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Part 16 Danny: Two hours later, six loads were plugged into Tony's ass and four grins filled the room. "Thank you" Tony said, looking around at us. He slept with me the next few nights, only taking the plug out for me to breed him or to take care of business. Tuesday morning he looked up at me after cleaning the cum off my cock. "What do you think the results will be?" he asked. "You will probably get a positive result for one thing, hopefully no more" I said calmly, stroking the side of his face. "Will I be ok?" he asked, looking nervous. "Of course. Now let's get dressed and find out for sure, instead of guessing" I said. He took the news better than I expected. Not much was said as we walked back to the dorm and I suspected he was digesting all of the information the doctor had given him, just like I had months before. Once back in the room he said "I don't want to put you in any danger, so I guess we won't have sex again." I smiled and told him "There's no danger. I'm poz too." He went off to his afternoon exam with the plug holding my cum inside. He was happier than I'd seen him in weeks. I didn't want to tell him that if he hadn't tested positive this time, he would soon after the loads that Evan, Brad and I had pumped into him finished the job. We fucked the rest of the week, in between studying for the last of our finals. Well, I did take a little break Wednesday night. Evan and I finished off our care instructions with Simon. He was one of those aggressive bottoms, a power bottom I think they're called, who tried to direct the fuck. Every time he'd try and get rougher, so would I. I might have gone too far, since he had some bruises around his neck when we finished. Luckily I got to swallow his load that Evan fucked out of him while pumping load number four of the night into Simon. Hopefully that wouldn't be the last time we fucked. Friday night, Evan and I took turns breeding Tony until the early hours of Saturday morning. I found that I liked sharing a bottom with Evan. We were a sloppy mess with cum dripping out of all three of our asses. Only a few hours of sleep left us a little groggy in the morning but we packed up my car. I had told Tony over a month ago that I would drop him off at the airport up in the city and that saved him several hundred dollars than leaving from the airport near the college. "I thought you didn't want to go back home since your parents won't accept a gay kid" I said as we drove. "I'm staying with my uncle and his partner during the break. Thanks for driving me up, I didn't expect it to be so expensive flying from college" he replied. "So you're not the only gay one in the family?" I asked. "No, but I had never talked to my uncle until I came out. I wasn't allowed to. He reached out when he heard and helped me get through my parents dumping me. I'm looking forward to meeting him and his husband. It should be interesting" he said. "Don't feel you need to tell them everything. You might want to keep quiet about your little bug unless you have sex with someone" I said. We got closer to the city and while it was still pretty rural, I pulled off into a truck stop. "Bathroom break. Follow me" I told Tony. Once we got into the restroom I looked around to make sure it was empty and pulled him into a handicapped stall. He looked confused a moment and then started to kneel. I chuckled and whispered "Not yet, but pull down your pants." I fished out the key from my pocket and reached down, unlocking his cage. He had a pained look on his face which got worse when I removed the cage from his soft cock. "You can't get through security at the airport with this on... Too much metal. Well, you might but only after a long, scary discussion with them. Put the cage in your suitcase and you can put it on after you land" I told him. Tony smiled back at me and I gave him a wink before turning him and pushing him down on the toilet. He spent the next ten minutes sucking on my cock until I filled his mouth with cum. He looked concerned walking back to the car when I gave him the key. "I want it back when you return on the fifth and expect you to be locked back up after you land." -- Evan: Wes and I had been texting and my weekend with him had definite repercussions. He even sent me pictures so I could see how the bug ravaged his body. The matted fur from the night sweats looked really hot and I wished I could lick every inch of him. "My ex would have had a total meltdown if this happened while we were together, but I feel liberated. I hope you're ready to get bred a lot before you have to go back for Spring semester" he sent as I packed up my stuff. "I only get fucked by poz guys" I replied, laughing to myself. "It's probably very toxic. You got my last neg load, knocked me up and then left. The first few will be grudge fucks ;)" he said. "Probably? You don't know?" I asked. "No way I'm going to a doctor around here to find out. Even the squirrels will know. Gossip spreads fast around here" he replied. A minute later he said "I was hoping you'd take me to the city to hit the clinic. I also want the same tattoo u have" "Don't get exactly what I have. That would be weird. Make it unique to you" I said. Simon had done a good job coming up with a cool variation of the pics I had given him and Wes needed his own. Over the next week I sent him dozens of ideas. When I finally got home after finals, I spent a lot of time with Wes. I took him to a clinic over in the city an hour away for his blood test. Once he was jabbed, we had almost two hours to kill before the appointment at the tattoo shop. The adult book store just off the highway fit the bill. I'd been here in years past, usually on my knees sucking trucker dick. This time of year always had a large group of college students trying to sate their sexual needs. Wes and I pulled our tees off once in the back room. All the booths were taken and a few guys were just hanging around. I was talking to Wes about who would be the best cocksucker when the youngest looking of the group came up to us. I think he was about my age. He wore jeans, a tee, a backwards baseball cap and some tan work boots. A patchy beard covered his face and soft lips. He nervously stood in front of us nervously asking "I like your bodies... do you want some head?" "Maybe more... if you're good" I replied quietly. -- Stu: I think that Ben had told people what had happened between us. It was hard to find anyone by the house that would even respond to messages, much less want to hookup. All of my sex was happening in the city and the drive back and forth was killing me. I'd get there and have almost no desire to fuck. Almost. The house sold in about a week, which even surprised the real estate agent. I was able to find a much nicer condo in the city than my old one and was moved in before Christmas. The college students down the hall were a lot more cautious than Danny or Ben. I got grilled about my latest STD tests and while I got my dick in one of them, I found out that he was on PrEP. It kind of pissed me off and just drove me back to the bathhouse and apps. One guy I had been working on hooking up with canceled the day before we were to meet since he was sick. He said that another guy had pozzed him so there wasn't a reason to meet anymore. I asked who and he sent me the profile name. I recognized they guy right away and it was Ben. I didn't even need a face pic, which was good since there wasn't one. I recognized him from the ink on his arm, but there was a new bio tat over his cock. It was good to know my bug was finding lots of new homes, even though it wasn't coming directly from me. I wondered how many that Danny and Ben had tagged so far. I'd never know since I'd burned those bridges. -- Evan: I'm pretty sure our cocksucker muttered "fuck yeah" to himself as he dropped to his knees. The guy tugged down both of our jeans enough to free our hardening cocks. The blowjob was surprisingly good and he swapped back and forth between Wes's cock and mine, never leaving either of us long enough for our cocks to soften. After a short while, I pulled his head off my cock, tilting it back. Staring at him, I asked "Want to get knocked up?" and pointed at my tattoo. Initially he looked confused and I think in the dim light he only saw the red bear paw. A moment later his face got the shocked look I frequently got when someone would see the biohazard for the first time. Unlike most guys, he nodded his head 'yes' and then smiled back at me. Our cocksucker stood up, we swapped spots and he leaned against the wall where I had been standing seconds earlier. He pushed his jeans down and pulled his tee up, revealing a hairy, plump butt. Wes entered his lubed ass first and five minutes later was dumping his possibly charged cum into the hungry hole. "Fucking great ass" Wes growled before he pulled out and I took his spot. The cum filled chute felt amazing and the bottom gave a few squeezes after I bottomed out. My arm snaked around his body and I felt my fingers rake through the fur covered chest. It wasn't as thick as mine and reminded me of Danny's newly hair covered pecs. His nipples loved getting pinched though and as my fingers twisted each nub, he moaned and clamped down on my thrusting cock. Like Wes, I only lasted five minutes before I was flooding his ass with a second load of viral seed. This time his "Fuck yeah!" comment was loud and audible to not only the three of us but the five others that had circled around us to watch the breeding. He squeezed his hole tight, trying to get as much cum inside him as he could and clamp it shut to not lose any of the precious liquid. I pulled my jeans up as did the bottom and we pushed our way past our audience toward the door. Once outside, the three of us walked to our cars. I told the bottom "Thanks, that was hot. I was serious about knocking you up though. Hit the clinic if you want to stay neg... or be here next week same time and day and we'll make sure." "I'll bring a plug next week... I can already feel it running down my leg" he replied with a grin before getting in his car. The tattoo session went well. Wes had talked with the artist and every detail was already decided. The drawings looked cool and with a nod from Wes, they began. My dick was hard the whole time looking at his bare chest get inked first and then his arm. The bear paw on his chest was much larger than mine, in black ink with some red blood dripping from the claws. The arm tattoo only got partially done and was a lot more complex, needing two sessions. The symbol wasn't as prominent as mine, but still easily visible. The following week was a repeat, except Wes got the expected results along with another blood draw. The guy was waiting patiently for us at the adult book store. A scorpion pendant hung off a thick chain around his neck and prompted me to ask if he was neg. "As of three weeks ago, yeah" he said. During the fuck he was more verbal this time. The moans now had him begging for us to breed him. Wes gave him two loads and I shot one before we headed off to finish Wes' arm tattoo. -- Danny: Ben and I spent a lot of time together during the Christmas break. In some ways it was like when we were going to classes at the junior college, but now there was the element of sex constantly hanging over us. We spotted Stu at the bathhouse a few times but never made a scene of it. If we saw him fuck a guy, we said we wouldn't touch that bottom ever again. Who knows what he caught from Stu. It was easy to find better hookups elsewhere anyway. We were fooling around one day before Christmas and Ben had been spending a long time sucking on my cock. "I don't want to freak you out, but... your dick is almost exactly like your dad's" Ben said after he let the head slip past his lips. Yeah, it did freak me out. "You sucked my dad's cock?" I asked, not really sure that I wanted to know the answer. He had that "hand caught in the cookie jar" look on his face. "Yeah, a few times. It started after my parents kicked me out and they let me stay at your house. Don't worry, all I did was suck him" Ben said. I shook my head wondering if my parents had a motive for giving him a place to stay. My mom did say that she liked them tall and kinky. "They told me they let you stay for a week until you found a place. I hope they didn't make you do anything you didn't want to" I said. "Oh god no. It was the least I could do for them giving me a place to stay. You have really good parents. They accepted me... helped me. I was surprised when they asked, though. Your mom likes to watch and I think your dad knows gays give better head. I don't think I was the first guy to suck his cock" Ben said. He licked up my shaft a few times and then added "It was over a month until I found a place. I sucked him almost every day after that but only got his load if your mom didn't want to get fucked too. Did you know they were that kinky?" Ben asked. I laughed, realizing a few times had suddenly become daily and his stay went from a week to a month. I replied "No, I never thought about my parent's sex lives. They had sex once and that's how I came about. Isn't that what most kids think about their parents having sex?" I knew it was a bad idea, but I had to know. "So you never fucked with them?" I asked. "No. No desire. Oral was as far as I'd go. It's like the guys I meet that don't want to get infected. I'll only give them head so I don't risk pozzing them. If I wanted your dad's dick in my ass, I would wait until you were here to give me yours" Ben said, a huge shit-eating grin coming over his face. We fucked the rest of the night. Some of it was slow, some was hard. In the morning, I got fucked. He didn't tie me up this time and it was the most passionate Ben had ever been with me. We laid there, spooning with his cock still planted in my ass. "Thanks for taking my virginity. It meant a lot for you to be the one. If Stu did it, I would just be one of hundreds he did just to get laid or to infect" Ben said. "Yeah. I wish it was you that took mine. I thought it was hot at the time, but it didn't mean anything to him. I was just a conquest. He taught me a lot, though, so it wasn't a complete waste" I said. Ben nodded. "What happened with Jeffrey?" I asked. "He's visiting family for the holidays. He tried to get me to go with, but I have to work. I wanted to see you too" Ben said. I could tell from his face that he missed him. "I'm going to visit for new years, though. He's throwing a party for all the queers around his home town to ring in the new year. You should come with" Ben said a moment later. A wicked grin slowly covered his face. Ben joined us for Christmas and that's when I came out to my parents. For all the stress I had before I said anything, it was like I told them I liked cherry pie not apple. Maybe it just confirmed what they already knew. I'm not sure who was louder that night, Ben and I or my parents. His cum was dripping down my leg when we went down for breakfast at almost 11AM. My mom had that post fuck smile on her face, just like Ben and I did. My dad sniffed a couple times and said "This room smells like sex. I hope everyone got the Christmas gifts they wanted."

