going deep, very deep. He was excited at first then concerned that it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. The Top said “ Another new thing for you tonight. Couple loads of cum in your ass and now piss”. The Top started pulling out and aid “ Don’t spill a drop Pig “. He knew that at that angle the Mix would be pulled deeper than normal. He hadn’t told the Pig that earlier this morning and right before he arrived he was hitting the glass pipe. He was sure that there would be some Meth in the piss an the Pig would feel it sooner than later. The Top grabbed a butt plug and worked it into the Pig’s ass. All the Pig said is that it felt like it was pushing the mix deeper. The Top told him to keep it in longer. To help him he stared rubbing the Pig’s butt cheeks and then he reached around and massaged the Pig’s belly. He wanted to give the chem piss a good chance to be absorbed. He figured after 15 minutes enough would be absorbed to really get him on his first Meth trip. This was part of his plan to make sure the Pig would be hooked on anal play and crave more. The Top reached between the Pig’s legs and stared slowly milking the Pig’s semi hard 6” cock. The Pig stared saying how great that felt but that the pressure in his guts was getting stronger. The Top said “Concentrate on the Feeling on your cock. How sensitive it is “. The top grabbed the poppers and put them to the Nose of the Pig and instructed him to inhale deeply and hold it. After a few hits the pig said he was getting dizzy. The Top wasn’t sure if it was from being upside down, the Poppers or the ‘ magic ‘ piss that by now had to be being absorbed. The Top wasn’t sure if he could get the Pig off. His cock was softer and he knew that the Chem piss was starting to work in the Pig. He started milking the Pig’s cock like a cow’s udder. The Pig said his cock has never felt so sensitive. To help the Pig get off the Top reached up and stared manipulating the plug in the Pig’s ass. That seemed to help because the Pig started rocking his hips to fuck the plug in his ass. It was at this time the Top wished he had brought a bigger plug. He wondered how much more the Pig could take in his cunt. He saw precum start dripping out of the Pig’s cock. He knew the plug in the Pig’s ass was hitting his prostate and that when he bent the plug. It had been over 20 minutes since the Top pissed in the Pig’s ass. He knew the chem piss would be working it’s magic by now. Everything he felt so far will drive him to crave anything up his ass by anyone. It will eventually drive him into some of the most depraved actions that can be had by a true Bottom pig fagot. He had no idea how far or where these cravings would take him, he just knew he needed more. He was now truly addicted to anal play and soon submission.

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Had to do a late drive the other night…I’d been to seen my brother and left his bout 11.50pm …its only a 2.5 hour drive home and I wasn’t rushing. Got to a services on and needed coffee and a piss. Was at the urinal when I noticed a bloke three down was just stood there dick out looking at me. …I wasn’t sure he was after some so went to my wash hands ..this time he stood right next to me …it was now bout 01.10 and there was no one in the place …I said “alright mate” …he said “yeah and was I looking?” …I’m proper slow sometimes but I finally was like “yeah mate could be” He then looks round see if the coast is clear and grabs my arse..leans in and snogs me. He’s in his 40s I think ..bit chubby and looks hairy …beard balding but good daddy vibes 😜 Great kisser …any how he takes me in to one of the shower rooms (its a services that cater for a lot of HGV drivers) …its a bit damp but clean in there and we strip …both bollock naked snogging and wanking …he says “you want fucking mate?” …im a bit hesitant cos I haven’t cleaned out but think im prob good to go …so say “yeah” …”nice one” Bit more wanking and bend over to suck his thick dick …bit musky …nice …loads of pre-cum and his foreskin slides back easy …he’s reaching my hole with a wet finger …”turn round mate” I do and brace myself n the shower cubicle …he rubs his wet dick on my hole “you clean mate?” He asks ….”yeah think so” …”what it bare?” He asks …all the while rubbing my hole …im like “fuck yeah mate” …but still he’s not going for it …still rubbing and really turning me on…”you on prep mate?” …”yeah …why you poz ?” …that’s when he finally pops the head of his cock in me and slowly pulls me on to him …”yeah mate i am" …he fucks me slow and steady for a good while …and I'm proper getting off on it …my cock is drooling pre-cum and cum he’s hitting the spot …then picks up the pace …”bloody hell mate your arse is fantastic”…im wanking and about to blow when he pulls me on to him and blows a big load in me and it make me shoot my load on the wall …he slowly pumps my are a couple more times and pulls out. I wipe my arse with a tissue pleased to see just cum …and we get dressed …he’s like “your a hot lad ..thanks for the fuck mate” …and other small talk …find out he’s been poz for about 6 months and so far I was the first lad to let him cum inside since he started telling people …he’s not long been telling them …nice bloke …very nice fuck we swapped numbers

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

First, CONGRATS on regaining your health, and what sounds like a prognosis full of hope for a long, productive life. It sounds like you were able to make the right decisions, given the correct information. Your relative also had a far longer life than he might have - your family must possess very strong genes - and he too lived a long life, with the ability to choose how and when he left this plane of existance. How very, very fortunate for him, and the rest of his loved ones. Most fortunate of all, it seems as though the medical people were caring and compassionate of their patients first and foremost, and worried about other, ancillary issues secondly. I'm very glad you experienced these medical folks that put humanity first, and understood how crucial that is to the patient and the survivors. Thanks for the reply.

these old bugaboos bring me back to my (late) salad days. the idea that hiv does not exist is the most pernicious. i am wondering if Q started that one as a teenager. hiv is just what it has been shown to be. and as far as transmission, there were plenty of warnings inside (kramer) and outside the community (mathilde krimm?) that a virus could come along and turn out to be devestating, and incurable. several have come along, including AIDS, but the right would have you think that only hiv was spread by humans. ignore this crap, and follow what the scientists and doctors tell us to do.

The slow fucking drives me crazy but I love it!!

Chapter 6 Everything he felt so far will drive him to crave anything up his ass by anyone. It will eventually drive him into some of the most depraved actions that can be had by a true Bottom pig fagot. He had no idea how far or where these cravings would take him, he just knew he needed more. He was now truly addicted to anal play and soon submission. The Pig was ass up and the Top was stroking his half limp cock. He didn’t know if he could get the Pig off because he could tell the Meth piss was hitting him full on. The Pig was really trying to get off and at the same time get more stimulation in his ass that was in desperate need. The Top never stopped milking the shrinking cock as he knew if he did the chance that he could get the Pig to climax would be gone. He also knew that is he did get him off the climax would be so strong that the Pig would easily be hooked on meth and become a slave to the enhancements it could bring. The Top gabbed the nut sack and gently squeezed it and increased the pressure until the Pig told him it hurt. He figured down the road someone would teach him the true meaning of S&M and CBT. With that he slapped the Pig’s ass and then hit the base of the plug a few times. This was all the Pig needed and his cock started spewing cum out. There wasn’t a lot of cum but the way the Pig was howling you would this it was the end of the word. It might have been for the Pig because he would never be going back to the vanilla sex he was used to, he knew the Pig was starting down the road of a Chem slut. The Top helped the Pig up. He figured between the vicious orgasm, being head down for so long and the chems he would need help. The Pig got up and was very shaky. The Top helped him sit down on the bed. The Pig laid back and whimpered, he had forgot about the plug up his ass. He rolled on his side to ease the pressure. The Top asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom to get the plug out and let out the Top’s piss. The Pig told him the piss wasn’t pushing on him anymore and he wanted to catch his breath and that his heart was still pounding. The Top knew that it had been long enough that any Meth in the piss was now fully absorbed not the Pig’s system. It probably wasn’t a lot but to a newbie it would be enough to break down some of his personal barriers. The Top told the Pig to get cleaned up and rest when he could. He also handed him a bottle of water and told him he must be dehydrated because he was sweating a lot. The top said the room was good until the morning at 11 an that he could stay the night. The Top got dressed and left. After about 30 minutes the Pig got up and went to the bathroom, he pulled the plug out. It felt strange when it popped out but not much of anything came out. He took a cool shower to help with the heat in his body. He went and laid down but there was a strange craving in his abdomen that he had never felt before. He tried to rest but all he could think of was the wonderful feeling he had when his Top friend was working his butt and fucking him. He opened his tablet and went to some of the Adult sites he used to browse and dream about. He posted a ‘ Play Now ‘ add in one of them and a few minutes later he had a guy responding to it. It was a Black guy sawing he had a BBC about 8” and thick to use on him. He also said he needed a white piece of ass to nut in. The Pig was intrigued by the response and without thinking he gave the BBC his hotel and room number. The BBC said he wanted him to have the door unlocked, lights out and expected the Pig to be face down and ass up. The pig had read stories about this and it always excited hm. He got a Message from the BBC that he was in the parking lot and coming up. The Pig made sure the door was unlocked, turned u the lights except for the bathroom and got into position. He herd the door open and close. He could hear the BBC moving around. Then he felt a big cold finger probing his tender hole. It was big and ruff. It craped the hole but even this felt great. The Pig started moaning and moving his ass to try to get more of the finger up in him. The BBC said “ You are a bitch in heat “ The Pig replied “ You have no idea “ . At this point the Pig thought about some of the stories he had read about and was actually reliving some of them. His desires were out of control, he was lost in the euphoria it all. The BBC pulled his finger out of the Pig and removed his clothing. He placed the head of his fat cock at the entrance to the Pig’s ass. Even though the hole was tender the Pig craved o get violated once again. The BBC pushed his cock into the pig’s ass. He hit some resistance at first and then the Hole opened up like a flower needing to be picked. He got the head in and part of his cock. The hole was slippery with the cum that hadn’t been absorbed and the BBC pulled back to the dismay of the Pig. The Pig whimpered “ No, I need it. Please put it back “. The BBC said “ What ever you want Pig, but once I start I don’t stop”. The pig replied “ Perfect. Do it “. The BBC said he was going to take a pic of his ass with the head of his cock in the hole. The Pig was OK with this. After the pics were taken the BBC grabbed the Pig’s hIps on both sides and said “ Yeah, I nice Lilly whit ass for my big black cock to rip up. I am going to split you in half Pig”. With that he pulled the hips back and pushed his cock back into the Pig’s cunt and went balls deep. The Pig whimpered “ Oh shit. That is bigger than I though it would be. “ The BBC said “ Yeah. I own this useless piece of meat from now on “. He started Fucking the Pig with deep hard thrusts. A couple times the pig said “ not so hard. Your to ig. Please go easy “. This just stirred the BBC to pound him harder and cause him more pain. It wasn’t long before the BBC announced that he was about to cum. The Pig realizing that the BBC was bare up his ass said “ Not in my ass, Please not there “. The BBC replied “ To bad Pig. I already dumped a small load in our ass and not here comes the Big one”. With that the BBC shoved balls deep and emptied a load into the guts of the Pig. The Pig was whining and whimpering saying “ Your to deep, it hurts my insides “. The BBC replied “ A bitch always hurts when she is getting bred right “. The pig remembered what the Top friend had said and agreed that this is the way it will go from now on.

