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Hey all, sorry about the long wait. Though I never stopped reading all of the hot stories and topics on here, some life changes made me stop writing. I think it's about time I start working on it again. Hope you like it! A quick disclaimer before we get to it: though some events might have been based on real life episodes. This story is, nonetheless, a work of FICTION. Part two - Two bears and a chubby cub I had him then. And once I had my dick all the way up his ass, I knew what he was about to say before he even said it. "Fuck me please. I'm all yours" And fuck I did. Steady pace. Slowly and gently, making the cute chubby cub moan in ecstasy. His tight ass was squeezing my hard cock and I could tell he was not used to getting fucked... but he wanted to be and I could help with that. I started going a bit harder. Pulling almost all the way out and slowly sliding it all back up his hole. As I said, at just above 7 inches I wasn't the hung bear on the block, but I was big enough and thick enough to make him rethink his choices, and just as I thought, involuntarily his ass started trying to push out my condomless dick. "OH shit! It hurts." "You want me to stop?" I said as I slowed down, leaving just the thick head of my uncut bear cock inside his swollen hole. "No! I want it... just go slower. And please don't cum inside me." "OK babe", I reassured him again, knowing that my load would end up deep in his guts (and he would be the one asking me for it). I got back to it. Slow pace with a couple of harder strokes every once in a while just to feel that ass tighten around my dick even more. We got a rythm going. As I kep telling him all the right words and sweet nothings to make him relax, my hands were all over him - grabbing his shoulders so I could pull him back on to my cock, on his hips making sure he didn't try to move away from my raw bear dick, caressing the still light fur on his back so he would give in to lust, gently spanking and grabbing his thick ass cheeks... he was a hot cub and I was getting more and more into it. "I love how clean you are down there. I'm glad I could trust you to fuck raw. It feels so much better this way", I told him. "Yeah. Your dick feels so good. I swear I can feel it pulsing. You're the second guy that I ever played bareback with...." his voice trailed off. "Oh fuck... That is hot. Can you feel how hard I am right now?" I asked as I pulled all the way out and shoved it in one slow but unstopped thrust. This time he was ready, his ass was relaxed (and best of all, still amazingly tight) and he took it all in with just a small whimper. I picked up the pace. His moans and groans got louder I could feel him burning with desire and most importantly, this time there was no asking me to pull out or stop. I was starting to truly make his ass mine. He was loving it and I was loving it. The cub was ready for my load when suddenly his hands were on my hips trying to stop me. I slowed down. He spoke softly but with a bit of worry: "There's someone over there watching us". Ah. He finally noticed the guy. This was my chance. "It's a cruising area. There are bound to be other guys. I bet he's just looking for fun like we were. Either way, we don't have to worry." I kept fucking, slower strokes again, my hands just rubbing his shoulders and neck now. I wanted him to fully relax. "He is kind of hot. You can tell he is a hairy fellow, just like me." I told him. "You think it would be ok if we let him get closer and watch us?" It was a gamble but I didn't want to lose the chance... "Yeah... if you say it's ok..." he said sheepishly. I smiled without him even realising and I waved the guy over. He was next to us in a second and I knew why my friend had warned me before; Around 50 years old, nice belly, big hairy arms, chest hair poking out of his unbuttoned shirt, a beard with some grey on it and a nice bulge tenting up his trousers. Just the kind of guy I would happily bottom for raw (ah, the perks of being versatile!). I didn't know his status but from my friend's warning, I was pretty positive about what it was. "Very hot!" The stranger spoke. "Thanks. Glad you're enjoying it" I answered as I gave him a wink and got back to pounding my chubby cub's ass a bit harder than before. "You're enjoying it too, aren't you boy? Tell me how much you love my raw bear dick inside you." The words were chosen carefully. Now this stranger knew: I was fucking bareback. This hot piece of ass was into bears. The cub was clearly mine to use. "I love your raw bear dick inside me!" - he said in a low embarrassed whisper but with no hesitation. I took another chance. "You want to try and suck cock while I fuck you?" I asked. The stranger's eyes lit up and a devilish smile ran across his handsome face but he didn't move. He knows his game, I thought to myself - always let the bottom think it's his choice. "Yeah..." another shy quiet answer. I know he was feeling a bit scared but he was also to into it to say no. I could just picture him in his room jerking off to this exact situation, his cum spraying all over his fuzzy belly and chest as he fantasized about being a bottom for a group of tops - now was his chance to live out this fantasy. I slowed down once more to make sure I was taking it all in: A rustle of metal as a belt was unbuckled. A hard dick bursting out on to the warm night air. A nervous 22yo cub tightening his ass at the sight of another cock being presented to him. A stranger moaning as soft wet lips hungrily took hold of his dick (a bit longer than mine at almost 8 inches but not as thick - even I was lusting hard for it). Imagine the scene: Two horny and perverted hairy bears (with pretty nice dicks I might add) and an inexperienced chubby cub who had completely given in to lust. His eyes tearing up, once again that night, as a dick reaches further and further down his throat. Now with the added sensation of another dick (my dick!) relentlessly forcing it's way inside his tight ass at the same time. A boy of 22, dick so hard and leaking precum as it never had before, being spitroasted bareback by two strangers he had only just met, both of whom fully aware he would be taking their loads up his neg hole... even if he did not know it yet. And then, as we both bottomed out and filled the chubby cub's throat and ass with cock as never before, we looked at each other and grinned. Part 3 (ending) coming!

Totally made up story My friend has the cutest boyfriend. He's a little smaller than my friend and me. I can't lie. I do wanna drill him. But he's my friend's boyfriend and I would never do that. It's kinda awkward around him. I try not to look so uncomfortable, but I can't help it. There's something about him that makes me so hard. When he hangs out with us, I always feel weird about it. I try not to look at him, and sometimes I feel in the corner of my eye he's looking at me. But I come to my senses later and chalk it up to my imagination. We were all hanging out recently at some bar when we started chatting. It was one of those situations. We were all in a large group in the bar, but then all of a sudden everyone else either moved or we weren't involved in the conversation going on in front of us. It was awkward. And then he asked me a strange question: are you poz? Huh? I said. "What kind of question that?" He was immediately apologetic. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I just thought.." I wasn't offended or anything, a little defensive but laughed it off a little. "I don't get it, why are you asking?" "Well, I dunno. I mean Shane says you like to fuck raw." Okay so sure. Yes, I do tell my friend Shane that I like to fuck raw, and all the nasty sex I've had. My friend is a little more tame than me, sometimes a little judgemental but whatever. Me: Damn he told you that? What else did you tell you?? Him: You have quite the reputation lol. Me: I do??? Like what?? Him: Yeah. I mean you know he tells me all the shit you do. The bath houses, the sleazy motels, cumdumps. Me: Damn. I mean I guess I expected him to keep it to himself. Him: I think it's sexy. Me: You do? Him: Yeah, I mean it's always nice to have cum deep in my ass. Me: Hot. But why did you ask me if I was poz? Him: Lol. Well uhmm. I don't know if I should tell you. Me: What? He looked around for a second to make sure his boyfriend, my friend, wasn't around. He turned to the side a little, wearing his jean, he pulled them down slightly, to reveal the top of his jock strap. Immediately my dick was hard and throbbing. Him: I mean, it's always nice to have poz loads inside me. Me: Damn. My dick was even harder now. A little bit of precum started to ooze out of my dick. Him: What? lol. I mean I'm a neg4poz cumdump bottom. That's when we started to make out. He abruptly stopped, looked around and said "We gotta be careful." Me: My dick is hard, I gotta drill your ass. Him: Yeah, I know where to go. Little did I know that the back bathrooms in the bar was a hook up spot, well when the dance floor was closed. Usually before 7 or 8. He went first and told me to go back there in about 5 minutes, not to raise any suspicion. I stood there waiting, but then found myself in conversation again with my other friends. "Ill be right back, " I said and told them I needed to pee. I started to walk towards the back, past the a curtain, another bar area that was closed and then to the back bathroom. When I walked in, I couldn't believe. Beyond my expectations. A huge fuck fest. One guy crouched down sucking another guy off. A guy bent over the sink getting fucked. In the two stalls you could see 4 feet in all of them with moaning and guys getting fuck. My friends boyfriend was up against a urinal getting fucked by a daddy in his 50's. He was moaning and looked at me and said "hey baby! I'm so sorry. I hope you don't mind waiting." We started to make out while he was gettng fucked and he started rubbing my cock and tried to unbotton my jeans, but I went ahead and helped him. He pulled my cock out and started rubbing it all while we were making out. I asked him "you gonna put it in your mouth" and he nodded and said "yes daddy." "oh fuck me!" he said to the daddy fucking him, massaged his head a little then repositioned himself so that he could bend over while getting fucked while sucking my dick. "Look at me, cmon. Look at me when you suck me." "yes daddy," he replied. The daddy fucking my boyfriend's friend started to cum and my friend's boyfriend said "yes daddy, cum in me daddy. Fuck yeah," . The daddy zipped up, my friend's boyfriend stood up right, totally naked except for his sneakers, sox, and jock. He walked back to the urinal and I pulled up behind him and started to put my dick inside of him. It wasn't too hard, his ass wasn't tight and it was flooded with cum. "OOOH" he said and I got my dick in deep. It felt so good being inside his sloppy hole. Started slow then faster and faster. He moan "fuck me daddy, fuck me" I fucked him hard and harder, it was so slippery and wet but I couldn't hold it any longer. "I'M GONNA CUM!!!" "yes daddy, cum for me daddy". He pushed his body as close to mine as possible I came in the deepest I could inside of him. I slowly pulled out and he turned around and kissed me. We must have kissed for a couple of minutes. We stopped and looked at me and said "we can't tell Shane, about this, okay?" "Yeah no problem here" I started to walk out of the bathroom and asked him if was leaving too. "Nah, I'm gonna stay and take some more loads." From my understanding my friend had suspected his boyfriend was doing some risky stuff. Their relationship was open. From what I gathered, my friend and him stopped having sex anyways. Me and this guy kept fucking around after that. Anytime we saw each other we always seemed to find a place to hide and fuck. He always found a way to rub my cock when we were always hanging out without anyone noticing. In the end, he did end up becoming poz. I'm not sure what it was, but it made me even more attracted to him. I guess I fell in love with him, and at one point asked if he'd ever be with me. But as crazy as it sounds, his bond with my friend was too strong and he ended up rejecting me. I was pretty hurt by it, and I dunno everything between us cooled down. In the end, the awkwardness started back up again and it was almost like we were back to where we started, me avoiding him. He never stopped getting fucked by random guys of course, and created a big reputation himself as being the neighborhood slut. My friend even confided in my that his boyfriend had become addicted to bath houses. I kinda felt bad that I was fucking his boyfriend behind his back, but I mean I was just one out of the hundreds of guys who were.

Part 8 I didn’t know what to think. I guessed those guys must have been undetectable. I thought about all those moments I freaked out after that night in Paris. I thought that I was a fucking moron to take so much risk and swore to myself a hundred times that I would never again be this stupid. It was one thing to just fuck around mindlessly or even fantasizing over text messages with a poz top, but actively and knowingly taking poz loads was a whole other business. I was still insanely turned on thinking about my night at Le Next, but was completely disgusted and scared at the same time. How in the world did I get away with it for so long and never catch anything? I had gone for that routine check up, fully expecting to find out I was poz, but when all my results came back negative, I felt a huge sense of relief. My doctor wrote me a new prescription for PrEp, after almost four years off. I took the prescription, folded it and tucked it into my pants’ back pocket. I made my way directly to the pharmacy to pick up my little blue pills, and on my way home though, I felt a bit strange. I had dropped PrEp for a while. I was fully conscious of the risk I was running but I had never had such a close call, at least that I knew of. My mind was spinning constantly around the idea of chasing but I dismissed it almost immediately. Actively looking for poz loads was a step too far when it comes to where I was willing to go. At least I thought so at the time. That evening, I took my first blue pill in almost four years. I then stayed pretty quiet for a few weeks, with just the occasional hook up here and there. I had not logged in on neither BBRT nor BZ for a while, probably scared I would be lured away from my resolution to not fall deeper into it. I was holding well on my resolution to stay away from trouble, until that one Saturday evening. I was preparing for a quiet night at home. It was March, almost the end of the winter, but it was definitely still super cold and I was in no mood to bury myself into a pile of clothes in order to dig my way through the snow. I had made myself comfortable on my couch, wearing some old grey sweatpants, my favourite soccer jersey and some socks. I had been lying around the house all day and was a bit bored. It was probably about 9pm when my phone vibrated. It was a WhatsApp notification from my sexting buddy on the West Coast. We hadn’t been in touch for about two months. I had tried to not contact him because I knew it would encourage me back into my old ways. I opened the message and it was just a link to a video. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ I instantly became hypnotized by the video. I had stayed away from porn too and the few hook ups I had recently had not really been satisfying. The video just lit me up in a matter of seconds. My dick got hard almost immediately and I started rubbing it frantically over my sweatpants. I watched it maybe ten or fifteen times, digging my poppers out my drawer where they had been left untouched for two months. The rush of the poppers, the images, I knew from this moment it was too late. My phone vibrated again. -“Hey boy! It’s been a long time! Have you been avoiding me?”.