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.

So, last Saturday I decided to walk over to the Ramrod - best cruise bar in town - for a beer before heading over to Slammer, my favorite fuckjoint. Got to RR around 9, it was already jammed. There's the main bar in front, to the left of that is the pool table area, now covered with plywood, since guys fuck on it - around it. Then, there's the bootblack's station opposite one of the johns (open - no walls or doors), and finally in back you get to the Patio bar, an open-air area. There's a corridor off the patio bar that leads around a corner, past another john, and back to the front bar. That corner - on the SE corner of the building - is the traditional fuck/suck area. A relatively narrow corridor, with benches built into one side. I hadn't intended to sit back there and have my beer, but the front bar was full, the patio bar was full, and I guess I was lucky to find even that one spot to sit back in Pig Alley. Sat down next to a good-lookin kid, who's boyfriend was sitting on his other side. Guys passing by, cruising everyone, blah blah blah. So a guy stood against the wall, opposite the boyfriend, cruising him. The guy sitting next to me wasn't all that happy about it, but I didn't find out about that until later. After a few minutes, the boyfriend and the guy cruising him took off their shirts. Nice-looking kid, black hair, nice body, nice bulge next to me was not at all impressed when his bf took out his Cock and the guy cruising the bf started sucking it. Shortly after that, cruiser and bf got up and walked away, leaving the guy I was sitting next to alone. I'd noticed that he was eyeing my Cock, so I just asked him if that was his bf who'd just gone off to fuck the cruiser. Kid said yeah, and he knew his bf was going to Breed the cruiser, but was pissed off that the bf didn't allow him (the kid) to take raw Cock. Raw is apparently fine for the bf, but not the kid. Saw my opening right then. So I started talking to the kid about how unfair it was that he wasn't allowed to take loads, but his bf could rawfuck any guy he wanted. Kid said yeah, it was unfair, eyeing my now granite-hard Cock in my jeans. There were other guys sucking Cock in that hallway, a few taking it up the gut. I mentioned that I was heading over to Slammer in a little while to Breed Holes at some point. So I just asked the kid if he disliked taking raw Cock, and he looked at me and said "are you crazy?" Put my arm around his shoulder, and started in on how unfair his bf was, denying him the pleasure of taking loads in the bar, watching other guys in front of us sucking Cocks, fucking, all of that. He said he wanted to take as many loads as he could - but that before they went out to the bars, his bf always Bred his Hole, and thinks that should be enough for him. By this time, the kid’s Cock was about to rip through his shorts. I just said stuff like "how unfair - you deserve the same as every other guy here, blah blah blah, and he felt up my Cock in my jeans - asked me if I'd fuck him (duh), and I said of course, but I want to eat your Hole - taste your bf's load - slurp up your Hole a bit. The kid was eyeing other guys Breeding within a foot or two of us, and when he stood up and pulled his khaki’s down, a very nice Cock sprang up, hard. So I did what I told him I would do - got up, turned him around facing the wall, bent him over and ate that beautiful Hole full of thick black hair. After eating his Hole, (bf might be an asshole, but his load tasted good in the kid’s Hole) stood up so he could suck my Cock in front of the other guys sucking Cocks, Breeding. That was ok, but not what I wanted, so stood him up and turned him around again, gently pushed him over the bench, bent over his back and quietly said "you want my load up your gut, don't you .... and you want all these other guys to watch, don't you .... The kid said he did - said “yes Sir” - so I started to fuck him. His Hole was great - actually, he was a great fuck - and in a few minutes I bend over his back and whispered a question in his ear. Something like "you want more raw Cocks, don't you - there are guys on each side of you waiting their turn - you want them too, don't you ..." The kid sort of groaned - and answered that yeah, he did want them. I just said something like "then you should have them" ... pulled out and stepped aside. In a matter of 15 minutes that sweet boy took 4 loads. So, I got on my knees and ate that Hole again, and it tasted just perfect full of Sperm off other Cocks. I hadn't shot my load yet, and asked the kid how long he was going to wait for his bf to get back. The kid just answered "fuck him". He asked why I hadn't cum up his Hole, and I reminded him I was headed over to Slammer to Breed, but asked if he really wanted my load - to which he said something like "yeah, I want your load in my ass real bad ..." Not a grammarian, but this wasn't in grammar school either. This was at least 30, more like 45 minutes after I'd first sat down next to him. SO !!! I said that since I live only a few minutes walk from here, how about I fuck/breed you in my sling? That kid's eyes opened so wide I thought his eyeballs would drop out, and he just nodded. I don't think he'd ever been slingfucked before. Well, we both pulled our pants up, and as we left that area, a number of other guys caught my eye, seemingly wanting to be invited too. But, one step at a time. So we went back to my place, and had a fantastic night of it. The poor kid had been mind-fucked into keeping his Hole closed to every raw Cock but his bf's, while the bf rawfucked any guy he wanted to. Turns out his name is Javier, and he wants to come back next weekend. He didn't mention where they lived, but I think it's some distance away. So, I didn't get to Slammer last Saturday night - but it was a very worthy trade-off. This is why I don't post on that "last load" thread. I get raw Hole easily - any guy around here can - and it's a bit unseemly to go into stuff like this all the time when so many other guys have to wait weeks or months for something like this. Of course, this is one of the main reasons I chose Ft.L. when I decided to relocate. I had fb's who'd been here a number of times, always full of great stuff to report when they got back from here. Haven't had any reason to regret moving here at all.

