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Pozzed Cheerleader I was a male cheerleader for a Big10 school. Yeah, the rumors are true. We get a lot of sex with the female cheerleaders. We do spend a lot of time with each other, but we also get a lot of attention from the alumni, especially the older men who think we are male dancers. Honestly, I don’t mind they tuck more than a few bucks when we entertain at alumni dinners, tailgating and some sideline visits. What I was not ready for was the dropping of room cards and near constant invites. George was in his 50’s played QB for us in back in the 80’s and there had always been rumors that he was gay even back in his playing days. I was still surprised when we were in one of the tunnel bathrooms when he felt me up and tucked a hundred dollar bill and his room key card into my jock inviting me to his room at midnight in uniform with the promise of two more just like it just for showing up. I had been letting my roommate suck my cock since the beginning of the year. So gay sex was not new to me, but i was not sure what George wanted from me. The promise of $200 just for showing up was too good to pass up. We lost the game that day. So, I knew the party scene was going to be lame that night. So my excuses were slowly disappearing for not meeting George. My girlfriend wanted to go to the Alpha house, most of the black football players belonged to the Alpha’s. I got along with them all, but I think she was going more for the bbc than anything else. That is another story and a different forum. I let her go with her friends. I showered in the locker room. I shuck my uniform out in my gym bag as we are only allowed to wear it outside for sanctioned events. It was still early so I went to some parties and nothing caught my fancy, and that $200 extra was already burning a hole in my pocket for some stuff for school. I decided to go for it. I made my way to the Union Hotel where all the “special” alumni stay for games. I avoided some people I knew by taking the stairs and I figured it would give me an opportunity to slip back into my cheer uniform. George’s room was on the top floor the 5th. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I was walking up to this room when I noticed one of my cheer teammates ahead of me walking up to the door. I had long suspected he was gay, and this just proves. I had justified my being there as “gay for pay”. I was sure he was there for his love of cock. I was about to be proved so wrong. I motioned to Jamie, and he hesitated when he knocked on George’s door. I told it was cool. I was here for the same thing. He smiled and said he knew it. I was a little taken aback. No one had ever, to my knowledge, thought I was a faggot. George swung open the door and there were 3 other mostly naked men in his suite with ages ranging from mid-30’s to early-50’s most I recognized from the football wall of fame in the fieldhouse. One was the school’s all-time leading rusher Javon, I should leave their last names out. The other was an all-American DB Mike and a guy that went pro on the defense Dan. There were 4 guys in the room, 2 black and 2 white and me and Jamie. Jamie and I were in the center of all the guys, George still had his pants on with a wife-beater T, but everyone else were down to the t-shirts and shorts or jocks. George took $500 from his wallet and took $300 and motioned to Jamie that it was his and the rest was mine. George laughed and said the “straight” one was cheaper. The whole room laughed at me, but my cock just got harder. I knew my erection was visible to everyone in the room. Our uniforms really did not leave much to the imagination. George told us to do a cheer for the room. So Jamie and I looked at each other and without saying a word broke into a cheer. We chanted and gyrated into our little dance movements in the little space we had in front of our all-male half-naked audience. Once we were done. George ordered us to take our bottoms off and do it again. We pulled off our shoes, socks, pants, but were told to leave our jocks on. We, again, did another cheer for the guys, who by now were pulling out their flaccid cocks. I felt a pull on my leg by a pair of dark hands while Jamie was being dragged down by a now naked George and Dan. It was then that I saw the biohazard tats on both George and Dan. I thought it was off that they each had the same tat, but then I saw the same on Javon and Mike. Jamie was on his knees in no time sucking George then Dan and I soon found myself doing the same for Javon and Mike. I had never sucked cock before, but had been sucked. So, I just did what I thought I would like and in no time I had two very hard black cocks trading spots in my all-to-eager mouth. While I switched back and forth between Mike and Javon. George slipped in behind me and started to rim my virgin ass. I love having my ass ate. My girlfriend would do it from time to time, but not often enough for me. George had me moaning in no time. He started fingering my hole. He had large QB hands, and I felt every knuckle of his index finger in my ass. Jamie was still devouring Dan’s huge cock. When Mike pulled away from me and got behind Jamie and began to rim and finger his ass. Dan and Javon moved side-by-side on the couch pulling Jamie and I along with them. So we could keep sucking their oversized cocks. Dan was nearly 9inches of thick white steel. Javon was a heavy 8inch black rod, George was a good 7inch and Mike had 8.5 of thick dick. I knew I was going to get fucked by all of them. I just wanted George to go first. The room was moving so fast. It felt like a moment ago I was on the football field and now I am here on my hands and knees next to a teammate sucking an alumni cock just boefore we are both about to get fucked. Myself for the first time. George got up and grabbed what looked like lube and a small brown bottle from next to the bed. He smeared my ass with the lube and held the open brown bottle under my nose telling me to breathe deep. I was euphoric. I felt his cock as my hole. I was straight, I was gay for pay. “I am, we are going to knock up your virgin ass today boy” George snickered. I was not sure what he meant, but I played along. “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with your powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy man pole into Jamie’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride. More to Cum I like hot chat and phone hit me up Joey

Decided to grab the train across Australia from Sydney to Perth and have a relaxing 4 days and 3 nights off after a busy year with work. Have always wanted to do the trip, and know that most on the train are older, so was planning to relax and when I got to Perth, spend a few days chasing loads. Got to the station and ticket was all sorted and I went to find my carriage. There was an attendant at each carriage and when I got to my carriage the attendant was a hot 20’s something guy. 6’ tall with an avg build but wearing the uniform of beige trousers (very tight and well filled out) and train logo polo with a stockman’s hat. What looked like short brown hair under the hat and piercing blue eyes with a trimmed beard. I almost got a hard on there and then. My thoughts went straight too disappointment as I imagined how good it would be (for eye candy alone) to have him on the entire trip. I am a 45 y/o avg guy with smooth body and blonde short hair. Nothing special but wearing jeans and t-shirt. He introduced himself as Adam and explained a few basic things before I was to get on to the train. I was thinking of how hot it would be if he was on the trip, and as though he could read my mind, he adds “I will be your carriage attendant the whole trip” out of nowhere. I am taken back by the random comment and am obviously pleased. “I’ll come by and give you the run down on the carriage once we are under way” He repeats my cabin number as if to remind himself. Others are lining up, so I get on the train in a bit of a haze and find my cabin. I have a private cabin with ensuite that is usually for two people, but I paid to have it to myself to relax. I settle in and am putting some things away as the train starts out and immediately there is a knock at the door. It is Adam (he must have come straight to my cabin first). He walks straight in and closes the door behind him and begins to explain the features of the cabin. “So, you are travelling alone I see?” I confirm this for him, and he smiles. I swear the bulge in his trousers is bigger, but I put it down to my imagination. After explaining everything he tells me he has a cabin at the end of the carriage and is available 24/7 for anything I need. He then looks me in the eyes and says, “anything at all, even in the middle of the night”. He leaves and I hear him explain the features to all the other people in my carriage, but he never goes into their cabins. As the evening falls and after I have had dinner, I head back to the cabin and shortly after there is knock at my door. It is Adam. “Sorry sir, I meant to prepare your bed while you were at dinner. I got caught up a bit. Let me do it now for you. There is not a lot of room, and he keeps brushing past me to do his stuff and his crotch is growing to a noticeable bulge. Sometimes when he needs to get past me, he puts his hands on my hips gently to steady himself and I feel his growing crotch brush against my arse, and my own cock is starting to go. “Is there anything else I can do for you” he asks, and he clearly has a hard on. But I am not sure of the rules and what to do and I stumble to say everything is perfect, trying not to get caught looking at his crotch, but he clearly notices. “If you haven’t been on a train overnight before, sometimes it is hard to get to sleep or sleep. So, please let me know if you need anything no matter the time.” He motions to the attendant button on the wall “I mean anything at all – ok” and he then leaves. By midnight I cannot sleep, and my mind constantly goes to Adam, and I know a good fucking and load from him is exactly what I need to sleep. I think what the hell and I press the attendant button. I am in boxers and singlet for bed. Within a minute, Adam is at my door in the same clothes but sporting a massive bulge in his tight pants. “I’ve been waiting for that call for hours”. Without invitation he comes into my cabin and shuts the door and just pushes me to the wall and kisses me and starts grinding his massive crotch against mine. “What about if someone else calls for the attendant?” I ask. “I am officially off from 10pm and that is what everyone is told. You are the only one I said “anytime”. And he grins and starts to kiss me again. I begin to undo his pants and he stops me and says, “sorry I need to tell you I am poz. Just got the results back a week ago and not started meds yet. So can only do oral for now”. He sounds a bit disappointed as he says it and I look him in the eye and ask, “so you would be pretty toxic now I guess”. He responds in a disheartened manner “yeah I guess so – sorry” I smile and kiss him again and continue to release a thick nine-inch cock from his pants and pre-cum flicks onto my boxers as I do. He seems a little reluctant and I assure him, “good! That means I have 3 nights for you to knock me up. No rules, no condoms and nothing for you to worry about. I want to be fucked and bred by you as often as you can do it for the next 3 nights. I want your poz babies.” You can see the relief in his eyes and without a word he turns me around, pulls the back of my boxers down and shoves all nine inches inside me all at once. It hurts a little at first, but he just holds it there until I relax and after a few seconds starts pumping my arse with his huge cock. He is fucking me hard against the wall as he is kissing and biting my neck. “Fuck it has been a week since I came. It’s gonna be a big load and probably fast”. And within a minute of that he says, “fuck I gotta cum – oh shit – here it comes” and he bottoms out inside me, and I feel the warm sensation of him flooding my insides with his poz seed. I reach around and grab his arse to make sure he doesn’t pull out. He seems to cum for ages, but also doesn’t seem to go soft. He keeps kissing my neck, breathing heavily, whilst still inside me and still hard. He starts slowly fucking me again. “Fuck, I told you it had been a while. You want another load?” I respond by pushing back hard on his cock and he starts to fuck me hard again and within 5 minutes he is unloading a second load in me without even pulling out from his first load. After about a minute, he starts to go soft this time and his cock pops out of my hole. This whole time is has stayed dressed. I turn around and kiss him more. “When are you officially back on duty?” I ask. “6am” he responds. “Good plenty of time for us then” and I begin to undress him. Before long we are both naked and he has a gorgeous hairy chest under his work shirt. The beds are narrow, so he lays on top of me with his crotch nestled nicely between my legs as we make out like two teenagers. He stays until 5am and neither of us sleep. He proceeds to pump another 2 loads in me overnight. As he leaves, I say, “so two more nights for you to knock me up right” and kiss him. I go to an early breakfast with a slightly sore arse but have kept his loads inside me. He passes me on my way back from breakfast and he stops me and says “you may want to change” and runs his hands down the back of my jeans. There is a wet patch where his seed has started to leak out. “or pop a plug in there”. And then he continues to walk on. To be continued…

While making a few last passes for typos and such, I realized what was supposed to be the last part in this story was too long. I split it in half, so there will be one more after this to finish it off. -------- Part 15 Danny: After the big meal on Thursday my parents and I sat at the table talking. We had already finished one bottle of wine and had opened the second. I could tell there something they wanted to say, but I had no idea what. When the glasses were refilled, my dad sat down and nodded to my mom. I started to get worried. "How is your friend Ben doing?" my dad asked. "He's OK. He has an apartment closer to the city now. He found a better job but he had to cut down to only one class" I said. I didn't say anything about his appetite for sex, that he was poz or that he had a boyfriend. "Did he tell you why he moved?" my mom asked. I got more worried. "No. I didn't ask him. I just figured it was time for him to go out on his own. Kind of like I did by going down to State" I replied. It was the truth and to be honest I didn't think much about it. "His parents threw him out. You two have been close since grade school... so, we assume you know that he's gay. His parents don't approve of his sexuality. We were pretty shocked that they would do that to their own child. We haven't talked to them since" my dad said somewhat emotionally. He paused a moment and continued "We saw him walking down the street with a suitcase and picked him up. Ben stayed here for about a week until he could find a more permanent place." My jaw was probably on the table. I was shocked and couldn't believe Ben hadn't told me. "Uh... he came out to me last summer before moving to school. He never said anything about getting thrown out. That's awful. Thanks for giving him a place to stay" I said. "It's the least we could do. We're glad you didn't let the news affect your friendship. Just because someone has different preferences doesn't mean they are bad people. We all like different things" my mom said before adding "I like them tall and kinky" looking toward my dad and then giggling. "It's a good thing you're a few hundred miles away now... so you can't hear us" my dad added, smiling. I rolled my eyes and didn't really want to hear what they had been doing since I left, though it was good to see that their sex life was still alive. Thankfully they changed subjects without going into any more detail. As I was putting dishes away, my dad came up behind me, rested his hands on my shoulders and whispered. "If you're just being supportive of Ben, that's good, he needs that. If you two are close because you're gay too, that's ok. We love you just the same" before letting go and walking away. I packed up Sunday morning and started to drive towards the highway. I noticed the "For Sale" sign in front of Stu's house and chuckled to myself. Our neighborhood would be a lot safer, soon. At least for any queer guys that cross his path. I had a lot to think about on my drive back to school, but it was good to know that when I came out to my parents, it would go a lot better than I thought it would. -- Evan: I thought about Wes all of the way back to school. We had swapped digits and I hoped we kept in touch. Not just to know if I had added him to the list of guys I had knocked up. It would be good to have a gay friend near my parent's house. Maybe I could finish the job over Christmas break if he somehow didn't get pozzed. Or we could just have lots of more sex. He did tell me that next time it would be me bent over the truck behind the gas station getting fucked. As Danny started to hookup more, we had been fucking less. I was happy to see him get back into the groove. I even told a few of the poz top bears I knew that they should fuck him and every one of them thanked me. They seemed to like his ass even more than I did. It was countdown time until the end of the semester. My sex life was going to slow down and my study time was going to go way up. The biology bear messaged me, wanting to know if I was serious about meeting again. When I got there that evening, it was a lot simpler than our previous hookup. They both greeted me at the door naked and we spent a lot of time pawing each other's naked bodies in a few different rooms until we were back in their play room. The bear got back in the sling, but this time the cub bent over and began to nurse on his cock. That presented me with a furry ass to feast on. Once his fur was matted with spit, just like my beard was, and his hole was slick I stood up and slid in. His hole felt velvety and warm. My strokes were long and firm, slowly getting faster. The gentle massaging that he was giving my cock began to get more vigorous. The bear's moans got louder too, so I knew he wasn't being left out of the fun. Eventually, the massaging became milking and I couldn't wait any longer. Six strong spurts flooded the cub's ass. The cub moaned and the bear yelled out "Knock my boy up!" The cub stood up and I wrapped my arms around him, whispering "You got a great ass" in his ear. My cock slipped out and he moved to the side, kneeling before me, licking all of the cum off my shaft and balls. While he licked, my hand reached over and I dug a pair of my fingers into the bear's ass. Ten minutes of ass play gave my balls time to re-fill. The bear's hole felt really warm when I replaced my fingers with my cock. When I looked closer, I saw his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. I didn't say anything, I just began to plow into his fevered hole. I didn't fuck any harder or softer than normal, but my whole body was excited. I know some guys thought it was a waste to breed a guy that was converting or had converted, but not me. These guys were fun and I hoped to keep fucking them as long as I could. A moment after I shot my load into the bear, he came too, showering my chest with his cum. The cub licked the cum and sweat off my chest before sharing it with me in a long, deep kiss. He slowly pulled away and then put his attention to his daddy's cum covered, partially soft cock. -- Danny: I was laying on the bed when Tony came in Monday morning. He looked exhausted and just dropped his bag on the floor, set an alarm and passed out. I didn't even get a "Hi" from him. When I got back after classes he was gone but showed up right before dinner. He looked a little more rested but still tired. "Have a good break? Get stuffed like most of us?" I asked. "Oh god... my boyfriend took me to his family's cabin, not his parent's house. He fucked me from Tuesday night until this morning. When his dick wasn't in me, the plug I bought was. The damn thing barely stays in, now. I thought it was going to be fun when he told me what he planned while we drove there, but he was just a sex crazed animal the whole time. There was no passion, it was just rutting. I think he tried to make it hurt. He even invited people over to watch him fuck me" he sobbed. I was shocked since it had sounded like they had a good relationship. After I took a deep breath I told him "You should dump him. That's abuse, not kinky fun" and he nodded. "He even locked my dick up in this cage. It was supposed to be just for the weekend, but when I asked him to take it off this morning he just laughed. This afternoon, I told him to return the stuff I had at his place and bring the key to this cage" Tony said, sounding more angry by the minute. Friday, there was a knock at the door and Tony jumped off the bed to open it. I looked back from my desk briefly and saw 7thknhrd at the door. I had only seen his face a few times, but I knew it was him. He had a garbage bag in his hand and shoved it at Tony and said "I lost the key. Good luck finding someone to fuck you that's as good as I was. The videos are really popular. People like watching a stud like me breed your pathetic ass." I had turned away from the door as soon as I recognized Tony's ex. Tony slammed the door and set the bag down before crawling on the bed and crying. "That was your ex-boyfriend?" I asked. Tony sobbed "Yeah." I was worried about Tony and wondered if I should tell him about the flu that was in his near future. While I never got confirmation that my bug had found a new host in 7thknhrd, my track record for guys that got more than a couple loads was 100%. He had gotten nine. There was no point saying anything since it wouldn't help him now. The fever started the next Monday. Tuesday morning he stood there naked, with the cage still on his cock, dripping with sweat. He looked awful and hot at the same time. I wrapped a towel around his waist and led him to the bathroom. We ran into a few guys in the hall and bathroom and all gave him lots of room, one muttering "Damn, he's sick as a dog," another saying "Tony looks like shit." I held him up in the shower letting the water massage his body and he didn't wash much more than his head before he was exhausted. He slept a lot and I did what I could to keep him hydrated. I took care of him the next few days until he started to feel better. He only had a week to study for his finals and the illness only added to his stress level. On the Friday before finals, I took him to the clinic to get tested. Time was running out for the semester, so on Saturday I told him to leave a few hours open that evening and I was going to make his fantasy happen. Tony looked confused, but now he trusted me more than ever. When I told him to clean out, he knew he was going to get fucked and the worried look came back to his face, but he disappeared for a short while. He came back, hung the towel up and stood there naked. I pulled out some heavy wire cutters and told him to stay still. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Cutting the lock off your cage" I replied, moving closer. "I want to keep it. I've gotten used to it" he said. I smiled and reached back and grabbed a new lock off my desk. I grinned at him, saying "No problem. We'll put a new lock on, but the one from your ex needs to go." It took a couple tries to cut through the old lock, but I unceremoniously dropped it into the trash can once I had. The second he heard the click from the new lock latching, Tony moaned. "Now, you're in control. Not him" I told Tony. I had thought about giving him a key, but for now I kept the two that came in the package. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Evan stood there with another hairy guy behind him. The other guy was even furrier than Evan, but had the same big smile on his face. He also had a thick leather collar around his neck. They came in the room and I set the deadbolt. Tony had a nervous smile and I knew this would be his first sexual experience since the horrible week with his ex. "Hi... I'm Brad" Evan's friend said cheerfully and got introductions from Tony and I. Evan whispered "He just converted. You sure Tony is poz? Brad's probably really potent right now." I nodded and replied "He gets his results on Tuesday, but I'm sure he's toxic." Tony sucked the three of us, going back and forth a few times. He pulled off and looked at the three hard cocks in front of him and asked "Who's first?" before turning around and presenting his ass. I went in first and any concern that I had about Tony getting reminded of his ex raping him, quickly disappeared. I might not have been soft and romantic, but I wasn't going to be as abusive as his ex got either. Tony's moans were loud and he turned out to be a good bottom. -- Evan: We left the bear laying in the sling as the cub led me back to the door and my clothes. "When did he start with the fever?" I asked as I tied my boots. "I noticed it right before you got here tonight. Why?" the cub asked. "He's probably converting. You might need to help him get through the next few days" I replied. "Damn. I was hoping I could take more of your dick before then" he said, grinning. "Do both" I said, handing him my phone to enter his contact info. He typed in "Brad" and then his number. "Can we meet at your place? I don't want him to see me get fucked while he's sick and can't join in" Brad said. "Just gonna cost you a load or two" I replied. "Uh... I dunno. I'm a bottom" he replied, looking down. "You gotta learn to top. I expect you to share once you're charged up. If I can do it, you can too" I said, before giving him a rough snog. My finger hooked through the D-ring on his collar and I tugged him closer as we kissed. I'm pretty sure I heard him whimper from that move. I saw Danny helping his roommate into the shower a few days later and was a little shocked. Both at how bad Tony looked and that Danny would have pozzed his roommate. A day or two later I cornered him and asked what happened. He told me about his roommate's bad holiday with his boyfriend and I knew he could kind of relate to being used like that. "It's so fucked up. About a month ago I hooked up with a guy that wanted to get charged up. Said he wanted to use it as an excuse to break up with his boyfriend. It was a bad idea, but I bred him several times and then he said that was enough. I don't think he could handle being fucked like that" Danny told me quietly. He shook his head and continued after a deep breath "Over Thanksgiving holiday, Tony and his boyfriend went to a cabin and it got really abusive and Tony got raped daily... maybe hourly... and sometimes in front of other people. The guy even caged Tony's dick." I could see Danny start to get emotional. While he and Tony were just roommates, you don't want to hear about anyone getting raped, much less someone you live with. After he took another deep breath he said "Tony told him to give him his stuff back and when the boyfriend showed up, it was the guy I charged up a month earlier. He hadn't dumped his boyfriend, he wanted to poz him up. Just like Stu did to me." Finals were approaching and some guys party like crazy the weekend before and others just keep prepping. Danny asked me if I was up for a small gang bang for a break during studying. He said that it was Tony's fantasy and thought it might get him feeling better. I didn't want to traumatize Tony any more, but trusted Danny's judgment. I brought along Brad since Danny asked if I knew anyone that would breed a poz guy. He was the cub living with the bear I met at the gym. I had bred them both, together and apart, and while the bear was the first to fall victim to my viral seed, Brad was soon converting too. Brad wasn't ready to poz his first guy, but once he knew Tony was already in the club he was interested. I had already felt Brad's cock in me a few times. He wasn't the best top around, but he got the job done and with more practice I hoped he would get better. Tony wasn't the type I normally looked for but he was a damn good bottom. Most twinks like him weren't interested in me anyway. From the story I heard, the top that Tony dumped deserved it. Tony had a sub vibe which was probably not helped by the cage on his cock. That meant, however, that he was very attentive to making sure the top was satisfied. I think Brad could relate to him the most, since he had that role with his daddy. On the other hand, the three of us wanted to make sure that Tony got his needs met and had fun. When we were drained a few hours later, I think all of us had smiles on our faces. It turned out much better than I thought it would. I even got my dick in Brad again while Danny fucked Tony, so that was a bonus.