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?”

18. I swallowed Blakes cock to the base, and he fucked my face for a few minutes. I tasted cum and ass on his cock. He grunted and he started to pound my face like he had my hole. It was hard to breath, but he would pull out allowing me to catch my breath every few pumps. Thick spit was welling up in my mouth from the rough onslaught. His balls smacked against my chin making a slapping sound that seemed to reverberate around the room along with the sounds of me gagging and spluttering. He had my head gripped tight in his big hands and there was nothing I could do but take his cock. The ass play had really worked Blake up though, he didn’t last too long. Soon my throat was filled with thick warm cum. I swallowed it down quickly. I was happy to have made a man cum again, but a little sad it hadn’t gone up my ass instead. “Fuck,” he said, letting the word fall slowly from his mouth as he breathed out post orgasm. He put his hands behind his head, his hairy pits exposed and a heavy wave of man musk rolling off of them. Shakily I stood up, and grabbed him around the waist. I pulled him close and kissed him, the taste of his cum still on my lips. Blake kissed me back, hard. It took a long minute for him to break the kiss. “Fuck, ok,” he said, “Steven should be back from his meeting in like an hour, I have some work that I need to get done too.” He had started getting dressed, pulling a pair of skimpy black briefs on, “you can just hang out here like that, you can find a guy to blow, you can get fucked but I still recommend being careful with your hole…” “I guess I have some work…” “Steven cleared all your work responsibilities for the day. Today your job is wrecking your cunt.” “Fuck… um… ok… honestly…” “Yeah?” “I…” “You really want to get fucked again don’t you?” “Yes!” “Ok, well. If you’re determined to get fucked again put your clothes on and go see Ryan in accounting. One floor down, office B15. I’ll text him and let him know you’re coming.” “I don’t think I know…” “Does it matter at this point? You didn’t bat an eye this morning when you walked in here and found me naked,” he laughed, “We both know how much you just need to be bred. Go meet Ryan. You’ll like him, and he likes a plugged cunt full of cum.” “Ok!” “Just be back in an hour for Steven. He’s going to want to see how open we’ve gotten you.” “See you in an hour.” Now both fully dressed we kissed at the door, and then left the office. Blake sat at his desk, clearly adjusting the plug in his hole, and I went to the elevators. In the elevator I texted Matt about my morning, both out of excitement and to make him feel a little jealous of my adventure. I however absolutely failed on the making him jealous front. Almost as soon as I had sent the text I received a photo of Matt tied down in a sling, cum covered his chest, and a dildo almost as big as the one Blake had just taken half in his hole. He looked blissed out and well used. We were both being destroyed today. The message “Matt’s a little busy right now,” came through just as the elevator doors opened. My cock absolutely leaking into my briefs now I walked down the hall looking for this Ryan’s office. I found it down the end of a hall and around a corner. It seemed like some fluke of the architecture, trying to get as many offices into the space as they could, that this office was separated from all the rest. What looked like the back of the elevator bay creating a big gap between B15 and all the rest. How perfect, I thought. Tentatively I knocked. “Just a second,” a light voice called from within. The door was heavy, even this close it was hard to hear through it. I suspected that assigning Ryan this office hadn’t been a lucky accident. The door opened and a young guy with close cropped hair and a round handsome face opened the door. His button down shirt was undone just a little further than was really work appropriate and I could see a little patch of chest hair through it. “Blake send you down?” “Yeah, hi. You’re Ryan.” “Yep! Come on in, and lets get to work.” I stepped in the office, and Ryan closed and locked the door behind me. He immediately started to unbutton his shirt. He wasn’t beefy or thin, but had a nice average body. A thick parch of hair grew in the middle of his chest, and then turned into a long welcoming trail running down his stomach into the pants he was now unbuttoning. Taking his lead I took off my own clothes, till I was just in my briefs in front of him. “So,” Ryan closed the distance between us, his own briefs starting to swell, “Blake tells me that you’re Steven’s new play thing.” “Well, yeah I guess.” “You guess?” “I mean, I like having him use me, and being bred and stretched is certainly more fun than work, but I’m more of a no loads refused kinda guy than an owned boy.” He grabbed my crotch, feeling the cage, “And who did this to you?” “My roommate,” I told him the story. “Fuck, and now you’re a cumdump.” “Exactly. Blake was wrecking my hole all morning, and he thought we should take a break but now that I’ve gotten started today I need more.” “Do you think this might help?” He took my hand and rubbed it on his hard cock. It was another perfect fat monster. God I was lucky. “Absolutely.” “Good, get those briefs off, and lets see this plug Blake said would be in your cunt.” I dropped my briefs and bent over his desk showing off my plugged hole. “God damn that is beautiful.” He slapped the plug several times, making me groan. I watched over my shoulder as he took of his own briefs and a big hard uncut cock was released. My mouth watered and a big bead of precum dripped from my cage. He took hold of the base of the plug, and I took a deep breath. Together slowly, we worked the plug out of my hole. It stretched me wide all over again but after the toys earlier it was easy. My hole was learning. I gaped open around it and the egg slid from my ass. “Fuck yes. I love a loose fucking cunt.” The plug next to me on the desk, Ryan lined up his cock. He spat on my hole, though there was enough cum and lube from the toys that he didn’t need any more lube. The wave of bliss crashed over me again, his cock was sliding into my hole. I closed my eyes and focused on the muscles of my ass. I clenched then down, making my wet hole tight around his cock for a moment, and then opening back up for him. Ryan gowned as my well used hole milked him. He was pounding away at my sloppy guts, I could feel cum frothing around his cock. I hammered my ass back onto his hips. I wanted his load deep inside me. The toys were amazing, and swallowing Blake’s load had been hot but I needed another load in me. He seemed to understand my need, holding me by my shoulders Ryan was mercilessly riding me to the point of his orgasm. We both needed this and he knew we didn’t have a lot of time before I was expected back in Steven’s office. Ryan was grunting like a wild animal. His nails were digging into my skin. I sensed the rising wave inside him cresting, and then felt it burst inside me. A low rumble that seemed to only exist in his chest accompanied the river of cum that erupted from his cock. He wrapped his arms around me, holding his sweating chest tight to my back as his cock continued to throb. “Thank you,” I breathed. “No, thank you. Fuck I needed that.” He pulled out slowly. I made to clean his cock off, but he stopped me, “No, my man like it when I come home with a cock stinking of some sluts hole. Bend over, lets plug you again.” “Yes sir,” I said. He worked the plug quickly back into my hole, we dressed, and I left to go back upstairs.

2. It took Tommy a second to realise that Callum had introduced himself “I’m Tommy, Hi”. Callum was smiling as he took a step forward “I’ve seen you a lot over the past few months. You’re starting to really get into shape. I do personal training.” Tommy immediately relaxed, this guy was trying to sell him workouts. “I’m just curious if you’d like a workout buddy? It would be nice to have a friend at the gym that wasn’t paying me to tell them how to work out. I could give you pointers though…” He shifted slightly, a slight hint of nerves, maybe. Tommy was just about to head home after he’d done 1 more machine, he wasn’t really up for doing much more. “I’ve been trying to come to the gym more often, I’ll be here after I finish work tomorrow. Probably around 7” Tommy had almost forgotten to draw breath, this guy Callum made him feel slightly flustered. He’d never had someone outright ask to be his friend, at first it fell like a cruel joke but then when he thought about it Tommy realised he was meant to be putting himself out there. “I’ll see you at 7 tomorrow then, bye” Callum smiled, spun round on his heel and walked away. Tommy waved his hand meekly and then headed over to the last leg machine he hadn’t used. Glancing back towards Callum, he admired his physique. Broad muscular shoulders, a trim waist and a solid ass. That night Tommy couldn’t get this guy out of his head, he was horny and the apps were quiet, he logged into BBRT. It didn’t take long for him to get a message from an older guy. Mid 40’s, he and his husband wanted to use someone and were very into Daddy role play. Feeling more kinky than usual, Tommy was on his way. He cleaned out and rolled a fresh joint. Maybe the Daddy’s would want a bit of a buzz. He put on a red jock and jumped in his car. Tommy barely said two words when he walked through the door, both daddies had their hands on him before the door was shut. In a blur he was stripped, except the jock. “I brought a joint if you want some… Daddy?” Tommy hoped he’d ticked the right box with these two. One of the two daddies was also wearing just a jock, and the front of It was starting to bulge. He took the joint and lit it, he then walked through to what Tommy found was the bedroom. The bedsheets were black and the room was dimly lit. The other Daddy was wearing leather jeans and removed his whit t-shirt to reveal tattoos all over his arms and body, he marched up behind Tommy and quickly spun him round. He grabbed Tommys jock and yanked it down to reveal his still soft cock. The daddy clicked a piece of smooth clear plastic over the cock and with a click Tommy realised he wasn’t there for his own pleasure. It made him hornier. Both daddies took turns passing the joint between themselves and with Tommy, they ate out his ass and started to tease his hole while plying him with poppers. While his ass was being slowly broken in by the daddy in the leather jeans, which he kept on, the daddy in the jock was lubing up his thick 7 inch cock on Tommy’s spit. They changed positions a few times, in between blowjobs and fucking they shared the joint and kept hitting the poppers. No one had came yet and Tommy was enjoying the pleasure of having his ass worked over. “Time for our fun now boy, take a draw of that pipe and let your daddies knock you up”. ‘Fuck’ Tommy thought to himself, these guys are Poz. He decided they were already balls deep and being caged made him horny, he’d get PEP in the morning and be fine. The pipe was put in his mouth instead of a cock and when Tommy took a deep hit he found out that it wasn’t weed but something else. He felt immediately euphoric “A special something for our special boy” Neither daddy had smoked the pipe and they began to manoeuvre themselves so that Tommy was between them “Have some more poppers boy, Daddy knows this might be a bit much at first but we know what is best for you” “Yes daddy” Was all that Tommy managed while deeply huffing on the poppers, his ass felt like it was being torn in two. This was the first time he’d been double fucked and he couldn’t tell if he loved it or if he was going to die from the pain. Eventually the mix of drugs and poppers did their magic and Tommy was soon being congratulated for being such a good boy for his daddies. “Lets sting the boy” The Daddy in the leather trousers was underneath Tommy and was pulling Tommys hips into him as his cock started to shoot ribbons of cum into his beaten hole. The other cock crammed into his ass went off immediately afterwards, churning both loads deep inside. They were all spent and after a post fuck cuddle, Tommy made for home. Completely forgetting his cock was still caged up.

