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I’m a burly bear and I love going to saunas. I guess I should get tested but I feel good and I love it raw. Sometimes there are guys who are funny about this but mostly when I drop my towel and see my hung meat beneath my manly belly they say “this time just for you – I need your meat in me raw”. The sauna I go to has a bar between the locker rooms and the cabins, slings and darkrooms. As I entered it I saw our local HIV testing centre had an outreach table run by a twink. As I passed I gave him a wink and he said “want an HIV test?”. I said “nah, love it raw, pounding holes and they love it – would be the same whatever the result”. He replied “but a big daddy like you needs to look after his health”. I laughed and said “good boy, but I need a twink to look after it for me while I sow my seed – and anyway – last time you were here three months ago I’m sure I saw you take it raw”. He smiled and said “I only take it raw here, love the hot guys and the dirtiness of doing it with a stranger. But we come every three months and I get tested with you guys so the lad I give my hole to at the end knows its clean”. I laughed and said “and you only get with the neg ones I imagine”. He laughed and said “well, I get pretty horny by the end seeing all the guys in just their towels but I do try to”. I replied “well good luck to you twink and walked off”. It was only an half an hour to the end of their session and I went to the cinema room for a bit to get me in the mood and then found a cabin. As usual I left the door open. It wasn’t long before the twink from the testing centre passed by in just a towel. The cabins are on a dead end so I knew he’d have to pass back. I took my towel off in readiness and started jerking my thick meat. He stopped when he passed the door and said “wow it’s even bigger than I imagined”. I winked and said “so you’ve been imagining this meat”. The twink said “I know it’s so dirty but the thought of trying out untested confident cock is making me so hard”. To prove the point he dropped his towel and his massive twinky cock sprang out and slapped against his abs I said “wow you are a dirty boy, but a neg one right?”. He replied “freshly tested but I didn’t think you’d care”. I asked him “and you come back and get tested in three months?” He nodded and said sadly “wish I could have more raw cock but there it is”. I told him that he could have my untested cock at any time in between. He smiled the biggest smile and said “thank u daddy” and knelt to suck my cock. I stood up so that he could see what a real, alpha looked like, slapped my cock in his face and let him suck it. He sucked like a pro! A nasty thought crossed my mind “so when you get your next HIV test and again in six months you’ll get your way and have tested me too”. He looked up and me and said “oh wow daddy, make me your HIV test!”. I said “I think it’s time we prepared that test”. I liked his hole and then aked “OK then twink, are you ready to go UNTESTED?”

16. I had been at work maybe half an hour and now I was on my back across my boss’s desk while his secretary fucked my throat and my boss fucked my slid into my ass for the second day in a row. My caged cock leaked precum onto my stomach, matting down my treasure trail and the plastic ground against my skin. The only thing keeping me quiet was Blake’s fat cock down my throat or there was no way I would have been able to take my boss in one hard thrust silently. “Fuck, I can’t believe your cunt feels looser than it did yesterday. Its so fucking perfect.” “Swap? I wanna try him.” “Fuck yeah.” Blake pulled his long 9 inch cock out of my throat, smearing juice across my face as he did, and walked around the desk. Steven, stepped aside, and Blake lined his cock up. He slid it into me in one long stroke pushing a groan out of the depth of my soul as he slithered past my second hole. I clapped my hand over my mouth. “Don’t worry, the office is super sound proofed,” Blake said leaning forward over the desk. “You should know,” Steven added, playfully slapping Blake on the ass. I looked up, my face a mix of pleasure and confusion. “Normally its me on the desk with Steven’s big raw cock in me,” he was right over my face, “Theres been maybe three days in the whole time I’ve worked for him that we haven’t started the day with his load going in my hole.” He said the next part almost in a whisper, “and I, am not a quiet bottom.” “So, if you need to moan,” Steven was now right by my head, “Go ahead and moan.” “God damn Steven,” Blake said sliding slowly in and out of me, “this cunt is so perfect. How did we not know you were a cumdump?” “I wasn’t till recently,” I relayed the story of Matt and the cage as Blake started to fuck me a little harder. “A new cumdump, perfect. That means we get to train your hole to be the perfect pussy.” “God yes! Fill me with your cum.” “Oh, were going to do a lot more than just breed you.” “Oh?!” “We’re gonna breed and stretch this cunt out wide.” “Fuck yes.” “You ready to see how much you can take?” “Fuck yes.” “Good.” Blake grabbed my hips and started to pound me deep. I groaned and laid my head back, washed yet again in the glow of being fucked. Steven’s cock floated above my face and I pulled it into my mouth. Blake climbed onto the desk, fucking even deeper into me. It was a struggle to keep Steven’s cock in my mouth, as Blake pressed my knees further over my shoulders. Eventually Steven pulled out and just watched, slowly jerking off, as Blake drove into me over and over from above. I was shouting, I hoped that they had been right about how sound proof the room was. A thin trickle of sweat ran down Blake’s chest making little swirls in his light chest hair. His eyes were closed, and a his face contorted in concentration. His dick was well past my second hole. I felt perfect. Steven leaned close to my ear as Blake let out a grunt, “Here’s whats going to happen. Blake is going to breed your cunt soon. Then I’m going to take his place and flood your hole too. After that we’re going to see just how much abuse your sweet hole can take. How does that sound?” “Fucking amazing!” “Good.” “Oh, fuck I’m getting close.” Blake’s breathing had changed. He looked sweatier. It was clear he was about to burst. I tightened my hole around his cock and milked him as he went over the falls. His orgasm burst from him like a cannon shot. I felt volley after volley of cum pump from his cock into my warm hole. Another wave of bliss swept across me. I was once more full of another man’s load. After a few shaky moments as Blake came down from his orgasm, he pulled out. Then it was Steven’s turn.

Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and and similarity to any person, living or deceased, is completely unintentional. Sometimes, I really hate my name. Chad. I thought the aftermath of the 2000 presidential election was bad with the jokes about the Florida ballots; the inevitable bad pickup lines about hanging chads. The petty insults about pregnant chads, owing to being pleasantly plump while I was in college. I knew, though, those would fade into obscurity over time as we moved further from that era. This latest trend doesn’t seem to go be going away anytime soon, unfortunately. The association of my name with being a “male Karen” or the alpha gym bro got really old, really fast. Maybe it’s because my natural personality is so much different from what my name has become associated with. I’ve never sought the spotlight for myself and in many ways try to deflect it. I do my best to be respectful of others, see their side of things, and, in general, just try to leave wherever I am a little better than where I found it when I started the day. Of course, as we all do, sometimes I have moments where I have to look after my own needs. Even then, it tends to come out in the service of others with my legs in the air as the center of attention in a gangbang or in a hookup’s apartment on a Tuesday night in April. Ironically, with all the slutty stuff I did in my 20’s and into my 30’s, it was the quiet rando on a simple weeknight when I wanted to have some fun on my 34th birthday that landed me with the fuck flu three weeks later. (Heck of a gift I got, right?) For the next three years, I’ve been diligent with my regimen of meds, got myself to undetectable pretty quickly, and have adjusted my sex life to a handful of trusted partners who are either also undetectable or on PrEP. Until this past February. It was a Thursday night and I decided coming home from work that I wanted to grab a six pack. As I’m checking out, the clerk, doing his job, asked for ID. “Chad, huh. You wanna come at me bro?” For once, a comeback formed in my mind in time for it to be of use. “I bet you’d rather I cum in you…bro.” I cringed internally as I said the last word. It was so unlike me. The clerk, who was a smaller guy, probably in his late 20’s, sized me up. “Actually…yeah.” Intrigued by where this was going, I took a shot. “Put up a ‘be back soon’ sign and show me the back room.” He scribbled a note, taped it to the door, and quickly led me to a storage room where I had my tongue in his mouth within 10 seconds. After less than a minute of making out, I applied gentle, but assertive pressure to his shoulder, letting him know that his place was on his knees. He knew it too and was soon making sure my cock was at full mast with an above average blow job. After about two minutes of oral heaven, I pulled him up by his collar, unbuckled his pants, and spun him around. A glob of spit on his hole and I was lined up and ready to go. “Wait,” he said. “Aren’t you going to wrap it?” I snapped. “You said you wanted me to cum in you bro and that’s exactly what you’re getting. Besides, no lube in sight, the rubber would hurt both of us too much and would break, so you’d get a lousy fuck and my load anyway. Just shut up and enjoy this.” “Yes sir,” was his reply, I didn’t wait and plunged in to the hilt on first entry. He winced, but his ass, which was not a gaping slut hole, but certainly no virgin, protested for a brief moment before giving way. It had been over a year since I’d topped and I’d almost forgotten how good it could feel. Knowing time was short and the store would need to reopen soon, I decided not to prolong it, but still had some fun with the bitch. “You know you can’t stop me cumming inside you.” “Please, pull out?” He pleaded mildly, but the terms had long since been agreed upon that I was staying in until I unloaded. I laughed. “Fuck no.” “Are you neg?” “Fuck no.” He turned and looked back at me with horror. He tried to pull off, but my grip on his hips was too strong. His feeble struggle pushed me over. There, amongst the pallets of generic lite beer and pretentious craft brews, I bred my first negative ass that wasn’t protected by meds since my diagnosis. I stayed in as I caught my breath. He jerked feverishly as he now lightly rocked back and forth, using my dick to achieve his climax. He lost his load on the floor and then pulled off me slowly. He turned as he pulled up his pants, wanting to ask something, but not sure how. I read his mind. “Don’t worry, Derek,” I said, reading his name tag. “I haven’t missed a dose of meds in three years and am undetectable. You’ll be fine, but if you’re gonna offer your ass up to a hookup raw, maybe you should take your own precautions if you’re worried. I’m probably not the first poz guy who’s been in your butt, just the first you knew about before he came.” “Yes sir. Thank you for a great fuck and load.” “Anytime boy. I’m on the apps, hit me up if you want a refill.” I stuffed my cock back through the fly of my jeans. “Now, you want to unlock the store so I can take my beer and go home?” As I drove, I felt empowered. I don’t know if I’d ever had a moment like this before. Me, the selfless guy, who was accidentally pozzed three years earlier had initiated a bareback fuck with a random store clerk in his stock room. I bred him without even taking my pants off. Who the fuck was the guy who did that?? It certainly wasn’t me. I walked through the door of my house at 6:58 pm. As I tossed my keys aside and got the beer in the fridge, the clock turned seven and my phone reminder to take my meds popped up. The one I had diligently followed, without fail, every day since I converted. I went to the bathroom, grabbed the bottle, and shook out that night’s dose. After I filled a glass of water, I tossed the pill back. Before swallowing, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I stared for a moment. The bitterness of the pill’s outer coating shook me back to reality. I spit the pill into the sink. Fuck it. If people were going to make assumptions about me just based on my name, then I’m going to be exactly who they think I’m going to be.

Partitions between urinals ought to be banned. Maybe we should lobby building code committees. 😂 There's a beautiful building in my town with old-fashioned full-height porcelain urinals (the kind that are set into the wall and into a raised step). It would be very hard to add partitions, and impossible without damaging the historic fixtures, wall tiles and floor tiles. The restroom isn't busy so I've never seen anything there, but it makes me happy to know that such a place still exists. Ditto for trough urinals, of which so few remain. When did we become so ashamed of our bodies that we felt we needed partitions to be able to pee?