Chapter 24 Horse looked at the Pig and said “ You ready to try this again Pig “ ? Horse knew that this Pig had ore than enough chems in him to be ready to try but wanted to hear he Pig say it. The heat inside the Pig was overwhelming. He needed to feel something in his ass. He wanted to be used like never before. The guy sucking the Pig’s cock said he was still shooting a ton of precum. He asked the Pig “ When was the last time you came “. The pig replied “ It has been a while”. At this point the Pig lost all track of time. He wasn’t sure ow long he was hanging there. Two guys came over and released the restraints on his ankles and then his wrists. He almost fell to the floor, the guys steadied hm and told him to take it easy. His arms felt like they were floating in the air and his legs were weak. He knew he must have been a Pig because he was sweating like one. He was shaking a little and his ass was screaming to him to find anything to fill his void. He looked down at his cock and saw that without the guys mouth on it, his cock had shrunk to about half it’s size. They led him over to a guy that was in a sling. That guy had just been fucked. He looked at the Guy and saw what looked like a Kid not old enough to be here. He knew that watched IDs carefully so he knew he was at least 18. The pushed the Pig up against the guys gaping ass and told him to fuck him. Tried as he cold, he couldn’t get his shrinking and flaccid cock in the loose hole. He so much wanted to fuck that cute ass in front of him. The ass reminded him of a couple girl friends he had as a teenager and how he buggered their asses and heard them whining about it while he unloaded in them. One of the actually liked it and in later years would be the one to put a thin vibrator up his ass when she was sucking him. He came harder that night than ever and it was at that point he was hooked on his ass getting action. The put the Pig on his knees in front of the cute ass and started to get busy. He assumed they meant to suck a load out of the Kid so he stared licking and sucking the Kids limp cock. As much as he cold do the cock just would not get hard. They held his head down to the base of the Kid’s cock. The Kid began to piss in the Pig’s mouth. He tried to pull off but one of the guys said “ Drink it Pig. This kid was the first to get the points you had earlier. You should get a nice charge from his Infected Chem piss “. The pig was swallowing and choking on the nasty tasing mix. One of the guys slapped his ass a couple times and told the pig to keep going. After the Kid was empty they pulled the Pig off the id’s cock and told him to start cleaning the Kid’s ass. He was put back some but put his mouth up to the Kid’s ass. The smell was awful, he could smell the ass juices and piss. He was starting to lick the Kid’s ass then a voice from behind him said “ Remember, I said I had three of these large shards for you “? The Pig remembered from earlier and said “ Yes sir “. The Guy said “ Good answer Pig “. The guy stared to push it up the Pig’s ass. This time he would keep it just inside so it could cut him and at the same time start burning his hole turning it into a ring of fire. The Guy put a couple fingers in the Pig’s torchered ass and twisted them. He could feel the remnants of the shard and was intent on making sure they were impacted into the Pig’s rosebud. He knew the Pig would need all the help he could get from the drugs for what he was going to get tonight. He pushed his cock up the Pig’s ass. He wanted top make sure he was getting ready for Horse to abuse him. He slowly pumped in and out and occasionally he would just ram his cock up the Pig’s cunt. At this point the pig couldn’t even see straight. All he knew is that he wanted more of everything. The Pig finished with the Kids ass and a couple guys stood him up. With his ass on fire and a strange warmth inside himself the led him over to a bench where Horse was laying on with his mass cock sticking up like a light pole.

Part 14 Danny: The semester was flying past and I was looking forward to going home for the Thanksgiving holiday break. My parents were eager to see me since I'd only been home once so far. Ben wanted to see me too, but had been reluctant to tell me what he had planned. "Keep Wednesday night open and don't plan on going home that night" was all he would tell me. I asked Tony what his plans were and he told me he was going to his boyfriend's parent's house. "My parents don't want me around my brothers and sisters if I'm gay. That's not going to change, so I'm not going there ever again. At least my brothers still chat with me" Tony told me. I wondered if that would happen to me too. At least I didn't have any siblings, so that excuse wouldn't work. It made me decide to wait until after graduation to come out to them. I had to turn in a paper on Monday, which meant I couldn't go home on Friday like a lot of other people did. Tuesday afternoon I packed the car up and headed home. My parents weren't happy that I was going to be gone Wednesday night, but understood me wanting to see Ben again. The address he gave me was half way to the city. I found a parking spot, went to the building and got buzzed up to the apartment. Ben was waiting for me, leaning against the door frame with a huge grin on his face. He looked different, even with clothes on. His hair was longer, his ears were pierced with large round studs on his lobes and a bar across the top of his left ear. A horseshoe piercing hung from his nose. His goatee was now a full, trimmed beard. Another guy was waiting on the couch and Ben introduced him as "Jeffrey, my boyfriend." My heart sank, thinking that my plans of spending the night fucking Ben were now history. Jeffrey seemed nice enough, but his effeminate voice and gestures weren't what I was expecting. He was thin, his reddish-brown hair was pulled back in a knot and his long face had a little bit of makeup on it - eyeliner and maybe some lipstick. The weather was cold so I wasn't surprised that they were wearing jeans and long sleeve shirts. I hoped they didn't stay on long since I wanted to see "a little ink" that Ben had gotten. He had told me about it shortly after I left for school but he had never sent pictures of it. We had a few beers and talked a while, catching up even though we still texted daily. There were a lot of details that he had omitted from our texts that surprised me. "So... How are you dealing with Stu's gift?" Ben finally asked. It had been one thing that we never talked about after Ben's big blowup and my acknowledgment that he'd given me a couple STDs as well. Neither of us had talked about the HIV infection, though. I assumed that if I got it, he did too. "Which one?" I asked, trying not to assume which of the several gifts he had given me Ben meant. "The permanent one. I assume if you took as many loads as it sounded, there was no escape from getting pozzed from him too" he said, coldly. "No, I didn't escape that surprise. I didn't find out for a while, though. Unfortunately I gave it to some other guys without knowing" I replied. The evening was getting depressing and not nearly as fun as I hoped. "That sucks. Were they pissed? I know I was. I still am" Ben said. I could see the anger in his eyes. I sighed and said "Only a couple will talk to me, but they're doing OK." "Cool. I learned to embrace it rather than let it eat me up. I found out that there's a lot of guys that like the risk" Ben said. I looked over and Jeffrey's face was bright red and he was looking down. "It looks like one of them is next to you" I replied, feeling my cock twitch. "Yeah. He didn't take very long to convert. Thirteen days before the flu struck, I think. He begged for it every time too. How about you? You been sharing or did you go on meds?" Ben asked. "Not yet... One of the guys convinced me to stay off for a few months" I told him. Instantly, Jeffrey's eyes lit up and he licked his lips. Ben smiled too. It looked like both were interested in having sex, so maybe this night wasn't going to be a bust after all. -- Evan: Danny was heading back home for the holiday and seemed pretty excited. He'd told me about one of his friends that had gotten pozzed just like he did. He was eager to see him again. I didn't have anything nearly as fun to look forward to. I knew I'd be spending all of my spare time helping my dad with projects around the farm. I headed out Friday night to the bar just outside of town where the younger crowd hung out. By younger I mean under forty. Several of my friends from high school were there and since we were just a year or two over 21 we were the youngest people around. After a few games of pool, I was talking to this guy and he seemed to be flirting. The only guy that had ever flirted with me around my home town was a sissy guy that gave really good blowjobs. Of course, as soon as he graduated he couldn't get out of town fast enough to some place where he could be himself and not live in fear. Wes was careful with his words but there were enough innuendos to know he was interested. "I just moved back last August, since my parents aren't healthy. I forgot how much work it was and how lonely it can be being single again" he said. Another comment "My partner didn't even want to try and make it work... either long distance or by moving here" had the red flag with the word 'partner'. No one ever said that around here, it was either wife or girlfriend. Every guy wanted to make sure you knew he was straight, even if he didn't mind a fag sucking his dick in a bathroom stall sometimes. When we finished our beers, I said "I think this is my round." He grabbed my wrist as I went to reach for his glass. "I can't take anymore of this shitty beer. I got some decent whiskey back at my place if you're interested" he said quietly. I followed his pickup down some narrow roads until he pulled off and drove up to a two story garage at the end of a long gravel driveway. The big door opened and he pulled in, over to one side and motioned me to pull my truck next to his. With both trucks parked, he closed the door and I followed him up the stairs to the second story apartment. "My parents built this for the old farm manager. He left a few years ago so I moved in to have some privacy from my parents who live in the main house down the road" he explained. The apartment looked nice and looked a lot more urban than I expected. He took a bottle out of a booze cabinet and set it on the counter before fishing two glasses from a kitchen cabinet. "Rocks?" he asked and I nodded. He poured one with ice and one without. We said 'cheers' and I took a sip of the unbelievably smooth brown liquor. -- Danny: Jeffrey unfolded himself from his cross-legged position on the couch and asked "Another beer, hun?" and I told him "Yeah, thanks." I took one last swig from the beer I had and swallowed it down. I could feel Jeffrey coming up behind me so I reached out my hand to grab the new bottle of beer. Suddenly I had a cloth over my mouth and nose and everything went black. I woke up on Ben's bed, with my wrists in heavy cuffs, tied to the bed frame. I was naked, just like Ben and Jeffrey. I looked them over and realized Ben had gotten more than "a little ink." His left arm was covered and there were a few on his right arm too. The biohazard tattoo that was nestled in his pubic hair right over his cock looked surprisingly hot. "Interesting ink, Danny. That's the scorpion from Stu's basement, isn't it? Maybe you were more willing to get knocked up than you said" Ben said, putting a pair of clips on my nipples with a chain between them. He gave two tugs to make sure they were latched on good. "No... It's just a reminder of who changed my life... and several others" I replied. "I bet some guys find it hot and want you to sting them" Ben said as he crawled on the bed between my legs. He pushed my legs back and that's when I noticed the cuffs on my ankles. Jeffrey clipped a short bar to each one and then a rope from the bar to an eyelet screwed into the headboard. "Tonight, though, we'll be stinging you. One good thing I learned from him was that I like fucking as much as getting fucked. As you can see, I like tying up my bottoms. I learned my lesson and now I want to be in control" Ben said. "Oh fuck" I said and with no further prep Ben shoved in. I screamed out in pain and Jeffrey stuffed one of my socks in my mouth. Ben pulled out and added some lube before pushing back in. He chuckled and said "Guess there's no need to wreck your hole. You're already pozzed up. It's just habit now." Ben spit down over my taint and let the saliva His cock plunged in, going deeper and faster with each passing minute. My own dick was hard as a rock and dripping pre. This wasn't how I expected our evening to go. Ben had told me about Stu making him fuck a guy, but I thought it was just a one time thing. I guess Ben and I were a lot more alike than we knew. -- Evan: He set his glass down and I could tell he was hesitant to make the first move. My eyes wandered, taking in his sexy body. His dark brown beard was trimmed and his hair stylishly cut - close on the sides and longer on top. The untucked tee fit loose over his torso and the jeans were tight, covering a firm butt and a nice bulge. There was a thick coating of hair on his arms and I hoped the rest of his body matched. He was talking but my mind was occupied enjoying the sights. I realized he was waiting for an answer and I had no idea what he asked. "Uh... Sorry. My mind was elsewhere" I said. He chuckled and said "I could tell. I asked if you were seeing anyone." "Nah, I've never found anyone that can put up with me for very long. My eye tends to wander" I replied, wanting to rip the tee shirt over his head and see what was hiding underneath. "Like now?" he asked. I set my glass down and moved closer and cupped his bulge with my hand,squeezing gently. "Yeah... and my hands like to wander too" I replied. He grinned back at me seconds before his lips hit mine. One of his hands wrapped around my ass and the other on the back of my head, pressing our faces together. His tongue dug into my mouth and the kiss got more aggressive. It lasted a few minutes until he pulled my head back and stared at me a moment. "Fuck yeah. I did find the other queer guy in the county" he said. "I'm sure there are others but they're all buried in their closets" I replied. "I just need one. You up for some fun?" Wes asked. I didn't really say yes, but the big grin on my face said it for me. We ended up in the bedroom in a few seconds and unfortunately he started pulling his clothes off, leaving me to do the same. I didn't get to slowly reveal his body, but got to see it completely naked all at once. In the gay dictionary, under the definition of 'otter' is a naked picture of Wes. The dark brown fur covered most of his front, except for the shaved bit under his jawline. Both nipples were pierced and I quickly found out that a tongue flicking over them pumped his cock up to an impressive eight inches. He tasted amazing and I slowly sunk down to my knees. I looked over the veiny shaft before taking it into my mouth. He stood there, letting me work on his dick. My tongue went into overdrive, exploring every square inch of his manhood. Pulling the foreskin back the rest of the way revealed his cock head and some new tastes for my tongue to enjoy. I had no sense of time but I had been slobbering over his shaft for a while when he pulled my head off. "My turn" he said, pulling me up to my feet. We kissed a moment and he mimicked my slow descent to my knees. He stopped part way down, though, and pulled back. "Damn... you have a big secret, huh?" he said and I saw him staring at the tattoo on my chest. -- Danny: The jolts of pain faded from his hard thrusts. I had never imagined Ben to be a top, much less an aggressive one. With a little more lube in my hole, his cock slid in and out a lot easier. It was a little weird having Jeffrey watching me get fucked, but he stayed close and kept stroking his cock and seemed to like the sight. While I never thought about being tied up during sex, it definitely turned Ben on. Ben slammed in and stayed planted. He looked down at me, the grin gone from his face. "You didn't answer my other question. Have you been sharing? Following in Stu's footsteps?" Ben asked. I swallowed hard but I also gripped his dick hard. "Yeah, found some guys that were looking for it. I know all but one are poz now. But I won't do it like Stu. They have to want it" I said, slowly releasing the pressure on his cock. "Good boy. There's a never ending supply, it seems. Too bad lots of them flake" Ben said, slowly plowing his bare cock into me. "Then you find one like Jeffrey here, a talented bottom that was on the fence. I didn't even try to convince him, but once he got his first load he couldn't get enough. I think the first day's loads did it, but he was too much fun to stop" Ben continued. His thrusts got harder and I worked his cock over, trying to coax his charged seed into my guts. My wish was granted a few minutes later when he drilled me quickly for a minute and then began to shoot. I started to shoot too. The ropes covered my face and chest but Ben's were also filling me up. Ben had a huge grin on his face when the pulses stopped and Jeffrey did too. I'm sure mine was the biggest though. -- Evan: The moment Wes saw the tattoo I figured the evening was over. At least I got to suck him a bit, which was more than I expected while I was home. "Yeah. I assume you know what it means" I said. A smile came over his face. "The ink looks fresh. Are you undetectable yet?" he asked. I sighed and told him "No" and moved back. "It looks like our fun is going to be different than I was planning... unless you're a total bottom" he said, kneeling down and pulling my cock to his lips. I was surprised that he wanted to continue, but I moved back to my original spot. He sucked like a pro and seemed to like pressing his face into my bush. Wes's lips, tongue and throat brought me close and then backed off. He knew how to make a blowjob last. I just wasn't sure what he meant about our fun changing. It didn't take me long to find out. He pulled off my cock, letting the head pop from his lips. Wes gripped my hand and pulled me to the bed, climbing on and getting on all fours. His hairy ass looked so hot and his legs were spread so I could see the pink ring among the fur. "Uh... I don't have any condoms or lube. Do you?" I asked, having left all of my sex stuff back at school except for a glass dildo that I planned on using on my ass daily over the break. My mouth starting to drool thinking about how good his ass was going to taste. "Haven't used them in years and I'm not going to start again with your dick. Spit and shove... And I hope those balls are full" he said, which made my cock twitch. My hands spread his butt apart and my tongue dove in. As much as I liked sucking his dick, his ass was even better. When my tongue dug into the hole he clamped down on it a moment and then relaxed. I poked my tongue in a few times and then he gripped it tight. Both of us were moaning loudly and after a few more jabs with my tongue he growled out "Give me that dick!" A string of precum was hanging off my cock as I leaned back and lined up my rigid dick before resting the head on his ring. I waited a moment and was about to push in when he shoved back. He growled and I heard the pain in his voice. My hips pulled back only an inch and then I thrust in, driving a few inches further into his cunt. It was his turn and he pulled off an inch and then shoved back again. I was over half way in and I couldn't wait much longer. My hands gripped his hips and I began to fuck. Wes was tight, but knew how to work his ass around a dick. My thrusts settled into a good rhythm, with the occasional hard jab where my hips slammed into his ass. He moaned and grunted, encouraging me to fuck harder or deeper. If I didn't do it, he fucked himself back on my cock. My balls started to tingle and I didn't want to breed him, at least not yet. One hard thrust planted my dick in him and I said "On your back." He rolled over, never letting my cock come out of his ass and I put his legs on my shoulders. The grin on his face seemed to be frozen there. His eyes locked on mine and I began plowing again. A few minutes later he started to work his ass around my cock again. With the hard squeezes from his ass muscles I knew it would be only a few minutes before I would be flooding his ass with my charged load. My breathing got labored and I told him "I'm close... you want me to pull out?" It might not matter if I did, enough of my precum had coated his chute that he could easily get infected with just that. Wes clamped down on my shaft as I drove in and then relaxed as I pulled back and plunged back in. This time he gripped my shaft as I pulled back. "Breed my ass!" he grunted and that drove me over he edge. I thrust in and emptied my balls as deep as I could. My whole body shook as the orgasm consumed my body. When I came down from the post orgasmic high, I looked down at him and the grin was still on his face. -- Danny: My gut was full of Ben's seed and Jeffrey was climbing on the bed to take his place. He wasn't as big as Ben was, but my empty hole felt better with it rooted in me. Jeffrey looked nervous and I realized that he didn't top often or at all. The first few thrusts were awkward but he soon got more relaxed. I remembered the first few women I fucked and could instantly relate. I just never got to the point where my strokes felt natural. With women, at least. With guys it was totally different. "Yeah... that's better. Feel how good his pussy feels around your dick?" Ben asked Jeffrey. He plowed a little faster and then slowed down. I could sense he was getting close and wanted to fuck longer. I wanted him to fuck longer too. "Fuck that poz ass. Churn up Ben's load!" I told Jeffrey. He started to pound harder and finally opened his eyes again and looked at me. Slowly a smile covered his face but it lasted only another couple minutes before his strokes got ragged. Jeffrey gasped and then I felt his cock pulse around my outer ring. It felt like he went on for minutes, filling my ass with his newly charged cum. "Yeah, that's how you knock up a guy. Do that on Friday and you'll have your first one" Ben said. They untied me from the bar and then the bed. It took a few minutes for the circulation get back into my arms and legs. I took the opportunity to do what I'd wanted to do since Ben called up yelling about getting an STD. I pulled him into a hug and kissed him. When I let go of him, I looked behind me and Jeffrey was laying on the bed. As soon as he saw me look at him, he raised his legs up, showing off his freshly pozzed ass. "He wants your load before he goes. It's a seven hour drive and it should take that long for both our loads to soak in" Ben said. I crawled on the bed, taking my position. Ben was close and watched my every move. My cock had never softened after Ben bred me and I shot my load. I hoped I had something left to pump into Jeffrey's ass. My hands gripped Jeffrey's ankles and I aimed my cock to his hole. It took a few seconds of pressure before my cock broke past the ring into the cum filled chute. "Root him. He likes it rough" Ben said. Not wanting to disappoint either of them, I shoved in, paused and then began to pound him. Ben was right, Jeffrey was a talented bottom and once I got settled into fucking him he got verbal too. "Please, Danny. Breed me! I need to feel your poz cum inside me" he cried out. "Yeah? Want my bugged cum mixing with Ben's in your hungry cunt?" I asked. Jeffrey nodded vigorously and I saw Ben smile again. I only lasted five minutes or so before I couldn't hold off any longer. It wasn't the biggest load, but several spurts of cum added to Ben's load. When I pulled my cock out, Ben stuffed a plug into Jeffrey's ass. A minute later, Jeffrey was in the shower and Ben and I were on the couch talking again. Jeffrey came out all dressed with a backpack over his shoulder. "See you Sunday" he told Ben and was out the door. Ben stood up, reached his hand out and dragged me back to the bed. We didn't sleep much and I think both of our cocks were sore in the morning. -- Evan: Once my cock had softened, I reluctantly pulled it out of Wes's ass. "Your turn" I said, wondering if he wanted me on fours, my back or riding his very hard cock. When his fingers beckoned me closer I knew. I spit on my hand a couple times and quickly used it to rub over and in my sweaty hole before I straddled him. It wasn't enough and as I sunk down on his hard shaft, my hole burned as it tried to stretch around his cock. My ass came to a rest on his body and I waited a moment, letting my chute adjust to his girth. Slowly, I started to ride his cock. The first minute or two were with short strokes before I began to raise up further. His dick felt good in my ass, but this wasn't a position I liked. Wes sensed my muscles starting to give out and suddenly I found myself on my back, legs spread and his cock buried in my hole. The grin was still stuck on his face as he built up speed and drilled my ass. I reached up and ran my fingers through the damp fur on his chest while he kept fucking. When my finger ran over his nipple he thrust in harder. I laughed and then did it again. He growled and then yelled "Don't!" I can be a demanding bottom some times and I needed to feel his cum in my pussy. My fingers flicked over both nips and then I clamped my ass around his cock. Wes's cock throbbed, pumping his cum into my hungry cunt. "You know, that might be the last neg load I shoot in a guy" Wes said, hovering over me with sweat dripping off his face. "That what you want?" I asked. His grin started to look a little sinister and he nodded. "Let's make sure, then" I said, rolling him over and shoving my once again hard cock back in. It was a quick fuck, but left more of my seed inside him. Saturday afternoon we met behind the abandoned gas station on Highway 8. With our jeans dropped just enough, I bent him over the hood of his pickup and pounded him for five minutes until I filled him up one more time.