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

Though a work of fiction in, this story is based on real life events. Part One - The hookup "Hi." "Hey there." That's all it took. He was clearly nervous and it seemed like his first time there, but as soon as I finished those words the young chubby boy was already on his knees, fishing my quick hardening dick from my pants. No talk, no games. Just like a cruising area should be. "Oh fuck. I love your dick! It's so big..." "Not really, it's just a bit over 7inches, but I'm glad you like it babe." And with that he started sucking me. He started gently, just kissing the head, licking my piss slit for any precum. Clearly he did not have much practice but he was turning out to be a fast learner and that was good enough for me. As soon as he started trying to deepthroat it, I knew he was in trouble. This 22yo had just admitted to himself he was gay, this was the third time he had been with a guy, and though he was trying, he was having some difficulty swallowing it all. It wasn't unexpected to feel him tense up as I grabbed the back of his head and started trying to force more of my dick inside his young mouth. "Relax sweetie, I'll never hurt you" was all that I had to say. His doe eyes opened wide, and I could see I had him. Slowly I forced my way inside his throat, ignoring the gagging and the tears filling up his eyes. "See, you have it all in your mouth. Fuck you're good!" I held him there for a bit before pulling out and forcing it all the way in again. Testing his gag reflex before allowing him to get back on working my dick for a while. I don't usually cum with blowjobs, so I just pulled him back up and kissed him. This chubby was now mine and I knew it. Not that I'm a stud or the best fuck around, but when you top, you know when you have a bottom in the palm of your hand. You can see the lust and devotion in his eyes, and you know you can do what you want. "I need you to fuck me." No news for me, but I knew the choice had to be his. "Do you have condoms? I didn't bring any as I thought I was just going to get sucked." A lie. "Fuck. I didn't either." "We can meet some other day and I'll fuck your juicy ass then. In the meantime you can just suck me off" I baited him. "Can you just rub it against my hole? It's been ages since I've been fucked and I've never had one so big. I just want to feel it there." That was it. He had made his choice. "Dude, I love your ass." was all I could say and he spread his cheeks for me and leaned against the car. It wasn't even a hole. It was just a slit of pink flesh, waiting to be opened up. "You clean down there? I don't want to taste nothing funky" I told him before diving in. Clearly, he had never been eaten out. His legs were trembling, his moans were becoming louder by the minute and his hands kept pushing his ass cheeks further apart as he moved backwards and tried to get more of my tongue inside him. I knew he was ready then. I just stood up, and as he had requested, rubbed my fat cockhead on his hole. Once again, I knew I was going to breed him, but he had to make the choice himself. He started trying to get the timing right, moving his ass back as I bucked my hips. My hands rubbing his shoulders and his back, only letting go for a slight slap on the ass. And then I saw him. Just on the other side of the road, looking at us. I recognized the guy fron an earlier conversation; a friend had just pointed him out and told me: "Hey, if you take loads tonight, don't take his...". I understood what my friend meant. By then my bottom was grinding hard against me, oblivious to the stranger watching, he softly moaned "Will you fuck me raw?" "I don't know man... I just met you. It's really not my thing." Another lie. "Do you have HIV?" I loved the mix of desire and fear in his voice. "No! DO YOU??" That fake revolt at the question always works to make them take the final step. "No! Will you do it? But please... don't cum inside my ass." With that I just pushed my head through the tight ring, no condom and only using spit for lube, making him scream in both pain and pleasure. And there we were, a chubby inexperienced 22 year old boy, bending over for my 30 year old thick bareback bear dick. Trying to back away but trapped against the hood of my car as I slowly but forcefully raped open his amazingly tight ass, feeling his ass muscles tighten, trying to push my bare cock out. His hands on my hips trying to stop me from entering him. No sound except for a low continuous moan, the sound of someone who can't even come to terms with asking me to stop, the sound of someone who can't even find the strength to scream as he is grabbed by the shoulders and pulled back on the raw cock tearing him apart. I had him then. And once I had my dick all the way up his ass, I kissed him on the neck and knew what he was about to say before he even said it. "Fuck me please. I'm all yours" Part 2 - The stranger to come soon!

Just to add, I dont favor the posts of some posters obsessed with purposely infecting others with STDs and HIV and writing about it on a public site. It is difficult blocking or not reading these posts because they can pop up anywhere in any post, even galleries. I would also like to ask that galleries can be added to the block user button so I dont have to see them users there either that I have blocked.

This is so fucking hot!

“Too slutty”? Is that a thing?

To me, one of the wonderful things about intimate relationship is the potential for discovery, learning and growth. Our emotions can draw us in and draw us out, open us and expose parts of us that might otherwise be hidden or even unknown. Some of the things that can get exposed is our standards, ethics, ideas of morality. As some have noted, it seems both of you may be in this dynamic place. He may be in a new place and experiencing similar questions as you. A few thoughts to add to the discussion: The fact that he is vague about telling his family that he is with you when they call is telling i think. i think we often hide when we feel vulnerable or feel at risk of losing something. Fear of discovery and the possible rejection that may go with it. He could have this fear with you and his family because he is feeling something for you that might risk rejection if found out. my other thought is that you seem to have not nailed down what it is about being with him that you want/like/need? Your title says: "in need of a father figure." On the other hand, you seem to have sexual feelings as well? If that is the case, are you conflicted about feeling both? You may associate feelings and needs that you are having with stuff you think you might have had with a father, but there is no telling really what you would have had in reality. I.e., those are projections. i think one of the expectations of a father/son dynamic is the notion that the father is in charge, stable, has the answers, etc.. But i think what may be happening here is both of you are experiencing something that is new and brings insecurity and vulnerability with it. The truth is, he is older and has more life experience, but he is not your father, he did not raise you. To me, the most important thing is to be honest (both of you). The harder thing is to be openly honest, because there is vulnerability and the risk that comes with it... but there is also potential for wonderful things.

@Omnivac, don't feel that you have to ask him to define the relationship. Although talking and asking questions can clarify a relationship, it's easy to forget that the other person might not be ready to answer on our timeline. Sometimes a person hasn't figured everything out yet. Even if there is an immediate and precise answer, we are constantly growing and changing, and a relationship is dynamic in and of itself. How he behaves matters more than any words he might say if you asked about his intentions toward you. I wouldn't worry about cheating, homewrecking, etc., either. Our behavior reflects what we truly want, and moving toward what we want, however difficult the process, is good for us. If he did pursue a romantic and/or sexual relationship with you, it would be for you to decide whether you were satisfied with the level of involvement he could offer, given his existing family. Eventually, it would be for him and his wife to decide the fate of their marriage, and for them to work through any issues with their children. (Those concerns would be in the future, and in any case, people are more resilient than we give them credit for.) It sounds as if you and this man have a special bond. Enjoy your time together, whatever the outcome!

"Young men, get in the middle of the bed!" Matt said, opening a dresser drawer and retrieving points, tourniquets and alcohol preps. "As blood of my blood I'll be injecting my viral blood into your veins as well as making your hole bleed a bit. This shall be an act of love as well as some added insurance. MJ, TJ, are you okay with this"" "Sure!" they said in unison as TY and Matt joined their sons in bed. Applying the tourniquets, Matt and Ty found suitable veins, wiping them and inserting the points and drawing a bit of blood. Next, the tourniquets were wrapped around TJ's and MJ's arms, wiping the area and inserting the blood filled syringes and injecting them. Instinctively, the 4 of them licked each other's blood. In a state of bliss, MJ said, "I truly am blood of your blood and I actually feel you in me. TJ and I laid out the basics when we came up with this plan but this is far beyond anything we imagined!" "MJ is absolutely right!" TJ exclaimed. "I've loved you since the day I was born, but with your blood in my veins, that love is stronger. Of course, I love daddy Matt and MJ just as much and I look forward to the near future when we all share the same virus!" Ty chimed in, "I think we need to save the syringes as a souvenir of tonight. Maybe we can make a scrapbook. Look at our 4 cocks, throbbing and leaking precum. I haven't been this excited since my first night with Matt!" Picking up the 2 toothbrushes, MJ passed TJ the one that belonged to him. "TJ, repeat after me. Dad, take this toothbrush and put it in my ass. Rough it up and break some blood vessels. make fertile ground for your seed to grow." TJ repeated MJ's words verbatim. Kissing each other, they handed their toothbrushes to their dads. "We'll put these in the scrapbook too! But they need to be used in their mouths tomorrow." Matt said. "Let's start on the count of three. Younf men, spread your cheeks, One. Two. Three!" Looking down, their son's virgin puckers were tantalizing. ripe for the picking. In unison, they inserted the toothbrushes, twirling them around, as their sons winced then smiled. A brief session of this and the toothbrushes were removed, tinged pink. Their sons smiled with satisfaction. "Dad, daddy Ty, would you bite our holes?" MJ suggested. "You can kiss us with our ass blood on your lips and be blood of our blood!" To be continued

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.

Part 5 I froze for just a few seconds. It was finally out. He had said it clearly. I was confused. I had been extremely attracted to this guy for years, he had gotten me super horny, and awakened something in me. I just answered -“Yes, Sir! I want your poz dick inside me!” There we were. -“Good boy” he just said. -“I’ll leave you with this”, he added, sending me a link to a video on a site I didn’t know yet: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27218/pozitive/ I clicked on the link and there it was. The fantasy I had never known I had being played right before my eyes. A beefy and hairy top, verbal domination with a deep voice. And the strong will to share his DNA with that lucky bottom. I watched it maybe fifty times, constantly sniffing poppers, and jerking frantically until my dick hurt. That video was an illumination for me. It turned me on so much but I was still scared of following that new instinct. In the following weeks, I not only kept coming back to the video, but I also started looking for more videos like this one. “Poz”, “pozzing”, “toxic”, “verbal”, etc. All the key words I could think about. I would spend hours searching and created quite an impressive collection. I had no idea the Internet was so full of those. I even skipped hitting the bathhouse a few times because I preferred looking for poz videos instead. I kept hooking up a lot, but I knew there was something missing. I started avoiding guys who displayed “Neg+PrEp”. I would even completely avoid the conversation on status, afraid they would tell me they were on PrEp. I was fine just not knowing at this point. I also kept hitting all the sleaziest places I could find. My guy from the West Coast was also encouraging me by sharing all the pozzing videos he could and telling that it would be “how he would take care of me”. Fast forward a few years. While on another trip in Paris, I found a bar called “Le Next” in the 1st arrondissement, a place with a pretty big darkroom in the basement. I had been on a European tour for two weeks, jumping from planes to meetings with no time to breathe at all. I had displayed my very serious and professional self for the entire time. I don’t think that by just looking at me, talking to me or even knowing me in every day life anyone could really understand how much of a twisted pig I could become. Paris was the last leg of my trip and I had finally wrapped up my last meeting. It was Friday and I was only flying out on Sunday. I ditched my colleagues before dinner with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted to get bred that night. I arrived at the bar around 11pm. Looking at me in a somewhat puzzled way, the receptionist proceeded to inform me it was an LGBT space and that I was to expect some sexual action. Did I look that innocent? I told him was ready for that - oh boy, was I.