Part 51 - From Winter To Spring Getting airborne was the easy part, coming down Mateo closed his eyes with the aircraft bobbing and swaying on their approach to Washington, the weather not so good with a wind blowing meant he could feel every time the captain corrected their flight path to remain aligned. He had been thoroughly spoilt over the last five hours with the aircraft people as he called them serving him for once. He heaved a huge sigh they all heard when the aircraft came to a stop and the door was opened that they all applauded Mateo on his first flight. After a quick overnight stay and meetings with the ambassador Mateo had his photo taken then prior to setting off he was handed his Monrovian passport that he clutched hold of all the way. His first official document that had a seal inside of the royal crest and right to live and work in the country. At Washington airport Mateo stood at the window looking at the aircraft around the field and the large one that was taking him away from here. The attendant came over and asked if Mateo would like a glass of champagne, he smiled shaking his head. He was nervous enough about the thought of his second ever flight and drink wasn't going to help. In the last 24 hours he had experienced luxury that he never really new existed apart from inside the hotel and the suites he worked on. People were serving him at every turn and it was difficult for him to adjust to the change, Artem came over and put his arm around his shoulder. "It is a very different life Mateo, working with royalty" Artem said sensing how nervous he was. Mateo glanced at him "Do you think I will cut it?" he asked. Artem chuckled "You are a good butler already and you will have Tom and myself to help you". "Thank you" Mateo replied genuinely, "No one has ever shown this kindness to me like you all have". Artem smiled patting his shoulder "Was it hard growing up in Mexico?" he asked. "Yes" Mateo nodded, "You have to survive and learn quickly. Is why I left, for a better life". "Prince Alexander has given you the chance, he did the same for Tom and me" Artem advised him. Mateo nodded and looked at him "I don't want people feeling sorry for me" he said. Artem chuckled "He does not. He helped you because you stood up and help protect him". Mateo and Artem stood there and watched a set of steps being moved up to the front door of the aircraft. Behind them they heard the attendant address the prince and Max advising they were ready for them to board the aircraft. Mateo walked with Tom and Artem at the rear of the group through a private exit to the steps, without even looking back he climbed them and stepped in to the aircraft and the door was closed. Mateo and Tom sat together on the flight and chatted for hours as darkness descended outside. Alex called Mateo over to sit with him for a while. Still being new to this he was bowing and addressing at every opportunity that Alex put right straight away. Alex had already spoken to the governor premier advising he was bringing Mateo home as his butler come accountant or something, Steven laughed at his indecisiveness. Alex said he would privately fund the position. He received a message several hours later advising that government had agreed he would be funded by the sovereign purse and thereby granting him full diplomatic status and make up his his royal household. Artem retrieved his laptop and sat down in front of Max but grinning away at Alex. "Really?" Alex said exasperated at Artem's over organised ability. Artem chuckled "Come on lets get the next few months sorted now, Max you are in demand to attend". "I have a job!" Max exclaimed. Artem tutted "You call that a job?" he replied laughing, "I can't help that you are in demand". Artem handed Mateo a pad and pencil "Mateo you can cost up these as I go through them". Mateo smiled and sat up "Do we get to travel like this all the time?" he asked beginning to enjoy this flight. The three laughed then Artem tapped his laptop, Mateo sat there listening to Artem and Alex going through the list of engagements and noting down rough costs that Mateo would need to confirm then he bounced on the ottoman seat when he heard that visit to Spain was to happen in April as guests of the king and queen. Then looking at Max he reminded him of his visit with the dowager queen to Paris in March for three days. Alex looked at Mateo and joked that Max goes away with his grand mother more than he does with him. The rest of the flight everyone slept with Liam and Franco taking turns, Artem would stay awake with Liam and Tom with Franco. They let Mateo sleep as he was obviously worn out and the jet lag would only add to that. February had rolled in to March and Mateo had settled in to palace life. Jackson had put Mateo with a footman for a couple of weeks to train him in palace etiquette and learn how things worked below stairs. For the most part he would spending his time in the Regency suite and had been allocated a household room close to the suite, it was still a remarkable upgrade on what he had at the hotel, it had a small cosy lounge, bedroom and bathroom. Going outside was not an option for him, it was cold and Mateo didn't know what had hit him on arrival with all the snow. When he had to go out he was almost on all fours being so unsteady on his feet and slipping all the time until Max kindly brought him a pair of proper snow boots. Now though the snow was not so deep and the days were longer and getting a little warmer. Within days Mateo had worked on Artem's attempt at keeping the finances for engagements, he happily reported back to Alex that Mateo was a natural with numbers and actually very clever. He had met Marty and Josh when they came for dinner and Gareth who came every weekend learning all about them. It was on one of those visits where he picked up the glances the slight sexual tension between Tom and Gareth. When he spoke to Tom about it after one of the passionate nights of sex he went all giggly and coy, it was then he knew that Tom actually adored Gareth. Alex was out most days on official engagements or dinners and Mateo loved reading about them in the media, Max worked and attended some evening occasions with Alex. He had also taken to using the gym with Liam and Franco where he met Nick and almost tripped over his own feet when he saw him, he was a hunk of a man and was disappointed to learn that he only had eyes for Asa who was often found staying in the palace and offered to draw Mateo in a naughty pose. Whilst they were in LA the biggest bond of friendship happened with Max's family spending a week at Borrick Lodge with the king, queen and Alden. It was during this week that Alden officially asked Sam if he would consider being his personal assistant and take over managing his diary, it made sense since the two of them had built a very unusual love for each other and frequently they could heard laughing around the palace. Alden sat Sam down and explained he needed someone who knew him and that Sam had become the closest person to him. When they told their parents the king laughed and made a condition that Sam was to finish off his education at military school on the royal programme where he would learn business administration that would help in the role. It was all agreed and Sam would be boarding at the school about thirty minutes from Victoria and at weekends he would either go to Dunbar House or the palace, by the middle of February Sam had all but moved to Monrovia and was now attending military school. Alden had received permission to date Steph, Lady Trasilion's daughter but they kept their romance under the radar for now. For now she carried on with her career often working out of Monrovia when not travelling. When Sam was not with Alden at the weekends he would hang out with his brother and Alex, but tended to spend more time with Franco often dragging Mateo with them. If Franco wasn't needed they would often go out for the day and usually stop by Josh's boutique and annoy him for an hour. His business was booming and he had secured a larger shop now he had branched out in to women's wear that was in just as much demand since receiving his special warrant. The new boutique was to open in April and of course it would be opened by the queen. Josh never lost sight of his primary focus in life, Marty, he never worked long hours now since he had a team of people working for him. He was spending most nights at Marty's lovely apartment above the stables and with views up to the palace, and of course the regular visitors for dinner who always brought Mateo since he wasn't joking about being a good cook of Mexican food. Josh would always bring Mateo a little something from the boutique, a t-shirt, pair of trousers or a shirt. He knew that if he tried to pile a heap of clothes on Mateo he would refuse so he was drip dropping them whenever they saw each other. Mateo was fast becoming the fashionista in the palace with more clothes by Joshua Franks than anyone else. He was never left out when at Marty and Josh's and would join them for dinner when he cooked. It was one of those fateful nights when Mateo had forgotten some spice that he jogged back to the palace kitchen as it was still cold at night. He turned the corner by the hedge and smacked straight in to Hannes who was out running. The speed of Hannes knocked Mateo flat on the ground in the snow and Hannes fell down next to him the other way round having lost his footing. They both seemed a little stunned for a moment then they looked at each other and burst out laughing. Mateo quickly realising he was laying in snow tried to get up but kept laughing and falling over. Hannes reached out and pulled him to his feet "You need to watch where you are going!" Mateo said. "Me?" Hannes exclaimed questioning him. "Is your fault, you run to quick" Mateo replied staring at him. Hannes found he was staring deep in to his eyes "No it is your fault. Are you hurt?" he asked. Mateo smiled "No I am okay, and it was your fault. Are you hurt?" he asked. "Only my pride" Hannes replied still staring in to his eyes, "Where did you come from?". "Mexico" Mateo replied, "And Los Angeles" he added noticing how attractive and fit the guy looked. Hannes laughed "No, I mean where are you coming from?" he asked. Mateo pointed over to the mews but Hannes couldn't take his eyes off him and Mateo knew it. Hannes reached up to his shoulder and brushed a bit of snow away, Mateo's eyes followed his hand watching every single movement his fingers made. The urge in his body was overwhelming and he stepped forward as Hannes raised his head and kissed him very lightly, Hannes responded with a more intentional kiss. Suddenly their arms flung around each other as they kissed harder, Mateo panicked briefly as his body went up in the air held by the man's strong arms. "Stop!" Mateo said pushing Hannes away, "Not now I am cooking" he explained being lowered. "You work in the kitchen?" Hannes asked nodding to the palace. Mateo shook his head "No, I work for Prince Alexander and Max" he replied. Hannes scratched his head "But you are cooking?" he asked again. "Yes. For them, Marty and Josh. They like my Mexican food" Mateo said unable to keep his hands off. Hannes smiled and couldn't resist grabbing and kissing him again in a frantic and very erratic moment with their teeth clanking together, accidental bite on the lip then falling over again only this time Hannes laid on top of him. "Stop fighting me" Hannes giggled. "You can get off me now" Mateo said softly like he was teasing him. Hannes laughed "And what if I don't?" he asked testing the waters. Mateo smirked "Then you better be good!" he replied. Hannes helped him up again "Oh I am. And you better be able to keep up with me!" he exclaimed. "I am Mateo" Mateo said looking in his eyes again, "Who are you?" he asked. He smiled "Hannes, Sovereign Guard here" he replied as they both stood. "Sorry I must fetch the spices and get back" Mateo said walking off and turning to look back at him. Hannes watched him then called out "Mateo!" he called, "You are very sexy!". Mateo chuckled and nearly fell over again before the shouted back "You sexy too!". He heard Hannes laughing as the guard sped up continuing his run. He had left Mateo all flustered and confused to where he was going and why. It was strange that neither of them had asked the other if they were gay, Mateo smiled calming down and knew that the look in their eyes must have said everything and words were not needed. Taking even longer than the ten minutes Alex was standing at the door to the mews apartment waiting and wondering what had happened then breathed a sigh of relief seeing Mateo appear round the corner of the building. "Where have you been?" Alex asked, "You look a little wet" he remarked. "I fall, in the snow" Mateo said causing Alex to laugh, "I bump in to a runner, he knock me over". Alex nodded as he let Mateo pass him "And the rest please, there is more to this I can see it in your eyes". Mateo smiled and winked "I meet a guard, nice and sexy and he kissed me". Alex now laughed leaning back against the wall "Did you meet Hannes?" he asked and Mateo nodded. "Come on we are hungry" Josh shouted from the top of the stairs. "Mateo has met Hannes" Alex announced very loudly embarrassing the poor lad. Suddenly Josh and Max stood there "And?" they both said in unison and laughed. "Mateo didn't waste any time and kissed him" Alex said putting his arm around Mateo's shoulder. "Stop, is not fair you pick on me like this" Mateo complained as Marty appeared. "Did you tongue him?" Marty asked and they all looked at Mateo waiting patiently. "Do you want food?" Mateo asked holding the bargaining chip and they all nodded. Alex followed Mateo upstairs then looked at Max speaking quietly "You have a crush on him!". Max shrugged and grinned "Yeah, quite a big one actually" he said looking at Alex who grinned. They held off until Mateo sat down to eat before they started on him again, he laughed and looked around the table at these four guys, a surreal and unassuming feeling that he finally belonged somewhere. Treated in a kind, welcoming and loving way that changed his life completely. Despite Alex and Max being his bosses he was treated as an equal in private. Something he had never really known or felt before with people, most assumed he was a member of a gang when they saw his tattoos. Yes he was more than capable to look after himself on the street, underneath he was just a hot bloodied Latino, funny and with such a charisma that the palace household had fallen in love and wanted to sit with him when he ate in the dining room. Even the palace chef had asked Mateo to teach him to cook some unusual Mexican dishes. He was certainly kept busy as Artem was not joking when he said the finances confused the hell out of him and he worked diligently getting them all to balance. To top it all off Jackson even had him helping out with balancing the entire palace household accounts, and during his weekly meeting with the king and queen they were suitably impressed that not only was it easier to read now there was some notes where to cut expenditure. The king shook his head "And this is all Mateo's work?" he asked Jackson. "All his, I had it double and triple checked. The guy is better than our accountants!" Jackson remarked. He nodded "And what is he doing for the prince work wise?" the king asked. "Butler and helping Artem with the prince's finances" Jackson replied, "Bit of everything really". The king looked at Jackson "Do you think we can prise him away from the prince?" he asked. Jackson chuckled "I doubt it, he is very devoted to the prince and Max". "Of course he is" the king replied knowing the circumstances of how he ended up at the palace. "I think it would be underhanded to prise him away from Alex and Max" the queen now added. "Indeed" the king agreed, "Good job Jackson. We will thank Mateo personally later" he said. Jackson stood and bowed "Your majesties" he said knowing the meeting was now over. "Oh and Jackson. Bump his pay up to keep him interested in the finance side" the king added. "Sovereign purse your majesty?" Jackson asked and the king nodded. As far a butler duties went Mateo was finding it too easy, since it was mostly drinks and afternoon tea on occasion and keeping the rooms clean and tidy. He spent most of the time head down in the books Jackson had given him on accounting. This morning though Alex was around and was going to hijack one of the tour groups inviting Mateo along so he could finally get a proper tour of the palace. Something that he had been wanting to do for weeks but only ever saw the same routes, today Alex was also going to take him a tour of the residencies after lunch. It was late March and he looked out of the window at the snow gently falling, each week there was less and less snow as some days were warmer than others, the next few days were set to be cold before warming up again. What the hell he thought to himself, he would have to get use to swinging weather like this. Still he couldn't believe he was living in a palace where no one looked down on him, it was a happy place to be and all the household staff he came across really loved their jobs. He was certainly lucky to be in this position now, the result was calming and he no longer had to fight for his existence. Mateo opened his wardrobe and took out a smart top, casual trousers and trainers. He realised there was so many clothes in there now, well more than he had ever had before and it was all Josh's doing. He walked in to the Regency suite and knocked on the lounge door before entering to find Alex coming out of his bedroom dressed and ready to tour the palace. Max was out on business with the dowager queen and as usual Alex was being needy having no engagements for the day. They spent two hours on the tour of the palace and Mateo stood with Liam on the side line watching how the tour party hung off Alex's every word then allowing them to have pictures with him at the end. They walked with the tour party to the front doors of the palace where there coach was now waiting, the footmen opened the doors and Mateo stood at the top of the steps as Alex went down with Liam to say goodbye and thank them. "Did you enjoy your tour?" came a voice from one of the guards. Mateo glanced left then smiled "Hello" he said, "You working for a change!" he cheekily added. Hannes smiled "Why do I never see you around?" he said quietly. Mateo grinned going tongue tied unable to speak "Have dinner with me tonight?" Hannes quietly asked. Mateo chuckled and nodded "Sure" he replied. "Meet you at 7pm in the household lounge" Hannes said trying not to move his mouth. The coach door closed and Alex turned looking up at Mateo and Hannes trying to have a discreet conversation. He tapped Liam on the shoulder and nodded up at the two trying to converse so discreetly that it was obvious to anyone who looked. Alex climbed the steps "Hannes" Alex said addressing him, "Are you flirting with my butler?". Hannes bowed "Your royal highness" he said trying not to smile and failing. Mateo leaned in "He ask me for dinner" he said in a hushed tone. Alex looked at Hannes "Make sure you take him somewhere nice!" he told Hannes. Hannes smiled and bowed "Yes your royal highness". "Right I think we are going for lunch now" Alex said to Mateo and Liam. They walked inside "Forgot to tell you we are lunching with the king and queen" Alex said casually. "Que?" Mateo asked looking shocked, "Why you no tell me this?" he said panicking slightly. Liam chuckled "That is his highnesses way of getting you to do things by not telling you" he said. Mateo had only briefly met them before and sitting there through lunch he couldn't quite believe this was happening, it became apparent that their majesties wanted to know all about him. After coffee was served the king dropped the bombshell by suggesting Mateo took on a more active role with managing the palace finances and complete a financial management course. He now looked around the table and saw a disconcerted look on the prince's face. They were all looking at him waiting for an answer. Mateo didn't know what to do and spoke slowly "I... I like the idea. But I am here for the prince". Alex smiled and looked relieved "Maybe I do both. I want to serve the prince though" Mateo added. The king raised his eyebrows "I see" he replied musing this over. "I upset you your majesty?" Mateo now asked looking worried. "Good heavens no. Your dedication to my son is very admirable and good to see" the king replied. "Two days a month to work with Jackson on the finances?" the king suggested. Mateo looked at Alex who nodded "You have a deal then" he replied and the king and queen laughed. The king gained a respect for Mateo and held his hand across the table "Shake on it then!" he said. After lunch Alex and Mateo did the tour of the rest of the palace that the visitors never got to see. Mateo was then lead through the household areas to Jackson's office who was waiting for them to arrive. Jackson observed protocol initially then Alex walked over and gave him a kiss and a hug, Alex still had a soft spot for the first man he ever slept with. Even now after all those months he still found himself staring so intently at Jackson, Mateo could see a kindred sexual interest in them both. Much to his surprise Mateo found himself being measured for his royal service tunic and tried on several white ones with silver laced piping and fastenings, it was very different from his butler uniform and made him feel really special that he was struggling to hide his emotions. It truly was a moment where he understood his place was now rooted with the royal family. They walked back out in to the palace residence passing the doors where the footmen stood guard, the sight still gave him a tingling in his spine at the whole formality of life here, yet it was one he had grown to love and respect. They stood by the grand semi circular staircase leading up to the residence wings. The portrait of the queen hung proudly above the oversized flower decoration, he looked out of the windows across the gardens of the palace and broke down in floods of grateful and happy tears. Alex took a moment to realise what was going on then quickly went over and hugged him. He may have been a street wise Mexican who was tough but inside he was an emotional wreck and allowed himself a few moments relieving his emotions. When they moved apart Mateo sat on the bottom stair staring out of the windows. Mateo sniffed "Sorry. It is strange being treated so nicely by everyone" he said wiping his eyes. Alex smiled and sat next to Mateo "I never had it hard growing up so I don't know" he said. Mateo looked at him "You helped me achieve this" he said softly. Alex took his hand "I hope you feel happy here with us" he replied lovingly. He nodded "I do and I owe it all to you your highness" Mateo said expressing his thanks. "I have told you, call me Alex in private" Alex told him sternly. Mateo chuckled "I know. You are royal though and I must never forget that". Alex laughed "It is only a title and birth right Mateo. I am simply Alex in reality" he said. "I read my protocol book!" Mateo exclaimed smiling. Alex smiled and patted him on the shoulder as they went upstairs "Enjoy your date tonight" he said. "Is a date?" Mateo asked looking at him with a vague look of concern, "I thought it was food". Alex laughed and left Mateo sat in the office with Artem who wanted to go through the engagements for next month with him and go over the finances quickly. By the the time the evening came around Mateo returned to his room and and got ready for his date, the one thing on his mind had him pacing up and down a few minutes before he went out to seek Tom in his rooms. Mateo knocked and Tom opened the door "Hello" Tom said smiling, "Where are you off to?" he asked. "Can I come in and talk?" Mateo replied and Tom nodded letting him enter. Tom closed the door and turned to look at him "You smell good as well" he remarked. Mateo smiled awkwardly "You know Hannes right?" he asked. "I do!" Tom replied grinning, "Why?" he asked pausing, "Has he asked you out on a date?". Mateo nodded nervously "How sweet. He is a nice person under that guard exterior" Tom informed him. "You not mind him take me out?" Mateo asked looking at him. "No. Why should I, he is not dating me?" Tom replied, "Anyway word is he fancies you". Mateo raised his eyebrows "He does?" he questioned. Tom walked over and kissed him on the cheek "He likes you Mateo so just relax and enjoy yourself" he said. Mateo chuckled "Thank you for understanding". Tom laughed and sent Mateo on his way for his date. Max returned as Mateo was coming out of Tom's room and he quickly said hello before going in to the suite. Tom followed Max to help him undress from his day out with the dowager queen and he looked tired. Tom bowed addressing Alex who was sat there waiting "Do you wish to dine here?" he asked. Max nodded taking his tie off and Tom went over to help "Pizza I think" Alex suggested. Tom looked at Alex and nodded "Yes your highness. Max lets get you comfortable" Tom said. Alex stood up "That's okay Tom you sort dinner out and I will help Max" he said walking over. "Very well your highness, sir" Tom replied bowing his head and leaving them. Max and Alex walked in to the dressing room "Is my grand mother wearing you out?" he asked. "No, it was just a very busy day. My god she has stamina!" Max replied letting Alex undress him. Max started taking Alex's clothes off as they looked at each other "What are you doing?" he asked giggling. "Come shower with me" Max said using his sexy voice then kissing him softly. Alex allowed himself to be guided to the bathroom and large shower, they looked in each others eyes whilst their hands roamed over each other. So soft and gentle they kissed for a few minutes, Alex reached to the faucet and turned the water on and as soon as it was warm enough they both moved under the cascading water. Their mouth constantly attached as they let the water run over their heads and bodies. Max moved first kissing his cheek then neck, slowly he turned Alex round then wrapped his arms around his prince continuing to kiss his neck. Alex moaned softly, his head dropping back on Max's shoulder allowing their lips to meet. Max slowly pulled his arse back then forward, doing so allowed his hard cock to slips between his soft cheeks. Gently he pushed tightening his arms to hold Alex close. Short gasps of pleasure escaped past his lips, he pulled his head closer and kissed him deeply, raising himself on his toes as Max pushed gently until he was fully inside his prince. Alex stared at him full of love, Max moving his hips moaned how much he loved Alex. He didn't need to say anything in return his eyes said it all. Their love was strong and his sex was getting stronger as the minutes went by. Alex raised his hands placing them against the marble wall of the shower enclosure. His moans becoming more frequent and Max adjusted his standing position and moved his arms lower holding Alex by the waist on his cock. Faster and faster his hips moved, there was nothing stopping him, no need to hold on and take it any slower. Max suddenly thrusted forward and held still moaning in the throws of his orgasm. Alex leant back and kissed him passionately. Max held on to Alex's cock massaging it gently then feeling his knees buckle slightly and his arse pushing back he brought his prince to orgasm. They both stood there locked together against each other. Alex running his fingers over Max's arse whilst he still held him on his cock, neither one of them wanted this to end but it was Max who eventually squeezed some shower gel out and started washing Alex's chest and cock, deliberately playing with it in the process. Released from providing his royal service Alex now washed Max facing him, they kissed for ages then finally rinsed themselves off and Alex noticed that Tom had walked in and holding two towels. He managed to glimpse a very intimate and tender moment between two lovers, there was a bond and connection that almost brought a tear to his eye standing there. Alex chuckled mid kiss and Max looked over his shoulder "You want to join?" Max asked. Tom smiled "No, it is lovely watching you two" he replied, "Your pizza's are here". Alex turned the water off and they took a towel each from Tom who smiled and walked out leaving them to dry off. Normally his duty would be to help dry them off but he sensed they were having a bit of alone time. Whilst Max dried Alex's back his mind was made up and he knew exactly where he wanted to be with Alex at the time, and he did lose that bet in LA. It was all a question of juggling diaries and workload now. Mateo sat down opposite Hannes in the lush surroundings of the restaurant, their table adorned with elegant place settings and crystal glasses that even he knew were expensive simply by the look of them. Gentle music played in the back ground whilst the candles flickered on the numerous tables. A quiet and very romantic place that was full of couples enjoying an evening out. The simple single orchid in the crystal vase looked stunning, so did Hannes he thought finally seeing him out of uniform and running gear. He was unable to take his eyes off him, watching as he removed his jacket and placing over the back of the chair and sitting down. Mateo just couldn't help feeling a little out of place and nervous noticing the looks they were getting from several tables. "Is very nice here" Mateo said clasping his hands under the table with nerves. Hannes smiled over at him "The prince made it clear I was take you somewhere nice". Mateo melted instantly at his smile "I cannot upset the prince on our first date" Hannes added. Mateo nodded slowly "You always do as he commands?" he asked. "Of course he is a prince" Hannes said quietly, "After all I want to take you out on many dates". "You do?" Mateo asked slightly taken back by his comment, yet loving it all the same. His nerves abating Mateo settled and over the course of their meal they both talked candidly about their lives. Mateo explaining how he managed to get in to America, blag his way in to a job then after six months he was made butler at the hotel where he came across the prince and Max. Hannes listened intently never once shifting his eyes, they remained fixed on Mateo and already he could feel there was something so special, alluring and sensual with him. He was certainly shocked raising an eyebrow when Mateo told him about the circumstances of how he ended up in service to the prince. When Mateo sat back nursing his glass of red wine and staring at Hannes he handed the conversation over. Hannes opened up about his life in Monrovia, growing up and attending military school where both prince's were in the years below him. He joked at never being allowed to mix with the royal prince's, that and they were shielded and kept watch over closely. He explained that when he joined the sovereign guard at 22 and entering royal service that he finally met the royal family, adding that he has never looked back and loved his position in the palace. Mateo put his glass down on the table "You are so lucky, knowing where you go in life" he said. Hannes smiled "You are lucky as well, here you are in service to the prince and half the palace". Mateo looked at him with confused expression "He is a good judge of character" Hannes explained. "There is one other thing I left out" Mateo spoke in a hushed tone, "I had sex with the valet". Hannes chuckled "Tom?" he questioned and Mateo nodded, "I too have had sex with him". The both burst out laughing comparing notes and Mateo sat there with his mouth open hearing about how he restrained Tom to the bed then vice versa. Then Mateo went on to tell Hannes about their night in LA when he found himself alone with Tom. Hannes finished his wine off "What about serious relationships?" he now asked. Mateo shrugged "Not really any. Most think I am comercio callejero áspero... Err. Rough trade you say". Hannes laughed "Really?" he asked, "I think you are incredibly sexy Mateo". "You?" Mateo asked finishing his wine off and feeling embarrassed by the compliment. "A couple of boyfriends but nothing you could call serious or relationship" Hannes replied honestly. Mateo nodded "And Tom. Is not your boyfriend?" he asked leaning forward. Hannes shook his head "No. Tom has his eye on someone else. Gareth the head groundsman" he replied. "Ah, sí. I see him last weekend" Mateo replied, "esta enamorado de el" he said musing his words. Hannes stared at him longingly "I love it when you slip in to Spanish like that" he said smiling. Mateo chuckled "I am sorry, when I drink I forget to speak to English" he replied. "When we date properly then I want you to teach me Spanish" Hannes informed him. Mateo smiled and nodded "I teach you" he replied knowing he was giving the okay for them to date. Hannes sat there with the cheesiest grin on his face then called the waiter over and paid, they stood and walked out together. Mateo felt the gentle breeze over his face, it still had a bit of nip on it, the evenings were certainly getting a little more warmer though and less snow was laying on the ground around the city. They walked slowly back to the palace talking, then through security past the sovereign row houses and to the palace household entrance. Hannes turned to Mateo and kissed him softly "Thank you for a lovely evening" he said. "Is over?" Mateo asked looking him in the eye with a worried look. Hannes nodded "Yes, it was our first date Mateo. I want to build a relationship with you". Mateo felt all warm and fuzzy inside hearing those words and nodded indicating he was open to the idea. Hannes smiled at him and held his hand before kissing him several times then bidding him good night they went their separate ways. Hannes looked back at the palace breathing a huge sigh of relief that the evening had gone well, despite his age he was pretty green in the eye to starting a whole serious dating thing. He just knew that jumping in to bed was not the answer and that had always proved disastrous previously, he wanted to do it properly with Mateo, slow and easy. He certainly felt this was the right guy for him and hoped Mateo felt the same.