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

Part 46 - Sovereign Guard And Valet He looked incredibly sexy kneeling above him, his body partly shadowed by the dim light in the room. All he could do was look at Hannes and unable to believe this guy had been under his nose since arriving at the palace. Each time Tom tried to move his arms his legs moved as well causing him to giggle even more. Tom looked up at him "Fucking kiss me!" he demanded loudly. Hannes laughed "You are very demanding" he cooed softly leaning down and teasing him. "Please" Tom begged, "Kiss me deep I need it" he said lifting his head trying to get closer. Hannes ran his tongue over Tom's lips so light and exquisitely that he moaned arching his whole body, the yearning in his breath escaped softly hitting Hannes with a silky touch. Unable to resist him any further he leaned down pressing his lips to Tom's and proceeded to kiss him with a deep hot passion, Tom made a squealing sound of pure indulgence and enjoyment his cock jumped releasing more precum that trickled ever so slowly down the shaft of his cock. Hannes leaned back and looked down at him, his own body was burning in desire for this young lad. His brave country boy that showed no signs of being afraid of who he was. The chains clanked again and he moaned in a giggle, balled up in this position he could only watch as Hannes traced a finger down his chest and over his cock that was now sopping wet from precum. Hannes licked his finger then moaned softly as he tasted the young guys sex, his eyes closed mid moan and his taste buds sprang to life at the unusual flavour assaulting them. With the tip of his finger he rubbed at the head of Tom's cock coating it in precum, slowly he moved his finger towards Tom's mouth and delicately smeared his lips. His tongue appeared licking at his finger and lips, Hannes smiled watching him savour the taste of his own sex. Slowly moving his cock closer still on his knees in an upright position he watched Tom's reaction and heard the delectable moan as his cock teased open his hole that absorbed the full length of his cock again. Minutes sped by with soft gentle rocking of his cock watching every expression on his boys face, his fingers teased his own nipples and frequently Hannes licked his lips catching the odd remnant of the boys precum. Tom could only lay there completely at his mercy and savouring the delights of this incredible man that was working him in up a frenzied sexual state. Sex was sex and yet right now he had never felt to alive or responsive to the sovereign guards prowess. Slowly the changes appeared, the thrusts started to hit deeper, harder and quicker. His balls now bouncing and slapping noisily against Tom's arse in rapid succession. His neck arched back crying out and gasping, his body tingled all over in enjoyment. Hannes leaned down and kissed him in a furious sexual moment, the smile on his face, staring down in to his eyes. Suddenly his moans filled the air around them getting higher in pitch with every passing second as Hannes fucking him deeper with long exaggerated strokes. He leaned over again kissing him deeply and knowing he was going to bust his nut imminently, raising his head and staring ahead he began to ramp up the intensity even more. So powerless to react by any other means than through his mouth, his cries and pleads for Hannes to fuck him in to oblivion brought even more harder and intense thrusts. His balls aching as the sensation filled him, the flick of a switch and his cock jumped and the exhilarating pulses took over triggering the release of his cum deep inside, growling and pushing in deeper with Tom crying in delight as his body felt and experienced Hannes orgasm. His hips continued pressing up against his arse pushing his cum deeper inside until finally he felt the fading of his orgasm, his hips still moved quickly fucking Tom in his post orgasm state. Hannes leaned back and smiled looking in to his eyes whilst he still slowly moved his cock in and out massaging his arse. Tom moaned as Hannes now took his cock in his hand rubbing it whilst he continued fucking. Without any control he could do nothing to stop the inevitable happening and he cried out firing his cum up in a huge spurt that landed on his chest. Hannes pulled out and leant down taking his throbbing cock in his mouth to finish him off, the chains rattled as he went deep in to an excruciating orgasm that blew his mind in one swift moment. Hannes let his cock slip out of his mouth then leaned forward and kissed him passionately, at the same time he released the ankle restraint clips from the wrist restraints freeing him. His legs quickly wrapped around Hannes's body giving him a loving squeeze as they continued kissing for several minutes. Hannes chuckled at the very happy look on Tom's face whilst he removed the ankle and wrist restraints. He had never experienced anything so thrilling like this before or even felt so turned on. Hannes laid beside him on his stomach and half over Tom kissing him softly. Tom giggled "What?" Hannes asked looking amused by him. "Nothing" Tom replied softly, "It is... Well I never expected this". Hannes kissed him softly and smiled "You certainly seemed to enjoy it" he replied. "Hmm. Strange how your body reacts in different situations" Tom said stroking his face. "I assume that was the first time for you?" Hannes asked laying his head next to Tom's. Tom nodded "Apart from Marty and his riding crop. He is one hell of a controlling man" he said. "So I hear. I keep well clear of him" Hannes replied softly kissing him again. "So are you, but in a very different way. And man can you fuck!" Tom said giggling again. Hannes kissed him a little harder and Tom leaned up "My turn now" he said smirking. Hannes chuckled and placed his hands above his head allowing Tom to put the restraints on, he worked slowly enjoying the feel of the softness of the leather restraints in his hands as he secured them around Hannes's wrists. Then running one finger down each of his arms, smiling and watching Hannes as he struggled to move his arms away in fits of laughter, his cock growing through the torturing pleasure Tom inflicted on him. Hannes clamped his legs around Tom's waist in an effort to stop his tickling onslaught. He leant forward and ran his tongue softly over each nipple causing Hannes to moan loudly arching his neck back, moving between each one licking and sucking, enticing and seducing Hannes through his nipples. He never would have thought that Tom was so accomplished in the intricacy of seduction in this manner, working all over his body he left no part untouched. Taking his time kissing every part of the body watching Hannes's cock bouncing around that he ignored. Lifting both legs he ran his tongue down the left one and back up, then sucking on his toes and repeating the same on his right leg. Pushing his legs further over Tom went down. Hannes bucked on the bed gasping in pleasure feeling his tongue flicking at his hole purposefully. His arms pushed Hannes's legs further up moving his body in to position looking down at Hannes. He stared in to his eyes pushing his cock against the skin probing and moving until he found the point of least resistance knowing his cock had found his hole, softly he applied pressure down until the head pushed open and sank in to his arse. Hannes moaned and the chains rattled yet his eyes remained focused on Tom who stared down with a smile that disarmed him completely. Happily he relented taking a deep breath that Tom responded to pushing his cock fully inside. Tom exhaled a pleasured groan gently thrusting into Hannes, for once he had a sexual partner who switched and didn't completely want to dominate him in sex. He was a natural when it came to topping, ruthless and pretty rough when it seemed right but he wasn't about to let Hannes see too much of that side of him tonight. With just the right amount of thrust of momentum he fucked slowly, occasionally leaning further forward and kissing Hannes on the mouth, then his nipples and slipping in the odd light nip that had Hannes moaning wildly. Hannes stared up in amazement at the control Tom had edging then slowing right down, pulling almost all the way out and gliding his cock back in seamlessly. On and on they went for ages until he Tom allowed himself the pleasure of his orgasm to rise and release, the chains clanked as Hannes found himself deeply impaled as Tom rode his orgasm out. Holding still with his cock deep inside until he caught his breath, then finally he pulled out and leaned back on his knees grinning down at Hannes and the slight red marks he had left all over his chest and around his nipples. Hannes cock stood proud leaking precum, clearly aroused and desperately ready to shoot again. Hannes smiled up at him and nodded to his cock "You need to sort that out!" he demanded. Tom chuckled cupping Hannes's balls "I am in charge now" he softly replied. "Just remember what you do to me you get back twice as hard" Hannes said rubbing his leg against Tom. Tom leaned forward and Hannes gasped as he took his cock in his mouth "Yeah baby work it" he moaned out. Tom deep throated him until he gagged several times, Hannes wriggled clanking the chains even more in erotic pleasure. Tom kneeled over Hannes with his knees either side of his head and pushing his cock back in to Hannes mouth, he leaned forward and opened his mouth kissing the head of his Hannes's cock. Slowly he expertly used his tongue going over the head then teased it down the shaft and taking his balls in to his mouth sucking on each one in turn. Hannes wriggled his legs, his body twisting in pleasure until it stopped. He now moved down the bed and he raised his his head watching as Tom reached for the ankle restraints, securing each one he then reached for the chains clipping each one on until he had Hannes laid sprawled out on the bed. Tom kneeled to the side of Hannes then leaned down and kissed him so tenderly that Hannes now wondered what the young guy had installed for him now the chain of command had turned. Tom smirked mischievously and straddled across his chest 'Suck my cock!" he said leaning over and pushing it in to Hannes's mouth, he eagerly devoured him. Tom moaned softly as Hannes worked his cock back to full erection before he pulled away shuffling on his knees and leaning back. Using his arse he worked Hannes's cock until it was between his arse cheeks, he moved his hips rubbing Hannes's cock between his cheeks and watching the erotic reaction on his face. His fingers danced and played with both nipples as he slowly rose higher allowing the head to find his hole, gently he moved sitting back in to upright position impaling himself of the sovereign guard's cock. Simultaneously they moaned and his hips thrusted up jabbing deep in to Tom's arse. He leaned back stopping Hannes from thrusting up and wanting to do this at his pace. Small shuffling of his hips back and forth he felt the fullness of the cock deep inside his body as he gently fucked himself, Hannes laid there moaning softly in his own erotic world looking up at Tom and letting him do the work. As soon as Hannes made a sound like he was nearing orgasm Tom stopped and teasingly waited before starting again. The scene played out over and over for nearly an hour, edging Hannes numerous times who now complained desperate to be brought to orgasm. Tom was in control and he was loving every minute, each time he got Hannes to the edge and playfully teased him until he felt it was time. He began the usual cycle of massaging his cock with his arse then moved to more elongated movements, Hannes moaned and his mouth stayed open as their eyes connected again. Tom could see and feel every moment of pleasure in Hannes's body and he could tell he was getting close 'You want to take me' Tom asked in his soft teasing voice, Hannes raised his head and laughed flopping it back on the bed. This time he wasn't going to allow Tom to stop, using all his power his thrusted up rapidly and cried out releasing his load catching Tom off guard for a split second. Tom ground his arse back forcing the cock deeper in to his body then rotating his hips for good measure, it lasted for several minutes as they both revelled in their sexual frivolity, enjoying the feeling of each other until Tom fell forward kissing him hard. With Hannes released they laid beside each other with mutual sexual satisfaction, touching each other and kissing. He invited Tom to stay the rest of the night, setting his alarm so that Tom wouldn't be late for work. It took a while for them to both fall asleep, mostly Tom whose body and senses had been put through an incredible experience. Hannes moved Tom around on his side and cuddled up next to him wrapping his arms around the young body, blissfully they both slept without moving until the alarm went off. Alex rolled over and his arm slipped around Max nudging closer to him. For them both they were waking up in to a new world. The local and international papers around the world had published pictures of Prince Alexander and Max Westwood-Lymm, headlines calling them as the sexiest and most adorable couple in the royal world. This morning the palace PR team were watching social media and specifically Prince Alexander's account which had gone from 1.5 million followers to 9 million in a matter of hours and was still climbing. They were also fielding invitations and requests for the prince and his boyfriend like never before and they were being swamped unable to keep up. Tom had crept back to his room in the Regency suite with twenty minutes to get ready. Showered and dressed he fetched coffees for everyone, feeling and looking shattered yet he was still full of beans as he strolled in loudly waking Alex and Max up. "Good morning your royal highness, sir" Tom said bowing. "What happened to you last night?" Max asked leaning up in bed. Alex sat up looking at him "What or who ever it was it kept you up by the looks of it" he said smirking. Tom poked his tongue out "Artem is fetching the papers" he said tactfully changing the subject. Alex and Max looked at each and laughed as Artem walked in, bowed then handed them several newspapers announcing that they were out to the world now. Alex looked at Max trying to gauge his reaction, he laid there seemingly taking it all in his stride. He read through some of the articles pointing out the queen and the rave reviews of her dress that was stated as bold and daring yet elegantly designed by Joshua Franks. Alex chuckled reading aloud the article he had found 'Prince Alexander made his official birthday appearance in Victoria after his attending congressional government. No one expected the prince to have his love interest by his side that quickly caught many people off guard. The palace press office has confirmed that Max Westwood-Lymm has already moved in to the palace after they met in Mauritius last year. The prince, whose private life became high profile and under speculation around who he was dating, has been showered with support and love for his decision to be open about his sexuality. The prince and Max are already proving to be big news around the world'. Max chuckled and laid back down with the papers resting on his lap, in many ways he knew this was coming and had mentally prepared himself. Yet as he laid there he thought back to the appearance with Alex meeting the public for the first time, the feeling of excitement and anticipation venturing in to the unknown, yet all he got from the people was a showering of affection and best wishes that showed Alex was indeed a much loved prince in his country. "Well that is it then" Max said eventually said as he stared up at the ceiling. Alex rolled on to his side "No going back now" he said softly staring at Max. Max pushed the papers on the floor and faced Alex "Everything will change now I guess" he said. Alex ran a finger across his lips "I love you Max and that is all that counts" his words full of emotion. "And I love you Prince Alexander" Max replied wrapping his arms around Alex and kissing him. The next few days were emotional with Max's family and Gareth leaving. The only one who didn't leave was Sam, he had been begged and pleaded with by Prince Alden to stay on a few more days until the following weekend. His parents agreed with a little reluctance, but they could see how much Sam had changed coming out of his teenage shell and being more human. In the space of a few weeks he had found a friend in Franco and Prince Alden. Gareth had spent much of the morning letting Tom pack his bag whilst he watched him diligently, there had been nothing since that flirting episode. He was not fooled though and could feel the tension in the air that Tom was keen on him but almost too scared to act on it. As far as Tom was concerned Gareth was going and that was that, Tom was probably the only one who didn't know about Gareth's new job and he would be returning every weekend to start taking over the reigns of the palace grounds and begin moving in to Sovereign Row, March would be when he took up residence permanently. Alex and Max made a few discreet visits to Dunbar House that was to be used by Max's family, who in turn were grateful at Alex's generosity allowing them to use it as a second home. Asa painted the first official portrait of Alex and Max together and some rather sketchy drawings that were hung in bedroom for their eyes only so to speak. Asa was now spending more time in Nick's apartment, Alden had given Asa a room to use as a studio during his trips. He would paint or sketch when Nick was on duty protecting Alden on engagements or he would return to his loft in London. His paintings were getting noticed and started selling at a higher price since word got out that he had painted the official royal portrait of Prince Alexander. Whilst in Monrovia he was creating a portfolio of work with the dowager queen and Max for the royal academy, he was also invited to teach art to students as charitable work being part of the academy. Alex did some public engagements whilst Max worked and he was constantly being asked about his love interest and why he hadn't brought him along. Alex would laugh telling them that Max had a job to do yet he could see that more and more people were wanting and hoping to see them both together. Alex and Max had a dinner invite at the hotel in the plaza with the Royal Institute of Technology and Science board. The hotel was hastily preparing for the royal visitors and news was getting around that the Prince and Max would be attending. Max still got nervous leading up to these event especially when Tom pinned the purple ribbon and gold brooch of the royal crest on his chest pocket as a reminder of who he was and where his life was heading. There were moments when he had to pinch himself to believe it was real, living in a palace, his boyfriend a prince and his parents king and queen. His afternoon has been spent with the dowager queen for one of his etiquette lessons, this one was in dining as he was eating out for the first time and all eyes would be on the prince and himself. By the time Tom finished dressing Max he stepped back a nodded his approval causing Max to laugh, there was always a little flirting that went on between them and Alex would stand and watch grinning whilst Artem dressed him. Liam and Franco walked ahead of them until they reached the front entrance to the palace where the footmen took over leading them to the royal car. Max noticed the sovereign guard to his left was the same one from the snowball fight and gave him a smile as he walked past. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly trying to retain his seriousness but he gave up giving a cheeky wink to Max. Liam and Franco both acknowledged Hannes and watched as the footmen opened the doors to the royal car. Outside the hotel the crowd was the largest they had seen for many years, when you took in to account that seeing the royal family was quite common place in Monrovia, the expectation of Prince Alexander and Max being seen out together was exciting the locals and tourists alike. Even TV crews had appeared getting wind of the evenings attendance. The ride was short and the royal car approached the doors dead on 7pm, Liam and Franco exited the car and stood by the doors as Prince Alexander exited to screams and cheers, he waved acknowledging the crowd then turned to wait for Max who was now exiting the car to his own set of cheers and cries of his name. His natural reaction would have been to cover his eyes from the flashes surrounding him, instead he held his hand out to a smiling Alex who eagerly took it. Their action caused more cheers and more rapid flashes, they stood for a moment then turned to face the other side of the entrance to give the crowds what they had come to see then slowly they walked inside the hotel towards the Plaza room where the evenings reception was taking place. It was a walk that felt embarrassing as people bowed and curtsied mostly due to him being with the prince, a far cry from the last time he was in the hotel where he was just a nobody blending in with all the other guests. After their return to the palace Alex had gone to shower and Artem was tidying up the dressing room and helping Max undress. "You looking forward to LA Artem?" Max asked, "It is a great city and we should do some sightseeing". Artem nodded "I guess" he replied like he didn't care one way or another. Max stopped him undressing "What is it?" he asked. "Well... You know about Felipe I assume?" Artem asked looking at him and Max nodded. Artem then shrugged "I don't care for him much, I find him creepy always wanting to meet Alex". "You jealous?" Max asked chuckling but the look Artem threw told him he was not, "We can do our own thing". "Between us, if I had the choice I would just send Tom but he is not experienced enough" Artem replied. It was a conversation that Max had never expected to turn like that and he assured Artem that what they talked about goes no further. But if he had any doubts about him he must tell Liam. Several days later Asa had returned to London to get his paintings ready to show the dowager queen. David had insisted Asa use gallery 3 in the Whiteguards gallery. Max and the dowager queen timed their visit to coincide with Sam's schedule return home so they could travel together and make sure his brother was deposited back to the family home safely. Franco happily sat with Sam on the flight who seemed to be getting quite use to travelling like a royal. Max sat with the dowager queen and her two protection officers Sylvia and Bruno, her lady in attendance Erin, her butler George and finally Tom who was looking after Max and on his first royal visit outside of Monrovia. At best Max thought they would be staying in a posh hotel in London or the embassy, he was quickly reminded who he was travelling with when Franco told him they were guests of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth and would be staying at Buckingham Palace. Max was on edge for the whole flight despite the dowager queen reassuring him to follow the same protocol he did with Alex's parents. How he wished he had Alex by his side right now he thought as the sovereign royal flight arrived at the VIP terminal at Heathrow. He was out of his depth, or so he thought, the dowager queen was proper royalty where he was only on the doorstep so to speak. It was all a blur as they were whisked through the private terminal and on their way to the palace, so many times he had walked past the front gates and today he was actually going through them, under the palace and in to the private courtyard entrance. Taken to his room overlooking the gardens Tom was bustling around with a footman from the palace unpacking and Tom getting Max ready to meet the queen and lunch. Max watched as the queen and dowager queen chatted like old school friends to the point of gossiping and laughing. He was made to feel very welcome during lunch then all three of them wandered through the palace on a tour of the classic master pieces adorning the walls of the palace. Max really was surprised at her vast knowledge of the art in her collection and they soon found a common interest. At least this was a low key visit meaning no state banquet that evening, so Max, Franco and Tom met up with Sam and they went out for dinner whilst the dowager queen spent the evening with the British royal family. They made it through the dinner and Max was only recognised just as they were about to leave and politely he stood having his picture taken before Franco stepped in moving him on towards their car. Franco was still learning about Max and they were beginning to have their own language of looks indicating when he was bored or when Franco felt unsure. The following day was the showing at the art gallery where David was overjoyed to see Max and talked about his new role whilst the dowager queen and Asa went around looking at his work. Max was keen to keep his relationship with David alive knowing they could continue working together in his new role. That evening he was to attend a gala cocktail party being held in the National Portrait Gallery by British Heritage with the Monrovian Ambassador, a full red carpet royal event where Max was to accompany the dowager queen as the VIP guests. Unknown to him it was specifically planned by the dowager and ambassador to put Max through his paces at an official royal event of this nature, the real strings though were being pulled from the Balenciaga Palace. Whilst it was in theory a low key event it had been played up by the palace, the purpose was not to see him fail but to watch and guide where needed. Perfectly dressed in his Joshua Franks suit with his purple ribbon attached he sat next to the dowager queen who wore a green satin dress, white satin elbow length gloves and a tiara with emeralds and diamonds. It was only now that Max realised it was the first time he had seen the dowager properly royaled up in this way and she looked stunning in her own right. In his head he was going over the routine for their arrival where we was to exist first, then George would help her out of the car and she would take Max's arm as they walked up the red carpet to the entrance. The car with their police riders in front and behind turned on to Trafalgar Square that was still busy with tourists, crowds had gathered outside the gallery brought there by the waiting press and red carpet. Guests had been arriving in their droves for the last hour, the rich and famous that supported the arts were all in attendance this evening including David and Asa who was properly attired. "Wow there is a lot of people here" Max said looking slightly stunned by all the photographers. The dowager smiled "Indeed, but not as many as the people you met with Alex in the plaza" she said. Max turned to her "True" he said sitting back waiting for Franco to open the door. Max stepped out of the car and took a few steps forward to allow George to help the dowager queen, already he was being photographed and his name being called out to look this way and that. He was focused on what he was to do and waited until the dowager stepped by his side, his arm raised and she slipped her arm inside resting her hand on his as they walked along the red carpet. Deliberately at a slow pace she walked turning to smile at the photographers and crowd 'Photo call Max' she quietly said coming to a stop and turning Max and herself this way then that so that they could get proper photos of them both. Max glanced behind him and saw Franco, George and Sylvia which gave him some comfort knowing his protection officer was there. Inside the ambassador stepped forward and bowed 'Your majesty' he said kissing her gloved hand, then he turned to Max and bowed 'Sir' he said shaking Max's hand. They where then introduced to a line of selected VIP's, each one bowed to Max as he met them. With all the introductions finally over with Franco appeared with a glass of champagne for Max who looked like he needed something to clam his nerves 'Nice job Max' he quietly said as Asa came bounding over with David, both appearing to be quite in their element mixing with all the famous and wealthy. David plugging his gallery and Asa the artist to anyone who showed interest, the dowager was also doing the rounds talking Asa up and dropping in the Whiteguards gallery where they could see some of his work. She was also allowing Max to take a lead chatting to art experts, and as suspected Max could and was charming the pants off them, he really did know his stuff and listened intently whilst mentally noting down the people of influence in the room. The night was a success and the ambassador was on the phone updating the palace as soon as the dowager and Max left. Despite this being a short three day trip and having Tom and Franco by his side he missed Alex big time, Tom was quietly distracted often dropping the question if Max was going to see Gareth at any time. He was no fool and could sense that Tom was disappointed packing that morning to head back to Monrovia. Max stood at the window looking out over the gardens "Do you like him?" he asked. Tom stopped and looked over at him "Who?" he replied looking slight confused. "Gareth" Max said turning to face him, "You ask about him a lot" he added walking across to Tom. Tom shrugged and continued packing "Don't really know him that well" he replied. Max chuckled and sat on the bed "That is not what I asked Tom" he said softly. Tom grinned folding up a shirt "I suppose. I mean he is sexy and very sassy with his confidence". "You know he will be moving to the palace in a few months" Max added. Tom stopped and looked at him "Why?" he asked, "Is he working for you?". "No. The king offered him the head groundsman job at the palace" Max informed him. "I see" Tom said and instantly Max noticed a change in him, "Can you put a word in for me?" he asked. Max chuckled shaking his head "No. If you like him then you need to tell him". Tom closed the suitcase "Don't get your hopes up for anything romantic with him" Max now said. Tom laughed "He hasn't been with me yet. I can change that" he said confidently. "I am sure you can, you are his type" Max replied standing up, "Right now though I want Alex". Tom picked the suit case up "Sure you don't want me to sort you out?" he cheekily asked. Max looked at him cocking his head to one side "Me having sex with my valet!" he replied. Tom shrugged "Alex did with Jackson. And I know he would with Artem but he is straight" he said. Max smiled and walked over then kissed him on the cheek "If Alex says so then maybe" he replied. "Text him and ask" Tom said picking up the suit carrier, "I bet you he will say yes". There was a knock at the door and Franco walked in "Cars ready sir" he said bowing his head. Max nodded "Do you have to keep doing that" he complained half joking. Tom laughed and looked at Franco "He is missing Alex and desperate for sex" he said taking the cases out. Franco watched Max walking to the door "If you need cock you only have to ask" Franco said quietly. Max stopped slightly gobsmacked "Are you gay then?" he asked, "Only you are very quiet on that front". Franco smirked "No" he replied shrugging, "Blow job is a blow job whoever does it" he said chuckling. Max scratched his head as Franco bowed indicating for him to go ahead. He remembered back to the day he met Franco being wrestled to the ground at the Christmas party and seeing his body. Giggling away to himself quietly he was slightly confused and unsure if Franco actually meant it or was joking, right now though he wasn't going to entertain the idea even though he felt some sexual attraction to Franco. They met up with the dowager queen and said their farewells to the queen and her family before getting in their car and the flight back to Monrovia. Arriving back at the palace Tom was last up the steps to the palace noticing Hannes was on duty, quite deliberately he walked to the side closest to him. As he slowly walked closer he nodded to the sovereign guard to his right then turned to Hannes on his left and nodded with a smile 'Tonight, 8pm' Hannes softly muttered trying not to move his mouth, Tom nodded his head again and walked inside smiling as the doors closed behind him. That night in bed Max told Alex about the strange conversation he had with Tom and Franco, Alex didn't even bat an eyelid or seemed surprised. He was only interested in finding out if Max would with Tom or wanted to, after all Max knew that Tom wanted Alex. Max made it clear that it the situation did present itself they felt comfortable then it could happen. Importantly Alex reminded Max that knowing his protection officer inside and out was key to them both. Max turned his head to Alex "This palace is like a sex club!" he exclaimed then laughed. Alex rolled over and kissed him "Talking of which..." he hinted. Max wrestled Alex on to his stomach and slipped on top pushing his cock inside his prince.