Pt.4 I walk home. Somewhere along the way I stop and buy some cigarettes, I haven't smoked in five years but I need something to cling on to. A ritual that will let me centre myself. I'm still about a mile from home and it's early morning when I stop at a small park and sit and watch the morning. I call work and tell them I've had some news and need a personal day. They understand plus I never have any sick time, har-fucking-har. I light the first cigarette from the pack and draw from it. And cough like someone who hasn't smoked in five years. It becomes easier though as my body remembers. I feel a calm settle in. Probably the nicotine, but its welcome nonetheless. At this time, although daybreak is well passed, the park is quiet and peaceful and it is just what I need. I try not to think about last night but it is a big neon sign buzzing for my attention. Everything Sean said. About me wanting it. I definitely wanted fucking, but nothing else. About never asking status. Fuck! Who does that? Especially in the heat of things. OK I have been reckless, but I'm not a chaser. Am I? I let guys fuck me raw and I haven't been tested for a while. I just, I just don't think about it. I stub the cigarette out on the bench and automatically light a second as I sit there trying to get my head in order. A jogger breezes passed me calling a cheerful, "Good Morning!" I couldn't say if it was addressed to me but I nod in accord even as I darkly smile to myself that I'm not convinced I agree. Alone once more I stand and start to walk through this little green haven in the direction of home. As I near the exit I pass a little concrete toilet block and I turn in. I don't honestly know why? But I could use a piss. I stand and the urinal and put it to use. As I empty my bladder I breath deeply and the smell of the room hits me. Stale, earthy. And for me associated with a lot of early hookups. My cock thickens until it is hard in front of me. I grip it more firmly and start to stroke right there. Despite the last twenty-four hours being a total roller coaster my libido is somehow undiminished. Something about wanking off in a public toilet has always turned me on and I get into a good rhythm. Not thinking about anything just enjoying the sensation. Needing to feel the pleasure radiating from my cock. I hear some rapid footfalls and before I can react the jogger has entered the block. There is no way I can hide my erection or pretend to be doing anything other. He chuckles and steps up to the urinal alongside me. I start to try and cover up when I realise that his hand is rapidly pumping his own stiffening dick. "My lucky day." He says, "not usually anyone else around at this time. I almost always have to settle for a wank." With this said he turns to me and strokes his very hard cock in my direction. I glance him up and down. Slim, runners build mostly hidden by the baggy grey tracksuit. At a guess his age is late forties maybe an in shape fifties. But his cock is getting most of my attention. A very healthy seven inches, the foreskin pulled back over a swollen flared head that is wetly beading with excitement. It's like a switch has been flicked and I drop to my knees in front of him. Grabbing his cock and wanking his firm length a few times before I lean in and slide my tongue across the end tasting his precum. I sigh a little as I take him in my mouth and start to suck him hungrily. "Oh good boy." He hisses as I slide him all the way between my lips. "That's just what I needed." I murmur my agreement around his cock but I do not relinquish my sucking duties. I feel his hands on my head and I glance up at him as he fucks my mouth. He is looking down at me and smiling. Like I am receiving some benediction I feel the peace I needed. This is what I want, where I want to be. This is who I am. I shuffle my position and shove my jeans down. I unbutton my shirt and pull it from me. "Fuck yes!" The man has his cock buried in my throat and his approval is everything right now. I am a slut and right now I am his slut. I pull off of his cock and spit on it, wanking it to make sure the whole length is slick before plunging him back, deep into my mouth. "It really is my lucky day!" He is holding my head and sliding between my lips with long strokes of his cock. "You are a real fucking slut aren't you?" "Oh yesh" I manage from around his cockhead before pushing my lips down to his base. I hold myself there and strain pushing my tongue out to lick the skin of his balls, a trick that only works as long as you aren't choking. "Oh fuck you are good boy." He pushes me off of his soaking wet dick holds my head and looks me in the eyes. "But you want more don't you slut?" I manage to nod between his hands still panting from my cocksucking ministrations. "Well let's give you what you want then." He guides me to a cubical and pushes me forward so I am bent over the toilet bowl. His fingers are probing between my cheeks and he finds me still wet and open plunging two fingers straight up me. "Oh you dirty slut, how many loads you have in there?" "A few, I..I don't know." I stammer. "Someone had fun last night." He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me making me gasp. "Don't need to worry about lube then, do we?" I bite my lip as he replaces his fingers with his cock in a fluid motion. He reaches up and squeezes my shoulders giving himself leverage to fuck me. I expect hard deep thrusts but he is slow and deliberate. Every inch in and out. Constant. Building his pleasure in a steady pump. I am naked and being fucked in public again. I am panting in pleasure with cock inside me again. I am being a slut again. Fuck it feels good. This hard cock inside me. This hard bare cock about to add to the loads inside me. To add to Sean's loads inside me. Sean's poz loads. Oh fuck. Neither of us said anything about status, doesn't anybody ask!? "Oh fuck!" I verbalise the combination of sensation and realisation I am experiencing. My fucker echoes it and tightens his grip on me as his cock swells and jets all the way inside me depositing yet more sperm in my slut hole. He withdraws from my cum filled arsehole and affectionately squeezes my shoulder. "Yep, definitely my lucky day!" I blanche a little at his words. He quickly leaves and I grab at my clothes and hurriedly make my way home. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Part 1 I started barebacking by accident 8 years ago, when a fuckfriend of mine at the time broke a condom while fucking me. He just didn’t stop and gave me my first load. I never used a condom again. I started hooking up, taking all the dicks and loads I could find. After a few years, I was lucky enough not to catch anything. PrEp became a thing. My doctor got me on it, and while it definitely provided me with mind relief for a while, I knew there was something missing. That’s when I discovered BZ, and slowly started thinking about dropping PrEp. In the next few years, I kept hooking up like a mad man, becoming less and less selective about who would load me. I would miss doses of PrEp, more and more. Until I finally dropped PrEp completely, and got my sex drive to crazy levels. I just thrived and got off on risk. I also discovered bathhouses, darkrooms and sex clubs, and would explore any sleazy place I could find, especially when travelling to Europe and the US, sometimes spending hours in some dark corners with my pants at my ankles taking uncountable dicks and loads, with my bottle of poppers ready in my hand to give me the extra boost to take what was coming. Poppers just makes me beg for dicks and loads and if a guy puts a bottle of it under my nose, there won’t be much resistance. I remember entire nights spent at Slammer in LA, GI Joe in Montreal, or Bunker in Paris, on all four in just my jocks and sneakers, sometimes blindfolded, just taking loads after loads. I would feel the cum dripping down my legs on my way back to my hotel, and I stained more than one bus seats with loads and ass juices. And somehow after all those years and hookups, I still managed to slip through the cracks and not get anything. I was definitely not actively chasing, it seemed all too twisted to me, and kind of felt invincible. But things may be about to change soon.

This story that happened to me last week needs some introduction... 1) I met John some weeks ago on Grindr. He s the typical 30 something straight newly dad guy that sometimes logs in to find some mouth or ass to fuck. He s hot so I m his slut whenever he needs to empty his balls. 2) Richard was my best friend until some 5 or 6 years ago. I was just a regular gay bottom guy back then looking for love and he was my straight friend. We had a nice friendship but eventually we went separated ways over some big fight and never spoke to each other ever again. He had a younger incredibly hot brother, Sam. Back to my story, last thursday night. Out of nowhere I received a text from John "Hi you woke? I'm with a friend. Drunk and I told about your slut mouth, he s in. Want some dick?" I didn't answer as I was kind of lazy but he insisted saying they were near my place, that I only have to blow them separately, that I shouldn't let him down as he already told his friend he could unload down some fag's mouth and how good it feels. I got hot in the process and I told him to come over. When I opened the door wearing only my cage and some mini short as John likes it, I felt my heart stop : his friend was Sam, my ex BFF younger brother. John didn't get the situation. He came inside inviting his friend in, slapping my ass and making it clear I shouldn't feel offended as he s drunk and mumbled something about wanting my mouth on his dick Now ! Sam was just smiling, defiantly looking straight at me, confident, alpha, like his brother. I was wondering "what were the fucking odds !!!" John asked his friend who goes first and without waiting for a reply told me to go to the other room and wait. I did that. Got on my knees facing the door and waiting. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I learnt from my previous owner how to just let go, don t try to control things and accept my place. Sam came in and closed the door behind him. The same smile, the same look on his face. "Did my brother know?" I looked at him puzzled, I didn't get what he was talking about. "Did he know you were this kind of homo?" - No, I whispered looking away. - He always said you were a classy gay..." He sat down on the couch and told me to try and make him hard. I obeyed. Undid his pants took out his flacid cock, kissed it, touched it, felt it grow and get harder then put it in my mouth. Very nice dick. He laid on his back and let me suck him. I did it respectfully. After some minutes he just said "Take the cum" and I did. After a while of me kissing is dick he stood up and went out. John came in and fucked my mouth, put on a condom and broke my ass. They left joking about what just happened. On the next day Sam texted me. "I like you better now". I replied "As your cumdump?" "Yeah"

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???"

To understand the set up for this series you need to read 'Nipple Series, Mr. Daniels ' found in the General Bareback Fiction section of Breeding Zone. _____________________________________ As Nick's beautiful cock exploded in my mouth my only thought was 'swallow, swallow ever last drop '. As he pulled up his shorts and left the bathroom cubicle at the drive-in I knew that my obsession with his nipple and sex life had turned into insanity. My next thought was, 'this was not a dream, I'm awake and can taste his cum. Fuck, I've got to get back to work.' It was near the end of my first summer home from university. I had taken the job running the drive-in concession for the sole focused purpose of getting glimpses of Nick's nipple when he took breaks from the endless parade of women he brought to make out with at said drive in. I'd get so turned on anticipating his emerging from his car for intermission. I would have seen he'd been making out and he was always fixing his fly and either pulling on his shirt or headed to my booth bare chested. Other than my regular breedings from Mr. Daniels that summer my sex life consisted of these frequent viewings of Nick's nipple and dreaming about what he did with the string of women he brought to the drive-in. For weeks I chided myself to at least find the balls to suck on his nipple. But as I used the urinal beside him each intermission my mouth would freeze up and I couldn't even make simple words of greeting. One extra hot humid night near the end of the summer he arrived with not one but two women. All three had quickly piled into the backseat with Nick in the middle. As he emerged for intermission he was buck naked, quickly pulling on his cut off jeans and tucking in his hardon when he got out of the car. Changing his routine he went directly to the bathroom. I excused myself and rushed off hoping I wasn't too late to catch him at the urinals. I almost crashed into him as I entered, he was about to leave. "What's your problem Phil? You can't possibly have to pee every time I do. Looks to me like you want to suck my dick. " he barked. " Aw, .. um .. Just your n ... ni ...nipples actually ." I stammered. With that he grabbed my hand and towed me into the closest cubicle. As he fastened the door he said "Don't you dare tell anyone about this." Then he pulled my face down to his bare chest. I licked it's saltiness like a baby calf at a salt lick. He softly moaned with pleasure. Then he pushed my head down 'til I was crouching in front of his crotch. "I know you want it, open my fly." My hands trembled as I fumbled to open and drop his shorts. When released his boner sprung up and hit my cheek. I instinctively grabbed hold of it. "Come on Phil, suck it. You know you want to. You've been stalking me for years." Besides Mr. Daniels this was only the second cock I'd had in my mouth. I glommed on like an infant at a tit. "No teeth faggot, come on. Do I need to get my girls to show you?" As I opened wider and made more use of my tounge he pushed in to the hilt of his seven inches. As he held my head in tight I began to gag. "You really need those two bitches with me tonight to teach you a few tricks faggot." I doubled down my efforts and he was soon face fucking me like the pro I would eventually become. I must have improved quickly because he rutted away in my mouth for the next 5 minutes. "You should be glad I'm a multi cummer. One bitch already got my first load and I'll have three more for them even after you get your's." Which is when his gorgeous cock exploded and flooded my mouth. I couldn't believe his second load was so large. I swallowed fast for fear it would drown me. Over the last few weeks of that summer Nick would flood my throat three more times. Mr. Daniels got so horny; he was fucking me missionary when I broke my promise to Nick and gave a play by play of taking Nick's first load. As I talked about Nick's cock exploding Mr. Daniels bred me with his most powerful orgasm ever. For the rest of the summer he would grill me for details about my Nick encounters egging me on to get Nick to fuck me like I wanted. Yes I wanted it; but, I didn't get it. At least not that summer. The next summer I returned home to work at the drive-in in an administrative roll. Fran was home lifeguarding again and she came home with Brad, a doctor's son she had been screwing at university. Brad was a tennis pro and was coaching at our local country club for the summer. Fran told me he was bi and had introduced her to swinging. She had told her parents they were dating and they allowed him to share her bed for the summer. Nick was working at a local factory, had gotten married, complete with a baby six months later. He continued to frequent the drive-in, and rarely with his wife. Mr. Daniels and I picked up where we had left off the summer before. He was deeply frustrated that I had only had a couple of gay encounters during the school term and totally bamboozled that I had only let the guys fuck me with condoms. As he bareback fucked me he would grill me for details of my encounters as well as the sexual encounters Fran shared from her experiences with Brad and his swinger circles. I began to believe he couldn't climax without me sharing more and more solicitous details. I was deeply grateful Fran shared so freely with me and lived for that moment he would plough deep into me and unload. Fran, Brad and I were sharing pizza and a couple bottles of tequila one night when Brad hatched a plan. He convinced Fran to seduce Nick into taking her to the drive-in. He and I would join them for a double date. The goal was for Brad and I to have the opportunity to watch Nick screw Fran and then seduce him into fucking Brad and I. I didn't believe we could pull this off but was surprised when Fran reported to us Nick had agreed to the double date. They had necked one night on the boardwalk. She'd allowed him to suck on her luscious nipple and promised he'd get further if he agreed to the drive-in double date. He wasn't going to pass up that offer. Fran and Nick snuggled close in the front seat as Brad fondled my nipple in the back seat. I don't even remember what movie was playing. Brad started deeply kissing me just as Fran looked back to see what we were up to. I caught her eye with a questioning look on my face. She just smiled at me, winked and nodded at me. Her message clearly 'Go for it.' She then bent down in front of Nick and there was no mistaking what we were hearing, she was giving Nick head. His head was thrown back in ecstacy. Brad took this as his cue and quickly unleashed my hardon. His lips were quickly wrapped around it and any doubts I had about his bisexuality vanished. He was clearly very skilled at giving oral and deep throating cock. After about ten minutes I had to pull him off warning I didn't want to cum yet. We switched roles and I did my best with his cock down my throat. He managed to get his fingers behind me and playing with my hole. Again he showed practiced dexterity and my ass sent me signals that it wanted more than fingers probing it. I managed to slip out of my clothes and sat facing Brad on his lap. I don't know where Nick got it but we were in a GMC Yukon so there was lots of room. Brad's raw cock rested in my ass crack and he was trying to maneuver it into my hole. I whispered that he needed a condom. He whispered back; "Fuck, really? I thought all you gay guys do it aux natural?" "Tempting fella, but no ." "Fran, you got a condom? I forgot to bring any." "Oh you guys are getting right to it, nice. Here. " Nick stopped sucking her tit long enough to ask, "Do I get one of those?" "I promised I'd go further and I have sucking your cock. That's it for now bud. " she scolded him. I moved off Brad's lap and rolled the condom on. Fran and Nick watched and then turned back to their making out. I took a couple moments to snog with Brad, moved back to his lap and lowered myself on his cock as he kept it aimed at my hole. I was amazed that his sheathed cock slid in so easily. It felt amazing! A tad smaller than Mr. Daniels' but just as comfortable. Not at all like the two guys that had 'done me with condoms' at school. That's when the 'penny dropped '. I looked Brad in the eye and squinted. He knew right away what I was asking and wordlessly answered by holding up the used condom in front of my face with an evil grin. "What the fuck man?" I whispered in his ear. "I know you let Mr. Daniels do you raw. (Had I told Fran?) Do you want me to ask Fran for another. We spoiled this one." he discreetly whispered back. "Fuck" "That's what I had in mind. " I checked to make sure they weren't watching from the front seat, "Okay, just don't cum in me."