I always felt a bit inexperienced, maybe that was why I rarely tried to hook up at all. I thought I'd mess it all up or not know what to do. I am only 18 but still, I wanted to not disappoint the expectations people were bound to have for a hot date. I was already on my third load while watching some hot porns, but today my libido would not settle down. I think I needed the real thing. I was online in a flash, but I had no idea what site was best but I settled for adam4adam. Being a rare sight online did have its perks, you got lightning fast responses and instant interest. A 42-year old muscled massage therapist hit me up (at least he claimed to be in the profile when I took a look.) He asked if I minded older men who liked submissive boys. I admit I never gave much thought to top, bottom, and the in-betweens but his question caused my dick to stiffen. Must be a sign. "Yeah, I'm down for that," I replied, pondering where we'd fuck. I couldn't do it at my parents house. Hopefully this guy could host and was close by. "Can't host, and I'm guessing you can't either." His next e-mail confirmed the worst case scenario. I thought it was all over, I told him sorry and maybe another time. "Hold on there boy, daddy isn't finished with you yet. Send me your address, I'm in your part of the neighborhood, get that hole ready and be outside in 10 minutes, and no matter where you're at, I'll be there." I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He seemed determined and excited to meet me. I was just a skinny gamer dork, though often people remarked I'm much more attractive than I seem to realize. I was considering this as I got ready and it seemed like a mere instant before I was outside and a sleek black mercedes with tinted windows was pulling up before me. I glanced around nervously incase I got it wrong, but the window lowered to show a grinning dark haired man with a handsome square jaw and traces of silver hair through his beard. The smiling blue eyes were enough to make ice melt, this was definitely the guy. "Hey boy, ready to please your daddy?" He questioned as he patted the passenger seat next to him. I went around and got in as shy as can be, I couldn't even answer him. I must've been blushing. "Mmm, don't worry boy, daddy is going to take care of you," a strong masculine hand reached over to massage my left shoulder tenderly. His fingers were like magic as he worked that hand across from my shoulder, to my neck, and then down the mid of my back. I completely relaxed, even when that same hand stuffed itself down into my shorts and his strong insistent fingers invaded my hole and pushed me forward a bit to give him easier access. "Ah...I didn't bring lube," I admitted suddenly, realizing I had some as his fingers worked at me roughly. "Don't you worry about that," the blue-eyed sex god whispered in a sensual voice, "I'm gonna take of that hole." That's when we stopped. I looked around not realizing that we were in the parking lot of a public park that was closed by this time of day. I looked at him questioningly. "You're going to service daddy right here and now boy, my cock needs to unload," and before I knew it I was face down in his jean covered crotch as he unbuckled and unzipped to reveal his cock which I couldn't remember the size of from the brief time I glanced at his profile. "Oh God..." I mumbled as I sucked gently on the stiff cock that was still hidden beneath his boxer-briefs. It looked massive. "That Cock is going to be your God boy as long as your servicing it with your holes," daddy told me in a matter of fact tone. I had a feeling this wasn't a man you said no to. His 9 1/2 inch circumcised dick was out and already dribbling long trails of pre-cum. His underwear had huge wet spots from the short drive over to the park. I couldn't believe I was doing this, I never took anything that huge before...and without lube? He couldn't really plan to put that in my ass? He coaxed my mouth over his thick head and used a hand to shove my head down so that I took nearly half his shaft before gagging and trying to resist. He continued to keep me in place, until I relaxed a bit and he could drive more of his cock into my throat and with his free hand he went to my hole and began to probe once more. My throat felt like it was a rubber band that had been stretched all out of shape. His cock was so thick I was sure he could probably see exactly how far down my throat it was. My eyes were watering and I could barely gasp enough air between his thrusts and deep throating to handle what he was doing to me. "Can't deep-throat daddies cock to make it cum boy?" An evil and greedy glint came to his eye, "Then your sweet cunt hole is going to pleasure this dick instead." I tried to apologize, to say I'd do better...but he placed his index finger firmly against my lips and just said, "Shhhhh." "Get on your knees in the backseat, look out the rear window and stay that way after you lower your shorts so I can see that ass," he ordered. I wordlessly complied, I wasn't sure what would happen if I tried to question the instructions. My hole felt so vulnerable in the air conditioned car when my shorts were pulled down. I heard him climb from upfront to position himself behind me, he grabbed my hands forcibly and put them in front of me, "You leave those there, you don't do anything. Daddy's in charge now." He shoved my legs apart with his knees and a firm hand pushed against the small of my back arching it slightly so that my butt poked out a bit further and my hole felt more open and exposed. "D-do you have a condom?" I asked nervously, I was almost surprised I even remembered to question him, I was so nervous about even handling it. "Yeah I have a condom," I heard and felt him spit right onto my hole and then another sound of him spitting, probably for his own cock. That monstrous piece of meat was pressed against my sphincter quickly and with both his hands on my hips he pushed me back onto it and down slowly. I squirmed uncomfortably, trying to ease back off it...it got so thick so fast I thought I'd rip open without lube. "Where you think that hole is going?" Daddy growled, he kept pulling me down but now he also rose to greet my hole too and his cock popped suddenly and forcibly into my hole. "AHHH!! OH GOD!" I cried out trying to get away now in earnest. My hole was on fire and I thought his cock felt like there was nothing on it. I tried to turn around to see but that's when a strong hand clamped on the back of my neck. "You look straight ahead fuck toy," he barked, "You are my property now, you don't act, you don't think. You just take this dick til I'm done with that boy pussy." I made a soft noise of protest, but I complied, relaxing somewhat. His cock slowly eased further into me, and the burning sensation subsided. "Good fucking bitch boy," he commended me. My reward was a sharp and deep thrust upward that plunged him fully into my unsuspecting hole. I swear, it was like a kidney moved out of the way in order to make room for that cock inside me. The hand that was on the back of my neck now moved to my throat as I cried out. He squeezed firmly and deliberately choking me into silence. I still tried to make another noise of protest and turn to face him...I quickly regretted that. The second hand came to join the other and both now choked me harder til I was submissive and he pulled back on my neck as he choked so that I arched my back more and opened more of my hole to his greedy cock that was eagerly pumping me. Things were starting to get hazy, I could feel my hole was really wet for some reason like it had been lubed up. Did he really pre-cum that much? Fuck. If that was pre-cum he was in me raw...but it didn't matter. I couldn't do anything with that death-grip controlling me like the reigns for a horse. I could see in the rearview mirror up front his firm hard body pumping me, and the ass that had a tan line from his days on the beach or maybe working outside. Maybe if my hole didn't feel like it was never going to be tight again I could have enjoyed the sight of him fucking my ass...this fucking Sex Beast of a man. His thrusts became jackhammer hard, I could breathe again as he let go of my neck and put one hand to my hip again to keep it firmly in the position he seemed to like the most, which was the one where my hole was tilted upwards a bit so the curve of his cock could hit this sweet spot inside my ass I had no idea was there... his other hand worked his fingers into my mouth forcing me to suck on them. I didn't realize doing that would make me open my hole more. "Now you're ready boy," he leaned in as he impaled me viciously and bit onto my neck. It was hot even as it hurt, but I saw why he did it. His cock swelled even more as he must've been getting close to coming, it was easily 10 inches at this point hit painful spots in my ass that seemed to feel extraordinarily good to him. His clamping down on my neck kept me from moving anywhere as much as it hurt and as much as I felt more and more like he was just using my ass because it was inexperienced and young to fuck. I wondered if I was really just a hole to him like he said earlier. He didn't care if I got off or enjoyed his cock...though I know on some level I was enjoying his cock. He just wanted to get off and I was the sap who let him inside. "Please," I begged, "Tell me you have a condom on." He began to grunt and lead into me hard, slamming my hole with such force I felt like it was a shockwave going through my entire body and numbing my boy hole completely. I moaned with the strangest sense of pleasure through all that pain and worry. He kept thrusting deep and purposefully, his cock kept moving to other places in my hole with each thrust spreading what I could feel was his load. I couldn't just be imagining it, there was so much and it was so warm. "Boy I told you," he said with the hint of a laugh in his tone, "I have a condom. It's you."

Absolutely did!!! Used to live on the Gulf coast and made a trip to New Orleans a couple times a month for sex weekends. My intent the first time wasn't to get fucked raw, but got a lot of attention being "new meat" and soon found myself stealthed and cum running out of my ass. Used to live the dark arras of Club Orleans . Really have missed that place since it closed

look at you, ya piece of fucking trash kneeling there on the bed, head down because you know you aren't fucking worthy to even look at a real man like me. Arse up, presenting like a dog in heat, desperate to be mounted, fucked and bred like the worthless piece of fuckmeat we both know you are only an hour ago we were chatting online, you telling me how much you NEEDED my thick cock rammed up your shitter. that I told you I liked it rough but you wanted it anyway. you wanted it so bad that you let a fucking stranger come into your flat and find you exposed and ready to be fucked. and here you are now waiting for some signal that I'm actually the bloke you were chatting to. Hell you don't care ya whore. Could be any cock, doesn't matter as long as its a real man fucking you isn't that right whore?? **SMACK** my hand slaps you hard across the right arse cheek. you still don't look around to see who is in the room with ya **SMACK** you yelp as my hand spanks the left cheek but you don't object - you know fucking better. I'll beat the shit out of ya if you complain on the nightstand are the lube and condoms "for my use" as you put it in your chat. well fuck that - I don't use either - as you are about to find out. both hands come down on your cheeks hard and then roughly pull them apart giving me my first real view of your skanky shithole. Your tight little turd tunnel is so fucking excited to see me it actually winks at me like a cheap whore looking for business. 1 glob of spit right on your button and my cock slams balls deep up your arse. your scream is music to my sadistic ears. I slam my body down on top of you pinning you to the bed, preventing you from pulling away as you claw forward trying to get off my cock where do you think you're going???? get back on my cock!!! I slam in again, more beautiful screams and a delicious little *sob* Too big???? nah I think its the perfect size for my pleasure and that's what this is about MY pleasure, not yours you piece of fuckmeat. you're just a cock socket for me to shove my dick into however I want so you better take it and shut the fuck up you cant take it?????? But cuntface, you told me you COULD take it in our chat - no wait - actually you said you could take the dick that I sent you a pic of!!!!! Yeah sorry, that wasn't a pic of MY arse-ripping cock - just a random pic off the internet. Didn't want to scare ya!!! bet your pretty scared now though huh? Slamming in and out of your hole, fucking love your squeals and yelps as I angle my cock in different directions to make sure I bruise every inch of your pathetic insides Man I am loving the spasms in your arse ring - or what's left of it - as you desperately try to recover from my almost dry entry. Cant have that, you were made for suffering. a few punches causes your fuckhole to clench again making the sensations on my cock so much better. unfortunately its been 4 days since I last used an ass so this is gonna sadly be a quick one. I rape your hole harder, viciously as I get closer to my orgasm, trying to block out your crying - not because I don't want to hear them but because they will push me over the edge sooner finally with a bellow, I cum, shooting wads of spunk deep inside your torn up shitpipe, whitewashing your guts. I collapse on top of you as the last of my seed dribbles into your guts. eventually I get up and yank my cock out of your fuckhole, causing another little yelp from you. the tight little pucker that winked at me earlier now looks more like a black eye "don't move" I command and you obey like the pathetic little sub you are. I grab my now flaccid cock and start pissing over your ass, hole (which must have stung judging by your sobs and clenching) and the bed. Just wish my cock had been harder so I could have shoved it back in. I pull up my shorts and jeans and am out the door before you even realise I'm finished I get home and predictably there is a message from you. I open it expecting a big long rant or complaint about not using a condom or that I raped you or pissed over your skanky duvet but instead it was just one line... "Same time next week???"

A 19 year old in neighborhood graduated school Sunday .I asked him what he wanted for graduation I was thinking something for college etc I did know he was gay he replied he wanted to try to top bareback. He came over last night. When he undressed he had a thick 6 inch dick. long story short he fucked me 4 times I feel asleep He work me up with a nibble on my neck and his dick up my ass pumping in number 5

Got the sling room at Flex in Atlanta Thursday night. Took 8 anon loads blindfolded. 3 loads in the sling and 5 anon ass up face down with blindfold on the bed.