Chapter 2 Uncle King gently rocked his hips back and forth, asking Kip for more lube. Kip squeezed some lube on Uncle King's giant cock and on my hairless hole. Then, he picked up the pipe, took a big hit, and shotgunned me, kissing me ferociously. "Tweak his nipples!" Michael called out to Kip from behind the camera. When I jumped from Kip's touch, more of Uncle King's cock pushed into my hole. I grunted and moaned, while writhing away from Kip's thumbs and fingers. "Oh, that is just all kinds of excellent!" Kip laughed, a little sadistically. "We'll have to see if there's anything in that duffel bag for nipples. If not, my mom has clothespins I can borrow." The thought of this turned me on. I had played with my nipples while jerking off before, and always loved how it felt. These guys sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to using a guy like me. Kip took another hit, and shotgunned me once again, while still stroking my cock. I was beginning to rock back on Uncle King's cock a little, meeting him on his subtle thrusts. I guess he didn't wanna go for broke and spook me. Almost as if he'd read my mind, King said, "Nice and slow, Little Buddy. I got you. Nice and slow. Keep rocking back on that big daddy dick. You gonna call me 'Daddy' when I plow your hot little hole, Little Buddy? You gonna tell me 'Yes, Sir!' and 'No, Sir!' when I ask you questions while I'm fucking you?" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, already getting into the spirit of it. He grinned. "Nice. We're gonna have a lot of fun. First question: "You gonna get mad if we invite other guys over to use you this week?" Wow. The thought that such a big secret as this would - could - go beyond the four of us hadn't occurred to me. Of course, I'd arrived that evening expecting nothing more than a routine workout and sleepover. "No, Sir!" I stammered, not too confidently. Then I added, "Like who?" "That's our little secret," King replied, winking at me as he rocked his cock back and forth, with a few inches now buried in my hole. "But there are quite a few guys around town who have it bad for you, Little Buddy. You're gonna have a fun time, though, I promise! You just gotta keep this all a secret, OK?" "Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Attaboy, Little Buddy!" King beamed down at me. His voice sounded proud. Slowly, Uncle King pulled his cock out, followed by the beads, one by one - which drove me insane as they put pressure on my prostate and then popped out my hairless hole. Then, he quickly stuffed his cock back in the gape before it closed up again. With the beads now gone, he now had a couple of inches more in there. "Sooooooooo fuckin' tight! Goddamn this is some Grade A boypussy right here, guys." Kip reached over and spanked me hard on my right asscheek. I jumped, and as I did so, Uncle King's cock slid in another couple of inches. This was happening, and I fucking loved it. I moaned out: "Oh, fuck me, Uncle King! Fuck me! Put it in me!" "Call me 'Daddy' Little Buddy," King reminded me. "And call Michael 'big brother,' OK? I've always wanted a boy of mine to take care of me, but Michael was never into it. You're like the faggot younger son I never had, and the cocksucking little brother Michael never had." That was off-the-chain hot. I wondered what King might have done to try to entice Michael to play with him. Had Michael done *anything* with his dad before, I wondered? With the smoke, my thoughts were nasty and scattered. I imagined that maybe King had secretly given Michael meth, too, like he had done with me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I replied, focusing, grunting, and thrusting back on him as he got a little more aggressive with his strokes. Michael was taking pictures like crazy. He had Kip grab the Polaroid to take more of those, too. Michael came up to my head and offered me his cock, as he urged his dad on and continued taking pictures with the Pentax. I was lying back on the bench, King holding my ankles in the air while Michael squatted down to feed me his big "big brother" cock. "Come on, Dad! You're more than halfway in now. He can take it. He's all blissed out and high as fuck. Just a little further, and you're gonna bottom out and take that sweet cherry finally! Go balls deep, Dad! Show this little faggot of ours how much he's gonna love getting fucked this week at both ends!" Uncle King grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me back onto his cock, rough. He wasn't quite as aggressive as Kip had been so far, but pretty close. I realized I liked it rough. He locked eyes with me as he began to push more steadily at my hole, rocking back and forth in larger arcs now. He was fucking a few inches inside me, for sure, and hitting my prostate with each stroke. "OK, faggot," King said to me, "Second question: name some other friends of Michael's that you have a crush on besides Kip here." Michael took his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I thought for a second and answered, grinning and flashing my deep dimples, "Definitely Javon and Juan Pablo!" Michael laughed: "Oh, they'll be here later. That was a gimme and a no-brainer, the way you always gawked at them in the locker room while waiting for me to give you a ride home after practice. You like the dark meat, Little Buddy? HAWT! Well, they can't wait to sink their black and brown cocks into your pink, pale, hairless boyhole." Whenever I used to wait for Michael in the locker room after his practices, Javon would let his big black cock swing back and forth, hitting each leg as he walked. Whenever Michael wasn't around, he'd waggle it at me and wink at me, and say stuff like, "You ever see such a big cock, Little Buddy?" or, "Pretty little white boys like you shouldn't stare, ya know." I'd blush every time, but he'd flash his pearly whites and tell me he was just kidding, and that he was used to the white boys on the football and baseball teams checking him out. "Even the coaches do, so don't worry about it." Still, I'd always blush whenever he did it. But I always looked. Then, there was Juan Pablo. His parents had moved to West Virginia from Colombia, and his dad was a general family practitioner in town. Juan Pablo was openly into me, even around Michael. Michael often had to fuss at him to back off and leave me alone, but I noticed it always seemed to make Michael hard whenever Juan Pablo would "cross the line" with me. For instance, one time last summer, Juan Pablo had been one of the first ones off the field after practice, and had come over to talk to me as I sat on the bench waiting for Michael. Michael's locker was in a back corner. Juan Pablo angled himself so that anyone else coming into that row of lockers couldn't see, as he untied his football pants, fished out his cup, and waggled his massive uncut cock out right in front of my face, about an inch from my lips. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he'd asked me, point-blank, shaking it and tugging on his foreskin as his cock grew larger. Blushing, I shrugged. "Well, it likes you," he leered, taking my non-committal shrug as a yes. "Too bad Michael is so uptight, or we could have a little fun, you and me. Guys back home play around all the time." Just then, Michael rounded the end of the row, and stalked over to Juan Pablo, a pissed-off, set-jawed look on his face. "Put it away!" he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else had seen. I guess he had a sixth sense about what was going down. Or maybe Juan Pablo had miscalculated the angle. "Chill, amigo!" Juan Pablo said, nonchalantly and slowly tucking himself back into his football pants. "The kid wants it, though. You know it and I know it." "There's a time and a place for everything," Michael answered cryptically. Now, as I lay there with his dad's cock burrowing into my tight, hairless hole, I realized what he'd meant at the time. The time was now - after my 18th birthday - and the place was right here in this dingy, run-down garage. It all made sense now, and was HOT AS FUCK! King interrupted my train of thought: "Next question: how old do most people still think you are, Little Buddy?" I blushed. This was a sore spot for me. Most people thought I was still around 14 or 15. I answered truthfully: "Usually they guess 14 or 15." "That's fuckin' hot, Little Buddy!" Kip whooped. "You really can pretend that you're Michael's little brother, eager to please him, and his friends, and y'all's pervy fuckin' daddy!" King grunted, thrusting more of his cock in, insistently now. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck, Kip, say more shit like that and you'll have me cumming in no time!" "It's hot as fuck, King!" Kip replied. "Give him all of that daddy dick, so his big brother can fuck him next!" Michael moved around to get a close-up of his dad's massive cock about halfway in my hole now. He told Kip to put some more lube on the back end of his dad's cock, and Kip quickly obliged. When Kip finished, he came up by my head and squatted way down for me to swallow his cock. Aggressively, he gagged me. "Breathe through your nose, Little Buddy," he instructed. "You can do this. You can throat my cock all the way if you try." I got a good bit of his cock down my throat, squeezing tight once his cockhead entered my gullet, before I gagged again. Michael was taking pictures of the action. "Holy shit, that's hot, Kip! Keep it up! He almost had it all. And you can see your cock stretching out his throat when you face-fuck him. That is so off the hook!" Kip kept at it for a few more minute, gagging me intermittently. I *almost* got it all at one point, then almost puked. Kip pulled out, as I gasped for air. "That was hot as fuck, Little Buddy! I'll give you a rest. Here, smoke some more." He handed me the pipe, leaning in to shotgun with me - kissing me aggressively and grabbing my hair hard to hold me in position - after every rip I took from the bubbler. Suddenly and without warning, King reached up and tweaked both my nipples, hard, as he rammed his cock into my hole. This time, I jumped so hard that my ring gave way and he bottomed out. I could feel his big nuts mashed up against my asscrack. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he hissed. I grunted and moaned really loud. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Show my big brother and his buddy what a faggot I am for your big daddy dick! Let Michael get more pictures of his little brother being y'all's boywhore and boyhole." Somehow, I just ***knew*** that I could push some of *their* buttons now, now that I knew some of *their* kinks and turn-ons. King grunted, grinned, leaned down, and told me to hold my mouth open. When I did, he spat in it. It tasted minty from his dipping earlier. "Look at you, Little Buddy, embracing the whole daddy / son / big brother roleplay thing! You're even hotter than I imagined you would be. I've known for years that you were checking other guys out - I mean, it was obvious to anyone with eyes except your dumb-as-shit parents - but we had to wait. Sorry about that, Little Buddy. But I know some guys who got into some deep shit with the law for breaking that particular Thou Shalt Not." "I understand, Dad." I replied, smiling up at him. "Good boy!" he grinned down at me. As he said this, he began to slowly pull out just a little, then easing back in, starting a slowly-building rhythm. With each pullout, he pulled a little more out, until he was longdicking me from tip to base with each thrust. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my tight little boyhole, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" I hissed up at King, hunger in my eyes. Micheal piped up: "You're a nasty little faggot, aren't you, Little Buddy - or should I say, Little Brother? I always knew you would be. It killed me not to do anything about it. I knew you wanted it, and I wanted to help you act on your desires, but rules are rules, man." I moaned. My main crush had always been on Michael. Now, with him pretending to be my big brother? I was over the moon, delirious with horned-up, crazy, addle-minded fantasies. The smoke helped, of course. I was high as fuck, with all kinds of nasty thoughts running through my mind. Mainly, I wondered who else might be coming - or cumming - that week. And I wondered whether King had ever fucked Michael like this. It turned me on to think that King got Michael to suck and take his dick at least once. I don't know why, but the thought of him secretly slipping Michael meth like they'd done to me was a huge turn-on. "Are Javon and Juan Pablo really coming?" I asked, looking at Michael. "Yup. They'll be here later. We'll have to put the bubbler away though. They don't know I do this shit. They're due here in a coupla hours. That should give all three of us a chance to unload in your hot, hairless hole. Your hole makes you look so young, dude! It's fucking hot as hell, and it looks awesome stretched around Dad's dick, man! Just wait until you see these pix later!" King continued long-dicking me. "How's that feel, son? You like my great big daddy dick pounding your hot little boyhole?" I remembered the correct response: "Yessir, Daddy! If I'd known this felt so good, I would've been playing with my own hole all this time." Michael grinned and said: "We hid my bi mags from you, so that you had no idea how good it might feel to have a cock or something else in your ass. We wanted you as tight as possible for taking your cherry together tonight." That was hot. Still, I couldn't help but think of all the cucumbers I could've used. I'd heard boys on the bus joke about using a cucumber in the ass. Now, I wondered if they were really joking or not. King really picked up the pace now, pounding my hole and slapping his big beefy legs into my ass with each thrust. "Get ready, son! Here it cums!" he suddenly said, taking Michael, Kip, and me all three by surprise, I think. He grunted, grunted, grunted, and then - with one final total-buried-thrust - unloaded in my hairless hole. When he finished cumming, he just rested there for a minute, catching his breath. I was on fire with hunger. Pulling out, he turned to Michael and said, "Your turn." Michael waved him off. "I'll go last after all. I wanna get the pictures out of the way first before I fuck him. You go, Kip." Kip didn't need to be told twice. Shoving his dick in in one thrust, he grinned down and me and said, "Your daddy loosened you up real nice. Ready for another pounding, faggot?" King came up to my mouth and told me, "Clean my cock, son! Show Daddy what a nasty faggot he has for a son!" As Kip slammed into me, I cleaned that daddy dick, swallowing the first half, and licking off the second half to the base. I was in pig heaven. [Kip's rough fuck will be next + Javon and Juan Pablo arrive early + more guests are revealed or hinted at ... hope you enjoyed.]

