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Chapter 11 In the group scenes that I watched during my porn stroke sessions the bottom was always just treated like a faceless hole for tops to use just to get off. Its why those scenes never really got me off. My fantasies were about feeling connected even beyond just the physical. But tonight I understood. As Grant pushed his thick cock into me he was fulfilling a need that could only be met that way. The high made the physical the priority and all the other stuff was a distant second. I was ready to experience what those bottoms I saw in porn got. Just a bunch of tops jackhammering their way to their nut. But thats not what I was getting with Grant. If he was ever a jackhammer top he wasnt one tonight. He held his cock all the way deep rubbing his hands along my chest and stomach. "I have wanted to be inside you since the second I saw you in the hall. This is so much hotter than I thought it would be. Your tight hole wrapped around my raw cock while your dad watches." I glanced over at dad who was deep in his own bate watching us and looking like he was still very much enjoying his high. "So I'm gonna take my time with you boy. I know I've already built up a huge load but I wanna edge for as long as I can while I'm inside you." As he said this, he started shifting himself so that his cock pulled out a couple inches and pushed back balls deep. "Fuuuuuuck" was all I could get out. "Thats right boy. Youre gonna remember this night forever because you lost that cherry to your own dad. But we are all gonna make sure you dont forget how many other loads you take tonight." Dads dirty talking when he was fucking me turned that switch on in my brain that made saying these things out loud even hotter. So with Grant talking this way while he began to fuck me slowly there was no hesitation that I wanted him to keep it going. I looked up at him not sure what my face looked like when I was experiencing this still new pleasure. "Yeah that thick raw cock feels so good." Grants eyes widened hearing me speak that way to him. "Yeah boy. Fuck yeah you like that cock dont you?" "Yeah. Getting so deep. Cant wait for you to cum in me." "Aw fuck" Grants self-control was failing him as he sped up a little with every word I spoke. "Wanna feel you empty your balls in my 19 year old hole with my dad watching." I dont know where that came from and from the look on Grants face neither did he. But his thrusts got longer and harder as he pulled almost the entire length of his cock out of me before pushing it all the way in. "Fuck boy you got me close. Thats what you want isnt it? You want my massive load to mix with your own dads hot cum in you?" I moaned at that and as he picked up his pace even faster we somehow simultaneously both started chanting, "Yeah yeah yeah" over and over again. He was holding tightly to my hips now and I let go of my cock and reached up to hold the chains that held the sling up right by my head. I didnt want to cum yet knowing that I was in for more fucking right after Grant blew his load. The other men were joining in on the "Yeah"s and it became a chorus with me and Grant at the center, almost like there were more guys than there were when dad and I walked in. But all that mattered to me right then was getting Grant off and as we looked at each other as he pounded his cock into me I left the chant and shouted "Breed me!" and that was the trigger he needed for his release. He roared as I felt him press his body against my hole holding his cock all the way deep as if to hold himself steady while his spasms fought for control. This was a big long load that he shot I figured because he was convulsing and his body was jerking for longer than I had ever remembered cumming before. It looked so intense like dad did when he first felt the high of his slam. Like he was in his own world enjoying the pleasure and not thinking or maybe not even remembering that anyone else was around. I was learning that pleasure so good like that is as otherworldly as they made it look. Grant bent down and kissed me softly. He was totally out of breath and panting and he even had one more spasm that surprised him while we kissed. I laughed and said, "That is so hot." "You are hot boy. I hope thats not the last time we get to fuck." "Me too." He kissed me one last time and then stood upright. "I better let these guys get a turn in too." He smiled before his face turned to a mix of pleasure and concentration as he slowly pulled out of me. Before I could even thinkk about feeling empty, I heard "Oh fuck I'm about to cum." Without even processing those words I felt a cock thurst balls deep in me all at once taking my breath away. Once I got over that surprise I looked up to see one of the men dad and I talked to in the showers. "You want my cum?" he asked me "I'm not gonna last. Im gonna cum in you like your buddy just did." He was barely getting his words out. "Im gonna shoot my load in you son!" To that point I was just taking this mans cock. The shock held me for a moment that a person had just decided that he could fuck me without anyone saying it was ok and before Luke and Dominic had even gotten a chance to. But that melted away for some reason when he called me son and suddenly I was in. "Yeah dad cum in me! I want that cum dad!" It came out of my mouth like it was the most natural thing to say at that time but as soon as it did I looked over to dad to see if he heard it. He was still standing nearby and watching stroking that cock that looked like it just kept getting bigger. He looked at me and just nodded. He was into it and he was getting off on it. "Here it comes son!" He pounded his load into me not holding himself deep the way dad and Grant did but I could tell by his screams and the way his fucking lost any of its rhythm that he was cumming. That was three big loads and two of them got shot in me within what was probably just a couple minutes of each other.

Part 45 - Birthday Prince Max sat up against the pillows still tired from the previous night and after giving Alex his birthday fuck. He was going through the press releases on his tablet reading what they were making of it. It all seemed positive and the hype was now around that they would officially be seen at midday. Alex was laying on his back with one hand in between Max's legs keeping it warm when Tom strolled in with their coffee. He certainly liked this birthday so far having had sex and now laying in the after glow, very happy and content. "Morning your highness, sir" he said bowing, "Happy birthday" he added placing a card down. Alex waved his other hand barely raising his head and yawning "Yes thanks Tom" he said. Max watched him for a moment "And what about Tom then, did you sleep alright?" he asked. Tom smirked "Yes, perfectly well" he replied relaxed and showing his country accent. "Did Gareth sleep well?" Max now asked grinning. Tom handed him his coffee "I wouldn't know" he replied, Alex looked at him and chuckled away. "Your highness, sir the car will be here at 10.30am" Tom announced, clearly enjoying his new job. Alex groaned "Royal dress again!" he complained sitting up and removing his hand. "Put it back!" Max said glancing at him. "Shut up and drink your coffee" Alex replied leaning over and kissing him, "Are you famous?". Max put the tablet down "Not yet" he replied, "I suppose by lunchtime I will be". Tom sat on the bed "I see what Artem meant about having to drag your sorry arse out of bed!". "Don't even think of it!" Alex warned smugly, "Remember I am a prince" he said holding his nose up. Tom laughed "One of these days I am going to bang you until you can't walk!" he replied standing up. "See what I have to put up with!" Alex complained to Max. Max looked up at Tom "Can I watch when you do?" he asked causing Alex and jump out of bed giggling. Tom waved dismissively to Alex who went in the bathroom "You may, but I am having you as well!". "Not a chance!" Max replied, "I will have you more like" he replied. Tom walked out the bedroom laughing his head off "Yeah right!" he said closing the door. Artem walked in just as Tom had finished sorting out Alex's royal dress and did a quick inspection nodding his head in satisfaction then laying the two purple sashes on the dresser ready for Alex and Max. He walked in to the bedroom advising that breakfast was laid up and ready in the lounge and that Max's parents were already up. After a busy breakfast of birthday cards and presents Alex and Max dressed for their first official outing in public, not just as a couple but as a royal couple. Alex in his royal dress and Max wearing his now favourite suit made by Josh, the final part was Artem and Tom placing the purple sashes over them. Walking through the palace with a quick stop to see the king and queen they walked outside in to the crisp morning air with Liam and Franco by their side. The drive out of the palace was seamless until they turned on to the boulevard already seeing the crowd in the plaza. As they approached the roars and cheers from the crowd were deafening as they drove to the front and along to the courtyard of government house. Alex glanced at the building, it was the first time he would be attending government without any of his actual family remembering when Alden had to do this alone at his coming of age, it was one of those royal formalities that was done alone and in private. Luckily though he had Max with him which was allowed as his partner and taking his place by his side. The governor premier stood at the front ready to welcome them and smiled as the royal car stopped. Alex squeezed Max's hand in encouragement "It will be over in a flash" he said. "Are you making a speech?" Max asked glancing at him. "The governor premier will address the elected members, I make a small speech" Alex replied. Government house was adorned with the purple and gold colours of Prince Alexander, Liam and Franco opened the doors and accompanied their respective charges up the steps towards the governor premier. Alex turned and gave a short wave of acknowledgement to the cheering crowd outside the gates. Max stared ahead looking at Steven, he knew any minute the press release would be dropped, a little nerve racking he thought quickly that was overshadowed by the surge of love he could feel coming from the crowd gathered. Yet he still couldn't face turning around to look although he desperately wanted to. Inside they were introduced to the elected members and sat down listening to the governor premier's speech on Prince Alexander and Max, the audio being broadcast live. Then the governor premier focused on Alex and his coming of age and accepting his position of royal servitude to Monrovia, he then repeated a shortened version for Max officially now stating that he was taking in place by the prince. The house of representatives applauded and waved pieces of paper in approval as was their tradition. Alex stood and for the first and only time in his life, unless he stepped back, he would address the house of elected representatives 'I pledge my life in royal service for the people of the sovereign state of Monrovia and the elected government representatives', Alex paused and bowed his head acknowledging the three government parties then continued, 'I Prince Alexander of Monrovia and Duke of Montcalm and Maximilian Westwood-Lymm officially take our place as your servants'. The three elected houses all stood and in unions bowed and addressed him in formal protocol manner before applauding. Max sat their quietly and slightly shaking, he was proud and full of love for his man, all along he knew what dating Alex would mean but only now did he understand that it was a life of devotion they had pledged as part of his coming of age. At precisely 11am the formal announcement was released to the waiting press 'Their Majesties the King and Queen of Monrovia are pleased to formally announce that their son Prince Alexander is currently dating Mr Maximilian Westwood-Lymm from London. They met during the Prince's break in Mauritius last year and formally started dating after receiving approval from the monarch and the Royal Chamber Council of Monrovia. Maximilian (or Max as he prefers to be known as) was pictured with Her Majesty the Queen on a recent shopping trip to the boutique owned by Prince Alexander's friend Joshua Franks. Max will be present and by the side of His Royal Highness during the birthday celebrations.' The statement was enough to wet the appetite of the media without going in to much detail. By the time they were finished inside government house the crowds were fast becoming aware of who Prince Alexander was dating as news dropped and they all chatted passing on what they could read on their phones. Alex and Max took the flight of stairs up to the royal chamber council office that lead to the balcony. "I forgot, we have to walk around the plaza after" Alex said hoping Max wouldn't bust him for not telling him that. Max glanced at him "Really!" he replied looking unconvinced, "Or did you brush over that fact?" he asked. Alex grinned "Okay, maybe I did" he replied, "They are your people now as much as mine" he reminded him. State occasions like this proved just how popular and loved the royal family were as Max looked out of the balcony window behind the curtains, the plaza was crammed and flags being waved. Alex smiled as the balcony doors were opened 'I love you Max' he said clearly as the screams and cheers erupted from the plaza. Max felt the cool air swirling in and the bile swishing around in his stomach, he gulped hard and followed Alex out on to the balcony taking in the scene. As per the protocol he stood a pace behind to the left of the prince and watched Alex wave gently to the crowd for several minutes. Despite him feeling like a lemon a smile adorned his face watching the man he loved being the prince that he was. Max had never felt like such a tool standing there for no apparent reason, but then this was how royal life and now his life was perceived. The governor premier appeared and heads of the elected government houses also stood there to the side of Alex and Max. Coming inside he wished the walk took longer but it only took two minutes back down the stairs to the front doors where Liam and Franco were waiting where they had now been joined by Nick and Scott then Artem and Tom appeared ready to help. Two royal cars now sat outside and the gates on to the plaza opened, Max followed behind Alex as they walked on to the plaza moving in a clockwise direction, the police managing the crowd since this was considered a full state occasion when royal family came of age. Four police officers were also deployed to walk with them, the royal car proceeded along behind them and as expected Alex was being handed cards and small presents that were taken by Artem and Tom and placed in the car. Max watched how Alex interacted with the well wishers and kindly had his photo taken for the first few times, how he graciously accepted their gift or card and handed it Artem. In just those few minutes Max knew that his prince was clearly loved, he may be the spare but his popularity was on par with the king and queen. Max began to be chilled out and walked by Alex smiling until he was called by name and handed a card addressed to them both. He was quite taken by it and thanked them before posing for a selfie with several people, Franco and Scott moved in keeping close to Max as he moved along the crowd. Screams for a photo resonated indicating they wanted to take a picture of the two of them together. Happily they obliged and even put their arms around each other that excited the crowd even more. Gradually Max was finding his feet following behind Alex, remembering his training with the dowager and her words 'Make sure you see people that the prince does not, it may be second best but it will appease them'. And so he did, keeping an eye on Alex he tried to get to as many people in the crowd of well wishers, his protection officer and Scott stayed very close and giving him some guidance. In all it took way longer than the allotted one hour, almost two hours they spent deciding they were in no rush and it was Alex's day, giving the crowd as many opportunities to take photos and chat with several of them as they walked. TV crews filmed and interviewed people in the crowd who got to speak to Alex or Max. Tom coming over several times to Max and relieving him of the cards he was holding, the further round the plaza the more Max was hearing his name being called out as word spread. Back at the gates Alex and Max stood together and waved before getting in to the royal car. Scott poked his head through the window telling them both that everyone in the palace is watching it streamed live on MONTV1, the national television channel, and that the king and queen had messaged him to say how extremely impressed they are with them both and especially Max. Closed off form the world again Max leaned back in the seat surrounded by cards and gifts. "I think you just cemented your place Max" Liam said smiling, "Well done, that is not easy to do". Max lifted his head up "My feet are dead!" he replied laughing, "How the hell do you do this?" he asked Alex. "Practice" Alex replied putting his arm around Max's shoulder, kissing him and taking his shoes off. Max took his off and rubbed his feet "Here" Liam said to Max picking his foot up and massaging it. "Charming!" Alex said in a huff, "He never massages mine" he complained. Franco laughed and shuffled along the seat in front of Alex "Come on then" he said lifting the prince's foot up. Back at the palace it took five footman, Artem and Tom to carry all the cards and presents inside from the two royal cars. Alex and Max crept in to the household dining room for some food with Artem and Tom as they were hungry and couldn't be bothered with the official dining room. The dining room was busy and everyone stood and bowed then applauded and cheered before sitting down again. They had a quick lunch before they had to go and see the king, queen and dowager queen. This was the part Alex was not really looking forward to since it would be a reminder of his grand father, he knew that his coming of age also meant he now took control of his inheritance. He wanted Max with him since he was clear about being equal in their relationship, fortunately his parents did not see this as an issue. The subject was never really discussed yet he knew that the he had inherited some things and today he would be finding out exactly what it was. The Crown's legal counsel was in the room and they all sat down. Opening the file the legal counsel started to read the contents specific to Alex 'To my grandson Prince Alexander on his coming of age and servitude whom shall inherit the Sovereign trust fund laid out to him and personal fund set up in his name. In the event of Prince Alexander electing to step away from servitude the Sovereign trust fund will revert to the crown, the personal fund will remain in his possession. Deeds to ownership of Dunbar House here in Victoria for his own personal use'. "Well that was quick" Alex said sitting back relieved, "I thought it was going to be long winded". The dowager queen chuckled "King Rupert was not one for prevarication or messing with words". "Thank you" the king said to the legal counsel who stood bowed and left the room. "I don't remember ever having visited Dunbar house" Alex remarked thinking about it. "He purchased the house for you after you were born, it was refurbished completely" the queen said. "You should go and take a look, it is magnificent" the king told him, "It is just off the plaza". Alex nodded "What would I do with it?" he asked looking at them all, "You want us to move out?". "God no!" the queen said looking shocked, "This is your home, both of you" she stated clearly. The king agreed "That is the last thing any of us want" he said adamantly. "What if Max's parents and family used it now he is here?" Alex asked. "That would be a perfect use for it Alex" the king replied. Max smiled "I am sure my brother would be very happy about that" he added. The queen looked at the king "Your parents and brother are welcome in the palace" she said. Max laughed "You might regret that your majesty" he replied, "My brother has made himself at home!". "He certainly gets on with Alden, they were like glue stuck together last night" the king remarked. Max chuckled "And my parents are already excited about the skiing trip, shame we won't be here". The queen laughed "So are we! Being royal is quite a solitude existence behind the doors" she said seriously. "It never occurred to me that was the case" Max replied, "The dignity and respect to maintain". "Exactly!" the king added, "Royal friends are okay but it is always so distant. So royal". Alex sat forward "So these trust funds. What are they exactly?" he asked looking at his father. The king smiled "The personal one is just that, it is your own to do with as you please" he said. Alex nodded "And the Sovereign one?" he now asked. "It is the sovereign trust fund that you use for daily royal life, engagements and state visits" the king added. Alex looked confused "But isn't that paid for out of the sovereign purse?" he quizzed. "It is, but this fund is for clothing and meals. It makes Max and you more self managing" the king replied. "You will need to find an accountant to manage your funds now" his mother informed him. "Right" Alex said slowly, "And I pay them out of the Sovereign fund?" he asked and they nodded. "What about our other staff?" Alex asked, "Do I now pay for them?". "No" his father replied, "They are paid out of the sovereign purse. Any additional staff you must pay for now". Alex nodded "I think Max and I have all the staff we need" he said looking at Max who nodded. The footman knocked and entered "Your majesties, royal highness, sir. Joshua Franks to see you". "Ah yes, bring him in please" the queen replied standing and picking up a folder. Josh entered the room "Your majesties, royal highness, err.. Max?" he said unsure and bowing. The dowager queen chuckled watching his indecisiveness "Max is addressed as sir" she informed Josh. Josh nodded his head to the dowager queen "Sir" he said bowing his head and winking at Max. "We are so impressed with the dress and suits Josh" the queen said handing the folder to the king. "Thank you your majesty" Josh replied bowing his head. "Joshua Franks we are awarding you a Sovereign Warrant as supplier to the royal family" the king said. Josh stepped forward accepting the folder "Wow, this is really unexpected your majesty" Josh exclaimed. He truly was knocked for six being given a crown warrant. A royal warrant was generally given to daily suppliers of the household that after some months or even years. The royal warrant was awarded by specific members but the sovereign warrant on the other hand was incredibly rare as it encompassed the entire royal family, in fact only two sovereign warrants were currently in existence. But Josh was now holding one, even he knew how rare they were as the last one awarded made the national press. Josh was again about to be big news in the world fashion when word got out. That and the queen was going to be seen tonight by the press for the photo call of her wearing the dress he had personally designed for her. "It is well deserved Josh" the queen said, "I will see you at 6pm to in our apartments" she confirmed. Josh smiled and nodded "Of course your majesty". Josh was then unexpectantly invited for afternoon tea with the royals and Max's family. Excitement was evident surrounding the dress the queen was going to wear that evening, Max and the queen were so far the only people to have seen it and he was keeping tight lipped. Preparations for the masquerade ball were finished, the ballroom was adorned with purple table coverings and purple and gold balloons, food was to be available in the adjacent banquet room. The royal family congregated in the ballroom in front of press, all the men dressed in black the dowager queen in a light purple evening gown and the queen in her Joshua Franks dress. The deep red and purple lace proved to be a stunning dress. The press mostly focusing in on Alex and Max wanting to get more pictures of them together, then to the queen who had her photo taken with Josh where she proudly announced that her dress was designed by him and he had been granted the sovereign warrant. After the photo call was over the masquerade ball began. It wasn't without a little drama that was playing out behind every ones back, Gareth had spotted Tom and was becoming more and more besotted by him. It wasn't so much his age but more his very masculine manners and the way he carried himself with such a domineering appearance due to his height. Tom though was playing another game and constantly watching Nick and Asa who appeared to have more than just a turn in the bed thing going on. It was agitating Tom as he tried to figure out what this Asa had, what was making Nick follow him around like a lost puppy desperately needing to be close. The clear flirting between them, innocent touches every now and then had Tom so wound up he went in to the banquet room to calm down and drink some water. It didn't make any sense why this was winding him up he thought, Nick was much older and he made it clear from the start he wasn't looking for anything serious with Tom. In his eyes he couldn't see Nick and him being together, apart from the mad sex there was nothing in common. Tom watched as Max's brother walked past the doors with Franco in tow, the most outrageous thoughts going through his head watching Sam. He knew he was straight but my god he was just the type of bottom Tom could fuck ragged. "Tom!" Max called grabbing a bottle of water, "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked. "Sort of" Tom replied, "Must admit this sort of party is not really my thing". "Come on you are not fooling me Tom. I may not know you that well but something is wrong" Max said. Tom shrugged it off "Where is your cute friend Gareth?" he now asked as if he was changing the subject. Max chuckled "You fancy a bit of Gareth then?" he replied with a question. Tom smiled "He is quite sexy. How old is he?" he asked then taking a drink of water. "24" Max replied watching Gareth across the ballroom, "And single" he added making Tom smile. The dowager queen appeared and they bowed addressing her before she whisked Max off to dance. Tom stood there watching Gareth a while, in a way he was hoping that he would look over then walk across the ballroom to stand in front of him. His eyes almost willing him to look in his direction but Gareth seemed far to distracted enjoying the evening. Tom put the bottle of water down and slipped out unnoticed in the passageway. He was desperately horny and decided to go in to the city and hit the closest gay bar to find a booty call, something that never failed with Tom. Gareth chatted away to Asa, despite their weird night a few years ago they were still very good friends, they both realised that night was a mistake and very rarely mentioned it except when Max would bring it up to poke fun at them both. His eyes darted across just in time to catch Tom disappear from view, no matter how many times he looked over at his last position the guy never reappeared. Alex finally able to catch a breather as the orchestra finished for a short break and he had come to a stop right by Asa and Gareth. "Why aren't you two dancing?" Alex asked as they bowed at his appearance. "We want something a bit more funky to dance to" Gareth replied handing Alex a drink. Alex smiled softly "Yes I get it. Royal balls are always sedate events" he informed them. "Bloody awkward party" Asa added, "I only know who anyone is from their arse". Alex spat out his drink laughing then looked at Asa "So I guess Nick is the only arse you know". "Apart from Gareth and Max... Maybe" Asa replied giggling and blushing. "You should dance with him, no one will mind" Alex said kindly. "Here is the man of the moment!" Alex exclaimed as Josh and Marty joined them. Alex happily telling Asa and Gareth all about Josh's warrant and then moving on to Marty and his riding crop, he then went on to explain it was how he first met Francis properly after they both sported the same bruises in the same place at Greenacres. Even Asa stood there in a trance listening to every word Marty spoke, his deep velvety voice made him swoon until Nick lifted his mask from across the ballroom and glared at Asa who noticed and snapped out of it. Putting his mask back down Liam and he walked over towards the group. "Hands off Marty!" Nick said standing behind him, "Touch him and you will have me to deal with". Marty glanced over his shoulder "So the rumours are true?" he asked looking at him then Asa. Asa chuckled and looked at Nick unsure what to say "We are getting to know each other" Nick added. Marty smirked at Asa "If you ever need a horse riding lesson you know where to find me" he said. "Josh control your man!" Alex said unable to stop giggling from his own memories with Marty. "He is all talk now" Josh said taking Marty's hand who leaned in an kissed him briefly. "Where is your man anyway?" Marty asked looking around for Max. Alex rolled his eyes "Where he always is. With my grand mother, he spends more time with her than me!". The orchestra struck up again as the group laughed turning to see Max deep in conversation with the dowager queen then effortlessly they took to the floor for another waltz. Tom walked out in to the cold night air heading down the lane from the household entrance passing the houses in Sovereign Row until he reached the gate house. Stepping through in to the normal world he hailed a taxi to take him the rest of the way to Club Swanky, being a public holiday today it was bound to be busy with guys. The bar was known for its younger patrons since it played hard core disco music in the basement part, it was far from a seedy place. Sex never took place on the premises for fear of being banned, in fact it was a place where you could pick up a guy for the night and hopefully enjoy some very steamy random sex with them. Tom stepped out of the taxi and showed his proof of age at the door before being allowed inside. After placing his outdoor clothes with the cloakroom attendant he walked through to the main bar lounge. It was already busy with tourists and locals standing at the bar or sitting and drinking in the chairs taking a break from the basement club. As expected all eyes turned to look at the new arrival each time as they eyed up the new guy. Unfortunately two other guys had come in behind Tom partly taking the focus away except for a few who watched Tom walk over to an empty spot at the bar. He ordered a soft drink then leaned back looking out over the lounge taking in the view slowly, casting his eyes carefully over all the hot guys sat there. His previous visits had been successful and tonight was proving to be no exception. Many of the guys eyeing him up curiously like they were unable to establish how old he actually was due to his height and build. He thanked the bar tender and took several sips from his drink before wandering over and down the stairs in to the basement club. He stood just inside the doors to the club waiting and sure enough several guys aimlessly wandered in making eye contact briefly with a slight grin as they made their way on to the dance floor. He stood watching for a few minutes finishing his drink. People moved around the bar area and Tom spotted the solitary figure of a young man with light brown hair and what looked like a fine strong build that was just his type. Diligently watching the movements of the guy sat at the bar who was discreetly checking out several guys who stood near him whilst ordering drinks. His mind was made up and Tom brushed off several advances as he walked over to the bar where a space opened next the guy. Hannes raised an eyebrow recognising him immediately "Can I get you a drink?" he asked. Tom looked at him and smiled with no idea who he was "Thanks. Coke would be great" he replied. Hannes chuckled "You not a drinker then?" he asked watching Tom checking him out. "Not really" Tom replied, "You?" he asked noticing the guy had what looked like soda and lime. "Work tomorrow afternoon, need to keep a clear head" Hannes replied realising he didn't recognise him. Tom nodded "Yes me too but I start around 8am" he added thanking the guy for the drink. Hannes smiled "What do you do?" he asked quite casually and waiting to see what Tom would say. "Work in a hotel, you know room service stuff" Tom replied staring at him, "You?" he asked in return. "Work in security, mostly door stuff" Hannes answered and quietly impressed by Tom's response. Tom nodded looking at Hannes body "I did wonder looking at how fit your body appears" he said. Hannes chuckled staring at him "Do you approve then?" he asked softly. Tom smirked and leaned in "You want to get out of here and fuck?" he asked rubbing Hannes's leg. Cooly Hannes took a sip of his drink "Fast mover" he eventually replied, "Top or bottom?" he asked. Tom smirked "Take me to bed and you will find out!" he replied confidently. Hannes smiled "I switch. Like to give and get" he said running his eyes up and down Tom, "Many times". "Good" Tom said inching closer, "And I am no pussy in bed so be warned" he said smirking. Hannes put his glass down on the bar "You better be able to live up to that and take as good as you give". Hannes raised his hand and ran his fingers across Tom's chin then around his neck pulling him close. Teasingly and barely touching Tom's lips he moved them across slowly exhaling his warm breath over them. Tom moaned with a soft delicacy that had Hannes wanting to take him there and then. Instead he now moaned feeling the hand run slowly across his leg and over his groin copping a feel of his already erect cock. The flames of desire shone in their eyes, his lips almost gripped on to Hannes's mouth as he forced his tongue deep kissing him with an air of authority. Tom pulled back and smirked taking a sip of his drink and watching the guy pick up his own glass and downing his drink then standing. "You have somewhere we can go?" Tom asked now looking sheepish. Hannes smiled "Yes I do" he replied casually taking Tom's hand, "My car is around the corner" he said. Tom nodded "Do you live far away?" he asked as they climbed the stairs to the cloakroom. "Closer than you could imagine" Hannes replied grinning. Collecting their outdoor clothes and dropping a little tip to the sexy cloakroom attendant, who flashed them both an amazing smile and wink, they walked outside. The cold air and floating snow flakes began filling the air, they walked in silence around the block to the car. Hannes got in the drivers seat and fired up the engine pulling away. "Is it far?" Tom asked again trying to figure out if he would be far away from the palace. Hannes shook his head "No, literally five minutes away with the traffic" he replied. "Sorry I don't even know your name" Tom now said realising he knew nothing about him. Hannes smiled "Isn't this part of the game?" he replied, "Anonymity! he exclaimed. Tom looked at him in silence "I thought you just wanted to fuck not get to know me" Hannes said. "I suppose" Tom answered noticing they were heading towards the palace now, "This is the palace!" he remarked. Hannes smiled "I know Tom" he said glancing at him, "I live in Sovereign Row" he added. "You know me?" Tom asked staring even harder at Hannes trying to work out who he was. Hannes laughed "Tom the valet to Prince Alexander and Max" he said then chuckled. Tom gulped "Who are you?" he asked beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. "You eyed me up Christmas day after the snow ball fight" Hannes said chuckling. Tom looked at him but was still unable to place who he was "Sovereign guard?" he now asked. Hannes smiled "I know. I look completely different without my uniform on" he said. "But you lot never talk to anyone" Tom remarked and slightly put out at this advantage. Hannes shrugged "Household staff tend to ignore us". Francis talks to me every now and then" he replied. Tom laughed "In other words you and he have done it" he said suspecting that was the case. "Just the once" Hannes replied, "Mostly I go to Swanky for sex, it is easier". "So err... What I said in the bar" Tom started saying. "Don't worry Tom" Hannes said cutting him off, "I intend to show no mercy on you". Tom grinned "Seriously though I like it hard and aggressive" he said. "For a young guy you know what you want" Hannes replied, "And I will provide it!" he stated. Cleared through the gates he drove round to Sovereign Row that was very peaceful, the houses neatly spread apart to ensure privacy. Hannes closed the front door and immediately took control before Tom could even raise his hands to try and touch him. Their lips attached frantically, shedding their clothes until they both stood there naked. Tom looked at the athletic muscular build admiring it before realising that Hannes made his move and flung him over his shoulder carrying him up to the bedroom. All the time his finger rubbed between Hannes arse cheeks and tapping at his hole, then rubbing it roughly. His body flung back over the shoulder on to the bed but he was helpless to the guard who had military training and knew how on how to take his opponent down. His legs were suddenly grabbed and his body twisted over on to his stomach, Tom yelped as Hannes landed two stinger slaps on his arse. His hands holding Tom's legs down and apart, biting gently on his arse working his tongue between the firm softness of his skin until he found the prize. Tom bucked and moaned wildly in unexpected pleasure as Hannes aggressively ate his arse and spitting on his hole, pushing his tongue in deeper working the hole until it began to feel looser. Changing tact the tongue now moved with a velvety feeling exploring his hole, his whole body responded to the sensory overload, moaning softly at the tender then aggressive exploration that came in waves. Tom raised his head slightly and looking behind, he could see the nose and eyes of Hannes that were staring up at him. HE moaned louder feeling his arse cheek being bitten lightly and Hannes shifted his position standing up, still firmly gripping on to Tom's legs he pulled him back until they dropped on to the floor leaving his arse exposed on the edge of the bed. With those movements and his body now positioned, Tom knew exactly what was about to happen. He moaned softly at the tender kisses now working up his back, kiss by kiss they moved towards his neck getting ever so closer. Every time he inched further along his back he could feel more and more the his hard erect cock slipping between his arse cheeks, the first kiss on the back of his neck caused Tom to moan louder with his cock coming in to contact against his hole and nudging at it. The warmth of his breath tickled the nape of his neck stirring his need for sex. He tired to raise his head but Hannes moved quickly and held it down against the bed scrunching up his face in the process. Eagerly he anticipated the moment, licking his lips wishing he could urge Hannes on to do it, yet he deliberately toyed at his hole allowing his precum to be released coating the lips of his arse. Hannes removed his hand and sighed lovingly whispering in his ear 'Trust me', even the words seemed evocative and Tom nodded. Hannes moved on to his knees on the floor and reached under the bed pulling the first ankle restraint out with the chain attached. The rattling of the chain caused Tom to try and see what he was doing. All he could feel with the softness of the restrain being secured on his left leg, then his right leg. Hannes moved quickly round the head of the bed the pulled Tom's head up, rubbing the head of his cock against his lips 'Open like a good boy', his soft words delivered with a demanding nature. Tom opened his mouth and was instantly rewarded with the cock pushing in then back and in, small movements allowing him to suck and savour the taste of his cock and precum. Hannes grabbed his arms and pulled Tom up on the bed then swinging himself around he sat across Tom's shoulders, leaning forward he retrieve the first wrist restraint that was again attached to a chain that rattled. He was in two minds to protest but the words floated down again from Hannes 'Trust me', he held his left wrist up and watched Hannes securing it, then his right wrist. Laying so vulnerable on the bed, his arms and legs stretched out and secured to be bed, Tom certainly never expected his evening to take this twist or even the reaction in his body. Completely immobilised his cock was raging hard and he had never felt so exhilarated or turned on, he quickly discovered his entire body just seemed to be in a heightened sexual frenzy and wired to any form of touch on any point of his body. Hannes lowered himself on top of Tom and acutely aware how turned he was. Under his control Tom released an agonising moan and gasp. His noise belied the truth with his arse pushing up greeting his cock opening him up. The chains rattling from his excitement and feeling of being powerless to stop him. Hannes ground his hips balls deep inside the young guy, slowly pulling out watching the holed shrink quickly back to its resting state before he plunged in again. Over and over he repeated this, his cock slipping back inside faster and harder with every passing minute. The way he played with Tom, teasing his hole never doing more than one thrust before pulling back out, keeping it deep inside and staying perfectly still. Tom couldn't take any more of this game and pleaded with Hannes to fuck him. His pleas falling on death ears, each time he begged Hannes kissed and bit him lightly on the neck pulling his cock out until he was ready to plunge back in. One more time Hannes slid back in, this time he did it slowly then lowered his body completely on top of Tom pulling his head up and using his hand to move it until their lips met. Kissing him slowly his hips began moving giving Tom what he so desperately sought and giving him some satisfaction. Hannes pulled out to the disappointing moan from Tom, he removed the chain form the right wrist restraint and attached it to the left one then vice versa. Climbing off slowly and kissing all down his back, arse and legs until he was kneeling on the floor again. Hannes detached the chains from the ankle restraints then twisted Tom over on to his back pushing him further up the bed and in the process giving him some slack in the chains on his wrists. He leaned over and kissed Tom affectionately smiling down at him then kneeling up he lifted his left leg up and attached the ankle restraint to wrist restraint, then repeating the same with the right leg. Tom giggled at his predicament, strangely he never felt threatened or unsafe in his hands. instead he was enjoying the gentle way Hannes dominated him. So much so that he just couldn't get rid of his erection.