It Happened in the Bush by Hozzel May 2022 Dean Harmon just had to get away. He had developed a major hard-on for cute Ricky Delgado and could not get his sexually tormented mind off the young man. Dean first saw him on the morning commuter bus. Ricky got on two stops after Dean. Soon Ricky acknowledged Dean with a dimpled smile and even a wave. Later, Dean discovered Ricky went to the same gym. Form-fitting workout top and tight shorts showed off Ricky's short muscled body. Dean would chat to Ricky while they both worked on the weight machines. But when Dean saw Ricky emerge from the pool wearing only a brief budgie smuggler, that was it. Dean's cock began to let him know it wanted Ricky. It wanted him bad. For weeks now, Dean had watched and talked to hunky Ricky Delgado, had admired his oh-so-fuckable round ass, his truly lumpy biceps and broad chest, his brown eyes and cheeky laugh, and especially his delectable package. Things came to a head when Dean spied Ricky in the gym's shower. Ricky's penis seemed to be at half-mast. With strong will power, Dean kept his hands off Ricky, made no comment and only glanced. He did not want to mess up a possible friendship by making a big mistake. Dean's cock, however, had other ideas. He was having to relieve himself twice or more times a day of late, thinking of Ricky. Dean normally liked to bottom but with Ricky, he wanted to top. He wanted to sink his thick cock into Ricky's firm ass one way or another. Preferably more than one way! That was it, Dean thought. He needed to go somewhere and deal with his carnal feelings once and for all. Early Saturday morning he packed his camping gear and tent, dropped off at the shops for supplies and headed north. Two hours later he pulled into the parking area at Daveys Gully campgrounds. It was still mid-morning and the hiking trail beckoned. Dean changed into T-shirt and stubbies with socks and hiking boots then headed off. A couple of clicks along the trail headed up to the ridge. It wound through a forest then opened up to a flat grassy paddock. A mob of kangaroos momentarily stopped munching. Ears up, gray faces turned toward him. Three hopped off but the rest remained and went back to feeding. Dean crossed the paddock and the trail re-entered a gum-tree forest and up a small hill. His heart beat strongly and he perspired heavily. He still felt turned-on. He reached the top of the hill and stretched beneath the bright sun, inhaling the fresh warm country air. In the distance paddocks spread a glorious panorama of rolling brown hills, covered by squares of green and yellow crops or purple weeds or brown earth, edged by native shrubs and tress. Down and around the corner knoll babbled a small rarely visited creek. Over a decade ago Dean had sunned his naked body on the grassy bank. He would have to find that magic spot. As he headed over the crest Dean's mind wandered again. He pictured Ricky's nude body, all those toned muscles and that deliciously desirable cock almost standing to attention, ripe for his hands and eager mouth and ass. Oh yes! The more he imagined, the more excited Dean became. Feelings blossomed of fantasy lust. His hand drifted down and found an unexpected present. He had not even noticed he had become hard. I need relief, he thought. In his soaring imagination he lay his back while Ricky worshiped his cock. Then he was on top of Ricky's shorter inviting body, between his thighs, thrusting deep into Ricky's tight ass. They were moving, moaning, writhing together, their erotic feelings mounting. Oh, ah... That did it. Dean pulled his T-shirt off and tied it around his waist. Warmth prickled his naked skin. His hand slid past the elastic of his shorts and his fingers found the naughty culprit. It was a solid as any of the trees and it demanded attention. He pulled the shorts down and his cock sprang free. The warm spring air felt exhilarating. Slipping his fist, Dean continued along the path. He loved being hard and could never get enough of that. Down near the creek, next to a sandy boulder pile almost covered in blackberry vines, a grunting sound sharded his reverie. Dean stepped around the twisted vines. "Uh ... uh ..." Next to the stream, beneath large trees, on the small grassy patch Dean remembered, a hunky dark-skinned man lay naked. His knees flexed wide. Dean saw his fist furiously move up and down as he moaned and grunted. He lifted his hips, strained and viciously mauled his long erection. "'Uh! Ug! Fuck!" His arm stretched, accentuating his muscles and chest. Dappled sunlight glistened his sweat. Dean knew he was only seconds from cumming. Should he? Dare he? Dean stepped and a sudden twig snap caused the man to stop. He froze, arched his neck. Saw Dean. The gorgeous man did not bolt, did not say anything but held his cock and stared at Dean's solid erection. Then he looked up at Dean's eyes and smiled. Dean decided to take a massive risk. "Don't waste it." Dean quickly ran. Without a word, he removed his shorts, knelt and pushed the man's hand away. Dean grasped the base of a nice thick rod. As he lowered his head, the man raised himself onto his elbows, shook his blurry head. Dean began by slowly running his tongue along the man's length. Then Dean parted his lips and dove. The smooth head filled Dean's eager mouth. Dean heard, "Oh, fuck, just what I need!" Dean's head bobbed. He licked and sucked hard. He worked the man's shaft and balls. The man reached and tugged. Dean spun around on top until his dick hung over the man's face. Dean felt warm lips then teeth then strong sucking as the strange man tried to swallow. The man reached and pulled at Dean's hips before his hands kneaded Dean's cheeks. Like an expert, the man took the head of Dean's swollen cock into his throat. It did not take long before the man began to buck and moan around Dean's hard pole and push his cock deeper into Dean's mouth at the same time. Dean jerked and sucked hard. In moments, the cock pulsed. Sticky mangoo shot into Dean's surprised mouth. He swallowed quickly, trying desperately not to let a precious drop escape. When the stranger finished, Dean rose and rolled on his side. He ran a damp palm down the man's solid chest and stomach. "That was amazing," the man said, smiling. "Hey, let's not waste that stiffie!" He spread his legs in an obvious invitation. "We'll have to be quick. My friend is on his way here." Without hesitating, Dean scrambled on top. The man's legs came up around Dean's rear. Dean probed his rock-hard cock between the man's fleshy buttocks. Gazing down on the man's smiling face, Dean gently pushed until he felt his knob stop at the warm, tight entrance. "Is bareback okay?" "The only way to fly, mate. Go ahead and fuck me. I want to feel you jizz me raw!" Dean pushed. His cock popped in easily. He slid further. It felt as if the stranger may have been naturally lubed previously. The man just grinned as Dean pushed as deep as he could. The man's heels rose and pressed his bare heels against Dean's rump. "That's...wow...feels good. I like your size and your body feels great." They both panted heavily now. Dean started fucking. He felt the man clench as he pushed and pulled and thrust. In minutes they were sweating and laughing together, pushing and clutching against each other almost as if they fought for each others orgasm. Dean kept fucking until he felt his body tingle. With a wide-eyed shout, he tensed, pushed hard, and blasted several thick shots into the man. The stranger held Dean's forearms then pulled him down, wrapping his arms around Dean's back and holding firm while Dean spasmed in glory. The man moaned and said next to Dean's ear, "That was amazing. I really felt you blast. I loved how you squirmed and shouted, too." Dean raised himself up on straight arms, looked down, and laughed again. Amazingly, he was not wilting so he began to move again. "What's your name?" he said to the smiling man beneath him. "Jim Hawkins." Dean stopped moving. His mouth dropped open. It couldn't be. "I'm Dean Harmon." "Really?" Jim said. A smirk cross his face. "Do you know Ricky Delgado?" "I see him on the bus and at the gym. That's your friend? He's cute." "Cute?" Jim snickered. "Tell you what, he sure has the hots for you. Been talking about you for weeks now. And now I know why!" "Well, I didn't know how to approach him, and I wasn't sure if he was... And... Well..." "He's a hot little sex-crazed fucker." "I sure am!" Dean's head snapped up and right. Ricky stood only a few meters away. He was grinning widely and had already begun to strip. "You are," Jim announced, "and you know it!" Ricky said, "'I am so jealous you got to Dean first! I've been wanting him to make a move." Dean levered himself up and pulled out of Jim. His cock stood wet and solid, despite the embarrassment. "Look, I don't want any trouble here. I'm sorry Ricky, I didn't know." "I seduced him," Jim grinned. "You would! And what trouble?" Ricky said. Naked, he scrambled down on hands and knees onto the grass next to his muscular dark mate. "Wasn't I obvious enough at the gym? I'm a fucking bottom and I love to be fucked. Come on you two. Let's get it on! Dean, you can finally fuck me, and Jim, give me your dick. And then I get to be in the middle!" XXX A/N: This is a work of fiction. Everything has been made up. Love to know how this story affected you. Don't be shy and don't hold back. The Hoz.

Love crisco with some jlube powder mixed in. Best of both, the sickness of the jlube and the body of the crisco. Also love frozen crisco balls for deep fun. A couple of those worked up inside and allowed to melt while getting opened up helps lube deep

Another great little chapter. As @daddybear54 has already said, love is definitely in the air 👨‍❤️‍👨

First time I went to Steamworks in Chicago, I gave about 20 blowjobs.

Heart of Chicago - I take every new boi or cumdump trainee there for 10 days. They can leave anytime but never do. When we get home they wanna move in - LOL. Other is Travel Lodge on Valencia SF

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It's spring and love is in the air! So many heart-warming moments in this chapter, as everyone goes out of their way to make Mateo feel welcome and to fit him into life in the palace. And then ending up with Max and Alex having a beautiful and hot private moment and Hannes and Mateo going on a wonderful first date. This whole chapter totally pulled on my romantic heartstrings!

In the mid '70s I was a high school band nerd. I had hoped to be cool and play the French horn or a sexy saxophone, but I ended up with the tuba. 'Tubby the tuba' for this scrawny, sheltered nerd. I was so self conscious about my lanky adolescent body. I wasn't good at sports and hated being on the 'skins ' team. The change room after gym class was torturous. I was terrified getting naked that I'd throw a boner. Especially while in the shower with the gorgeous straight jocks. At least I just assumed they were all straight. I'd grown up quite sheltered and hadn't even heard about gayness or homosexuality until one of my gregarious female friends asked all the guys in band if they ever had gay fantasies. For me a light went on and a deep seated secret fear was confirmed. Not only was I different but I was something people only talked about in secret and with a level of disdain. The only good thing about playing the tuba were my fellow tuba players from the senior classes. Fran was smart, really smart, top of her class, and very friendly towards me. We both had dark curly hair and turned brown the moment we stepped in the sun. We joked about the beautiful babies we could make together. Although I knew I had no interest in her 'that way'. Yup, I was so nerdy I couldn't even say 'sexually', even in my brain. Nick was no where near as friendly. In fact he so intimidated me I don't think I spoke a single word to him for the two years we played and practiced side by side. I didn't think he even noticed me, but I lived for his arrival at practice. I can't even really describe his overall looks my attention was so obsessively drawn to his nipple. See he always wore a plain button down shirt and jeans. Compared to most other guys he always left one or two more buttons undone. From where I sat I could always see his left nipple peaking through the gap of his partially open shirt. Without even knowing what it was, I lusted after that beautiful nipple. I woke from wet dreams of sucking on it. I thought he was so sexy and I was deeply jealous of the girls that I assumed he 'did it' with. Fran, I and some other friends went to the drive-in one night. Nick and his girlfriend of the moment were in the row in front of us one car to the right. I found I couldn't concentrate on the movie and kept checking the activity in Nick's car. I could clearly see they were not watching the movie either as they kissed and made out. I grew increasingly more jealous and ashamed that I was so aroused. As intermission began Nick's door opened. I couldn't look away and was rewarded with a quick glimpse of both his nipples. His shirt was completely open and he was pulling up the fly on his jeans. I couldn't help but follow him to the concession stand. I stood behind him in line and could swear I could smell the sex he'd been engaged in. As he left with his order I got a close up look at his bare chest and 6 pack. I was afraid I'd blow my load then and there. I quickly ordered a drink for myself and rushed to the bathroom as I'd noticed he had headed in there. I was able to snag the urinal beside him and got my first glimpse of his big flaccid cock as he shook the last drops off before returning it into his jeans. I didn't know the term at the time but thought how exciting it must be for his girlfriend that he was commando. That night's wet dream consisted of me replacing his girlfriend in the act of filatio. I was a total virgin to any sex but the dream seemed so real that when I awoke I checked my mouth for the cum I dreamed he dumped in it. I was so disappointed that I scooped up some of my fresh cum and took my first ever taste. Instantly I knew I couldn't wait to experience the real thing and even quicker I knew I was too frightened to follow through on this desire. For the rest of that summer I went to the drive-in every Saturday night, even if I wasn't interested in the movie, even if I went alone. Every time I stalked out Nick's car, parked close enough to watch and tortured myself with the endless parade of different girls and women he would bring and make out with each week. The hot humid night he left his car for the concession stand only wearing sandals and short cut-off jeans I promised myself that I would at least say something when we inevitably stood side by side at the urinals. Even though it was all I could manage to keep from reaching over to his beautiful semi erect cock I broke my promise and never said a word. The next summer I actually got a job at the drive-in concession and learned that he usually brought a different female guest three to five nights per week. Even though he had become my sexual role model hero, I did nothing to act on it and left high school as a total and complete virgin. Despite my vivid wet dreams I hadn't even sucked a nipple, let alone a cock. I turned 18 in September of my 1st year of university. I returned home for high school convocation in mid October. The day before the ceremony I was at the school to practice with the band, they had invited graduates to join them for 'their big night'. Mr. Daniels, the vice principal and my former sex education teacher caught my eye and motioned me into his office as I was leaving rehearsal. As obsessed as I had been with Nick's nipple, I was equally obsessed with Mr. Daniels. He was a tall slim mid thirties classically handsome man that always wore chinos, sports jackets, checked shirts and ties loosened around his neck. Through the one or two open buttons at the neck I could see a tuft of thick black hair poking through. I would be totally distracted by this throughout class imagining how sexy his hairy chest would look with an open shirt. He was sitting on his desk and I quickly realized the office was being painted, there was no other furniture, a few tarps and a step ladder. He invited me to close the door so we could speak in private. As I moved to lean against the step ladder he removed his sports coat and tie asking me if I minded. I was sure I was blushing and assured him it was fine. "Sorry I don't have a chair for you, but I must confess you look great standing there. You're filling out nicely. " I was now on fire and knew he couldn't miss my blush. "The girls at uni must be all over you." Damn, I was starting to bone up. "Aw, um ... still a virgin sir. (Choke, cough) Fuck was that my outside voice?" "Yup! Not to worry son, your secret is safe with me..." he grinned " ... that is unless you want me to help you change that? " "Oh yeah, fuck me Mr. Daniels. ... Fuck, fuck, fuck! My outside voice again! Why don't I shut the fuck up?!" "No need" he laughed "How old are you?" "I turned 18 last month." "Great! And since you are no longer my student why don't we play a little game. Let's take turns asking each other to do something. Only one rule, don't ask for something you're not willing to do. Deal?" "Awe , I don't know." "Okay, let's start really simple. Why don't you open up your shirt and give me a better look at your developing torso and chest?" I know I was beat red and scared shitless but I couldn't pass up the chance to see how close my imagination had gotten in congering images of his open shirt. As I reached to start unbuttoning so did he and he matched me button for button. My mouth hung open as I gawked at the thick pelt of dark fur on his chest and treasure trail. "Your turn son." "Um. Anything?" "You know the rule. " "Can I kiss your nipples?" "You heard the rule. Can I kiss your's?" "Holy fuck, yeah!" He stepped toward me, bent and kissed both my now erect nipples followed by nibbling them and rolling his tongue around them. Then he stood puffed out his chest and said, "Your turn." I did my best to follow his example luxuriating in his chest hair tickling my lips and tongue. "Your turn sir." "Can I help you slip out of your pants, ease things for your boner?" We were instantly unbuckling each other's belts. There was some awkward dancing as we helped each other off with shoes before the trousers were tossed aside. His boner peaked out over the top of his tight white breafs. "Can I, um, tu ... tu ..touch it?" I stuttered. He guided my hand to his cock head as his other hand reached inside my underwear. His was so warm and hard. I couldn't believe Mr. Daniels was holding my erection. Precum started to ooze from mine. "Can I lap that up?" he whispered. "Fuck yeah!" I replied. He was instantly on his knees with the tip of his tongue at my leaking cock slit. I gave one gasp and began to cum on his handsome face. By my second contraction he had me buried deep in his throat and guzzled down everything I pumped out. He was licking his lips with delight as he pulled off . "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry ... I couldn't stop myself. " He simply stood and shared a very cum sloppy kiss with me. "New game young man. Answer the next five questions with a yes and I'll give you what you asked for ... I'll fuck you. You in?" "Yes!" "One down, four to go." "Yes!" "I didn't ask a question. " "Sorry. " "Do you promise to tell noone what happens in this office?" "Yes" "Do you want to suck my cock?" I was instantly on my knees with his eight inch cock stretching my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his head just as he had mine. "I'll take that as yes number three." "Mmmmmmm " I affirmed with my mouthful. "Will you tounge fuck my hairy ass?" I didn't have a clue how to do this but pulled off his cock turned him around and dove into his ass hole with my tounge ass he held his cheeks open. "Nice! That was yes four. One more to go. " I wanted to say yes but my mouth was busy. "Do you want Nick to fuck you?" "Holy shit, was I that obvious?" "From the first day you saw him. Was that your fifth yes? "Oh fuck yeah, absofuckinlutely! YES!" He moved me to and bent me over the desk proceeding to eat out my hole as his hand messaged my still stiff cock. After five minutes of this I begged him, "Fuck me already!" He stood and teased my virgin tight hole with his raw cock head. It was all I could do to keep from pushing back on it but he'd been my sex ed teacher and had always emphasized the importance of condoms. 'You boys don't want to knock a girl up, and you never know what STDs she might have'. There had been no talk of gay sex but my nerdy brain quickly made the transition. "You got one son?" "Fuck no, I never dreamed this could happen. " "There are some in the top drawer. Grab one if you want. " I handed him an unopened package. As he took it he continued to tease my vulnerable hole with his raw cock head and as it penetrated asked if I was sure. "Ugh, fuck, that hurts man, pull it out." "Whatever you want son, but I promise it will feel better if you just give it a moment. Breath deep. " As I took a few deep breaths he pushed halfway in. "Nice kid, one more deep breath now. " As I took it I felt my ass completely relax and his full length slide in. Or did my ass suck his entire raw cock in? It felt magical. Then reality hit; "Fuck man, the condom, you need to put the condom on." "You sure? most gay guys are going to want your ass raw, skin to skin ." "Honestly I'm not sure .You feel so fuckin good in there. But no. You taught me 'wrap it up'. "Okay, whatever you want. " When he pulled out I felt so empty. I just wanted his cock back. He suited up, grabbed lube from his desk and started back into me. This time it really did burn but I encouraged him to fuck me. After a short time it was clear he'd gone soft and his cock fell out. "Damn things! I can never stay hard in them. Sorry kid, looks like we're done for today." "No fucking way Mr. Daniels. The rules are you gotta be willing to do what you asked for. My turn to enter your ass without a condom. " "Hey, you want to fuck me? Go for it." We had soon switched places and I was pushing my naked cock in his hairy hole. He groaned with pleasure as I bottomed out and encouraged 'now pound my ass young man. " With my inexperience it was not long 'til I felt I'd loose control. He must have noticed my erratic breathing. "Remember don't ask for what you're not willing to give. You breed my ass and you know what you're gonna get next. " I couldn't stop myself I was pumping him full of my swimmer's. I collapsed on his back and could hear and feel him purring like a kitten. When I got up and pulled out he moved me onto my back on the desk, ass over the edge, my legs spread and lifted on his broad shoulders. He lined up his raw cock. "What do you say young man? I won't force you. Do you need me to suite up." "Fuck, yeah, I do. ... Acept I knew the rule. Besides you felt better naked and I really want to feel your load in my guts. Breed me Mr. Daniels. Finish taking my virginity!" For the next 3/4 of an hour he raw fucked me in every position I could imagine. When I was leaning against the ladder he fucked me so forcefully he pushed it and me across the room. I was on my back on the floor, legs in the air taking it missionary when he asked with ragged breath, "You ready? I could pull out if you want? "No fucking way man! Don't pull out, cum in my virgin ass. " I had never felt so powerful in my life as he convulsed deep inside me. When we regained our breath he spoke. "Fuck man. I've wanted to do you ever since I laid eyes on you in my first class. Thanks. And please be sure to pay me a visit whenever you come home." I most certainly took him up on that invitation. Even though I used condoms with most future guys, he and I never discussed them again. Since I went home to work summers I knew I had a constant and reliable source of giz to feed my hungry ass. -----‐‐‐-------- ------------ ------------ ----------- Stay tuned. I have more planned for this 'Nipple Series.' As you can see I like games and the other stories might turn up in this or other forums on this site. Will Nick ever fuck me?

Same for me. When I am fucking that loaded bottom or being that bottom that collected all those load. Sloppy, used, and filled are the way holes should be.

Absolutely fucking perfect! I cannot wait for the next chapter. OINK boys!! OINK!

I can tell, and I love it. Some tops seem to get jealous, but I'd just be proud of my bottom. Sharing is caring! It's more fun and, paradoxically, it can strengthen a relationship. The expectation of exclusive access to a bottom's hole gives way to, "Hmmm, I want you to get bred by other guys because fucking your sloppy hole feels even better for me."

It would require a discussion with your doctor (or other professional licensed in your state to prescribe medications, perhaps a nurse practitioner or physician's assistant). Discussion is especially important because this would be an "off-label" use. If your medical provider is aware of gay (and trans) sexual behavior, is humble enough to seek new information, perhaps by contacting one of the DoxyPEP principal investigators, and is flexible, you might be able to move to a conversation about whether this approach is right for you. If you receive a flat-out refusal, see if you can find a doctor who has experience serving GLBT patients, or go to a community clinic with that focus. Here is the "provider letter" being given to study participants, for us to pass on to our regular doctors. My doctor was happy to prescribe doxycycline. I'd love to hear, via this thread, from other people who have asked for and/or received doxycycline for STI PEP. The evidence of efficacy from the DoxyPEP study was so strong that the experiment ended early, and participants not assigned to receive doxycycline will have the option. Separately, because doxycycline has been available for so many decades and is so widely used, there is plenty of evidence about its safety, side effects, and risks. There is also lots of evidence about the risks of antibiotics generally. (The DoxyPEP researchers are continuing to monitor study participants, to look for any antibiotic resistance patterns.) A recommendation to use doxycycline for STI PEP would take a long time and a label change, even longer — if either outcome ever happens. This doesn't mean access should be or will be impossible. For example, intermittent or "2-1-1" Truvada for HIV PrEP is supported by research and has been added to the CDC PrEP guidelines, even though the product hasn't been relabeled. When Truvada for PrEP is prescribed with less than daily dosing, that's an evidence-based but nevertheless off-label use. Good luck!