David is an 18 year old boy that my buddy Steve introduced me to. The first time I met David he was a little bashful and shy but Steve assured me that the kid would be up for some adventure. The three of us hung out for a couple of hours ... and when I drove David home, he pointed out where I should pick him up that night. It turns out that he was going to climb through his bedroom window because his parents were .... well you get the picture. That first night I took David to an after hours house party. I paraded him around for an hour or so and then took his young boy ass to one of the bedrooms. With a little coaxing I got him to strip out of his tee shirt, loosen his shorts and pull out his seriously large cock for a couple other guys to see. Without much more effort David ended up on his knees sucking cock for most of that night. I watched him gulp down 5 loads of cum but there were probably twice that many or more ... honesty I was kinda preoccupied for most of the evening getting fucked. Turns out he got fucked several times that night too. It was when I took David to the SAWMILL campground that I knew he had become a complete and total slut. By now I'd fucked him a bunch of time and had even taken him to a sex party but David at the Sawmill campground was better than a kid (which he was) in a candy story (which it was). We got there early Friday evening and he stuck pretty close but by Saturday mid morning he was completely at ease and pretty much running around on his own without much drama. By that afternoon he had vanished which I guess should have had me a little worried (but honesty it didn't - LOL). There were dozens of trailers, motor homes, cabins, tents and trails leading from place to place. I figured David knew exactly were to find me if he need or wanted anything - plus I was having a great time just hangin out at the pool. Late Saturday evening I found him again - It looked like he had been cruzing the bathroom at the pool area. David was gettin fucked by two guys in the shower area who were NOT taking no for an answer. They had him pushed up against a half wall that separated the shower area from the "hallway" and were pounding him hard enough that about the only thing he could do was just hang onto the wall itself. It was fucking HOT as hell. When I walked up it was clear David and I knew each other and I remember one of the guys was like "dude, do you know who this kid belongs to?" Apparently one of their friends had grabbed onto David earlier that day and had been keeping him spun up on G and X while they fucked him. When they invited me back to their cabin I realized David didn't even have any clothing ... they had just walked him over to the shower naked so he could clean up some. Later that night ... aka early early Sunday morning before it started getting light again we all headed out to "the trails." This time David had on some clothing (although not his) however by the time we were in the woods he was completely naked again. Now "the trails" at the Sawmill are just that ... a series of trails that just kind of loop around to each other with little areas tucked away here and there for guys to hook up in. We took David to the end of one of the little areas and basically spread him out on a bench where he started to get fucked again and again and again. In addition to the 4 guys from the cabin and myself ... I watched no fewer that 10 different guys fuck his once tight boy hole. David was probably fucked 20 or more times that weekend and Id bet he took enuf cum to fill a quart jar!

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.

@Japbtm, maybe it's different for tops than for bottoms, but as a top I am definitely also into novelty. I read some research a few years ago about animals that form durable pairs. Pair bonding happens due to release of hormones after sex. When scientists blocked those hormones, the animals became promiscuous and kept on seeking new partners. I wonder whether this applies to humans, too, and whether there's a genetic explanation for my own preference of fucking many new guys instead of fucking regulars many times. In his younger years, my father (who was straight) had many sexual partners. My sister has also had more sexual partners than is typical for a married straight woman. I don't come close to some of the numbers we see on Breeding Zone (I am in awe of some of you!) but I do keep my numbers up. I am excited by the mystery of a new guy, by fucking in an unfamiliar place (whether in public or at his place), by learning new sexual techniques, and by pushing a new guy's boundaries to see how depraved he is willing to get. Sex with regulars is fun, too, but no matter how deep a connection I form with a regular sex partner, I am still driven to seek out new bottoms.

was at a local cruise video lounge with a play area upstairs couple days ago. Many poz men frequent here. Was horny for loads as usual and finally met up with this white daddy top I had been chatting with more awhile. i got there early so I was cruising the video room and hallways. I chose a GH cubicle and stood in front of it. It was pretty dead but lunchtime is can be hit or miss. The guy walked downtown he dark hallways and we exchange smiles. I walked into the cubicle and he followed after leaving the door open. We kissed briefly, I dropped to my knees immediately got it soft cut cock and suck it until it was rock hard which didn’t take long. I pulled my shorts down turned around facing the wall giving him the sign. He spit on his cock and my ass and as I sniffed my poppers he rammed his rock hard cock into my ass. He fucjed me for a bit then he noticed another white bear top watching jerking his cock with our door open. After a bit, He pulled out he softly nudged my shoulder and I knew the signal. He wanted to white me out to the bear watching. I quickly turned around still bent over and without hesitation, the bear inserted himself in me and pounded me. Of course I was sucking the other daddy top, getting spit roasted. The bear pulled out, I turned around and the daddy top rammed his raw cock in me and within seconds bred me deep. I couldn’t help but cum immediately after as I had been edging for days. He asked if I wanted another load and I gladly said yes. He stayed rocked hard. Then gave me a second load minutes later. we both were satisfied and walked out

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!]

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

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.]

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

My fraternity bro TKE, TAU KAPPA EPSILON is visiting. Got him partied up our way and looking for any dude to fuck his straight ass silly and flood his hole. This is very real and a one time thing (for now lol). Serious dudes apply but any race, body type all welcome. But other fraternity dudes take priority. In NYC today. Please reply to me here or text 347.391.6142

You know what the difference is? It is consent. Who knows if she was drugged, or drunk when she had sex with those other 2 frat boys. But then taking pictures and circulating them around is ridiculous. comparing a willing bottom in a single allowing multiple guys to fuck him/takes pics/video is completely different and fucking disgusting to compare the 2 as “kinks and being subjective of each other.” being forcibly raped IS NOT A kink. Having pictures taken of you, without your knowledge and then circulated IS WRONG and is NOT A kink

Ahh, gotcha. Oh well, maybe someday well be able wrack up some more intimate meets where we can post some candids of us enjoying each other's pleasures! Always fun to think about!

It always cracked me up the day after a dance party there would be a chorus of ***dongs*** from people walking into barrels because they had been rearranged,

I went to the last one, and let me assure you, there is no strict door policy regarding age, looks or body type. If they put something like that on their website, it’s simply an aspirational marketing ploy. Presumably they think they’ll get more guys showing up to the event if everyone thinks it’s going to be full of fit muscular types, etc. The guys that run it are actually very friendly, and it’s definitely an ‘attitude free’ zone, like most of Jamie HP’s events. The flip side of this relaxed approach is that it’s not very well organized, and the rules aren’t really enforced at all. It soon degenerates into a general orgy, with hoods removed, mares fucking mares and stallions fucking stallions. Having said that, I found the first hour or so very hot- a massive fuck fest, with loads of sexual energy. Inevitably that starts to fade, though- and after a couple of hours the party is more or less over, so don’t expect a long evening. As far as condoms are concerned, mares have a choice of white or red hoods- white for condoms, red for raw. Almost all the mares chose red. Obviously tops can still use condoms on red-hooded mares, and strictly-speaking, those mares have to take it. I don’t remember seeing/feeling any condoms when I was there. I would love to try a Horsefair party in Berlin, where apparently the rules are enforced much more strictly. The downside of this is that the rules regarding looks and body type are also enforced more strictly… and at my age, I don’t know if I want to travel all the way to Berlin, just to be turned away at the door by some snotty stable hand for being ‘too old’.

This reminds me of the time i was the barracks slut. Started with just my roomate, we shared a room between the two of us and four rooms shared a common kitchen/shower area. Then it eventually spread, and anytime anyone struck out at the bar or wanted to release a load they always came knocking. it wasnt unusual for me to wake up with someone sticking a cock in my mouth or playing with my ass. the best was in the morning when i was instructed to wait in the shower area on my knees with my mouth open. Sometimes i was fed cock other times they would piss in my mouth before showering. Loved that posting and being the barracks whore.

Chapter 25 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. Horse said to the Pig “ I just finished trying to get in that Kids dirty ass. I need cleaned off, get busy “. The Pig stared licking the shaft like it was ice cream. He had that same foul taste but he was enjoying it.. after he had licked the shaft clean he went down to get whatever he could find on Horse’s ball sack. He never noticed until now how big is sack was. How loaded it was with cum. He started licking the sack when Horse said “ God damn, you’re one hot Pig. Lick my nuts, get them in your mouth”. The Pig did what he could and apparently Horse liked it. He pulled his legs up and the Pig started licking Horse’s hairy taint and then the dry puckered ass hole. Horse groaned when he felt the hot tong working his hole. Horse was a strict top and almost never let anyone do anything to his ass but this was so wild. Knowing the pig was recently an uptight fag and knowing what he was getting shot into him, either his arm or ass and drinking everything that was offered, was driving him wild. It was then that horse decided that either way, this Pig was going to get his monster cock balls dep and he would get his AIDs cum deep into his guts. Horse pulled him up and moved his head to his cock, he told the Pig to suck on it get it ready for his ass. He was trying and finally got the head of the monster in his mouth. The cock was not only unbelievably long but the shaft was bigger around than a pop can and the Mushroom head was even bigger. He was able to what seemed to be half the cock in his mouth when the Pig told him that he barely got it in his mouth. This sent a shiver through the Pig’s body knowing that this was going to get in him again. While he was bent over he let a cock pushing up his ass. A familiar voice said “ I am going to get you ready. Yu thought I was big in your hotel room, just wait “. The Pig knew who it was and how big the cock was an the damage it did when he crammed in all the way. The guy pumped in the Pig for a while and then went balls deep and came. There was pressure when he went deep but it didn’t hurt like last time. He could feel the guy throbbing deep in his ass. The pig suddenly remembered what he said about his cum. Once again the realization that he was taking toxic cum in his guts made this situation all to real. He remembered what the guy said to the Kid in the sling before he ate and sucked everything out of the Kid’s ass. The guy told the Kid that he would have more than on bug in that ass after this time and probably more that meds can fix. This both scared him but in a perverse way it excited him. He wanted to pass the bugs to someone else. The guy pulled out and told the Pig to use the cum as lube for the Horse size cock he was about to get. At the same time the guy rubbed some lube on the Pig’s hole. He figured it would be the cooling lube like last time but instead it started burning. The burning seemed to fade quickly and he realized the guy was using here large fingers in his hole to stretch him open. He was enjoying the stretching when the guy put fingers from his other hand in and moved them apart, painfully stretching the hole. The Pig couldn’t say anything because Horse was trying to get more of is mammoth cock in his mouth.