This is a fictional story and isn't based on anyone I know. My friends wanted to go one of those bars, you know the ones. The type that have those backrooms where guys can fuck each other. I was kinda nervous about going. I had just recently come out and I had just started going to gay bars. We had a few drinks in the bar area, and then they wanted to go back. I didn't know what to expect. We didn't have to check our clothes, it was anything goes really. It was dark, but not dark enough you couldn't see people. It was a long room, with raised benches against the wall. There were all types of guys, some in jocks, some wearing clothes. We walked around and then I saw this guy, fuck he was sexy. He was giving me a very seductive look. I was akward, I wanted to look cool but I couldn't. He grabbed me and started to kiss me. He was hot as fuck. He was 5'11, thin lean olive skin complection, curly hair, sneakers, socks, a neon jock, and a harness. We made out and before I knew it he had unzipped my pants and was rubbing my dick. He moved closer to me and put his legs up above my shoulders, moving his ass closer to my dick. I tried to tell him to stop for a second, and he was starting to move my dick towards his hole. I protested, wait wait. "Let me get a condom" I repeated a couple times. He laughed and said "baby, we don't use condoms here. Baby I only fuck raw." I pulled away. I couldn't. I only wore condoms. In fact, I had never met a bottom like this. Every single bottom I had fucked always insisted on condoms, and so did I. Another guy walked up to him. He wasn't even naked. I remember thinking this about the guy when I saw him, he looked like my friend's dad. Just a regular looking dude. He started to fuck him in the position he wanted me to fuck him on. The entire time he made eye contact at me. Then pulled me towards him and made out with me. Another guy, another regular looking guy wearing a jacket walks up and starts to fuck him. The other dude zipped up and left. And he started to make out with me more. After I woke up the next day, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I must have jerked off 4 times that day. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Just the idea. This beautiful guy, just letting any guy who wants to, fuck him with their raw dicks. I wanted to do it so bad. I wanted to be one of those guys. I checked out one of those hookup sites I had used to meet guys, and there he was. I was not intending to, but I ended up coming across it. He was a fucking whore. One pic of him in a jock and his hole. Another one with a cummy hole. One of him sucking. One of him getting a raw dick in his ass. Face pics. I picture of him getting fucked in a bathroom. His profile bio said "BBottom for dicks and cum. Submissive cumdump. Easy access. Friendly and always full of cum". to be continued part 2

Chapter 20 He pulled out and told the Pig to keep it in as long as he could. He also said “ I want your ass in the basement tonight “. The other guy added “ If you do, You’re going to have a great time tonight “. After the guys left the Pig straightened up. He was dizzy and was really high. He found that standing up meant he couldn’t keep that chempiss mix in his ass so he bent over again to help keep it in. He was hooked and wanted more of this great feeling. What he didn’t know was that he had a small audience watching the action and when he bent over a guy took that as an invitation to get fucked again. He walked u and with no words shoved his cock in the stretched nasty hole. Theis was a shock to the Pig snice he didn’t know anyone else was in there. The guy’s cock wasn’t as big and felt good except for the fact that it was working that mixture into a froth of cum, piss and the chems he had taken that way. The pressure was intense as it was being forced deeper into his body. He cold swear he could tase the vial mixture. The guy wasn’t going to last long and he said “ Hear comes my gift to you”. He started shooting his cum into the pig. When he was done has asked if anyone else wanted to add to the nasty mix. He added that it felt like he was really full inside. A guy stepped up and said “ Sure, hold him, lets see how deep in can get “. A couple sets of hands seems to come from no where and held the pig bent over. He felt a strange feeing at his hole. He knew it was the guy’s cock but didn’t know what was on it. He had felt a pierced cock going in his ass before and knew it was a cock but couldn’t grasp what was on it. the guy said “ I am going to get your ass ready for tonight, It will be your birthday. The Pig thought it was strange since his birthday was months away. The guy started pushing his cock up the Pig’s ass. The Pig could feel it being rougher than any cock he had up him. The guy was sawing in and out of him with a normal rhythm. The cock was getting to the point of pain when someone put a bottle under his nose and said to inhale. He figured it was poppers and took a deep hit and held it. all of a sudden his world seemed to collapse and he thought he was going to pass out. He wasn’t sure what was in the bottle but if it was poppers it had to be the strongest he ever felt. The guys on each side were actually holding him up. When he came back a little he discovered his ass was burning. The guy pulled out and said that the pig wasn’t going to get his cum until he went down stairs. The guys helped the pig up and all that mess stared hooting out of his ass. It burnt but felt good to get the pressure out of his insides. The Pig leaned against the shower wall and let the warm water run over his back and down his legs, There was and ran between his feet so anything that came out of him was washed not the drain. He pulled his cheeks apart and felt a cool feeling in his hole. He reached back expecting it to be sore and strangely enough it wasn’t sore at all. For all he just went thru he actually felt great. He couldn’t remember when he felt this good. Super horny but relaxed at the same time. He walked down the hall toward his room and ran into the guy that he had met at his room earlier in the day. The guy pulled him into his room and closed the door. He bent the Pig over to check on the progress of the Pig’s conversion. He saw that his ass was bright red and probably would be getting sore. Didn’t want the soreness to stop the Pig from fulfilling his destiny as a full blown Chemed up fagot Pig that by the end of the night would be carrying more forms of HIV, STI, STDs and any other nasty bugs a person could get. The guy was already down in the basement looking for the Pig and saw several guy that he recognized from a clinic that delt with patients that were infected with strands that no meds would help. He knew these guys would figure this was fresh untainted meat and would go after him. He also knew that they had a reputation for drugging their victims and turning them out on the streets to get anything up their asses or down their throats. Before he led the pig downstairs he put some cooling water based lube up the Pig’s ass. The Pig said that feels really good and asked for more. The guy said “ Just a little for now Pig “. With that he led the Pig out of his room and down the hall to the stairs for the next phase of the Pig’s education.