I love fucking my boyfriend and discovering he’s already got another man’s load in him. It’s so good mentally and physically.

I miss the old days also! I miss them most of the time. I do love the internet though! 🙂

Over a year ago I posted here about how hard it is t get castrated in USA. Since then I found a doctor here in my city that does these type operations. I have an appointment with him in July and i have obtained from psych doctors two letters approving me to have this surgery. So sometime (depending on doctors schedule)after July 5th I will at the least be castrated and hopefully my sack as well removed. Cock I will discuss with doctor as this is a more complicated surgery.

l would love to remove your cock and balls myself, then make you eat them, or feed them to a hungry dog.

Matt reached under MJ's wifebeater to stroke his hairy chest, grabbing NJ's hand so he could do the same. "While we were picking up dinner daddy Ty and I had a talk. Our first fuck should be the one to infect you, so a few broken blood vessels will make fertile ground for my seed. You and I both know that it'll be ay more intimate and loving than an ordinary fuck, likely the same level of intimacy as with daddy Ty, just different because you're the man I created!" Next door, Ty led TH upstairs to his son's bathroom. Picking up TJ's toothbrush, he asked, "Do you know what we'll be doing with this?" "I've read about hole brushing as part of the pozzing process, and using my own toothbrush to do it will add to the intimacy." TJ replied. "Dad, you're so good to me. Just think, tonight you'll become my lover, fucking me poz with the cock that created me." As Ty and TJ returned, Matt said, "Now that we're all here, I think we need to give you young men a total cleanout. My bathroom has a huge shower and 2 separate hoses. It's also a his and his with 2 toilets. Let's take off what little we're wearing and leave it here. We won't be leaving our bed except to eat and use the bathroom." Naked, the 4 of them practically ran up the stairs, with MJ taking a brief detour to get his toothbrush, setting it down next to TJ's on the nightstand. In the shower, the 2 young men stood under the shower heads. Both valves were set for the hose. "Hands against the wall. Ty, insert the hose into TJ's butt while I do the same with MJ." They did just that. "Water on!" Less tan a minute later, they slid the hoses out. "Now, into the bedroom until you're ready to expel." MJ and TJ emptied their bowels and after a second round of the hose, everything was clear. To be continued

Name: Ricardo Telephone number: +447789895864 Age: 50 (look more like 42) Hight: 182cm Weight: 70kg Location.: UK, can host in Worthing (south coast) or travel as far as London, Portsmouth, Brighton, Eastbourne. Available 5 days out of 7 and most evenings. Experienced neg BB bottom with an ass that can take large sized cocks and always ready that craves to be filled with cum, poz loads . Being a Blindfolded anon cumdump and / or whored out for serving any tops craving to fuck and breed. Other sleezy is enjoyed.

I don't think you are required to or tell how a hook up just how much sex you have. If you sign on to any of the regular hook up sites, and you see the same guys who are in their 20s, 30s or 40s, you can bet they are getting laid. This is my feeling on the subject, if I wasn't getting laid on a particular site, I would go elsewhere. I use two in particular, and have done so for years. Because I live in a bit of a tourist area, there are always guys coming into town to fuck with. I don't have issues finding new guys. Do I mention to new people who I have hooked up with? No! I can tell you that if it is a group scenario there are times when a particular individual's screen name comes up, and I usually shut up. It's interesting to see everyone's "spin" on that particular guy. Here are a few exceptions to my rule about keeping my mouth shut. A. If they stole from my home, or from my backpack. If someone steals from me, and I in fact know they did, I will mention it to other people because I don't want that to happen to them. B. If they have an STD (like syphilis) and didn't bother to tell me, I will tell others. This happened to me where I went to a tricks house, and this was someone I had played with in the past. The lights were so dim, it was almost dark. When I got a view of him in the light, he was covered with blotches. He knew he was sick, and didn't bother to tell anyone. If someone can't show personal restraint and fails to notify his partners he is ill, I think that is terrible. I know some guys are not aware they are affected, but if they are all they need to do is go to the public health clinic or personal doctor, not spread it around. I

My first time to a bathhouse was probably unique and not usual. I'd been curious about Club Dallas, the bathhouse in town, but was too scared to go as I didn't know what to expect or what it would be like. I'd been to Adult Book Stores by this point and had hooked up with guys at the non-gay spa I go to. I'd turned 18 and knew I could get into Club Dallas but was worried it would be mostly older guys and was worried about what might happen to me there. I'd been chatting with a guy named Eric who went to SMU and we both really wanted to hook up but neither of us could host and he was creeped out about doing it in my truck or in a public place. He suggested Club Dallas and admitted he had been before. I admitted I was curious but had never been. I was also kinda turned on that he admitted he'd been there before so I knew he was probably as slutty as I am. He explained what Club Dallas was like, what went on there, and offered to meet up with me first to get to know each other and then go there to fuck. He was pretty hot and wanted to bareback, so I agreed and met up with him beforehand. We met up and chatted a bit and went to the club and he showed me around it. We also got a room; not that you have to but it does give you some privacy to fuck. We went at it until we both were spent and he said he wanted to find other guys to get with and asked if I was good. I said I was and that I was going to find other guys to get with too. He said I could use the room so long as I was cool with him using it at the same time too. I said I was and went out to find another guy. I wasn't looking long and found a guy to hook up. As I headed back to the room I saw Eric chatting with a good looking redheaded guy in his 20s that had a huge cock. I smiled at Eric as I passed and went back to the room so the guy I picked up could pound me. And pound me he did, pumping two loads in me. Eric brought the redhead back with him as I was getting fucked and soon enough I could hear him begging for the redhead's cock and cum. When the guy fucking me finished he headed out and I went to go shower and get in the hot tub. There were a few guys in the hot tub including a guy in his 20s with a huge cock that let me stroke it. He was average looking with a fair amount of ink and after jerking him for a while he said I should take care of him. I told him I had a room and we went back there and he drilled the hell out of my ass, pumping two of his loads inside me and letting me pump one inside him. He fucked me so hard though I was kind of done. After he left I looked around for Eric but couldn't find him, so I presumed he was in another room getting fucked. I showered again, dressed, and left. In a sense Club Dallas was more fun than an ABS as it had a pool, hot tub, and was more like a spa, but most of the guys there weren't as young as I typically run into at the ABS, at the gym, or on the trail near my house, or for that matter at the non-gay spa I go to. I did keep in touch with Eric and we'd meet up at Club Dallas to fuck and I was kind of in awe that a guy as young and hot as him was so open about hooking up at bathhouses, but I guess it was safer and easier than the bathrooms on campus. I guess we all have our kinks when you get down to it. I've been a few times on my own, but kind of prefer to cruise the gym or take my chances at the non-gay spas.

It was August 26th, 1977, the night of my 18th birthday. After a 3 month fling with my 1st man, including a few 3ways with his neighbor, he told me it was time to try my wings and the baths would be the perfect place. He prepared me, telling me what goes on , what to expect and gave me the confidence I needed to handle myself. Checking in, I got a room, stripped and as soon as I opened the door, a sexy, hot black man approached me. Reaching beneath his towel, I felt his cock and knew I wanted him to fuck me. On my back, my legs were around his waist and we kissed as he longdicked me. Before leaving my room, he said he hoped to see me later so I could fuck him. I was like a kid in a candy store, sucking/getting sucked fucking/getting fucked and mu SLUT gene activated kicking into overdrive. The black man did return and having been fucked twice, he took me without lube. Given the proliferation of apps, the baths aren't what they used to be. I miss the bad old days.

Pozzed Cheerleader 7 I walked or rather I slogged my way over to the Fieldhouse where the cheer squad practices. The men and women each have their own locker rooms. When I got there the room felt different, like they all had been talking about me and they hushed when I entered the room. Jamie had his locker near mine and Mark was a few away from me. We made small talk and soon the locker room was back into the swing of things. I turned my back on everyone to slip my jock on to hide my plug. I was wondering how my shorts were going to hide that thing. I just put it out of my mind. I scanned the room sizing up all the guys on the team. There were 8 of us. I knew Mark was bi, Jamie was gay and in the same situation as me. Michael was more than likely gay, but came off as a condom nazi. Jim was straight and dating the head cheerleader. Andy was an unknown, but he did hang with Jamie a lot and so did Jalen and Ty (the two black guys on the team). So, converting this team I may have my work cut out for me. WE tossed and tumbled our way through 2.5 hours of grueling practice. I mean tossing 120lb bitches in the air can be exhausting. I decided to hang back in the locker room as I did not want to get in the shower with everyone with the plug still in my ass. So I killed as much time as I could. I had 3 fresh loads from the bathroom this morning and I knew Mark, Jamie and Jalen were taking their sweet-ass time in the shower as well. I waited till I could not wait any longer. Most of the guys were gone, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and scooted into the shower. Jamie snickered, “I heard you spent some time in the Union hall bath this morning, that was my duty till you came along, it was supposed to go to Mark”. I must have looked shocked at hearing Mark was supposed to have that duty. I wondered what they had him doing. I would find out soon enough. I heard a slight moan through the steam of the shower and made my way towards the sound. It was Mark bent over with Jalen slamming his huge black cock in and out of his ass. Jamie assured me he was a recent convert and would be going up to see George and the crew in a couple of weeks for a full conversion. For now though, he is just using our cunts whenever the urge strikes him. I hoped the urge would strike me soon I thought. I asked Jamie who else was converting over. He assured me the whole team at some point they just don’t know it yet including the girl (that is a story for another time) . I wondered where did I come in with all this. Funny, you should ask that Jamie said and at the time Ty strolled into the shower. “I heard you give good head” Ty quizzed me. My answer was to pull him to me under the shower stream and fall to my knees and swallow his massive dark cock. I really took a liking to black cock the last few days. I could see out of the corner of my eye Jamie move over behind Jalen and begin to eat his ass. Poor bastard was being set up for being fucked and he did not even know. I heard Jalen moan, “tongue my ass deeper, you white cunt.” I thought I would take some initiative and let my fingers do the walking with Ty and would let them roam his backside. He pulled his cock out and smacked me hard against the face and said, “no touching my ass you white faggot cocksucker. I am not faggot like you mother fuckers!’ Oh, he was going to be a challenge. I went back to blowing him and giving him the best head he ever had in his life and I knew some of the girls that have blown him including my ex. Jamie was really working over Jalen to the point he was bent over sucking Mark while Jamie had two fingers in his pussy. I was amazed. Ty looked down at me and said, “looks like you faggots turned another one. I never thought they would get Mark, but you I knew it was a matter of time before they turned your faggot ass,” His words stung for a moment, but as far as he knew they just made us “gay”. He knew nothing about the pozzing. Jalen told Jamie that was enough. He wanted two cocksuckers on his massive tool. They did not have to be told twice. I was working on Ty's massive cock and tonguing his taint. His cock was impressive when it was fully hard. He was fully aroused when he told me to get up, bent over and present my used cunt to him. I did as I was told. Ty spit on my hole and guided his black cock into my pozzed hole. I let out a moan when I felt his wiry pubes against my ass. He did not wait for me to get accustomed to his big tool before he started fucking my hole. He used me like he owned me like Jalen was using Mark and Jamie. They sucked his massive cock until he ordered Mark to assume the same position that I was in. Jamie got behind Jalen once again and used his marvelous mouth on his ass. Ty was holding onto my hips as he pounded my ass as hard as I had been in my short time as a bottom slut. “I am going to breed your ass” he breathed hard. “I am going to make you three sluts a weekly cock stop!” With that I felt his cock expand and explode into my cunt. I lost count of the amount of loads I had in my ass that day or even swallowed. Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum in Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. More to Cum Joey

"Hey Stephen how are you doing?" I say walking into my girlfriends apartment. We're pretty new but with her crazy work schedule and the uncertainty of traffic her roommates were ok with her giving me a key so I could hang out and wait for her. "I'm good, a light day at the office and an exciting weekend planned ahead", he smiled as he changed the channel and dipped his hand into a bowl of snacks. "Oh? What's going on this weekend?" I asked as I entered my girlfriends room to drop my weekend bag off. "Cory's birthday party is this weekend!" "OH that's right! Shoot I wonder if Katie remembered." "You're cute", he laughed, "you guys don't need to get him anything, though it wouldn't hurt if you'd treat this more like home and walk around shirtless once in a while." "Funny, though I'm sure Katie wouldn't mind either." I said brushing it off. "You guys should just hang out tomorrow, drinks, music, games. The usual, but with more people." "Sounds fun, but I don't know Katie's schedule. But I'm sure we'll join." I went into the room and laid down on the bed. I spend the weekends here, there's always an event of some kind. I don't mind, and their friends are fun. Flirting never hurt and Katie thinks it's funny. The events never lead to anything much, just lots of drinking and on the rare occasion a guy will join the couple, Stephen and Cory, in their bedroom next door. I've never done anything with a guy, the idea of it is rather odd to me, and as much fun as they sound like they have beyond the wall, it's not my cup of tea. Katie came home late, like usual and we spent the evening after dinner watching Netflix and sex to tire us out before passing out in bed. She gets really wet and to avoid making a mess we have a collection of towels to lay down, and we mix things up with a bag of toys we keep under the bed, a few vibrators, a dildo etc. The next morning the party started early, Cory and Stephen were in the kitchen mixing mimosas and made Katie and I one. We joined them and wished Cory a happy birthday as we started the music and let the drinks flow. With a lack of breakfast I was starting to feel the booze, and Katie fearing she would be called into work kept handing her drinks to me. Guy after guy trickled into the party, bringing more booze, food, and energy. I was really feeling the drinks and could barely keep their names straight. Katie ran off on her phone. "There she goes" I thought. She came up and apologized for having to go into work and told me to have fun, and told Stephen to "protect me". They laughed it off and she ran out the door. The day went on and I was a bit more than tipsy, I went to the fridge to grab a water bottle and there were a new collection of little bottles on the door. I picked one up "Jungle Juice Platinum" it read. A guy walked up behind me and pinched my ass. "Starting early today huh?" he said reaching around to my cock and the other grabbing the bottle. I stuck my ass out to avoid his hand on my dick and my ass came into contact with his groin. "Oh! Uh I don't know what this stuff is and uh no thanks haha" I said turning and backing up. "You've never done poppers?! he exclaimed. Stephen heard that and "came to the rescue". He took the guy by the shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen and came back. "Hey sorry about that we can get a little frisky when alcohol is involved. I see you found some fun stuff there." "Uh yeah I guess what is it?" I asked still holding the little bottle. "They're called poppers, they just kind of make you enjoy sex more. Take it! give it a shot, might spice things up." I grabbed a water bottle and the "poppers" as he said and went to the bedroom, placing the poppers on the night stand for tonight. I looked up how to take them and it seemed simple enough, it also said "relaxes soft tissues, as in the muscles surrounding the anus". "Huh.. that's why they must like it then," I thought. I started watching porn on my phone and got curious, the girls seem to enjoy anal sex, and of course the gay guys like it. I wonder what it feels like, I reached under the bed and grabbed the toys. I got on my hands and knees and lubed up the toy, with the phone resting against the pillow, I slowly pressed the small toy into my ass. It felt very weird, and my body pushed it right back out. "Oh yeah, the poppers should make this better". I opened the bottle and as instructed put it under my nose to inhale. It made me cough, but almost immediately I was light headed. I pushed the toy in and it started to feel good. I think I can handle the bigger one. I reached into the bag and got the bigger dildo, it's just slightly bigger than myself so about 7 inches but thicker. with a bit of lube my ass took the entire toy. I was shocked. It felt good, but hard and a bit rough. I took a hit of more poppers and let it rest inside me. "This is much better than the bathroom!" I hear from behind me. "Holy shit!" I flipped over on my back, the toy shooting out of my ass and landing at the foot of a tall tattooed clean cut guy. "No, no, you're clearly enjoying it. Continue." he said handing me the toy. "Flip back around" My eyes darted to the door, it was shut and locked. "Continue..." he repeated, "let me help". He grabbed my legs and turned me over, grabbed my ass and pulled me up onto all fours. He took the toy, spit on it and pushed it in and out of me. It felt amazing, I reached out for the poppers and he laughed, "oh you really want to have fun, take 1 hit per nostril you slut." "Oh fuck" I said out loud, I had never been treated this way with girls and it was really dirty. I took the hits of poppers and as I did he took the toy out and put a bigger one in, AMAZING. It felt so good, it was getting so deep. He grabbed my wrists and put them on my lower back, and that's when I felt it. His hips rammed against my ass, his balls knocking into mine. He moaned and quickened his pace. I had never felt anything like it, my head was spinning, my cock was soft but I was hornier than ever. He took the poppers and poured some on my underwear and shoved it in my mouth. My head was throbbing, ass was throbbing, cock was throbbing. He ripped the underwear out of my mouth and pulled my hair. "Where am I going to cum bitch." "I don't care" I managed to say in my haze. "That's a good slut" he said as he thrust hard into my ass and yelled as he released into me. He put his shirt back on and there was a knocking on the door. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I immediately came to my senses. He just let the whole party know what was going on in here. I scrabbled and tried to put clothes on but he opened the door. The whole party was trying to look in the door. Poppers and toys all over the bed, and his cock still dripping cum. He grabbed his shorts and walked out, "great party Cory, he's all yours boys," he said as he left the party. They all stood there, half of them mouths agape. Stephen pushed through the crowd, and shut the door. "You ok?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. "Yeah, just worried about what Katie will say" "We can keep it a secret if you want, from her." he said as he rubbed my back. "Yes please." "Looks like you enjoyed it" he said wrapping his hand around my hard dick. "I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I ever imagined, but what does that mean now" "It doesn't have to mean anything, you clearly love women. you just happen to have fun with cocks. Word will spread through our group of friends, Thomas brags about all the guys he converts. "Converts? from straight to gay?" "Haha no, you're cute. He's Poz, although it looks like he might have succeeded in that too. It's not for sure, but you better go to the doctor to be safe. We'll be having a lot more fun."