THE WEEKEND I figured Zeus and Sleeper had gone off for some private time, but was happy to see them return. I didn’t think either one of them would be careless but I couldn’t help the worry taking up a small space in the back of my mind. They returned subdued and I wondered what had happened because Sleeper wasn’t walking with his usual swagger. “What’s going on, guys?” I asked. Sleeper looked at Zeus and although he remained expressionless there was a deep undercurrent of uncertainty and sadness that radiated from his posture. “We need to talk to you, buddy.” Sleeper replied. I nodded. If Sleeper wanted to talk, this wasn’t something minor. My best friend wasn’t someone who found it difficult to sort out his own head. “Somewhere private then. We don’t have a lot of time. How about outside on the benches? Less chance our voices will carry.” Walking out the door the brothers all glanced at us. I made a motion with my hand to let them know I’d handle it. I could tell they’d noticed Zeus and Sleeper’s odd behavior and wanted to help. I selected a spot far enough away from the group of smokers getting their final cigarette of the night. Until Airborne it hadn’t occurred to me that the Bravos didn’t have a single smoker which I found curious. That defied the odds. After sitting down, I asked Zeus first. “Buddy, what’s wrong?” Zeus’s broad shoulders sank, his eyes refused to stray from the ground in front of him. The uncharacteristically quiet night was chilly. “I’m being bad again.” The fog from our breathing seemed to linger longer than it should as if it held the weight of our feelings. Sleeper shook his head and an angry look crossed his face. It passed quickly. He reached out and put his hand on Zeus’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Gabriel. This is my fault. We shouldn’t have taken our walk.” Of course I was curious. But I didn’t need to know the particulars to understand that Zeus’s issue wasn’t what happened on the walk, it was deeper. I read the signs: Sleeper was upset on behalf of Zeus, not because of him. Zeus was dealing with something that he would never blame Sleeper for and it sounded like he was blaming himself. “Gabriel, look at me, please.” I said. When Zeus looked up, his eyes glistened with unshed tears. This giant, capable soldier looked like a lost little boy and I couldn’t understand how someone who was so much larger than life could shrink himself down to appear so pitiful. “You aren’t bad, Gabriel. What do you want? What does your heart tell you?” Zeus shifted his gaze to Sleeper, and tears fell silently from his eyes. I had to force myself to breathe through the overwhelming wave of sadness that bordered on despair that hit me. “You love Sleeper.” I said and sighed. I knew this was coming. I didn’t think Sleeper would break this gentle man’s heart, but I hadn’t had a chance to have that talk with my best friend like I wanted. I studied Sleeper’s face, his body language. He wasn’t holding back from Zeus, in fact his hand had moved up to stroke Zeus’s handsome broken face, his thumb wiping the tears that fell. No, Sleeper hadn’t broken Zeus’s heart. He cared deeply about Zeus. “And you, Sleeper? What are you thinking?” Sleeper shrugged, his eyes never leaving Zeus’s face. “I love him back. I figured that out tonight. I’d do anything for him, but I don’t know how to fix this.” He said softly. I tilted my head. “Fix what? Nothing needs to be fixed. You love each other.” “Assmunch, the Army -“ Sleeper started. “So what?” I interrupted him. “Do you think you’re the only ones who have to hide? This isn’t about a stupid policy. Look, at some point there’s always going to be a conflict with what the Army wants and what you want. My dad had to face that decision more than once. Sometimes he chose the Army. Sometimes he had to choose his family. That’s something you figure out when it comes up. This… this is about something else for Zeus.” Sleeper took a breath. “It won’t work, Andrew. And Gabriel doesn’t want to break the rules.” Maybe it was my recent reconciliation with Kevin, maybe it was because I was still basically a kid, but I felt they shouldn’t just give up. A wiser, older me may have agreed with Sleeper’s assessment. Yeah, Sleeper was just Sleeper about it, rolling with the punches and recognizing when he was out matched. In sports you learned to accept defeat without internalizing it and used it as a lesson to correct your mistakes so that you could come back and fight better the next time. But Zeus didn’t seem to have learned any of that. In fact, Zeus appeared to give up the fight before he even stepped on the mat. “Zeus, why do you have scars all over you?” I asked him. Zeus looked down at his big hands which were gripping his thighs. “I was bad. I had to be punished.” That much I figured out already. The real question was why… and who. “What did you do?” It didn’t seem possible, but Zeus shrunk down even further until he looked small and helpless. I could swear he was a child in that moment, no older than 12, weak, uncertain, his voice was no longer broad and deep, no rumbling vibration caressed my body when he spoke about growing up and his brother. Sleeper and I exchanged frequent alarmed stares as we listened to what had been done to our friend. He quoted Bible verses often as a way to explain, but the worst part was the slow progression of how his spirit had been torn apart and crushed which he related without understanding what had been stolen from him by his brother’s ever increasing cruelty. Zeus remembered every strapping. They began with legitimate but minor infractions (still not worthy of being whipped by a thin leather rein, even so). Then gradually they occurred for things Zeus couldn’t help or had no control over. After a few years Ezekiel began whipping him for things that weren’t mistakes or misbehavior and it became apparent Zeus was simply a target on which Ezekiel could express his anger and cruelty. “I wasn’t supposed to…” “A man should always…” “The Bible says…” “It was my fault….” “I didn’t listen…” “It was his job to teach me…” “I had to learn…” With every repetition it became clearer and clearer that Zeus’s brother Ezekiel was an angry, bitter, cruel man who didn’t actually care about Zeus at all, in spite of his insistence that it was for Zeus’s own good. The events Zeus described were ordinary kid things, not a single one of them were actually bad or malicious. Not closing the screen door all the way… or letting it slam… Zeus got ten straps for that. He interrupted his brother’s work when he was 12 to tell him he’d gotten an award for being the fastest to complete his math tables in the contest that day for his class, so excited and happy that Ezekiel would be proud he’d done so well. He’d gotten 15 straps for stopping Ezekiel’s work, and for not immediately getting to his own chores when he got home. He got whipped for giving his favorite horse a half a carrot one day. He got whipped for not wanting to be whipped. Holy. FUCKING. HELL. I don’t know how Zeus had survived all that without being completely broken. I wanted to kill. I’d always wondered if the time came when I saw real combat if I had it in me to actually kill another human being. Some soldiers don’t, you know. Some soldiers never fire a single round in combat. Others will fire, but deliberately miss. Look it up, it’s a common battlefield problem. But now, I had no uncertainty. Oh, I fucking had it in me, I could absolutely put a fucking bullet right through the center of Ezekiel’s skull. I’d gladly watch his black, oily, evil brain splatter as the round exited the back of his worthless head. A bullet was too good for him, though. The words of Gutter, the Army Ranger who’d instructed us for that week in Germany came back to me. “Your kill should be cold, it shouldn’t be personal. Your enemy is an obstacle, that’s all. If you’re angry, if you want him to suffer, you care about him too much.” I couldn’t be cold about this. I felt like throwing up. What kind of person could whip a little kid until he bled? Sleeper was furious, and tears were coming out of his eyes at the same time. His breath was coming in deep, shaky, heaving snorts like the whuff of a bull about to charge. I felt that tingling flush across my body as I finally put the last piece of Zeus’s puzzle together in my head. If I had admired Zeus before, now I felt what I can only describe as a righteous, protective love that raged through me like a violent thunderstorm mixed with an intense pride at the strength it must have taken to come out the other side as probably the most upright, decent man I’d ever met. That he could still feel anything good was a miracle and it only emphasized that Zeus was greater than us all. He’d endured years of abuse that was worse than torture. I understood how Puppy Dog Zeus could share this massive body with serious, quiet, masterful Zeus. What had been done to him froze a part of his mind at a child’s age before it formed adult thoughts, the happy part before the pain. There was no happiness for Zeus after his father died and Ezekiel took over. Every piece of happy in him was a child’s version of happy. In spite of his brother’s insistence that he become a man, Ezekiel’s actions ensured Zeus would never fully become one. Zeus was faking it all, doing what he’d been told without understanding why men acted like men. Knowing the rules, and knowing WHY there were rules were two very different things. The former you followed blindly, the latter you reasoned through so you could judge when the rules were appropriate and necessary, and when they didn’t serve the situation. This wasn’t about being good, and being bad. Zeus would never truly know the difference until he saw it from a different perspective than he’d been brainwashed through torture to learn. “Gabriel. Do you love Addison?” I asked him, struggling to keep my anger hidden from my voice. Zeus nodded. “If Addison did something bad…something truly bad, like stealing, would you give him a strapping to teach him a lesson?” Zeus looked up in fright. Then he looked at Sleeper. Shaking his head fast, he said “No, I could never hurt Addison. Never.” “What about me? Would you give me a strapping if you caught me stealing?” Zeus didn’t answer as fast, which was good. I needed him to think about it. I watched his eyes roam off. I wanted to actually chuckle because I could see his face screw up like a kid’s when they tried to think their way through something difficult. Ah, it was good to find some joy in all this darkness. Puppy Dog Zeus was just that - pure joy. It just made me love this big man more. So many of us lose the habits and mannerisms of youth, or learn to suppress them. I saw it happening in my little brother Tim. I felt another wave of understanding come to me about my parents and my Dad in particular. How you want your kids to grow up, but have to watch the exuberant joy of youth gradually fade, and how it becomes a battle inside you between wanting that joy to stay around as long as possible and resigning yourself to teaching them to bury it or hide it so the harsh realities of life won’t hurt them too badly. You have to walk a razor thin line balancing your love of who they are with what you want them to become. Once again, I found myself thanking my Dad for the lessons he taught me while letting me decide how to manage and control my youthful impulses. And through it all I knew my Mom and Dad loved me, even when they were angry at what I’d done. That time when we’d first moved to Texas and were in base housing and I’d accidentally put a hole in my bedroom wall play wrestling with Tim. Dad was angry, that would cost us money and this was Army property. You didn’t damage someone else’s property with carelessness. We fixed it, together. Dad made me do most of the work which seemed like a lot when I was 10, but I understood now it wasn’t really that difficult. The funny thing was it ended up being one of my favorite memories of Dad and I working together. And he told me when the paint was drying how proud he was of me, how I’d done an excellent job. “No, Andrew. I wouldn’t strap you even though you know stealing is bad.” Zeus finally replied. I wanted to ask him why, but it wasn’t time for him to see that yet. “Okay, but I did a bad thing. Would you let someone else give me a strapping?” Zeus scowled. “No. But I would make you give it back and I would tell you not to do it again.” “So, you wouldn’t strap Sleeper for doing something bad, and you wouldn’t strap me, and you won’t let someone else do it. Is strapping someone a good thing?” I asked. “I mean, hitting people is bad, right?” Zeus screwed up his face again. “You shouldn’t hit people, unless they deserve it.” Ah, good, I thought. Zeus COULD distinguish subtleties. “So, if Sleeper and I did something REALLY bad, REALLY deserved it… then you would give us a strapping?” “Andrew, no. You and Sleeper are good. I really like you. I couldn’t hurt you like that, even if you were really bad.” And my giant God sighed. Now. Maybe. “Gabriel. I don’t think Ezekiel liked you at all. If he loved you, like you love us, he wouldn’t have been able to do that to you, even if you were really bad. What Ezekiel did was bad, Gabriel. It was very bad.” “But…” Zeus trailed off. “Sleeper and I would never, NEVER give you a strapping no matter how bad you were, Gabriel. No one deserves that. Especially a child. You could do the worst thing you could possibly imagine, and we wouldn’t do it. Because we love you. You don’t hurt someone you love. When you love them, you do everything you can NOT to hurt them. Was your brother ever nice to you? Was he ever kind? Did he tell you he loved you?” Again, Zeus was lost in silent thought. His face became more and more troubled. He began blinking rapidly, and I saw his chest start to heave with short, shallow breaths. I think he was starting to panic. Thank God, Sleeper saw it too, and he immediately straddled the bench and pulled Zeus into a tight hug. “I love you, buddy.” I heard Sleeper whisper to him, nuzzling his face into Zeus’s head. “You’re a good man. A very good man.” And Sleeper kept whispering to him, in gentle soothing tones, much of which I couldn’t hear. At possibly the worst time, I heard the crunch of boots on gravel. “Hey boys!” Lance Corporal Potter announced. Something about the Marine’s complete obliviousness to what was happening irritated me. Refusing to read the situation was unforgivable. I shot up and spun around. Private Battles was with him. “No.” I said, staring them down. “Go inside.” “Corporal. Go inside, please, Corporal, I think you meant to say.” I looked at him, letting my eyes blink slowly. What a fucking dickhead. I gave Lance Corporal Dickhead, who could probably pick me up and break my back over his knee, a half grin. “Interesting. I don’t see a uniform. I don’t see a rank insignia. I could check my watch, but I’m going to take a guess and point out we aren’t on duty and it’s after duty hours. Which means if he isn’t in my chain of command I can tell a Marine Lance Corporal anything I want. With respect, Potter, this is Bravo business. Go inside… please.” I gave him credit for letting it go, even though I’d given him the out he still had the presence and grace to take it rather than puffing up. Maybe he was only half a dickhead. A baby dickhead. Like a nub. Lance Corporal Nub. Fuck yeah, he might never know his nickname but I was entertaining the thought of making sure the brothers knew it. He darted a look at Sleeper and Zeus. I thought I read a brief puzzled look of concern cross his face. “Okay. Let us know if you need our help. I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t look good. If you need us, we’ll be with you.” I reluctantly gave him credit for finally reading the situation and actually being a brother about it. Dammit all to fucking hell. I wanted someone to hate right now, someone closer than Zeus’s brother Ezekiel. Potter and Battles could take it, wouldn’t bother them at all if I was to be a dick right back. But then Corporal Nub had to go and be a decent human. I was still going with the nickname, I decided. I’d keep it to myself, but his pathetic attempt to pull rank… a Corporal pulling rank… seriously? That earned him the honor of keeping his nickname. Maybe it was the Lance grade in front of his Corporal, maybe it was that Marine blood. I wasn’t going to waste brain energy trying to figure it out. “Thanks, much appreciated. Zeus is going to be okay. We got his back.” “You know Brickmann, I didn’t get it before, why they’d choose you to be the leader. I think I do now.” And he nodded his head to Battles then went inside the barracks. Battles hung back a moment longer, staring at me with a considering look that reminded me of Kevin taking me apart. I think Battles had the same gears in his head. Hmmm, smart Marines. How unexpected. I think I liked them just a little bit more. I turned around and found Zeus and Sleeper in the same position. Zeus appeared a little less small, less shrunken in on himself. Sleeper was still nuzzled up against his ear with his eyes closed, his legs sandwiching Zeus’s larger hips and thighs. I unbuttoned my uniform shirt and took a quick look around, marking the building, the corners, the roofline, the other tables which were empty. A look behind me indicated no one was coming up the path. “All clear, Sleeper. Go ahead.” And I raised my arms in a big stretching yawn which opened up my shirt and covered three quarters of the view as I stood above them. The kiss I saw almost made me cry. ********** It was a couple minutes to bed check when we got inside. I bobbed my head in a nod to the Bravos at the unspoken question in their looks. They all immediately relaxed and if they weren’t already in their bunks under the blankets they quickly climbed in. I noticed Potter and Battles down the bay and gave them a nod of thanks. Nub and Gears. Maybe I’d let them in on it if we bonded during this course. I was pretty sure they would see the humor in it. Zeus seemed more himself as he walked to his rack. For the first time since I’d known him, Zeus undressed by his rack, hung his uniform in his locker, stripped off his undershirt and pulled out his pajamas. He stood there in just his white boxers. Again, the entire bay came to a stillness. I refused to look away from Zeus’s magnificent body, but if I did I knew I’d see everyone staring eagerly with looks that varied from complete adoration to lust. Just the way his muscles rippled and bunched when he moved was like a siren song that called to you and urged you to sink beneath the waves of his masculine strength. I felt like he was pulling me towards him yet I wasn’t moving, I couldn’t move if I wanted to, not until he told me to. Zeus pulled out his puppy dog pajamas, the ones his mother had sent him. I felt a smile come to my face. Now that I knew a bit more about how Zeus grew up, it was obvious that at least his mother loved him and that she probably hadn’t bought those pajamas for him. She’d probably made them, sewed them herself, which solved the mystery of how you get German Shepard puppy dog pajamas for a beast like Zeus. I’d never seen him put them on before, only ever seen him wear them, but somehow I felt this time was different for him. He paused for a moment and looked at them. He put a hand on one of the puppies that frolicked, stroking it with a couple fingers. He smiled, like a little boy on Christmas Day, lost in some memory of happiness. I had held myself together until then spurred on by anger and determination for my friend. All that left me suddenly as my tears started to fall. I couldn’t help but think that little boy was free now to become a man. We’d have to guide him there, teach him the things that his brother SHOULD have taught him instead of crushing his spirit but this was something the Bravos could do for our God. I knew I would have to stay on my toes. Some of the brothers had some stupid idiot ideas about what men should do. After Zeus dressed he climbed into his bunk. The duty Sergeant had done a bed check and turned out the main lights before leaving. I was almost asleep when Zeus’s voice echoed through the bay. “Good night everyone.” We didn’t say good night in the Army. Not like that, not to everyone. It felt weird, but then I questioned why. There’s nothing wrong with being nice. But then I remembered, if this wasn’t Jump School, we’d have a Sergeant screaming from the end of the bay to shut the fuck up and knock ourselves out or he’d come do it for us. That made me chuckle. “Good night Zeus, go to sleep.” I said back. “Good night John Boy.” Demon called out. Some smart ass from the randoms called out. “Good night Mary Ellen.” Which made everyone laugh. Yeah, like we were The Waltons. Zeus and Holler probably came the closest to being a Walton. Everyone laughed again when Zeus asked “Who’s Mary Ellen?” ******* TOWER WEEK The second week of the Army Basic Airborne Course was Tower Week. Everyone in the Bravos had made it through Ground Week. That’s not to say it was easy, we were just at the top of our game. Four of the randoms either dropped or cycled out for one reason or another - injury, unconquerable fear of heights, or lack of physical fitness were the most common reasons for soldiers to fail Ground Week but I couldn’t believe some of the failures were the result of lack of preparation and studying. Part of the course was knowing your equipment and procedure and the Black Hats constantly evaluated your proficiency and knowledge. Where were your hands? What was this part of the harness called? Were you paying attention to your Jumpmaster? We ran everywhere back and forth, barracks, chow, classroom, field. The 34 foot tower was no joke because it was high enough to put the thought in your head that if your equipment failed you’d plummet to your death. Stepping out that door the first time was a moment of faith. The first lesson of the day after our PT run of 3 miles (up from the 2 &1/2 miles during Ground Week) and breakfast was the Suspended Harness and Swing Landing Trainer, or the SLT. On the Suspended Harness were were clipped in to mock parachute riser slips, those two straps that came down from your parachute canopy that you used to guide your movement in the air. Our group and one other, about a hundred troops were all lined up under an open sided metal roofed building that contained overhead lines and hanging lift assemblies from which descended the mock riser slips that we were taught how to attach to our harnesses. Our Black Hats explained where to put our hands, how to grip, how to position our bodies and once again the repetition of keeping our knees and feet together and keeping our head down chin to chest. Frequently and repeatedly we pulled ourselves up from the ground using our grip on the riser slips to hand suspended using only the strength of our arms while the instructor pointed out corrections or what we should focus on. And while it wasn’t exactly groping, no body part was safe from a Black Hat’s hands so you got used to being touched everywhere. The Swing Landing Trainer was next. This was an apparatus similar to the Suspended Harness only with movement. From an eight foot high platform we individually stepped off to swing suspended as we moved horizontally down a zip line that was maybe 20 feet long. Again, we were reminded to keep our feet and knees together. You’d be surprised how easy that was to forget when you had five other things to focus on. That was deliberate, we were told. It had to be ingrained, unconscious, automatic. Feet and knees together was what kept you from a