Update - My VL is now 1 MILLION! I now make the circuit all around DuPont (and other places) in DC. At this very moment I have 3 loads in me from the finest, sexiest men in DC. I walked out of Fireplace with very obvious cum stains on my pants and met another dude in Rock Creek park to finish me off. I love being overpowered by a muscular black man and my only regret is I can’t be pozzed again! This one dude in particular was shaved bald, had a magnificent beard, was wearing a black Venom (from Spider-Man) tshirt stretched over his muscles, black jeans and black Timbs. I wanted his Venom in me! What literally made my knees weak was the scorpion tat behind his right ear. Right now I am considering texting him and spending the night being injected by his venom….😈

Part 10 Stu: Ben was fun but I was getting bored. He didn't want to meet any of the guys in the area and when I suggested going into the city he was just as reluctant. I finally found a guy a few towns over that looked interesting. Most of his profiles were pretty generic, but on one site he said he was chasing. I wanted to knock someone else up. Gio and Javier were definitely doing better than me on that front. Then I had an idea. I needed to push Ben out of his comfort zone. I contacted the chaser, "cmhole33" on one of the sites that had his more generic profile. I told him I had a guy I was training and would like to meet up for some fun in my playroom. He took the bait and asked if both of us would fuck him. "Once my boy says you are good, I will" I replied. Ben looked uneasy when I told him that he was going to fuck a guy I was bringing over. I knew it might not go well, but since he didn't want to go to the bathhouse to hone his skills this guy would have to do. That was what finally got him to try bathhouse sex. The next day we were in the city walking into the nicer of the two bathhouses still open. He didn't do too bad at the glory holes. Once he'd dipped his cock into a couple guys I took him on a tour looking for greedy bottoms in the private rooms. He bred two that night and that got him a reward. I fucked him on a fuck bench in the main room. A large group watched and I picked a couple to fuck him after I dumped a nice load into his hungry cunt. The chaser turned out to be a lot of fun and Ben didn't hold back. He wasn't as good of a top as Danny, but he didn't have as much practice. While I fucked cmhole33 too, I didn't cum inside him, I just faked it. That load was reserved for Ben. The chaser messaged me back "ty sir for u & ur boy breeding me. luv a repeat" as soon as he got home. I replied "Did u keep loads in?" and he answered "yes sir" right away. He visited seven more times over the next couple weeks until he showed up feverish. Based on the timing, Ben must have infected him during the first two sessions. Knowing how viral he must be made my own cock even stiffer. We still fucked cmhole33 and and he earned my load as well. He couldn't meet a few days later but a couple days after that he was back and eager as ever. As he undressed, his white underwear had a yellowish stain on the front and when I picked them up part was crusty and part was damp. He looked nervous as I cuffed his wrists and ankles. Once he was locked on to the cross, I had Ben sucking his leaking cock. Rubbing over his back, I saw the remnants of the rash on his back. My cock drove into his hole and he screamed out "Thank you, Sir!" Ten minutes later I was flooding his guts with my seed. This time I had Ben fuck him second. He now looked comfortable topping, but I doubted he knew that he had charged up his first guy. Each of us dumped two loads into the now ex-chaser. When he went to leave, I told cmhole33 that we never fuck a boy for more than a month. "I understand, sir. Thank you. I will always remember our sessions" he replied and left. Once he was gone, Ben said "Stu, my cock has been leaking for the past few weeks. Why?" He was still naked and I lifted his cock and took a closer look. "Hmm, looks like you picked up a little bug. It happens when you get more sexually active. You should go to the doctor. Probably just an antibiotic to cure it" I said. His face went pale. "I can't. My parents will find out" Ben said. "There's a clinic in the city... they deal with this stuff all the time. Let me give you the address" I told him. That was the last time Ben came over. He went silent and I never heard from him what it was. I knew what they diagnosed for me and assumed Ben had the same, plus one extra special one that I'd been carrying for years. He had been a good fuck but it was time to move on and find someone new. Two weeks later I saw the chaser's profile had disappeared from a couple sites and the others either listed his status as poz or "ask me." The site where he had said he was chasing gave a pretty accurate description of his pozzing, but left out my contact info even though several other guys begged for it. -- Danny: Ben called me up, all freaked out. "I got a fuckin STD from Stu!" he screamed into the phone. I had never heard him get loud and this was louder than loud. "How do you know it was him?" I asked. "Well, him or his friends. He's the one that got me to do that group thing. And then my cock started dripping. I didn't know what it was and thought that it would go away. He told me to hit a clinic in the city. They told me I got gonorrhea and chlamydia. They did some blood tests too so maybe there's more" Ben said, still sounding angry but at least quieter. I didn't want to tell him that I had both of them too and was wondering if I got them when Stu came down for the football game with his friends. I didn't think any of them would intentionally infect someone. "Let me know what the other tests say" I told Ben. That night I got a message from Evan. "drip gone? meet @10?" he asked. We fucked for the first time since we went to the clinic. It was obvious that he was horny after not having sex for a couple weeks. Three loads got locked into his ass and he had to use the smallest plug he had since his hole had closed up. I really liked having someone down the hall to fuck regularly. While we recovered, he asked "did you do the blood test too?" "No, I figured I'd get rid of this crap first. I should go over there and get it done. How about you?" I asked. "Going tomorrow morning to get the results" he replied. During my lecture the next afternoon I got a message from Evan - "We gotta talk." -- Stu: I hadn't been to the adult bookstore for a few months. It was always hit or miss whether there would be anyone up for more than a quick blowjob. I was back by the booths, watching to see if anyone good went in. After a short wait, a guy came around the corner and glanced around. In the dim light it almost looked like Danny. He was about the same size and his hair was a similar length and color. The guy went into the one of the middle booths and tossed his tokens in. A minute or so later, I went into the one next to his. The selection of videos was pretty poor and I picked a gay bondage video and unzipped my jeans. Crouching down a second, I peered through the hole and saw the guy had stripped down. It wasn't Danny and if I'd seen his naked body at the baths I would have passed. He was completely shaved with a really small dick. His ass was OK, but that was about it. He would make a good gloryhole fuck since I wouldn't have to look at him. I stroked my cock, trying to get it hard. The cheesy video didn't help and actually was keeping my dick soft. I finally got it partially hard and pushed it through the hole, hoping the guy on the other side would get it slick and stiff. His lips felt pretty good and when he got his tongue involved it got my dick rock hard. While he might not have been the sexiest guy around, he had become a truly great cocksucker. No doubt he had a lot of practice. The thin partition kept him from burying his face into my bush but at least my cock got to feel his throat. Normally, I only let a guy suck for a couple minutes before telling him to give me his ass. It felt too good and he probably sucked for almost ten. I hoped his pussy felt as good as his mouth did, so I pulled my cock free of the hole and told him to turn around. He hesitated but finally pressed his ass to the gloryhole. My finger rubbed around the ring and it felt a little greasy from some lube he'd put in. That simple action told me he wanted to get fucked. I added a little bit of spit and lined my cock. He was a little tight and I wondered if he sucked a lot more than he got fucked. At least he didn't pull away like the last guy I fucked in these booths. I pushed about half way in and gave him a short pause. Two quick squeezes on my cock told me he wanted more, so I started to properly fuck him. His hole got slicker the more I drilled him which allowed me to go deeper. When he started to milk my cock I knew he wanted my load. He was in luck, since I hadn't emptied them in a couple days. A few moments later I planted my cock in as far as I could and showered his guts with my toxic load. His ass milked as much cum as it could, but I pulled my dick free when it stopped pulsing. Like a good bottom, he turned around and waited for me to push back through and let him clean up my dick. He was thorough and once all the cum was licked up, he sat back. "Fuck... that was a big load. Uh... You clean?" he asked. I snickered and replied "A little late to ask that question. Besides, backing your ass up for some anon dick isn't a good way to stay... as you call it, clean." "Yeah, I know. I was kinda hopin I got more than a good fuck" he replied. That was the first time someone had asked that question and wasn't hoping I was neg. "Time will tell" I said as I zipped up and walked out of the booth. -- Danny: The conversation with Evan was a really awkward. While he had been ok catching gono, being diagnosed with HIV was a a different matter. Since I had been the only one to breed him for several weeks, it looked like he got it from me. I just didn't think that any of the sex partners I had could have given it to me. Some reading and talking with Evan, though, seemed to confirm who probably did it. I didn't respond to the messages I got from Stu, pissed that he would do something like that and take advantage of my innocence. The doctors at the clinic gave me a lot more information and I found out an antibiotic wasn't going to make it go away like the others. I was surprised that Evan still wanted to fuck. He got more verbal too. Telling me to breed his charged up pussy and asking if I got turned on pozzing his ass. The question shocked me but I still flooded his ass, not having cum in almost a week. Just like before, he pushed a plug in his ass. We talked a bit and suddenly he turned to me and said "You didn't know, did you?" I shook my head 'no' and told him my full story from thinking I was straight and a lousy lover six months ago to meeting Stu and realizing I was gay to all of my encounters since then. When I told him about Ben, he just shook his head. "Sorry, dude. I thought you were the one who liked passing on bugs when you were just the victim. Sounds like this guy and his friends get off on infecting naive guys" Evan said, pulling me in for a hug. A few minutes later he said "When I changed my profile to poz, I got a bunch of guys asking me to breed them. How about you?" "I deleted my profiles. I think I may have infected some other guys, besides you. If I was poz after that flu I got the second week of the semester, I could have passed it on to almost twenty guys. I know some stopped responding and a few blocked me" I replied. "That sucks, but it's how that shit spreads. Uh... So I was going to get a tattoo to show off that I'm poz now. I can't decide on which design looks best or where to put it. You said that the group of guys you met with your buddy had a lot of tats. Do you know which ones they had?" Evan asked. "He's not a buddy anymore. I don't even know what tattoos mean you're poz" I answered back, feeling even more depressed. "Biohazard and scorpions seem to be the most common. Here, these are a few of the ones I was thinking about" Evan said, grabbing his phone. He showed me the images and all I could see were the ones on Stu's friends and the big scorpion drawing on Stu's basement wall. "I was thinking of the biohazard symbol with a bear paw in the center. Maybe putting it on my left chest above my nipple, but I would have to shave my chest. The other idea is just below my neck between my shoulders. I think I want something bigger on my arm so that's out" Evan said. -- Stu: Danny went silent on me after he told me he had picked up some STDs and he thought they came from the football game get together. I'm sure he talked to Ben and found out about his bugs and they realized they got them from the same guys. Danny hadn't said anything about HIV, but I figured he'd find out about that soon enough. It really didn't surprise me. Over the years I found guys I pozzed responded by either bonding with me or shutting me out. Danny and Ben were in the latter camp and I moved on like I usually did. I found another guy to play with, but after I bred him the first time he got really upset that I didn't pull out and I never saw him again. If you fuck bare, you should expect to take the load too. I ran into Ben at the grocery store and the evil stare he gave me could have melted rocks. He was with another guy and they looked like more than friends, so things were probably going to work out for him. With fewer and fewer guys wanting to hookup out near my house, I was spending more time back in the city. The commute was a pain but it always paid off with some easy ass to tap. Sometimes I would arrange a hookup on an app but usually I'd just prowl around and see who needed to get fucked. Yesterday was a prowl day. I wandered around the sleazier of the two bathhouses and found a few guys to suck my dick and get it primed for fucking. The first was terrible and I expected better from a guy his age. I let him go for no more than two minutes before I just walked away. A guy about my age was next and was way better. He got me hard and slick and earned himself my first fuck of the day. "Turn around" I told him and watched him slowly pull his lips off my cock. He spun around, presenting his ass. Before he reached back to spread his butt cheeks, I spotted the bio tat on his right cheek. "Poz, huh?" I said. "Yeah... undetectable now but still take any dick" he replied. "I prefer neg guys, but that blowjob was so good I need to see if your ass is too" I said. He laughed a bit and replied "Not many come here unless they're chasing. You should hit the other bath if you want to stay neg." I stuffed my dick into him anyway and found he already had a load in him. His ass was even better than his mouth and the cum inside him made it feel even better. I drilled him a while but my brain just couldn't let me breed a medicated poz bottom. A few final hard thrusts were followed by my cock pulling out. "Nice pussy, but I want to get my dick in a few guys before I cum" I told him. "Cool. Hope your dick liked that toxic bath it just got" he replied followed by a sinister laugh. "It did" I thought to myself, wondering which bugs it might have. I wandered the halls looking for my next cum hole and was striking out. I found one guy I'd pozzed a few years ago and another that I knew was also poz. The rest were either too wasted to be a good fuck or were just looking to suck. I decided to give up for the day and head home, maybe someone would be lurking on the apps later.

I have been an all safe top till november 2021. I had a regular fuckbud messaging me to top him from time to time. Had been fucking him for 2-3 years on a safe basis. On a certain moment I had a business dinner in town and was very very horny afterwards. Had to fuck before returning home and send this guy a message whether he wanted to wait ass up face down to get fucked late night? He replied immediately he would but -and this was completely new and unexpected- only raw. We chatted about because I tried to convince him to use a condom but he resisted and said that ther was no deal if a condom was used. My dick too, over and I agreed fucking him bare. Started fucking him and the feeling was just magic. I was so horny that I loaded him twice during the same session. When I legt his appartment, cum was leaking down his legs and he said ‘you enjoyed this way more, didn’t you boy?’. Told him he was a slut and left. when I got home and checked grindr saw a message of him saying ‘you know you’re never wanting to return to condoms now, do you?’. He was right. Started fucking him bare afterwards and enjoyed it so much. He screams to get seeded and loaded which is a super turnon for me. After fucking him bare for 2-3 months on a regular basis decided to go on Prep, which i did as from november 2021. Since then I haven’t used 1 single condom....... Unloading in a bottom’s ass while they touch my balls to milk my cum is pure heaven. Love the Total submission of bottom boys, blindfolded and legs on my shoulders.

My trip to California to into something that I thought I would never do. And that was to be a Tina slut. Chapter 2 As we were waiting for Shawn's BF to get back we were talking and the Pepsi that I was drinking(found out later on that Shawn had gone out and bought a couple bottles of Pepsi when I told him I was going to pick up a 6 pack before getting there ) Shawn had spiked with G and as I was drinking it I started to get light headed,sweating and really horny. All I remember saying to Shawn was could I use the bathroom and he said as went to stand up it hit me hard as I started to black out. I remember faintly hear Shawn saying to me don't worry once you come around the fun will begin. I wasn't sure how long I was out but I remember my eyes slowly opening up and hearing muffle voices a few feet from me and as my eyes started to open up all I could see what looked like 3 figures standing there I couldn't make them out and then a voice in my left ear saying we have been waiting for you. I turned to my left and there was Shawn standing there but this time he was standing there completely nude and his huge cock was right in my face(he had to be at least 8.5" and that was when he wasn't hard.) I tried to lift myself up but when I did I couldn't move my legs and then I tried to move my arms and couldn't, when I did try to move my legs or arms I would hear what sounded like chains hitting each other then I felt this very cool breeze and when I did I realized that I was completely naked and my legs and arms were strapped to a sling. When I started to move my legs and arms the chains hit each other and made the 3 figures I first seen turn their heads in my direction and I remember one of them yelling to Shawn I see our boys starting to come around as the 3 figures make their way towards me. Shawn but he'll be fine I guess I put a little bit to much much G in the pepsi, it was his first time doing. Trying to wrap my head around on what is happening, one of the figures walking towards said I guess he's going to have a first of many tonight then,as they all laughed. Shawn said to one of them Nick(how I would find out was his BF) grab my black nylon bag of the table and Derek hit the light switch then go in the other room and go grab the things we talked about while Mike here took a little nap on us, but that won't happen again I will have to make sure I just give him a little less next time. When the light came on I was temporarily blinded and when I opened my eyes up again there were 2 other guys standing on my right side and not only were they naked as well but they to had big cocks(Shawn's BF) was a little bit bigger than Shawn but he was much thicker and Phil was a little bit bigger than a average size cock but he was very thick as well. Seeing this I tried to get my legs or arms free which was a useless attempt and then I started to look around and was shocked at what I was looking at. Somehow they had brought me into I would say their playroom as there was 2 large mirrors on the side walls on each side of me and then there was another one hanging down directly above me, I noticed that on the corner of the mirrors on the walls were 2 small red lights and I seen 2 small cameras as well when I looked up at the one above me there were 2 cameras on the top left hand corner and one on the right bottom part of the mirror and on the wall in front of me were 2 tv's. One was actually a monitor and the other was a tv. I turned to Shawn and for the first time after coming around I had said what is going on here and said to let me go He just laughed and said in due time I will let you go but til that due time we are going to have ourselves a good time with you aren't we guys and Shawn and Phil said oh yeah and started to laugh. Forgetting about Derek til he came into view with a large duffel bag and placed it down by my legs(which were not only strapped to the sling but we're also pulled back far enough that any cool breeze I would feel I would feel it on my fully exposed hole) then Derek asked what they were laughing about. Shawn said that I asked him what was going on and to let him go and I just told him I would but in due time but we were going to have ourselves a good time with him first and Derek looked right into my eyes and said oh yeah we are as I felt him take what felt like 2 fingers and tried to put them in my hole and was meant with resistance but that didn't stop him from keep pushing as I jumped and felt his fingers slightly go in and then he said boy are you tight. Then shawn said that's why I had you grab the bag after he gets use to a few of the things in that bag and giving him this as I looked and saw a needle in his hand and some clear fluid filled half way he is going to be begging us to open his hole up more but til then I will give him this and one of you get the machine setup and grab one of the nice size dildo and attach it to the machine and once I point him and get the machine going we'll leave him alone in here and we'll watch him in action in the living room til we do what we need to do so we can have our fun with him. I felt my wrist being held and then unstrapped as it was brought down and held down on the sling as Shawn put a rubber strap around my arm and tied it somewhat tight as he started to tap around my arm within 10 seconds he said oh yeah right there as I started to push the needle in he said it's time for you to fly and before I could say anything he had already started pushing the plunger down and within a matter of 20 seconds not only did I start to feel something that I have never felt in my life but had changed my life. That feeling I started to get was first the coughing and then a warm rushing feeling that started in my arm up to my head then down my entire body til it hit my hole it seemed to skip over one upper body part and that was my cock in fact I felt that it had made it a little bit smaller. I remember feeling that warm rushing feeling and moaning as I heard in a faint voice saying doesn't that feel good and then him saying you'll be feeling a lot more of that warm rushing tonight and will be begging us to use you then he grabbed his semi hard cock and said I remembered what you said about you never had a cock down your throat or close to touching the back of you throat. But when we come back I will be the first one to get this cock down that throat and when I do I am going to enjoy watching it slide not only down your throat but watching it slide in and out of that mouth of yours as he rubbed the thick head of his cock on my lips and I could taste the pre cum. But til then we are going to watch on the monitor in the living room you enjoy having your hole fucked on your own and we'll come back and then you can enjoy us as I saw the monitor turn on and there was 4 different screen then it went to 2 and there was I on the monitor and I could see that the 2 cameras that were on the mirror hanging above me one camera was pointing on my upper chest and face and the other one was pointed down and directly towards my hole.. I could see that my hole was fully exposed and it looked like it was twitching and throbbing as I was still feeling the warm rushing feeling. They had left my arm free as I was handed something and then I saw Nick start putting the fucking machine between my legs and when he moved and I looked down then up to the monitor I saw the fucking machine being adjusted but what shocked me was what he had attached to it. They had put this dildo on it and I would say it was at least 12"long and probably a little thinner than a coke can. They said that they were going to get themselves ready as they started heading out the door then Nick stopped at the table and picked up a bottle and came back to me and before he handed me the bottle he said Shawn finally picked the right guy as I seen him move his hand between my legs to my cock and slowly began to move his hand up and down it felt so good but it wouldn't get hard then Nick smiled and said it's ok we weren't planning on you using your cock anyways but when I come back I will see if I can get it hard but if not I like doing other things that I am sure you will be begging me not to stop. Then he said don't worry about this as he held his cock or Shawn's even though we are big and thick we know how to make you enjoy every inch. Then he put a remote and a bottle of poppers in my free hand and said your going to want both. Then as he walked back to the door he stop and put lots of lube on and in my hole along on the dildo then he hit the button on the fuck machine and I felt something wet pushing against my hole he turned is head and said I suggest you hit that bottle of poppers a lot it make it easier on you and on your hole. The rush was still there and when I felt the head of the dildo push against my hole I could feel the sling move back just a little but enough that the dildo went back but it came right back as it pushed against my hole again I fumble to open the bottle of poppers after hitting the 3rd going on to the 4th hit when the dildo started to push up against my hole as I held the 4th hit of the poppers and as the head of the dildo was pushing against my hole I could actually feel the head start to slowly open and stretch my hole but just as I felt it do that the dildo pulled back then I looked up at the monitor and watched the head of the dildo pushing on my hole and I started to moan as I hit the poppers again and I didn't know it but when I started to open the poppers I hit the button on the remote and it started to go slightly faster. Chapter 3 coming in 2 day this will probably be 4 chapters. If I get enough replies and or comments I will post another story once this one is done

I was 16 and in town shopping with a mate on a Saturday, like most teens do. I needed a piss so went into the toilet block. As I was pissing at one end of the long trough urinals, I thought I could see the guy at the other end wanking out of the corner of my eye. I kinda froze but couldn't help but turn to look. He stood back a little, and was indeed stoking his hard cock. He was probably mid 40's and wearing a camo jacket - so hot. He beckoned me closer. I hesitated, but had to do it - my first gay experience. I reached out and touched it, WOW, touching another cock than mine. I don't know how I had the confidence, but I had to taste him, so I bent forward and starting to suck my very first cock - in a public toilet and out in the public area. It only lasted a few seconds as I heard footsteps, and quickly left. Cottaging in public toilets became a daily visit after that.

I have had a few massages that ended that way. Two particular ones come to mind. Once was what led me to barebacking. In my early 20's I went to a guys place for a massage and he did it on his bed. I admit I was hoping for a happy ending but that was about it. But he stripped for the massage as well. It was one of the hottest massages I ever had. He warmed the oil and with me laying face down on the bed he straddled my arse and dribbled warm oil on my back and massaged as normal. But then moved back a bit (and he had gotten hard at this point) and dribbled warm oil on my arse and crack (it felt amazing), and then back to my shoulders. As he leaned forward to massage my shoulders, his hard cock just slowly slid inside me raw with the oil. He then proceeded to fuck and breed me. He offered me a shower after, and while in the shower he joined me and fucked me again in the shower. It was amazing. The other was a few years back and was supposed to be a genuine massage. It was on a massage table at my place and he was hot. But stayed clothed. All went normally until I felt his cock rub against my head. I reached up and released it and began sucking it, and he said that was not normally what he did, but was ok with it and it would just be sucking to be clear. He lasted all of 2-3 minutes before picking me up and carrying me to my bed and just slid straight in raw and fucked me like he lost control and was wanking me as he fucked me. At the same time he unleashed his seed in me I came all over my stomach. I don't have a lot of self confidence so it felt good he lost control massaging me 🙂

I’ve been in the role of cumdump encourager lately for my Texas pussyboy. He’s got a great ass and a really good service attitude for his tops. He lives in the middle of nowhere but I’ve been encouraging him to make his throat and pussy available to the men of his area. And I’m proud of him. He’s been getting a couple loads a week even out there in small town Texas.