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Chapter 3 Light poured in on Remy's face when he finally awoke, wondering groggily if he either forgot to turn out the lights or close the shades before he passed out last night, early this morning, whatever it was.... It all felt blurry when he tried to think about it and his head hurt. He started to try and get up, but found that he was unable to, he was cuffed to his bed spread eagle! As he started to frantically look around the room, he realized it wasn't actually his apartment either. The air smelled like weed, clove cigarettes, incense, piss, sex..... And something different that he couldn't identify. Wherever he was, a haze of smoke still clung to the air around him. Looking down over his body, his thighs glistened with moisture and a few deep sniffs of the air brought the familiar scent of cum. Was it the cum from last night or more than that? It did feel pretty wet down there for just a few loads... He began to struggle in his restraints when the door opened and a tall figure loomed over him. "Finally awake? I was really hoping that drugging you would be as simple as getting you to do it yourself, but I didn't think you'd take 2 pills!" The man laughed heartily, crossing the room to begin groping Remy's firm breasts with his hand. "It's all good though, turns out that your pussy still grips in your sleep and these are always fun to play with." He squeezed Remy's tits firmly and jiggled them around before slapping each one roughly a few times. "The customers can't get enough of you, especially the married straight ones." Remy froze and tried to process what he just heard, his cheeks flushed red, "What the fuck?! You drugged me? That was a bottle of melatonin and I thought I just had bad insomnia, what did you make me take?!" The man laughed again, reaching into his pocket to pull out a joint. "Oh no sweet cheeks. You drugged yourself. Not me! I merely replaced your melatonin pills with something a little stronger. You did sleep well, no?" "Well..... yeah, but my head is killing me and that's also not the point! How did I get here and what are you doing?" "In a van," he took a long drag of the joint and exhaled a cloud in Remy's direction, "making sure you do what you were supposed to. It's not my fault you decided to take enough pills to knock yourself out for a day before the rest of your visitors got there , and since you said you could barely feel those small cocks anyway, you don't need to be awake for it." That strange smell from earlier was back, causing Remy to cough a bit, turning his head in an attempt to avoid the cloud. "So you're the guy from Twitter then?" He started to look up to try and catch a glimpse of his captor when a hard slapped landed across his cheek, making his head throb hard. "Never said I was, just that I was making you do what you're supposed to. I never said I wasn't either. You know the rules, or are you that fucking dumb of a faggot?" He spit and hit Remy's cheek. "Try that shit again and the next guy may not be as nice." Remy shut his eyes tight, head spinning, trying to focus. Had he really been passed out for a whole day? Was he supposed to be at work? What about his hormones and his PrEP? His blood rushed in his ears and he felt faint. "Ok ok I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You got what you wanted from me right? Are we all done? Can I go now?" Raucous laughter filled the air and the man took a few long drags from the joint, reaching between Remy's legs and sliding a finger deep into his still sopping wet cunt. "You want to go? That's not what your pussy says boy." He curved his finger upward, pressing lightly until he elicited a gasp from Remy's lips. "But if that's what you want, it's your choice." He withdrew his finger and pressed it to Remy's lips. Intoxicated by the smell of his cum filled cunt, Remy licked and sucked the man's finger hungrily, feeling the emptiness inside him begging to be filled, stretched, fucked. He whimpered involuntarily, "I uh.... I mean I need to go home for my medicine. My T and my PrEP." "T? Why didn't you say so sooner? I can help you with that." The man smirked, left the room, and returned with a small toolbox in hand. He seated himself on the bed and tied a blindfold over Remy's eyes. "This will make the whole process easier. You already ask too many questions so just lay back and relax." "And what about my PrEP? I don't know how many guys you just let fuck me while I was out." He grew worried. It seemed way too good to be true for this strange man to just happen to have testosterone available for him, but there also wasn't much else he could do while tied to the bed like this. "Now that I can't help you with sweet cheeks. You see, it's way too late for me. And you really think that stuff is going to help you? You're flirting with fire and you know it." He dipped his finger into a baggy of glistening shards and pressed it against Remy's tight asshole, causing his butthole to clench tight as it began to sting. Remy hissed and winced, unable to do anything about the sudden burning in his hole when something else started to press against it. He felt flushed, warm.... horny, "What about my T, my testosterone? You said you could help!" "You said you needed T and that's what you got, now shut the fuck up and let me in baby boy." He pressed a bottle of poppers to Remy's nose which the boy instinctively huffed deep. He felt the tight hole flutter open and plunged his cock in forcefully, grunting until his pierced cockhead throbbed deep in the warm hole. He reached up and grabbed one of Remy's nipples, pinching, twisting, and tugging it to the rhythm of his cock slamming in and out. Remy couldn't help but moan like a whore. He still felt the hunger from being unsatisfied before he passed out and now it attached itself to this other new hunger with a vengeance. "Ngh! Fuck fuck fuck oh fuck me harder! Please fuck me fuck me fuck me!" The long thick cock felt so goddamn good inside of him. This is what he really wanted. "There's the cock hungry faggot I've heard so much about." He slid his cock out of Remy's asshole and moved up to his dripping wet cunt. "Give me that pussy baby. Fuck that's some good pussy, so filled with cum." His other hand moved to Remy's neck, squeezing lightly, watching his firm titties bouncing wildly with each thrust. "You ready for me to breed you with a poz load and knock you up? I mean. If your 'birth control' fails which I hope it will." The man's words shocked Remy with a jolt of reality... Poz load?! He'd been without PrEP for at least a day. What if that was enough to catch HIV?! But his cunt felt hungrier than ever, he was filled with an adrenaline rush he hadn't experienced since he started birth control as a teenager. He wanted to tell the man to stop, pull out, make him cum in his ass at least since it was a bit less risky that way, but that was not what came out of his mouth at all. "Fuck yeah! Knock me up. Breed my pussy with your poz load! God your cock feels so fucking good. I need your cum inside me so goddamn badly!" He pulled his cock out of Remy's ass and plunged into his asshole for a few strokes before switching back, going back and forth between his holes until his balls tightened. "Take that you fucking faggot! Be my fucking cum dump. I'm gonna fucking knock you up with my seed!" A few more thrusts and thick ropes of cum began jetting from his pierced cockhead into Remy's greedy pussy. He stood up and admired his handiwork, a nice dribble of cum leaked from the sopping wet fuckhole. He whipped his camera out and took a few photos. Another man walked in and looked over the scene before him, "What the fuck man? You're not supposed to knock him up yet! Get out of here." He went to each of Remy's limbs and removed the restraints, but kept the blindfold on. "Don't take that off yet. I'm going to leave the room then you can get your clothes and go home. Take your PrEP boy. Don't let that man talk nonsense into your head like that." Remy waited for the door to shut behind the man then hastily threw his clothes on, exiting quickly to figure out where the fuck he was and how the fuck to get home. A car pulled up. Whoever had taken him was oddly kind enough to provide an uber ride home. He got home and took his PrEP before even setting his things down, showered then applied his hormone gel, laying naked on the bed attempting to process whatever the fuck just happened. What in the world had he gotten himself into. He felt panicked, but also, super aroused. Back at the penthouse was a different story. "You almost cost us alot of money you know that!" A large bear of a man finished his beer then spit, almost hitting the other man's shoe on purpose. "He'll be fine Mike. It's just one measley day without his 'birth control'. Pussy grips better when you scare them a little. You know that." Besides, that little fucker took almost no convincing to start begging for my poz cum!" Mike sighed deeply, chasing his downed beer with a shot of whiskey. "Yeah yeah yeah. You're a sick fuck you know that, G? Don't let the boss catch you pulling that shit or he's liable to chop your balls off. We need that boy's holes to be neg this weekend for all the paying customers waiting to knock-up a pussy faggot. Boys like that aren't common."

I agree. The US version, Horse Market SF, held two at CLAW this April. I went to the first one and there were truly men of every description as both Stallions and Mares. We had one white hood of the 55 to 60 Mares. I made sure to suit up twice during the three hours or so to help him feel like he had a good time. The fact that I can fuck for a very long time helped me sample more than my share of Mares.

being a bareback gangbang bottom. taking load after load from anonymous stranger after stranger while a group of strangers watch, jerking off, using my mouth, taking a turn in me, or just being disgusted by what a fucking whore I am.

How do you get access to Doxy if you want to begin taking it? It requires a prescription and doctors are still catching up on PrEP (which has been long approved). Anyone doing this already?

Part 7 -“Bouge pas, on n’a pas fini avec toi! Tu vas juste être là pour nous!” (“Don’t move, we’re not done with you! You’re only here for us!”). I was already panting and breathing heavily. Those guys were going hard on me and I was already exhausted after just maybe half an hour of action. But I knew there was more in store for me. In between two breaths, I started thinking about what he had just said. “Loaded cum”. Those words were slowly making sense in my foggy mind. It wasn’t yet fully computing in my brain. But I didn’t get the time to think as I felt another dick sliding in my sloppy hole. The guys had switched places and I was now sucking on the dicks that had given me my first two loads. They were still fully hard and I could taste the remainder of their cum. The rest was deep in my ass. The scent of their sweat was quite powerful and driving me crazy. With the new arrangement, I could figure out what those two looked like. They were probably both in their early forties, fit without being muscular. One was quite hairy and the other completely smooth, with a tattoo circling his navel. Their faces were too dark for me to see and only their voices would indicate to me the state of frenzy agitation they were in. The smooth guy was thrusting in my mouth, holding the back of my head. I could see that tattoo moving back and forth, slowly regaining just enough clarity to realize it was a biohazard sign. His buddy behind me was drilling hard. The cum was dripping out of my hole, lubricating his dick in a sloppy mess. -“Sale pute, tu vas prendre ta troisième dose!” (“Dirty whore, you’re gonna get your third load!”). The smooth guy in front stopped thrusting, and holding my face up -“Tu vas prendre la jute de mon pote, salope. Il va bien tasser ma plombe dans ton cul!” (“You’re gonna take my buddy’s load, slut. He’s gonna squeeze my loaded cum deep in your ass”) before spitting in my mouth. He was looking deeply in my eyes and I could see his face clearly for the first time. A bushy brown beard and two little green eyes. I could sense a little bit of cruelty in his look but I couldn’t take my eyes off of his. -“Ouais, boss! Je veux être votre pute à plombe!” (Yeah, boss! I’ll be the dump for your loaded cum!”) I mumbled with my tongue out, just showing how hungry for cum I was. I received another spittle that I swallowed before opening my mouth again. I felt the guy behind me picking up the pace. My head was banging against that biohazard tattoo in front of me. They were talking to each other, encouraging him to breed me deep. My knees and back were aching from trying to maintain the same position but I kept arching my back to demonstrate how much of a good cumdump I could be. -“C’est une bonne petite pute ça! Vas-y, remplis-la!” (“That’s a good little whore! Go, fill him up!”). Planting himself deep inside my hole, I felt his dick throbbing four or five times. -“Prends ma dose, salope!” (“Take my load, slut!”) he said in a groan. I could feel my body drenched in sweat. I fell lying on my stomach, out of breath. The guy pulled out and I heard them walk away. I needed water but was too exhausted to move. I just stayed on the mattress in the middle of that room. My head was spinning, I wasn’t thinking clearly, and my vision was a bit blurry, but I could see a lot of action was happening around me. Guys getting sucked, others being fucked. I felt a dick sliding into my hole again. -“My turn! Been waiting for a long time!” the guy whispered to my ear in English. I didn’t even try to turn around and look at him. I just let him fuck and breed me. It was probably late because guys weren’t trying to hold their loads anymore like they usually do early in the evening. They just wanted to unload before going home and I was happy to help. Or I was probably just too tired to refuse. I got maybe four or five more loads, without the slightest idea of whoever gave them to me. I managed to get up laboriously with the help of the last guy to breed me. I was trying to collect my clothes. My t-shirt was completely drenched in sweat - and I think piss - and my sweatpants were stained with cum in multiple places. Trying to find my balance, I got dressed with the support of a stranger and made my way to the stairs. -“Told you I wasn’t too worried about…” he said before I left the room. I turned around to see it was the bartender. -“I can see I was right!” he added with a wink. I made my way up and caught a taxi. I was feeling dizzy and quite uncomfortable in my dirty clothes. I must have left a few cum stains on the seat. I got back to my hotel and slept through the day in my dirty jockstrap, without the energy to even shower before collapsing in bed. The next day, the words “loaded cum” were still resonating in my head. Were they really poz? How did I feel about potentially having just taken my first known poz loads? What was I supposed to do? Should I go for PEP? I googled the way to get it but it was a Sunday and I couldn’t figure out an easy way to do it. I decided not to do anything and jerked off in my hotel room a few times thinking of the previous night. I was scared as hell but also amazingly excited. A few months later, I tested negative during a routine visit. But I knew something had changed in me.

Okay, this is the point in the story where I got up and pushed a shard up my own hole. Then with dad's fat cock poised right against his son's ass, I waited for it to hit. And this is great stuff -- both the tina and the story!

For writing like this I can wait ijoey. Thanks for taking the time to spin a story for us. I like you dirty mind.

Thomas who lived in Pembroke Pines, Florida had just turned 18 in the middle of his high school year, and spring break had arrived. Thomas while being 18, looked young for his age. He was only 5’3” tall, 110 pounds, with brown hair and green eyes. He was also a virgin. Thomas knew that he was gay from a young age and jerked off to gay porn almost every night. He was especially turned on by black cock and poz porn. With a week off from school and no real plans, Thomas decided he was going to use his time off from school to lose his virginity to a black man and hopefully a poz black man. Thomas drew up a plan that he was going to tell his parents that he was going to spend spring break at a friends house, to cover for the fact that he was hoping to spend the week at a tops house where he could be fucked all week long. That Friday which marked the beginning of spring break Thomas enacted his grand plan. He told his parents he would be spending the week at a friends place, which they believed. He then posted an add on Craigslist with his stats with some cute pictures of himself and with the stipulation that the top must host him all week, but that they would be the lucky ones to pop his cherry, he also stated that he wanted only black poz men to respond. About 30 minutes after making the post Thomas got one reply, it was from a black man named Dennis. He told Thomas he was 65, 6’3” tall, 240 pounds with a 10” cock and was poz, but was unmedicated as his insurance would not cover the full cost of the medicine he needed and he couldn’t afford the portion that would. Kr be covered, meaning that Thomas would become poz himself if they were to fuck as Dennis’s only ever fucked bareback and never pulled out. After reading this Thomas became excited he quickly responded asking for Dennis’s address. Dennis provided his address which was in Hollywood, Florida. Thomas said bye to his parents packed a small suitcase and left to lose his virginity. Within 30 minutes Thomas was at Dennis’s address which was a small duplex. It was a 2 story building with four separate apartments, Dennis was in suite number 4 which was upstairs on the right. Thomas parked the car and walked up the stairs to his destiny with only a t shirt basketball shorts and sandals on. When he reached the door Thomas gave a quick knock and within seconds Dennis answered the door with a wife beater and shorts on. Dennis was everything he said he was and Thomas could see his cock bulging through his shorts. Dennis welcomed Thomas in and led him to the bedroom which had gay porn playing. Dennis then closed the bedroom door and told Thomas to undress. Thomas did as he was told. Dennis marveled at Thomas who was a cute petite white boy. Shaven all over with the only hair being on his head. Dennis became hard almost immediately by just looking at Thomas, as Dennis had blown a load in 3 days and his flaccid cock was not erect to it’s almost full length. Dennis’s then told Thomas to lay on the bed and to have his ass on the side edge of the bed. He then took some lube and poppers out of his night stand and lubed up Thomas’s hole, he then told Thomas to take a few deep breathes of the poppers through his nose. Thomas did and became horny and lucid. Dennis asked Thomas if he was ready to lose his virginity and be coke poz. Thomas who could barley see straight just stared at Dennis and smirked. Dennis took this as a yes and placed his hands on Thomas’s hips lined up his cock to Thomas’s hole and rammed it in as far as it could go. Thomas yelped in pain, as 8” of Dennis’s 10” cock entered him. Dennis then pulled all the way out and rammed his cock in again this time his whole cock was able to enter Thomas and his big black balls slapped against Thomas. Thomas eyes watered up and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. Dennis kept pulling all the way out and slamming back into Thomas, until he could feel Thomas’s ass stop pulsating around his cock, and given in as well as see Thomas eyes to roll back, and hear moans cone from Thomas’s mouth. After about 20 deep strokes he knew Thomas was broken in and Dennis went to town. The sound of black balls slapping against white skin and moaning from Thomas filled the room. Dennis fucked Thomas for a full hour. Thomas’s begged Dennis to cum inside him. Dennis was close and looked into Thomas’s eyes and asked him if he was sure as Dennis was super potent and that Thomas would become poz. Thomas yelled back I don’t care breed me make me yours. With thay, Dennis gave out a loud moan and filler Thomas up with cum, Thomas could feel Dennis’s cock puksate inside him and could feel his insides get warm with Dennis’s cum. Dennis then fell onto Thomas and they kissed. Thomas and Dennis ducked 3 more times that night. By the time Thomas left Dennis’s apartment the two had fucked over 50 times. Thomas’s was was rose budding from becoming so lose, as well as Dennis had one of his friends come over and give Thomas get a Jack of spades tattoo on his right ass cheek and right ankle. Thomas was succeeded in hiding the tattoos from his parents. Though about a month after spring break Thomas got really sick. Thomas messaged Dennis that he think he might have successful in converting him. Thomas took a hiv test later that week and it came back positive. Dennis had indeed been successful. Thomas’s parents were in shock that after high school graduate their precious white son was not only poz, but was moving out to live with a 63 year old black man. Within a month of moving in with Dennis Thomas had gotten every sexual transmitted disease under the book as Dennis has his friends fucking Thomas. Thomas went from only having sex with one guy to over 80. He also went from having a tight ass to have his prolapse coming out of him if he pushed from all the fisting and big black cocks he was taking. Thomas went from a virgin to a complete slut in a matter of months and he couldn’t have been happier.

That's so hot.