stupid avoidable injury during landing. And we practiced that PLF, the Parachute Landing Fall, again on the SLT but it was different because this time were were actually moving sideways rather than just falling vertically. It was kind of cool, I thought, because you hung swinging back and forth four feet off the gravel pit while the Black Hat called instructions to you and you had no idea when the drop would come. You had to be ready the entire time to execute your PLF. Everything was geared toward muscle memory and being able to do it in your sleep. And trust me, you dreamed about it at night. Over and over again we moved through the line to jump off that platform. By lunch time my groin hurt from the harness straps, and my hips ached. You didn’t always roll when you hit even though you tried. About half the time your feet hit and instead of rolling calves to knees to hips to shoulders you just went feet to hips. We were definitely doing massages again tonight. But after a while I was looking forward to stepping off that platform even though I hadn’t yet been able to ignore the jolt to my groin I knew was coming. Some of the guys were leaning forward to go off instead of a lean and step so they wouldn’t have to experience that jerk at the bottom. Of course they were corrected by the ever watchful Black Hat. We were taught how to detach ourselves from our canopy after laying on the ground. The rest of the morning was ground practice for the mock door mass exit, which thankfully gave our abused bodies a break from the punishment of harness chafe and hip and shoulder beating from the PLF. Fucking hell. The mass exit training involved attaching your static line clip to the anchor line, internalizing the timing of the Airborne Shuffle (that interval of shuffling that your entire line moved at towards the door) which was one second for each soldier, do not rush the door, do not pause at the door. The mock door was just three feet off the ground and it was a free standing actual C-130 door we’d eventually be jumping out of if we made it to Jump Week. The mock door was at the end of a 10 foot long wooden platform with steps and that was where we lined up. It started to feel real. We practiced handing off our static line to the Jumpmaster which was the strap that pulled our parachute out of our packs after we left the aircraft. Lean, step, feet together knees together, hit the ground with both feet, knees and feet together, no PLF, hop away keeping your feet and knees together. Did I mention keep your feet and knees together? Yeah, you should keep your feet and knees together. One of the big lessons was how to hold our static line and position of our arms while doing so. In class we were told a few horror stories of jumpers who got tangled in their static line and it wasn’t pretty. And we finally had our combat gear, our rucks, clipped to our harness below our reserve chute. “You will not pause at the door.” The Black Hat said to the group gathered by the platform. “Move forward in a smooth controlled shuffle. Follow the instructions of the Jumpmaster exactly and watch for his go. Your secondary Jumpmaster will control you with his hands towards the exit door.” The Jumpmaster was the Instructor who manned the exit door. There were actually two, one at the door to grab your static line and a secondary three steps away to do a final visual equipment check and verify you were clipped onto the anchor line properly with your arm in the right position and keep you moving. “It helps if you keep time in your head as the soldiers in front of you move - shuffle, step, exit. Shuffle, step, exit. Shuffle, step, exit. Do NOT touch or adjust your equipment as you move towards the exit. Keep your left hand firmly on your static line until the Jumpmaster pulls it from your hand. RELEASE your static line when he grabs it, NOT BEFORE. Your combat gear will feel unbalanced and awkward where it hangs from your harness down in front of you as you climb the steps but YOU ARE NOT TO LIFT IT OR MOVE IT IN ANY WAY. By this time you should know not to talk as you move toward your jump.” This would be the first time we practiced with our rucks clipped to the front of our harnesses and they hung in front of our thighs down just below our knees. The taller you were, the fewer problems you had, so Weeble was going to have a tough time of it. Between his helmet, main chute pack, his reserve and his ruck you almost couldn’t see a soldier. We were positioned in line in no specific order. I was in the rear of our group, not dead last but five men away. The morning was cold but it had warmed up to 42 degrees and it was grey and overcast. Everyone seemed eager for this. This was the last piece of the process of jumping. We’d been trained and practiced landing, moving, and exiting. After this we’d put it all together for mass exit training from the 34 foot tower. And after lunch, that was the rest of our day until 1600 hrs when we had to inspect then secure our gear and equipment and return it to the building where we’d pick it up again the next day. In spite of the amount of time we spent standing around waiting to practice our exit, we were all pretty exhausted. In the Airborne course we were of course free and at liberty after evening chow and some of the students went off for various fun or activities on the base. We’d all learned the first week that timing was important. The base gym was busiest just after 1700 hours, up until 1900 hours. So the Bravos tended to barracks duties until then. Our two Marines and the Navy Corpsman attached themselves to the brotherhood and had started to become unofficial members of the Bravos. Even though we were dragging ass, we still ran the mile and a half distance to the gym in our workout clothes. Half of the Bravos were focused on keeping up their general fitness and endurance, like Bootlicker, Wanker, Holler, Demon and Shark. They played half court basketball, did full body exercises on the mats along with pushups and sit-ups. The rest of us did weight training to build size and strength. We all started with some deep stretching using the buddy system to really push to full extension. Currently, I knelt behind Dumbo hugging him to twist his torso while he sat on the mat, holding the stretch. “Breathe, Dumbo.” I reminded him as I pulled him around just a little bit more. “Slow three count in…three count out. Okay, other way.” I let him rotate around to his left, grabbed him again and pulled. “Hold it, breathe…there you go. A little more… good.” I moved my hands to his ribs. “Left arm up, cross it behind your head to your right shoulder.” I grabbed his elbow with one hand, kept my other on his ribs. I pulled him over. “Ooooooohhhhh, yeah…”. He groaned as his sore muscles stretched. “Breathe.” I reminded him. While I was manipulating his body, I saw the Charlies walk in. I had a strange feeling come over me seeing the Charlies, like I was in two places at once. The time before we pulled our mutiny and thought the Charlies were all jackasses, and my recognition now that they were like an extension of the Bravos for me, my brothers. It was hard to reconcile. I wondered how much of our initial aversion to the Alphas, Charlies and Deltas was deliberately imposed competitiveness spurred on by the Sergeants. No, it was something else. Yeah, they definitely pitted us against each other. The Charlies were our main pain, Sarge letting us know every time the Charlies beat us in some qualification or task. We traded top rank with them over and over again, the Alphas and Deltas fighting it out for 3rd and 4th. The Charlies would take the lead, then we’d seize it back, then they’d outdo us, but we’d crush them again. We ran faster to beat the Charlies. We disassembled our various weapons and reassembled lightning quick to knock them back down to sniff our asses in second place. They’d never beaten us once in marksmanship. Navigation was always back and forth. We were champs at Comms and Intel because of Wanker and Bootlicker. We felt short in recon and mechanical. Strategy was a toss up, always, but I think that was because the Sarges got together to fuck with us, they loved fucking with us. It made the Bravos stronger, made everything an Us vs. Them situation. I got that tingling flush again. When you had an enemy, competition, doing well was not enough. You had to win. I had an idea. “Lamont!” I called to him. We didn’t have a chance to talk after we met up the evening of our first day. I hadn’t actually seen them during our training every day, and every evening I had the Bravos studying or doing barracks business. This past weekend would have been the first opportunity, but again I had a ton of shit to do. Thank God Sleeper and Zeus did my laundry waiting their turn in line. Who knows what the randoms did, most of them left the barracks to run amok on the base and enjoy themselves. I hoped the Bravos wouldn’t lose their focus like that. Time enough for fun and games after we accomplished whatever little game the higher ups in Command had in store for us. I knew there was a plan, you couldn’t miss the signs of our special training, keeping us as a group. I still wasn’t sure how we’d been selected or why, only that we were selected as individual soldiers from a diverse occupational background. We might never know. Lamont and the Charlies came to the mats. “How’d Ground Week go? Did everyone get through?” I asked him. “Hey Assmunch. Yeah, of course. Didn’t seem that hard. Hell, after Graf and Sergeant Horvath driving us to near collapse I’m not sure anything could take one of us out. How’d the Bravos do?” “Same, brother. Every now and then I give them a taste of our Sarge so they don’t get complacent.” I replied. Lamont chuckled. He leaned in and whispered. “Me too. I’ll never forget that hairy bastard.” “Want to stretch with us? I have a proposition.” I told him. “I’m intrigued. Sure.” “Sleeper,” I called to my best friend. “Go get the Bravos. We’re going to have a competition with our brothers, the Charlies.” I helped Lamont do his stretches, outlining my plan. “What are the stakes?” He asked. “I’d like to make it Platoon stakes, but can’t think of a prize we can all do easily as a group. So what about individual stakes? Match by match?” I offered. “Yeah, I think the guys would go for it. Good workout, too.” He responded. “Okay, you and I will choose the match ups, try to keep things even. Laundry service next weekend is the prize. Whoever loses has to do their winner’s laundry.” “Perfect. You go talk to your guys, I’ll talk to mine.” I went over to the Bravos and told them the plan. They were seriously hyped up. I figured they would be, it was the Charlies. Just then an older soldier, maybe in his late 30’s, came up to us. He was wearing marine silkies that showed his thick powerful bare thighs. “You guys done with the mats?” He asked. “Uh, not exactly. We were just about to start some hand to hand matches between our two groups.” I explained. “We can wait a bit if you need to use them, or give you some space. We only need a little for the matches.” “Actually,” he said looking around and taking us all in. He lingered just a little longer on Zeus and Sleeper. “I think I’d like to see this. Need a ref?” That was a relief. It was better to have an outside ref, otherwise Lamont and I would have to argue. “Absolutely!” I agreed. “Glad to have you. Private Brickmann, Airborne Course. Army.” I stuck my hand out. “Major Collins. Marines.” He shook my hand. Now, you might think because we were out of uniform, at the gym, outside of duty hours it would be first names and casual. And it would have been if our rank had been anywhere close. He wasn’t being a dick, and I certainly wasn’t bragging about being an Army Private. But you avoided mistakes if everyone knew where they stood. He didn’t want to hide his rank because there were certain things he HAD to report if he saw them, and he wanted me to know. I needed to let him know I was a trainee at Jump School. “A pleasure, Sir.” I said. “You ever do one of these?” I asked him. “Oh, here and there.” He said evasively. I chuckled. “Lamont, come meet the Major”. I called. Lamont came right over and stuck out his hand. “Private Lamont, Airborne Course. Army.” “My pleasure Private.” Major Collins said. “Lamont, Major Collins has offered to ref for us. Major, we usually do submission rules. Is that satisfactory?” “You’ve matched before?” He asked. “Yes, Sir. Many times. We don’t mess around, and everyone knows when to call it. You won’t have any idiots holding out too long here.” “Good, let’s keep it fun, but intense. Don’t want anyone to get dropped because of some off duty injury. ” “That’s the plan, Sir. My guys are the Bravos. Lamonts are the Charlies. Lamont, let’s get Zeus out of the way first. It’s never fair, no matter who you select to go against him.” “Yeah, it’s just sad to watch. I may as well send my weakest, Kilpatrick. Maybe he’ll just hug the big guy to death. I swear he’s got a crush on him.” I laughed. “We all have a crush on Zeus, bro.” Major Collins broke in. “Zeus is the big guy over there?” “Yeah.” I answered. “No one can even give him a challenge. He sits out most of the time.” “How about you two? Will you participate?” The Major asked. “We weren’t going to because we had to ref. But if you’re doing it, I’d like to. This is the first time we wouldn’t match in a Platoon challenge.” “Good. You guys go last then, against each other.” He suggested. “Give your guys one last chance to get some payback no matter which side has more losses. Seeing their leaders go head to head is good for them. And if you’re throwing away the match with Zeus, maybe I can start this off with some excitement.” He grinned and raised an eyebrow. Now Major Collins was absolutely in prime physical shape. Six feet tall, just slightly taller than me. He had to be 230, definitely knew his way around the weight room. His thighs alone could probably crush a man’s skull. The Major’s experience and Marine training would negate most of Zeus’s advantages of height and strength, which meant Zeus would have to be smart. “I think you might find it harder than you’re expecting, Sir. He’s a beast.” I warned him. “Outstanding.” The Major grunted. Just like a Marine to think getting the piss beaten out of him was a fun night out. Oh fuck, this was going to be good. “Zeus! You’re up first.” I called. “Sweats off, Zeus. This is going to be a real challenge. The Major respectfully requests that you don’t hold anything back.” Zeus took off his sweatpants and sweatshirt and stood there in his tee shirt and PT shorts. “Well fuck me.” Major Collins mumbled. “You get used to it.” I said. “Mostly.” “Submission rules, just like before. Let’s give them some room, brothers.” “I’m fighting a Major, Andrew?” Zeus questioned. “I’m not a Major in the ring, soldier. I’m your enemy. If you hold anything back I will crush you.” Major Collins said. He gave Zeus an intense stare. Zeus blinked, then looked at me. I nodded. Sleeper clapped him on the back and whispered something to him. Suddenly Zeus’s eyes changed, and I could swear I saw a predator sizing up his prey as he looked at the Marine Officer. “Start!” Lamont called out. Right out of the fucking gate Zeus took three steps and went into a grapple with Collins. Without a pause Zeus dropped his left shoulder suddenly, slipping free of the Major’s grip and drove his shoulder into Collins’ midsection, wrapped his arm around his waist to lift him off the ground and then arched back to throw the Major to the mat behind him. Zeus immediately flipped over and dove to try to pin the Major, but Collins wasn’t having any of it. He rolled away and was on his feet in less than two seconds. Zeus had sprung to his own feet right after failing to get Collins under him. “Nice move. It won’t work again.” Collins taunted. “I don’t need it to.” Zeus said calmly. Dangerously. Collins moved fast, way too fast. He was inside Zeus’s defense too fast for Zeus to grab him or hit him, and he got his left leg behind Zeus’s knee just as his forearm struck Zeus’s chest. Zeus began to tilt back in a fall. If Collins got him down it might end because I was pretty sure the Major knew about 50 ways to immobilize an opponent on the ground. But Zeus wasn’t a pushover… literally or figuratively. He twisted his torso opposite Collins’ position while grabbing the arm that struck him, using his own backwards momentum and body weight to drag the Major off his feet and over his body to throw him to the mat. Zeus learned his lesson from the first throw and this time he didn’t let the Major go from his grip. By now, our large group on the mats had drawn some attention, and others from the gym were coming over to watch. “Is that the Major?” I heard someone say. The Major had wisely flung his legs away when he was pulled over and he kicked his feet on the mat to flip himself back over on top of Zeus. Now they were face to face with the Marine on top. “Mount! Don’t let him inside, Zeus!” Sleeper called out. “Guard! Guard!” Zeus’s feet were planted on the mat and he managed to bring his right elbow in before Collins could wedge his head and shoulder. Zeus lifted his hips while forcing the Marine’s chest away with his right elbow. At the same time Collins was attempting to lock Zeus’s legs with his own. Zeus thrust up and forced Collins to disengage and they both scrambled back to their feet. Collins immediately tried for a head strike but Zeus turned into the attempted blow, brushed it aside with his forearm, spun and delivered an elbow to the Marine’s midsection. Collins was too savvy to let him get full contact and he danced back, abandoning his try to wrap Zeus’s chest with his other arm and bringing his knee up for a kidney shot which Zeus easily deflected with the arm that was in position from his elbow shot. The action happening was so rapid it seemed like each of them knew the other’s move before it happened, like a choreographed dance. I felt my pulse racing. I’d never seen Zeus go full out like this. They separated, studying each other. Neither was even breathing hard. Without an indication or warning, the Marine spun and kicked high towards Zeus’s head and my stomach clenched. It happened in the blink of an eye and I knew Zeus was going to get slammed. Fuck the Major was fast. Zeus’s right hand shot up just as the Major’s heel got within a foot of his head and the Marine’s ankle smacked into Zeus’s hand. The force of the kick had to be incredible but Zeus’s hand barely moved from the impact. Zeus’s huge hand gripped the Major’s ankle, Zeus ducked, twisted under Collins’ leg yanking his foot around and he pulled, hard. The Major was flung spinning face down to the mat and Zeus was already falling, his fist still wrapped around his opponent’s ankle. It was going to be a pin. Before Zeus made it down Collins flipped onto his back using Zeus’s hold on his leg to pull his knees in. If Zeus hit, Collins was going to deliver a double knee right to Zeus’s stomach. Zeus dive rolled, releasing the Major’s ankle, and somersaulted to his feet, facing away. Collins didn’t waste the opportunity having rolled to his knees he dived towards the back of Zeus’s legs but Zeus was already moving, dancing away. He allowed Collins to get to his feet. “I thought someone like you might be more accustomed to offensive moves and neglect defense, but you grab offensive opportunity from your defensive moves.” Collins said to Zeus. “You’re very fast, Sir.” Zeus replied. “But you’re not strong enough.” “I don’t need to be stronger than you, soldier.” Collins replied mysteriously. Their match had drawn a large crowd, and I think just about everyone that was in the gym had come to watch. Even the Charlies were cheering Zeus on, and the rest of the gym crowd was cheering on the Marine Major. “Then you should probably start fighting for real, Sir.” Zeus said. Huh? I didn’t see the Major holding back at all. Every attempted move or strike seemed intended to disable Zeus completely. Collins smiled at Zeus. “I’ll give you the same advice. You won’t hurt me too badly, and if I land anything on you you’ll have to cycle back through the course because you won’t be able to move for the next few days. So it’s up to you. Take me out in the next five moves or you lose your place in the course. I have nothing to lose. You have everything to lose.” The worried look on Zeus’s face when he heard the Marine’s words was quickly replaced by determination. The crowd had gone silent, most likely thinking the same thing I was thinking - they hadn’t been fighting all out? They’d just been toying with each other? And then the blows started, too fast to figure out, each movement, spin, punch, knee, kick, turn, dodge and block became another move, another attack. Blows were landed but neither of them allowed the full force of the blow to be absorbed. A turn to the side to avoid a head shot became a return knee to the midsection, which was blocked and became an attempt to grab the knee or waist, which opened up the opponent’s neck and shoulders for a drop elbow. Kicks were flung, blocked, countered and leveraged for opportunity to seize, twist or make a strike to a joint. Now both Zeus and the Major were grunting and sweat was pouring. I looked at my watch, this had gone on for 10 full minutes. Each of them had been knocked to the mat where the other tried for a submission, but neither could immobilize the other. Hell, I was sweating just watching this. It stopped being fun and easy and seemed like they were seriously trying to hurt each other. I nudged Lamont. “Should we stop this?” I whispered to him. “I think they are both loving the hell out of this, Assmunch. Let’s just trust them to know where to draw the line.” He answered. That was fine for him to say, it wasn’t his soldier at risk. The last thing I wanted was for Zeus to be cycled because he got hurt sparring. I’d give it another minute or so. It didn’t last that long. Collins began with a series of moves that seemed designed to flow into each other, and elicit specific defensive moves from Zeus. Zeus did not disappoint, but I got the distinct feeling I was watching a chess match. I knew a sacrifice was coming up, one designed to create an opening. Collins was leading Zeus, moving him exactly where he wanted him. Zeus was doing well, predicting every one of the Major’s moves. A puzzled look crossed Zeus’s face. I think he was figuring it out, but I didn’t think it would be in time. Collins would make his move soon, I could feel it, see his body getting ready. He was going to let Zeus hit him with everything, leave Zeus an opening he couldn’t refuse, but it would leave Zeus open to some trick or counter that would put an end to him. Just what the fuck was the Major planning to do? I almost couldn’t take it. I’d started out figuring the Major would win, but over the course of the match it looked like Zeus stood a chance. But now I was tense. I was back to concluding Zeus would lose but I feared the loss would be something brutal. Anything less and the Major would fail to submit him. Suddenly, it was there. Collins left his right side exposed, daring Zeus to take a shot. I begged him silently to miss it. I saw a resigned grin flash on Zeus’s face and he took the shot. Which allowed the left side of Zeus head to be open. Collins’ fist was already halfway to Zeus’s face when Zeus’s fist made contact with the Major’s ribs. I gave the Marine credit, he never flinched. He was committed to his plan. A half second after Zeus rocked him in the ribs, he was struck in the jaw by the Major’s knuckles. Zeus went down like a demolished building.