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Thanks bud. Building these characters for what’s ahead puts me on a roller coaster ride as well. The gritty reality of early military life truly does define the men they eventually become. Rites of passage come in many forms, and as you well know the military provides many of those. Some are not welcome, and all are best earned through hardship. The mechanics of how that functions on a personal level fascinates me, which I always hope comes through in my story. If I can provide a stirring of emotion and desire to sympathize I’m happy.

Sex addiction is a vague and controversial term. The concept extends from the Xian moralist ideas that one partner should be sexually fulfilling for you, forever, owing in great part because the religion has treated sex and Love as synonyms when they, in fact, are not. The view is that males go from partner to partner because we are not satisfied and in our addiction to sexual pleasure we can't be satisfied. This is a false. Scientific research has shown that monogamy is NOT natural for most mammals and even paired mammals in the animal kingdom have sex with others. I have the highly promiscuous sex I do because it is so incredible I want to enjoy it again and again. We are fulfilled and because we find sex so fulfilling, we seek out more. It's in our male DNA. Can sex become an addiction? Yes it can. But like all addictions, that point arrives when the sexual activities interfere with your regular life functions (job, home upkeep, non-sexual socializing). Most of the time, though, when you hear the term used, it is through the moralist lens. And the Christian idea of sex addiction is as false as most of it's sexual dogma. So in my hypersexual still fully functional life, I am happier and healthier than most Bible-waving Christians out there because I am in tough with myself as a sexual animal and have rejected the religion's sexual guilt and shame about my penis and libido. I just finished 5 days at CLAW leather and kink fetish event in Cleveland OH. I have had piles of guys I have played with using my own fat penis, taking theirs in my mouth and ass and being fisted in multiple sessions everyday. Yeah, I'm great!

It is definitely the best way to fuck. As I get older I like to slip it in as soon as the previous breeder pulls out, no sense wasting that fully opened and lubed hole.

I have a regular young top that loves to breed me anon.... Do I now class him as a regular FB as I've never seen him......... I take loads from FB, s as well as anon or random...... I love anon/random as I love all the different cum in me from strangers.... Could say I'm a DNA collector.

He texted outta the blue. He was in town and wanted to meet up. He asked if I minded I he brought a lady friend?? I wasn't quite sure what to say! He said he would be at my place at 8pm. Same same he asked.. I replied yes. All day I was worked up in anticipation.. Off work head home? Shower. Shaved. Have a drink and wait. 7:50 I strip and go to the bed room. Lube up and lay face down on my custom built fuck bench. It's padded. Has hand hold everything a good cock whore needed. Shortly I hear the door chime. Vibrating in anticipation I wait. THEY both come in my room. I can see them but hear them. He's is getting undressed I know. Someone slaps my ass. A warm body rubs against my ass, I feel his cock sliding up and down my crack teasing me. Then he's in.. just like before, the size is startling, the depth pushes me too and past my limits. He's gental, deep slow strokes. Yet powerful. She rubbing my back. I an smell her. He's picking up the pace slamin me into the bench. Harder and harder he breeds me. Omg I almost forgot how it made me feel. Full owned and used.

A top who says that they are almost there and coming, you wait 10 mins and he says he’s almost there and wait another 10 mins. It’s like waiting for fucking Godot or something. Then after 2 hours they show up to high or drink to get it up…..

**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."

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.

I sure miss CL.

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."

I was 10 the first time my dad was able to cum inside of me. It had taken months of stretching and just practicing with just the head because it hurt. I'll never forget how it felt. He had tears in his eyes and I was so proud. We were both addicted after that moment....

I despise this topic being in the HIV and Sexual Health section because the title basically begs the ignoramuses to crawl out if the woodwork and regurgitate still more pro-pozzing blather as if it were an equally valid point of view, just another lifestyle choice like deciding how to wear your hair, instead of a question that bears on the health of not only the individual but every person the individual has intimate contact with. Statements along the lines of “I’m now enjoying fucking freely in my permanent pursuit of pleasure” or “I got a prescription for PrEP but didn’t bother to fill it because there’s no need - I’m now free to be fucked by everyone” make me grind my teeth. Permanent pursuit of pleasure? No need of prevention because you’ve arrived at Shangri-Fucking-La? This is what is going to happen - you’re going to fuck and celebrate how glorious it is to be poz, and fuck some more, and tell everyone how lucky you are… and then one day, out of the blue, you’ll get a headache. Or a cough. And that headache or that cough will get bad enough that you have to go to the doctor. And the doctor will check you out, and his brow will crease, because this is no ordinary headache, no ordinary cough. They’ll run a few tests. Then they’ll run a few more. Then you get a fever, and the doctor decides you need to go to the hospital. By this point the headache feels like hammers in your skull. After a couple of days in the hospital, where you’re hooked up to IVs, you wake up to find a row of specialists at your bedside. They say, “Sir, we’re sorry to have to tell you that you have AIDS. Your immune system has been decimated and you are suffering from fungal meningitis. We will do what we can to save you. Right now, you must go to have fluid drained from your spine.” What? How can that be? You’re poz! You’re free! You’re permanently in the clear to live it up, and fuck every day with abandon, living every day as though it were your last. Well, guess what. That night, you have a stroke, brought on by the fungal meningitis that you got because the HIV you wanted so much ate your body’s defenses down to nothing. Maybe you don’t survive the stroke. Maybe you do, but you can’t walk straight, or talk right, or sign your own name anymore, or remember how to finish sentences when you’re talking. But hey, you’re alive. You get to go home. But things aren’t the same. You feel like absolute shit, you have no energy at all, and that sweet toned ass you were so keen to show off loses its tone because you just can’t exercise - you have no energy, and you’ve lost your balance. You wanted permanent? Sweetie, you’ve got permanent now, big-time. The damage to your body you get to live with from now on. No need for pills? Au contraire, mon frére - now you must take your ART pill every fucking day without fail, or the poz you wanted so much will take any opportunity it can get to pick up right where it left off killing you. And then you get shingles, because your body forgot you had chicken pox as a kid. And your junk gets covered with molluscum for months, which nobody with a healthy immune system gets because a healthy immune system can beat molluscum easy. You just don’t have one. In fact, you’re going to have to get quite a few vaccinations just to cover the absolute minimum that an immune system has to do until your body fights its way back to some kind of immune competence. Which could take months. Or years. You’ll see a lot of doctors, and you’ll see them often. Hope you’ve got good insurance and a really understanding employer, because you’re going to need some time off work. Like, a lot of time off work. Depending on how bad the stroke was, maybe permanent time off work, but hey - you’re all about permanence, right? So bonus! Fast-forward a few years. Maybe you’ve recovered most of the function you lost from the stroke, but your body will never be what it used to be. Neither will your immune system, which has struggled to get close to what would be the minimum normal for anyone healthy. You get sick a lot. You have to be careful. You’re back to fucking - hey, why not, you’re poz! Free as fuck to indulge in your permanent search for pleasure. Except you get tired more easily, and your body isn’t as attractive and never will be again, and in the back of your mind every evening, you think Don’t forget to take your pill. Because now, you never, ever, ever forget that you are HIV Positive. It’s with you always, and most of the time there’s not one thing sexy about it. It’s the millstone around your neck you can never take off. And as if it weren’t bad enough that you’re willing to do this to yourselves, some of you are perfectly willing to irresponsibly pass your contagion on to others because you can’t be fucking bothered. Worse still, there are sick, psychopathic motherfuckers who want to intentionally inflict all of that on somebody else. If you are one such person, please, please go straight to hell. I mean, why wait? And can we please dispense with that ridiculous tripe about how anybody who walks into a bathhouse has to expect to be exposed to pozzing? NO, We DON’T. These arguments are nothing more than apologists for giver/chasers who believe they ought to be allowed to indulge their insane fetish in the population at large, and infect people at random in a setting where they are at their most vulnerable. Yes, when I go ass-up at a bathhouse I’m aware of and accept the risk that STDs may be in circulation, but there is no reason that the community has to tolerate the inflicted harm - not risk, inflicted harm - of untreated poz men who either by negligence or intent pass on their disease to the unwary. Another poster above apologized that his answer might not be exciting. You’re not getting an apology from me. What you just read is what I’ve lived. No, it’s not fucking exciting. Learn the difference between reality and fantasy before it kills you.