Oliver ran the bar of soap across his chest as the shower filled with warm steam. his heart sank thinking about the impending meeting with Doug, but he held his resolve. Doug had to know how to stop this. surely he could reason with him? Oliver planned his options carefully but just couldnt seem to think of the right words to say. Why was doug doing this? he hadnt done anything to upset the fatherly looking old man. "i dont..." oliver paused, fumbling for the words. "dont...cum in me?" oliver stammered in embarrassment. oliver sighed, running the soap across his ass and remembering Dougs words. "pussy" he grimaced. he stood there as the water cascaded over his thin frame. Doug picked the worst word for his body when he violated the boy. he said it over and over as Olivers body helplessly opened to invite dougs tool deeper. "girls have pussies" the boy grumbled, reaching down apprehensively to touch his soapy asshole he was shocked to see his dick begin to swell. "no" he gritted his teeth. he had to control this somehow. Oliver arrived at the office reception and nervously tapped his toe. the place seemed, emptier than usual. He scanned the room anxiously and tried to rehearse his demands. "Oliver?" Treys chipper voice rang out as the boy sheepishly rose to his feet and shuffled down the hallway. "room 11." the boy smiled. Oliver tentatively smiled back as he entered the dim room and sat awkwardly on the examination table. He waited for what seemed like hours as mere minutes ticked by. Finally the door swung open and Doug entered. "hey ollie! hows my favourite patient feeling today?" "a little better i guess" olivers heart sank, remembering the gift his body accepted just a few days ago. "oh dont be so glum there buddy. once you take your medicine im sure youll perk right back up' Doug turned to the boy, syringe in hand. "i...i dont want to do this" Oliver protested, as the strong older man wound the tubing tight around his arm. "nonsense ollie the medicine is good for you. it helps your special little gift." Doug gently squeezed olivers thin white arm, coaxing the teens vein. "i mean, i dont want to..." Oliver felt ashamed to even ask. What was he even asking for? its not like Doug didnt hear his protest. Doug carried on as if the boy hadnt spoken at all. "little stick" doug cooed, as he dipped the needle gently into the teens vein. "This medicine is a little stronger ollie so you might feel a bit different than last time." doug smiled at the despondent boy. "please no" he croaked, as Doug pushed the contents of the powerful cocktail into the young mans body and released his arm. "look at me ollie" dougs voice echoed in his head as the boy began to cough. "that a boy, see ollie? the nice medicine makes you feel good all over" Olivers heart pounded in his chest. "nnnnn" he groaned, trying to push a sentence of protest from his throat as Doug began unbuttoning the boys shirt. "my girl...." ollie groaned as doug unbuttoned the teens denim jeans. "lift up ollie" Obediently he picked himself up and Doug slid the rest of his clothes off. "she...." oliver stared down at his now rock hard cock, the soft blonde hairs at its base sparsely decorating the boys prick as a testament to his youth. "did you do have some fun last night ollie? you didnt sneak your little poz cock inside her did you?" doug teased as he began undressing. ollie shook his head. "its okay ollie I know. Once you teach a boy about that special little hole between his legs, its hard to even remember how to cum without it" Doug fetched a tube of lube from the countertop and squirted a glob onto the boys cockhead as it gently throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Oliver watched as Doug gently placed the boys hand on his cock. "nice big strokes now ollie" he instructed, as he hovered over the boy, phone in hand. Oliver began fisting his cock. the syrupy lube felt nice on his dick as he sighed contentedly, jerking his prick obediently. "youre doing great ollie. See, your body learns naturally once a mans cock is inside. At first it just feels...different" Doug smeared a glob of lube on his thick tool as ollie stared, mesmerized by the mans pendulous balls and swaying meat. "but eventually those big cocks in your pussy start to change things." doug pushed the boy back on his elbows and began massaging a dollop of cool sticky lube into the boys hairless pink cunt, working his fingers inside with ease. "see ollie? see how your little pink pussy just opened right up? your body wants a man inside you. its a natural part of how you cum now and pretty soon, you wont be able to cum without it." oliver groaned around the mans thick fingers as they danced in and out of him. "See Ollie can fight me. he can huff and puff and say no no no as much as he wants" Doug lined his leaking cock up with the boy and pressed gently, his hole opening around the glistening tool to accept the head. "but ollies body? well that will never say no. it opens up every time for my nice big cock" Doug stroked the boys cheek as he slid deeper inside. "look down ollie" The boy gazed at his slim hips, watching the doctor take him once again. Doug was right. Oliver could write an entire speech in the shower about how he just wanted to stop, but there was no way to keep doug out of his guts if his hole wouldnt cooperate. "just a little more, youre doing fine." Doug seated his cock into the boy fully as he groaned, a gentle gurgle emerging from his guts. "see ollie? thats your pussy talking, not you." doug began to gently fuck the teen on his rod, drawing his cock fully from the boy in a lewd slurp, before sliding it gently back inside. "Pretty soon thats all youre going to listen to, just what your body needs." doug smiled as the boys cock fired a quick shot of cum across his chest. "f-fuck" ollie stammered. "thats it, open up for the big pretty cock" doug whispered to the boy as he continued fucking just as if Oliver had never cum. "did you miss it ollie? this was what your body needed. what that nice little girlfriend of yours cant give you. Tell me where the nice big cock is ollie" doug watched the panting boy search his mind. Why did doug keep asking? of course he was inside him couldnt he hear it? dougs cock was loudly churning the boys hole. "in my pusssssy" he smiled, as doug held the camera to his face. "theres a good boy" doug cooed as Oliver relaxed his hips and leaned further back.

4. Playthings If you’d asked me, even five minutes after Raff ended the call, why I was lubing up toys to shove up my housemate, I doubt you would have got a coherent answer, much less a correct one. For all the parts of me that drone was doing wonders for, my short term memory wasn’t one of them. I’d all but forgotten about Raff and his deal, but he had implanted the idea in my head and that was the important thing. A line each and a quick make out session later, and Jesse was kneeling on the floor, leaning on the sofa, and pointing his ass at me. A plethora of toys were laid out next to him. More than I even realized they owned. Kneeling behind him, I rubbed my hands over his cheeks, cupping that perfect bubble butt in them and squeezing, making him wiggle. I pressed myself up against him, holding his hips and pulling him towards me. Even when unable to get hard, my dick still tingled with excitement against his hole, getting coated by the lube that still lingered from the double ender. He bucked against me, nudging me, wanting me to start. So I did. The double ender was already prepped and ready to go, so I started with that. The thing was as long as my forearm, I realized now that I held it. It made me wonder; how much of it had Jesse got inside me earlier, and how much of it could I get inside him now? It was time to find out. His ass offered little in the way of resistance as I pierced his hole with it, and Jesse let out a loud moan, pushing back, taking it even faster than I intended. For a moment, I was nothing more than a tool to hold the dildo as Jesse fucked himself, thrusting his ass back and forth on it. He easily rode it down to the halfway point, but never further. I figured that must be his comfort zone. The next time Jesse plunged down to half way, I made my move. Holding the toy tight in one hand, I wrapped my other arm around his hips and under his stomach, holding him in place, so that he couldn’t pull away from the thing in his ass. I began pushing forwards, and instantly earned whimpered from Jesse, who clearly hadn’t been expecting it. “Ah! Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” He started repeating, and he made some half hearted effort to pull away, but I didn’t let him, and he didn’t try harder. “You can take it.” I said, stroking my fingers on his stomach. “This is nothing.” He looked at me, and the momentary worry on his face melted away. He nodded, and buried his head into the sofa cushions, letting me get to work. “Good boy.” I took it slow, edging it in inch by inch, and making sure to pull out occasionally, fucking him at a shallower depth, before I tried to make him take the next inch. He moaned and whimpered into the cushions, but he never tried to make me to stop, or even slow down. Eventually, it got to the point where I didn’t want to push any further, for fear of losing my grip, and losing the toy. I had no idea how the hell you solved something like that, even if we weren’t both completely lost to drone. How much was actually in him? 10 inches? 12? My vision was so hazy, it was honestly hard to tell. However much it was, it was fucking impressive to me. I was sure I couldn’t take anything like that much, but fuck knows I wanted to try. I felt something inside me. A twinge of frustration, of anger. I found myself pulling the dildo almost all the way out, then slammed it back in, making Jesse shout out even louder. I took my hand from his hip and curled it up in his hair, yanking on it tightly as I pounded his ass a second time. He yelled again, but still, he never said a word of complaint. Just ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck’, over and over as I rammed him deep and hard. I wanted to ruin him, but even more, I wanted to be ruined in the same way. For the first time in awhile, I could feel my cock hardening a little. My arm started to ache, and Jesse had been reduced to a whimpering mess, barely moving under my abuse. I let the dildo slip entirely from him, and stroked one hand through his hair, and the other over his ass. It took him a minute to realize that it was over, but eventually, he pushed himself up and turned to face me. I only had a second to notice the teary eyes, before his mouth was on mine. He rammed into me with such a force that we both went over, toppling to the floor, kissing and holding each other. When we broke apart, I could see the worry and panic back on Jesse’s face, but I knew what do say. “You’re okay.” I stroked a hand over his cheek and into his hair. “We’re okay.” He grinned wide, nodded, and we kissed again. ~~~ ‘POP-POP-POP-POP’ followed by “Holy fucking fuck!” from Jesse was an odd and hysterical combination of sounds. I’d just pulled a set of anal beads from his ass, yanking them out like I was trying to start an old fashioned lawn mower, instead of taking it slow like I had the previous two times. He laid beneath me on the sofa, squirming and bucking his hips and grinning from ear to ear as he dealt with the sensation that I could barely even imagine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He kept saying, practically mouthing the words and barely speaking above a whisper. I knelt down and grabbed a nearby dildo, and started shoving it into him, delighting in the moan he let out. It was a chunky lump of black silicone, shaped like a veiny dick, and one that I recognised from being in Jesse and Reese’s room - they weren’t very good at keeping their toys stored somewhere out of sight. I’d got Jesse’s ass pretty damn messed up by this point, but even still, he wasn’t able to take a huge amount of this beast. There was a knock at the door, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Who the fuck is that?!” I said. The clock on the oven in the kitchenette told me that it had already gone eleven. That was a shock in itself. “What? It’s Raff, dickhead!” Jesse laughed, and memories of my brief conversation with Raff came flooding back to me. “The guy who told you to shove that up me, remember?” He pushed against the dildo in my hand and his ass - remembering Raff had apparently made me forget that I was doing that. “Go open the door.” “Oh shit, I forgot about him!” I let the toy slide out of Jesse then got up and shot into my room, rummaging around for clothes. “How’d he even get in the building?” Our apartment block wasn’t supposed to be accessible without a key, but at the same time, our neighbours were assholes. “What’re you doing?!” Jesse called after me. “Getting dressed!” I said as I threw on a pair of cargo shorts and a black vest. “Why?” He said as he went past my room, still completely naked. I heard the front door open, and then the sound of someone letting out a whistle. I stuck my head out my bedroom door, horrified that Jesse might have just opened the door on a random neighbour while completely naked, covered in lube, and flying like a kite. But it was Raff. It was unmistakably Raff. In the hallway, a huge black guy - in a black lycra top and black sweatpants, baseball cap on his head as I saw earlier - had my housemate pinned to the wall, one big hand on each little shoulder, mouths clamped together in a kiss that looked more like some beast eating his prey. Without stopping, Raff used his foot to kick the door closed behind him. Jesse’s hands were running up and down Raff’s chest. Raff’s shirt was so tight, every muscle could be seen underneath it, and there were a lot of them. Huge shoulders, bulging pecs, and abs that looked like they could block bullets. He had a bag slung over one shoulder, which rattled as he moved. “Holy fuck, boy.” Raff said, when they finally broke apart. “Are you even gonna survive this? Do you know just how fucked you’re about to get?” Jesse didn’t speak, but he clearly couldn’t control his excitement, which was painted on his face with a massive grin. Jesse nodded towards me; I was honestly surprised he’d remembered I was here. I’m not sure I would have if our positions were reversed. Raff looked at me, then smirked. “Hey there, mophead.” He said, letting go of Jesse and walking down the hall to me. He raised a hand, and I thought he was going in for a handshake. Instead, he grabbed my vest and balled it up in a fist, yanking it upwards, practically tearing it off me. As I struggled to take it off entirely, I felt his hand undo the button of my cargo shorts, causing the baggy clothing to drop straight to the floor, leaving me naked once again. “You didn’t have to get dressed up just for me.” He said, then went past me into the front room. I didn’t know what to think. Jesse obviously knew Raff, but he was a complete stranger to me, and he had just strolled into our flat and immediately taken complete control of both of us. I wasn’t so fucked up that I couldn’t hear the alarm bells here. Unfortunately, that would be the last time I could say that about the weekend. Jesse came up to me and took me by the hand. He must have known I was worried, because he squeezed it, kissed me on the cheek, then pulled me into the main room. “I’m just gonna add a little extra spice.” Raff said. He was standing at the mirror, holding something just above the pile of drone, his bag discarded by his feet. We came up behind him to see what he was doing. The thing in his hand wasn’t a baggie like the drone baggies Jesse had. I later realized that it was a square cut from some sort of gay porn magazine - there was an image of a guy hanging in elaborate ropework, getting fucked by a tattooed guy. It was folded up around a white powder, though I could tell at a glance that it wasn’t drone. While drone looked more like salt, this stuff looked more dusty, like talcum powder. “Speed.” Raff answered the unasked question. “Nothing too heavy - it’ll just help clear your brains up a little, make sure you don’t forget me again.” He smirked at me, and I blushed. “You could hear us?” I asked, as he used the card to mix the two drugs in with each other, and began racking up lines. “Well yeah, you were shouting.” “We were?!” Jesse and I both shouted in unison, making Raff laugh. This made us laugh, and suddenly, I was feeling a little less tense. Raff had created four lines, BIG lines, on the mirror. “I had a bit before I came, but clearly I’m playing catch up.” He told us, before snorting the first two lines himself, then handed the straw to Jesse. He hoovered up his so fast I was impressed he didn’t get whiplash, then handed the straw to me. I didn’t think I took too long in snorting my line. I only paused briefly to see if there was any difference between pure drone and this new mix, but it felt more or less the same, at least in my nose. However, when I turned round, the scene had already escalated. The black lycra top was thrown over the sofa, and Jesse’s head was level with one of Raff’s pecs, his mouth busy working the nip. Raff held Jesse in one arm, and with the other, he beckoned to me. I must have lost all focus for a minute, as I was suddenly in the same position as Jesse on the other pec, licking and sucking and biting at him, and I couldn’t remember crossing the room to get to it. The heat of Raff’s arm around me, and the feel of him holding me and Jesse together in his arms was incredible. “Good boys.” Raff purred in his deep voice. “Two tweaking little twinks for the price of one. Some fucked up God must be smiling down on me.” “Now, let’s see if this little mop can do what he’s told.” Shortly after Raff said this, I heard Jesse whimpering. I didn’t need to open my eyes to work out that several of Raff’s fingers were sliding in and out of Jesse’s ass. “Oh yeah, that’s good and slick. You better be grateful to your friend, Jesse, he’s made sure you’re going to get exactly the fucking you want.” He let go of both us, and stepped away from me, towards Jesse. Taking one of Jesse’s nipples in each hand, he began twisting and pulling at them as he continued talking. “He deserves a reward, don’t you think?” Jesse nodded. “Maybe I should fuck him instead of you?” A thrill went through me, and I was suddenly certain that that was exactly what I wanted, but Jesse clearly didn’t agree. “No!” He whimpered, pressing himself up against Raff, kissing at his chest and neck. “Please no! I need it. I really fucking need it. Please…” Raff laughed and took Jesse by the shoulders, pushing him away. “Alright, alright. Not that. But something…” Raff looked at me. His eyes looked thoughtful, but his smirk couldn’t hide the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing. “I know… Go kneel down in front of the sofa, Mop. Jesse, sit next to him and be ready to hold him down.” With his orders issued, Raff went over to his bag as we obeyed. I felt nervous, but I pointed my ass up and out towards Raff. I assumed that that was what he needed access to. “What are you going to do?” I asked. “Don’t worry. If you like the drone, you’re going to fucking love this.” Raff replied. He was right behind me with his bag, kneeling down behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him take some things out. I recognized one item as a buttplug - big, but hardly hole wrecking. I doubted it looked like anything in comparison to Raff’s cock. Whatever the other thing was, it made Jesse gasp. “Is that…?” “Fuck yeah, it is.” Raff answered. It was a baggie of something, but I couldn’t see what. “You get my cock first, so he gets to feel T first. It’s only fair, right? Hold him down.” Suddenly, Jesse’s weight was on top of me, pinning me to the sofa. I felt a tiny surge of panic, and began to protest, but I felt Raff’s hand stroke my ass. “Don’t worry, kid. Jesse’s not going to let anything bad happen to you. Right, Jesse?” Jesse agreed. “This shit will blow your mind. It’s just, it’ll hurt a little going in, and I don’t want you squirming. Just trust us, okay? Just relax.” They let me compose myself. Jesse whispered sweet nothings in my ear about how ‘fucking hot’ and ‘lucky’ I was, while Raff teased my hole with his fingers, which he lubed up and began to slip into me. He was gentler about it than I had expected, taking his time and slowly pushing deeper, stretching me out. It felt incredible, and I lost myself in the sensation. “Alright…” Raff said softly, after what might have been minutes or days of him playing with my hole. “This next bit will hurt for a few minutes, but after that, you’ll be seeing stars. You ready?” I told him that I was, and even pushed my ass towards him to prove it. I honestly wasn’t even thinking about what was coming next. I really just wanted him to continue teasing my hole. There was a horrible sensation as his fingers withdrew, but I bit my lip and waited. “Just a little one for now.” Raff said. “We don’t want him melting away instantly now, do we?” Jesse laughed at this, then I felt fingers back at my hole. I suddenly understood why Jesse had to hold me down. Raff was pushing something into my hole, and it wasn’t the buttplug I’d seen. It felt sharp, and despite what Raff had said, it didn’t seem small at all. My hole suddenly felt itchy and tingling, which was not a good feeling at all. As predicted, I struggled against Jesse, but he kept me in place, still whispering words of encouragement. I whimpered into the sofa pillows. When Raff’s fingers had pushed the ‘T’ as far as it would go, he withdrew again. Instinctively, I tried to push whatever it was back out of my ass, but I quickly realized that that was what the plug was for. I felt it against my hole as Raff pushed it in. It sunk in deep and hit the sharp thing, pushing that further still into me. I felt my hole close around the stem of the plug, and knew that it was fully inside of me. “Keep him still.” Raff instructed Jesse. “Till we know it’s going to stay in.” A few minutes passed in relative silence, before Jesse finally climbed off of me. “How you doing, mophead?” Raff asked. I pushed myself up off the sofa, and instantly, I was gone. Image from Raff’s wrap: https://imgur.com/a/lSnztnP