For me, this is the entire point: spreading my Seed to as many men as I possibly can. The thrill never diminishes, the chance to "connect" with a fellow barebacker, just doesn't fade. If I weren't as - oh - self-controlled? - I would almost surely be in the fuckjoints a lot more than I allow. That said, I can attest that there's something about one's loved one. The scent (these are called pheromones, right?), the magnetism of a loved-one's body is irresistible. That was true in my case, for 30 years. Even just driving home from some appointment (or, for that matter, a quickie at some t-room), my Cock would get half-hard knowing he'd be there.

I still haven't figured Tm out. He fancies Gareth but Hannes is such a great match for him and his taste for rougher sex. I guess March will come soon enough for the their reunion. The conversation between Max and Artem was an interesting one. Let's hope that Artem does have a chat with Liam. Felipe will be very keen to get Alex on his own... let's hope that Liam doesn't let that happen.

This is the entire point, there reason darkrooms even exist: Every other sensory input is either absent, or vague at best. No interfering, extraneous sounds; only the grunts, groans of primal Breeding. That connection between raw, rutting men is, simultaneously, both the lowest and highest common denominator of men sharing their deepest, most demanding needs. It's sharing, over and over and over again, ourselves, our Lusts, with each other - giving what the other guy needs, taking what we need from him - nothing more, nothing less. There's just nothing else like it.

@losolent The title of this chapter promised much, and you delivered on that, but so much more too. So many fascinating angles in the relationships among all your many characters, and so many terrific settings for Max to grow into his new role as royal consort -- he's just killing it, and that's great to see! I'm in total awe of the amount of time and effort you've invested into this ongoing saga, not just the mere act of writing such a lengthy epic, but even more the complex network of personalities and connections among all these people. Bravo, sir!

Is there a middle ground here? I prefer FB's, but also love the exhilaration I get from a new guy (assuming it goes well). There are some more intense sexual scenarios that I'm into, details better reserved for the fetish sections, and I just don't have a comfort level with a stranger on a first-time meet to even propose any of that stuff. A regular FB is someone where we could eventually build up to both mine (and his) more darker and stranger fetishes.

I rent and didn't want to install a hose for my visiting bottoms. I bought what is now called the Perfect Fit Shower Douche from Mr. S (It was the ErgoFlo when I bought it and it had had another name before that.) The pouch fits over the shower head. It does the job without taking your wrenches to the hotel. [think before following links] https://www.mr-s-leather.com/perfect-fit-xplay-pro-shower-douche

Part 12 Danny: Evan and I continued fucking. Some days I would do him, some days he would do me. "You're gonna be topping next week. I'm saving my loads for the guy who's paying me to knock his ass up" Evan said staring back at me with his cock still buried in my ass. "Crap, I kinda like goin to sleep with your load in me" I replied, smiling back at him. "Plenty of other poz guys around. Not all are toxic, but they'd love that hot ass. Hell, even neg loads will feel the same" Evan said. The next day I spent some time creating a couple new profiles. One gave all the info "Poz, unmedicated, versatile, bb only" and the other left my status at "ask" and only listed my preference as "versatile-top." It was interesting to see the responses. The poz profile got more interesting replies while the ask profile got five times the number, but most were just "fuck me" type messages. I spotted fratboibtm's profile and remembered that told me at the football game that he wanted to hookup again. It had never happened since I had deleted my old profile and he had no way to contact me. He now listed himself as a poz bottom, taking all loads and bare only. I sent him a message from my poz profile, told him what my old profile name was and that I'd freaked out and deleted the old one when I found out I was poz. I wasn't sure he would contact me and maybe his comment at the football game was just him being polite. "Hey, glad u found me. Thx 4 gift. Didn't expect it to happen that fast or from u" he sent back. We chatted a bit and I realized he was serious about wanting the bug, but I still apologized. "In frat house now. old roomie was afraid i wud infect him, lol" he replied at one point. I was trying to figure out when Tony would be out of the room and I could invite fratboibtm over when a new message from him popped up. "U like audience?" he asked. "U want to fuck in theater at dirty book store?" I replied. It was the only place I knew of other than the cruisy park where others could watch people have sex and I was still skittish about having sex in public. "Nah, at house. Some of the bros want to jack off while they watch me get fucked" he said. "str8 guys?" I asked and he sent back "They think so lol." -- Evan: We kept swapping back and forth. Some days I was on top and others he was. Danny was the first guy that I wanted to fuck more than once. Well fuck and get fucked by. I was slowly becoming a 50/50 versatile guy. I liked fucking him but I also liked breeding neg guys. I warned him, though, that I was going to be spending all of my top energy on the generous chaser I had lined up. That is, if he showed. I was finding that chasers flaked even more than most guys. Almost every day I would try and get Danny to put his profile back up. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck him anymore, I wanted him to fuck other guys too. I didn't care if they were poz or neg, he needed to get back to fucking a few different guys per week. I liked knowing my partner was as slutty as I was. One day I finally spotted his new profile. It was pretty minimal, but it said enough that I'm sure he got plenty of responses. One of the more interesting things I found was that a lot of the guys that were listed as poz on the various apps and sites were undetectable even though they didn't advertise it. I'd been avoiding them in my quest to stay neg when they were much less risky than the one I thought was super safe, Danny. A few turned out to be really great fucks too. One bear really loved piss play and every time I left his place my ass was dripping cum and my stomach was full of his pee. I loved the verbal ones the most, though. My dick always got harder when they told me they were dumping their poz load in me, even when it was lacking any viral load. The chaser was eager for the first meet and while he was pretty quiet when I fucked him, he did everything possible to get me to breed him. He got two loads along with a torn up cunt and I got five hundred bucks. The next day, he was sore but still willingly took my dick, two more loads and a promise to do it the next day. Seven days in a row we met, but the last few I only gave him one load since my balls were running low. We both needed a day break and I went back two days later giving him another rough, two load breeding. The second week we just met three times but it was obvious that he was hurting each time and he never had enough time to heal. On Wednesday of the following week the chaser messaged me and said he wasn't feeling good. It was sixteen days after our first fuck. A week after that on Friday he told me to stop by and pick up my cash. I was hoping to take his newly toxic cum, but he wasn't interested in topping. -- Danny: I knocked on the front door to the frat house after my 2pm class a few days later, like we'd arranged. The door opened and I said "Hi, I'm here to see Gary" to the dark blond guy standing there. "Oh cool. We're waiting for you... You don't look or sound like a fag. We were worried some girly dude was going to show up and that would be a real boner killer. Follow me" the guy said. "Gay guys come in all sorts of types" I thought to my self as I followed him down a hall to a staircase and down into the basement. Four guys were sitting on a pair of couches and Gary was pushing a table off to the side. The guy that answered the door stood in front of a well worn leather chair but didn't sit down. They were all dressed in loose shorts or sweats, two with no shirt, one wearing a tank and the other pair in sleeveless tees. Gary wore a tank with three greek letters on the front and some nylon jogging shorts. Gary had suggested a quick pump and dump, telling me that he wanted to meet another time for a longer fuck with just the two of us. A short BJ followed by a quick fuck sounded good since I wasn't sure about fucking a guy in front of a bunch of straight guys I didn't know. I set down my backpack and unzipped one pocket with some lube and poppers I'd brought. Next, my shirt came off and I kicked off my shoes. "Let's do this. Drop your shorts" I said and watched Gary take his off, revealing a yellow jockstrap. One of the other guys pushed his shorts down to his ankles too and I laughed a bit, thinking "wonder what else he'd do if I told him to." The room reeked of testosterone and cum. I could envision a dozen guys in the room, sitting around watching straight porn and jacking off day after day. Gary dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my cargo shorts, pulling them down along with my red trunks. Seconds later, I felt his mouth around my partially hard cock. It stiffened quickly which was a relief. I had worried I wouldn't be able to get or stay hard in front of these other guys. A couple had their cocks out and in their hands and the rest were just rubbing over their tented shorts or sweats. I heard a few moans and some comments like "Damn" or "Fuck, yeah!" It was good to see these "straight" guys not get freaked out while watching two guys start to fuck. Gary seemed to be better at sucking than I remembered and when he buried his face into my pubic hair I heard a couple guys gasp. "Wish my girlfriend sucked me like that" one guy said. I smiled and after Gary went all the way down a few more times, I put my hand on the back of his head. Slowly I face fucked him and got a few more gasps from the audience. When I plowed harder, a few more guys were moaning. Looking around, all but one guy had a bare cock in their hand, stroking. It would have been nice to watch them stroke each other, but everyone was going solo. I decided that Gary had sucked long enough and my dick was coated in spit. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Gary off, tilting his head back. The smile on his face was big and I hoped it would get bigger in a few minutes. "Turn around and get on all fours" I said firmly. "Damn, he's really makin him his bitch" one guy muttered. I knelt down behind him and slapped one butt cheek before spreading his ass apart. I spit on the exposed hole a couple times and worked some of it in with my finger. I spit again and leaned in, giving a couple laps with my tongue over his winking hole. "Eeeeew, that's disgusting" a guy said. I leaned back and saw everyone was still stroking. "You eat your girlfriend's pussy?" I asked, not sure who had made the comment. The guy that had met me at the door said "Yeah" and I knew it was the same voice. "This is the same thing. He knows to clean it before sex and it tastes a million times better than every girl's pussy I've eaten" I replied. I spit a few more times on his hole, pushing it in with a pair of fingers. I moved closer and rubbed the tip over Gary's hole. The moment I started to push in another guy asked "No condom?" "He's not going to get pregnant, is he?" I asked, snickering while my cock drove in deeper. Gary was moaning and working his ass muscles around my cock. "Yeah... but you can catch other shit" was the retort. I didn't realize I was going to have to narrate the fuck for these guys and just wanted to start thrusting into his warm hole. The only good part about the comments was that it meant they were actually watching us. "I trust him. He's not a slut at the book store taking everyone's dick. Now let me do what I came here for" I replied. It took a lot of restraint to not tell them that I'd already knocked him up, but I didn't know if Gary had told him of the bug lurking inside him. The talking may have stopped, but not the sounds. It wasn't just Gary moaning either. Some of the guys were definitely enjoying the show while one guy kept closing his eyes only to open them up and watch me fuck a minute later. I added some grunts as I built up my pace, drilling his ass with my bare cock. A glance around found all of the guys with their cock's in their hands, stroking at various speeds and grips. My hands moved from Gary's waist to his shoulders, letting me begin to pound his ass. The sound of my hips slapping into Gary's butt added to the chorus of sounds filling the room. I began to grunt louder and every set of eyes were glued on us. Gary started to shove back as I thrust in and he began to grip my cock tighter with his ass muscles. My strokes got faster and I breathlessly told Gary "Gonna breed your ass." "Fuck!" got yelled out a couple seconds later and I caught one guy shoot his load all over his trimmed chest hair and stomach. It was a nice cock that I'd like to feel thrusting into my own ass. A few more thrusts and my cock started to pulse, pumping my viral seed into Gary's poz ass. It was like dominoes, with the guys shooting their loads one after another. I even felt Gary shoot his cum into his jock pouch. When all the activity had died down, I asked "Anyone want to give it a try? He's all lubed up." There was a several second pause before a tall redhead stood up, looking a little nervous and stepping out of his shorts. He walked over towards me and I slowly pulled out of Gary's slick hole. The guy knelt down and I watched his hand shake as he guided his thin cock to Gary's dripping hole. He slid in easily since I was much thicker than him. After only five or six strokes he cried out and I watched his body quiver as he dumped his cum into Gary's ass. "Oh fuck! I can't believe I did that" the guy said, pulling out, grabbing his shorts and scurrying up the stairs. Gary and I were the only ones chuckling. The other guys were looking at each other, unsure what to do next. I did catch one other guy staring at my still hard cock. I walked over to the guy that shot first, scooped up some of the cum off his chest with my finger and winked at him before licking my finger clean. I got a message from Gary when I was back home. "Thanks a lot hotter than I thought it wud be love how u took charge lookin forward to next time." -- Evan: Four chasers had consumed all of my free time and the only other sex was some quick hookups with Danny where he drilled me harder than normal before dumping a big load in my ass. I'd encouraged him to be more aggressive when he fucked me, since that's what I prefer. I had another guy that wanted to experience his first viral fuck but we could never set up a time. Laying on my bed with Danny next to me and his cum safely sealed inside my ass I wanted to suggest that he stop shaving his chest. I knew it could be a sensitive topic and many guys didn't take grooming suggestions well. "How long have you been shaving your chest?" I asked. "Since high school" he replied. "Ya know, you might have more hair there than you know. Your body changes. It might be worth a try to let it grow a few weeks and see what happens" I told him. He tried it and I got nothing but a stream of bitching from him as his chest itched more than it ever had. I laughed but saw some fur coming out across his chest along with that infamous patch in the center between his nipples that he thought was "stupid." By the second week it was looking better and the bitching slowed. I brought up the tattoo again, having finally decided what I wanted and where. Danny said that the guy that had pozzed him had given him a gift certificate for some mods and he had some money left on it. We went to the shop to talk and see if I liked the tattoo artist. Danny said the guy he had talked to before wasn't there, so we talked to this other artist once he finished his current client. Simon was pretty cute. He looked to be about thirty and was a weird mixture of punk, hipster and accountant. I got to see his work, though, both in live form via his other client and his portfolio book and it was impressive. He could probably do what I wanted in his sleep. When I showed the pics to him he got a big smile on his face, but wanted to know if I knew what it meant. Once I told him I was a poz cub, he chuckled and revealed his own biohazard tattoo. The thing that really surprised me was that Danny wanted to get a tattoo as well. He showed Simon a pic on his phone and zoomed in on one of the guys that had a tribal scorpion tattoo exactly like he wanted. I guessed that he was finally accepting his new life. Simon had sketched out each of our tattoos and we set up a time the following week. He said he would make up a couple versions of them and we could decide which we wanted when we came in for the appointment. We got back to my room and both of us were horny. We did something that we never had done before and flip fucked. Both of us ended up with a load of cum in our guts and our balls were empty. -- Danny: I was laying there in Evan's room on my back. I had just finished dumping another load into his ass and then pulled the plug from under his pillow and pushed it into him. "Do you prefer knowing you're pozzing a guy up or was it hotter when you thought you were neg and not even thinking about it?" Evan asked. "I don't like to think about it. At least the two guys that I unintentionally infected and still talk to me are OK with it. I don't hookup as much as I used to, though. How about you?" I asked. Evan grinned and replied "I only top guys that are chasing or don't care. The rest fuck me. The guy that paid me gave me the rest of the money now that he converted. I'm gonna use some of it to pay for the tattoo I wanted. Now I need to find a shop to do it." "I know a place. The guy that pozzed me gave me a gift certificate for there. There's still some money left on the certificate since all I got were my ears pierced. They do both tattoos and piercing" I replied. Evan chuckled. "Cool. He gave you a couple gifts, then. Want to go over there some time this week with me?" Evan asked. We walked into the shop on Thursday afternoon. The girl that had pierced me was at the counter and I explained that Evan wanted to talk to someone about a tattoo. A guy was working on a customer's full back tattoo and told us to give him ten minutes and he'd talk to us. We waited and after Simon, the tattoo guy, finished with the customer, he came over. Simon looked a little nerdy above the neck with his glasses and spotty scruff, but his arms, hands and legs were covered in ink, at least everything I could see outside of his tee and baggy shorts. "I got a couple pics of what I want" Evan said, pulling out his phone. A smile came over Simon's face as he looked at the two pictures, flipping back and forth and sketching something out on a pad of paper. "Do you know what the symbol means?" Simon asked Evan. Evan nodded and said "Yeah. I'm a poz cub so I think it fits me pretty well." "Sweet. Welcome to the club. I had a chemistry major want one and then came back a few months later looking to get it covered up when guys kept hitting on him" Simon said, rolling his hand and revealing his own biohazard tat on his left wrist. "Now, where do you want it and how big?" Simon asked, snickering. It took a second before I grasped the double meaning of his question. After a little discussion, Evan had his shirt off and they spent some time playing around with where on Evan's pectoral to put it. Simon pulled out his schedule book and they set up a time. "While we're here... I have some money left over on a gift certificate and I'd like to get a scorpion done too. And yeah, I know what it means" I said with a laugh. I showed him a pic on my phone that I had from Stu's football weekend and zoomed in to Tomas' scorpion tattoo. "Just like this, except I want it on my hip, below my waist, so it's normally covered by jeans or shorts" I told Simon. He looked the pic over and muttered "Stung you good, huh?" before grabbing a screen shot and forwarding it to himself. "A friend of his did, but yeah" I replied quietly. A week and a half later, Evan and I were inked. He even paid for the difference between what was left on my gift certificate and the cost of the tattoo, plus a nice tip for Simon. My dick immediately got hard the moment I saw my tattoo, which was a lot the next two weeks as I followed Simon's care instructions religiously. I liked his last, hand written, instruction the best and was eagerly waiting for two weeks to lapse so we could "Recharge your tattoo artist." My pubic hair slowly grew back after being shaved for the tattoo. Evan had convinced me to stop shaving my chest and I was amazed that I had a decent covering over my chest now. It wasn't as thick as Evan's or Ben's, but looked a lot better than I thought it would. I would probably be buying fewer shavers and cream too.