Went to my local nudist beach today (great weather for a change on the west coast of Scotland!). Beach was busy 😃 and after a bit of edging and eye contact there were 5 of us sucking, wanking and sharing poppers, and I laid down and got covered in 4 loads of cum from complete strangers. I would’ve preferred 4 loads being fucked into me, but it was still horny!

by Steve Berman Sberman8@yahoo.com Let's start with the truth: I was following him. There, now I can set the tone. Not that I usually stalked people, but he was different. Struck me hard and fast, like an accident, only the feeling was welcome. So I waited outside the shop, peering into the windows as if browsing from the street. I was more than a little surprised that he was making a purchase. Not the sort of person to frequent a gallery, especially not the sort of gallery that this was. Were weird masks crafted from tooled leather and animal bones along with crepe and burlap wings his taste? That thought almost made me walk away and leave the stare of that something--once a raccoon or perhaps a possum--perched atop a calfskin helm in the display that was accusing me through empty sockets. Yet I was held fast, watching as he purchased a mask, a wide piece with fluted edges and scrollwork around the lips. When he left the store, not even pausing to offer me a glance, I stood by, breathing in his smell. One more inhale and a minute's passing happened before I followed him. I was not aiming for capture, but merely the thrill of the hunt. I could let my eyes follow the length of his young frame, supposedly with little risk. He led me to Jackson Square; on this weekend, it was full of both tourists and regulars, the artists displaying their paintings and caricatures along the wrought iron fence binding the park. In my two years of living in the Crescent City, I had never seen anyone walk that park. A snack at L'Madeline's seemed his goal. I sat down outside on a metal bench and waited. Resting and inert, I felt little like a predator. Embarrassment for acting in such outlandish fashion crept over me. I had kept my secret too well, preventing any overt betrayals even if I wanted them to be shown. So if I ever was attracted to another guy, desire was kept locked away tight behind my eyes. But this one made me act, even to this little degree, for approaching him was still out of the question. I had caught him on a side street to Royal, standing there watching with a host of others at a one-man band playing in the middle of the street. How could you not be taken by him? With his slim physique and wild black hair that so contrasted with his pale skin. A night dweller that had crept out for some reason to take a glimpse of the sun and its crowd. His clothing was worn, jeans almost tattered to shreds. He was definitely not one of the university crowd I normally hung out with, and did not have the brashness of a local. What he did have was quiet and furtive eyes that I thought would never find me. "Dance," I whispered, "you were surely meant to dance," but only his foot moved in time with the music. He left the cafe to walk down the alleys that led back to Bourbon Street, an infamous thoroughfare of the Quarter, which was truthfully a disappointment during the day. Those walkways had the rare person traveling besides us, but still I followed, my mind often urging me to turn away, but never quite vehement enough for the rest of me to listen. Yet, I wondered why he did not turn around and confront me, as my footfalls were neither quiet nor calm. Perhaps he simply chose to ignore my existence. The thought did not have much appeal to me, but I was saved when he left the known parts of Bourbon. He passed the Line. All newcomers to the Quarter hear of the Line if they spend any time downtown. Eventually the tourist trappings fall aside, the restaurants fade back, and you are only left with gloomy looking buildings. Most are bars of some ill repute squatting down, ready to gorge themselves on sodden customers. I had learned from the classmates I occasionally socialized with that beyond the almost visible line were places a normal guy, a straight decent fellow, just shouldn't go. Gay bars, rough spots, leather dens, areas where your ass either got shoveled or kicked in. And though the warnings were tabu entreaties, I had never before had the courage, or that much inclination, to cross. I watched him go with a sigh of regret. He never looked back, and neither did I. The walk back to the streetcar stop seemed so bland in comparison. Somewhere, I heard that New Orleans has two different patron gods, each presiding over not different parts of the city but rather the times. During the day, it is the sly Mercantile, the one who stands grinning behind the counter. He may be met as a sophisticate selling artwork or antiques, or be the street dealer with lewd T-shirts and garish Mardi Gras posters. But he will try to sell you something, anything, ‘name your price littl' lady.’ But at night, well, New Orleans becomes the domain of the Truck Driver, an avatar cruel and crude, laughing while he spills his beer on your sleeve, promising to show you sights never seen before, but all guaranteed to arouse. His language is blunt and to the point. The Mercantile wants your business, thrives on it; the Truck Driver couldn't care less, because he knows you have come to watch and don't feel like going home early. Or hungry. And since I like to think of myself somewhat sophisticated if not downright neurotic, I often avoided offering myself to the Truck Driver. At night most of the French Quarter is alive and crawling down Canal and Bourbon streets, with the other streets asleep except for the rare insomniac. Normally I am of little mood for crowds of drunken folk, seeking only to lose myself in a book back at the dorm. But one night late this past semester I sought refuge in their madness; for three weeks, I had been barraged with papers and tests, and the notion of just once losing my identity seemed like the perfect medicine. Come morning, should I regret something, well, that was a New Orleans tradition, too. I had come down on the streetcar with friends, letting them act as faulty guides and chaperons. With my hurricane clutched firm, and my college sweatshirt on as a warning label to the locals, I was ready to drink in deep that night. All was fine, even the two hours spent in the strip joint. I enjoyed the rank smell of sweat and smoke more than the dancers, who seemed all too eager to leave the stage; their social security checks must have been waiting for them in the back. But I was a consummate actor, in part thanks to the no-cover-charge-but-necessary-three-drink-minimum rule, and my friends never saw my disinterest in flouncing breasts. Outside the club, I took a moment to clear my head of vapors. The brick walls here are great for this purpose; one can lean against them and feel the world coming back into focus. Perhaps I should suggest that a bit of powdered brick added to chicory coffee might serve as a hangover remedy. My renewed perception let me spot him down the street. The clothing was so similar to what he wore the night I first saw him, that I wondered if I wasn't having some weird Dixie-beer induced flashback. But no, it was through the passing mob that my eyes were teased with him standing in front of a trader's shop, one arm casually draped around one of the cast-iron horse heads, relics from when busy folk had to tie up their steeds. I rapped my head against the wall ever so slightly, letting my friends chuckle at the display. I was trapped. To simply leave them would invite questions, none of which I could readily answer. But the desire to go to him was strong, making me think recklessly. My mind on a rampage, I muttered something up getting a refill and wandered into the crowd. I prayed they would not follow as I waded past the doomsayers, smelling rank like bad bologna stuck between their sandwich board signs. When I could no longer see my pals and my last link to school and sanity was gone, I headed directly towards him. This time his eyes were on me, casually, as I approached. I nearly lost my nerve, but to have come so close and then break away was too disheartening to contemplate. So, we met besides the black horse head with its bit of rust peeking through the bad paint job. Never having been so close to him, I was a bit surprised at his age; I would have guessed him a couple of years younger than me, but his confident pose had not a drop of inexperience. And since I did not yet have the strength to stare him straight in that delicately featured face, I found myself watching his long fingers that were idly stroking the post's huge nostrils. "Whew, its good to get out of that crowd. Felt like I was going to be swept along the street." My voice had a nervous edge to it, making me cringe slightly as I finished. He shrugged. "Nights here are like that." He had a soft voice, barely above a whisper. "Surprised to see you here, thought you were more of a day walker." The remark was received and noted; so he had known I was following him that day. "Yeah, but something brought me out tonight. You seem to blend-in here." I added. "That's not a compliment." And he flashed me a grin. "Are you waiting for anyone?" Hope was at my fingers, ready to fly off to the river if he should answer yes, that he was waiting for someone else, someone better looking, perhaps taller or bigger, without an East Coast accent that betrays seduction. "Sort of, but seeing as you're here, guess I might not have to." I was confused, but merely nodded, feeling it the right thing to do. "Umm, you want to go somewhere and get a drink and talk?" "Sure, I know a place." I followed him as we made our way along the sidewalk, avoiding the packed street to make faster time. I was so nervous that one of my school chums would catch sight of me that I kept my eyes trained on his backside, which was not altogether a bad sight. Before I knew it, the crowd had thinned out to mere stragglers. We had reached the damned Line, again. He crossed it with ease, then turned back to see my passage. Again it was too late to turn back. I wished that a shock of sorts had traveled up and down my spine as I crossed into strange territory, but it felt all too slick and painless. Seeing me step over, he again flashed me that grin that was oh-so-promising. Farther down the street, we reached a small doorway. Beyond it, the room was dark with dim splotches of light from weak bulbs hanging in the rafters. Small tables and chairs were placed haphazardly about, each covered with what look like remnants of cloth. Several people sat close together on the floor, amid pillows and covers. The bar was low, with too many bartenders milling about, fighting over the odd customer who wanted something to drink. A dim chord of music hung in the air, supplied by an unseen guitar. It was mournfully apparent that conversation, offers and promises, perhaps even deals of flesh were the draw. What was the minimum here, I had to wonder. We sat at one of the few empty tables. It was odd how such a quiet place could be so crowded; amid all the whispering, mouths barely seemed to move. I was disappointed that all sorts of couples sat down with their drinks; I had expected, had even hoped for, something more blatantly gay as a site for my initiation. The drinks were set before us; there was no choosing apparently. I took a sip from the wet glass and found it bitter but strong. My companion seemed as relaxed as ever, just content to stare at me it seemed, yet ,as I was to learn, the demeanor I saw was actually a carefully constructed wall. In a subdued voice, I was forced to start the conversation. "My name's Preston." I felt that offering my hand would seem childish and utterly inappropriate for what I was hoping would happen that night. He was more than a moment in responding. "Brandon." My hand shook a little, but as I cast my eyes about the room to avoid dwelling upon it, I replied. "An interesting place. Never saw anything like it before. Almost Bohemian." With a slight smirk, he said. "A lot of the hustlers take the johns here to settle terms before going farther, and then there are a number of places nearby to go. Haitian cabbies drift about like checkered sharks in case it’s a hotel job." I took a hearty gulp of the drink after that. As my throat burned, the truth crashed down, taking everything apart like a dropped puzzle. I knew that ‘innocent’ was written on my hands, but never I thought ‘naïve.’ Where to look? The table, the floor, my arms, all covered with fragments of my fantasies. Odd that he was clean. "Don't tell me you didn't know." He playfully rolled his glass between those pale hands. "You approached me, after tracking me for a long time, the other day." I was still in shock, my mouth open, no doubt. I came to when I heard "Enough of this," and he rose to leave. My arm shot forth and grabbed ahold of his hand. His skin felt cold and clammy and my first instinct was to let go and rub warmth back into my fingers. "No. Please stay. It's all right with me. Really." He sat back down, but still I could feel that more brick-and-mortar had been added to the wall that separated us. I wanted to knock it down before sharing anything with him, but realized that sitting between us was the Truck Driver, squinting and hooting, offering to pull away Brandon's shirt and to let me see a little skin before I went further. On such unfamiliar ground, with no maps or guides, all I had left was one recourse. That was to feel my way around him and hope to find some crevice that would let me travel inside. My emotions seemed overwhelmed by him, traveling the gray area between simple lust and the yearning for intimacy. In all my twenty years, neither had ever been accomplished. "What are. . . what are your rates?" "Depends on your needs." He loomed closer, reaching across the small table so that his fingers brushed against my hand that held the drink. The touch was shocking, not only from the erotic stroke that traveled my skin, but also the clammy and cold nature, as if his temperature worked on a different scale than mine. I timidly enwrapped his hand my own fingers, ignoring the cold and damp. As I spoke, the words tasted as bitter as the drink, but they had to come out. "I want . . . I want to sleep with you. To spend the night, maybe the morning." I said the words quickly and then grabbed my glass to finish off my drink. The smirk was back in full force, making his face look almost bestial. "Not just sleep. . ." he intoned. He was enjoying making me squirm with my request. Damn, I wanted the waitress to bring me another glass so that I might speak some more, but now the bar looked empty, and the guitar sounded too loud. My mouth was open but only small, guttural sounds came out. I think I was shaking, perhaps a few drops of sweat fell onto the table. I forgot that my hand was still over his until he squeezed my fingers. "No problem, I see what you need. Pay for the drinks and let's get going." My open wallet was a siren cal, two waitresses showed at the table, each eyeing the other balefully over the bill. No words were said, so I threw down a twenty and leave them fighting over the paper. As I turned, I noticed Brandon was leaning against the doorway waiting for me. Now that an arrangement had been made--though I did not recall a price even mentioned--his stance had changed. Before, his slim build seemed ready to quiver, if not twist and dance about. Each step that he made, was made with wild abandon. Now, his hips were cocked like a gun, his tread slow. He languished about, his arms spread wide at times to stroke the buildings along his side. I had a nagging hard-on for him, and stuck my hands in my pockets to help conceal my interest. He noticed immediately and began to laugh, an oddly loud sound when compared to his normal low-level of speech. We went along a maze of streets and corridors until we came to a inner courtyard, a rare sight that most folk who walk the French Quarter never see. Often, they contain old fountains or lush gardens. This one was bare except for several crates stacked like precarious towers and a metal gate set before stone steps down one wall. Brandon had one foot on a slim staircase that led to the upper floors of an adjoining building. I gave one more glance to the odd gate, since basements were rare in New Orleans due to the below-sea level nature of the city, and I was pondered where those steps led. But all Brandon had to do was to call out my name once, and my raging interest returned to what could happen atop the other flight of stairs. Once inside, I found that the upper floor was riddled with rooms. Behind closed doors I could hear sounds and moans, but couldn’t tell if all were sounds of pleasure. Subconciously, I realized now how dangerous my situation was. I had come to an area of the city with no clear way of getting home, and led by a complete stranger. For a moment, the urge to run, break away and head back to the safety of my dorm room crept over met, but before it had time to act, I had followed Brandon into one of the rooms. The room was small and cramped, containing a futon and an old chest. A Salem Witchcraft poster hung on one wall, along