Chapter 19 The guy behind him said “ Tastes like this Pig has already had something up his chute “ . the other guy said I wondered they way he was walking and sweating. They suggested they go to the showers to get rinsed off. This sounded great to the Pig. He was really hot and very horny in a relaxed way. They waked down to the showers passing other guys that looked at the Pig in the middle and smiled. The Pig thought that this was a really friendly place. Once in the shower the guy that was sucking him said “ I need to get my cock sucked “. He added “ Since I sucked yours. Think you could return the favor ? ”. The Pig knelt down and started doing his best to get the cock in his mouth. It was longer than he though but he was determined to do this. At the same time the other guy began playing with his ass. The guy in his mouth stopped him and told him to hold still. He grabbed the back of the Pig’s head and all at once cut loose with a load of piss. The Pig started to back off then he tasted the foul taste but he was unable to get away. He choked on it but stared to swallow it. It was either that or suffocate. When the guy pulled out he held the Pig bent over an the one that was rimming him started pushing his cock up the Pig’s ass. It hurt a little but would not go in. The Pig desperately wanted something in his ass. The guy pulled back and then started pushing in again. This time he got most of his cock in the Pig’s ass and began rocking back and forth. This really felt great to the Pig and he began to moan in delight. The one guy said “ I think this Pig is enjoying this “. The one in his ass said “ Lets see if he enjoys this “. With that he stopped moving. The pig thought it was over but didn’t want it to end. He felt a warm feeling deep inside him and it was growing. It was a very pleasant feeling and he realized the guy was emptying his bladder in him. The pig felt slightly bloated but not at all uncomfortable he actually was growing to like this new sensation. The guy pulled out but kept the pig bent over, the other guy moved to the back of the Pig and placed his hard cock against the Pig’s hole. The Piss in the Pig’s guts was begging to feel funny, a combination of good and bloated to the point it wanted out. He didn’t have long to concentrate on that as the cock that was pressed against his hole was now plunging into his ass. It was bigger than the last cock and was pushing the piss in his guts deeper. There was pressure deep inside him and he was getting dizzy from being bent over or was it something else. He could feel and hear the gurgling in his bowels as the cock went deeper and worked the mix into is ass. He was sure everyone could hear the noises his ass was making. The guy in his ass said “ You feel that nasty mix in your guts “? The pig simply replied “ Yes “. The guy said “ Yeah. I have been hitting Tina all afternoon and my buddy loves coke “. “ I figure you have a really strong cocktail in your bowels about now “. With that he stared fucking harder and was about to deliver a hot load into the new cunt bent over in front of him. He yelled “ Take my nasty load you Pig “. He crammed his cock deep in the Pig and he could feel the familiar throbs of a cock exploding in his soaking ass. He pulled out and told the Pig to keep it in as long as he could. He also said “ I want your ass in the basement tonight “. The other guy added “ If you do, You’re going to have a great time tonight “.

Chapter 2 There was a silence for a moment that was probably a lot shorter than it felt. The large guy in the office was the one to break it. "This virgin is your son?" Could everyone tell I was a virgin? He looked back and forth from me to dad and I could see the realization in his face. When we were together it was hard not to see the resemblance. In just the couple weeks of the summer that had passed, strangers at the grocery store or in the elevator in his building would casually refer to dad as my dad, just assuming without asking. One woman said that dad looked like he had traveled from the future so he could spend time with his younger self. So for the office guy, things clicked pretty quickly and he turned to dad and said, "This is pretty twisted. Can I watch?" He broke out in laughter. I looked over at dad and he looked like he was frozen in shock not knowing how to respond to any of this. "Give me a break Freddy," Dad finally said. They knew each other by name? "Do you mind if I talk to my son for a minute? Can I bring him inside to my room?" Freddy shook his head. "You trying to get him in for free too? Gotta pay up." "I'm in just my towel Freddy. You know I'm good for it. Let me just talk to him." He looked back at me and motioned me over. I had no idea what to say. Things had taken such a crazy turn. I had thought through some scenarios as extreme as guys trying to kill me. Seeing my dad at a bath house where I was hoping to hook up for the first time was nowhere near being a possibility. That's when it hit me and I just blurted it out loud as it came to me. "Youre bi dad?" Before dad could respond, Freddy cut in. "Oh shit. Yeah go ahead. You two have a lot to talk about. Go through the door kid." There was a little humanity in his voice. "Like you tried to before you little shit." And then he had to make that last remark. He said it in a sneer but I followed his direction and this time walked through the door. It was much darker on this side of the door and even though I expected it, it still felt like a surprise. I held onto the door as I let my eyes adjust a little bit but then I heard dad again. "Coop. Come on. It's ok." I turned and saw dad bare chested and in a towel. I knew he was in shape. We both ran and we had a couple times in the past done 5-7 mile runs together to catch up. It killed the awkwardness of sitting one on one in a restaurant or something and trying to come up with things to say. But we weren't going on a run now and we werent even going to a restaurant. We were going to a room he rented in a bath house. I followed dad down the hall but in every way I had no idea where I was. We turned into a hallway and the first room we passed had a TV playing porn against one of the walls. There was no door and two guys were sitting across each other watching the porn and stroking. I only peeked my head in and then kept walking to keep up with dad. The next thing I noticed was a door that led to a sauna or steam room, I wasnt sure. We didnt stop so I didnt get a look at the sign. Dad turned a corner and this hall had a series of doors that I figured must have been the rooms. Some doors looked open but most doors were closed. This was the first sign of other people being around besides the TV room. I thought there would be more guys out in the hallways but there werent yet. When we passed the first open door, I looked in. The light was off in the room but from the hall light I could see someone laying in the bed stroking looking out I guess waiting for someone to come in or watch. As we approached the next open door, we could hear the sounds of sex. As we passed by, I saw two guys in the bed fucking doggie style. They were both facing the door and I made eye contact with the top. From what I could tell from the glimpse of him that I got, he was probably in his 30s and had a muscular torso with a sleeve tattoo. I almost wanted to stay and watch but I couldn't shake that I was here now with my dad. Awkward wasnt the word anymore. It was more than that and it was stopping me from exploring this place the way that I had thought I might be able to if I were alone. Dad just kept walking so I followed. He turned another corner down another hall of rooms. I started to feel like I was totally lost like if he left me there I wouldnt know how to get out. Finally, he stopped and went into his shoe to grab a key. When he got it, he stood back up and unlocked a room door. "This is my room." He opened the door and stepped inside. I followed him to the door but once he turned the light on, I saw how small it was. It fit a twin bed and a small table with a lamp on it. He sat down on the bed and noticed that I was still standing outside the door. "Come in. I think we should talk." I walked in and shut the door. Dad was seated on the bed. I just stood against the door not sure where to move. I became very aware of two things: how small the room was and how naked dad was. The towel around his waist was your typical gym towel which is to say that when he sat down his entire right thigh was exposed and more of him was at risk of becoming uncovered. "I guess there are things we have to talk about Coop. Do you wanna sit down?" I hesitated. "Do you mind if I just stand for now?" I was processing my feelings of embarrassment not just for me but for dad. "So is this your Thursday night poker game?" "Yeah about that Coop. I didnt want to get you mixed up in anything. Inviting guys over and all. I wasnt trying to keep anything from you. Really." "Its ok dad. You dont have to explain. Im just shocked I guess and to find out this way is just--" "Yeah" dad chuckled. "Does mom know?" "What? That I'm bi? Yeah. She knew from the start. She didnt think it was her place to tell you. She said when I was ready I could tell you. I guess I'm ready now." He chuckled again and thats when I realized it was his response to his nervousness. He didnt actually think anything was funny. "Does mom know that you're bi?" "Dad...I'm gay. I went out with those girls because I felt like I had to. Mom doesnt know yet. Just trying to find the right time." There was silence now. It was hard to know where to go from this point. "How did you find this place?" "Google." Dad laughed. "So you were looking for...what in particular?" I could feel my body getting clammy having to explain this to my dad. He could tell. "It's ok Coop. You found me here so there's no reason to be embarrassed." So I explained it to him. I was standing in a rented bath house room with my half naked dad telling him about high school and freshmen year in college and finally wanting...needing to be with a guy. Dad just listened quietly nodding. "I get all of that Coop. I'm sorry we havent spent a lot of time together the past few years so that we could know each other better and you would feel safe sharing those things with me." "Thanks dad." "For tonight, let me give you a couple of options so that we feel ok with how this turns out. If you are too weirded out by seeing your dad here, you can walk out now no questions asked. If you want to stay but you still feel weird about me being here, I can leave and I promise I wont be upset by that. Or we can both stay and just try not to get in each others way. Up to you kiddo." Dad laid the choices out really matter of fact but I felt for one of the first times that he was really caring for me in that moment. Looking out for me. And I wanted to give him a hug which I would have done if he was wearing more. "Actually dad. Since you seem to know this place and the people who work here, would you be ok with staying and showing me around and stuff?" I couldnt bring myself to look dad in the face. I was too afraid of the rejection. I had never come close to being this vulnerable with him before and just wasnt sure how he would take it. "I'd love that Coop." I looked up and the look in his eyes and face almost made me cry. "One thing you should know before I take you around though. You gotta put this on." He held up my towel. "You cant go around fully clothed. Youre gonna need to get naked and put this around you like me and then we can go." We looked at each other for a long beat. Dad and I had never seen each other naked before. This was the most I had seen of him and now I had to go fully naked in this small room. There was no escape now. I had to just suck it up. "Uh...ok" I pulled off my t-shirt and then my shorts and realized that dad did not look away. He was watching me get naked. This wasnt for him but for some reason, when only my boxer briefs were left, I made eye contact with him again and did not turn away as I pulled my last stitch of clothing off. I could feel my cock stir and for the first time since I got to the bath house I became aware of how horny I was. Seemingly at the same time we both sensed what was happening and I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. "You ready Coop? You ok?" I nodded and didnt say anything and I think he could sense my nervousness. "Its ok. You dont have to stop anywhere or do anything. we can just take a circle around the place and come back to this room ok? No pressure. You gonna be ok? Im not gonna let anything happen to you...unless you see something you like." He smiled. I nodded again and as he stood up to move to the door, he pulled me into a hug. Our bare chests pressed against each other and as our towels met I could tell that dad was getting hard. Feeling that was getting me harder and I pulled out of the hug and turned to the door. I needed to walk this off.

I'm an encourager for fat and muscular guys, but nothing turns me on quite as much as a uninhibited cumdump. So I'm wondering if I could fuze the two kinks. Cum dumps comment below, what makes you want to take as many loads as possible? What things could a guy do to make you push past your limits and take as many loads as you're offered? Do you have any trigger words that make your fuck hole hungry and insatiable? If you had an encourager how could he get you to take more loads?

*wap* *wap* *wap* *wap* "fuck yeah dude I'm gonna cum." My head was spinning. I don't say anything but pressed back up against him. Soon he started unloading in me. Almost immediately after I heard the deadbolt. Fuck! She was supposed to be in Connecticut until tomorrow. I was staying at her place looking after her dog. I didn't know the name of the man who was emptying his balls in my asshole. We met on craigslist. He responded to my ad looking for dick. **** I'd was bored at Amanda's shitty apartment in the LES. It was Sunday afternoon and I started watching some porn. I was feeling spicy so I put on this 80s gay DVD she had for whatever reason and I got out a buttplug she'd used on me a few times. Amanda knew I fantasized about gay sex. In fact, she incorrectly thought I'd been fucked by a guy because I lied and said I had been. She thought it was hot. The plug was in me and my cock was ridiculously hard and leaking cum. I was rocking on the butt plug. On the screen a tanlined twink got railed bare by a muscly guy with a pornstache. I posted an ad looking for a top to fuck me. I included the nearest cross street and my stats. After 5 minutes I edited it to add "breed me raw." I started emailing a few guys then got a response from a guy who was literally 4 blocks away. I told him I was at my gfs and he didn't care. He was indeterminately 30s maybe early 40s. Kinda faggy looking with bleached blonde hair but I liked his bald pubes and thick but not huge cock. I gave him the address and apartment number. The buzzer startled me inside of 15 minutes. I pulled up my basketball shorts, the butt plug still inside. I let him inside and started to mildly panic. I was only up one floor so I didn't have long. He came inside. I was suddenly insecure about the gay porn. He slid his hand down my shorts and said relax. I laughed and did. He sat down on Amanda's shitty Ikea couch. I knelt between his legs and opened his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. I sucked his stiffening dick into my mouth. That was a first! I realized I didn't know what I was doing but figured it wasn't too tricky. His penis felt huge in my mouth and I gagged a couple of times. "Let's fuck" I stood up and got naked, pulling the plug from my asshole. I'd used lots of lube and some of it ran down my right thigh. I walked over to the bed. Another horrible Ikea acquisition lol. I got on my knees and stuck my ass in the air and pulled out the plug, dropping it beside me on the comforter. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and slid inside of me. I was having unprotected receptive anal sex with a man whose name I didn't know. My cock leaked precum but also shriveled. He fucked me hard, slowing for a few moments when he heard me whimpering. I told him to fuck me. I said I wanted his load. He flipped me on my back. He pulled me past the edge of the bed and was deep inside me. *wap* *wap *wap* his thighs slapped against me. "Fuck you do have a tight asshole." I was having an out of body experience. I was intensely turned on by getting fucked. I was fantasizing about him shooting a huge load of semen inside me. My legs were over his shoulders as he fucked my ass. Amanda had fucked me many times but this was the first time I had an actual cock in me. "Uhhh yeah." "Jerk off." "huh?" "Jerk off." he put my hand on my cock, which was soft but dripping precum. He stopped fucking but stayed inside. I jerked off, fast, blasting a huge load on my stomach. I felt overwhelmed but he wasted no time pulling out and having me flip onto my hands and knees. A ribbon of cum ran off me onto the bedspread. He penetrated me from behind and began fucking me hard. *wap* *wap *wap*. He grabbed me, smearing cum on his right hand and wiping it on my neck, "sorry dude you came a lot." *wap* *wap* *wap* why'd I done this? I could've just jerked off. *wap* *wap* *wap* *wap* "fuck yeah dude I'm gonna cum."

In my sportier years I treated myself to the occasional massage via gay contacts, so I felt comfortable being nude on the table. 100% of them would result in the masseur going nude too, so when it came to the lower back, butt and upper leg section where they'd straddle me on the table, I'd say at least 85% of them led to their hard on teasing my crack, then hole, and then sliding in bare and giving me a load. Unsurprisingly I developed a submissive weakness to being massaged from this.

He got back from his trip, horny and hungry for one of my loadings. Wanted me to procure loads for him Monday, but I was busy with family. Told him to save himself for a preferred cock, that I needed to fuck my big load into a tight virgin hole. Next day he comes over, assures me he didn't get fucked the day before or since before his trip, and that his hole was still a virgin. I have doubts, but initial quality check tastes clean. Sliding in he's tight and got really good grip. Def not freshly fucked, but I'll need to keep going deeper to fully assess. I tell him I'm still seeing if he really is a virgin. He moans, tightens like only he can, and tells me to keep checking deeper. Secretly, I hope I can feel a load in there like the last time. After a couple minutes I remember a top buddy had been waiting outside, eagerly arrived before my cum dump. I tell him, "the next top is waiting outside." He didn't believe me, so I told him to come to the window and see the jeep parked outside. Told him "he's cum in you before," and my cumdump asks when? I remind him the scenario in January when I served his ass out at a hotel glory hole. He vaguely remembers, so I told him, "good. Put on your blindfold and suck my dick while he walks in." Quiet type with thick uncut cock. Doesn't waste time and gets to fucking my blindfolded buddy. I'm sitting facing the dude, asking him if he likes my buddy's hole. He mumbles yes, and motions for me to come watch. I grab my phone so I can snap some pics and vid, cause my cum dump likes to see that it happened. We take turns fucking him and then I ask my cumdump if he's ready for the load. He moans affirmative, but tell him to speak up. "Yes, I want him to give me his load." I turn to the top and say, "you heard him." For whatever reason he pulls out and cums on the hole and cheek. Some lands on the jock cupping my cumdump's balls. No matter. As he's zipping up I lap up one of the cum streaks and then crawl to my cumdumps's mouth, telling him to taste. We kiss and spread the stranger's load across our lips, then ask if he wants to taste it on my cock. He moans yes and goes to remove the blindfold, but I hold his wrist, "not yet." I don't let go of the wrist while I bend the arm backward and enter him from behind. He spreads his fingers motioning to grab his hand, breathing deep as I plow the seed deeper, his fingers lacing mine, and I remind my cumdump I like using this guy's loads as lube. "yeah, is it enough lube?," he asks eagerly. "Yes, for now." A few thrusts in, I pull out, but he grips my hand tighter, telling me he still wants me in him. "I thought you wanted to taste the load on my cock?" He whimpers "I do," and while he's licking my knob I remove the blindfold, and we hear the front door close. "He just walked out, want to see him?" While we watch the UC stranger walk with pep in his step, I mount my cumdump, rest my cock head on his hole, and slowly start entering while I whisper in his ear, "that man just came in you. Because of you and your perfect hole. Look how happy you made him. He's satisfied." I feel my cumpdump's hole tighten, he moans, "And I've never even seen his face." While we watch the top drive off through the bedroom window I nibble my cumdump's earlobe, his hole gripping and relaxing just the way I like. I tell him I need to check if the medicine bottle full of my frozen cum has melted yet. He let's out "nuh uh," and it's only then when I wonder which is gripped tighter: my cock or my hand to his chest? For two, silent seconds I can't tell where I'm feeling his heart beat.

The masquerade party seemed to pale into insignificance the minute I read about Tom and Hannes and their hot and steamy antics. A night with those guys would certainly be memorable ⛓️👿 Now that would be a great match for Tom . Perhaps Gareth might enjoy a kinky thruple.. If not, I'd happily take his place 😉

What are you doing? Only you can answer that. She's given her consent to you having sex with men (Kudos to her). She asked you to get tested, which suggests she's aware of health concerns. So: why not go on PrEP, and suggest to her that she go on it as well, to protect herself in the (hopefully unlikely) event you contracted HIV while with another man? Only you can guess whether she'd consider that as being supportive of her health and keeping her safe, or as a warning sign you planned to "get wild" as you noted. While that wouldn't address concerns about other STIs - and you should get screened for them regularly if you're on PrEP, and even if you don't - it would take care of "the big one", as they say. And while it's true that HIV meds are now widely available, covered by most insurance, and pretty effective, they're a lifetime commitment. With PrEP, if you ever decided to give up on outside sex, or if you two split up down the road (that's a valid concern), she can go off PrEP if it's no longer relevant in her life. If she were to contract HIV through you and your "getting wild", there's no off-ramp for the treatment. Other than that, as long as you stay within the guardrails of whatever limits she puts on your outside sex, the rest is details. If you like the shirt, wear it when you're having sex with men. Ditto for the jocks. I suspect she doesn't want to know the details of your experiences, and that's what those are - details. Just keep them from spilling over to the rest of your life (ie PrEP, STI testing, etc.).

Some guys may be chasers hoping you're poz. Some guys may be having second thoughts and want reassurance that you're negative & on PrEP, or Poz undetectable. I'd imagine the response to "I'm poz" would be very different from those two guys. Perhaps you could respond "Before I answer that, I'm curious why you're asking now, and not before we had sex?". If it's a chaser, you could then reply "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm negative and on PrEP" and know that this is someone who, as you've noted, is NOT looking after his health. If it's a person who's having second thoughts, you can then reassure him of your status, but urge him to consider PrEP if he's not on it, so he won't have to worry or feel bad about asking.

I have never not fucked at a sauna , and often within a few minuets of arriving. they are also great for my favorate pastime - fucking a spunk filled cumdump. choose your time well , ie a couple of hours after opening and you will always find a loose pre-filled bottom

Depends entirely on the fuck and the situation. If he's a good fuck, let's keep on going. If not so much, or we're in a large group setting, then sow that awed, piggy 😄

I have a thick dicked fwb who works at a hotel restaurant. I was at the local McDonald’s having sweet tea + cherry pie. He told me he was bored + horny. Fast fwd, he’s bending me in the lockable single stall restroom; I’m muffling my moans over the sink. We both had some amazing cherry pie XD

Fuck yes its okay to say it out loud. Nothing gets and keeps me harder than being told how good my dick feels while sliding in and out of a hole and/or when I'm balls deep and shooting my load. So fucking hot to be told your dick is giving them so much pleasure just by being inside them

I'll start by saying I'm not a bugchaser and am not turned on by the thought of becoming poz. I am currently Neg + Prep. I've always thought it made sense to assume that every guy I have sex with is poz. It's a bad idea to go down the route of trying to work out someone's status, either based on what they say (everyone lies about something) or my rapid assessment of their demographic: far too many people have been badly burned doing that. So, when I used condoms, I used them with everyone except for a few poor choices and slip ups. Now that I'm on Prep, I don't ask status: it wouldn't change what I do. When I first started on Prep, I took some time to think to myself about how this was going to change my behaviour. Would I let guys come in my ass? What about guys I knew to be Poz? I became comfortable with the idea quite quickly, and actually let a Poz + undetectable guy come inside me shortly after starting Prep (it wasnt entirely planned because I'm more of a top and only bottomed on the spur of the moment, but what happened didn't bother me). Reading the posts in this thread has been interesting because it helps me understand the 'chaser mentality'. I'm particularly interested in the fact that some guys enjoy the thought of being poz or the thought of fucking poz guys because it makes them feel sexually free and liberated. For me, I get the same feeling: but from being on prep. It's a miracle drug that has freed me to have the sex I want while staying HIV-neg). I'm happy to fuck poz guys but don't actively prefer them. The only thing that puts me off is seeing profiles which talk about trying to accumulate strains of HIV or collect STDs. There are quite a few here, though not really on other sites and apps I'm on. I'm not sure I'd fuck someone like that, I'd prefer someone who tries to look after their health, as I think most Poz guys do.

The best sex comes through communication, we're all there for a good time right?