Being stealth slampissed is fucking hot. Had a top do it to me last July and I ended up pleading for him to wreck my hole. Took me a couple of hours to close it after we had finished.

Just took an anonymous load, walked into guy’s apartment and dropped to my knees and sucked his cock until he got hard then bent over. He pumped my ass about 30 seconds and shot a massive load in my ass. Left without a word.

Not being personal, but yes - a lot of you do. Go ahead - you're allowed - you can say none, and I won't blame you. You're still one of the sweetest boys on BZ. Iconoclasty is cool. But you try. You do your best, in the worst circumstances. You're caught up in it, and trying to do what little you can to focus on the patient's well-being in a holistic way. Why don't you become Surgeon General of the US ??? Nah - that's a bad idea - why sacrifice someone actually caring for the whole patient to the will of Big Medicine. They'd swallow you whole - bones and all.

Love being fucked in a sling. Full penetration!

The sling is one of the best sexual inventions ever made. And it is the best investment I ever made. In fact I have two in my playroom. I’ve also bought a portable stand, so I can travel with mine. Whether going over to a friend’s house, or renting a cheap sleazy motel room for the weekend…my sling has been used often outside the home. I’ve had a very sturdy canvas bag made that I even have a check through the airlines a couple of times when going to large events. You never will regret having bought one. And your bottoms will appreciate you for it!

Wow... depends on the mood. Plus if I know the guy I am with is a multiple cummer and we have time to play, I'm going to do my best to keep him hard and get that cock in me in as many positions as possible. He may run low on cum, but I am also there for the fuck. And the suck. And all other things sex-related. Guys tend to like my butt, and I love taking cock doggy style so it all works out. That first fuck tends to be doggy or bent over something so they can inspect the goods. I've been with guys that like to tease me with their cock head, smearing their precum along my hole and pushing against my opening, and they love it when I push back against them to sink their cock inside me. It's like they are daring me to take their cock. I love being given the choice, that is hot as hell. I also like to ride cowgirl (cowboy?) style in bed. Sometimes guys like to lay back and let me take control. Well, if there is a cock to play with, I'm always up for climbing it. When it comes to taking a load in my mouth, I love laying on the bed with my head hanging over the side so he can fuck my face and throat. Grip my throat and fuck my face, shoot your load into my throat and watch me thrash as I try to breath. If you can get me to choke on your load, all the better!

However he wants it. I love the taste of cum. I get off feeling his cock throb. I have a little gag reflex so my lips can be wrapped around the base in the head blasting off deep in my throat. Or I can hold just the head in my mouth and feel each shot as a coats my mouth. And sometimes, you cannot plan for it as his orgasm takes both of us by surprise.

It had been a while since I last made use of a gloryhole I have in my apartment, which can be setup in 5-10 minutes. I've had the GH for 20 years. This morning I was feeling horny so decided to place an ad like this: I had three guys come over during the morning, two ended up breeding me and also swallowed one load. I had to go out so after my second breeding I was too horny and jerked off.

Yes, yes they have. [think before following links] https://www.quora.com/Can-we-see-the-HIV-virus-in-a-microscope

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

The question was, "what does the gay community think of cumdumps?" I don't care what the "gay community" thinks of cumdumps. I only care that there are men who offer up their raw Holes in every conceivable situation, every possible place, any time we need them. These men - "cumdumps" - are hero's in my book. They need to take raw Cocks, they need to have Sperm pumped up their Holes, perhaps even more than we Tops need to fill them. They feel a duty to accommodate our Cocks "on demand". They thrill to our Lusts, having their own Lusts sated by our raw Cocks pumping loads up their guts. They deserve medals - the DSC comes to mind, with one minor substitution. Where would we Tops be without cumdumps ???

This boy is in for a big eye-opening surprise. I hope his boy hole does not get to wreck.

Part Three 🙂 “That was fucking hot loved blowing my load inside you” was the message I had received as I was slowly making my way out to my car which I parked around the corner from the place. Locking my phone and signing out of Locanto and the KNOX on my phone as I got in the car and made my way back home…. But that is a story to be still told after this another episode of my fall from grace into depravity J. It had been several months since my last catchup with the tradie and my afternoon fuck with the BF, things were tense and even friends and family had commented that something was up. But we carried on as normal and continued to ignore the elephant in the room. I had some health issues and I wasn’t performing my role as the dutiful partner. But then again neither was he, he went out late at night said he was playing the pokies but then not back for hours. We were struggling financially and he wasn’t working regularly and I was getting sick of his laziness. It wasn’t until he announced he had some work for 2 weeks several states away and that he would be flying out in a week to do this contracted work. Money was good but ill be honest…. It wasn’t my first though, my ultimate first thought was that I couldn’t wait to get away and message the tradie and organise a catchup. I was able to do that the same night all this was announced. “Hey long time, how are you going? I will be alone for 2 weeks and hoping at least once I can suck you and get around to rimming you if you are still interested and I haven’t fucked things up with you. Understand if not interested. Let me know” with trembling fingers I sent the message. I checked my phone every hour every day leading up to the day I drove my BF to the airport as I laid out my plans for the two weeks, work, family catchups and reading, some gardening etc around the house. After the drop off and kiss on the check and a faint see you later. Driving home my thoughts took a turn down the piggish route. Getting inside I stripped and went straight to my office and logged on to view porn. Watching the usual gay porn sucking fucking etc. I started looking a bit deeper for sweaty dirty guys and found a good stash of online vids of trucker porn. Pulling my flesh-light out spitting into the arse shaped hole on the toy rubbing it over my cock pushing into it grunting as I start fucking it groaning thinking about cock up my arse and cock down my throat wanting to really use this time that I very rarely ever get to myself…. Almost close to blowing I pull out and refuse my cock the chance to blow yet another load into a void space. I grab my clothes and as I’m dressing I log into Squirt and check my hidden account. Few random emails and chat requests but I’m not interested as I go straight to the cruising spots and check if anything is worthwhile. There is a beat not far about 30 mins walk or 5 min drive… I would never drive the car to a beat especially one that is not in my name and could be traced by local beat cops. So I start walking, convincing myself I’m just going for the eye candy. Yes I know I hate people who do that as well….. well I did when I was doing it regularly before the BF. So I’m talking to myself in my head agreeing, disagreeing trying to solidify what Im doing is the right thing and that I’m doing no wrong. Its amazing at what you will say to yourself when trying to score cock….. Making my way into the beat, it’s a warm day so I’m sweating. Walking the trails and checking things out, I’m way to shy and awkward nodding at men as I continue to walk. Deeper as I go off trail and into the bushes I hear the unmistakable sound of fucking as I round the trees and notice two guys fucking as three others watch closely, cocks out in hand stroking as I focus on the taller hairy guy fucking the smooth younger guy over a tree truck that has fallen over from the last storm. Hearing the grunts and groans as I lean agains the tree beside me and watch intently I don’t even notice the sound of another guy walking up around me, jumping slightly I look up at him and smile as he nods and stands beside me and watches the show in-front of us. “You here to watch or here for something else” he gruffly responds to me as I look back at him grinning as I blush “I uhh hadn’t thought about it, I guess just walking around and decided to stop in I have a BF” I stutter to him kicking myself mentally for the BF bit. He reaches down as he unzips himself “yeah don’t worry I’m here cheating on my wife, just want my cock sucked but no fucker here usually will as I normally drop by right after work and no one wants a guys cock that’s been sweating in jocks for 8 hours in the blistering heat so I usually just watch and beat off blow my load and go home” he tells me as he pulls his cock out. Staring as I watch him slowly stroke his cock, its about 7 inches cut and I can smell his musky strong scent as he begins chubbing up growing thicker as he almost wags it at me. I want to tell him I’m partnered and that I don’t cheat and wish him the best on his trip to finding someone to blow him…. I want to tell him that, I want to wish him all the best and leave. I will my legs to turn me around but they don’t…. Instead….. what do I do in the middle of the bushes at a beat ??? I get on my fucking knees in front of him ignoring his comment about his sweaty cock and look up at him as I open my mouth and take him in as I close my lips around his thick head. Breathing in his amazing sweaty scent I hear him groan as he mutters for me to suck his cock. Planting my knees into the soft ground as I take hold of his thighs and steady myself as I get straight to sucking him, slobbering over his hardened cock as I bob up and down feeling his cock hit the back of my throat making him moan louder proud that I’m having this affect on him. Almost grinning as I suck harder, trying not to loose my concentration as I look up and see him staring down animal like as I suck harder as he grabs my head and guides me up and down short thrusts of his hips as he begins huffing… Throwing his head back grunting as I feel his cock swell and he pulls out and sprays his load over my face pushing back into my mouth as I taste his load happy I was tasting cum again. Pulling out he zips up telling me he is usually here same time most days during week and that happy to feed me again. Putting his cock away as he steps back and away walking off. Not even noticing thinking I was done another guy promptly steps in and wags his cock at me, without looking I just take him in my mouth. Tasting of soap and deodorant , yuck not my fav but I suck away as he pushes his hips and fucks my mouth only 5 inches but I enjoy pleasing him not long before he blows in my mouth pulls out and walks off, looking around I see the two guys fucking have finished up as the guy that was fucking pulling out and walking over to me as he presents his cock and smiles at me obscenely. I say nothing as I lean in and open my mouth taking my third cock of the day, my 3rd random cock as I start sucking tasting the guys cum and arse he had just fucked. Cleaning his cock thin but long about 7 inches and uncut my fav cleaning the cum from under his hood. Sucking him for a few mins he pulls out and grins “next time my load is for you, but gotta run pig” winking at me he moves away. Noticing I’m alone I get up brushing my knees clean as I walk out of the bush area and towards the rotunda noticing a guy there thickish build beard having a smoke as I walk towards it and take a seat looking out on the bush area. Watching him out corner of my eye I see his hands dip to his crotch rubbing himself the other hand holding his smoke to his lips as he takes a draw and slightly licks his lips. My eyes glued to his crotch as I watch the lump grow. I seemed to have found my balls cause before I knew it I was talking to him “Need a mouth around that” I nod towards his crotch. No words were spoken, he put the cigarette into his mouth holding it there with his lips as with both hands he linked his thumbs into the waistband of his footy shorts and pushed them down until a stubby thick greasy cock popped out. Above his cock hidden through the dark pubes I could make out a scorpion tattoo but I didn’t want that I wanted his cock, getting on my knees I stepped forward and knelt in front of him, another sweaty guy to suck I was in heaven today. Taking him in my mouth I heard him sigh as his short stubby cock grew and throbbed in my mouth his hand on back of my head pushing me down as he humped my throat. Growling as I sucked harder grunting as he pushed in harder and deeper in my mouth his hand forcing me down and up on his cock. He suddenly asked “You get fucked?” It threw me I wasn’t prepared nor had I thought about it. Pulling off licking his head I said I hadn’t really prepped. Nodding he pushed his cock back in my mouth and resumed fucking my mouth. My thoughts had run amok though, I suddenly wanted him to fuck me, but I had no rubbers but I hadn’t used a rubber since being with the BF. Now all I wanted was to have a cock fuck me. I suddenly needed another cock other than my BF’s fucking me….. I was about to pull off and beg him to fuck me when he grunted and unloaded in my mouth “Swallow my load pig” grunting as he shook as his cock throbbed and unloaded in my mouth his warm strong salty cum. Pulling out he shook the last few drops of cum as it hit my face as he put his cock away and started to walk off saying “Thanks”. By this stage it was getting a bit dark, the mozzies were out and decided enough was had for the day. Walking home grinning I could taste cum in my mouth and I could still smell the sweat from the guys I had blown. Evening finished up with me sitting in front of the computer legs spread as I ride one of the boring small toys I had ramming it up my ass as I watched porn. Curiously the guy fucking had a scorpion tattoo something very similar to the last guy I blew today. Leaning forward watching his bare cock enter the guys hairy arse fucking him grinning wishing it was me. I held off from cumming but that did not stop me from browsing the internet looking for more cock to swallow. I still don’t think I’m cheating… Do you?