Why do random guys excite us more than our predicable and reliable regulars? Is it the randomness and mystery of it? What is it? I get far more aroused when a total stranger fucks me anon then a trusted FB…. although SIZE does matter, randomness and strangers seem to get my hole wetter… Here are some theories but I’m sure there are more. 1) Is it because of the pure animal lust of the first encounter of the unknown mystery? The top being extra hard and horny to bust his load and you were at the right time and place? 2) Is it penetration or Cumming that excites us? The anticipation of the loads we get. For cumdumps it’s about quantity not quality … or is it? 3) Or is if the prostrate stimulation we get from different types of sizes, lengths and widths? Like using different Dildos but in this case using different dicks to rub and slide against our guts. 4) Variety is the spice of life and each top fucks different and this can be stimulating. An FB is predictable and may not be exciting although fun. What do you think?

My name is Thomas. I live in Davie, Florida. I am 5’ 8”, 145 pounds with pale white skin, green eyes and brown hair. The only hair on my body is on my head as I shaved everywhere else. A When I turned 18, and I told myself that I was going to use my birthday to lose my virginity, as I was still a virgin. I knew for some time that I was gay. I watched gay porn all the time and was particularly turned on by poz porn. I promised myself that for my first time that I wanted to be fucked by poz cock. As luck would have it , parents decided to get me a car for my 18th birthday. So that night, after everyone went to sleep I posted an add on Craigslist stating that it was my 18th birthday and that I wanted to get pozzed as my gift to myself. Within 20 minutes of posting my add I had 10 replies. I responded to each and asked if they were on or off meds. All, but 3 of them were on meds. So I decided to tell the other 7 they were out of the running and focused on the 3. The stats for the 3 were the first guy was black, 62, 6’ 4”, 250 pounds, bald with and 10” cock, the second guy was Hispanic, 33, 5’ 5”, 145 pounds, with curly hair and a 6” cock and the last guy was white, 5’ 9” 45 pounds, with a 6” cock. I decided that if I was going to lose my virginity and get pozzed I was going to go big so I told that black guy that he was the lucky winner. His name was Donte, and lived in Miramar Florida about a 20 minute drive from me. Donte asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I said I was and then he gave me his address. I quietly snuck out of my house and headed to lose my virginity. About 25 minutes after I left my house, I pulled up donte’s house which was in a not so good neighborhood. I was super nervous but I knew that I wanted this and turned off my car and walked up to the door and knocked. Donte quickly answered the door with only a towel on. He let my in and guided me to the bedroom which was dark with only light being fat porn on mute on the tv and the only sound being techno music being played from an IHome speaker. I quickly undressed and laid on the bed. Donte dropped his towel showing off his big black cock which was 6” soft. Donte then laid on top of me and we started to make out. After a while Donte asked me if I was sure about this as once he stuck his cock in me he wasn’t pulling out that that his sperm was super potent and that I would get poz pregnant. I would him this is want I want and that I wanted him to impregnate me. With that Donte rolled over on the bed and told me to suck his cock. I tried my best to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, but it was just to big. That’s when Donte got off the bed and pulled my head over the edge of the bed, stood over me and started to face fucked me until I kept gagging on his cock. I could feel his cock get further and further down my throat as my gag reflexes seemed to give up. After what felt like 30 minutes of constant face fucking I finally was able to get all of dontes cock down my throat. My face was covered in pre cum and saliva, as his balls slapoed against my face. donte said that his cock was now ready to convert me. And he had me center myself on the bed, as he got on the bed. He then pulled my legs over his shoulders and lined up his cock to my boy pussy. I could feel the precum and saliva on my face begin to harden. Making it hard to open my eyes. Donte then came in for a long deep kiss and told me this was it. I won’t be leaving until I was impregnated. That’s when he rammed his cock in me. I tried to yell in pain, but he covered my mouth with his. Tears rolled down my face. It hurt so much. It felt like a baseball bat was in me. I was whimpering when he took his mouth off of mine, and he said I was no longer a virgin and that he was only half way. That’s when he took his whole cock out of me leaving me feeling empty. donte then rammed his cock in me again. I felt full inside and I could feel his cock in my stomach. I could see a bulge in my tummy from his cock. I could feel my ass muscles giving in as it tried to tighten and push dontes cock out, to no avail. Each penetration of dontes cock in me the tightening and pushing out of my boy pussy got weaker and weaker. Donte rammed his cock in me 5 or 6 times until I felt his balls against me. Donte then left his cock in me, until my ass finally stopped pulsating around his cock. That’s when he said I was finally open and went to town and long stroking his cock in and out of me. The sound of his balks clapping against my ass, and his and my grunting filled the room. After about 15 minutes of being dicked down the pain went away and pleasure took over. I started moaning loud and told Donte to fuck me harder and to breed me. Donte told me he was close to cumming and looked down at me starring me in the eyes. With our eyes locked Donte let out a loud yell, that’s when I felt his cock go deeper in me then before and his cock start to pulsate in me. I felt my insides get warm. After about 12 pulsates from dontes cock, Donte fell on top of me and said your now pregnant with my baby. We both fell asleep. A few hours later we woke up. Donte said are you ready for round two, as he had morning wood. I felt super sore but was also horny and said yes. That when Donte trapped lube from the top of his bedside dresser and rubber it on his cock and on my boy pussy. He told me that he wanted me to ride his cock. So I did my best to get up and lined my hole up to his cock. I then slowly lowered myself down. That’s when Donte grabbed my hip and pulled them down and raised his hips. Impaling me on his cock. I let out a loud moan. And went limp. Donte let his hips fall to the bed as he held my hips as to keep me impaled. After a minute or two of me just sitting there I started to move my hips, as the pain went away and the pleasure took over. that’s when my phone rang. It was my dad. Donte told me to answer the phone. I did as I was told. My dad asked me where I was and I told him in the best way I could trying to hold back moans that I had left to go to the gym. My dad told me to have a good work out and hung up. Donte laughed and said how would my dad feel knowing his white son was impaled on a old big poz black cock and was going to be pregnant with a poz black baby. My mind was gone at this point and I said I didn’t care and for Donte to cum in me and to give me his poz baby. after what felt like an hour of fucking Donte said are you ready for baby number 2, and grabbed my hips as he let out a load moan. I felt his cock pulsate in me as I could feel his cum fill my insides again. I then fell back in the bed, exhausted, covered in sweat and dontes cock leave my now ruined whole. After laying on the bed for a bit I rolled off the bed and got dressed. Donte told me to let him know when I got morning sickness and a positive pregnancy test. I told him I would as I left his house with my body being sore and my ass filled with cum. When I got to my house I took a shower and went on with my day. Donte and I fucked multiple times over the next month and then I got sick. I got the worst flu in my life. I told Donte this over the phone. He laughed and said it’s poz morning sickness, and to go and get a poz pregnancy test. I did as I was told and took a test. As luck would have it, it came back positive. I was indeed pregnant with a poz black baby. I was 18 and pregnant with a 62 year olds baby.

I met Jack, we shook hands and he gives me a light hug and welcomes. We chatted for several minutes and I quickly became at ease. Jack was very good at getting me to loosen up and relax, Eventually he began to explain how things worked. "Just like the massage you might get at day spa, you take off your clothes, lay face down on the table, and you can put a towel over you if you wish to hide your modesty. It's completely optional here. I'm usually undressed as well unless that makes you uncomfortable, and I'll start with a nice soothing massage of your legs and feet. I'll then move up to your back. After we are done with your back side, you will roll over and we will do your front. It's very similar, but hopefully a little more erotic and sensual.” By the way, it's completely OK if you get aroused. I know most men fear this the most and end up being tense the whole time. For an erotic massage, it's natural that you may get aroused. Just don't worry about it at all. You are supposed to feel that way. I am now starting to get excited but still apprehensive. I take my clothes off and lay face down naked. I look up and see he has stripped down to his underwear. He starts with a pretty deep massage on my back and neck using just a little bit of sweet smelling oil. He finds some knots quickly and I start to moan, as it is great and I really start to relax. He then moves to my head and he leans in a bit and blows in my ear, which sends a shiver down my body. He then moves on to my legs and feet, which relaxes me and gets my dick to relax from its semi-hard state. Eventually he starts to work up my thighs to my inner thighs "Is it all right if I remove your towel," Jack said. I thought for second, and then said, "Sure." Jack must have already seen my cock and balls with my legs spread, so what difference did it make?" I thought and as his hand starts to gently brush my balls, as if by accident, which starts the engorgement of my penis all over again. He then starts working my buttocks and occasionally starts lightly stroking my ass hole which gets me fully hard. He takes his time on my ass, and I notice he is starting to lean into me on the table and his penis is clearly semi hard as well, He stops for a moment and I hear the sound of him lowering and tossing his underwear to the side. When he begins to work again I discover he is now working almost exclusively on my ass hole. Suddenly he leans over the table more and I feel this amazing feeling in my ass opening and realise he is rolling his tongue around my ass hole like he was eating an ice cream cone on a hot day. I didn't think it was possible but I getting even harder and more sexually excited and I start to moan and groan all at once. I lose my grip in my concentration, my whole world, seems to be centred on the amazing sensations pulsing from his tongue in my ass throughout the rest of my body! After what seemed like an eternity, but was really probably only a few minutes, he pulls his mouth away and I feel a cool gel being applied to and also a little bit inside my hole. I then feel him start to push a finger in, slowly at first, and then a little faster and deeper. As I am a complete novice at this being a straight guy, I start to panic a bit, but then my pure lust takes over and I again start to moan like a cheap whore trying to excite a client. "I find myself begging him and he complies, but slowly and methodically. Oh my god, please do more. I really love that! Please do more" I practically yell at him, and he just giggles to himself and says, "don't worry lover, we will get there". OMG, I sound like a chick, and well I guess it's kind of like that. He slows his actions down a bit and returns to rubbing my arse cheeks, lower back and upper thighs, and I relax a bit, but remain really confused and still so excited. My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a warm gel going on and into my hole again. I was so excited that I had no hesitation although having someone's tongue and finger up there was as far as I had ever now gone. Then I felt something being inserted and I gasped as I realized he was putting..... "Just relax your muscles, Dan.... ungh," Jack advised as he adjusted his position on top of me. "Let my cock stretch your ass. It'll get used to my dick in a minute or two." "And...ohgawd... and then you'll pull it out?" I asked hopefully and in a hesitant state. "Well... mmm... then we'll really get to business." Replied Jack "What does that mean?" I reply "That means we're going to have some real fun!" "Are you... going to fuck me?" "Just relax." "I... I told you I'm not..." "Dan, take it easy and enjoy my Cock. I told you I'm not gay either. This is just healthy sexual fun okay?" "Okay I... ungh... I guess." I tried to remain calm under the circumstances. "UMPH!" Jack slammed his pelvis into my ass hard. His dick rammed all the way into my warm wet hole with a loud thud. "UNGH!" I felt the cock invade my insides again. The full length had just been pulled out and now it was back with a vengeance. "Jack, I think you might be too... UNGH!" Again the cock plundered my ass. "Oh SHUHweeeeeeet Gggod!" Jack exclaimed as he pulled his hips back, readying for another plunge into my straight ass. "Jack... huff... please just... UNGH!" Again the dick ploughed into me. Jack was actually long-dicking me. "UMPH!" "Please, Jack!" "UMPH!" "Oh, Jack!" "UMPH!" "I... huff... UNGH!"My eyes bulged almost out of their sockets with each powerful thrust. I found my body instinctively humping my pelvis back into Jack. Was I actually fucking back? There's no way my mind screamed inside! "Oh... yeah, Dan, that's it. Fuck back at me baby!" Jack was astonished at the speed he was turning me out. All he could think was this guy must be a real horny to turn out so quickly. "Oh Fuck!" I thought out loud. It wasn't my imagination, I was actually humping back. But it was okay. All I had to do was relax like Jack said. I tried to remain calm and tell myself everything was cool. I then felt him picking up the pace, Jacks balls smacking into my ass with loud WHACKS! Thrust after thrust. He continued to grunt and hump, "OOF!" huffed Jack. "UNGH!" I grunted. "OOF!" "UNGH!" "OOF... this is fun isn't it, Dan." said Jack "UNGH... yeah... I..." "OOF!" "UNGH... I didn't think I'd like..." "OOF!" "UNGH... sex with a man, but this feels strangely nice!" I had no idea what I was exposing myself to, By allowing Jack to have his way with me, I was opening doors to a sexual bliss only known by gay and bisexual men. For a horny, straight male, this may certainly become an addiction. I may not be able to control the urge or the want to be filled by cock. But I would be in denial for a long time to come, as I undoubtedly would try to suppress my desires. At that moment though, I was letting myself go. "OOF!" "UNGH... Jack, I'm not..." "OOF!" "UNGH... I'm not GAYooooooh!" my mouth formed a perfect "O" shape as Jack's dick hit my sweet spot in my ass. It was my prostate finally reacting to the ass pounding. My eyes crossed and my eye lids fluttered as the intense pleasure rippled through my body. Jack paused for a moment, leaving his thick dick on the special spot inside me. He reached behind me to support my back. He lifted me off the massage table and laid himself onto his own back, this time with me positioned on top. In doing so he exposed what I feared most. All the while, Jack kept his massive cock lodged in my ass. This guy could fuck! I felt like a meat skewer as Jack spun me around on his cock. When I was finally in place, I came into eye contact with with my own 7" cock which was raging hard. It stood proudly in the air, all stiff and precum oozing out of the tip. I had never felt my cock this hard. It was so hard it was almost painful. Then I felt Jack begin to buck his hips. Up and down, slowly at first but soon picking up his pace. I almost lost balance but reached down to steady myself by placing my hands on Jack’s chest. I found myself gyrating my hips, grinding my ass onto Jack's dick. I was stroking the length of his cock with my ass. Up and down. Up and down. We picked up our rhythm, again causing the massage table to rock and creak. My mind was still racing and the sensible part was screaming out... “He is turning you out!” That means turning me... turning me gay? That's what was happening here. Jack was going to fuck me gay. But was that possible? It sure looked like it. But if I turned gay, what about my girlfriend or even future girl relationships.... The part of my mind screaming slowly was being lost turned into gibberish in the sexual haze. As I fucked up and down on the thick meaty cock. I fucked so hard that my own cock slapped violently against Jack’s belly. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Precum spattered all over Jack from my leaking cock. Jack was in sexual heaven. He was lying on his back, turning me out as I was riding his massive cock. How could Jack ask for anything more? I slammed my ass down hard with loud whumps. WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! I rocked up and down, pleasuring Jack's dick with my ass. WHUMP! And then I could feel it. WHUMP! my own cock was about to explode. But how? WHUMP! I hadn't even touched it. It was then that I realized the moment Jack's tongue had entered my ass, I had lost control of my body. WHUMP! Faster and faster. My dick continued flopping around wildly, slapping his belly. SLAP! WHUMP! SLAP! WHUMP! SLAP! WHUMP! As I rode, I felt my balls filling. And then it happened. My cock began spewing cum all over the place as it flopped around. It spattered onto Jack, the floor, and a direct hit sprayed onto my chest..... I screamed out loud as my cock lost all control spewing my seed. "Oh, Dan," Jack called out uncontrollably. "I'm going to blow my seed!" "Oh, Jack!" as I looked back over my shoulder as I saw he was ramming hard into my ass one last time. WHAM! He gave this last thrust every last of his energy he had. His massive dick reaching its hilt as it spewed into my ass and knocking me forward. My body rolled forward and with that Jack’s cock sprung out of my ass with a loud popping sound as cum continued jetting out. The heavy smell of man sex filled the room. Jack’s 8 inch cock was still hard and spasmed as cum continued to dribble out of the tip, as he gazed upon my body and my leaking hole. What a hot fucking mess, as Jack gazed at my ass spread out before him. Jack climbed off of the massage table and put on his shorts, his cock tenting the crotch as he tried to tuck it in. I watched as Jack was walking away to the kitchen to get some water, as I tried pulling myself up and begun pulling up my shorts. Cum dripped down my thigh as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. My ass now felt so empty... and I felt horny. But I had just been fucked by a man and I just needed to just get away. I was straight right? The sexual haze begun to lift and I just wanted to hide under a rock. I quickly got the rest of my clothes on and headed out the door.... Jack called out that it was only sex and “I shall be seeing you very soon again” I would never, ever, be the same again.....

It’s that time of year again - spring and summer lighter mornings and longer nights - perfect time to park up on the motorway bend over the boot of the car and take it deep inside and then drive off. M25/Heathrow/Cobham area

A great addition to the story. Love hearing Danny's parents are more open-minded people. Danny should have come-out to his parents, perfect opportunity! Everyone is coming up Poz, makes me wanna join the club too!

I definitely prefer random strangers, I love the exhilaration of finding or being "new meat". I definitely don't mind hooking up with regular fuckbuds, but it definitely lacks some of the thrill. I have always loved to hookup with guys when traveling to new locations.

There's one more than came to mind after last night - and it's not particularly any guy's "fault". When a guy's butt cheeks are so fat, his Hole is several inches behind the cheeks, it's not as much fun. I like to get my entire Cock in the Hole - to the Cockroot. That's how I can deliver the best fuck possible. Merely rutting between the cheeks, and barely getting my Cock into the Hole isn't anywhere near getting all the way in. I happen not to be swinging a PornCock, but it's not that small either. Rutting between the cheeks just doesn't cut it for me.