Part 9 Stu: Ben sounded a little sad when I said I needed a couple days to recover from my weekend. A little while later he texted "Danny seems to be in the same shape. He said your friends were fun." I was surprised that Danny would have told anyone about what happened, but I knew that he and Ben were close. "Are you free next weekend? Group fun in basement?" I sent Ben a few hours later. I figured that he could find out just how much fun Gio, Javier, Steve and Tomas could be. Maybe a few others could join us. I doubted I could offer Ben up as a neg guy for my buddies to charge up, but it would still be fun. The group from the football game were still talking about how much they enjoyed the football weekend, which was rare. Usually they forgot about their weekend exploits by Sunday night and were off looking for their next adventure. Other than playing with Ben's remote controlled butt plug, I didn't see him until Friday. He was eager for his first group sex experience. I told him that it was going to be the guys that Danny met the week before and a few others, which seemed to re-assure him that it wouldn't be too crazy. I think he wanted to keep up with all of Danny's experiences. Since he showed no interest in topping, that would be a little hard. I dumped a load in him that night, but wanted to make sure my tanks were full for the party the next day. Saturday afternoon, he showed up right on time. He was all cleaned out and ready to take multiple cocks. Unlike Danny, he didn't want to see the guys until everyone was done. We shared a joint and when I saw the buzz take hold I put him in the sling and then slipped a hood over his head. Originally, I was going to use a blindfold, but I wanted to make sure that he didn't hear anything in case one of the guys slipped up and said something about their toxic load. I couldn't find my butt plug and Ben hadn't shown up with his in. I was still looking for it when I heard the doorbell ring. The guys showed up and we all went down into the playroom and saw Ben laying there waiting. We all stripped down and a few guys put on gear. Kevin looked hot in his boots and leather harness. Joe wore his usual bleached jeans with the ass ripped open, tall boots and chain harness. The rest of us preferred being totally naked. The next three hours were a sea of moans, groans, grunts and jangling chains. -- Danny: My ass still was sore on Monday, but my dick wasn't. That evening I popped open one of the apps and looked around. I found Evan's profile and read it over. It really didn't tell me much more than what I already knew except that he was a versatile-bottom and only fucked bare. Most of the guys I hooked up with usually left the Bare/Covered question at the default "ask" but never did and took it bare. I sent him a funny message to see how he'd react - "Do you have your own plug or do I need to bring one?" "I have three :)" came the response a few minutes later. It was taking me too long to come up with a cute reply, so I just sent back "Want to use 1 tonite?" Almost immediately he messaged back "Roomie here 4 15min. enuf time 4 me to get rdy." I knocked on his door about twenty minutes later, dressed in cut off sweat pants, a tank top and sandals. Evan just had a towel around his waist from the shower. I had kind of wished he had a day's worth of sweat on his body but I wasn't going to complain. I closed the door behind me and turned the deadbolt. "I didn't think you'd contact me. Usually guys like you aren't into hairy guys" Evan said as he tossed the towel on to the desk chair, revealing a thick, uncut, partially hard cock. Pulling my shirt over my head, I said "I like all types of guys. I wish I had more hair than the stupid little patch that I shave off. Besides, I liked your confidence." Moving closer, I began rubbing my hand through the hair on his chest. He reached down and pushed my shorts down and I kicked them away. Evan worked his way down my chest and soon engulfed my cock into his mouth. He knew how to suck and in less than a minute my cock was at full mast. I let him go several more minutes and then pulled my cock free. "Bend over the side of the bed" I told him and a toothy grin filled his face. I wasn't sure if his grin was from me taking the initiative or knowing he was going to get fucked. But first I wanted to rim his meaty ass. Evan jumped slightly when he felt my tongue instead of my cock at his hole. The moans he made seconds later told me he liked it. I remembered Stu jabbing his tongue into my hole to force some spit inside and I tried it with Evan. He gasped and then cried out "Oh fuck yeah!" My cock was throbbing and I needed to start fucking him soon. Evan whimpered when I leaned back and left his hole unattended. The moans came back as soon as my bare cock head touched the ring. His hole felt damn good. He wasn't really tight, but not loose either. Evan's hole had seen it's share of dick but wasn't too used up. He knew how to use his ass muscles too. I plowed into his hole, quickly getting into full strokes. I fucked him for almost thirty minutes before dumping my load into him. When I pulled out and sat back on the floor he spun around and licked my cock clean. The grin he had when he finished was even bigger than before and he looked really hot with cum and spit in his beard. We rested a few minutes and my cock wasn't going down. I left him on all fours and got behind him, crouching down. The second round only lasted ten minutes but I did get another load into him. He pulled a plug out from under his pillow and handed it back to me. I stuffed a finger into his hole, coating it in cum and rubbed it over the plug before pushing it in. Evan spun around and lapped up the cum off my dick again. I was back in my room about an hour after I left and Tony looked at me with a smile. "Have fun?" he asked and I knew that he figured out what I had just done. Each of the next four days I fucked Evan, leaving him one or two loads and always plugging him before I left. -- Stu: I was surprised at how well Ben took the abuse. He frequently was begging for more as soon as his ass was empty. His ass was truly wrecked at the end. The ring was puffy and distended, dripping a mixture of cum, spit, lube and blood. He had sixteen marks on his chest, counting each of the viral loads he had taken into his probably knocked up cunt. Ben had also taken a fist. It had generated several loud screams but Joe knew what he was doing and the deep moan Ben made once the hand was fully inside him told everyone he was happy at the accomplishment. Joe left before we took Ben's hood off. He didn't want Ben to see his "Toxic As Fuck" chest tattoo and he didn't wear a shirt to cover it up. I hope the neighbors didn't see it either. After a lot of rummaging, I found a large butt plug and it easily slid into Ben's stretched hole. It took him a while to be able to stand. His legs were shaking and we kept him propped against the wall until he fully recovered. Ben showered and stayed naked until everyone had left. "Danny took all of that pounding?" he asked once we were alone. "Not quite" I replied before adding "Two of the guys weren't there last weekend." He smiled, I think because he was now one or two up on Danny. -- Danny: Saturday I was peeing into the urinal after I woke up and noticed that my cock was dripping before the piss started coming out. Each time I peed during the day my cock was dripping a cloudy liquid. My underwear was crusty too. Evan sent me a message that night that said "10pm?" I replied "Sorry, dick leaking might have picked up something going 2 clinic monday." "np, u prob gave it 2 me already. it happens. c u @10" he sent back a minute later. We fucked that night, again on Sunday night and he told me to wait a couple more days before going to the clinic. I thought it was weird, but he was really turned on knowing I was giving him an STD along with my load. I wondered if he was the one that had given it to me. A couple days turned into a week and there I was at the clinic Monday morning giving some samples. Evan went with and we both got tested. I actually got turned on as they stuck the swab up my dick. I was surprised they didn't take any blood samples but they told me they only do that if the other tests are positive for an STI. We both had a couple of the "normal" STIs - gono and the chlamydia. They said the HIV swab came back negative, but I should get a blood test to make sure. Apparently they labeled me a "slut." As we walked back to the dorm Evan said "You're one nasty fuck. I love it. Thanks!" I wasn't expecting that response. I thought he'd be pissed. I told him "This is the first time I got an STD. I'm really sorry" feeling like a total ass for giving them to him. With orders to abstain a week or two and antibiotics swimming in our blood, we both had a boring couple weeks ahead of us. Saturday I got a message from him. "U feelin ok? Got bad fever" Evan sent. "I'm ok" I replied and as he sent more messages it sounded like he had the flu I had at the start of the semester. Stu told me that the campus was like a Petri dish and now I really believed him.

Part 8 Stu: Tailgating is always fun, but Danny made it better. I watched him go between the cars and suck Tomas and Steve off. Either he was getting more adventurous or the beer had killed most of his inhibitions. Just as we were about to go into the stadium for the kickoff, some guy gave Danny a hug. It wasn't one of those gentle hugs you give your aunt, it was more of a bro-hug. They chatted only a few seconds and the guy took off. The other guy was cute - muscled with thick legs and a nice ass, some trimmed hair on his chest and a frat tattoo on his arm. I couldn't see which greek letters it had, but it didn't matter since I doubted I'd ever see him again. I'd love to watch Danny tag a bunch of frat bros, knocking them up house by house. Danny told me that they'd hooked up several times and then the guy had then vanished from the apps. It was the first time he'd seen him in a few weeks. We joined the mob and went into the stadium and found our seats. "Do gay guys get bored and only fuck a few times and then look for new guys?" he asked during the second quarter. "Yeah, some do. Why?" I asked innocently. "I've had five different guys do that. I think they got bored. They just stopped wanting another hookup and never replied to my messages. They were some of the first guys I met here, but I thought they were going to be regulars I could keep fucking a long time. We just met three or four times and then they were gone. I didn't realize with so many bottoms around they could be so picky. At least the guy in the parking lot told me why he disappeared. You must be right about the campus being easy to catch bugs" he said. I almost broke out laughing, but I kept quiet and just nodded. It was nice to know that there were probably at least five guys that were now carrying Danny's strain. I wasn't even sure that Danny was now poz, but from his comments I'd bet money on it. Lots of money. The game ended and we went back to the cars. Most of us were pretty drunk and we tried to sober up enough to get back to the hotel. Since Danny was just short of his twenty-first birthday, he couldn't get served in the stadium and was the least drunk of us. We had snuck him a few sips of our beer during the game, but we were pretty greedy and drank almost all of ours. Most of what he drank was probably backwash. We got back to the hotel and thankfully crashed there, instead of on the road. All six of us were snoring loudly, I'm sure. -- Danny: The game was fun. Our team lost, but it didn't matter. The only bad part was that I couldn't buy beer since I wasn't 21 yet. Stu's friends gave me some of theirs, but it always seemed to be the last sip of the cup. I even saw Tomas drool some spit into the cup before handing it to me. Some people might find that disgusting, but I found it kinda hot. I already had his cum in my stomach, so spit wasn't much different. I drove Steve's car back to the hotel since he was too drunk to drive. I'm not sure that Stu was much better, but we got there ok. Everyone was exhausted and sunburned, so we all fell asleep for a few hours. I was the first to get up and popped a beer. The sound seemed to wake everyone up and I saw Javier and Tomas whispering to each other a few minutes later. I wondered what they were talking about but was surprised when they went back to the other room and then went outside. When they came back, I quickly figured out what they had done. Both reeked of pot smoke and I was a little envious. I'd tried it a couple times and liked the feeling, but was too scared to find some on my own, much less buy a pipe or rolling papers. They dropped their shorts and tossed them to the side before bending over Gio's bed next to each other. "Who needs some knocked up pussy?" Javier asked. I thought it was a strange question but his ass looked so hot bent over with a dirty, sweaty jockstrap framing his hairy butt. I was the first to move and with each step my cock got harder. Just like Stu had done to me the day before, I spit on Javier's hole and pushed in. It was a little tight and dry, so I spit a couple more times before I could get into a good thrusting motion. Stu came up next to me and did the same to Tomas. It was so hot to be fucking next to my mentor. We kept glancing at each other and I didn't know who had the bigger grin. Javier kept squeezing his ass ring around my cock, trying to get me to cum but I wanted a longer fuck. And harder too, just like he had fucked me that morning. Stu seemed shocked when I really started pounding Javier. It felt good and I had never been that rough with anyone before. He kept begging for it, so he must have liked it. Eight strong pulses shot out of my cock, filling him with my cum. He started moaning as soon as he felt my load and when the spurts ended he kept saying "Gracias" over and over. Gio took my place when I finally pulled my cock out. Javier's ass looked so good with my seed dripping out of his hole. Gio used the cum to coat the head of his dick and then shoved in all the way. Javier grunted but then began begging for Gio to pound him. Most of it was Spanish so I don't know all of what he said but I definitely heard "breed me." Steve took over from Stu, after Stu had cum. Stu pushed me to the other bed and gave me an evil grin. I was hoping he was going to fuck me again, but instead he got us into a 69 position and we licked each other's cock clean. We took a break from sex and finished off the beer that they had brought before everyone headed to bed. I spent that night in Stu's bed. He fucked me three times through the night, pumping more of his seed into me each time. It felt good and I guess he thought I was a good fuck if he kept on doing it. -- Stu: After our nap, we stood around. I saw Javier and Tomas go out for a smoke break. I'm sure there was more than just weed in the pipe, but it didn't matter. I gave up the harder stuff after almost getting fired for a failed drug test. They were horny when they came back in, though, and they weren't the only ones. Javier bent over the bed and asked who wanted to fuck them. I was surprised when Danny was the first to move. I was second and took my spot behind Tomas. It was good fucking Tomas next to Danny. We both were enjoying the bottoms our raw dicks were inside of. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that Danny had been fucking ass since his dick could get hard. It was amazing that he had learned so much in just a few months. When he began to pound Javier just like Javier had fucked him that morning, I was even more proud of him. I knew Javier could take it since I'd done that to him many times to make sure that my bug got him years before. After both of us had cum, Gio and Steve took their turns on the horned up, spun bottoms. While I wanted to fuck Danny again, I needed a break. His eyes lit up as I pushed him toward the empty bed, but when he laid down I went next to him and pulled him into a sixty nine. The taste of cum on his cock was so good and he was enjoying licking the cum off my dick too. All of us were tired and our balls needed time to refill, so we all hit the sack. Danny was in my bed tonight and Gio could use his hand. A couple times during the night I fucked Danny, recharging him with a small load of cum inside him each time. In the morning, I drilled him longer and pumped a bigger load into him before falling asleep once more. Gio wanted to fuck him one more time before we left, but Danny said he wanted my dick to be the first and last in him for the weekend. He plugged his hole again, while Gio went next door to empty his balls. Danny went back to his dorm room, looking a little worn out. We weren't exactly a lively bunch either. The drive home seemed to take twice as long as getting down there. I dropped Gio off at his apartment and went back to my house. I slept well that night and woke to several messages from Gio, Javier, Steve and Tomas. "That lil fucker was a great find", "Thanks 4 sharing ur cumdump", "U taught him well" and "shud have offered $5k to knock him up. ur a lucky daddy" the messages said. -- Danny: I was beat when I got back to the dorm room and Tony looked just as bad. I wasn't about to tell him what I did over the weekend but he had no problem telling me how many times his boyfriend had fucked him. "Don't worry, we didn't do it on your bed and we cleaned up all the other spots" he said, grinning. Suddenly he got real serious and said "We ran out of condoms last night so I took my first bare cock. Holy fuck that felt good. I would only do it with a boyfriend but my god I loved it. I've never gotten hard when someone fucks me before but I did then. I shot a huge load when I felt him cum inside me." Tony looked embarrassed the moment he stopped talking. "Yeah, I know. It feels really good. Did you keep it in?" I asked, trying to make him feel less awkward, but I was curious too. His eyes got big and he nodded. I think he suddenly realized he could talk to me about sex stuff and then said "Yeah, I tried. It leaked out though and I had to wash my blanket and sheets. We used a couple towels to soak it up the last few times." I don't know what came over me, but with our new openness, I pushed my cargo shorts off and bent over, showing him the plug in my ass sealing in Stu's load. "Oh my god... That's so fuckin hot. Does that keep your hole open and ready to get fucked or the cum inside?" Tony asked. I laughed and said "Both, but my ass is too sore to think about getting fucked for a few days." Tony smiled back at me, saying "I know. I don't think I can take any more either. I thought you were a top, though. I've seen your profile in a few apps." The comment surprised me. I didn't think of Tony as someone that would look for hookups, especially since he had a boyfriend now. "I like to top and bottom. I just say I'm a top on the apps since there are too many bottoms around here. This weekend I was just going to bottom with my friend, but in the end all of his buddies fucked me too. I fucked a couple of them too" I told him. "All bare? Did you know all of them?" Tony asked. It was my turn to blush. "I was planning on playing safe with his friends but it just happened so quick. I guess you could have used the condoms I didn't" I said, laughing a bit after. Tony smiled and replied "I'm kinda happy we ran out of 'em. Partly because it means we fucked more times than we had condoms and part because I got to see what it was like fucking without them with someone I trust. It just makes trying out our fantasy a little harder." "Fantasy? Why?" I asked. Tony turned bright red this time. "Uh... I have a fantasy of having a few guys fuck me at once. My boyfriend thinks its hot and wants to be one of the guys. But... we can't have my boyfriend fuck me bare and insist the other guys cover up. And it's too risky to have strangers fucking me bare. We were talking about having prospective guys go to the clinic and get tested for STDs, but I think that would turn most guys off" Tony said. I understood and it seemed way too complicated to be much fun. I didn't want to tell him how good it felt to have guy after guy fuck and breed you. We talked a bit more and then started to study. Right before I was going to sleep, I pulled the plug out of my hole. Nothing dribbled out and the plug was dry. I caught Tony watching and it looked like it turned him on. It was about that time that I realized it was Stu's plug that I had just removed. I was going to have to get it back to him some time. I pulled up my shorts and headed to the bathroom to wash it off. I tried to hurry so that no one would see what I was doing when one of the seniors on the floor walked in. "Fuck, that's hot. Did he keep it in until it all soaked in?" Evan asked. I'd seen him around, mostly in the showers. He was about my height, barrel chested, muscular and very hairy. He had a thick beard and hair on most of his body, even his back. There was less there, just a few patches on the sides and a thicker one in the small of his back. "Uh, yeah. Just cleaning it up until next time" I replied. While I was embarrassed when he walked in, his one sentence told me I shouldn't be. He glanced around, making sure no one else was near and then quietly said "Been meaning to say something when I've seen you on the apps, but I'm not sure you're into cubs like me. Any time you want to seal a few of your loads in with that plug, just let me know." He gave me a grin and then headed to the urinal. I dried off the plug and went back to my room and was quickly asleep.

Chapter 17 The guy alternated eating and fingering the Pig’s ass. The burning sensation was diminishing but he had an unusual warmth deep in his ass. He started moaning with the new sensations and the fact that everything the guy did felt more sensational than before. It was as if it was his first time all over again. He didn’t want this to ever stop. The Guy stood up and placed his cock at the Pig’s ass and asked him “ You ready for my dirty dick to spear you? “. The Pig said “ God yes. I am on fire “. The guy started pumping his cock in. he would get deeper with every thrust, It seemed that his cock was growing bigger with every inch in. the guy got not a steady rhythm with only about half of his dirty cock up the Pig’s grasping hot ass. The guy said “You’re gripping me just right, I am already getting ready to shoot you full “. The Pig was panting. He could never remember feeling this way. He wanted this guy to own him, make him do any nasty forbidden acts. The Pig said “ Yes, I need it. I am on fire inside”. The guy had a devilish smile and asked the Pig “ Are you going to be my fagot little whore tonight and do everything I tell you to do”? that was what the Pig needed to hear right now. He hoped to be forced into the most deviant acts by someone. He answered “ Yes Sir “. With that the guy stared pumping at a ferocious rate. He was working his cock all around in the Pig’s ass but keeping the last couple inches out. There were still come things he held back for the Pig. One was the unusual shape of the guy’s cock. While the guy’s cock was normal at the tip, it got thicker as it got to the base. The fact was that it was so thick and without proper lubrication it would probably split the Pig’s ass when he lunged in. He had broken more than one ass and planned on this being just another victim to his style of debauchery. He was on the edge and pulled back leaving only the head of his cock in the Pig’s ass. He was on the edge of blowing his load an the Pig said “ No. Don’t stop.” “ Please give it to me “. It didn’t matter that the Pig said that because he planned this out all the time but hearing the Pig plead for it made him want to rip up this Pig’s ass. With that he pulled back in the Pig’s Hips and shoved forward hard and went to the root of his cock. He knew that the Pig wasn’t ready for this. He probably figured it would be the same but he was dead wrong. He once called his cock the inseminator because it would knock up more cunts and asses. The Pig squealed when he finally felt the true thickness of the cock in his ass. Even though he was spinning he could feel the pain of his ass getting suddenly split open. The Pig could feel the Pulsing of the guy’s thick cock as it filled the Pig’s ass. The guy leaned over and said “ You had one of the tightest asses I have broken for a while “. He added “ It felt great and don’t worry, you’ll be souse enough for the Bath house”. He pulled out and the Pig stayed where he was. His ass was still throbbing from the intense intrusion that he just received. He finally rolled over and sat up. His ass was leaking and he didn’t care at this point. The guy had his shirt on and handed the Pig a bottle of Gatorade and told him he needed to hydrate and to drink it all before going to the bath a couple bocks down the street. He was thirsty and took a big drink of it. He thought it tasted funny but he figured it was because of what he was thru and he was very thirsty. The guy said to make sure he took another bottle with him to drink if he needed more. The pig had no idea that not only did the guy push some Meth up the Pig’s ass but was now giving hm a big dose of G. the Gatorade he was drinking had a big dose and the guy had slipped an equally large dose in the other bottle. The Pig sat there sipping on the bottle and watching the guy get dressed. He noticed how thick the base was and commented that to the Guy. The Guy said “ Yeah. Most guys can’t take or run when they see it, that is why I prefer my guys to be ass up and not seeing it “. The Pig could understand that but as the guy was showing his half limp cock and the thick base the Pig noticed a tattoo above the guys cock. He took a second look and saw it was a Bio-hazard tat with a big ‘ + ‘ sign one it. He asked the guy about it and the guy said “ It means I am HIV Positive with extra “. The pig had almost all the Gatorade gone and had a question look on his face. The guy seeing this said “ In my case. I am Toxic. Never been on meds and I also have Herpes and Gono “. The Pig’s eyes sprang wide open when he heard that. He didn’t care what happened tonight but the consequences of the actions suddenly hit home. He also had the feelings in his guts that he wanted more and was starting to get really horny again. The Guy helped him get up and told him to get a quick shower and head over. He said that he was going there now and would look for hm again. The pig went into h shower and didn’t look back. The guy saw blood and cum where the Pig was sitting. He covered it up because he didn’t want to scare the pig away. He had lots panned for this Pig tonight. The guy left but before he did he found the spare room key card an dot it in his pocket. He might need it later

Bathhouses exclusively. As others have mentioned everyone is there with the mindset to fuck. Im into quantity over quality and the bathhouse definitely gets it done.