"Its Cumplay of course." Michael laughed, with his ever so horny grin. "Master the art of cumplay, and you will always be loved by pig poz tops. "Sure thing, lets get started then!" I replied, still high on poppers. Michael and Peter was eager to use me, that was easy to tell. They were looking at each other, smiling, and sticking their tongue out. Peter explained the jar of cum and the condoms: "Last weekend Michael was out of town for work. So I hosted a gangbang of myself here, on this very bed. I had guys coming all weekend, I was ready at all times. Of course, like you will soon, I didnt care what the tops wanted. If they wanted a long pounding of my hole - they pound my ass for an hour. If they wanted anon pump and dump - they get to do that. The important thing is for me to please the top. Its my purpose. Only thing annoying is the stupid cowards wanting to play safe with condoms. I really hate those. But every seond they fuck me with condom on, I think of all the fun stuff I can do with it afterwards, so I accepte them still. The condoms I left as they were, while I pushed out the cum from my ass every now and then collecting it in the jar." Michael added: "I had no idea he did this, but when I arrived home monday afternoon, looking for frozen fruit mix in the freezer, I quickly recognized the jar and condoms in the corner. So we talked a bit, and decided to look for a new whore. And voilà, here you are, slut!" I was just smiling. THis turned me on so fucking much. All the cocks, the men, the chests, the cum, the sweat. Wow. The poppers was going down, so I pointed at the bottle in Peters hand. "Fuck yeah, whore, you got the taste of the good life!" he said, and made me hit, hold and release. I was incredibly horny and ready for fun! My hole was still gaping after Peters huge black cock. Michael and peter took a hit of poppers for themselves, and turned into two fucking sex beasts. Wildly moving around, eating my ass, preparing it, spitting at my hole, fingering it, spitting in my mouth and to each other, flexing their muscles. Michael took the syringe, sucked up some of the cum from the jar. Peter adjusted my position, forced my legs and ass up, bending at my neck and back (of course all pigs reading this will know this from their own experience..) Michael placed the syringe over my hole, he didnt need to put it inside, cause my hole was open. He pushed, and a thick flow of white, toxic poz cum flowed down into my hole. I felt the gentle cool inside my hole build up. It was amazing to have all this unknown cum inside me. I loved it. "Now, ready for my big black poz cock again!" Peter said, and without further warning, he pushed all of heas meat inside me.

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?

I think I'm coming out of the celebate cycle and am wanting to get back into action. I find these are the most difficult times in this cycle, though....I want to make it count with a good experience, but those are never guaranteed. Guess I'm being a bit picky at the moment, meaning I'm still in my somewhat-dry spell. You'd think I'd be annoyed or frustrated about it, but I'm actually not. The guys who have been hitting me up lately sink their chances within a few messages (drug use, uninteresting propositions, etc.) Here's hoping I can find a guy with an interesting proposition where we have great sex that may lead to a regular release. That's my personal aim.

Now and then, SketchySex or FraternityX or one of those imprints will cast some slightly older, usually "edgy" looking men, perhaps to complement the college-aged bottoms and challenge the college-aged fellow tops. The older men tend to demonstrate greater affinity for the bottoms. They may touch more, offer some encouraging (rather than only demeaning) comments, and show preference for a particular bottom. Maybe the story line is that the older men are still straight (how ridiculous!) but that they're more secure in their sexual identity than the fraternity brothers (who might, viewers are led to believe, "turn gay" at any moment if they risk showing any tenderness or affection for the bottoms they're breeding). As always, @hntnhole, your comments invite me to think about things that I might otherwise take for granted.

Finally did it today went to sauna could only find 1 so i used it felt such a slut

Honestly where to start…. • guys who can’t stay hard ( sorry tops ) • bad hygiene.. sorry but if that breathe and dick smell is a big NO for me • general bad attitude.. like we’re both here for mutually pleasurable sex, so what’s with the attitude • guys who’s aren’t sexually confident ( who’ve bigged up there sexual prowess before a hookup but really have no idea how to please the bottom ) I have more but I don’t want to sound like a douche bag 🤣🤣

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.

321 or Slammers is the ultimate sex club. The set up is perfect. Whether your top or bottom you will get what your looking for. Its a BYOB so if your want a drink bring your own bottle. There is no to little attitude there. You have men who are there for a reason and purpose. If you want to have sex you will. It could be in the public area, the bj area or one of the many small rooms that are all available without paying extra. there are a couple slings in the public area and booths. Anyone who complains about it is usually the kind of person who would complain about hitting the lottery. I go there almost every weekend and at the worse the time i have there is good at best the time I have there is fucken amazing.

would love to find out some of these boys have been pozzed

Dark Haired Fit Muscle Cunt makes the purdiest goddamn faces while gettin' pounded out on the mensroom floor. [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://dn0.newtumbl.com/img/1105527/141854144/1/169104029/nT_zzskqxr67yhxy3sv1hcuh9zt.mp4