**This is a fictional story, based on a fictional story. It's told from the point of view of a 25-ish year old, a little better than average twink, 5'6'. So my friends having been giving me shit lately. Ugh. Whatever. First off they were trying to "warn me" about this guy I started talking to at the bar. He's super hot, bald mid 30's tattoos all over his body and face, slim and lean muscle body. They were so concerned that one of them pulled me aside and told me who he was. Lol. Like I know who he is. He's a sleazy top who loves to fuck bare - oh yeah and he's poz. Lol. So what? Like I fucking care. Look, it's none of their business what I do. I tried to get them off my back and told them "don't worry, we're just gonna hang out." Of course we weren't gonna hang out. We went back to his place once we got in his place, he pulled down his 8 inch cock and and turned me around. He grabbed some lube and rubbed it all over his dick, I pulled down my short shorts and exposed my bare ass in a jock. He grabbed me and stuck his fat 8 in cut cock inside of me while I leaned up against the door. He fucked me so hard, I moaned so loud. I reached back and held his head closer to mine while he fucked hard and hard with his fat raw cock. Then he started to cum. He pulled me closer to him and held my body while he shot deep inside of me. It felt so hot. I could feel his poz load inside of me. I got down on my knees and suck him off and cleaned his dick. I could tell he was ready for me to go, so I got up, pulled my pants up and walked out. But anyways my friends have gotten worse. Seriously, like what the fuck. We're all having lunch one day and they start giving me shit about my profile on one of those hook up apps. Well the thing is, my profile is pretty excplicit. It's my boy next door face and a headline that says "POZ friendly bottom" with a small bio that said "easy submissive cumdump for raw cock." They were like judging me but fuck them. You see, I like poz cocks. They're harder than neg dicks. I know, I've been fucked by many. Poz guys are always hotter and sleazier and they love to use slutty whore like myself. I love to please them, I love to have my hole loaded for their hard cocks. But my one friend is like "but you're on PrEp right?" LMAO. Fuck no. That's cool if you are dude, but keep your dick away from me. They think I'm nuts, but that's fine. My hole was leaking as we were having lunch because I had just gotten fucked. And my phone buzzed again. I had to cut my lunch short and head over to another dude's place. His wife is out and he wanted to drop a quick load inside me. As I walked away from my friend, I made a slight change on my profile. I changed my "neg" status to "don't care."

Love dark rooms. Just having someone ram a cock into you and never knowing who's load you just took.

With Hannes and Tom I felt like a dirty old pervert spying on them 😂. But of course that soon passed. Felipe may need to be watching over his shoulder. But another great chapter of course. Thank you.

For me it's not even about the who or the how...if that makes any sense. I do love the anon format very much, but for me it's mostly about helping a man relieve his horny need to rut out that nutt and drop it deep in my horny cock pit. What I find difficult is just matching the supply to the demand...and that is why anon, dark room, glory hole scenarios certainly help.

It's been a pretty dry period for me, given the state of the world, but hopefully this spring is bringing some changes. I took my bike out for a ride yesterday and made my usually stop at the park bathroom with the gloryhole. It's been pretty dead for a while, usually one guy desperately occupying the prime stall for hours, providing no opportunity for any real action. Today was thankfully different. I walked in and there clearly a BJ happening between the 2 stalls and another guy lingering. I put my bike to the side and took my cock out to stroke at urinal to see what might happen. The lingerer left, but the guy getting blown turned his head to watch me over the stall. I showed him my hard cock and he unlocked his stall door, still with his dick through the GH getting a loud, slurpy BJ, his beautiful ass flexing. I couldn't resist and walked in behind him and dropped to my knees to slide my tongue between his firm cheeks. He reached back to spread open for me to get a good taste of his hole. He loved the extra attention. A fourth guy came in and quickly added his cock, running it against my face while I made out with this delicious hole. At one point the guy getting blown pulled out of the hole and let me lick his balls and the heading of his cock before rerunning it to the guy on the other side of the GH. He was close and I was content to eat him. I got the pleasure of feeling his ass clentch around my tongue as he shot into the other guys mouth. The fourth guy came on my face as all this was happening. I didn't get to cum, but the smell and taste of that ass was enough to hold me. I figured I'd ride more and swing back by on my way home to see if I could follow that up. I was not disappointed! I'll write about that one shortly. Suffice to say, my ass got some attention later in the afternoon.

Any Bottom who claims he’s a pig should be ready to take any man’s cock whenever or wherever.

Exactly. No pretense, and some would say no emotion and no love, but I'd say that when I dump my load in an anonymous guy's hole in a dark room, there is a pretty intense connection. It doesn't have to last long for it to be deeply felt.

As much as I hate the lack of set contrast, I have to agree that between the cluttered "early shooting gallery" decor and the "sterility white" opposite, I'm less distracted by the latter, and it's less of a boner killer. I'd just rather have some subtle visual intrigue in the scene to add something more than the starkness. A few films have pulled it off quite well and haven't looked like they've used the same California house shooting location. The other bothersome thing about those same sterile sets is that so many of them are totally sound reflective -- lots of glass, tile flooring, high ceilings -- so that the dialog (such as it is) becomes murky or the sound guy can't really focus on getting mics to pick up audio. So sound goes from having to set the audio to 11 only to bring it back down because the volume has no continuity.

There have been a number of well-answered topics here on the subject of cleaning out, and a search should provide experienced replies on just about any angle of this. Is cleaning out necessary? Your question sounds as though you’d like to get into bottoming but don’t want to be bothered with the work that comes with it. The actuality is that cleaning out your colon is part of being a bottom. Your ass isn’t designed to be a cunt, and in practice you sort of have to separate the two functions. If you read through the body of responses to most such topics, I think you’ll find that the significant majority of Tops want it clean - there may be a small minority who don’t mind there being a mess, but in my experience by far more of them don’t want to deal with it, and many are positively repulsed by it. In my service, cleanliness is an absolute requirement - I will not offer myself unless I am sure there will be no accidents. A ‘finger test’ isn’t always adequate, especially if you’re dealing with a cock longer than 6-6 1/2 inches. Waste is held at the bend in the sigmoid colon before being released into the rectum for disposal, and the rectum spends most of its time empty - you could have a mess poised up out of finger reach that might descend when least desired, and this could happen simply because your rectum is being stimulated. It’s much better to invest the time to clean out to avoid complications that could spoil a fuck. I would say that, in most cases, yes, is needed, but the degree of cleanout needed will depend on the level of service being provided, and you figure out how much washing out you need for a given type of fuck through experience.

For me it’s how deliciously dirty it makes me feel to just give up my holes to someone I’ve never met. A true slut just aching to be filled or used

I keep my hole lubed when in dark rooms. My problem is that I’m a bottom with a big cock so I’m always fighting guys off my cock. But once they feel my moist ass it’s game on.

My uncle used to enjoy treating me like a dirty slut tbh, I was 20 when we first did. Very much enjoyed it

I believe it’s a hunt / conquer thing. We get excited that someone new that we’ve tempted with our gifts wants our hole. It’s the scent of a new acquisition.

Love feeling an anonymous spasm cum inside me in a darkroom and sticking a couple of fingers up there to lick some off before the next cock

I agree with what pigs have said above. Douching gets your clean and ready to bred. Douching and a shower take 90 mins for me. I know this may seem long, but it's worth it. I have a metal shower shot attached to my shower. I prefer warm water shooting up my bum as opposed to cold water of a toilet douching system. Brings me to a story a while ago. One time I thought I had douched completely, and a black guy with a long cock dislodged some stuff in my ass. He noticed it when he was fucking me. We stopped, went to the showers at Steamworks, and basically laughed it off. Accidents can happen. Just get back to sex!

That’s just wrong! As a bottom I always make sure that when the top leaves me he’s totally satisfied (and hopefully he can go more than one round 😜). I can always get off after the hookup if necessary…

Guys who see that I’m hosting and ask if they can come eat the loads out of my ass each time a Top fucks me. 🤨 You going to pay for my hotel room, dude? No? Going to bring in some Tops to fuck me? No? Then no, you twat, you may not. Go pay for your own hotel room and get your own Tops. If you’re too fucking cheap and lazy to do what it takes to service Men, you don’t deserve to have access to loads. I’m not a goddamn buffet. Likewise these buzzing flies who hit me up with “Can I watch?” If you bring the Top with you, you can watch him fuck me all you want; after that, you go. What’s that you say? You just want to lurk in a corner and creep out every guy who tries to fuck me? I think not, assclown. Closely related, the How-many-loads-you-got-now vicarious voyeurs who suggest they might come fuck when I have some loads in me, but then do nothing but pester me for a running tally. These guys spend do do much game playing and time wasting you have to wonder if they ever get laid at all. Indeed, if the ever have.

A verbal top is best. Especially as he’s about to cum in me.

So I rode for another two hours and looped back by the park bathroom, not expecting much. There was guy in the first stall, obviously looking to suck and a tall, kinda hot guy drifting around. I think he wanted a BJ from the first and kept going in and out of the second stall. I didn't want to be a cock blocker so I was about to leave when this other taller young hot guy came in. I took my time at the sink and realized he was stroking at the urinal. I also recognized him as someone I jerked off a year ago. I had wanted to suck him off then, but didn't. This time, I was going to taste his load. I moved back to the urinal near him and started to stroke, staring at his beautiful 20-something year old cock. He just kept stroking but didn't indicate he wanted anything. I figured I'd make a move and if he pulled away, I'd just leave. He did NOT pull away when I reached over to stroke him. Being VERY horny I immediately dropped to my knees to suck his perfect cock. He stayed quiet but was soon pumping my mouth with some great face-fucking action, hands holing my head. I figured I was finally going to taste his load. His cock was a good size but not super huge so I could take it all balls deep. The way he fucked my mouth made me want more. Then he asked that question we all love, "are you a bottom?" Obviously I said yes, which he followed up with the question we live even more, "can I fuck you?" Yes! Obviously! I wasn't expecting that but damn! I took him into the handycapped stall and stripped down, giving his cock some more sucking to get it as wet as I could. Because of its size, I knew I could take it without any lube, just spit. He played with my hole while I did that, but I didn't want to waste too much time. You never know when you're going to get interrupted in a public bathroom like that in a busy park. I kneeled on the toilet and reached back and pulled him into me quick. He moaned and started to fuck me hard. The taller guy was watching over the partition, and I could tell he was jerking off watching. The fuck got faster and more intense as I held the safety rail. My top boy started to get loud as he got close. I felt those pulses as he shot inside me. He probably shot about 5 or 6 blasts into me. Then he yanked up his pants and took off, as young guys often do. It was maybe a 10 minute fuck, but 10 minutes of heaven. I got to ride home slowly, feeling that load leak out of me as I went. Hopefully, this will happen more and more!

Met a couple from here and we "exchanged fluids". One memorable one was a guy I picked from the wharfside in my canal narrow boat on tour in the UK near Nantwich. He stayed all night and we woke up late the following morning. He'd told his family he was on a training course for work.

Part 13 Evan: My chest itched as the hair grew back around my new tattoo. I loved to look at it and I was going shirtless a lot more just to show it off. Most of the guys in the dorm made comments about the shaved fur on only one side looking silly. I trimmed the right side of my chest so it was less obvious, but prayed that it all grew back quick. It was more interesting to see which guys made a comment about the tattoo. Some were silent and just looked shocked or smiled and the ones that said something varied between "That tat is so sick" to "Oh fuck. Sorry, dude." I figured the guys that knew what it meant were queer and I made a mental note to remember which guys liked it. I was down at the campus gym finishing a workout when I realized a few guys were checking me out. One was a tall, skinny guy that looked like a basketball player. Two were bodybuilders and they kept talking between themselves when they weren't looking my way. Last was an older bear that I knew taught over in the Biology department. He was my instructor freshman year. When I finished the last set of reps, I got up and headed to the locker room. Once I was stripped down, I grabbed my towel. Just before I stood up I heard "The ink looks fresh. You still viral or are you back to shooting blanks?" the bear asked quietly. Turning my head back to him I asked "Not doing meds until next year, why?" "You busy Saturday afternoon? I'd like to take a load or two and see what happens" he said, a wicked grin plastered on his face. "I might be able to squeeze you in... how's three sound?" I asked. I didn't have any other plans but I thought it sounded good. The bear chuckled and replied "Yeah, I bet there's lots of guys looking to get charged up by a hot cub like you. 417 Hickory Drive. See you then." I headed off to the shower with my towel. I walked through the large open shower area to a room that had dividers between the shower stalls. Oddly, there were no shower curtains so if you stood in the middle of the room you could watch guys shower just like the other shower area. I heard they took them down since too many guys were fucking behind the curtains. After adjusting the water temperature, I started to wash up. I opened my eyes to see the bodybuilders staring back at me, one on each side. Both were naked and while their muscles might have been big, their dicks weren't. I'd heard that steroids could lead to shrinkage, but damn. Or maybe that's all they were endowed with and used their muscles to compensate. "New ink, huh?" the one with a shaved head asked. "Yeah, you like it?" I asked. "Kinda hard to see with all that damn fur" he replied. I laughed. "Real men have body hair" I said. "And bigger dicks" I thought, but didn't say that out loud. Both guys grunted. "That tat mean you're shootin something dirty?" the shaved headed guy asked. "Dirty? Nah. Viral, yeah" I replied. I watched both roll their eyes and the bald guy said "Whatever. Bet ya can't give it to Dirk, here. Our bodies are a lot stronger than guys like you." "If you want to give it a try, I'd be more than happy to dump a load in that ass and see what happens" I said, remembering the bear's comment earlier. I wondered if their immune systems were pumping as much iron as their muscles were. They both laughed. "Bet you'd like that. Be the best ass you fucked in your lame ass life" the bald guy said. I found it funny that he was doing all the talking and yet was offering up his buddy's ass. I guessed that the bald guy was the Dom. "Maybe. Only one way to find out" I said. Moments later, Dirk was braced against the wall with just a little soapy water helping my cock rip into his hole. My hand was over his mouth and he was screaming with each thrust. It took a few tries before my cock was fully planted into his hole. He wasn't putting up a fight other than yelling out and I wondered whether he was trying to impress his buddy or whether he got fucked a lot, just by some smaller cocks like his buddy's. His butt was really firm and once I got a good pace going, I was bouncing off it. I only lasted ten minutes before I was flooding his wrecked ass with my toxic seed. My cock slipped out of the tight chute, followed by some pink cum. "I've had better. He's tight and doesn't know how to work his ass while he gets fucked. Actually, the virgin I had last Spring was better. Anyway, let me know if one load tagged his ass or if he needs more. It took over a dozen to get me" I said. I knew Danny did it with less, but I wanted to put a good dent in their cocky attitude. They probably didn't even understand that it would take a couple weeks before the virus would show any symptoms. I sure didn't want to fuck his "lame ass" more than a few times. They left and I rinsed off before heading back to my room. -- Danny: I started hooking up more and Evan was right about the number of guys that looked for poz tops to fuck them. I got a few phone calls from the clinic reminding me to come back in for a checkup. That would be something to do after the new year. My poz profile was getting more hits and I was getting more comfortable shooting my viral cum into willing bottoms. A grad student I had been breeding had just come down with the telltale symptoms as the virus took over his body. He wanted one last fuck and I was happy to oblige. His body might have been fevered and sore, but the smile that he had on all of our previous meetings was still there. We always fucked missionary and he always stared at me, begging for me to set him free. I wasn't sure what I was going to free him of, but he was sexy and a very good bottom. I was going to miss fucking his tight, hairy, middle eastern ass. Gary, didn't seem to want to stop. We didn't do it in front of his frat bro's again, but he found he had a lot of easy dick to suck after our show. And at least one red head that found Gary's ass a good substitute when his girlfriend wouldn't put out. I liked fucking Gary's cum filled ass too. He even convinced one guy to join us for a spit roast. Too bad the guy bolted as soon as he shot his load down Gary's throat less than five minutes in. I learned that neg guys that wanted to hookup from my poz profile would only be interested until they got what they wanted and then I'd never hear from them again. One guy had sent me several messages, wanting to meet up but his profile said he was a top and wanted negative partners. While I liked the top part, the neg part ruled me out. Finally, instead of ignoring his message again, I pointed it out. "The neg 4 neg part is for my bf in case he sees my profile. I want to bottom for your poz dick and get knocked up" 7thknhrd replied. "Don't mind giving u bug, but don't want to be responsible 4 u giving it to ur unsuspecting bf" I sent back. "NP, going to use it as excuse to dump him. He's too boring & clingy" was his response almost immediately. We met up at his apartment the next day and he looked a lot better than the small, grainy pictures in his profile. He was tall, slender and smooth. His dark blond hair was cut short and his pubic hair was trimmed which made his average cock look longer. I wasn't sure it was seven inches like he claimed, but it didn't matter since I would be doing the fucking. I could tell that he was a runner from his legs and ass. He looked a little familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. I'd met a lot of guys this semester and without any tattoos, piercings or facial hair, his plain average body wasn't especially memorable. Once I knew he understood the consequences I had him naked on his knees bent over the couch in his living room. Two spits and a shove made him scream and got half of my cock into him. I pulled out, pushed his face into the cushions and shoved back in. He squirmed around, but I had him trapped. This was a move I learned from the first guy I knocked up by myself after Evan. The bottom's friend gave me lots of ideas on how to get my virus into the bottom's bloodstream while he watched. I could tell that the guy my dick was in wasn't a total top, but it had been a while since he'd bottomed since he was pretty tight and didn't loosen up very quick. Fifteen minutes of drilling his tight ass had gotten me close. The last minute was spent pulling out and ramming back in until I planted my cock in deep and fired several volleys of cum into his battered hole. My cock stayed in his hole until it softened. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you a second load" I told him. He was laying there, groaning and whimpering. "Oh fuck... I dunno... my ass is on fire" he whined. "You wanted to get knocked up. If you can't take another one, I'm not going to bother fucking you again" I told him. I wondered when I had become this sadistic jerk that got turned on by giving someone an incurable disease. But many guys wanted what I had and I loved pumping my cock and cum into those willing asses. I didn't need to waste my time with guys that couldn't take a decent fucking. "Oh god... please... fuck me... just not as hard" he begged. There was something about hearing a guy beg to get fucked that made my cock hard as a rock. The next fuck was shorter and not as rough. He still got a nice load soaking into his gut and my balls were now empty. "Plug that hole up. You don't want to lose any of that seed" I told him as I pulled my cock out and wiped it on his ass cheek. He handed me a plug from table and I laughed to myself as I pushed it in. It looked like the one Tony had gotten a week after I had shown him Stu's plug in my ass. It reminded me to ask Tony where the sex toy store was nearby. They must have had a sale on this model. I stood up and stuffed my dick back into the jockstrap and pulled up my sweats. "Same time Wednesday?" I asked. We met six, maybe seven, times over the next two weeks. It was always doggy style like a lot of guys wanted, but he tried harder than most not to look at me. Most of the time the door was cracked open and he was in position bent over the front of the couch, just waiting to get fucked. We stopped meeting when he told me that classes were getting busy and he figured I had already charged him up. I was hoping to hear if I had been successful, but never heard from him again. -- Evan: The guy that answered the door looked about my age. His beard was a lot longer and shaggier than mine, obscuring my view of the thick leather collar locked around his neck. He was a few inches taller than me and a good fifty pounds heavier. A black jockstrap covered his cock and a pair of leather boots covered his feet and went half way up his calf. He looked me over and I did the same to him. A smile showed behind the facial hair and that's when I noticed the thick septum ring. "Come on in. Daddy is waiting for you" he said in a deep, sexy voice. I stepped in and as soon as the door shut he said "Please undress here. Naked or gear is all that is allowed inside." I took my clothes off, folding them neatly and setting them on a stool. I put my boots back on and then dug into my backpack for the leather gear I brought. Once the wrist bands and harness were on I stood up and looked back at him. He was staring at me, licking his lips and I was sure that the bulge in the jock was much larger. As he turned to lead me in to wherever the bear was waiting, I noticed that the thick covering of fur on his body also covered his back. He was hairier than I was and it really turned me on. My cock twitched a few times and I wanted to spend a few hours with my paws, tongue and dick ravaging him. We went down a hallway and he turned into a room. It once was a bedroom and was now a playroom with soundproof padding on the walls and a sling hanging from the ceiling. That's where I found the bear. His feet were in the stirrups and his hands cuffed and locked to the chains by his head. Each nipple was clamped and a rag was stuffed in his mouth. The smell of poppers hung in the air. "Daddy wanted to be ready for you, so you could spend all of your time sharing your gift with him" the younger guy said. I smiled, looking over my prey. His eyes were glued on me but showed no fear of what was about to happen. I wondered how his boy would take me using his daddy. I had seen a few of these types of relationships and some times the sub would freak out when his Dom got fucked. Since I didn't know any details of their relationship, I didn't even know if the younger guy was a sub. "Hopefully, he will share it with you once he converts" I told him. His eyes lit up, his face beamed and he nodded vigorously. "Since his mouth is full, come here and suck me fully hard" I said to the cub. He whimpered a little and I think it was from excitement. He said "Yes, Sir" and scurried over in front of me and knelt down. His mouth swallowed my cock and began to suck. He was good and if this were a normal meeting, I would have let him go for a while. Instead, a few minutes later I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled the cub's head off my cock. "That's all for now. You can stay there if you want to watch your daddy get bred" I said before letting go of his hair and moving between the bear's legs. I looked him over and saw his eyes still locked on to me. His balls had a leather stretcher tightly gripping the sac and a nice 0 gauge PA on the end of his hard cut cock. As I looked back at him, my hands started to rub over his ass and that's when I found a toothbrush sticking out of his hole. I'd read stories about them and even found a video where a guy brushed his bottom's hole to make sure the bug had an easier way to attack. I heard a brief chuckle from the cub. I pulled the brush out and saw the red bristles. I pushed the brush handle through a link on the chains near the bear's foot strap so that it would be handy later. My cock was still hard as steel and I pressed the head to the tortured hole. My hands gripped the bear's legs and I smiled back at him before tugging on his legs and impaling my cock into his hole. The bear screamed out and the cub gasped. The spit from the short blowjob appears to have been the only lube the bear had. I'd never fucked a guy dry before, except for the very first time I topped when I had no idea what I was doing. Unlike that first time, I didn't pull out and add spit or lube. The quivering hole felt good around my shaft. I pulled back and thrust back in. After a few more slams into the torn up chute, I got the bear swinging back and forth, plowing my cock into him. I had forgotten how easy it was to fuck a guy in a sling. I was usually the one laying on the leather or canvas seat taking bare cocks. After a short time of letting him fuck on to my cock, I started to thrust in. The pace picked up and then slowed down. The bear's gaze only occasionally looked away from me and that was to see his cub. As much as I liked feeling the bear's pussy on my dick, I needed to unload the first dose of cum. I slowed the pace down until I gave a firm thrust while yanking the bear to me. My cock was buried as deep as it would go and my balls knew what to do. Spurts of cum pumped deep inside the bear. He groaned around the rag while my cock pulsed. I left my cock inside after the last shot, expecting it to soften like it usually did. A few minutes later I pulled out and the shaft was still hard. I motioned for the cub to come closer and told him quietly "One lick on his pussy and one lick on my dick." A loud whimper followed each lap of his tongue and he moved back to his spot. The second fuck was shorter and with a load of cum inside, a lot easier. I was surprised at how quickly my balls had recovered and gave an unhealthy six or seven volleys of cum into the battered hole. I backed away and grabbed the toothbrush from the chain, pushing it back into the gaping hole. Ten twisting strokes covered the bristles with a dark pink ooze before I pushed it back in like I found it earlier. The cub lapped at my softening cock, replacing the cum mixture with spit. Once I was satisfied, I pushed him back and moved to the other end of the sling, pulling the rag from the bear's mouth. "I hope that does the trick. Let me know if you need a repeat, but just remember that it will cost you your cub's ass" I told him. A wicked grin filled the bear's face before he said "Thanks. I'll let you know."