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.

NEVER WANNA STOP! My cock is rock hard in my jock. Awareness comes and goes, but I always feel every thrust from every dick as it goes in and out of my ass, and every spasm of cum that gets shot inside me. With moans and full on begging, I work for every load, milking every dick with my eager, firm, smooth swimmer ass. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but there seems to be a natural lull in the rush on Nic and me. The last guy to pull out of me spins me around and kisses me hard on the lips. He’s a slightly overweight, daddy bear. He thanks me, and I thank him. We’re both grateful that his load is in my ass right now. I have cum and some spit all over my face, chest, and soaking the pouch of my jock strap. I’m really not sure how many guys just fucked me in this back room marathon gangbang, but it was fuckin’ awesome! I gain control of my legs, a little wobbly as I stand up. I look over at Nic as he is doing the same, swallowing a load that is half in his mouth and half on his face. We both stand together and smile at each other. Stepping closer, our cum soaked bulged jock straps grind together, and it’s delightfully familiar. I put my lips to Nic and kiss him. Both of us moan instantly, tasting cum on each other. Definitely one of the hottest kisses of my life! Our hands are on each other’s smooth, sweaty bodies, feeling every muscle and pulling each other close. Nic – fuck, Braden. This is so hot. Me – Fuck yeah, you are so god damn hot getting fucked like that. I fuckin’ love it! Nic – Well, we don’t have to be done now! Me – I fuckin’ hope not! Why would I want to stop now? We both erupt in laughter. Nic – Man, I gotta piss bad. Come on! I walk with Nic into the open part of the bar and into the bathroom. It’s another dark room with a urinal trough. I feel a little bit of cum leaking from my ass as we walk in, but I love it and I don’t try too hard to stop it from escaping. The last thing I want is for someone not to notice what an easy bareback slut I am! And I absolutely love how much Nic is into it. I really do hope this is something of a date, not just some random cruise night. And since we’ve made out so much and haven’t even fucked each other, it seems like a possibility! There are a couple guys standing at the trough, pissing. The smell of piss and sweat takes over the whole room. Me – Nice, this place is fuckin’ perfect! Nic – Yeah, you like that trough? Me – Yeah, I really do! Nic pushes me toward the trough and steps up behind me. I turn around with my ass to the trough, facing Nic. I know what this is about. I bend my knees and rest my ass on the cold urinal beneath me. Nic has pulled his dick out and is pointing it right at my chest. I look up at him, grinning ear to ear. Nic – Swimmer boi likes to get wet? Me – Fuck yeah, bro! I press my hands on the rung of the urinal and lean back. Without either of us saying another word, Nic closes his eyes and focuses. Then I feel the hot spray of his piss hitting my chest. His hot piss runs down my body, soaking the front of my jock and dripping off my ass into the urinal. I moan, nodding and begging him. Me – Fuck yesssss, piss on me babe! I fuckin’ LOVE it! Nic – Fuck yeah you nasty faggot! Take it, bitch! Nic aims his cock up and sprays my face with piss, washing some cum off and soaking my hair. I open my mouth for his aim, making the telltale sound of piss splashing in and filling up a hot faggot’s mouth. As Nic finishes pissing, I take his cock in my mouth and suck him down, balls deep and swallowing the last bit of piss that he has to give. He moans, grabs my wet hair and starts to fuck my throat. I take it, loving every time his cock slams into the back of my throat. We’re both rock hard again. There are a few guys standing around, watching us. We’re blocking most of the urinal, so Nic drops down to his knees next to me and we both lean against the trough. It only takes a few seconds until we are both getting sprayed with two streams of hot yellow piss. Both of us soaked, moaning as we keep our mouths open to catch any amount of piss these guys will give us. We’re holding each other tight, eagerly begging for anyone in the room to piss on us! Two really hot Latin guys with tats all over walk up to us and immediately start to piss in our faces. We both moan like whores, loving it! Mouths open, they stick their pissing cocks into our mouths. Gulping down the piss, both of us have the backs of our head pressed against the urinal as they skull fuck us, slamming our heads back and forth on the urinal. It hurts, but my cock only throbs harder. I start to gagg, spit running down my chin and onto my chest. I blink my eyes to clear the piss and look up at this beautiful stud that is using my mouth. His body is smooth and ripped. I run my hands over his abs and chest, which seems to make him grip my hair and encourage him to fuck my throat even harder as he finishes pissing. I look over and see Nic getting the same treatment, taking it like a fucking whore. Damn, what a fucking trashy slut he is. We press our sides together as we service these beautiful, raging, dripping, monster cocks. I swirl my tongue under the foreskin and run my lips along his cock, noticing the bumpy shaft and slight taste of ass on his cock. As my eyes clear, I see a huge biohazard tat right above his cock. Seeing it for the first time, I moan as he presses my forehead on it and digs his cock hard into the back of my throat. I gag and spit up some piss and snot all over his cock, balls, and down my chest. He groans and pulls his rock hard cock out of my mouth, slapping it on my face. I gasp for air as he strokes his cock and smears it over my forehead. Top – Yeah bitch, you like that dick in your throat? Me- Fuck yes, I love it! I stroke his cock some and look up at him, then over at Nic who is working that dick like it was the last one he’d ever get. Top – You want it in your ass, faggot? Me – Yes please, sir! He grabs my hair and pulls me forward. Pressing my face into his abs and my lips onto his biohazard tat. I run my tongue along his beautiful body, licking everything I can, but mostly swirling my lips on that sexy tattoo while I stroke his wet dick. Top – You know what that tat means? Me – Yes, I do. Top – Trashy little slut like you, you’re gonna let me dump my tainted cum up your cute little fuck hole, aren’t you!? Me – Oh fuck yes… Nic – Fuck Braden, you are such a nasty bitch, I love it! The two tops press our heads together, Nic and I eagerly make out, sucking each other’s tongues and tasting the piss, cum, spit, sweat and ass in our mouths. Me – Fuck….you are so perfect! Nic – Yeah, because you like everything nasty and fucked up! We both laugh, pressing our heads together as the tops smear their cocks on our faces. Me – Are you gonna let that guy fuck you? Nic – Of course I am! Nic presses his lips to my ear and whispers… Nic – And I want to see you beg for that guy’s hot, dirty, toxic, poz cum like the sick cumdump faggot slut that you are! I literally melt into Nic’s arms when I hear those words. We kiss each other harder than ever. An electrifying freedom flows over my body and I know I’m in love. Nic’s energy is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and I want him with me always, even for my most depraved cum chasing bliss! The top grabs my harness and jerks me to my feet. They pull us together, out of the bathroom and into the dark back room. Nic and I don’t really need to be pulled – we’d go anywhere with them right now. The two tops sit down on a bench, straddling it and facing each other. Their cocks are rock hard, sticking straight up. Nic and I look at each other. Me – You sure, dude? Last chance to back out. Nic – Ha! Are you sure? We both smile at each other, laughing a bit. Holding hands, we walk over to the bench. We both lean in and kiss our tops. Then we straddle the bench, facing each other, only inches apart. I look down and see Nic is boned up, rock hard in his soaking wet jock, just like I am. Both of us are so damn excited and I can’t stop wondering if this is a dream. How could I be so lucky to find someone that loves sex the same way I do? Me – Nic, we’re gonna get pozzed! Nic – Yeah, no shit, Braden. You nasty fucking slut! Me –Mmmmmmm fuck yes, I want it! Nic – Yeah, Braden. You deserve it! Nic looks over at my top. Nic – Are you on meds? Top – Fuck no! Toxic as hell here and not just poz! I got a handful of bugs to give your boy! Nic – Fuck Braden, you look so damn perfect like this! Me – You too, Nic! We both nod at each other, grinning ear to ear. Nic – Get all his bugs babe, make him pump them into your fucking guts! Together, we press down, sliding a stranger’s hard, bumpy dick inside us, bareback. We moan out at the same time as we easily slide down balls deep. We kiss and start riding these toxic fuck rods up and down. Our hands are on each other. I hold Nic close and Nic keeps his hands tight on my body. We only break the kiss when one of us gets a jolt inside us from the guy under us ramming his cock harder into our eager holes. Every time, we moan and beg for more. Nic – Fuck, Braden, I want us to get pozzed together. Me – Hell yes, we need it! We are getting pozzed together! Nic – Fuck yah, Braden, you dirty dumpster fuck! I giggle, moaning out and begging for more, right in front of Nic. Top – Yeah you fucking faggot, gonna knock you up with my resistant strain! Hearing that, Nic and I lock eyes. Nodding at each other. Nic – You still want it, babe? Me – Fuck yes. Never turn down a load! Nic – Fucking right! Me – Fuck yes please, knock me up and fucking use my body to dump your dirty load. Nic, take that toxic POZ load deep in your fucking ass. DO IT! Both of the tops wrap their hands around our waists. Together, they scream out and slam our bodies down on their dicks, lodging them balls deep into our cum filled cunts. As their cocks pulse and throb inside us, I lock lips with Nic. Kissing and holding him tight. We’re in love.

Chapter 3 Dad reached around me and opened the door. I let him walk out first and I followed suddenly feeling very exposed in the small towel and nothing else. I had to adjust to the dark a little again and I rationalized as we walked that people wouldnt get a good enough look at us to know that we were father and son. But my brain was on overdrive trying to process this night and how I got there that I didnt realize I wasnt paying attention to where we were going until I felt dad grab my shoulder and ask me, "You with me Coop?" I focused and just nodded. "Yeah dad. Sorry." Dad looked at me and took a deep breath. "Did I rush you? Would you rather settle yourself in the room and then go out when youre ready?" I didnt know how to respond and I realized I never would have made it five minutes in here if I had been alone. "I dont really know dad...I..." I couldnt explain what I was feeling. A mix of excitement and fear and the after effects of the shock of being here with him. "Oh I'm sorry Coop." Dad put his arm around me. "Let's go back to the room and you can take your time. I don't know what I was rushing us out for. Come on." I could feel the heat of his body as he held me to his side. What dad couldn't have known at the time is how much it turned me on whenever a guy put his arm around me like he was doing. I think it was always the feeling that another guy wanted to be close to me even if it wasnt sexual for him. It felt intimate and that was what I was looking for with another guy. And even though this time it was my dad I could still feel that same stir in my cock that I always felt. Before it got embarrassing he pulled his arm back so that we werent taking up too much space in the narrow hallway. Overall, it seemed to be a pretty quiet night, but as we walked back we went down a couple of halls that had more guys walking around on their own. There were a couple I noticed and one who I made eye contact with. A guy who looked like he was in his 30s with a hot body. Nothing was said but I felt the electricity of his look and the fear that gripped me almost immediately. It made me glad to be with dad so I could just say I was following someone else. If he stopped me I wouldnt know what I would have said. Dad was right. I was probably too nervous to make tonight what I fantasized it would be so being here for the first time with someone I knew was probably the best thing that could happen. But nothing did happen with the stranger in the hall even though he locked eyes with me the entire time. We all just kept walking opposite ways. I think dad was focused on getting us to his room. He didnt even seem to notice any of the other guys we passed on the way. Finally we were back to the room and we went inside. I sat on the bed and he shut the door. This time he was the one leaning against the door. He looked at me and I couldnt read the expression on his face. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah sorry dad." "What are you sorry for? There's nothing to be sorry for. You seem nervous. Is it me? Is it something else?" I shook my head. "I dont know. I mean actually I think its everything really." Dad nodded. "Would you rather I left?" "No dad stay. I'm actually glad Im not here alone." The look that came across dads face was relief. "Ok Coop but you can always change your mind ok? Just say the word and I'll go home." "No its fine dad. Really." Dad came and sat on the bed with me. Pretty quickly the silence in the room became awkward. Out of that awkwardness came my courage. "Hey dad? So if youre here every Thursday what do you do?" Dad was silent long enough that I thought he was just going to pretend that he didnt hear me and Id either have to ask again or just forget about it. But once we entered awkward silent phase two, dad spoke. "I guess it really depends on who ends up here when Im here. Sometimes theres no one here and I just....entertain myself. Sometimes I watch some guys fool around and then sometimes I hook up with one or two guys myself and someone else watches." "Someones always watching?" "No not always but a lot of guys will at least stop to check it out." "So then should I go so you can have your fun instead of managing my anxiety?" "No no its fine Coop. Im glad I was here. Like you said its a lot easier to be here with someone you know." "Thanks dad." He tossled my hair like he would when we saw each other when I was a kid. "I know I havent been there for you much Coop. Im not gonna ditch you now. I promise." But that silence fell on the room again. I had no idea what to do next and it didnt seem like dad did either. Suddenly he sat up at the edge of the bed. "Coop. I am going to propose something but I dont want you to feel forced or anything so you tell me exactly how you feel ok?" I had no idea where this was going but anything to get us out of this silence would be great. "I get nervous at places like this too. Just like you. And sometimes I need something to give me a boost to get out there and do what I came here for. Do you think youd want to try it?" "Uh sure I guess if you want." "Theres one thing." Dad had already been talking low but he went down to a whisper now. "Its not exactly legal and Im not supposed to really have it here. We could get kicked out so we have to be quiet about it ok?" Now I was really curious. What illegal stuff was my dad doing? "Uh sure. What is it?" Dad reached under the bed and got his work bag. He reached in and pulled out a glass pipe and a small bag of what looked like chunks of crystal like shapes. I watched in silence as he filled the pipe with what was in the bag. He put the small bag back and pulled out a torch lighter. "Im going to take a couple hits Coop and if you want you can too. No pressure but for me it acts like a little push when Im anxious ok?" I nodded and just watched in fascination as he lit the pipe with the torch and waited for smoke to begin to form in the pipe and then find its way through the hole in the top. Thats when dad took his first hit and then his second, both times exhaling a massive cloud. "Wow dad" I said after the second hit. The clouds he blew out definitely peaked my interest. "Yeah you wanna try?" I figured this couldnt be too bad to try if dad was doing it. He must have been able to tell that I wanted to try because without having to say a word, dad put the pipe up to my mouth and lit it with the lighter again. "Hold on and wait until you see the smoke ok? Yeah now is good. Yup, just like that. Good, a little more. Ok now hold it in." I tried to do what I saw him do and held it before releasing it through my mouth and nose but I got in my head that I would hold it longer than he did. It wasnt a competition but I wanted to impress him. When it felt like it was time, I exhaled. "Nice Coop. One more." I repeated the hit and even tried to take in a little more from the pipe this time. The second cloud was bigger. "Nice" dad said again. "Lets give you one more and we'll take a break ok?" I just nodded. We went through the same steps again and I tried to beat the first two hits again. I released the hit but couldnt tell if it was the biggest. At that moment it didnt matter because the hits were taking hold of my body and my mind. There was a tingling running through me and I could even feel a stirring in my brain like the hits were opening something in my mind that was being released. Dad put the pipe and torch down on the table in the room in a bowl that held condoms and packets of lube. As he leaned back onto the bed I noticed that his towel was tenting. I dont know what I looked like when he turned back to me but something had changed. "Yeah Coop. Feels good doesnt it?" "Yeah dad. It does. You too?" I was staring straight at his crotch covered poorly by his towel. "Sure does Coop. Pretty good stuff I got. We'll do more in a minute." I nodded and then closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall as I let the hits continue to buzz through me. "Damn Coop guess that really worked huh?" I opened my eyes to see dad with a big grin on his face and thats when I realized that somehow without knowing I had opened my towel and began stroking my cock. "Oh shit. Sorry dad." At the same time I was apologizing I didnt want to let go of my cock. It had never felt so good to stroke my cock before. But dad didnt seem to mind what he was seeing. "No Coop. Youre good. Mind if I join in?" Dad pulled open his towel and I saw his hard cock for the first time. Thicker and longer than mine. It stood straight up as he grabbed it and began stroking it. I had never seen a mans hard cock this close and it happened to be my dads. He spread his legs a little bit further apart and his knee rested on mine. When our knees touched we both looked over to the other and our eyes met. "This ok Coop? We can stop if you want." I could tell he meant it. This was a weird time to understand it, but this was probably the first time I really believed that dad loved me. He was really looking out for me, he wanted my first experience to be a good one. "Yeah dad. Its ok. Its good." Dads smile got bigger but there was also something in his eye that almost looked sinister. Thats when he sat up again and grabbed the pipe and torch. "Up for a couple more?" I pulled myself to the edge of the bed next to him to indicate that I was. This time we both each did three hits but alternated. The tingling and buzzing or whatever it was only got more intense and the last hit I took felt like it went straight to my cock. I leaned back down on the bed stroking with my legs spread and my feet on the ground. Dad put the pipe and torch back into the little bowl but before he laid back next to me he stayed at the edge and looked me up and down. He put one hand on my thigh and I shivered. "Damn Coop. Looks like its working doesnt it?" His hand began rubbing my thigh slowly. "Yeah dad I think so. Feels pretty good." "Good Coop. Good. Looking good..." I tilted my head back again and closed my eyes enjoying this first high of my life. Suddenly my eyes flew open as I felt the sensation of my dads hand wrapped around my rigid cock.

Hey guys, I've started something new and I hope you enjoy. Chapter 1 I can't say that I really knew what gave me the courage to do it but I guess it always goes back to being 19 and horny. In high school, I went out with girls because that was what was expected in the town where I grew up with my mom. There were guys who were out at my school but thats how they were defined and I didnt want that. I was also afraid of what that would mean. I was an athlete and I heard what guys said in the locker room about "fags". It was enough to keep me in the closet. Freshman year of college felt like the time to explore but the fear was still there even though no one I met really expressed anything close to homophobia. So I kept it to myself. I downloaded the apps but couldnt put a picture of myself up. The idea of guys who were close felt too dangerous. My parents divorced when I was 9 and when my mom was awarded custody of me, dad moved to New York. I mostly saw him a weekend here or there but nothing consistent. I always felt like I was an inconvenience to dad because of that even though he never treated me that way when we got together. So it seemed like a great opportunity to get to know my dad better when he told me he was able to get me an internship in New York and I could stay with him for the summer. I was "the kid" in the office and given that I didnt even have a major yet, I knew this was a job that I didnt deserve. I tried to keep my head down and do what was asked as best I could to make good on my privilege. I was pretty much on my own for dinner because dad's hours were pretty erratic. He always left money for me to order something and there were lots of good options. On Thursdays, dad was even later getting back because of his weekly poker game. For the first couple Thursdays of the summer, I was asleep before he even got home. With nights mostly to myself, I decided it was time to explore. I was determined to lose my virginity this summer. I set the bar low for what that meant. Giving or getting a handjob or blowjob would count. I tried the apps again but I was too scared to meet anyone. Who knew what freaks might be in this city just waiting to murder me. It also didnt seem like a good idea to invite anyone over to my dads place. Watching the same porn over and over was getting old. So one night as I was eating a slice of pizza I did a search for hook up spots in the city. There were some places that I found randomly like library bathrooms but I wanted something that wasnt so public and dangerous. I knew that would be hard to find but then I found some sites that mentioned bath houses that were places for guys to hook up. From what I read, they looked like places where guys hooked up and didnt have to worry about getting arrested. You could rent rooms and the pictures showed that there were beds in them. The pictures definitely made it look a little sketchy but I was too horny to let that trouble me enough to avoid what seemed to be the best option. I didnt know what I would actually do if I met a guy there. I thought maybe I could just watch some guys play like real life porn. That would be safest too and really hot. Maybe there would be other guys there who were also looking for something easy like a handjob. After giving it some thought though I figured I should just go with the flow and not decide beforehand what was going to happen. The sites said that these places were never very busy any more and some nights should just be avoided because no one ever showed up then. So I picked a Thursday evening so I wouldn't have to worry about dad asking me where I went. I would be sure to get back before he did. I got home that day from work and showered and shaved and then lay in bed deciding whether I should really go or not. This is what I wanted but there were so many unknowns that I was worried that I would regret it, especially since it was my first time. But I had to go. I would probably regret it more if I left New York with my virginity intact. I checked out the website again to make sure I had the address and then headed out. I dont know exactly what I was expecting but when I got to the address it was a pretty non descript building. Like any other building in the area. No signs. Nothing. You just had to know it was there I guess. As I stood outside I noticed two guys coming out of the elevator both fit looking but older than me, probably in their 30s or 40s. They were attractive and both looked me up and down before walking in opposite directions down the block. This must be the place, I thought. If there were more guys like them upstairs I would be ok. They didnt look like they would try to harm me. I took a deep breath and walked into the lobby and the elevator whose doors were still open. As the elevator began to climb up to the higher floors, I could feel myself getting nervous. I was getting shaky and my stomach lurched even though it had nothing inside it. I could just get to the floor and then press L to go back downstairs and then home. The last thing I wanted was to throwup here. Not sexy at all. The doors opened and what I saw was still pretty non descript. It calmed me actually. It made me think the place was just as discreet as I wanted it to be. I walked out of the elevator and saw a window that was like the one you see at a drive thru but without any glass and a door just beyond it that I assumed would take me into the bath house. I looked into the window and there were two guys standing and talking to each other. They completely ignored me. I saw that in their office there was another window inside that I would have to go through the door to get to. Maybe they needed me to pay at that window, I thought. So I opened the door to get there. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I let go of the doorknob immediately and let the door close. I turned to the two men who were now very much not just casually talking to each other. "Oh I thought I had to go in to pay?" "You trying to get in for free? Whats your fucking problem?" This guy was clearly upset like I had violated a sacred rule that everyone knew. He was taller than me and had at least 150 pounds on me. Given that I was 5'11 and a fit and athletic 170, it meant that this guy was just generally intimidatingly large. I started to wonder how much he probably hated his job that he could snap so easily. The other guy walked up to the window. He looked older, maybe 50s or 60s, and looked like he couldnt be bothered, like he'd seen it all before and I wasnt worth wasting his energy on. "Did you want a locker or a room? We're cash only." Before I could answer the large guy said, "He wants everything! For free! Fucking idiot." I wanted to turn around and just leave. This was not how I thought this was all going to play out. I decided this wasnt meant to be. I should take this disastrous beginning as a sign and leave. "Ok. Uh yeah I didnt bring any cash so I'll just go..." I turned towards the elevator. "See? He did want to get in for free. It says on the website cash only you stupid fuck." "Coop?" I froze and hesitated before I turned around. Who could possibly know me at a place like this? What paralyzed me though was that I knew the voice immediately and was stunned and horrified all at once. I wanted to shrivel up and die at that moment but instead I turned around to respond to the person calling my name who I now saw was standing topless with a towel around his waist in the window of the office. "Uh....dad?"