I woke up and discovered I was locked in a dungeon with a dildo, blindfolds were on and my pussy was stretched open. Then a cock appeared at my ass. "More cock please" I said in a very sexy voice. I had a dripping wet pussy and it was soon replaced with a big cock. Whoever owned this cock knew what to do with it. Spon I discovered it was my uncles in my pussy and ass but I didn't know which uncle was where. The anticipation of not knowing the cock owner in my pussy made me cum harder.

There's always a risk that guys like the second one can escalate the situation for your safety, These days if it doesn't feel I walk away or tell them I have someone else (friend/fuck/bf) due round so they'd better call the taxi for the trip home.

I learned how to be an amazing cocksucker who could Deep-throat any guy by the beginning of high school thanks to sucking both my brothers cocks and a cousins big cock on a very regular basis as well as 2 other cousins several times. I learned how to be a submissive back arching little fucktoy from those same guys. they were happy to use my throat and ass at an age where it was still difficult to get any ass or throat from girls plus I sucked their cocks way better than girls their age anyhow. plus how handy is it to have a cumguzzling cocksucking fuckboy living in the bedroom next to yours. I can’t even guess how many of their loads I drank or took in my guts. plus it was important for me to get that early training so I could become a true pussyboy cumdumpster in high school for all men. then my uncle trained me to be a true pussyboy, t-girl, faggot whore after he found out I had whored myself out to a few of his buddies. he really got me into hunting for loads, hitting up busy cruising spots to get fucked, getting gangbanged and getting whored out to strangers for dirty sex on a regular basis, as well as sharing my ass with his piggy buddies. he was the man chorally taught me what I am. a cockhungry, cumthirsty, cocksucking bareback bottom boy, gangbang fucktoy, born to suck cocks, get fucked and take loads from as many males as possible. faggots like me do not need standards, or pride, or shame or self respect. we just need to be used. he didnt just teach me to be a take all loads whore. he trained me to be ready for daddies and boyfriends to take me to the next levels of perversion and depravity. most importantly he managed to get me sucking my own fathers cock AND got my father to watch me get gangbanged blindfolded and bareback by 20 plus men in a bathhouse sling one night and talked him into fucking my sloppy pussy. for a faggot whore like me getting fucked by your own biological fathers 9 inch cock is the holy grail.

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

Yes you should. Get him pregnant.

Love it!

Chapter 3 As much as my waiter looked like Draven Torres his buddy was the spitting image of Dawson. What were the chances? Two hunky waiters so closely resembling such infamous bareback porn stars? The party was winding down when the Dawson look-a-like pulled up a chair beside me. "My buddy tells me you want to play. I'm Ben. Meet me in ten minutes." As I entered the handicap stall Ben pulled me into a passionate kiss that took my breath away. His hands got busy freeing my clothes and just as quickly mine were busy with his'. When my hand slid over his crotch I couldn't believe the size of the hardening object hidden inside. He smiled at me and simultaneously pushed down on my shoulders. Clearly he wanted me at eye level for the great reveal; and, I was not opposed to his plan. When the twelve inch monster was released it sprang out and hit my face. I took a firm grasp and fed it into my eager mouth. As I slowly worked it in deeper I had a bullseye view of the biohazard tattoo directly in front of my eyes. On his left hip was a scorpion tattoo. I'd seen enough porn to know what these meant. I needed to stop this now but kept right on sucking. Having fucked my face to gagging capacity he pulled his fuck bat out of my mouth. It was covered in slime. I was hoisted, spun and bent faster than the movement of humming bird wings. I could already feel his naked cock against my hole before I found my voice; "You need a condom." I was fishing one from my pants around my ankles. "That won't fit me bud. It'll tear before my head pops inside. " "Do you have one your size." "What do you think?" His mushroom head breached my outer ring as poppers were held to my left nostril. I was coached to inhale deeply and hold my breath as inch after inch of his bare thick manhood snaked up my vulnerable ass. I was too high and the pain had turned to pure pleasure. I couldn't protest or resist. In fact I found myself pushing back with every thrust he plunged in. "Greedy otter hole you got there." His voice rasped. "Fuck man, you're going to come out my mouth. " I grunted. "Speaking of cum, tell me where you want mine ... I'm ... getting ...close..." "FUCK NO, don't cum in me!" I screamed as rope after rope of his hot cum painted my torn intestines. He collapsed onto my back and remained plunged deep as my ass involuntarily milked every last drop out of him. "Please tell me you are medicated and undetectable." "Fuck you kid! You know what those tattoos mean. ... And that's the first load I've dropped in five days. You're so fuckin full of my toxic sperm right now. And, we both know my huge man meat toar you to pieces. Now tell me how much you love that." There was no hiding or lying as he was stroking my hard cock. His pumping started up again and I was powerless to hold back my moans of pleasure. "Yeah. That's what I thought. You love your guts full of my poz cum. You're coming home with me and my bud tonight. ... What do you say? ... Want me to give you more toxin here? Or you want to wait for later?" "Fuck man! You may as well do it now and later." "Right answer!" Ben and Draven lookalike took me to their walk up three blocks from the hotel. I spent the rest of the night taking and giving them and their hunky roommate loads. I lost track of numbers. As I hobbled back to the hotel with the rising sun I knew I couldn't hide the large tell tale wet spot on the ass of my trousers. I knew I needed to get to the clinic as soon as we landed home later that afternoon. If it wasn't already too late I needed to get my poz cum hungry hole with a treacherous mind of it's own on Prep.

Chapter 2 As I sat through brunch with my folks and relatives late the next morning I was an internal flood of emotions that I couldn't share with anyone. Joy and delight were huge. I'd fuckin lost my virginity finally. And the sex had been epic! A gorgeous silver fox hadn't just penetrated my virgin ass; but, I had removed his condom and encouraged him to breed me five times. Further, I pumped my young load deep into his ass. There was no doubt, I was no longer a virgin. But, at the same time I was flooded with fear. How could I have let it get so out of control? Not one but five suspect loads! Why had I allowed him to continue when he confessed he was "probably poz" and didn't care? Why had that declaration made me so fucking horny? I was terrified I might have allowed myself to be pozed my very first fuck. I was even more terrified by my asses lust for poz cum. I knew I desperately needed to get to a sexual health clinic A.S.A.P.. I also knew I didn't have a clue where to find one in this strange city and that family obligations would consume my day. I presume the wedding went off without a hitch. I really hadn't followed any of it. My imagination was consumed with images of having sex with all the handsome men in the bridal party. All four looked amazing in their classic tuxedos and I spent the entire service disrobing each of them and engaging in all forms of sexual activity. The waiter that brought us champagne for the toasts was a Draven Torres look alike. Even his quirky hair style. His tailored white shirt set off his v-shaped torso to perfection. One too many buttons undone showed off his strong olive skinned chest. His casually rolled sleeves betrayed a hint of sexy arm tattoos. And, his tight black dress slacks framed his gorgeous bubble butt. I couldn't take my eyes off him and just kept ordering more. After my third champagne I ordered a double scotch on the rocks. I didn't see him approaching from behind. I just felt shivers through my spine as his lips touched my ear and he whispered; "Meet me in the handicap stall of the men's room. " Quickly he was gone. As I entered the stall his shirt was already open and he was dropping his pants and sexy underwear. I was on my knees with his nine inch erection deep down my throat in no time. But, he pulled out of me, hoisted me to my feet, spun around, bent and presented his ass. "We don't have time to waist. Just fuck me. " "Should I use a condom?" "You probably should; but, I'd rather you didn't." "Lube?" He hoarked on his hand and rubbed it on my cock. "We're good." I lined up my raw cock with his perfect hole thinking 'I shouldn't do this.' His hole just sucked my bare erection into the hilt. I was amazed. My cock was immersed in warm, wet silkiness. It felt so wonderful and like it grew by three sizes. "You sure are wet. Has someone already bred you?" He laughed; "More than one ... four actually. The entire bridal party ... the men. It's a little game I play at these events. The two ushers and best man were easy. The groom took a little more work but he filled me about 15 minutes ago right here in this stall." "Holy fuck! You are one fuckin cum whore!" "Yup. Pick up the pace. Less talk more cum. I gotta get back to work. " It only took me a couple more pumps to blast my load into the ejaculat soup already deep in his bowels. When we had redressed he kissed me passionately and encouraged me to watch for his buddy. Another waiter. "He'll be very interested to sample you in this stall before the night is finished."