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 6 We spent the night spooning each other in bed. I woke with morning wood and Zak’s hard cock sandwiched between my ass cheeks. It felt so right waking in his arms with his boned up dick against my body. I snuggled further into Zak and worked his shaft against my hungry hole. Thoughts of last night’s breeding made my cock dance rock hard. Zak yawned and stretched, rubbing his boner tight against me. “Morning, babe.” “Morning.” He sighed and kissed the back of my neck, “Did you sleep well?” “Yep. Feels good waking up with you.” As he snuggled me and ground his cock against me, “Doesn’t feel so bad for me either.” “I can’t stop thinking about last night.” “That was pretty hot, wasn’t it?” “Want to do some more breeding today?” “Yeah, I’m game.” “You still have Jonathan’s number from lunch yesterday?” “I’m sure it’s still in my pocket.” “Why don’t you message him and see if he wants to have a drink and some threesome play?” I reached for my phone. Tap, tap, tap….. I tried to reach Jonathan with a text message. “Hey Jonathan….it’s Zeek from yesterday at the restaurant. U have plans today?” I snuggled into Zak again. A few minutes later my cell phone called out to us with a “ding.” I had a message from Jonathan. “Hey Zeek, Glad to hear from u. Enjoyed our ‘bathroom break.’ No plans today. What did u have in mind?” “Brunch and some 3some play?” “Love to. Where and when 2 meet?” Zak was stroking my hard shaft while I tried to concentrate on messaging back and forth with our new play bud. “How about Café Centraal on Kinnickinnic at 11:30?” “Sounds good. Will give me time to get moving. Still lying in bed. Feels good to sleep in on my day off.” “We are hangin out in bed yet too.” “Awesome. Nothing like a lazy start to the day.” I snapped a selfie of Zak and I in bed and sent it to Jonathan with a message, “U need 2b here in bed with us swappin cum.” “U R getting me turned on.” About a minute later pics of Jonathan’s hard rod and tight hole showed up on my phone, “Look forward to seeing u guys.” “Damn, can’t wait to tap that ass again. See U at 11:30.” “Boned with anticipation. Will your BF fuck me too?” “U bet he will.” I snapped a pic of Zak’s cock making sure to not include his biohazard tattoo then sent it to Jonathan with a message. “Here’s Zak’s cock….inked and pierced. You’ll love it…..feels amazing!” By the time I finished texting Jonathan, Zak had his lips wrapped around my shaft and was deep throating my cock. “Fuck, Zak that feels so good.” Between panting, “Jonathan wants…. you to…. fuck him too. I want… to see you… unload your…. poz seed in him.” “We can both breed him, babe.” I pulled Zak off my slick cock. “The thought of pozzing Jonathan has me so close to cumming. My dick throbbed and stiffened over and over. Precum glistened on the head of my shaft. “You better slow down, or I’ll be shooting my swimmers down your throat in no time.” We showered fully erect. I don’t think our cocks dropped to more than half mast the entire time. We made out while lathering each other’s bodies and stroking each other’s rods all soaped up. We both pissed on each other at the same time. Our urine mixed together as it ran down our bodies with our lips locked. On the drive to the restaurant our cocks strained against our jeans begging to be released. “Damn, Zak, I’m so boned up. I can’t get my cock to go down.” “I know, breeding always gets me going too. Try thinking of something else.” Thought I had it licked. I focused on thinking about the landscaping I wanted to complete around my house, but that led to thoughts of Summer, the hot sun, sweaty construction workers, to stripping their shirts off and my cock boned up again. Zak chimed in, “Not working I see. I have a sure way to kill your hard on.” “Go for it.” “Think about a woman naked. Her cunt is steamy and goopy with a yeast infection. When she spreads her legs it smells like a rotting fish.” “Damn, Zak….talk about not only killing my wood, I may be vomiting on top of it.” He chuckled, “Works every time.” We arrived at Café Centraal a few minutes early and ordered a drink at the bar. The bartender was a sexy number with ink up one arm, a trim waist, reddish brown hair and a scruffy 5 o’clock shadow. In no time my cock was boned up again. “Hi guys, can I get you a drink?” Zak blurted out, “I’ll have a stella.” “Bottle or tap?” “Bottle please.” “And you sir?” “I’ll have a Sam Adams……bottle.” “Coming right up.” The bartender bent down to get the beer from the cooler, allowing us both to check out his firm ass. Zak and I glanced at each other. Zak smiled and raised his eyebrows at me. “My thoughts exactly,” I said. “Here you go guys. Are you having lunch too?” “Yes, we’re just waiting for a buddy to get here.” “I’ll start a tab, add it to your food bill.” “Ok, cool,” I added. Swinging my bar stool toward Zak, I motioned toward my crotch and softly stated, “Think I’m going to stop battling the monster in my pants, because he’s clearly winning.” Zak chuckled, “You ARE a horny devil aren’t you, babe?” Jonathan was a few minutes late. He slipped onto the bar stool next to me and nudged my shoulder with his. “Hi, guys.” “Hey, Jonathan.” Zak added, “Hello, Jonathan.” “Zak and Zeek,” he said, “Kind of has a ring to it.” “It’s actually Isaac, but my friends call me Zeek.” “Well, I really enjoyed meeting you both yesterday……. Zak and Zeek.” “Same,” added Zak. “We just ordered a drink, Jonathan. Would you like something?” Zak motioned for the bartender. “What would you like, sir?” Jonathan ordered a brandy and coke. “With Korbel if you have it, please.” The bartender returned shortly with his drink in hand. “Thanks, man.” Jonathan scooped it off the bar, and we shuffled off to get a table. You could feel the sexual tension in the air as we perused the menus. I fumbled on my words, “So Jonathan, I bet it has to feel good being on the receiving end……ah, I mean being served rather than serving…..um….you know, waiting tables.” We all laughed….breaking the ice. Jonathan grinned, “I do like being on the receiving end in more ways than one.” (Thinking to myself) You’ll be receiving a lot more than you realize today. My cock twitched in my pants. “Good because Zak and I are in a giving mood.” (Thinking to myself) Or I should say gifting mood. Zak glanced at me with a cheeky grin that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. Our waiter popped in out of nowhere. He was short and thin, smooth shaven, and proper with his shirt buttoned to his neck. Nice, cute, maybe 19 or 20 and a little nerdy. “Hi, guys. I’m Coty. I’ll be your waiter today.” We all said hello at the same time. He quickly blurted out, “I see you all have drinks. I’ll give you some time with the menus and stop back in a few.” “Thanks, Coty.” As fast as he appeared he disappeared. Jonathan said, “Boy, he’s fast. Too much coffee or something, another cup and he may explode.” “Well, Jonathan, that bubbly personality you bring to your customers certainly stands out.” Zak tapped Jonathan on the shoulder, “Not to mention the added attention you give to some of us.” He blushed, “I do like my customers to leave happy, but yesterday was a FIRST.” Zak inquired with a flirtatious air, “Ok, Jonathan, see anything you like on the menu?” Jonathan smirked then continued to browse his menu. Without looking up he said, “Well, that would be on the dessert menu, guys, but yes I do.” Coty slipped into position at our table with his pad and pen in hand to take our orders. I wanted to tell him to loosen up a bit, unbutton his shirt and let his hair down a bit, but resisted the urge and let the young lad be. I just thought to myself a good stiff cock up your ass would do you wonders, Coty, as I smiled and placed my order. After a short wait Coty promptly returned with our lunch plates. I noticed his glances at the three of us. This was more than looking. This was checking us out in a subtle way. It set my gaydar off. “Is there anything else I can get you guys right now?” Zak said, “No, I think we are good, Coty, thanks.” He shuffled off to the bar area, but every time I looked at him his eyes were glued on us like he was ready to break into chorus of Diana Ross’s “I’m Coming Out.” About halfway through my Waldorf salad I asked, “Are you guys reading these signals from Coty too?” Jonathan replied, “You mean all the looks and stares from a distance?” “And all the glances every time he comes to the table,” Zak added? “Yeah, my gaydar is ringing like crazy.” “How could we miss it?” Coty returned to clear our plates, “Are any of you interested in dessert this afternoon?” Jonathan replied, “We saved room for dessert, but we’re having that at my place in a bit.” Coty naively said, “Oh, what’s for dessert guys?” Zak couldn’t resist, “It’s not WHAT’S for dessert, but WHO.” He glanced over at Jonathan with a smirk on his face. Coty’s mouth dropped open. The silverware slipped from his hand, and he nervously bent over to pick them up. It took him a while before reluctantly standing up. He couldn’t hide it. The tenting to the front of his pants was obvious. Coty was family too, whether he knew it or not. His face turned three shades of red, “I’ll be right back with your bill guys,” and he scurried off. My cock twitched and half boned in my pants, “I know he’s a little geeky, but there’s something sweet and innocent about him too.” Jonathan added, “Yeah, he is kind of a cute little number.” “He’s definitely a bit closeted or unsure of his sexuality,” Zak said. About 5 minutes later Coty returned. He placed the bill on the table. He could hardly look at us. Mortified, he said, “I apologize guys, and there’s no rush with this; whenever you are ready.” He turned to walk away and Zak stopped him by grabbing his shirt sleeve. Coty let out a little gasp. “You know, Coty, I hope I don’t offend you. There’s no reason to be embarrassed around us. I only said that earlier because we noticed your glances. We’re all gay here. What I said obviously turned you on. It’s cool, and you’re very welcome to join us for dessert if you like.” Coty nervously stuttered, “Ah, th…thanks, but um…..my shift doesn’t end until late.” Then he awkwardly slipped away. I left a note with Coty’s tip. “If you want to explore your gay side or just chat a bit give us a call, Zak and Zeek.” I didn’t expect to hear from him, but you never know. My focus shifted toward Jonathan and us breeding his ass. Zak was so excited at the thought of pozzing him. I’m surprised he didn’t cream his pants on the way to Jonathan’s place. “I can’t wait to dump our loads in his neg hole,” he said. I have to admit my cock was pretty boned up and leaking too. “Ditto!! The anticipation has me turned on big time.” We followed Jonathan to his apartment. My rod was throbbing in my jeans watching his tight ass strolling down the hall to his front door. Perfectly round, and plump, it filled out his pants so sweetly. I could hardly wait to tear those jeans off and bury my dick in his man hole. We no sooner got the door closed and Jonathan stripped his clothes off. His cock stood straight up in the air. He walked over to Zak and started making out with him and pulling his clothes off. As he reached to unbutton Zak’s jeans he was distracted by me pulling him to me, burying my tongue down his throat. I dropped my jeans to the floor. Having gone commando, our cocks immediately touched. We ground our wet shafts against one another, soaking each other with our slick precum. Jonathan pulled my t-shirt off over my head and tossed it aside as Zak slipped in behind him. Zak unzipped his jeans, flipped his hard shaft out, and worked it against Jonathan’s tight hole. Zak grabbed our prey by the hips and pumped his cock hard between his ass cheeks. I made eye contact with Zak as I made out with Jonathan. He winked at me, puckered up and blew me a kiss then shot me a huge smile. Jonathan arched his back and worked his ass against Zak’s poisonous meat. Zak reached in his pocket and pulled out a jacket, “I have a condom, let me suit up.” Jonathan broke away from kissing me and said, “Drop the rubber, get those jeans off, and fuck me with that poz cock!!” With shock in his voice, Zak replied, “What did you say?” Jonathan chuckled, “You came to poz me, and there’s nothing more I want than to charge up. Bury that poz cock in my hole.” My cock stiffened even more. Zak kept grinding against Jonathan’s tight ass, “How did you know I’m poz?” “I’ll tell you later after you both breed my hole.” Jonathan led us to his bed and sat down on the edge. He leaned back with his cock standing tall in front of him. While looking right at Zak he said, “Are you going to get out of those jeans now?” Zak reached down and unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to the floor, revealing his big, brazen biohazard tattoo marking him as poz and proud. “Fucking hot!!” Jonathan’s cock stiffened and pulsed down the length of his shaft as he gazed at Zak’s poz dick and ink. “Turn around and get on your knees,” Zak demanded and walked toward the bed. Zak greased up Jonathan’s hole with spit and worked the head of his shaft in his hole. I wasted no time in crawling on the bed on my knees and making out with Jonathan slow and deep. Zak shoved farther into Jonathan’s hungry hole raw. He moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss, and Zak impaled Jonathan all the way onto his rod. Jonathan stroked my pole. Zak pumped his ass slow and deep. I pulled my cock from Jonathan’s grip by standing up on the bed before him. After grabbing the back of his head I buried my cock deep in his throat. “Suck my cock, pig,” as I continued to face fuck him. Zak and I were in perfect rhythm fucking Jonathan from both ends. “You like my poz cock leaking poison in your hole, don’t you, pig?” I pulled my dick from Jonathan’s mouth after about ten minutes of deep throating. “Oh fuck, I want your poz loads in my ass so much.” Zak asked, “Yeah? You want my DNA?” “Yes, give it to me.” I stroked my pulsing cock, stiffening even more with each word. “Yeah? You ready for my swimmers to poz you?” “Fuck, yes.” Zak pounded into Jonathan, “Take my virus, pig. Here it comes.” “Fuck!!” Zak’s body jerked as ropes of charged sperm filled Jonathan’s guts. He quickly pulled out of Jonathan, leaving a trail of cream dripping from Jonathan’s stretched hole. “Get over here, Zeek, and get that cock in his cunt.” I scooped up Zak’s seed leaking from Jonathan’s hole and fingered it into his ass. I worked my fingers in and out of his gut then lined up my cock and plowed in. My meat was immediately coated with ass slime and my babe’s toxic cum. Sloshing my rod in Zak’s demon seed with Jonathan’s hole wrapped around my shaft made my cock throb. I worked my boyfriend’s charged load into Jonathan’s intestinal walls with each thrust. It was wet, slimy and incredible. Zak worked his dick into Jonathan’s throat, “Clean my cock off, pig. Suck it all down.” I slowed my thrusts, pumping into Jonathan feeling every inch of my cock slip deep inside. “Fuck your hole feels so good. I love working poz cum into you.” Zak held Jonathan’s head in place on his shaft, and let out a small shot of piss in Jonathan’s mouth. He quickly gulped it down his throat. “Yeah, you like that sweet piss don’t you? Want more don’t you?” Jonathan simply nodded, and I continued to fuck his ass, groaning with each thrust. I said, “You want my seed too, don’t you pig?” He again nodded as Zak fed him his piss. Jonathan devoured every drop of urine into his belly. “Are you ready for more DNA in your ass?” He nodded and mumbled, “Yes,” between gulps of piss. “Fuck, yes, cause I’m getting close.” Zak pulled his cock from Jonathan’s mouth after emptying his bladder. Jonathan licked his lips with piss dribbling off his tongue, “Oh my God that was hot!!” He took a deep breath, “Now give me your charged seed!!” “Fuck, you love that piss too, don’t you?” “Yes. I love poz cum and piss.” “Here’s my seed, pig.” “Fuck, yes.” My cock pulsed and throbbed over and over. “Yes, Fuck, yeah……I can feel you cumming in me.” I grabbed Jonathan’s hips after draining my balls in his ass. With each slow thrust of my cock I could feel our cum gushing around my shaft. As I pulled my meat from Jonathan’s hole he leaned back against my sweaty chest and with only a few strokes of his cock he splattered Zak’s chest with his creamy spunk. “Fuck, I want to poz so much!!” “Well, I definitely have a viral load,” Zak replied. “Awesome. What about you Zeek?” “Not even sure I’m poz yet. I haven’t tested, and Zak’s been filling my hole with tons of his virus.” “So you may be poz already?” “Could be.” “God, I loved that so much. Thank you, guys.” Jonathan kissed Zak on the lips and slipped his tongue in his mouth. We all flopped down on the bed in a clump of sweaty, hot flesh. After catching our breath, Zak again asked, “So how did you know I’m poz?” “Easy. I checked out guys in Milwaukee and Chicago on BBRT when I knew I was moving here. I saw your profile.” “I don’t have face pics unlocked in my profile.” “You didn’t need face pics. Your ink is hot. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw your tattoos at the restaurant. I knew it was you right away from your profile pics.” I said, “So you knew all along when you took my load in the bathroom stall?” “Sure did, and you guys thought you were going to stealth my ass.” Jonathan chuckled, “I would have played along, but the poz talk while taking seed is hotter.” We both laughed. “You’re a sly little devil, aren’t you?” Jonathan grinned with satisfaction, “So you don’t know if you’re poz yet, huh Zeek?” “Nope. No symptoms yet either.” Zak cut in, “But he should be converting any time now, if he hasn’t already. He’s taken a lot of my cum. You may very well have gotten two toxic loads today.” “Awesome!!” The surprise turnabout from Jonathan left us horny as hell. Driving home our conversation about our weekend of toxic play left us with two rock hard cocks wanting release. I pulled into my garage, and we were ready to fire off another load. The garage door closed and by the time I got out of my car Zak had circled around to my side. He tore my shirt off, and pinned me against the car door. His lips were gentle but aggressive against mine. “I want you Zeek. You need another dose of my virus?” “I want you in me.” Zak pulled my jeans to my knees and flipped me around against the car. I heard his zipper fly down and seconds later his throbbing cock was plowing into my hole. It was raw and rough. He pinned my face to the roof of the car and thrust in me repeatedly. I arched my back against his meat. My cock danced with excitement against the car door. The harder and faster he pumped my ass, the closer I got to firing off my own load. I could feel he was getting close too. His panting grew more intense, and he moaned and groaned building toward climax. His shaft expanded and stiffened, opening me up wider as he shot off round after round in rapid succession. His pulsing cock filled me with sensations that pushed me over the edge, and my rod exploded with a huge load of creamy jizz streaking across my car door. Zak pressed his body against mine. His cock still buried deep in my guts. He kissed my neck then whispered, “You know I’m falling in love with you, don’t you?” I rubbed my head against his. “Ditto, babe,” and he caressed my head and body then kissed the back of my neck. The feel of his body against mine sent chills from my head to my toes. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t falling in love with him; I was already in love with him, but I didn’t. Our relationship was still new. I wanted him against me all night, but I knew he would soon be heading back to Chicago. More to come......