Dump as many loads as you like! That is community pussy!😈 🐷 Now you just gotta take him to a big city wear him out! I may have exaggerated a little. However in my experience most guys on apps want pics and validation and then there's the few guys that hmu that I'm just not into. And the bathhouse isn't what it use to be. It now feels like an area to socialize, when it use to feel dark, a little mysterious, exciting, and very sleazy! 😈

I certainly can't speak for tops in general or any in particular, but I will only note this in passing: It might be more productive to say "I love the way you fuck me" or "I love how you make me feel when you're fucking me" rather than "I love the way your cock fucks me" or "I love how your cock makes me feel". I've known some tops over the years who, even if only in it for the sex, don't like being reduced to a living, walking dildo. If you know he's especially fond of his endowment, of course, you can add that, ie "and your cock fills me up so fucking nice" or whatever. Complimenting the man, not just his equipment, is probably going to do more for his ego AND perhaps ensure a repeat (or a sooner repeat).

In the sense of a ‘20-Load-Weekend’, I’ve actually topped that goal two other times, at 24 and 23, at the bathhouse during Cumunion, in conjunction with a hotel hosting the night prior. From my lived experience, I think it’s probably fair to say that your point probably becomes more true at the ‘50-Load-Weekend’ end of the Dawson experience scale - after a certain point, the only practical way that that density of Tops is going to converge on, and actually seed, a single bottom is if the event is actively managed by others, usually for ulterior purposes (i.e. filming), and with compensation involved. I’m sure it can be accomplished much more easily when someone puts up a notice that says “Tops wanted to breed a bottom - ‘Generous’ terms”. But at the 20-Load level, what I can say is that there is absolutely nothing special about me that would give me a unique advantage over other bottoms in being able to score such experiences. And ‘lucky’? Don’t make me laugh. Lady Luck despises me. The reason I’ve had these opportunities is because I’ve made them. You can’t be in the right place at the right time if you don’t put yourself in the place at all. I got my 34 loads because I booked a cabin in a gay campground on a very busy weekend, cleaned myself out, walked out naked to the place where men fuck in the open, bent my ass over the picnic table and took what came. That accounted for 22 of them. Then I went to a shed and lay down on a fucking bench and took the other 12. Now, in both cases there was an additional factor: At the picnic table, another guy was giving oral and priming them up before they came over to my ass. At the shed, a pair of guys were enjoying watching me get fucked, and kept nudging me back down onto the bench if I tried to get up and leave. So other things made the Dawson-like atmosphere occur. The point, though, is that if I hadn’t put my raw ass out there in the first place determined to take whoever came along, I wouldn’t be able to talk about it now. Likewise, those two bathhouse weekends were the result of me making a decision to drive three hours to the city, take a hotel room, attend Cumunion, whore my own cunt out to strangers for 24 hours, and act on that plan. But in this, too, your original statement is probably true for the vast majority of bottoms who sit around saying “Wish that would happen to me” - it never will, because they will never do what you have to do to make the opportunity.

Please don’t lay there like a dead body talk to him kegel your ass mussels as he is fucking you say what good job he is doing you can’t wait for his load

Nope. Not once. At 7 x 5.5, I'm ok with my cock size but would gladly take another inch. When bottoming, I enjoy the sight of my dick jumping about and reacting to the pounding I'm getting. Seems the tops do too.

Another chapter filled with such vivid imagery that I'm more watching than reading things unfold. Thank you!

As I’m walking… See is running down the inside of my brand-new jeans. I need a new clothes because I didn’t go shopping during the pandemic. So I went downtown to get a new pair of jeans. As I was exiting the clothier, I happen to pull up to Sniffies. Immediately I was pinged fire hot otter. he was only two blocks away. And I’ve had dick on the brain for so long I can’t remember. A quick exchange, and I was on my way. I got to his hotel in less than five minutes. A minute later I was in his room. He pushed me to my knees dropped his pants and I was mad with 7 inches of beautiful thick Manmeet. I got right to work. A good minute or two of sloppy him, and he was pushing me around leading me back on the bed. I wasn’t even really clean. I had warmed him and he didn’t care. I needed his cum. There wasn’t a lot of ceremony. I looked back and in he went. God it was great! I needed it so bad. Apparently he’d been jacking or edging for a long time. I don’t think he lasted five minutes. For me, it felt like years as I savored every plunge of his dick. I needed his cum so bad . I fell him moan. I looked back and watched him smile as his head tilted back. Knowing I have done that was so powerful. It’s a drug. He drove home… deep. I milked him and he came. And I felt him… Twitch… Twitch… beautiful. He pulled out of me without ceremony. I had returned to my hungry cum slut ways. I got dressed. I’m such a giddy slut right now.

I'll be there 😈

I'll be at Darklands - first time there.

By getting an education. "don't want to get sick" is a vague, nebulous, impossible standard to meet. You have to decide what, if any, level of risk you're willing to take. The only completely safe sex is to masturbate and/or use sex toys that you do not share with anyone. Beyond that: Condomless sex presents multiple risks, some of which can be ameliorated, some of which cannot. If you are on PrEP - and following the instructions carefully, you are highly unlikely to contract HIV. If your partner is HIV-negative, or has HIV but is undetectable, you are also highly unlikely to contract HIV. Even if he has HIV and is detectable, there's no guarantee you will be infected with any one particular sex act - but the odds are notably higher. Even beyond HIV, however, condomless sex presents the possibility of many other STI's that can make you "get sick". Those include syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, HPV, crabs, and more. Some of these have vaccines which can prevent their transmission to you; others simply are a potential risk if you have condomless (bareback) sex. Even if you do have sex with a condom, that's not protection against all STI's, even when used correctly.

Part 3 . I told him on Saturday morning get up , eat breakfast and hit the shower and get cleaned out inside as well as outside and call me at 11:00. I really expected him to back out and not call. On Friday I saw an email from the kid, I expected it to say that he couldn’t make it or changed his mind. To my surprise he said he couldn’t wait until tomorrow to finally get some of his fantasies come true. He also mentioned that he was really horny and hadn’t jerked for over a week. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. I had contacted a friend that had a playroom in his basement to tell him about that kid. He would be there to help break the kid in. he is POZ but on meds and said he would be willing to stop the meds to knock the kid up but if we got the other guys it wouldn’t be necessary. We decided if he didn’t show we would go to a local bath to see what we could get into Saturday The kid showed up at 11, right on time. We talked for a bit. I could tell he was nervous. I gave him some Gatorade and told him to drink about half then jump in my shower and use the shower shot to make sure he was cleaned out. He told me he wasn’t a fan of Gatorade and that this one tasted funny. I didn’t tell him but I had put a heavy dose of G in it, that is why I only wanted him to drink half of it. He came out all nice and clean. He mentioned he was really horny. I told him I would help with that and started sucking on him. He was hard as a rock in no time, I knew this might be the last neg load he shoots so I bent over and let him sink in my ass, he pumped for only a few minutes and then groaned, and I felt him pulsing in my ass. He really did have a weeks’ worth, he seemed like his cock would never stop shooting. He pulled out and said that was the strongest he ever came. I asked if he was ready for more and he said that he was still horny as hell. I told him about my friend that was going to help and watch me bust is ass and he thought it would be fun. We got dressed and I looked over and we was downing the other half of the Gatorade, I was doing to wait a while longer. I wanted the kid hot, not unconscious. We went to my car and headed the 10 minutes over to my friend’s house. When we got there the kids was a bit wobbly on his feet but not bad. We went down stairs and ordered the kid to strip. We put the kid onto a fucking bench and secured his hands and legs to it. His cock was semi hard and hanging down, I tool a lubed finger and worked it in his as. I was asking him if he still wanted this and he moaned and said yes, I asked him if he wasted me to rip his as and get him poszzed, while I was working his prostate, all I heard was his moaning and he saying ‘ Fuck yes, anything “. “ I am so horny and hot, I really need this “. I gently stared massaging and milking his cock, it was about 7”, I chuckled to myself, this would soon be no more than big clit. While I was doing that I pulled my fingers out and grabbed a bootybump that my friend got ready, I looked and it was about a nice one, I thought for the first time this would really get the kid going. I pushed it up in the kids ass and injected it not him. I put a finger back in him to work it into his ass and to make sure none came out, His cock started to jump and I quit playing with it. I didn’t want the kid shooting yet, if at all. He mentioned his ass was warm and he asked for more in his ass. He was begging for it, he had no idea what was coming

I was top only till I was 26. I’m sure I was close to 1000 asses bred by then; I started fucking at 12-13 and my annual numbers started rising the day I stepped into my college dorm. once I learned to bottom (thanks Chris, you were a great mentor!), it probably took another 10 years to get 1000 cocks up my ass.

I was fucking holes into my stuffed animals when I was 7.

Living in the Midwest (Ohio) it seems there is a ratio of 100 bottoms to 1 tops. I'm 57, a bear, and not in particularly impressive shape, so I get fewer chances to get fucked. My chances improve in the Cleveland area, but that's a 2 hour trip one way. I'm sure there must be guys wanting to simply fuck a slut like me, but I haven't managed to find them. I quit bbrt a while ago, but am willing to give that another try. Still on nkp. Not sure we're else to look.