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

Part 3: Stealth fucked while on a lay-over. The weekend was wild. I ended up staying at the hotel for a few hours, getting fucked by the guys in the room, hanging out, getting high, then getting fucked again. However, the shame of it caught up to me. At work, I felt like people could tell I was whore. I interpreted every glance as a confirmation that others knew I was a depraved, desperate, dick hungry whore. Shortly after the weekend I picked up a three day pairing that took me across parts of central north america. These pairings often were some fun, but there were plenty of down moments as well, where we would stay overnight in a fairly small town with regional airports. Thankfully, this hotel was close to the downtown and not to far away from the highway. I managed to get through the first two days pretty well, mostly keeping to myself and hanging out at the hotels on my time off. I jerked off a little and got drunk by myself in the hotel room, but the wildness of the previous weekend kept me away Grindr and other apps. By the time we arrived at the final hotel in our third layover, I was getting pretty horny and starting to dream about what might happen when I got home and had 5 uninterrupted days off. Would I be slutty again? I had fully deleted the apps off my phone but I was itching to download them again. The crew I was with headed straight to check-in and all were ready to go to dinner, but I was thinking I might skip. However, the thought of hooking up wasn’t too good either, as our rooms were always close together and having random men coming in and out of my room (and potentially in me), could get me in trouble or at least have them notice or suspect something was up. I got to my room feeling lost and frustrated, figuring I might just be a good boy and stay in and jerk off, when I noticed the bathroom was completely flooded. I couldnt stay here, however the staff downstairs were quick to find a solution. It wasn’t long before I was in a new room, with a much bigger space, and on a completely different floor and area of the hotel. Before long, I was alone again after having let the crew know I was staying in and moved to a different room. I was gifted a bottle of champagne for the trouble of switching rooms and I brought it with me to the bathroom. I figured I might as well have a nice bath. I turned the water up so hot, put on some music and drank champagne in the bath. I grabbed a bottle of poppers in one of the other cities and thankfully, as I am a crew member, my bags are rarely searched, so I didnt have to worry about anything falling out. As I was rooting through my clothes and bags something fell out a pair of jeans I had brought with me and hit the bathroom floor. I was already naked at this point, feeling a bit slutty, but really feeling like I needed to do my best to be good. But all I wanted to do was be bad. I lifted up the items from the floor and saw that what had fallen out was actually a couple of baggies of party favors from a couple of weeks ago. I must have been wearing those jeans out and about and forgotten any of this was there. I had heard stories of crew members smuggling all kinds of shit over the years, but I was too nervous, yet here it was, I had smuggled some powder and pills accidentally on this trip. No sooner did I realize this when I got a text message from the head flight attendant letting me know the delays were starting, it was likely we are going to be here for at least a day and a half. My mind started making decisions really quickly. I couldnt bring these drugs back on the plane, and now I was here for much longer than I anticipated. The tub was filling up, I was feeling a bit tipsy, it was still only 6pm in the evening. There was plenty of time to get into trouble, but also a really great opportunity to be innocent. To be good. To prove to myself that I could just stay in and not hook up. Fuck it. I turned off the tub as it was getting pretty full. I grabbed the pills, looking like a couple hits of molly, and swallowed both with a big swig of champagne. I was in another city, now with too much time on my hands, and a really horny urge to get fucked. I sat down on the edge of the tub and opened grindr. I knew it was going to be a while before I started feeling the effects of the pills. I didnt even touch the powder. There were a bunch of messages. I was taking swigs of the champagne, right from the bottle and touching my dick here and there. Most of the messages were innocent enough, but one account caught my eye. He was 100 meters away, mostly blank profile with some stats indicating he was 45, daddy type, and discreet. I climbed into the tub with the champagne and my phone nearby, and the poppers within reach. I had the lights turned down low and figured I might as well settle in. I opened the message from the 45 year old daddy. Daddy45: “Hey, you are close. In from out of town?” Me: Hey sup? Yeh. here for one night. Daddy45: What are you looking for? Top, bttm? Looks like you might be at the hotel nearby. I figured I still had an opportunity to be good. I could just chat. I could just stay within this hotel room, by myself, get room service, watch tv, and just do my own thing. But already, I was feeling the effects of the drink and some slight tingles from the pills. Working on my feet all day with very little food seems to have set me up for a quick high. Me: Yeh, kinda horny. At a hotel. Vers bttm here. Probably just chatting though. The chat went on like this for a little bit. Mostly small talk. Then he sent a pic of his dick with the message, “really horny here… looking to blow my load. You in? Got a pic?” I didnt respond. I just sat there thinking, fuck. This feels awfully familiar. I could invite him over, maybe just suck him, I dont need to fuck. I also have condoms and lube, so I could just be safe. I could be in control. I didnt need to lose it like last time. Or? I could be a slut. Next to my toiletry bag was my flying kit, in it was a sleep mask that could easily become a blindfold. Fuck. Me: Hrmmm. I would be open to sucking you… I sent him a pic of me in my jockstrap and tshirt, with my face blurred out, side profile, showing my hard cock in the pouch and my bare ass. Daddy45: Room number? I could be there in 10 mins. I paused for a bit. Was I really doing this? I felt mostly fine, mostly in control. Me: Give me 30. I need to clean up. Im in room 803. Door will be unlocked. Daddy45: Cool. Just a quickie cool? Im just looking to get off. Me: Cool yeh. Sounds good. I closed my phone apps and I decided to get cleaned out just in case. Already I was starting to feel swirly. I put on a deep electronic playlist on my phone and drained the tub. I started to feel nervous and was getting shaky like I usually do when I am anticipating being a slut, but I pushed through and started cleaning up. I was much quicker than usual, lack of food probably helped. Even though I gave him 30 minutes, I was ready in 15. I threw on a jockstrap, a tshirt, and grabbed my sleep mask, poppers, drugs, and headed to the main room. I was given a suite with a living area and a bedroom. I laid out on the large couch in the living area and opened up the apps. Grindr had a few more messages. I was fully intending on just sucking off this one guy, but I knew I could go crazy, and I was obviously considering more since I had cleaned out, but there was a little innocent voice inside me saying, “You can be good”. But I needed to be bad. I messaged Daddy45 and told him I was ready. Me: Im done. Ill be in the main area on my knees, blindfolded, and ready to suck you off. Daddy45: Hot. Blindfold eh? Be there in 5. I responded to a few other messages, mostly blank profiles with single word messages. Given it was a small rural area, I figured this was a strong hold for horny closet cases and travellers. The five minutes went by pretty quickly. I decided to watch the app and see what else might happen. I was starting to feel really high by this point and knew that I was headed for trouble. I decided to take a few rips of powder and follow it up with a big swig of champagne. The result was immediate. I felt wild. I saw a message from Daddy45. “Just getting in the elevator. You ready?” My heart was pounding like crazy. My dick was rock hard. And I felt like I was going to burst or melt, all at the same time. I turned off the music, took a few huge hits of poppers. Daddy45: Walking down the hall. You good? Poppers started kicking in. I was feeling ravenous, uncontrollable, and like I was ready to ruin my life. Me: Yeh I am ready. Shove your cock in my mouth. I slipped the mask over my face and threw everything under the couch, just as I heard the door open. I heard footsteps, the removal of clothing, and breathing. He approached me and I sat there mostly motionless, with my hands at my sides with the poppers in one hand. He whispered in a low growl. “Fucking hot”, as I felt him pull my head forward. His rock hard dick hit my face before he shoved it in my mouth with a grunt. I started sucking immediately, long deep sucks, pulling my tongue along the underside of his cock as I bobbed up and down in deep strokes. I arched my back and humped the air slightly, my horniness and highness getting the better of me. He just groaned. I felt him slide his hands down my back and pull at the strap of the jock as he fucked my face. He tasted amazing. He was a little wet, uncut, and average thickness and length. Maybe a bit on the girthy side, but totally manageable. My fav kind of dick to suck because I can control so much of it with each movement. It was delicious. His body seemed fairly solid, beefy daddy type. He pushed in and out, mostly groaning and using one hand on my head, the other to stroke my back and pull at my jock strap. He leaned over a little further as he plowed my mouth and there was just enough room for him to reach my ass checks and hole. He groaned deeply. Daddy45: Fuck dude. You have a hot ass. You wanna get fucked? My inhibitions were slowly sliding away. I tried to pick up the pace on his dick, hoping at least that I could get him to cum and I wouldnt have to respond to his question, but it didnt seem to deter him. He started slightly tapping at my hole before pulling his hand away from my ass. I kept sucking, before hearing him spit and then feeling his hand going back to my ass with his middle finger slipping in. I was pretty high by this point so he didnt face any resistance. Daddy45: Fuck dude, you are so hot. That hole, damn. Turn around and let me see it at least? I kept sucking. I was in a trance of sorts, just focused on getting his cum in my mouth. However, I was losing any sense that I could control this situation. He pulled out and tapped my face and my ass. He spoke again, this time more firmly, “Turn around”. I did as I was told. Things were escalating quickly. I presented my ass to him. I was on the living room floor, now with my elbows on ground, doggy style, with my fresh hole and ass being presented up to a man I have never met before. He seemed to like it. Daddy45: Fuck dude, such a hot hole. I felt a tongue at my ass. Fuck. This was going to be impossible to get out of. I opened the bottle of poppers and took a few huge hits. He noticed and told me to keep hitting those poppers and that he wanted this ass. I felt a tiny shred of innocence still left in me, a thread of not wanting to repeat the mistakes of the past in this current moment. That tiny shred allowed me to respond. Me: “If you wanna fuck me, there are condoms and lube in the bag in the bathroom. Has to be quick though” He just responded with a low grunt and dove a bit deeper in my ass with his tongue before getting up and walking away, presumably to the bathroom to get the supplies. He wasn’t long. I heard the sounds of a bottle being opened, followed by the sounds of a condom wrapper being opened. He was quick though, it didnt take much time at all before I felt the dick head at my hole, with some lube being applied as well. He slid it up and down the crack a few times. I moved my hand back to touch the dick but he pulled away and I heard slick noises as he stroked his dick. Daddy45: Hit those poppers deep. Get ready for me. I did as I was told. Just as I started inhaling I felt him thrust forward and enter me. He did it really roughly knocking me over and onto my chest. I was now face down ass up on the carpeted floor and he was fully on top of me, all of his weight. He just sat there for a few moments, deep inside me and not moving. Daddy45: Ill just fuck for a bit and then you can finish me off by sucking okay? I just groaned. He started slowly pumping. Not pulling out much, just gyrating around in my hole, fully implanted. I was so grateful he was wearing a condom at least. I had some amount of control. I kept hitting the poppers and my mind was flying. As I took some more hits he started pulling out more and shoving it deep again. I could hear his heavy breathing, but also, just next to my head under the couch, I could hear my phone vibrating. Brrrp brrrp. Probably more men who wanted to use my holes. Daddy was breathing heavy, and I could feel sweat from his beefy body coating my back. My shirt was getting wet and my jock strap band on my back felt soaked. He groaned and made guttural noises as he plowed my ass. I just laid there and took it. I started moving my hips a little bit to make his thrusts go deeper. It felt so incredible. Warm, wet, sloppy, and deep. I wanted this and I knew I wanted this from the moment I stepped off that plane. Daddy45: Fuck dude, you love this dont you? He kept pumping, his breathing getting way heavier. Daddy45: Man, this feels so good. You like my balls? You like it deep. Feel those balls slapping against your taint. Fuck yeh. Tell me you want my balls. You want my balls? I just groaned. I had never been asked this before. I had guys last weekend ask me, “You want my load?” and Daddy was asking in a similar tone, but it didnt make any sense. He picked up the pace and started diving deeper. He pulled up off my back slightly, and i could feel sweat dripping down. Daddy45: You want my balls? Yeh, you want them. You want those balls deep. Take them. Fuck yeh. He pushed deep and plowed hard. He stopped slightly, but I could feel him pumping. It felt like a climax, but he kept pumping. He also told me he wanted me to suck him off, so I just assumed he was feeling it. At least he was wearing the condom. He paused and I muttered, “Did you cum?” He just groaned something like “no”, and pulled out. I heard him get up and it sounded like he went to the bathroom and wiped up. I got back to my knees feeling like something wasnt right. I felt different. Full. However, he wasnt long gone and next thing I knew he was shoving his dick in my mouth again. Cept, this time he was sitting on the couch and I was over him. He was slightly soft, but still hard enough. I started sucking and he just laid there. This went on a for a few minutes until he grabbed my head, shoved me down to the base of his cock, and spasmed. He didnt last long and it didnt feel like much, but he came in my mouth, well the back of my throat, and I could taste it. I backed away, coughed a bit, and just kneeled there while feeling my cock through my jock. He got up silently, didnt say another word, just started getting dressed. As he did, I started feeling my ass and hole. It was very wet. I was about to say something when I heard the door click. He left. I took off the sleep mask and felt the room spinning around me. With my other hand I felt my asshole and it was so slick. I shoved a couple of fingers inside me and as I did I felt liquid come out of my hole and land on the carpet. What the fuck? I was spinning a bit but I looked around the room and saw the condom wrapper, but I could see the condom was still inside the wrapper. The fucker stealthed me… and I loved it. He shot a load in my ass when he was going on about his balls and wanting his balls. Clever. I got his balls alright, all their juice was inside my ass. Well, some was in my throat as well. I heard the phone vibrating nearby. I grabbed it and my supplies under the couch and headed to the bed. I laid on my back, fingering myself, while opening hook up apps and sites. I got a load even though I did my best to avoid one. I got a load, even though the innocence in me wanted me to avoid it. I looked out the window from the bed and I could see the storm was staring. Well, I might as well see what else was happening around town. I was now very high, fully loaded, and stuck in this town for at least another 36 hours or so. I might as well let go. Brrp brrp. Blank profile: “You looking? Top here” Me: “Yeh. Hosting now. Come on over…” Sent him my location, room number, and a pic of me laying ass up in the bed I was currently in. Blank profile: “On my way” I guess I was on my way too. On my way to being a slut, even though I told myself I wasnt going to. Again. I hit a line of powder, a huge hit of poppers, then slid the sleep mask down and waited. Here we go again.