Part 20 - When Nothing Is What It Seems Scrubbed up and looking more like the prince Alex joined his parents and granny for a quiet dinner where the conversation was kept light. His granny joking about catching Alex play fighting with one of the footman in the paddock, the cheeky glances she then followed up with to Alex making him laugh and going all coy. Alex expressed how much he has been enjoying his time and getting to know some of the household staff better and how they were keeping him company, their loyalty to the family and how much they appreciated those moments of casual interaction. The best thing about coming away to Greenacres was the large informal lounge where household staff and royal family could mingle and join in with the numerous games going on or simply sit down and watch television and talk. This evening charades was scheduled to start at 9pm that his parents were absolutely going to attend as it was one of their favourite games to take part in. Alex was first to arrive royal member to arrive and as soon as he opened the door and walked in everyone stood and greeted him bowing or curtseying at his arrival. The lounge was already buzzing with people and Alex helped himself to coffee noticing Artem, Liam and Francis already sat in one corner of the lounge. His eye caught by the arm to his side picking a cup up and he was about to say hello by was stopped dead in his tracks surprised by the one person who usually kept away from the palace. "You failed to turn up, both of you" Marty said, his deep velvety voice making Alex swoon. "Apologies" Alex said nervously turning back putting milk in his coffee. Marty picked up the coffee pot "Is that it?" he asked, "You both inconvenienced me". Alex glanced at him "I would lower your expectations" he replied trying not make eye contact. Marty's hand brushed against Alex's "You set them high your highness, not me" he said smiling. "You bruised me with that riding crop" Alex said using a more hushed tone. He could see the smirk on Marty's face "Then you know who you belong to" Marty replied. As daft as his words sounded it still had Alex flustered and he knew if he had looked at him full on he would probably be on his way to meet him right now. The way he walked off did what it was meant to do and provoke Alex to glance over his shoulder with a mischievous smile on his face. Across the room Francis had watched the interaction carefully so not arouse suspicion from Liam and Artem, he had stood Marty up once and suffered for it the next time they met, being tied over the saddle rack was only the start of what Marty had done to him, nothing nasty only a very erotic evening that had Francis in suspense. He could already feel his cock stirring just thinking about that night tied up in the barn, smiling to himself he also remembered how tender Marty could be afterwards, when they would lay on the hay kissing and touching provocatively until one of them gave in. Right now though he could see Alex was somewhere between enchanted and lusting after Marty, then again his face changed rapidly to a solemn look. It washed over him from nowhere and his mood changed wanting to be alone with his thoughts, glancing at Marty looking so different dressed up properly had unnerved Alex and he started thinking about Max for some reason. Desperately he had tried to forget about the English lad which always got him down when he thought about what could have been, more than ever it felt like the biggest mistake Alex had made not pursuing him and being up front. He was still head over heels in love with Max and just maybe if nothing had happened between his protection officer and himself he would not have lost focus on Max. Alex picked up his cup and walked out through the glass doors on the terrace and heading to a darker side to be alone desperately trying to figure out what to do next, his downward spiral continued with him analysing his life again. He could hear his parents arrive and the games begin, shutting everything out he remained outside for over an hour. His eyes kept welling up the more he thought about Max, he was still unable to be free and love anyone he wanted without judge or jury intervening and telling him who is right for him. He knew this was always going to be the case, straight or gay his choice of partner would be scrutinised down to the finest detail, assessed and interrogated until they finally walked away not wanting to be part of life. Sitting on the chair with his legs up under his chin almost in a ball staring out across the moonlit lawn he heard footsteps slowly approaching. "What are you doing out here?" Liam asked taking the seat next to him. Alex wiped his eyes starring ahead before replying "Hating my life" he said sounding depressed. "What has happened Alex?" Liam now asked sounding extremely concerned. "Nothing!" Alex replied, "That is the problem Liam, who I am is not bothering me before you ask". Liam sat forward looking at him "Then what is?" he asked. Alex glanced at him then stared across the lawn again "The loneliness, the emptiness" he shrugged. Alex looked at him again "I have so much love to give Liam but no one to give it to" he said. "In time you will Alex" Liam replied softly, "When you find the right person". Alex shook his head "They have to jump over all the royal hurdles before they get to me" he said. "Who would do that?" Alex asked, "Only the greedy" he said answering his own question. Liam stood "Come on lets go for a walk Alex" he said moving to the steps leading down to the lawn. Alex stood and joined Liam without question knowing full well this was a person he could be open with at all times without fear. The two of them walking together raised no suspicious eyebrows, it was commonly accepted that the protection officer and valet were the only two people who got to be close and know the member of the royal family in more detail. Liam was quite the shoulder Alex had come to rely on and this evening was no different. It shocked Liam in many ways to find how Alex had suddenly dropped in to this dark mood, clearly Alex needed more from his life than just this, the prince was so well educated but not so worldly having been cocooned for most of his life and now he needed to express himself more. They walked and talked for some time until they arrived back at the steps up to the lounge, hardly any sound was coming from inside now. Entering the lounge Liam was one step behind Alex acting like he was in protection mode. Alex said good night to the remaining household staff, Artem, Francis and Marty were long gone so they walked out and along the expansive hallway and up the ornate gilded staircase that swept upwards then to the left in the west wing of the palace where their rooms were located. Just enough light aided them on their journey, Liam stepped along side Alex putting his arm around him. "You need me tonight?" Liam asked softly hinting to his bedroom. Alex nodded "Thank you" he replied, "I don't know what I would do without you". "You will be alright Alex, like it or not you are my life" Liam said, his word assuring Alex. Alex smiled "Thought I was alright then felt so angry and upset" Alex said confusing himself. Liam put his arm around Alex and carefully guided him towards his room Alex quickly glanced around to make sure no one was standing in the hallway before disappearing inside. Without a word Liam picked Alex up taking him over to the bed putting him down, Alex stripped off the few clothes he was wearing leaving them on the floor and climbing in to bed. Liam walked back from the bathroom naked and climbed in next to him immediately pulling Alex close enveloping him in his arms. He then reached over turning off the light and stroking Alex's head until the prince fell asleep, Liam was not far behind before he nodded off still holding Alex. Sometime during the early hours Alex shuffled and sighed lovingly at the warmth of the body lying next to him, his movement stirring Liam who mumbled tightening his hold on Alex, he sighed again lifting his head and kissing Liam on the neck lightly. Alex became aware of Liam's head moving and could feel his breath floating across his cheek drawing his mouth close to Alex's and kissing him on the lips several times and Alex responded slowly parting his mouth joining their lips together. Tongues darting in an out of each others mouths, tantalising and teasing each other until Liam got Alex in a proper kiss that lasted quite some time. Slowly his hand moved down Alex's spine and over his arse feeling the smoothness. Alex giggled mid kiss and abruptly moved Liam's hand away from his arse and breaking the kiss. "Thank you" Alex whispered softly in his ear and snuggling down again. Liam's hand roamed down to Alex's arse "Stop it" he said smiling away with his eyes closed. "I can't" Liam replied moving his hips forward allowing Alex to know he was bone hard. Alex giggled again and moved on to his stomach "Come on then be selfish with me" he teased. Liam kissed him gently then swiftly slid on top of Alex taking him by surprise. The weight of Liam's body bearing down on him was so intoxicating for Alex, raising his head and turning it their lips met and he could feel the weight lifting slightly below then the sudden sensation of that familiar cock hitting at his hole with precision. Liam moved his arm around the neck and shoulder of Alex holding him in place and giving him one last deep kiss on the mouth, then the cheek and neck. His cock acted like it knew where it was going and soon began prising open the prince. Alex cried out softly then buried his head in the pillow to muffle any noise, instinct told him this was going to hurt a little if going by his own experience with morning erections. His legs wriggled from the sheer force of Liam entering him, his cries lost in to the pillow as he clenched his fists grabbing hold of the sheet under him. The movement stopped for a moment and he knew Liam was deep inside his arse. Raising his head again to kiss him more out of appreciation than anything. Liam allowing Alex to have this little moment before the natural progression of his hips starting to gently move working his cock to let his morning erection have its selfish way with the prince. Slow and gentle he continued for nearly half an hour, he was in no rush to get it over with, instead he was finding new sensations that were blowing his mind. His connection to Alex and the way his body subtly responded to Liam in a way he had never known before, stronger and stronger their bond and connection grew during this time and their sex went to another level. Liam felt his balls tingle and his kisses moved back towards Alex mouth, the prince seemed to be in a total state of flux, his eyes seemed to glaze over like he was in a trance of pure unashamed erotic ecstasy. Liam was not far from feeling the same way and he kissed Alex hard on the mouth using his arm keep their mouths locked together. His hips pushed down rapidly several times, moaning in to Alex's mouth his arse cheeks clenched together hard forcing his cock even deeper and feeling the pressure releasing from his balls. His orgasm taking control of his body and contracting all his muscles in an attempt to hold on to Alex even tighter. Powerless to resist anything he was aware of Liam's orgasm but his body was so relaxed from the sexual presence of this man, his deliberate slow love making had reduced the prince to a jellied mass pinned under the muscular smooth body. Eyes half closed Alex moaned in to Liam's mouth, his legs wriggled being his only outlet for his own orgasm and saturating the sheet under him. Liam continued kissing Alex whilst his hips kept their slow rhythm showing no sign of stopping in post orgasm massaging of his cock inside Alex's arse. Liam finally broke the kiss and his head dropped next to Alex, both of them regaining some of their sanity breathing and moaning as their bodies relaxed. The small baby kisses around his neck making Alex moan softly each time he felt those lips touching his skin. Slowly Liam withdrew and rolled on to his back staring up at the ceiling. Alex leaned up on his forearms looking at Liam's bewildered look, the same type of look was displayed on Alex's face. "Are you okay?" Alex asked softly still in a confused state of mind of where they had been. Liam nodded unable to utter a word "What the hell just happened?" Alex asked. Liam slowly turned his head looking at Alex "I think we made love" he said. "Is that what that was?" Alex asked breathlessly, "If it was it was fucking amazing". "We should stop all this frolicking around Alex" Liam suddenly said going serious. Alex stared at him perplexed by his words "I didn't ask you do that" he reminded him. Liam ran his hand over Alex's face "I don't want to end up hurting you Alex". Alex smiled "I won't let you Liam" he replied, "Don't take away what we have". "What about when you take it away?" Liam asked looking deadly serious at him. Alex shrugged his shoulders "Like that is going happen anytime soon" he replied sadly. "If it does then you pretend you are straight" Alex suggested with a slight grin. Liam stared up at the ceiling again "Fuck you!" he said softly smiling. Liam held is arm open and Alex laid down with his head resting on Liam's chest held in place by his muscular arm, his leg strewn across Liam's leg and they dozed a little from their post erotic state. There was guilty pleasure running through Liam where he knew what he did was completely wrong, a fuck is one thing but to make love like he had was a dangerous game for them both. There was no joking about Liam being straight, Alex was still the only man he couldn't differentiate, he never saw him as man or woman just the prince. Alex became aware of Liam's little changes in his face and knew he was in thinking mode. "Stop over thinking things" Alex ventured a guess. Liam chuckled pulling Alex on top of him "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly. "Suppose I could let you after what you just did" Alex replied lifting his head up. Liam kissed Alex deeply whilst moving his arm and securing it around Alex's neck to stop him from escaping. Alex stopped the kiss and giggled rolling back on to his side bringing Liam with him. With all that had gone on Liam had completely forgot that he had asked Artem to bring him a coffee if he was up first and there was a gently tap at the door before it opened. Alex quickly dived under the sheet 'Fuck' he said hiding himself as Artem strode in then stopped almost dropping the mugs of coffee. Quickly he went back and closed the door then walked over to the bed noticing Alex's clothes thrown on the floor. "Too late Alex I know it is you" Artem said placing the mug down for Liam. The muffled sound coming from under the sheet "It is not what you think Artem" Alex stupidly said. "It looks like you are giving him a blow job Alex" Artem replied sitting on the bed smiling. Alex appeared from under the sheet looking dishevelled "What am I suppose to think?" Artem asked. Artem held his hand up "I knew something happened in Mauritius" he added. Liam laid there without any shame "You jealous then?" he asked pulling Artem on to his back. "No, I know I am straight" Artem replied laughing. Alex finally calmed down looking for his clothes "Your coffee is in your room" Artem said. "Artem..." Alex was about to speak. "I know to be discreet and yes I will fetch your coffee" Artem said managing to stand up. Alex leaned up and looked at him "Thank you" he said giving him a knowing look. Artem smiled and walked towards the door "Straight my fucking arse Liam" he muttered giggling. Lipscombe saw Artem coming out of the prince's bedroom carrying a mug of coffee then going in to the protection officers room. Quietly he moved along the corridor and listened outside the door for a few minutes. He was unable to hear what was going on but he could make out the odd slap and giggling that was definitely the prince. Lipscombe stood up straight smirking and went walking off to the kitchen, he didn't like how Artem had been promoted so quickly and refused to tell him anything about the prince's private life. And the protection officer that never spoke to Lipscombe only looked at him like he was high and mighty, he had enough information to get both of them dismissed from the palace straight away and was going to make no bones about doing it. Major Lipscombe was in a good mood when he arrived in to the kitchen and casually dropped what he had seen and heard to anyone who would listen. Francis walked in dressed up for breakfast duty and Lipscombe didn't even say anything about him being 5 minutes late this morning. He watched Lipscombe discreetly who seemed to be delighted and busying himself with paperwork whilst one of chefs regaled to Francis what Lipscombe told him that the prince was having a threesome with his valet and protection officer. Francis