with a bizarre display of slate shards. A pile of stones decorated the center of the room, seeming more than haphazard and was disturbing to look at. Other than a few clothes scattered about, the rest was old carpet. Brandon shut the door behind us and leaned against the wood. I waited for a few minutes basked the moonlight that streamed in through a window and feeling somewhat at a loss for words or actions. He just stared at me with those dark eyes. Reacting to my hesitation, he walked to me, stepping so close, I could feel his cool breath on my face. "Take off my clothes." His was a demand not a request. My hands trembled as they went to his shirt. The tips of my fingers brushed against smooth, cool skin as I pulled it off. His chest was slim but toned, nearly snow-white, except for the darker rings around his nipples. All I wanted to do was caress him there, but I know that would not be following whatever rules had to exist in such situations. I knew that he had to be naked completely, so his worn jeans were next. As I unzipped them, he stepped closer to me, until our bodies were nearly touching. I pushed down the denim to expose a pair of black boxers, which showed the strain of Brandon's erection. I pushed the jeans down further, passing, with admiration, firm, muscular legs with not a wisp of hair to be seen. I helped him out of his sneakers, peeled off his socks, and then his jeans. He stood there in his underwear, the darkness of which contrasted with his skin so that it looked like his body stopped at the waist only to begin again in mid-thigh. I was entranced by the contrast; and one of my fingers had to reach out and touch his boxers just to ensure that it was indeed fabric. My hand ended up on the inner side of his leg, and I began to lazily stroke skin that was as smooth as milk. I looked up to see a half-smile on Brandon's face, and realized even as I saw it that I could accept that. I brought my own face closer until we were brushing against each other. The sensuality between us rose and I became aware that my own dick was still constrained, which reminded me that I was still fully dressed. As I stood there, one of his hands went to my neck, cupping itself underneath my chin. To my flushed skin, it was a cool compress. I sucked in my breath, feeling the blood race around his touch. Then, that hand drifted down, over my shirt and to my waist. It hesitated a moment before sliding up between the fabric and my skin. That I could feel such pleasure in his stroking my chest was astounding, I feared that I would completely collapse into a quivering mass if and when his hand went lower. I could not help but sigh and softly moan. My eyes were closed. He never said a word as his hand left me. The loss of such contact was frightening; all of a sudden I was left disoriented. I opened one eye to see that he was stretched out on the futon, one hand stroking the front of his boxers as the other did a slow wave to bring me closer. The fact that I would have to undress myself caused a wave of disappointment. I saw again how immense and intact the wall that Brandon had built, remained. For the last few minutes, I had been lost in fantasy. The fact that I was paying for a night's passion, however exquisite it may turn out to be, returned and threatened to dull my desire with self-disgust. My hands fumbled in removing my clothes. If he noticed my inner turmoil, he said nothing to ease my thoughts. Stripped bare except for my briefs, I crawled onto the futon besides him. He still wore that almost-grin. Along with adrenaline, my blood carried doubt, the whole mixture making me feel weak and lost as I laid there. Brandon leaned towards me on one elbow and with his free hand began to brush his fingers through my hair. His touch was so gentle and comforting that it felt like I had just drunk a tonic to chase away my fears. He leaned in to kiss me. His mouth was chilled, but rather than disturbing, I found the sensation delightful. Wickedly I had to wonder what it would feel like if he went down on me with that cold tongue. I held my breath for as long as I could, letting him explore. My arms went around him, almost sliding along as they made their way to his back. I gripped him close, desperate to bring him closer to me. At some point, he was atop me, rubbing his whole body against me, bringing shivers along the length of my spine. Then he rolled over, disengaging himself. Rather than speak, he guided my hand down to his crotch. The nerves along my arm readied themselves for what my touch would find. I slid his boxers down, exposing his erection. Around the base was a sparse arrangement of black hair that curved down to his scrotum. I leaned in closer to marvel at the dichotomy: it was both the softest skin and yet it felt so hard. I let myself rub along the length, now and then gliding down to cup his sack in my palm. When his hand pressed against the back of my head, inching me closer to his cock, I knew what he wanted me to do. I expected his cock to have a taste, but instead there was just a certain firmness that was still delightful. Even here, there was the coolness of Brandon's flesh, and I wanted to warm him with my breath and throat. I had no idea if I was pleasing him; he just lay there calm, looking down at me as I slipped my lips again and again over him. Finally, he lifted my face from his crotch. I moved slowly, not realizing that Brandon had managed to slide behind me and that I was now facing the mattress. Moments later I felt something sliding slowly inside of me, and then withdraw. As the movement returned again and again, I was drew heaving breaths as a tide of pleasure and discomfort ebbed and ripped through me. I could not help but collapse forward and hug the edges of the futon, and I heard him laugh in delight to my response. How long it lasted is beyond me. With a massive moan, I came into the folds of the sheets below me. Soon after, he pulled out from me, then turned me over to watch as he jerked off. His semen sprayed all over his chest and groin, and I was held enthralled by the sight. As his labored breathing eased, he dipped a finger into the streaks of cum and held it up it to my face as an offering. I hesitated, and found him pressing it closer to my shut lips. I opened and took his finger in, tasting him deeply, feeling his salty seed lay on my tongue. We then slept together. Come morning, instead of a shared kiss, he had me go down on him again. I did so without complaint. Afterwards, I gave him whatever money I had left in my wallet, leaving myself only enough change for the streetcar ride back home. He led me back through the streets until we came to a part of Bourbon I recognized. I said good-bye, he merely nodded. But I was not left alone so easily. It seemed that I spent all my time was in remembrance of that night. Perhaps I should have been disgusted, for, to some, I was merely used. But I did not feel this way. Rather my attraction to Brandon had grown beyond the physical. I wanted to meet the challenge of piercing his wall, to find and love the true teen that lurked within. Are most defrocked virgins so naive? The very next night I returned to Bourbon Street to find him. Now that I knew what sort of person I was dealing with, the hunt was easier. He greeted me with only a smirk, but this time as we entered the brothel, he held onto my hand, guiding me back to the room. For the next two weeks it continued this way. Rarely did I fail to find him, once even chasing away another potential customer, though Brandon seemed little bothered by the loss. My studies suffered as the task of college paled in comparison to the task of creating a romance with a prostitute. My newfound dedication began to pay off. Brandon must have developed some fondness for me as he began to refuse my money in the morning. When he took it, it was half-hearted born of a need. Soon he was less demanding during sex, allowing me to slow down each caress and find time to savor each taste and touch. The next step was far too easy, and I found myself staying with him each night, together roaming the streets where he would show me parts of the city few had ever seen. The wall was crumbling; I could hear bits of masonry fall as he guided me about, holding my hand during these private tours of decayed courtyards and manses. During the day we would mostly sleep, venturing out only when bored. I abandoned most of my belonging back in my dorm room, taking only the essentials. The only way to embrace him was to turn my back upon the old life and walk a new path. Sometimes I worried that Brandon did not return my true feelings. Was I only a diversion in his life, one that would last only so long before apathy returned? If so, I drowned my concerns in bitter drink and his heady presence; I would mourn that loss when it was presented to me. Now as a night dweller, I met the other boys who lived in the building. Like some secret clan, they all spoke in whispers, each I saw holding back a frenzy threatening to come unleashed. All were hustlers, though some catered to more exotic clientele. At first I found them distant towards me, like I was only a shadow amongst them. Soon, as they saw how much time Brandon and I were sharing, they began to speak to me, confide in me the events in their lives. I wanted them to let their guard down and regard me as a friend, but no, there still existed a bit of that wall between me and their breed. The story of Remus was fresh from only last semester's teachings. Then one cloud-covered night, with the threat of rain driving most from the open street, Brandon led me not to the room to spend one more night in each other's heat, but to the building's courtyard. He was quiet, the only snatches of conversation he uttered were both vague and unsettling. Something was going to happen that night, besides the thick showers that so-often patronized New Orleans. I had begun to believe that this was my last night with him, that tomorrow he would tell me to return to my old ways, to sunlight and textbooks… and loneliness. There was some measure of truth and foresight in this, as now the old ways are lost for me. The courtyard looked different when lit by fire. All the boys were standing about, many of them carrying handmade torches. I counted several faces hidden behind a variety of sordid masks. Here one crafted from broken porcelain, there a leather bondage visage complete with zippered eyebrows and lips. One of the boys brought Brandon the odd mask he bought so long ago, which he donned without a word to me. It was almost as if I could physically see his wall rearing up to prevent me from reaching him. The brickwork was far older than the flesh it contained. A deep groaning of tortured metal sounded as the iron gate was unlocked and thrust wide open, and the procession began to climb down the steps. Brandon need not have pushed me ahead of him; I wanted to go down and see perhaps the one aspect of his life that had remained hidden from me. The descent was rough on my senses. Flickering torchlight revealed only dripping stone walls decorated with patches of repellent fungus. They were all so silent, only the crackling of the fires and the sound of our feet falling upon the tiles reached my ears. The stench of musty earth was thick in the cool air. How long we walked down those steps, I could not guess, but finally, we reached bottom. My teeth were chattering against the cold, and I dreaded brushing against the stonework around me. I followed the others, but was careful to stay near Brandon. I believe we passed a few unlit chambers, all looking archaic and unsafe to venture into. Someone from the lead of the procession had begun to hum a strange tune that rose and fell in time with our footsteps. Soon other voices joined ours, and I fear to say that some of them emanated from those dark rooms. The corridor ended in a large circular chamber, and the line of masked and unmasked wound its way around a huge pit set in the floor's center. In the dim light, I could just make out the remains of mosaic tiles surrounding the hole. But if they were to decorated with words or icons, I was unfamiliar with the language. Even though it looked more like a pool of black water than a hole of depth, I could hear wind whistling up from the mouth of the hole,. A voice close to me ripped the silence. "Ia Nyogtha! Erikthnar l'hor kadishtu . . . Ia Nyogtha! Ygnaiih Nyogtha k'yarnak!" I was horrified to see Brandon's mouth move beneath the mask, those lips that I had spent so much time touching with every part of my being, now twisted to spit out such obscene sounding words. His voice was no longer a whisper, but seemed like the hoarse screams of some dying animal pleading for release. The others around me took up the chant, hurling it from one to another, until the last shouted it down to the pit. Shards of slate were then tossed into the pit, making no noise, meeting silently with whatever lurked there. That something that dwelled in the darkness of the chasm responded to the entreaties. I could swear that above their hoarse shrieks I heard a terrible sound, like the lapping of thickened water. Their shouting intensified as they began to leap up and down, shaking their limbs. One boy held out his hand. . . and was touched by something from the pit! A stream of blackness, deeper and darker than any my eyes had ever seen issued forth and snaked around that boy's pale wrist. It moved like liquid; and sounded like poison. Each of the boys began to howl, stripping off whatever clothes they wore. I watched as they finally freed themselves to twist and jump, a dance both graceful and horrific. Tentacles of the black thing shot forth to touch their skin, stroke their naked bodies with a lover's touch as they laughed and cavorted. Their firm erections were jolted by the creature's lingering touch, as if it sought out the most potent heat of their bodies, wanting to steal it from them. Several came, showering the blackness with their pale cum, all the while howling with glee. I had not noticed until now that some of the boys had brought bags along the descent. From them they dumped animals into the pit, letting the darkness swallow up a grand course meal. I say animals, and resist dwelling on the few things that squirmed and bawled as they fell. My mind screamed for release and I ran from the room. Even as I stood hunched over in the hallway, my thoughts shrieked, wanting peace and forgetfulness. I trembled and cried, wondering if it would not be best to rip my eyes free and cast them aside for having betrayed the rest of the body. Before my clawed hands could move, I heard someone enter the corridor from that accursed room. I looked up to see Brandon standing over me, his mask slightly askew, his naked body glistening with an iridescent slime. Even then lust caught me, my eyes glancing downward to note how rigid he was. He lifted me up gently, to meet his face. Then I watched as one of his fingers reached down to his chest and brought back a daub of that muck. He held it before my eyes; I could see the oily sheen it had. Then he offered it to my lips. I could read nothing of his thoughts through the mask. But the decision was made, had been back in that bar past the Line weeks ago. Before he had a chance to withdraw the offer, I wrapped my mouth around the finger and sucked hard. The slime tasted acrid and felt like cold slush falling down my throat. But I did not gag or show any signs of suffering. Brandon let me taste his finger for several minutes, and then he withdrew it and returned to the festival, leaving me alone again in darkness. I slipped down the wall, knowing that something black had entered me and was festering in my gullet. When they brought me back to the surface, Brandon had to carry me back to his place. I sank into a deep sleep troubled with images of dripping black water. I awoke to the little sunlight that crept through the boarded windows. To my side, Brandon was still asleep, his face serene, so different from the mask he had worn the night before. I rose without disturbing him and, dressed only in underwear, took the stairs down to the courtyard. Here I am. The hours have passed, and I have been staring at the closed gate. What happened last night was no delusion, I am sure, but rather something like a wedding. But to what am I married? The night came upon me while still in this fugue. The air holds a slight breeze warm against my bare skin, and I wonder just how cool my touch is now. Nobody forced this path of corruption upon me, nor did they place my hands on the metal bars and aim my eyes to those dark steps. I am solely to blame. But to what end? A light touch on my shoulder does not startle me, and I find the fingers assuring. I turn to find Brandon before me, naked in the night. He takes one of my hands in his, guiding it to his bare chest, against the smooth skin. We come closer and know that inside we both share a black taint. Together we make our way back to our room. For the first time, I am master upon the bed, selfishly taking before I give any pleasure. Afterwards we lay together and now I know that for all my waking moments when I dreaded the path I walked, the companion I had found along the way has made the harsh price worth it.