Part 2 Danny: The day after I was in the hot tub with Stu he called me over as I was running past his house at the end of my run. He offered me twenty bucks an hour to help him clean out the house. I could work a couple hours a few days a week. More if I wanted. The money would sure come in handy and it was more than I was making down at the hardware store working mornings. I only had a month before I headed off to college anyway. I went over for my first day on Monday wearing a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt. It was hot in the house and I regretted not wearing shorts. Before too long I had to take my tee shirt off since it was drenched in sweat. I wanted to take my jeans off too, but I just had a jockstrap on and while we had been naked in the hot tub I figured that wasn’t appropriate. We were finding boxes stuffed everywhere. I found several under the bed and pulled them out to the middle of the room. We started opening them and the second box I opened shocked me. There were a few sex toys inside it and I gasped. Stu noticed and asked “What?” I showed him the box and he laughed. “Damn, the old lady has some surprises, huh? Let’s see… vibrator, a couple dildos… They look pretty recent, I wonder when the last time she used these? Glad to know she still had a sex drive at her age. Nothing I want, might as well pitch them” he said. I took a few boxes, including the one with sex toys down to the garbage can. I put the dildos in a bag and hid them out of sight, figuring I would pick them up when I left. Later, I took them home and stashed them under my bed and then went off for my run. The next day I went over and dressed better. I had an old pair of running shorts and a tank top, but I soon took the tank off. Both of us were sweating but we finished emptying one of the small bedrooms so there was just an old bed in there. We started in on another room and I came across a box of old black and white pictures. When I asked where he wanted me to put them he told me to put them on his bed in his bedroom to sort through later. I walked down the hall and opened the door. Stu had obviously cleaned this room up first. It was freshly painted and fully decorated. There were pictures on the wall of Stu and a lots of different guys. In fact, the only picture of a woman was one of an older woman by herself on the night stand. I looked the pictures over and noticed most of the guys were either naked or damn close to it. Stu was kissing a guy in a few of them. My cock was getting harder the more I looked. I guess I took too long and Stu was standing at the door. “Like what you see?” he asked. Fuck, I was busted. My mind raced and all I could say was “You have a lot of friends.” He laughed a little. “Yeah, I guess I do. Lots of good memories there. I guess you can figure out from those pics that some are more than friends” he said. I looked back at him and then realized what he was talking about. “You’re gay?” I asked. “Yeah, 100 percent. Never dated or fucked a girl. I hope you’re ok with it” Stu replied No one had ever told me they were gay before. Maybe that was why I was attracted to him. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I replied. I was being honest. “Uh.. How did you know?” I asked. He looked back at me and grinned. “I got turned on by looking at guys. Women just didn’t do anything for me. How about you? Do you ever get turned on by guys?” Stu said. I blushed and didn’t know what to say. Should I be honest? “Yeah, sometimes” I said quietly. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone is different. Just do what you enjoy and don’t worry so much about what other people think. Uh… Lets call it a day and you can go for your run” he replied. I was really happy that the conversation didn’t continue. It was hard to get into the groove that day during my run. I kept thinking about Stu and his question. — Stu: Danny didn’t come over the next day after I outed myself to him and asked if he liked guys. I figured I had blown it. But the following day he came over and it was back to the same routine. He would work about fifteen minutes and then his shirt would come off. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than his sweaty body. He looked so hot. I could see the outline of his jockstrap through his well worn running shorts. There seemed to be a nice bulge that I dreamed about sucking on. We didn’t really talk much that day until he suddenly asked “Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I laughed. He sounded a little like my mother when she would ask if I had one. “Once, a long time ago. We broke up since I like to play around and he wanted a monogamous relationship” I replied. We talked a bit more but everything was vague. I was hoping he would ask more questions. Right before he left I suggested that he watch some porn to see what stuff excited him. I even gave him a few sites to look at and hinted he should look at both gay and straight porn. The next day we were emptying another bedroom and he mentioned he was only going to be around another three weeks. I was disappointed, since I really did like having him around. He was good eye candy and fun to talk to. We took a couple boxes down to the garbage cans and as we walked back into the house Danny asked “How do you meet guys?” I put my arm around his shoulder and led him into the living room and to the couch. “There’s lots of ways, Danny. There are hookup apps and dating apps, websites too. Sometimes the gym is a good place, but you need to be careful not to ask the wrong guys. When you’re a bit older you can hit bars. In the city there’s a bathhouse. And if you’re really adventurous there are some cruising spots. It just depends on what you’re looking for - companionship or just to fuck” I replied. He seemed a bit shocked at how casual I was talking about this. “Uh… you mean some guys just meet for sex?” Danny asked. It took everything I had to not burst out laughing. I chuckled a bit, though, and told him “That’s what gay men are known for. Until recently, gays couldn’t get married so we did what males have done for centuries - had sex with whomever we wanted.” I wanted to ask him if he had ever done anything with a guy, but I was waiting for the right moment. I did rest my hand on his leg. “Oh, I guess that makes sense” Danny said. — Danny: Once I knew that Stu was gay, my mind came up with thousands of questions to ask. I wanted to know everything, but also didn’t want to let him know I had no idea where to meet guys that might be interested in me or what to do when we met. I started to call him to tell him I would be over the next day, but my stomach was in knots I was so nervous. I calmed down and went over the day after that and slowly worked up courage to ask a few questions. I started out easy, asking him if he ever had boyfriends. He told me he had one, which surprised me. He said he preferred fooling around with more than one guy which I found really hot. I asked a few more simple questions but couldn’t figure out how to ask the bigger ones. The next day I went back, more to talk to Stu than to work. I finally got the nerve to ask the first of my big questions and asked how gay guys find others to meet. As soon as I asked, my body broke out in cold sweat. I had just told him I was a virgin with men, so that’s about as big as it gets. He was really cool, though. He told me places to go and a few online ideas too. We were sitting on his couch, talking and we were really close. He put his hand on my leg and I felt my body get goosebumps all over it. I turned my head and looked him in the eye. We stared at each other for a good 30 seconds as I tried to get up the nerve for my next big question. I tried to ask it, but all that came out was “I… Uh… Uhh….” so I decided to do it without words. I leaned in and kissed him. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I had this sexy man next to me and he was kissing me back. It wasn’t just a quick, friendly kiss, either. I felt his tongue press on my lips and I opened them. This was just like I had done with the girls I had dated and fucked, but this time I was really excited. I wasn’t just going through the motions like I did with the girls. Our tongues started dancing in my mouth and then in his. Stu moved closer and pushed me down on to the couch. He was on top of me and it felt so good with our sweaty bodies grinding into each other as we kissed. My dick was so hard inside my jockstrap and I knew it was going to burst free any moment. We had been kissing for a few minutes and Stu stopped. He looked back at me with a big smile and then started kissing down my body. He sucked and bit on my nipples and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I moaned out and I hoped that no one heard me. I felt his hands grab on to my shorts and he pulled both my shorts and jockstrap down. My cock slapped against his chest as it broke free from the clothes. A second later, he was putting his lips around my dick and sucking on it. It felt amazing. It was so much better than the two girls that had sucked me before. They both lasted less than a minute before they stopped. Not Stu. It was almost like he was making love to my dick. He took it all the way down and flexed his throat around it which almost made me shoot. Stu spent almost twenty minutes on it before he stopped and then moved back up my body and kissed me again. “We probably should go somewhere more private” he said. — Stu: I could tell he wanted to ask more questions, but I figured he was too embarrassed to ask. We looked at each other for maybe 15 seconds and then he started to say something but then just leaned in and kissed me. Oh my fucking god. Those lips were so soft and I wasn’t going to stop him. After a few minutes I slipped my tongue to his lips and they just parted. We went back and forth exploring each others mouths as I laid him down on the sofa. My hands roamed over his body as I laid on top of him. I knew we only had a couple weeks of possible play time and I said “to hell with going slow” to myself. Eventually I started kissing and licking down his body. I started sucking on his left nipple and felt his body spasm a bit and I knew he was one of those guys that love to have their nips played with. I felt I had the chance so I pulled his shorts down and they revealed a very stiff seven inches of veiny shaft. It was almost perfect and I needed to feel it and taste it in my mouth. I started to suck on it and judging by the moans I heard, Danny was enjoying it as much as I was. I deep throated it a few times and the last time I squeezed it with my throat. I could tell that last move almost got him to cum so I slowed down and pulled off. Now was my time to get him into my playroom. He pushed his shorts the rest of the way off and followed me downstairs. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do that wouldn’t freak out this near virgin boy. I knew that I couldn’t use any of my sex furniture - sling, fuck bench, cross, or spreader bars so that left the bed. I heard him gasp as he saw some of the toys in the room so I said “Never mind that stuff” as I led him to the bed. The restraints hung off the corners of the bed and I had no intent on using them this time. I took my shorts and shoes off and both of us were naked. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close, kissing his soft lips again. Our cocks were both getting harder and pressing against each other. We kissed for a few minutes until I guided him to the edge of the bed and we fell on to it together. My kisses got more aggressive and Danny responded. My hands were roaming all over his body and his were too. He seemed to be avoiding the two places I really wanted his hands, though. As close as he got, he never touched my cock or ass. At first I thought I’d get us into a sixty-nine and suck each other but I really wanted to watch Danny suck his first cock. I rolled us over so I was on my back and kept kissing him a little longer. I put some pressure on his shoulders and he started kissing down my chest. I gave his head a little pressure to the side and his tongue found my nipple. It flicked over it a half dozen times which made my cock hard and throbbing. He tried to bite it, but his teeth tugged on the piercing and I screamed out in pain. He stopped immediately and looked up at me saying “Sorry.” I smiled back at him and replied “If you want to tug on a piercing with your teeth, go lower” Danny took my stiff cock in his hand and looked over it closely. He stuck his tongue out and licked tentatively on the steel ring which was coated in precum. “Go ahead, take it in your mouth. Lick it, suck it, enjoy it. Just watch your teeth” I said. — Danny: Stu led me down to his basement. I had been down here once before about five or six years ago to help Stu’s grandmother move some furniture down here. It didn’t look anything like that now. The dirty concrete floor was now tiled and there were some walls up defining a storage area from another room. We went into the other room and there were all sorts of weird things around - a thing that looked like a tiered gymnast horse, a chair hanging from the ceiling by chains, a big X made of wood against the wall, some shelves with boxes and all sorts of leather straps hanging from hooks on the wall. The room wasn't brightly lit, but there was enough light over each piece of “furniture.” One of the new walls had a drawing of a scorpion on it that was at least three feet wide. We went over to the bed and Stu took his shorts off. He looked the same as the day we were in the hot tub, but now he seemed to look even hotter. He embraced me and we kissed again. His kisses were more intense than any that I had ever had. If I had kissed the girls I dated like this, the date would have been over in five seconds. It was more animalistic, lustful even, but it turned me on. We ended up falling on to the bed and Stu’s hands were feeling my body all over. I did the same and was amazed at how good it felt to have a man in my arms. If I had any doubts before, it was at this moment I realized I was really gay, not bisexual. We rolled over and suddenly I was on top of Stu. I wasn’t sure what to do next and was figuring it out when Stu started pushing me down his body. His chest hair rippled over my face as I kissed and licked lower. The sweat on his body tasted great and I thought about licking him all over - chest, legs, toes, cock, ass, back and then back to his lips. Stu pushed my face over to his left nipple and I played with the nipple and piercing with my tongue. I tried to bite it like he had done to mine but Stu yelled out in pain. I figured that was as far as we’d go that day but then Stu told me I should go lower. I was only a few inches away from another guy’s cock for the first time in my life. I held the hard shaft in my hand, marveling at it and noticed how different it was from my own. The piercing was just one big difference. I saw precum dripping from the end of his cock and it had coated the ring. I stuck out my tongue to try and lick it and got my first taste of Stu’s precum. It tasted different than mine but I liked it. Stu gave me encouragement and I began to start sucking my first cock. When I had sex with girls, the only feedback I got were moans or “Ow!” or “Stop” or “I don’t like that.” Stu was completely different. He coached me on what to do, what felt better for him and what to try next to see if I liked it. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I tried to get all of it in, but I kept gagging on the ring. Stu didn’t seem upset and told me I would be able to do it with more practice. I laughed to myself and thought that it was one exercise that I wouldn’t mind practicing several times a day!