stood and listened intently before shrugging 'The prince can do what he wishes' he said and the chef nodded telling him he doesn't believe a word Lipscombe says. Francis played along and chuckled when needed, acting surprised when Lipscombe suggested that the prince may not be down for breakfast. Francis always wondered if anything had gone on with the protection officer as they looked so cosy when talking, he also knew that Polly had been having sexual liaisons with Liam for several months. In truth he was outraged that the head of the household was spearing the lead on such rumours, when he returned to the kitchen Lipscombe was telling the housekeeper to make sure she changed Liam's bed linen then made swiping remark as to why. Alex managed to creep back to his room and showered slowly, his head was trying to make sense of Liam then ended up smiling, Liam was quite the secretive one and actually he liked him for that. Alex sat on the bed pulling on a pair of shorts when Artem come bursting in the door telling Alex what Lipscombe was saying yet unable to fathom out how he knew. Alex sat on the bed going white mostly from anger and physical dislike of Lipscombe. The saving grace was that Alex had come clean to his father about Liam, at least the ramifications for Liam wouldn't be so bad, but pulling Artem in to it was the last straw as far as he was concerned. "This is not good" Alex said, "He can get you both fired" he added pacing around. Artem sat on the bed "I didn't do anything wrong though" he said looking up at Alex. He sat next to Artem "Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you Artem. Trust me" he replied. "Thank you Alex, but you know what Lipscombe is like" Artem said still unsure what was going on. Alex sighed "This is fine start to the country fayre weekend" he said. "Alex I am worried that this will lose me my job" Artem said looking and sounding worried. "The king knows about Liam and I" Alex finally confessed, "I will sort it all out". Artem looked up at Alex "And he didn't mind?" he asked confused. "He wasn't overly happy, but he warned me not to fall in love" Alex replied. The chat seemed to do its work and Artem helped Alex to finish dressing before assuring him that he would not allow him to be drawn in to this malicious world of Lipscombe. Francis had a few morning jobs to do before he was free for the rest of the day, his main job was serving breakfast for the royal family. Patiently he tinkered around in the kitchen listening to everything going on. Francis took the coffee pot in to the dining room setting it down on the table. Francis looked up "Good morning your majesty" he said bowing. "Good morning Francis" the king replied taking a seat, "First down again" he laughed. "Such a busy day ahead, I hope you are coming to the summer party Francis" the king said. Francis nodded "Of course sir" he replied pouring coffee for the king. Placing the pot on the table Francis had to say something "Your majesty may I speak to you?". The king looked at him "Of course Francis, what is it?" he asked. "If you please your majesty, after breakfast and somewhere private" Francis asked bowing. The king waved his hand "Francis stop that" he said, "My office before I go swimming with Alex?". "Thank you your majesty" Francis replied stopping himself from bowing. Alex walked in to the dining room sitting next to his father anxious, worried and distracted whilst his father carried on oblivious to the bombshell about to be dropped. Alden burst in the door beaming and ran over hugging Alex and kissing his father and mother. "You made it" his father said happy to see him. "Of course, I wouldn't miss the Greenacres Country Fayre for anything" Alden replied out of breath. "Where is Elethera?" his mother asked looking around like she was catching a bad smell in the air. Alex had to cough from stop himself laughing "They are upstairs in their rooms" Alden replied. Alden's expression slightly changed "She and Andreas are getting changed after the journey". Alex noticed the ever to slightly disapproving look from his mother again "Eat Alden" she said. The king stood "I need to get changed Alex and be back by 11am to check over the fayre" he said. "We still going swimming then?" Alex asked looking a little surprised. The king nodded "Of course we are. Alden are you coming with us?" he asked. Alden looked at them both "No thanks, still tired form the trip" he said gulping down coffee. The king walked across from the breakfast room and the stairs to change, returning down to his private office where Lipscombe collared him before he could get inside. "Your majesty" Lipscombe said nodding his head, "May we speak?" he asked. "Sorry Lipscombe I am tied up this morning" the king replied, "Find me after the fayre" he said. Lipscombe nodded and backed away almost licking his lips at the anticipation of the storm he could create later. The king walked in to his private office placing his riding hat on the desk before summoning Francis from the kitchen. Fortunately Lipscombe was no where to be found in the kitchen and Francis had been firefighting the rumour telling the staff that Lipsbcombe had it all wrong. He was feeling nervous walking to the sanctum that was the king's office, tapping on the office door and waiting for the king to invite him in. "Sit down Francis" the king said politely, "So what would you like to talk about?" he asked. "Prince Alexander your majesty" Francis replied tentatively. The king nodded "Drop the formality Francis let us talk man to man for once" he said casually. "You see I have got to know the prince quite well over the last couple of days" Francis started. The king looked at him "We talk a lot and what I am going to say I know isn't true" Francis said. "Lipscombe is spreading rumours amongst the staff about Prince Alexander" Francis said nervously. The king nodded slowly in silence "It isn't true I know Liam and Artem as well" Francis added. "Wait Francis" the king said gesturing for him to slow down, "What rumour?" he asked. Francis sat up "That the prince is involved sexually with Liam and Artem" he said anxiously. "I see" the king finally said, "And Lipscombe is spreading this rumour?" he asked. Francis nodded "He hates Artem and Liam" he said, "And me, but I don't think any of it is true". "Why do you seem so sure?" the king asked interested in getting his view. "Well the prince looked a little down last night and I understand he trusts Liam implicitly" Francis said. The king looked pensive "I have tried to stop it, the rumour in the kitchen" Francis added. "Francis!" the king said interrupting in, "Calm down, you did the right thing coming to me". Francis nodded "It is I know if they were removed the prince would be devastated". "And angry" the king added, "Now what I am going to tell you is between us" he stated. Francis nodded again "The prince and Liam are very close, I already know this" the king said. "As in close?" Francis asked exaggerating his words and the king nodded. The king smiled "Alex tells me everything Francis, well now he does. So yes I know". "But Artem is not involved, he is as straight as they come" Francis added. The words had the king laughing "I am sure he is. Thank you Francis, for showing loyalty". The king tapped his finger against his chin "I am meeting Lipscombe later" he now said. "Francis you will not be mentioned and I will get this rumour squashed" the king said clearly. "In return Francis, you must come to me anytime if you have concerns about Alex" he said. Francis nodded "I will your majesty, thank you" he said knowing he was dismissed as the king stood. The king smiled "It takes a lot for someone to speak so openly to me" the king added in thanks. Francis bowed his head "Alex is lucky to have you watching out for him" the king said. Francis returned to the kitchen to finish off and there was still no sign of Lipscombe until he was finished and about to leave to get changed out of his royal uniform. Lipscombe was still humming happily in his sadistic way which Francis knew would probably end sometime today. Alex met his father in the stable yard and they set off in the glorious sunshine towards the lake, taking all the shortcuts it only took 15 minutes at a fast gallop to arrive. They both dismounted exhilarated by the ride then dived in to the lake from the small jetty, swimming around for a few minutes until the his father decided to broach the subject. He watched his son carefully after explaining what he had heard in all the detail that Francis had told him. Alex took it in his stride waiting for the king to finish. "It is not true" Alex informed him, "Yes I slept in bed with Liam, I was feeling down last night". "Why were you feeling that way Alex?" his father asked looking concerned. Alex stood still in the water "This guy I met in Mauritius, Max, he was perfect for me father". "If he was perfect where is he?" his father asked coming straight to the point. "I didn't pursue him and now I think it was the biggest mistake of my life" Alex replied. His father hugged him "Alex I am so sorry to hear that" he said sympathetically. "If you think he was the one I trust your judgement, Alex you should find him" his father said. Alex nodded "Maybe" he replied, "Anyway you see we were not having a threesome" he said. Alex started swimming to shore "Artem brought my coffee over to Liam's room and he stayed" he said. Alex suddenly stopped "Who ever it was certainly had no idea what was going on behind the door". "You know about Liam and well you don't want to know the rest but Artem, no!" he explained. His father smiled "Then I am happy to squash the rumour and man" he advised Alex. Alex picked up the towel "Who did start the rumour?" he now asked looking at his father. "Doesn't matter Alex I will deal with it" he replied, "We have a very loyal person in Francis". "Francis?" Alex questioned rubbing his head dry, "What do you mean?". "Quicker Alex or I will be late" the king said, "Francis came to talk to me about what he heard". Alex looked on in surprise "Told me upfront that he didn't believe any of it" his father said. "So did he tell you I was feeling down?" Alex asked pulling on his breeches. His father nodded fastening his riding hat "Mentioned that you weren't yourself last night". Alex nodded putting his hat on "Why has Alden brought Elethera and her brother here?" he asked. "God knows" his father replied mounting his horse, "Your mother wasn't very happy". Alex laughed mounting Danbury "You noticed that as well?" he replied. The king smirked at his son "The Royal Chamber Council have already said that match is a no go". "What Alden and Elethera?" Alex asked trotting off by his father's side. He nodded "Yes, apparently they don't want a union between the Hellenic royal family". Alex didn't hide his smile "Good, that Prince Andreas is a fucking arse hole". "Alex!" his father turned to him in shock "That is no language a prince should use". "Sorry father" Alex said then looked over at his father, "He tried it on with me, well forced me". The king stopped his horse "He what?" he asked looking angry. "You heard father" Alex replied, "Thankfully Jackson arrived and kicked him out". "Why did you never tell me Alex?" his father asked in a concerned voice. Alex shrugged "Jackson dealt with it, Alden knows so that was that" he replied hoping that was the end. "Not in my eyes it isn't" his father said glancing at him. "Drop it father it is over with" Alex said, "Come on race you back!" he called out galloping off. The king loved watching his son expertly riding Danbury and glancing at each other smiling, it certainly did Alex the world of good spending time with his father like this. His childhood memories flooding back full of happy times as they slowed to a trot entering the paddock. The king dismounted and handed his horse over to Marty who bowed and waited until he was gone before walking over to Alex. "Barn now!" Marty said not giving any choice in the matter. Alex laughed "You know how busy we are today" he replied standing up to him. Marty smirked and nodded "I like this side of you" he said, "You can suck me off then". Marty walked off and Alex followed on heading to the barn and hid behind a tall stack of hay bales trying not not snigger and breathing hard in anticipation. Marty found him quickly coming up behind him from between two large stacks of bales, grabbing the prince and catching him by surprise then spinning him around to face him. Marty stared at him for a moment then pushed him back against the bales trapping Alex, moving in quickly he kissed Alex waiting for the prince to respond. In seconds Alex moved his hands placing them on Marty's hips kissing him back. Alex was about to go down on his knees but Marty had different plans and quickly spun Alex around pulling down his breeches and underwear 'Change of plans, I need to fuck you' he whispered kissing Alex on the ear and neck as he fumbled pulling his breeches down to expose his cock. Alex made a pretence of fighting him off but Marty had one arm around his waist securing him firmly, spitting in to his free hand rubbing the saliva over his cock he entered the prince slowly. The muffled moans Alex made dissipated in the hay bale his face was pushed against by Marty's head, Marty revelling in the reactions of the body he was spearing with his cock, inch by inch he pushed slowly until the last of his shaft effortlessly sunk deep inside the prince up to his balls. Marty wrapped his other arm around the prince and began slow deep penetrating thrusts, keeping his groin firmly locked against Alex's arse he lifted his head freeing Alex who spat strands of hay out of his mouth partly laughing. Alex turned his head to kiss Marty who greedily accepted his offer. His pace was quick and it wasn't going to be long before Marty bred him, so much pent up frustration in Alex was being released at that moment. Enjoying the deep fuck and continuous kissing, their actions moving in to one of pure erotic pleasure for them both. Marty tightened his arm around the prince, the other moved around his neck grabbing his chin holding him in the kiss. Rapid bursts of thrusts erupted up through Alex's body and he felt his cock throbbing and expelling his cum trickling down his leg inside the breeches. Marty kissed Alex harder and held perfectly still pushing his hips harder against Alex, he could feel the cock inside of him pulse then throb feeling the warmth entering him, the tongue in his mouth withdrew but Marty held their lips together. The deep groans from Marty passing in to Alex's mouth feeling his arse going slick from the large amount of cum that the stable hand was giving him. Alex held on to Marty's arm around his waist and as soon as his orgasm started receding Marty thrusted his tongue back in to Alex's mouth kissing him madly to show his gratitude at how well Alex took him. Marty released his hold on Alex and slowly extracted his cock from the tight smooth hole he had bred then pulled his breeches back up. Alex regained some of his composure and pulled his underwear and breeches back up then sat on one of the bales in this tiny hay bale courtyard Marty had created. He sat down next to Alex putting an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer kissing him again. Alex lost himself completely thoroughly enjoying this unexpected sexual encounter with Marty. Alex pushed Marty off after some minutes "I need to go Marty" he said sadly. "I know you do" Marty replied giving Alex another good tongue lashing. "Mmm" Alex complained sweetly "Stop it Marty or I will want it again" he said smiling. Marty stood and held his hand out helping Alex to stand "You know where I am" he replied. Marty kissed him once more then slapped Alex hard on the Arse "I like owning that arse" he said. Alex chuckled and watched Marty disappear as quickly as he appeared between the walls of hay bales. Oblivious to anything Alex never thought to check himself as he walked across the stable yard and along the path back to the palace. Francis was arriving back from his run and called out to Alex catching up with him quickly. Hey Francis" Alex said waiting for him, "How was your run?" he asked. Francis laughed "Never mind that how was sex with Marty?" he asked smirking. "How do you know?" Alex asked stopping and facing him as Francis chuckled shaking his head. "You have hay in your hair Alex" Francis replied, "You really have a lot to learn" he laughed. Francis picked the hay out of Alex's hair laughing as they walked back to the palace and Alex running through his little foray with Marty in detail. Deciding as well to keep quiet about knowing what Francis had done that morning. What was said was said in complete confidence to the king and Alex was happy to leave it at that. Looking up at the palace he knew that inside those walls lurking was the one person Alex was not looking forward to seeing again.