W H O A !!!! l haven't been on this site as much so thank god I logged in today! What a hoT fucking story! The eroticism is only enhanced by each Dad and their deep love to their sons. I love how you write of their intimate emotional connections! It's as arousing as the descriptive sexual chemistry. And speaking of chems...I can only salivate to how this scenario will play out! Please keep it coming EvilQueerPig ! You are inspiring me to finish one of my sTories here that has long been neglected for continuing chapters...

only 3 days later you start messaging me again beggin for me to come around. telling me I was amazing and that you havent been fucked like that before. of course I was fucking amazing - and a piece of trash like you should get used to being fucked like that - its all you're good for. i tell you to be ready at 4pm, you give me some bullshit about work. I dont give a shit about your life, you want my fucking cock you make your fuckhole available when I SAY. I dont respond and by three o'clock I have a pathetic message from you saying you will be ready at 4 - fucking rite - cocksockets like you need to get your fucking priorities right 4:05 I turn up and strut into your flat. everything is the same as before and I find you in the bedroom, head down arse up like a good whore should be. as before I smack your worthless arse before spreading your cheeks to look at your fuckhole. it looks different. instead of winking at me like last time, your ole brown eye looks like it's wet and crying - you fucking LUBED your hole!!!!! Im furious and spank your ass several times as hard as I can yelling that I decide how much lube you get - then walk out of the flat slamming the door behind me for the next 2 days you send me messages like a pathetic bitch, apologising, begging for me to come back. Telling me I can do this and that if I come back - like I need your fucking permission you walking fleshlight finally I give in to your pathetic whining and begging and give you a time to present your fuckhole for raping. I slam the front door to announce my arrival and stride into the bedroom look at ya kneeling there on the bed ya dirty piece of fuckmeat, visibly shaking - good you better be fucking scared slut. Im so fucking pissed at ya trying to sneak some lube up yer pucker to make it easier for YOU. Nah you are gonna pay for that cockwhore. I notice you didnt even bother to put the condoms and lube on the nightstand - good we both know they wouldnt be used anyway two fingers rammed straight up yer shitter to check - judging by the scream you are dry up there. Hope you enjoyed your last dump coz you wont shit for a week when Im done with ya. no mister nice guy , no spit on yer skanky hole this time. just 9 thick inches of real man meat shoved balls deep up yer shitpipe in one thrust FUUUUUUUUCK I LOVE the scream of a total dry entry, damm you are a strong piece of trash - almost got away from me that time, luckily im heavier so yer hole is going nowhere. lying on top of you pinning to your bed thrusting in and out SO turned on by your muffled screams - shit your neighbours must think someone is stabbing you in the guts - oh wait - yeah that would be me changed you mind?? So? Cant take it??? who gives a fuck? fact is you ARE taking it. Im balls deep in your shitchute and my cock is rearranging your guts to fit my cock perfectly so give your self some credit - you CAN take it and WILL be taking it till my manly seed is filling your ass the squirming has died down and I think I can hear sobbing - thats good, you have accepted your place in this Last time I only wanted to USE a hole to get off this time Im determined to ABUSE it. Fuck!! that stroke went a bit wide, you obviously havent had that part of your guts punched by a thick nob before, SHIT you almost got away again. there now that better , my arm around your throat. holds you in the proper position to take a fuck. Cant breathe? breathe through your fucking ears for all I care. shoulda just accepted my big cock up your turdtunnel and none of this would have been necessary you should be fucking grateful I came back at all ya little cunt. I even did you a favor and had a wank before I came over so you could enjoy my cock for longer i relax my arm so you can breathe, so you can experience everything you begged for fucking you harder now, need to give you another load, relax and open up you ungrateful cunt Im gonna reward you with my spunk FuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkKKKKKK!!!! I shot more than I expected. tightening my arm around your throat again as I relax inside yer busted ass, I can still feel you quietly sobbing under me. "Dont move", I let loose a nice hot stream of post-orgasm piss deep in your guts. I yank my cock out of your torn up little bung hole and some spunk and piss leak out all over the bed - thats your fucking fault not mine ya slack whore. I pull up my shorts and jeans and head for the door. "If this door is unlocked in 2 hours time you'll get the same again. if its not then you'll never fucking see me again no matter how many beggin messages you send". I hear a whimper as I close the door

Don’t think so! Just trying to become more and more slutty as the months pass! I don’t think I’ll ever ‘graduate’ though.

Definitely Harri Oakland 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Intro The best stories are the ones we secretly know are true, and man have I got some truth for you. Often we just talk about how we got pozzed or how we knocked up someone else, but how often do you see the chain reaction? The ones who came before. The ones who came after. So let me show you what most don't see. You're probably wondering who I am, how old I am, what race I am, what I look like, but I won't bore you with the details...I could be anyone and when you hear my story you can imagine it as anyone or even yourself because if you go raw...it probably will be you soon if it hasn't been already. How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part I I was horny. Typical, right? Yet, horny for something particularly special. I like all races honestly, as long as they have a sexy look to them, but some completely make me melt. Middle-Eastern guys were a rare thing to come across for me and when I saw a mailing from two that were both hung tops from a craigslist ad I had placed, I couldn't resist. DL, hairy chested, almost latino in skin-tone, one 33 and the other 41 but they were neighbors and were going to play separately. I didn't care to ask questions about the unconventional dynamic, I just wanted the best part about their stats to be in front of me and then in me...their 8,5 and 9.5 inch cocks. I was ready in no time and out on the road...it was an hour drive, but I had a feeling it'd be worth it. When I arrived at the first guy's place, I felt the all too familiar nervous excitement heighten my senses and cause my hole to ache hungrily to be satisfied. I'd brought poppers and gun oil for lube. He had told me the door would be open and to wear no undies. I turned the knob to the one-story home and sure enough it was open. It was minimally decorated but the quality of the items was evident. The bedroom I could see from where I stood and I could also see the naked form that occupied it stroking an already hardened cock. Resisting every urge to just run over to cram that meat into my mouth I instead sauntered over sexily, stripping as I went making a show of my every curve, muscle, and sexy asset I felt a horned top would appreciate seeing. As my track shorts dropped to the hardwood floor and my shirt was carelessly discarded it was nothing to kick my tennis shoes off and crawl submissively onto that king sized bed to that thick veined 8.5 incher and start going down on it. I locked eyes on my soon-to-be-top and seductively went down as far as I could on his fat dick before my throat began to protest. I quickly repeated that a few more times before focusing on the conquest in my mouth completely and looking down towards his crotch and deep throated it fully. His hands flew up to my head and held me down to bury my face into his pubes. The scent of a sexy man is an intoxicating thing and I could not help but inhale it deeply. His hands roamed down my back and I could tell he craved my ass already. With a tug at my hair that had just started growing out lately, he pulled me off his cock and maneuvered around me on the bed swiftly to position himself behind me as he kept firm hold of my hair and kept me on my knees. His free hand went to grab the gun oil I had let roll to the side when I initially crawled onto the bed and he wasted no time opening it and applying generous amounts onto my hole and then his swollen manhood. "When I fuck that hole you take all this, I don't care how much it hurts you better get every inch in that tight thing," he ordered and with that he began to push his uncut cock into my hole. "No condom?" I asked, trying to resist and pull forward just a little so he didn't go in fully, but his free hand now pushed down on the arch of my back as he was pulling my hair to lower me down onto the thick thing. His cock head already half way inside. "You said you were neg, right?" He said, and without stopping popped into my protesting ass and began to slide in inch by inch with ease. I hit the poppers despite myself because I could tell he wasn't going to stop and I confess...I did not want to stop him much either. Hung cocks I often prefered raw when I felt more or less safe that they were not poz or had something else. "Yeah, but I..." my words were lost in a sudden gasp of pleasure as the poppers kicked in most wonderfully and opened me invitingly for his filling cock. He plunged the rest of his dick into me and fucked at full on ball slapping speed right from the start. I hit the poppers desperately again moaning and arching my back subserviently to him, just allowing him to take my hole again and again with every thrusting. "Oh Fuuuuuck!" I whispered contently as it hit places in my hole I hadn't felt opened in such a long time. His dick was one of those rigidly straight sorts that you can feel how badly it wants to make it to the deepest and most center part of your ass to plant a seed as quickly as possible. I was just going to be a cumdump for him and it turned me on even more. Smack. Smack. Smack! SMACK! His cock, hips, and balls were crashing against me and into me with total animalistic fervor and intent. Then I heard the grunt. He drove it once more balls deep and held me down his cock lurched and throbbed inside powerfully and spewed surprisingly hot thick spurts of cum into me. I felt each and every of the six streams of jizz hit the back of my ass and fill it easily. He held me there only a few seconds longer as he squeezed the base of his cock and then began to pull out to milk the last bit of cum into my used up hole. "Sorry I came so quick, I've really been needing to fuck since I don't jerk off to cum," he said sounding rather pleased with himself. "It's no problem," I replied with a small smile, not wanting to say I didn't agree to be bred and wasn't warned at any rate. "Well, don't leave. Turn around to face the door, lay on your stomach, and spread those legs," He commanded me with a mischievous grin. My heart quickened in excitement as my newly ignited craving for his magnificent tool took over my thinking -- meaning I didn't think at all and was the obedient little fuck hole he oh so desired. I arched my back and waited patiently, not even wiggling my ass unless commanded or if he grabbed or slapped it for his visual pleasure. It was maybe three minutes before he was near full on hard and got up to swiftly dive into my already cum-filled ass. "Fuck this bitch is full," he chuckled, "You're going to be gushing everywhere when my bud gets you and he'll love that." Damn, that's right...as good, kinky, and especially as risky as this was...it was still just the beginning of my "fuck date." And if he had just expected to fuck and fill and use me I had a feeling his even more hung buddy would be anticipating much the same. What had I gotten myself into?