A poz top is the biggest trigger. When a top has been fuckin me for a minute or just nutted and tells me he’s poz I’ll start to frenzy my ass all on his dick. I don’t think I can talk about enhancements here… Anon turns me from a semi-selective btm into a no-load-refused cumslut begging for nut. As soon as my blindfold is on I want every dick in range churning loads in me. idk what your idea of an encourager is. I’m always looking for somebody to whore out my hole at a bathhouse. It’s harder than I think it should be to find somebody who wants to watch a piece of ass get used by the town. Also love when other guys talk to each other about fucking me in the third person. “It looks like this hole needs some help. What do you think, should we fuck it?” Talking about me like trash get me hot as hell.

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

Here are some numbers for you (admittedly this is a few years old): [think before following links] https://www.poz.com/pdfs/P04-14p53.risk_transmission.pdf All those numbers assume you are negative and not on PrEP and the positive person is unmedicated. There are a lot more variables in real world hookups. You don't know the status of your partners or whether they are on meds. People do go for years barebacking even as bottoms without turning poz - I did from roughly 1992 - 2005 and 2011 - 2014 (I was in a monogamous relationship from 2005-2011 and I went on PrEP in 2014). But people have been struck by lightning twice and any number of other low probability events. There are almost 8 billion people on the Earth. With that large a sample size, you are going to see some extreme events. There are also a number of people on this forum who have told stories about getting pozzed the first time they went bare. If you bareback long enough (no one can tell you how long), you will eventually poz up. If you want to go bareback and stay neg, get on PrEP.

He started to slide his cock deliciously in and out of me, taking his time as he enjoyed the feel of my cummy arsehole around his cock. "Mmmm....darling!" he gasped. " you have a sexy pussy!" The other man got off the sofa and headed out. "See you two lovebirds later!" He laughed. "Knock him up good, Terry!" Terry chuckled as the man left and whispered in my ear. " Is that what you want, baby? Do you want daddy's nasty sperm in you? Do you want my baby?" I was gasping with pleasure as I knelt on the old sofa, arse up, being fucked by this sagging old man. But his cock felt so good, and I was so high with the sleaziiness of it, I could only nod my head and say "Yes...breed me!" He sighed happily. "Good boy!." Then he thrust faster in and out until his cock was like a rod of iron in me "Here it comes!" He gasped and I felt his cock throb and throb, knowing with each contraction his toxic sperm was spurting into me. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lay heavily on my back. I could feel his ribs and his heart pounding. "Oh yes...you're all wet with my spunk now. Let's give it a chance to take, shall we?" He lay on me like an old pig. It was quiet and still as the others had left, and I could hear the clock ticking and smell the body odour on the sofa back beneath my chin. Eventually, his cock softened to the point where my hole expelled it with a soft hiss and he got heavily to his feet and slapped my bum. "There you go, son. Hope you enjoyed getting pregnant with me. See you later" Then he was gone and I was alone in that filthy room, sperm dripping out of me, wondering what the hell I'd done. And yet, my cock was rock hard and I was as excited as I've ever been. There was a noise in the door way and the thin, veiny man called Arthur who'd used me to get off came in and gave a dirty laugh. "Fuckin' hell! Look at you!" He laughed as I got to my feet, erection standing out with a drool of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Bet you didn't expect this, did yer? Bet you didn't plan to go home well and truly pozzed?" I shook my head and blushed, "I'm so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have done it" I said. But my hard-on showed a different story and he just leered at me "I think you knew what you were doing. You're just a filthy bastard like the rest of us." He turned, knelt on the sofa and spread his sagging, wrinkled buttocks revealing a puffy, slack brown hole glistening with lube. "C'mon," He said. "Give me your last neg load. This is what your arse is going to look like one day" He wriggled it obscenely at me. I couldn't resist. My heart was pounding and I knew now what I was. I got behind him, pressed my cock into his puffy lips and slid up him as Bill appeared again with his rubbish bag to empty the bin. He watched me fucking the wasted old body for a minute or two, then came and slipped his hand under my buttocks and squeezed my balls and fingered my cock were it entered the slimey hole. "That's it" He said. " Don't be shy. Shoot up him like his wants." He suddenly thrust his forefinger into Arthur along side my cock and I gasped with pleasure, feeling the orgasm approaching "C...cumimg! I gasped "Ooh, lovely! I can feel it shooting around my finger" Arthur was laughing as he took my load "Git your fucking finger out you dirty sod!" Bill did what he was told and winked at me as he licked the cum and juices from his forefinger. "Nice. " He said. " Sweet. And your last neg load. I know they've all fucked you. Welcome to our little club!"

The bull took a hold of my tank top and tore it almost completely down the back. As the tattered shirt fell off my shoulders, he turned around, pressing me against the couch and clamped his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to suck and bite it making me whimper and moan. My dick was rock hard now as my shirt fell to the floor around my feet. His fingers found my other nipple and he flicked and scraped it with his fingernail as he continued to service my other pec. I clawed the back of his head and his broad back, needing the attention his mouth was giving. He came up for air and I looked down at my left nipple swollen, wet, and beat red. It seriously looked like one of my girlfriend’s nipples and that was the first time I realized the degree to which he was going to emasculate me. He snarled at me, “Just like a girl, likes to get his tits worked, huh?” I shamefully whispered back, “Yes.” He slapped my face and corrected me, “Yes, Sir.” At first I was taken aback, my cheek stinging and a bit angry, but when I looked back at his steely gaze, I knew I had deserved the slap for being such a sissy boy. “Yes, Sir,” I exhaled, trying strangely to please him. Instead, he spat a huge wad of saliva that splattered on my mouth, nose, and cheek, and then bit his teeth onto my other nipple, smearing the spit all over my face with one of his hands. As he chewed on my swelling nipple, one his hand roughly opened my legs, assuring me that there would be no asking this afternoon, no choices, no gentle nudges. He was intent on owning my body and using my holes as he saw fit. I felt like a whore, obligated to let him do what he wanted for a price. The price being $20. That’s what my ass and mouth were worth, my dignity, my manhood. And my father had determined the price. His hand reached between my muscled thighs and found my asshole, still slick with his spit. He nuzzled his fingers between my cheeks mumbling, “Fucking hot bubble butt,” and then continued to slurp on my chest while he pushed one of his fingers into my virgin ass. Nothing besides his tongue had ever been in there, and I began to pull away, yelping from the pain this small invasion was causing. His free hand shot up and caught me tightly around the neck, forcing me back down onto his finger. “Bigger than that’s going in there, boy, so you better just relax and get used to having things in your shitter,” he snarled, not looking up at me, just taking his mouth off my nipple long enough to say it and then return to making my nips puffy and blood-engorged, feminizing me further. His digit dug around inside of me, pressing against the tender walls of my ass, pushing into my insides trying to find where he met resistance, where he could push through flaps of tissue, where he could put pressure that would make me moan or whimper. Although it hurt, he knew where to push up inside of me to keep my dick jumping. I had never precum before but I felt wetness emerging from my piss slit. The finger started pistoning into my hole, making me whine a little with every jab into me. He kept fingering my hole, but brought is face in front of mine. He snickered at me, “You sound just like my ex-wife’s sister when I used to fuck her. Same fucking noises.” I looked into his eyes, my own eyes wide, in disbelief that I was letting another man treat me the way a girl was supposed to be treated. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking what he wanted, knowing I would submit, knowing he was stronger than me. More of a man. He pulled his finger out abruptly, which made my ass and legs shake with a sensation that combined both pleasure and pain. Before I knew it, he forcefully shoved his fingers, including the one that had just been in my ass, into my mouth. He scooped the fingers around my mouth cavity and over my tongue. I choked and gagged a bit, confused, but he just as abruptly pulled his fingers out and returned two of them to hole, shoving both back into my chute. I howled for a second, but he just planted them there, firmly against a spot that made me start to mewl. “This is just the beginning, boy. Do you know how good your cunt tasted? It was perfect - I can’t wait to turn it inside out. I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy so that I’m the only one that can get you off … and you keep crawling back here, begging me to fuck out your sloppy mancunt. You know what your mancunt is?” I didn’t answer, just sucked in a jagged breath not wanting to fuel his abuse. He waited a few moments for my reply, and when none came he crammed a third finger into me, growling, “This is your mancunt.” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, feeling my asshole be stretched around almost this entire stranger’s hand. It was definitely humbling. “You know what your mancunt is now?” he baited. I looked down, ashamed, “Yes,” I said almost inaudibly, taking a glance at my nipples, red and protruding like a bitch in heat. But his line of questioning wasn’t done. “And what goes in your mancunt?” I knew the answer. I didn’t want to know the answer and I hated myself for immediately knowing the correct response, but I could feel his pinky and thumb getting itchy and I knew he would use me like a sock puppet if I wasn’t forthcoming. So I looked up at him, and almost pleaded for him to be kind, “Anything that you say goes in it.” “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to make me take it easy. Come on, stud, you’re a big jock boy, you can take a sticking and keep on licking, can’t you?” He emphasized his open mockery by splaying the three fingers in my ass, widening the stretch in my anal cavity and making me feel like I had to pee or cum or both. “Your mancunt is good for one thing. Getting real men off. Remember that for later.” And with that, his three fingers slipped out of my ass and were shoved immediately into my mouth. My throat immediately tried to expel them, but he stayed firm and I was pinned to the back of the couch. “Clean ‘em off, whore. Learn to enjoy the taste of any ass, you worthless cum catch.” I had no choice and I closed my lips around his knuckles and he coached me through sucking on his fingers and using my tongue to get the slime from between each digit. I mean, his fingers weren’t that deep inside me (thought they felt like they were) so mostly it just tasted like old saliva. It was mostly the thought that made me gag, but I quickly got over that for the sake of getting my mouth back. “It’s lunch time,” my dominator informed me and lifted his arm above his head, leaving his pit completely exposed thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. As his torso stretched I spied the very top of a red and black tattoo peaking above the waistband of his sweats, but I couldn’t see enough of it to tell what it was. “Dig in,” he nodded his head in the direction of his open armpit. My face crinkled in confusion. He grabbed the back of my head with the other hand and jeered, “I said, bon appetite, fuck twat,” and he buried my face in his pit. The hair under his arm was soaked with sweat, pearling on the skin around the damp patch. The odor was strong. Not bad, just strong. A testament to the hard work he must have been doing before I showed up. Mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, hammering nails into a fence patch. My nostrils were filled with his pheromones and the remnants of his masculine chores. He jerked my head sternly and I took my cue. I began licking and sucking his arm pit. Such a strong taste. Not the bitter taste of deodorant as I would experience later with some of my other clients, but the overwhelming bouquet of man scent. It was the smell at the gym, or in the school locker room, or of one of my buddies after a pick up game of hoops that (I didn’t realize until that moment) always got me horny. As his intoxicating scent got me harder and harder, I went to town on his pit, using my full tongue to swipe the entire surface area of his under arm. He loosened the grip on my head, and eventually began to go back and forth between my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers, increasing their irritation and my pleasure. I finally looked up at him breathless, panting with my mouth and cheeks covered in a thin film of my own saliva and his sweat. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of my bottom jaw and shook it slightly, “Good boy, you’re starting to learn your place.” He released my face and gave it a light slap, He gave my right nipple one more pinch and noticed my tenting jock strap. “And you’re getting hard, faggot boy. Let’s see that little pecker of yours. Come on, show it to me. Mister Big Man with the girlfriend…you can show it to her and she’s supposed to be impressed enough to date your ass, show it to me.” I reached down to the side of my jock strap, and for the first time I noticed the outline of his cock down the leg of his sweats. I had been in such a complete state of shock the past five minutes or so, I hadn’t even given a thought to how big his dick was. And he still wasn’t going to give me time to contemplate it, snapping, “Come on, you little cum dump, show me your dick.” I pulled the side of my jock strap aside and my penis popped out, fully erect and hard as a rock. The guy started laughing. He pointed and laughed. Now I know there were other guys in the locker room bigger than me, but my girl friend had never complained. Well, at least not to me, I guess, considering she was supposedly banging my dad. My father’s friend continued to laugh and point, “You call that a dick? That’s a weenie at best, and definitely not a cock. Wait a minute.” He opened a drawer in the island of the kitchen and returned with a measuring tape. “Measure it, pussy boy.” I looked up at him pathetically. “Come on, big man, it looks rock hard to me, ain’t getting any bigger than that. Now’s the time to measure that monster,” he said mockingly. I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well, and I sheepishly took the measuring tape from him. I placed one end at the base of my penis and stretched it as taut as I could to the tip of it. There was a reason I had never measured my package and this was why. Looking up at him, I saw him register the number and bust out laughing. “Five? Five fucking inches? Actually, if you look closely, four and seven-eighths, not even five! Are you joking with that thing? How do you think you’re good for anything BUT taking dick? Who the fuck are you going to satisfy with that tiny thing? Certainly not your girlfriend as we just read. I’m not sure there’s ANY woman that would be able to get off on that. And I can’t imagine a guy with any dignity that would let you top him. You wanna’ see a real dick?” With one gesture, he pulled his sweat pants down to mid-thigh. Out bounced a gigantic piece of meat. He slowly slipped his shirt off to allow me time to take it in. This thing was only semi-hard at this point, but it was thick and juicy, and for as much hair as he had on his torso and powerful arms, his crotch was nice and managed. Not manicured or shaved, but tight and groomed, emphasizing the perfectly shaped mammoth cock bobbing between his thighs, propped up by a pair of lightly haired balls about the size of golf balls so full of the fluid that would be pooled in my guts in less than two hours that they pulled the skin of his scrotum, bowing it in at the top and tapering out where his two baby-makers swung pendulously. I could also finally see the full tattoo in a small area on his pelvic bone, naturally sparse with hair. It was a red and black symbol like the ones in biology class where we put anything contaminated. I couldn't figure out what would make him get that inked on his body unless it was just an intimidating tattoo that matched his dominating persona. I was in the middle of trying to sort out the possibilities when he shoved the tape measure into my hands again. “Measure it.” I stepped forward. “On your knees,” he qualified the position in which I would be measuring his cock. I was shaking as I got to my knees and reach my hands forward to measure his gigantic phallus. I have NEVER touched another guy’s cock before, much less one this huge. I placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of his member causing it to jump slightly from the attention. I startled a bit and lurched back. He chuckled, “It’s not gonna’ bite you. What it’s gonna’ do to you hurts a lot more than biting.” The sadistic grin. I pulled the measuring tape loosely to the tip of him and my eyes got big when I saw the number. “Read it to me, boy.” I looked up, my face just inches from his manhood, the measuring tape still in my hands stretched to an absurd number. “Nine.” “Read it again,” he insisted. “Nine and a quarter,” I read more accurately. “That’s better. And I’ll save you the trouble. It’s seven around, eight at it’s thickest; the thickest being that mushroom head you’re staring at. And that fucker’s not even fully hard yet. You better fix that quick.” With that, he relieved me of the tape measure, throwing it in the open drawer and swung his rod back into my face, slapping me in the cheek with it and making as loud a sound as when he lightly slapped me. The thing had so much heft to it that it actually stung a bit when it smacked my cheek. “So now let’s get on the same page,” he began. “Are you a man?” I looked up into his face. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, demanding an honest response. I looked to his intimidating tool gradually filling with blood and then looked down at my dwarfed boydick that looked more like an enlarged clit when compared to his monster. I pulled the fabric of the jock back over my crotch, hiding my pathetic package and replying, “No, I’m not.” “Am I a man?” “Yes, Sir.” “Why?” “Because you have a big dick.” “That’s right, pussy boy. It’s all about your dick. You need to accept that you don’t have a dick to offer, you have your holes. That means you’re not even a Beta Male, you’re a bottom bitch who services any real man that wants to get off. Understand?” A tear rolled down my face, “Yes, Sir.” “Good bitch. So now, where is my big dick going?" I hated the fact that my ass hole twitched in anticipation, knowing the answer. “It’s going inside of my ass.” “You ever been fucked before?” I swallowed hard, “No.” He smirked, “Well, you’re fucked now.” The sadistic grin. PART 3 COMING SOON.

Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.