Part 19 - Lakeside Buttock Whipping Francis ran down the stairs doing up his uniform, he was on breakfast duty and certainly should not have drunk so much at the dinner party. He knew Lipscombe would be there ready to berate him again as soon as he entered the large kitchen. At 23 Francis had been a footman for 1 year and only recently had he been promoted from assistant footman to footman, he was a sturdy athletic build with ample muscle and stood six feet with blond hair and weirdly brown eyes. As a keen fitness fanatic he was often found swimming in the pool or running around the estate when not on duty. Being gay he was quite open about his sexuality and had chased Jackson around the palace trying to get him in bed, having given up chasing him, Jackson was the one who got worried and started chasing Francis who in turn played hard to get teaching Jackson a lesson. Francis rushed in to the kitchen only two minutes late and Lipscombe was already standing there looking at his watch before he started barking angrily at Francis for being late. The months that passed since he started he had liked Lipscombe but he soon found out he was obnoxious and not very friendly leading to Francis taking a dislike to him. He nodded and kept his mouth shut knowing Lipscombe would get over it in a few minutes and be all nice to him again. He busied himself in the family dining room preparing the table and putting the coffee pots down just as the king and queen walked in dead on 8am for breakfast. Usual courtesy prevailed when they entered the room and Francis bowed addressing them both by their royal titles, from now he could refer to them as sir and mam in the less formal manner. Alex sat on the edge of his bed feeling worse for wear sipping his coffee that Artem would still deliver without fail. Feeling a bit more human he grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt then looked out of the window, it was a beautiful September day and he decided that after lunch he would go for a ride down to the lake and sit there peacefully for a few hours with a book to read and swim. Alex rubbed the sore spot on his thigh and glanced down at it, the redness looked even brighter this morning and he chuckled away to himself at the reminder. His father was busy for the next two days and had promised at the weekend they would go riding and swimming in the morning before the Greenacres country fayre. Alex had forgot all about this event which was held in the expansive grounds to the front of the palace where the locals were invited to a traditional harvest fair full of cakes, jams and other artisan products all locally made, it was a very popular annual event. People from all the surrounding villages and nearby town of Kinshale would descend on the palace and a chance to meet and talk to the royal family. Alex wandered through the palace towards the dining room he noticed that the marquees were already being erected along with the stalls. Suddenly his mouth watered remembering that one stall holder made the most amazing apricot jam, racking his brains as he walked trying to remember the ladies name and her teenage son that always accompanied her. The footman bowed 'Good morning your royal highness' he said opening the door to the family dining room. Alex replied and smiled walking in to see his mother and father already mid way through their breakfast. Francis put down the coffee pot "Your highness good morning" he said pulling a chair out for Alex. "Good morning err..." Alex said not sure of his name. "Francis" his mother said helping him out, "Good morning Alex" his mother and father said as he sat. "Sorry good morning Francis" Alex said politely paying slightly more interest in the footman. Francis smiled at him "What would like for breakfast sir?" he asked. "Oh... yoghurt and fruit oh and coffee please Francis, plenty of coffee" Alex replied. Alex discreetly watched Francis "What are your plans today Alex?" his mother asked. "Exercise in the pool then I may go riding to the lake" he replied. The queen nodded "Who is the lady that does the apricot jam?" Alex suddenly asked. His mother laughed "Goodness Alex I am not sure, she comes from Woodvale village though". "Ah yes" his father said looking up at them, "We must secure several jars of it this year". Alex looked curiously at his father "Why has she not been given a royal warrant?" he asked. The king looked at Alex "Oh, I never thought of that" he replied mulling it over. "Well we eat her jam when here, so technically she supplies the palace" Alex said. The king sat there tapping his chin "Well why don't you present her with one" he said to Alex. His mother laughed "Then the price will shoot up and you two will have to cut back on it". "No chance" the king replied laughing, "I have some warrant papers in my office Alex". "Right" Alex said looking at them both, "What do I do?" he asked. The king explained that Alex would need to obtain her proper details, complete the warrant order and then invite her to the palace to present it to her, from then she would be able to use the royal crest on the labels. Alex went with his father to quickly look over the paperwork then returned to his bedroom to change and go for a swim. Francis finished clearing breakfast away then grabbed something quick in the kitchen sitting in the kitchen staff dining room hidden from Lispcombe until tomorrow morning. After a quick change he walked through the servants corridor to the pool terrace and out in the blazing sunshine, he noticed one person in the pool busy swimming lengths and only when they turned at the far end of the pool and headed in his direction did he notice it was Prince Alexander. Unsure if he should go in the pool with a member of the royal family he was about to leave when Alex spoke. "You going already, you haven't even swam yet?" Alex called out to him. Francis turned "Apologies I didn't know you was going to be here" he replied bowing his head. "Don't be silly you know you can use the pool" Alex said swimming around in circles. Francis smiled and took off his shirt and shorts laying them on the sunbed "Thanks err..." "Alex" Alex said, "You can call me Alex" he said kindly. "Alex" Francis said smiling again, Alex though was preoccupied by his fine athletic build. Suddenly he noticed the red welts on this thigh "That looks like it hurts" Alex said. Francis blushed and looked down at his thigh "No it is okay, just a little accident" he said. Alex chuckled looking him in the eyes "Looks like a mark from a riding crop" he said. "Really!" Francis replied in shock and going even redder in the face. Alex swam over to the side and hoisted himself out of the pool "I should know I got one as well". Alex showed Francis his red mark from the riding crop "How did you get that?" Francis asked. Alex got back in the pool "Probably the same way you got yours" he replied smirking. Francis dived in and surfaced close to Alex "I was playing horsey" he said cryptically. Alex giggled and floated on his back "You mean you was getting ridden like a horse" he said. Francis swam closer "Did you make a lot of noise, is that why you got whipped?" Francis asked. Alex smiled "Not really I think he just wanted to break me in" he replied flipping on to his front. "I think he seduced and took advantage of me" Alex said then burst out laughing. Francis chuckled "It was his voice and looks that made me crumble at the knees" he said. Alex dived under the water then surfaced looking at Francis "Our secret?" he asked. "Totally" Francis replied nodding, "I don't want people knowing the stable hand had me". Alex nodded slowly "So it was you I caught tied to the saddle rack then?" he asked. Francis winked "That was one of many positions he got me in to" he said smirking happily. Alex laughed "Come on swim with me" he said swimming off. Francis swam after the prince easily catching him up then they both slowed down in to a steady swim chatting away like old friends. Alex loved learning all about Francis as they swam up and down the pool enjoying the late summer weather now the humidity had dropped a little. Alex coming to a stop after realising he had done over twenty laps and needed to catch his breath and rest his limbs. Francis swam two more then stopped by Alex just as Artem and Liam appeared dressed for a day of sunbathing and carrying lotion and water. "Well look who it is Liam" Artem said putting his things down on a sunbed. Alex glanced at Francis and smirked "Haven't seen you like that since Mauritius" he said to Liam. "Dam that is one fit guy" Francis said quietly with his mouth opening watching Liam. Liam glanced over "I can hear you Francis" he said smiling, "How is your head?" he asked. "Fine" Francis replied, "Tired and 2 minutes late for work and got a bollocking off Lipscombe". "Was you trying to get him drunk Liam?" Alex asked grinning at him. Liam stuck two fingers up at Alex "Thick as thieves these two" Alex said to Francis. Francis chuckled "Reckon they are doing it on the quiet" he said quite loudly. "Two straight men trying to bonk each other" Alex replied laughing hard and bumping Francis. "Ignore them Artem" Liam said, "They are jealous they don't look as hot as us" he said. "Definitely in love with each other" Francis said and Artem stood there shaking his head smiling. "Good thing I like you Francis or there would be hell to pay" Liam said with Artem agreeing. Liam and Artem dived in to the pool whilst Liam went off swimming Artem stood there giving back to Alex and Francis until two more household staff arrived to sunbathe. Peace eventually ensued as they relaxed. Francis disappeared just after lunch for a run and Alex headed off to the stable with a book where Gary prepped his horse, Alex had a good look around but Marty was no where to be seen. Heading off he took a gentle ride across the estate then down through the dell to the lake side where he sat on the bank reading his book. The humidity of the late summer rose sharply in the afternoon and Alex checked no one was around before stripping naked then going off the small jetty diving in to the lake. The cool water refreshing his body instantly and felt amazing, then from the corner of his eye he spotted movement and turned in the direction. There was Francis wearing a baseball cap, shorts and trainers running around the banks of the lake in his direction. Even from this distance he would see the glistening sweat shining off his body in the sunlight. Alex waved and Francis turned his head and waved back still running until he reached the jetty close to Alex. He took a swig from his water bottle and stripped off then ran along the jetty and dived in to the cold water. "Man I needed that" Francis said surfacing and sighing in pleasure. "How far did you run?" Alex asked swimming towards him. Francis dipped his head under the water again "About 5 miles" he replied, "So humid again". "Gentle swim?" Alex suggested and Francis nodded. "You are so like your brother, except he doesn't get horse whipped by the stable hand" Francis said. Alex burst out laughing "In what way are we alike?" he asked curiously. "Prince Alden is nice and always chats, just like you, but you are more chilled" Francis replied. Francis stopped "So what is it like having Artem and Liam around all the time?" he asked. Alex stopped and looked at him "We have a very trusting relationship" he said. "They treat me normally when in private" Alex added, "No formality if you get my meaning". "Yes" Francis said, "Is it nice to have that bit of normality then?" he asked. Alex nodded and swam a little more, unknown to them both Marty had ridden down the dell on Brandy and spotted Alex and Francis swimming in the lake, the opportunity was to good to pass he thought dismounting quietly and walking along the jetty. "You two comparing notes?" Marty called out taking them both by surprise. Alex waded forward "Now why would be comparing notes?" he asked pretending he didn't know. Marty laughed "Barn 5pm and I will tie you both to the saddle rack" he said arrogantly. Francis edged forward "No riding crop" he whispered to Alex. Alex smiled "How about we get out and take advantage of you right now" he said moving forward. "By the time you get out I will take your clothes and ride off" Marty replied confidently. "Both of you" he added, "Leave you naked by the lake" Marty said in his deep voice. Alex and Francis looked at each other both of them figuring it would probably be best not to cross Marty otherwise they would suffer the consequences. Marty instead sat on the end of the jetty watching the prince and footman swimming around until they had finished and climbed out. Marty walked back to Brandy and collected his riding crop and strode over to them both indicating for them both to bend over. They both chuckled and held hands bending over hearing the swoosh of riding crop before it fell on the left buttock of Francis, he yelped with tears appearing in his eyes from the sharp sting and burning. Swoosh in the air then contacting with Alex's right buttock. Alex bit his lip but still cried out gripping Francis's hand harder before Marty told them to stand and face him. The uncontrollable need to look him in the eye and that devilish face had them both obeying instantly. Marty smirked and leaned in to kiss Francis deep making his knees buckle until he fell down, he turned to Alex and kissed him hard forcing Alex's knees to buckle and fall down next to Francis. Marty stood looking down at his two boys looking up at him, he smirked then turned around mounting Brandy and trotting off back up the dell. "How does he do that?" Francis asked still all flustered and partly confused. Alex stared at Marty ascending the dell until his disappeared "His arrogance and looks". Francis looked at Alex "Can't explain Francis, he just has it, what ever it is" Alex said. "Yeah I can see by your cock" Francis said then looked at his own, "Mine to". Alex glanced at Francis "I can't go to the barn today my thigh still hurts" he said rubbing it. Francis nodded "Takes a few days and now my arse cheek is sore" he said laughing. It was the way Francis looked at Alex making eye contact "Sort each other out?" Alex suggested. Francis smirked and quickly raised his hand putting is behind Alex's head pushing him down to his cock. He was prepared and quickly engulfed the seven inch cock in his mouth, his tongue moving the foreskin back revealing the saltiness of the precum Francis already had produced and the freshness of the lake water. Alex moaned softly feeling his hand move down his back and over his arse, one finger tracing between his cheeks until it rubbed against his hole. Francis removed his finger and laid down shuffling on his side urging Alex to move forward. His fingers gripped harder on Francis's arse as he felt the warm silkiness of the mouth taking his own cock all the way down in one movement then back up. There was no rushing as they both took their time enjoying an unhurried relaxed pace working each other, apart from Danbury munching on grass the only sound was the occasional gag, slurp and deep moan from their chests. For Alex he found Francis quiet unassumingly sexy and loved his athletic build that suited the guy down to the ground. Francis could already feel his orgasm growing at the mouth expertly working his cock, the tell tell signs of more precum and the gradual moving of his hips that started to quicken. The movements exciting Alex who was himself peaking feeling the cock starting to pulse moving faster and rapidly hitting the back of his throat, softly he moaned and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation in his own cock then pushing his hips forward holding his body still. The rampant strength of his ejaculation quickly fired several ribbons of cum in to Francis's mouth before even realising he was in orgasm mode, it was so sublime his body relaxed acting like it was totally natural. Francis closed his eyes as the cum flooded in to his mouth triggering his own orgasm, his leg swung over Alex's head holding his head still and firmly in place as he unleashed a hefty quantity of cum that easily filled Alex's mouth. His finger found Francis's hole and he massaged the rim of it gently, his action causing Francis to push his cock forward and his leg to tremble, Alex gagged several times trying to keep his mouth closed but his gagging caused him to splutter the cum out. Francis removed his leg and flopped on to his back sighing succinctly his hand caressing his still erect cock. Alex rolled on to his back staring up at the sky giggling softly more so to himself, Francis turned his head and glanced at the prince and seeing him like this he looked incredibly sexy. With diligence he moved his hand and touched the the bare chest of Alex, in turn he raised his own hand and entwinned his fingers with Francis. "Can I ask you a question?" Alex asked turning his head to face Francis who nodded. "Is it normal to keep wanting sex?" Alex asked, "I mean I just keep wanting it" he added. Francis smiled "I have never thought about it like that" he replied, "I suppose it is attraction". "What do you mean?" Alex asked rolling on to his side and stroking Francis's chest. "Men" Francis said, "A gay man is naturally attracted to other men and wants sex" he suggested. Francis sighed "Really I have no idea, men just turn me on when they get close" he said. Alex nodded "Yeah I get that" he said, "And I am still exploring being gay" he added. Francis rolled on to his side facing Alex "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly. Alex smiled and leaned forward until their lips touched tenderly and their mouths parted exploring each other with their kissing. It was only suppose to be a kiss but it progressed with their wrapping around each other intensifying the kissing. Rolling on top of each other in the grassy banks of the lake forgetting about the world around them. Right now it was the two of them and that was all that mattered. Alex suddenly pulled away "I am sorry" he said apologising profusely. Francis sat up "About what?" he asked looking concerned. "I like you Francis but this could get dangerous, I have no control over my emotions" he explained. Francis nodded "You mean if you develop feelings for me?" he asked, "Footman and prince". Alex nodded "It could jeopardise your position in the palace" he said being concerned for him. Alex stood up "Fuck you are sexy Francis, fuck!, fuck!, fuck it!" he shouted. Francis stood grabbing Alex and kissing him again quite aggressively this time "Sexy" he said. Alex stood grinning "I understand nothing can come of us Alex" Francis said putting his shorts on. Alex started dressing "As long as you do understand, I would like to do this again with you". Francis looked up and smiled "I will be discreet" he said. "Come on" Alex said, "You can sit behind me and we ride back to the palace" he suggested. Francis looked a little uneasy "I don't know not been on one before" he said nervously. "Wear my hat, we will go slowly and hold on tight" Alex said helping Francis on to Danbury. "Shit" Francis said, "Not sure Alex. I might play with your cock" he said laughing. Alex smiled and looked over his shoulder at Francis "I don't mind if you do" he said winking. Francis kissed him on the neck "My fucking arse cheek is hurting sitting like this" he said. "Mine too" Alex said laughing. Alex guided Danbury along the shore going the long way round rather than up through the dell, chatting happily to each other non stop all the way back to the stables. Francis had his arms wrapped around Alex quite tightly who was getting an immense buzz of pleasure being close to him in this manner. After an hour of riding Danbury came to a stop by the paddock and Francis dismounted losing his footing and landing on his arse laughing loudly in the process, he admired how effortlssly Alex dismounted with perfectly then put Danbury in the paddock and the saddle over the paddock fence. Helping Francis back to his feet they both leaned on the paddock fence and watched Danbury getting a drink. "That was quite exhilarating" Francis said, "Never been on a horse before". Alex smiled as Danbury walked back towards them "Do you want me to teach you to ride?" he asked. Francis looked at Alex a little unsure at first "Actually yes, I would like that your highness". "Francis call me Alex in private and drop the protocol" Alex said glancing at him. "Thank you" Francis he replied, "If the situation was different I would love you as a friend". Alex looked at him "Don't let this stand in our way Francis, I would like you as a friend" he said. Francis chuckled "We have got one thing in common already" he said reminding Alex who laughed. "Yeah better we don't let on about that or what we did at the lake" Alex said grinning. Alex put his arm over Francis's shoulder "You going back for seconds?" Francis asked. "No" Alex said shaking his head, "We was amazing but not ready for round two with him". Alex glanced at Francis "No" Francis replied, "Let him fester a bit, I am not that easy". "Hmm" Alex said grinning again, "That's not what I discovered at the lake" he said teasingly. "Oh really!" Francis replied, "You were just as easy, probably way too easy and eager". "Fuck you!" Alex said laughing trying to get Francis in a headlock. All of sudden the two of them began play fighting and wrestling each other to the ground rolling around on the grass getting stains all over their clothes and skin. The laughter coming from both of them filled the air around the paddock. Francis got on top and rubbed Alex's face in the grass 'Eat grass' he said mockingly before Alex managed to push Francis off, his face streaked with tears laughing his head off uncontrollably as he gained the upper hand and did the same to Francis. The dowager queen arrived at the paddock on her horse and knew the laughter was her grandson, a noise she hadn't heard since he went off to military school. "Alexander!" a voice called out from a few meters away, "Are you all right?" his grandmother asked. Francis jumped up to his feet with Alex grabbing on to his leg "Your majesty" he said bowing. "Help me down if you will" the dowager queen asked summoning him. Francis quickly walked over after Alex let go of him and she dismounted "Hands are dirty" she said. "I do apologise mam" he said looking down and hearing Alex still laughing away trying to stand up. "Well?" the dowager queen asked, "Were you winning?". Francis looked up "I believe so mam" he replied uncertain what to make of this. "Word of warning, he is taking lessons from his protection officer" she said winking at him. Francis smiled "Thank you for the warning mam, I shall remember that". Alex walked up to his grandmother and bowed then kissed her on the cheek "Hi granny". "Is that all you have to say for yourself Alexander, look at you!" she said holding a smile back. Then she turned to Francis "And you, how am I suppose to look at you at breakfast tomorrow?". "Your majesty I am so sorry I didn't know you were back" Marty said rushing over to the paddock. She handed the reigns to Marty "Thank you Marty brush her down please" she said. Marty bowed and glanced at Francis and Alex "She needs mucking out as well Marty" she added. "Marty" Alex called out, "Danbury will be ready to go in soon" he said. "Yes your highness" Marty replied bowing his head with a smirk that the dowager queen noticed. "That will be all Marty" she said waving her hand dismissing him. Alex watched Marty walk off "Enjoy your ride granny?" he asked casually focusing back on her. She nodded "Yes. Nice lad that Marty, dab hand with a riding crop so I understand" she said. Alex's mouth dropped open "What do you mean granny?" he finally managed to ask. "Oh, he had a liaison with one of my footmen, tied him up to the saddle rack" she advised. Francis shifted uncomfortably "Took me by surprise when he told me" she added. Alex studied her a moment "He has mischief written all over his face" he said looking at Francis. "Indeed, but a very good stable hand never the less" she said taking her gloves off. "Well I must go and freshen up. Stay out of mischief you two" she said walking off. Francis looked at Alex "Do you think she knows?" he asked. "Oh yes" Alex replied nodding, "Why do you think she used the word mischief after I said it". "Fuck!" Francis said quietly, "Will her majesty say anything?" he asked looking a little worried. "No" Alex replied, "She is alright my grandmother, she knows you have to let your hair down". Francis laughed "What about us being friends then?" he now asked. "Yeah we are good, she didn't say no and trust me she would have" Alex replied. "Come on we should go and clean up as well" Alex suggested, "I am not done fighting you though". "Bring it on Alex" Francis replied happily, "I will be ready for you when ever". Alex scoffed and smiled "Challenge accepted!" he said as they laughed walking off. Avoiding the stable yard they both walked around the buildings back up the short pathway to the palace, their plan was to go via the pool terrace and in to the servants entrance to avoid making a mess in the palace rooms. Their idea in principal was good considering they thought no one would still be by the pool as it was getting late. Coming through the large wooden gate shielding the pool terrace they were surprised to see the majority of the household staff playing water polo, or attempting to. All eyes suddenly turned to Alex and Francis, covered in grass stains and dishevelled beyond belief a deathly silence fell and Liam swaggered across the terrace holding a plastic cup of beer that he was drinking. The staff in the pool all laughed then quickly turned back to their game. "What the fuck have you two been doing?" Liam asked quietly not to be overheard. Alex held his hand out for the cup and Liam handed it to him "We had a fight at the paddock". Francis laughed and Alex handed him the cup of beer "Dowager Queen interrupted us" Francis added. "Don't worry Liam" Alex said assuring him, "We were play fighting and Francis is my new friend". Liam grabbed his cup back before Francis finished it "No poking my prince!" he warned Francis. "Too late" Alex replied smirking, "No honestly we didn't" Alex cried out. Liam picked him up so easily then dumped him in the pool "You will pay for that!" he called out. Liam laughed loudly amused before Francis called out "Liam!" with an annoyed look. "Oh you are not immune either" Liam said wrapping his arms quickly around Francis lifting him up. "Liam no!" Francis cried out just before he was released in to the pool next to Alex. It took several minutes before every one in the pool stopped laughing and they got bored going back to their game and trying to pick up where they left off. Francis climbed out of the pool then helped Alex out, sopping wet in their clothes they went on the hunt for Liam who saw them heading in his direction and darted off inside the palace.

Love topping trannys and CDs in threesomes, but bottoming for hung horny t-girls is just awesome. Two fine fuck mistresses turning me into their sissy cocksock: Priceless!