2. Bullfrog and Otter Boy Quartermaine’s familiar tattooed dome strode by the high trailer windows. A moment later there was a wrap on his door, and a low, “Get him out of here,” and then Quartermaine was gone. Jeremy, Jeremiah, Bullfrog—let’s stick with Jeremy for now—Jeremy nudged the old dairy farmer who definitely smelled like his livestock. The cot was narrow so they were right up against each other. The farmer continued to snore. Jeremy shook the old man again. “I’m up. I’m up,” said the farmer. He threw his spindly legs over the cot, bare feet on the grungy linoleum. “Up an atom,” the old man said out of habit, mostly to himself, blinking, putting out his hand on the nightstand searching for his glasses. Jeremy, already sitting next to him in threadbare boxers, handed them to him. “Milk the cows or they’ll be hell to pay,” the farmer said smacking his lips, making sure his dentures were still intact. He seemed to have forgotten where he was. He looked around at the trailer, then at Jeremy. “Thanks for stopping by, Shamus,” Jeremy said, getting up and going over to his small coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. He wasn’t going to offer the old farmer any. He needed to make sure he was gone before the camp had officially gotten into the buzz of opening day mode. It was still early enough that no one would be wiser that Shamus had been there all night. “Ya know,” Shamus said pulling up his coveralls, slipping the suspenders over his narrow shoulders, “you remind me of someone.” “Who,” Jeremy asked taking a sip of coffee, singing his upper lip. “My youngest. Bonnie,” the farmer said, tying up his shit-caked work boots. “Okay,” Jeremy said cringing while he felt his lip, “that is so wrong in so many ways I can’t even count.” The old man put a twenty on the nightstand. “She’s not as old as you but has the same round butt that…” “Shamus, zip it. I don’t need to know.” Jeremy was cinching his belt then buttoning the top of his plaid shirt. He put a strawberry-frosted Pop-tart in the toaster, then opened the door for Shamus. Shamus shuffled out, stopped at the door in front of Jeremy, saw that whatever was between them last night had been ushered out with the dawn. The old man’s stubbled face registered sadness, then resignation, as he patted Jeremy’s cheek and descended the trailer’s steep metal stairs clutching firmly to the handrail. Jeremy watched the back of the old man’s red #MAGA cap bob between the carnival trailers. In the morning haze, he watched the red hat pass through the back end of the half-erected carnival rides, through the empty game booths, and finally out the arch into the supermarket parking lot. Few carnies were up yet. He took another cautiously sip of his coffee. The September air was moist, warning of another hot day before autumn broke summer’s hold. The toaster popped, and the intense aroma of strawberries and roasted sugar clung in the air. Better than the cow dung and Old Spice that came with Shamus, he thought. He brought the Pop-tart out with him on the trailer steps and looked at the rising sun through the pink clouds. He tried not to think bad of any of the men that came to see him. They were usually old, married much too young, usually with a kid on the way, and stuck in a marriage that had lasted decades with no end in sight. As he ate the frosted pastry, he got out his ancient iPhone and clicked on the browser to bring up Craig’s list, how he managed to plan his tricks as the carnival went from small town to small town. He was hoping to reconnect with one of the college boys he’d hooked up with last year. It was by accident that he met him, thinking that the guy in the post was lying about his age, saying he had a swimmer’s body, and all the other things men said that turned out to be untrue. The boy turned out to be the real deal, the most gorgeous specimen he’d ever been with. The kid indeed had a swimmer’s body and much more, in anything he’d undersold himself: sandy blond hair, a peach-fuzz mustache, dark blue eyes—how many times did he beat off remembering that face? But the boy also had a monstrous stutter and large gashes on one of his cheeks. But he was also sweet, muscular, a wing-span that didn’t quit, and a bubble butt he could munch on for days. They hadn’t talked much, mostly from the boy’s self-consciousness over his stutter. The oddest thing was he wore a chastity cage, which he was vague, if not right down evasive about. The most he said was that he was into chastity, but it was hard for Jeremy to believe. The entire time the lad had spent in his sling, he’s poor dick was bursting against the metal trap. Jeremy concentrated on his butt in the myriad ways he knew, which was the focus that Ken, Kenneth—something like that—texted him he was interested in when they first made contact. He’d made love to the boy’s butthole alternatingly sweetly then, at times, aggressively. The boy had liked it both ways. There were only a few stops on the year-long carnival schedule he really looked forward to and this town was at the top. He licked the crumbs off his fingers and downed enough now warm coffee to get him through the busy day. He clicked on Craig’s list regional personals. He thought he should plan now since the day the carnival launched in a new town was the busiest it would get except for the tear-down. The tear-down lasted all night, a twenty-two hour day and then a drive to the next town, usually involving plenty of amphetamines provided by Quaretermaine and management. He scanned down to the personals section and found it was gone. He checked out another random region and it was gone there too. It had to be a mistake, some glitch. He wasn’t dependent on turning tricks, but it did help him supplement his living expenses. Without them he’d wind up with the other carnies who were dependent on the measly salary management offered, living in near-destitution in what was infamously called ‘the bunkhouse,’ a converted eighteen wheeler split down the middle, broken up into small spaces which only fit a twin mattress with ten inches of space to spare on each side and a mirrored medicine chest for toiletries next to the door. His life was a steady stream going downhill. There weren’t a lot of job opportunities for ex-felons, but he’d found this one. He’d hit his high when he was thirty years old, working for a start-up wind farm outfit setting up wind turbines all around New England. He was unafraid of heights, having spent summers teaching his little brothers to high-dives off a nearby quarry. Setting up these humongous wind turbines, with blades that stretch a football field in length, there was something meaningful and monumental he was doing, transforming mountaintops, creating renewable energy, powering tens of thousands of houses wherever his company sent him. He made enough money to send back to assist his youngest crazy brother who grew marijuana and lived in a teepee. The dope froze in Vermont’s long winters, but he was happy kid, so there’s that. But for one god-forsaken road trip to Canada to hook-up with a gay couple outside of Montreal, his life could have continued on an upward trajectory. He got up to pee in his miniscule bathroom. He flushed the toilet, washed his face, shaved, then scrutinized himself mercilessly in the mirror. At forty-seven, he’d once been considered attractive, at least his mother had thought so, long, long ago. Unfortunately, so did his father. Even in the midst of middle age, he’d kept slim and still had some of the physique he acquired in the prison weight room. His greying hair kept most of his mousy brown color. His face was slim, gaunt some would say, and had a sharp chin with a big, wide lips. He’d maintained his undetectable positive status ever since he converted, never knowing if it was from sharing needles or unprotected sex, but what did it matter? He caught the bug, but it was under control. There were bags under his eyes this morning from Shamus waking him up all night wanting him to fuck him every which way every couple of hours. He’d finally gotten a straight four hours, from two to six, when Quartermaine had pounded on the side of his trailer. Throughout the day, as usual, he was all professional, worked well with the other carnies and ride operators, the staff at concessions, and all the performers from the Big Top to the Freak Show. Because he wasn’t afraid of heights the Ferris wheel and Hammer ride operators always wanted his help. He made the final electrical connections on the Hammer’s lighting, and still had time to dress his own joint, the ‘knock three dolls down and get a prize’ booth, before the carnival flicked on its lights at exactly three o’clock to begin opening day operations. He brushed out the knockdown dolls’ deceptively long hair and wedged them between the front piece of wood and the hidden backstop that made them next-to-impossible to knock down for some worthless prize that the marks were so eager to get for their girl. But the rubes kept coming and over the last couple of years he’d learned a good bit of patter to keep his joint one of the top money-makers. The couple in Montreal had the usual stupid screen names common for the site he was on: dirtypig4u and VelvetHole. He had their address on his phone with directions; he also had a shit-load of nasty porn on it, which he didn’t really think about as he crossed the Canadian border. He’d just taken a Viagra at a McDonalds down the road as his Subaru pulled up to the first border agent, a young Asian-Canadian woman. She looked bored and asked where he was staying. He said he hadn’t made a reservation but he thought he’d stay in a Montreal hotel. She looked at him suspiciously and told him to pull over to an area at the border patrol offices. He followed her direction and pulled into one of the docks. Two border guards were waiting for him, asking him to get out of his car. They were both nice, respectful, almost apologetic about the delay. The first officer had tattoos covering his arms up to his neck, and the other one was extremely handsome with a close cropped dark head of hair. They were a pleasant distraction until they asked him for any electronic equipment. “Like my phone?” Jeremy asked, a little apprehensive. The handsome one nodded, and he turned over his phone giving him the access code, and warning him that there was porn on it. They asked him to step inside. They then proceeded to tear the car apart end to end. The tattooed agent brought back several bottles of poppers and asked what the bottles contained. He told him the contents, saying feebly that he hoped he’d get lucky. The tattooed guy looked less friendly after that. They were both gone for about an hour leaving him in a benchless waiting area. When they returned they were stone-faced and asked that he follow them. He felt trapped like a mouse in a maze, a maze that had only one path to walk down knowing this wasn’t going to end well. They took him into a windowless room and asked he take off his shoes. He did and the handsome one motioned for him to slide them over to him. He complied as the tattooed agent read him his right and asked if he understood that they were detaining him for suspicion of trafficking in child pornography. His heart stopped. To back up for a second. He’d had a major run-in with the law before stemming from a hunting accident when he was fourteen. Hunting trips with his father always ended up in their two-man pup tent and was always where sexual abuse took place. It had been going on since he could remember and it was never anything he looked forward to. Quite the opposite. He came up with any excuse he could think of to get out of going, but never to any avail. Even his mother put pressure on him to spend some time with his hard-working father who only asked that his oldest son go out the first day of deer season with him. What changed on this particular hunting trip was after his father had finished with him, as he was drifting off after his fourth beer, he started mumbling about how old Jeremiah was getting, and how Jacob, who’d just turn nine, or maybe even better, Jasper, who was six-and-a-half, might enjoy coming with him next year in his place. Jeremy was able to convince the sheriffs, but not his mother, that his father had accidentally taken a bullet to the head as he hid, unseen by Jeremiah, in the brush. It’s possibly she knew what was happening between her husband and son by a million small details but never said a word. She also never said anything to the sheriffs in her home about her suspicions, nothing at the funeral, not a word at the courthouse. Not one word ever. But she never treated him the same after the incident, only found excuse after excuse to keep his younger brothers away from him. She encouraged Jeremy to graduate early, get his electrical engineering certificate his last year in high school, and leave the house the day he graduated. He was not unwelcome in her house, especially around holidays when his brothers begged him to come home, but neither was he especially warmly welcomed. A kiss on the cheek on entering and leaving, a Tupperware of leftovers, but not an inch more of affection than was necessary. So the father-son pornography he’d harvested on his phone was buried deep in his history and his character. The Canadian shrink who interviewed him prior to trial asked him whom in the photos he identified with. He told her the boys, and he argued that he thought none of them were underage. He wasn’t into kiddy porn, he pleaded. But the ages of the kids in the photos were questionable enough, it didn’t matter whom he identified with. Child pornography is child abuse, argued the Canadian Crown Attorney. She wasn’t interested in the psychiatric deposition his attorney tried to put, unsuccessfully, into evidence. So he did his time, labeled a child sexual predator, the lowest of scum in the prison hierarchy, beaten, raped, infected, unemployable once outside, until he found a job at the dime toss booth, turning penny-ante tricks on the side for extra money, sucking off old men who smelled of Brylcreme and Aqua Velva, because they were coming into town for a ‘date’ and having a nice piece of cheap flesh that reminded them of their daughter. He placed the last knockdown doll on the top shelf, secured it in place. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a migraine coming on. Now that Craig’s list no longer did personal ads, how long before he took up room in the Bunkhouse? How similar were those eight by twelve foot rooms to the cell he did time in? How much lower could his life go? “Jeremiah was a b-b-bullfrog,” sang a voice behind him. “Hello, B-bullfrog.” Kenworth Paxton. He remembered the name even before turning around. As he spun around, he fretted that he’d aged unrecognizably in the last year, was afraid of being looked at by a creature he remembered being so astonishingly perfect, scarred but perfect in every way. The boy was the same, a little taller maybe, a bit broader in his chest if that were possible, same scars on his cheek, and wet, shoulder-length sandy blond hair, longer than the previous year before. But the length suited him, framed his face, his beautiful imperfectly-perfect face. He came over and leaned on the red lip of his booth, his fingertips just brushing the lad’s. His smile was from ear to ear. He felt an immediate rousing desire in his groin for the young man, but an even stronger desire to just lean there for hours, taking him in. A full year of imagining him and now, here he was, made flesh, even more ideal than what was indelible in his mind. “You look…” Jeremy couldn’t find the words. He noticed drips of water coming off his hair onto his collar. “You look wet,” he laughed. “I c-c-came right after try-tryouts. I’m al-al-alternate goal-goalkeeper this year,” he beamed. “That’s fantastic, man. Congratulations!” Jeremy enthused, clasping his hand, an excuse to hold him, to feel how real he was. He rocked his head acknowledging that he really was here, that he showed up. He didn’t quite know what a goalkeeper was—he guessed soccer—but if the kid was happy, and the smile spread across his face said he was, then so was he. Ecstatically happy. “So how you been?” “G-good,” the young man said, looking at Jeremy hungrily. He looked back at him the same. “So can you come by tonight? Meet me later?” Jeremy’s face clouded for a second, coming down to earth. “Nah, you’ll probably be with all your friends tonight. First night of the carnival and all.” “No. Yeah. I can m-m-meet you,” he said. The kid began to shuffle his feet. “Like is t-t-ten okay?” he blinked hard to spit out his proposition. “Yeah, yeah,” said Jeremy happily. He kept nodding his head practically disbelieving who was before him. The kid was just as happy to see him too, starting to pick up Jeremy’s head bobbing until both of them were bobbing in synch together, very happy to see each other. There was a pause between them, not of awkwardness but a hint at a mutual anticipation for what ten o’clock would hold. “Yeah, ten. Perfect. Here or at my trailer? Yeah, let’s meet at my trailer. You remember which one it is? The green one? Small, has flowers painted under the window?” “Couldn’t forget it,” Kenworth Paxton said. “Best night of my life.” “Best night of your life?” Jeremy noted he hadn’t stuttered. “Best night of my life. That is until tonight, I promise you that.” The kid really seemed to be happy seeing him again. Whenever he allowed himself the luxury of thinking about Kenworth Paxton he figured he’d forgotten him, or got interested in someone else, college flings, but he seemed to have the same connection right now that he had the week he’d been here a year ago. Should he have kept up writing to him? Texting him? That would’ve been presumptuous, weird. The kid was a baby, he was a middle age, part-time hustler who worked as a carnie. What could possibly go wrong? “So, yeah, ten. Okay.” Both their heads were still bobbing. “Bullfrog!” yelled a burly, red plaid shirt-wearing, bearded lumberjack, coming up to Jeremy’s joint. “Hey kid,” he said, noticing their bobbing heads. Then to Jeremy he said, “If I can tear you away, we need you pronto on Big Eli.” “Be right there.” The lumberjack spun on his toe, not before giving the kid another once over, and then headed back to the back lot. “I got to go help with the Ferris wheel...so ten then.” Jeremy wanted to whisk Kenworth Paxton straight back to his trailer and throw his legs in his sling and have at him for the next week straight. Instead, he brushed the boy’s knuckles, and hollered over to Ronnette, his neighbor with a dart throwing booth, if she’s keep an eye out on his junk. She said sure and wiggled her arched brows. He always used the gate at the back of his booth to get out, but today he spontaneously hopped over the booth’s lip next to Kenworth Paxton, to smell him, to size him up. He put his hands on the kid’s shoulder and gave him a tight, quick squeeze. He didn’t care who saw. He cocked a thumb at the rides. “Gotta go,” he said transfixed, not moving. Kenworth Paxton smiled once more, and Jeremy ripped himself away from the spot, and headed to the back lot with a grin he wouldn’t shake the rest of the day. As he stood at the top of Big Eli replacing the Ferris wheel’s burned out neon light, seventy feet in the air, both feet solidly anchored between two beams, overlooking the small town below, the college off in the distance, the green forest hills beyond, standing atop his entire world, nothing, no one remotely as high as him at that moment, he wondered if the kid was still committed to that damn little chastity cage? And if so, how was he going to get it off him? *** Marlon Reznor swaggered down the sidewalk leading the pack. House, that is, Trent van der Haus and Steve Reynolds, head bent under his hoodies, still texting, walked side by side, but not talking. Tommy Derkheim was the only one chirping away behind them all, asking his teammates what they want to do first at the carnival. He thought the Hammer ride should be their first stop, and then maybe the freak show. He was really just excited they’d invited him along. “Freak show,” Steve Reynolds mumbled under his hoodie. House nodded his large head in agreement. Raznor cut through one group of geeky boys and then another group of girls coming back from the fair, giggling, eating cotton candy, one girl’s hair exactly matching its pink color. Raznor stroked his chin fuzz, looked back at Tommy and the diamond their quartet made slicing down the sidewalk. “House of mirrors first,” he said taking out a joint, to which House and Reynolds nodded and Tommy shrugged happily. They finished the joint as they walked through the fair’s archway, passing Dr. Moreau’s House of Curiosities, i.e., the freak show, just as a woman in a flesh-colored bathing suit adorned with shiny dangling bangles, and draped with an albino boa constrictor, was leaving the small stage in front of the tent and a scaly lizard-man was climbing onto it. The bald barker, a large man with a blue tattooed scalp that had a dome of stars and constellations from his chin to the back of his neck etched on his face and head, was in the middle of his patter. “Some applause for the beautiful Misty Morning and her serpent Houdini, who can get into and out of the tightest of places. The girl your friends and neighbors are talking about, with an act with which they can only whisper. Man oh man, she’s got all the things a girl should have, and she’s gonna shake ‘em loose like a bucket of juice!” Misty shook her ample butt with all her bangles jangling before disappearing behind the tent flap. “And Larry the Lizard Man, who suffers the persecution of unjust inequity a man or lizard could endure.” Larry, in a large pair of trousers with a cutout accommodating his large reptilian tail, sat on a stool and stared at Tommy. His split tongue slithered out as it darted out over a mouth that stretched from wide across his jaw. His black diamond-shaped pupils unnerved Tommy and Tommy tugged at Raznor’s shirt wanting to go. “Looks like Lizard Man like our Otter Boy,” Raznor taunted his small teammate. ‘Otter’ was the name the team called him, a name that followed him from his family, where anytime he was in water he was in bliss, a small otter who flipped and spun off diving boards effortlessly, gracefully, playfully, sometimes recklessly in the chances he’d take on a dive. Third string on the water polo team last year, but who’d won enough first and second places at last year’s diving competitions, that he was wholly embraced by the team. Otter was the man! “C’mon, Raz. He gives me the creeps,” Tommy said, trying to act casual but his reedy voice betrayed real distress beneath his plea. Steve Reynolds held his phone aloft and snapped a photo of him and Tommy with the lizard man in the background. Reynolds scrutinized himself in the pic, decided it was good enough to post, clicked share, saying, “I googled it and these freak show lizard-men mostly suffer from extreme ichthyosis. Probably has some body mods like that split tongue. I think we should do the show, maybe introduce Otter to him.” “No,” Tommy begged, pulling on House’s shirt, the only one who never teased him. House made a face of disdain at Reynolds, and led the way to the House of Mirrors. He pulled out a second joint, lit it up and passed it around as they took a circuitous route through a bunch of trailers to get to a ticket booth. House collected money from each of them, and at the House of Mirrors, handed over the tickets to the fun house attendant. A very stoned Reznor, Reynolds, House, and Tommy filed in. Reznor immediately ditched them, whipping around some glass to get away from the group. As the remaining trio wound through the maze, Reznor snuck up on Tommy and jumped him, making Tommy scream and fall into House. Reynolds broke off and went his own way, House went another, and soon the four of them were exploring confusing corridors of reflections and glass partitions alone, laughing and jumping on each other when they reconnected. Sometimes they found each other with a touch, but more often they thought one of them was at an arm’s distance away only to find themselves bumping into glass. At the center was a black room of warped mirrors that made the foursome look lean and tall as giants, others that made them look like dwarves with tiny legs. Tommy and the others laughed at their reflections, knocking each other around the black room, pointing in the mirrors, taking overhead picture on their phones, seeing who could make the most warped photo. Raznor got bored and headed out, then House followed, Reynolds took a third path leaving Tommy behind only for a second. An unseen hand swiveled a pane of glass, cutting Tommy off from his friends. He followed this new path into the back of the ride and watched his teammates in the distance, cutoff first by two rows of glass, then three, then he didn’t see them anymore. He met his reflection, then his reflection’s reflection, then himself reflected until he was surrounded by an army of Tommys, saw himself in every direction and saw nothing but himself. “Guys!” he said loudly as he stumbled through the glass and mirrors. “Guys!” he shouted. He heard the other boy’s laughter dying away, replaced by music from the carousel. There was mist at his feet. Gas climbed slowly up the glass. He coughed and started to feel dizzy and a little faint. He ran through the maze quicker, looking for a way out, looking for some shred of the outside world, but all he saw was more glass, more dead ends, more of himself. He stretched out his hand which pressed against his reflection. His knees buckled under him and he fell. His head pressed against the glass. His cheek ran down a sheet of glass, squeaked the pitch of straining flesh against a slick surface. The oils of his face left a trail of grease as he slid lower, legs tucking lazily under him, head going forward until it hit the House of Mirrors’ floor. Then he fell into a woozy blackness. Barely conscious, he heard the faint music of the carousel, felt hands picked him up, carried him off. A false back wall creaked open, and he disappeared from sight. Hands undressed him as he hung like a limp dolls, placing him in a suit that was much too tight. Someone or something touched his exposed butthole. His butt filled with something cold and wet. Whatever it was soon enveloped him in a warm blanket, made him feel dreamy floating in a dark semi-consciousness, made him acutely aware of his body and of the hard metal cage that locked away his maleness. Tommy came out of a haze feeling exposed, exceedingly relaxed and even more horney. Part of his brain said he should panic, but overall he felt himself drifting somewhere between wakefulness and dozing in twilight. He rested on a padded red leather tabletop, his ass riding slightly higher than his shoulders as he laid crumped on his left arm. Around the red table was a gold rail. To the rail, his wrists and ankles were secured. His skin felt strange, alien, oddly furry. It felt like most of his body was in a tight fitting diving suit. Looking at his arms and back at his legs he saw this suit had a light fur glued to the suit’s skin. His chest, abdomen, and genitals were all him, however, and they rubbed sensually against the red leather. His dick and balls though still were captured inside their metal cage. He looked around. The room was octagonal, all eight sides mirrored. Between each mirrored pane stood a panel of fluorescent lights. Presently, the white tubes flickered on making the small enclosure extremely bright to the point of being almost blinding. Seven of the eight mirrored panes had slot removed at head height, and within the gaps, seven sets of eyes watched him studiously, anonymously. The eighth mirror directly in front of him swerved open and the barker from the freak show, the one with the blue tattooed head of stars, came in and, with a black gloved hand, closed the mirror behind him. The barker addressed the anonymous onlookers behind the mirrors. “Behold, our newest creature, captured for your investigation into nature’s oddities, gentleman. A boy of quality, to be sure. Note his blond fur, the extra vertebrae at his tailbone sporting his diminutive tail. Don’t let his blond coat of young fur mislead you, for he is a special marvel, a naturally born hairy Otter Boy, a small but wild animal which is why we must constrain him to this table. He is the Otter Boy for which you’ve paid to scrutinize. And study every part of him you shall.” It was then that Tommy saw the purpose of the suit he was in. He saw himself in the mirrors in a fur suit that made him look like the water creature, his nickname cruelly turned on himself, the Otter Boy the barker assured the audience he actually was. He tugged at his bindings and found he was not completely immobile but tightly constricted in how much he could move. He tried to speak but found his mouth had a small mask over it, which, when he looked in one of the mirrors, saw they had given him an otter-like muzzle. He blinked at his reflection and recognized the absurdity, the phoniness of the ruse, and how little it seemed to matter. He would have panicked but for the underlying calm his body felt and the stroking the barker was applying to his butt and caged genitals. “Note, too, gentlemen,” continued the barker, “how his sex has been cruelly bound. This must be, because in captivity, kept in his cage, being a young male, all he would do when first captured was to play naughtily with himself day and night. But tonight, for his pleasure and yours, we will unbind the young animal and let him play as I know he will for whomever comes forward with a slight extra token of coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity.” A lubed forefinger, cracked and callused, entered his hole causing Tommy to wince. It withdrew and he felt the barker fiddling with the chastity cage’s lock. With a click his cock and balls hung loose. Immediately they were lubed, and were drawn down, massaged, blood squeezed into them making them flush, then beginning, through constant stimulation, to harden. What should have been acute humiliation, so publically on display, was instead erotic, in fact, intoxicating. Tommy couldn’t explain it even to himself. He was a virgin, no male or female had been drawn to him, or he to another. He was cute, undeniably, but shy, reluctant to show any attachment when it came to anyone outside his family. Now after one year spent with his teammates, he was finally opening up to them, though not about his sexuality. This act, this pulling on his hardening phallus, was the first time he’d ever had anyone put a finger or fist on his genitals. He wanted the callused finger inside him again. He didn’t have to wait long. “You will see, gentlemen, our initially reluctant creature is eager to participate. The Otter Boy is a playful pup. Note how quickly he is engorged.” Indeed, Tommy was hard as steel with only a few seconds of stimulation, could easily shoot his wad were the barker not easing up masturbating him. “You will witness for the first time the Otter Boy submitting to penetration.” The barker held up a bulbous glass nob that sparkled in the lights. He poured a thick gelatinous liquid over the rod and some over Tommy’s upturned hole. The viscous liquid was cold and made his hole tweeze shut, only to be stroked by the bulbous rod rubbing up and down his crack. He couldn’t help himself and pushed his butt to receive the rod, and the barker obliged, allowing only a small portion of the instrument to glide smoothly in his hole. It gave him satisfaction beyond his imagination. The glass bulb spread him open to the possibility of something foreign taking over his body, forcing him to open up whether he was willing or not. The barker steadied Tommy’s torso, placing his warm callused palm on the small of his back, and pushed the grass rod in a few more inches. There was something at work in his body that was pushing him to be lewd, to want the whole of the object to be inside him. The barker pulled the object out, showed it to the audience of eyes, demonstrating the length that would soon travel inside the boy. It was not going to be a short journey either. Tommy felt the instrument smoothly spreading open his hole, stretching his tender ass lips, lips that had never had anything touch them in this manner. There was something, however, this time different in the slickness, like a fine sand had been added to the lubricant, something rough and burning just a bit. He looked back and saw the barker surreptitiously sprinkle a white powder on the glass rod. The deeper it went the more it burned. He squeezed his hole to try to block any further penetration but he was in no position to resist, and the bulb stretched his hole open to its widest spot, the skin of his rectum spread so wide the powder came in contact with his whole rectum and made his entire insides light on fire, and like that, snap!, the bulb was in. He had an entire new feeling about the invader. He loved it! He squeezed it to make it go in deeper. He flexed his butt muscles to provoke it to penetrate him as much as possible. The barker took note, raising a hand above the boy’s gyrating bottom, illustrating the transformation from human to unthinking animal. The circle of eyes started bouncing within the slots, eyes squinted, pupils became pinpricks of pleasure within their private booths. The barker returned to stroking the boy’s erection causing Tommy to further pleasure himself, writhing, rutting his pelvis, grinding it into the barker’s fist. “And now,” the barker announced with both of his hands in the air, the white lights turning to green and blue, “the moment you’ve been waiting for, the reason you’ve paid your admission to witness the taboo scene of carnal pleasure, what you were promised and will not see anywhere else, see here with your own two eyes. I give you the forbidden lust between the Lizard Man and the Otter Boy!” In the aquatic light the mirror in front of Tommy swiveled open and the Lizard Man entered with a long scaly erection, split down the middle into two penises. The barker withdrew the glass rod and stepped back into the shadows, while the Lizard Man, his tail dragging along behind him, circled Tommy. Tommy’s eyes were wide and frightened. He knew this was just a man, but the disguise and the drug that was emanating inside his hole, was playing with his mind. He thought the man had contacts to make his pupils into vertical slits but they looked real enough, especially as they expanded and contracted as he came closer to him. The man’s tongue definitely was split as was his dick, and he made the most out of his tongue slithering it in and out of his extremely wide mouth. The man’s thin lips were chapped which only made him appear to have scales entirely over his face right down to the insides of mouth. That serpent tongue entered his ear and made a gushing sound that drowned out his own panicking cries. “Relax,” whispered Larry, the Lizard Man, “It’s just a show for the rubes.” The Lizard Man walked around Tommy’s face, jiggling his spit cocks, going to his other ear, whispering, “It’s a suit just like yours. Act like you’re scared.” Tommy didn’t need to act, he was out-of-his-mind frightened and abhorred at the repulsive creature. The Lizard Man disappeared, but soon he felt a tongue flutter at his butthole. Then the tongue entered him and as revolted as he was knowing the man was eating his hole, his body reacted to the pleasure that he felt. Without wanting to, he nonetheless pushed out his spongy lips so the lizard tongue could go in deep. And deep it did, fluttering and weaving, a rapid in-out, over and over, following the maze that was his colon. How deep could that tongue go? He turned his head but only saw the hideous reptilian snout of the man pressed up to his butt, but he could feel him traveling obscenely fast and unbelievably deep into his yawning cavern. Nothing had prepared him for this kind of invasion that was at once a violation of his body but also as gratifying as itching a scratched non-stop. He shuddered on his hands and knees, wanting the Lizard Man to end this exquisite torture, but feared if it ended, what would happen next. And it did stop, and this happened next: Tommy felt two small hard penises pushing at his hole. The barker spoke softly, while the Lizard Man worked his dicks into Tommy. “As any biologist will tell you, male mammals have only one phallus, which they theorize is due to the fact that embryonically it comes as an extension of the tail or in humans from the tailbone.” With a pop, the Lizard Man’s cocks slithered into his hole, the man’s claws on either side of his butt cheeks pulling Tommy back further onto them. “These same biologists will tell you reptiles, lizards and snakes alike are born with two penises that emanate not from a tail but vestiges of legs. Imagine, gentlemen, double your pleasure, double your fun. Observe the pleasure in the Otter Boy’s face.” Tommy couldn’t believe how much the two dicks were hurting him. One would have been intense enough, but both, were it not for the mask-muzzle over his mouth, he would be screaming for the Lizard Man to stop. The man kept pulling him back deeper on them and he tried to get away, but this tug-of-war only caused the man’s erections to swell harder, putting more pressure on stretching Tommy’s hole wider. And then there was the underlying, but growing, sense of pleasure Tommy was deriving from the penetration. Mix that with the white powder the barker had slid into him, mix that with the humiliation of being ravaged in front of an anonymous public—it made Tommy shake his head in a crazed way that made the onlookers think he was madly enjoying being fucked by this scaly monster. The creature picked up its pace and Tommy instinctively impaled himself harder as he lost himself to the lust of the moment. He flung his ass back wildly trying to take even more of the Lizard Man’s dicks. The split dicks, the hard they got, the more they separated away from each other, the wider Tommy’s hole got spread. He heard a loud hissing behind him and a tongue that was whipping against his neck, then his hole got sprayed with jism that ran down his balls, dripped over his legs, and spontaneously, without touching himself, he came on the table, white spew pooling on the red leather. Larry pulled out, patted Tommy on the head and before exiting the chamber hissed in his ear, “Good show, mate.” “Now, gentlemen, who among you will come forward with an extra coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity—who will be next?” One by one, out stepped a local store owner, the town librarian, a bespectacled college professor, a slick-hair barber, a old pharmacist, a greasy auto mechanic, and finally Coach Brandon, all taking turns coming out of their booth and pleasuring themselves inside the Otter Boy, while the Otter Boy pulled on his liberated dick and satisfied himself, time after time, man after man, with his furry paws.

With all due respect: You need to have the "define the relationship" talk. That doesn't mean you need to plan 5 years in advance, but you have to come up with rules that work for you right now. I know it's hard, especially if you have conflicting ideas (total openness vs. don't tell the other about everything etc.), but you will be better off afterwards. Three rules of thumb for making an open relationship work 1.) Fairness: Don't try to dictate your notions ("my way or the highway") or overcompromise, but find a reasonable middle ground both can live with. However, it doesn't matter what conventional wisdom says, it just has to work for the both of you, noone else. 2.) Reciprocity: Except for master-slave relationships it should be a given that both parties have equal rights . 3.) Priorities: In a real relationship your partner comes first, i.e. if your BF wants to spend time together, you don't go cruising for cock at the same time. If you're not ready for that yet, you're not really ready for a relationship.