Tim decided to get sober so he quit meth cold turkey. Last tweet I saw was him saying he's been sober since September.

Of course I accepted the offer. I had always been a horny person, and the recent years my mind had really turned me into a perverted sleaz pig. I sent Michael an email, letting him know I was interested in being one of his cumdumps, getting whored out to tops. He suggested meeting at a café to discuss the terms and agreements of the session. I was a little unsure about talking about these things out in public, but he promised it would only make me hornier. We decided to meet a few days later we met at a small cafe, near his place. I put on some black jeans, and a black shirt. All black was a favourite of mine, not just on the club. I waited outside the cafe for Michael. The man from the pictures I had seen earlier didn't show up at time. In fact, he never showed up. Instead, a beautiful, hot man came up to me, introduced himself as Michael, "we've been in touch over email". I was confused. He didnt look like his pictures at all. On the pictures I had seen an average to ugly person, nothing for the eye really. At least not my type. But the man standing in front of me was amazing. He was a bit shorter than me, dark haired with a clean cut beard, and his muscular body couldn't be hidden, even behind his black pair of nicely fitted cargo pants, a military green sweatshirt and baseball cap. He also had white sneakers and a metal necklace. This man was definetely the Michael I had chatted with, but not the person I had received pictures of. The only right thing was the age, he was in his forties. "You see, I have had guys approching me and my business not because they are sluts but because they are into me. Then they pull out of the project as soon as they realise they will not get my cock. So I started some years ago to use fake pics to ensure the guys I spoke to were really into the project and not me. I am sorry for the dishonesty, but I just hate planning and inviting tops, only to have the bottom cowardsly never show up, because he wasnt the pig he pretended to be." "Well, its better with a surprise from average to hot, than the opposite..." i stuttered, shyly. It was pretty obvious I was into him too, not only his business. "Yeah, absolutely. Well, lets get inside and start the planning, sall we?" "Sure!" We went into the small cafe, and sat down, having a coffee each, at a table in the corner by the window. He went straight to the matter: "So, you're into this? Let me know why it turns you on..." "Well..." I was amazed by his confidence and the way he talked as if this was the most normal thing in the world... "Well, I have always been a person that likes to... have fun... with other ..." my voice was low and almost whispering. "Speak up, boy! Use the words you would use if we were alone, playing in my bedroom. Horny, fuck, cum, breed - no shame. Speak with a normal voice, and noone will care. And if they do - well their problem." He looked deep into my eyes, deadly serious. "I have always been a horny being. Love to get fucked." "and?... this is not your typical hookup, you know..." "Yeah, the last few years I have been more and more into sleaze and pigstuff. "Thats more like it!" he said with a horny grin on his face. Still maintaining eye contact with me. We continued chatting about my personal sex life, fantasies and desires for a little while. Then he pulled up a paper from his bag, and we started going through the process he had described to me in the email. He took notes of everything. At first he was open to my ideas and preferenes. I suggested going with the minimum time frame of three hours, and only 1on1s. I also suggested doing basic only, in regards of sex activities allowed, only anal-, oral-fuck and rimming. He nodded when I spoke, but his smile went smaller. When I had made all my suggestions he stared at me and said "You're joking right?" I didnt know what he meant. I wasnt joking, I was serious. "From what i know about you, this it way to little. It will not satisfy you at all. And my tops would expect much more from a boy like you." "Oh? I dont get it, it seems quite wild to me already, with these basic terms...??" "You have no idea of how this is working at all, do you... My top friends fuck hard, rough and verbal. They will absuse your like noone you can find yourself on Grindr, and will definetely not be happy with a good lucking wannabe-slut only taking cocks for three hours. The tops I wanna pair you with all have a minimum time of one hour. So in your world that will give you three loads. And thats not enough. Some of my tops require five loads inside before they show up. And what is this shit talk about only basic? Can you not take a DP? Never had a piss-tube down your throat? Well, maybe you're not my guy after all. I must have misjudged you by your appearance and your fantasies." I was shocked. The whole thing seemed suddenly much more serious. Michael started packing his things, and rose from his seat. Walking past me on his way out, he stopped. Looking down, and saying "Well, it looks like that speech only made you harder and hornier frim what I can see..." he nodded down to my cock. It was rock hard clearly pulsating inside my jeans. "Your cock clearly tells another story than all the bullshit you said earlier today. You're not a bottom, you are a slut, a whore. Just embrace it." I didnt know what to say. I really wanted to do this, but was fucking scared as well. "Last chance. If you come with me now, i will wreck your ass once and for all, and it will never want to take anything else than raw, rough and multiple cum filled cocks." A woman some tables away from us, looked shocked at us, and shaked her head... But I nodded, took my things and went with him. Ready to let him turn me into a slut.

The last line about says it all. 77 here and still horny as hell. Nice thing about older hookups is that they know what to do. ?