Maybe he sees someone who needs a guiding hand and wants to give it to you. Or maybe there's something deeper. Either way, this really does seem like it's riding the line of an emotional affair. The best thing you can do here is protect your heart and enjoy the ride. As for his kids, it sounds like he's proud of them and wants to talk about them. He probably equates their happiness and their successes and challenges with the kind of dad he was to them growing up. And just because he doesn't have the same kind of relationship with them that he has with you doesn't mean they've failed him, or that he doesn't love them. As their dad, it would be unusual for him to carry on an emotional affair with them.

So would I and when not using could double up as clothes airer.

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.

Welcome, Omnivac, and thanks for the post. After reading your post twice, I think you're experiencing what most of us have, at one time or another. But the last line of your post is also "telling". Since he's cheating on his wife with you, that implies your friendship with this man is a bit deeper than the preceding parts of your post make clear. It sounds like you're already fucking now. There's nothing wrong with experiencing "feelings" for another man. It's quite common when we first begin to deal with our sense of who and what we are. There's nothing wrong with allowing those feelings to progress to including sex either. It's not up to you to decide whether he's "cheating" on his wife - that's his business - not yours. If you feel really guilty, I'm sorry to know that. Being with this man makes you happy, and it would appear that he feels much the same being with you. If the man is gay, but got married at some point to a woman, that's not your fault. It may not be his either, given cultural pressures to get married. Since you and he have developed a close relationship across-the-board, why not share your sense of "guilt" with him - gently, of course. Allow him to know your feelings, and respond to them. That's only being fair with each other. I notice your profile is a bit scant regarding details, so if you haven't already, take all the precautionary steps to protect your health. These are extensively discussed in other threads here, and by very qualified professional men who know and understand the medical issues. Perhaps you do too, given your chosen profession. Thanks for the post, and again, welcome.

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

Chapter 4 She started piston fucking me and the pressure on my prostate was intensified. I could tell she was getting close and I suddenly remembered that I didn’t feel a condom on her tool that was now imbedded deep in my ass. She was no longer the gentle lover she was, not the primal instincts were taking over and she needed to get off. She was fucking me hard, I felt like a rag doll on the end of her cock. I wasn’t sure how big it was since this was my first time on the receiving end. I felt like a piece of steel was being used in my ass, I knew I would feel this for a while. I was about to ask abut a condom when she said “ Here it comes lover ‘. Her face looked really different. Like a demon that was getting what they needed. I felt her push as deep as she could and hen I felt something I would have never thought I could. A deep throbbing in my ass. I had been on the other end when I shot in a woman’s cunt or ass ad remembered how great it felt when I was able to nut extra had. I usually came a huge amount when I felt this and figured that now my fertile ass was getting a huge load of Cuma and as deep as she was, I knew it was being shot deep so that it would not cum out easily. After she was finished breeding her new bitch she just held still. Then she stared rocking inside me, I couldn’t believe that she was still hard, not as had before she shot but still enough that she was packing that load into the walls of my recently deflowered ass. She reached between us and grabbed my cock, until then had forgot about my need to nut. With the persistent pounding on my prostate, I seemed to have created a nice pool of precum on my stomach. She stared to slowly pump my cock, she was rocking and hitting my prostate at the same time. Her pace on my cock was slowly driving me crazy. She was intendedly just working me enough to make cuming close to impossible. At this point was rocking my hips trying to get more action anywhere I could so that I could release my load. I had inadvertently pulled my legs to my chest to try to get more in me. She wasn’t holding them there anymore, I was. She looked down at me and said “ You ready to cum, lover ? “ all I could say was “ Oh yes. Please help me “ . She stopped handling my cock and leaned down and gave me one of the hottest kisses I have ever felt. Her tongue was all over inside my mouth. She licked my ear and whispered “ I hope your ready for this “. She leaned back up and moved her cock in my ass and then pushed up in me again, this time she was directly hitting my prostate and then she stared slowly jacking my cock again. I was going really insane with the overload of pleasure. I felt that deep feeling of a strong climax and then it hit me like a hammer. My entire body went catatonic. I almost passed out from the intensity. She had her cock fully not my ass and was hitting my prostate as much as she could. My cum seemed to be flying everywhere. I can shoot hard but this was something else. I was hitting my chest and face and some of it went over my head. This was definitely a special climax, one for the books. She was moaning and saying “ Don’t stop baby. Give it all to me “. She kept milking my cock until I had to push her away. She scooped some of my cum up her finger and liked it off then bent over and kissed me again, I could tase my own cum in her mouth and tongue. She said that I came so hard in the ass that my ass almost sucked another load out of her. She said she had heard of that but never experienced it before. I was exhausted and just laid there. she got up and dressed and went into the bathroom and got a warm wash cloth and proceed to clean me up. Her gentle hand almost made me forget she had a hot cock between her legs, one which just loaded my ass for the first time. I reached around and slowly grabbed her ass. I wished I had the energy because I wanted to sink my meat into it. when she felt that she said “ Later baby “. I wasn’t sure what she meant but she was heading out the door. She said that she was going to meet up with her friends and would ask me if I wanted to go but I looked to relaxed and comfy. She was right. Strangely I was still horny, like a special light was just turned on inside me. I gathered my strength a little later and went in to take a shower. When I walked in front of the mirror I noticed lipstick on my neck and around my cock. I smiled thinking this part wasn’t so unusual, but the rest was very unusual. This was something that I might have to consider again in the future. I was sad that I never thought about getting Gail’s number or email. I came out of the bathroom and was thinking about see if I could get some ass tonight or in the morning when the door opened. Apparently, it wasn’t shut tight. In my haze I didn’t check it. In walked Gail. When I saw her I probably had a smile on my face. Behind her were for other women. One more beautiful than the other. Gail came over and kissed me and reached between my legs and grabbed my semi hard cock. She said “ See gurls, he is a hunk and I think he needs more loving “. The rest of the night was spent with every hole filled, at one time, I was spit-roasted. I have seen this in porn vids but never thought it could be so erotic. I fell asleep with Gail I my arms. Jn the morning was woken n my side with Gail sucking on my cock and one of the Gurls licking and sucking on my ass. It didn’t take long for e to cum again. I am not sure how many times I shot that night but I do remember a couple times while one of the Gurls with a very thick cock buggering my tender ass. It turns out that Gail doesn’t live to far away from where we were. She gave me her contact information. I told her I would be back in a couple months and would love to get together with her again. I had to fly out early that afternoon or we probably would probably have kept going. I still wanted to get in the bubble butt of hers. She said that she would like that. This trip turned out to be great from both a professional and especially a personal point of view. This was definitely, A Night To Remember The End

Very good question. I think a lot about this, and I’m never sure I come up with a full understanding of what motivates me this way, but what I am sure of is that it’s a complicated mix of biological and psychological factors. To start with, it feels pleasurable for things to stimulate the anus. This is by natural design - if it were unpleasant to stimulate the anus, we would avoid pooping, and that would be bad. In nature, some mother animals will lick the anuses of their young to prompt the first defecations. So it’s not surprising that we like buttsex from an anal perspective. ASecond, semen contains chemicals that stimulate the pleasure/reward systems in the body and brain, and when we take a dose up the ass we absorb a certain amount of it through the colon. Again, there’s a biological explanation. The degree t which these chemical elements act upon the brain to result in a craving for them is an open question suggesting linkage to addictive processes, and I haven’t seen any science on that. The thinking gets fuzzier and less certain when I try to parse why I feel such a powerful urge to submit to another male’s use of my body as a sexual utility. I’m not in it for the cum, though I obviously feel the same effects from the semen as everyone else. Why do I feel pleasure when another man dominates me? Why is the thrill of penetration so profound? For me, the fucking is more important than the load, because each sensation of my flesh being forced to take his invasion underscores what appears to ba a very primal truth - that I am by nature a thing to be fucked and inseminated. The question that leaves, though, is why? Why am I, as a biological male, so driven by a defining female function? I was just fucked about an hour ago by one of the very best cocks of my acquaintance, and bred with that man’s seed. I savored every moment of it - not so much for the physical pleasure it gave me, but the pleasure using me gave him. Perhaps I’m not supposed to think about it any harder, to try to find a complex answer to a simple quandary. Perhaps I’m just supposed to shut up and take the damn cock because that’s what I’m for.

fuck yeah tell us more... I have been many times to next and also in pre-prep time... it wasn't busy one evening and I was on the darkroom mattress legs up. an older guy stopped by and pushed his cock on my hole. I told him to wrap up but he said he never uses a condom... and he walked away... half an hour later he came back. I had taken some wrapped cocks by then, one guy still fucking me and the daddy watched me take a rough pounding. as the guy left my hole daddy took immediately his place and pushed his cock inside me. I didn't react straight away until I realised that it was the guy who'd never wear a condom. I started panicking but at the moment he already started groaning loud and I felt his cock pulsate inside me and fill me up with his dangerous seed... I left right after this but weirdly didn't push his cum out but went he with it deep inside me and jerked off with a super heavy orgasm. only after came the big feeling of guilt and dirtyness...

Part 6 I checked my coat. It was Friday night, I had been wearing suits and ties all week, and I was planning on getting dirty so I had slipped on a white t-shirt, a white Barcode Berlin jockstrap and some loose grey sweatpants with an old pair of Airmax. Definitely not the way Parisians dress to go out on Fridays! I sat at the bar and got a beer. I very rarely drink alcohol but I was feeling weird asking the bartender for a Coke. The place was pretty empty still, except for maybe four or five guys just hanging out. -“Disappointed?” the bartender said. -“Nah, wasn’t feeling lucky today anyway.” -“Don’t worry, the place will be overflowing in about an hour. -“Cool, let’s hope I’m still awake by then.” -“Come on, I think a lot of guys would be very disappointed if you weren’t around later” he said giving a quick look at my butt. -“I won’t be too worried for you” he added with a smile and a wink. I finished my beer and decided to go explore. I took the stairs to the basement, and almost tumbled my way down missing some steps due to the thick darkness. I entered a room with a few armchairs, and kept going until I found a smoking room and finally what looked like the play room. The room was painted completely black, with a large mattress covered in red fake leather at the centre. Some benches were put on the right side, while four or five private booths with glory holes could be found on the left side. Another red mattress was in the back of the room, separated by a black wall right across the sling. I was alone in there and it felt cold. I was almost spooked when a guy popped out of nowhere. He just had a nap and I figured that I might as well do the same until I could pick up some action. Signs were posted everywhere that sleeping in there was not allowed though so I just made my way back to one of those armchairs and dozed off. It did not take long before I was woken up by some voices. I had probably slept for about thirty minutes, and when I opened my eyes, the basement had filled up with guys. All types, all ages, all shapes. Maybe this would turn out to be a good night after all. I just made my way to the bathroom to take a piss, and throw some water on my face, before heading to the play room. It was still dark as hell and my eyes weren’t getting used to anything. I felt some hands diving directly into my pants right to my ass. I heard a deep voice tell me in French -“Bien dormi, garçon? On t’as vu dormir là-bas, on t’attendais.” (“Slept well, boy? We saw you sleeping back there, we were just waiting for you to join”). The voice was coming from a dark corner and I couldn’t make up any face or even figure out how many guys they were. -“Nous” (“We?”) -“Viens!” (“Come over”). I felt dragged gently by the arm to the mattress, while being handed a drink. I emptied the glass and I felt my t-shirt being slipped over my head. My head started to feel a bit dizzy and my body warmer in a good way. I was still completely in possession of my senses and capable of consenting to everything being done to me. My sweatpants were pulled down and I felt a warm tongue licking my hole wet while another was being pushed into my mouth. A few hands were exploring my body. I was thriving on the attention. I was feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also powerful and invincible all at the same time. My vision was slightly affected but I could start making out some figures in the dark red light. The guy in front of me looked average height, and quite skinny. I could see he had long hair pulled into a bun. His deep voice sounded mature. I thought I could see two other men by my sides, in addition to the one rimming my hole. I think they were all shirtless, wearing shorts or sweatpants. I wasn’t so underdressed after all. I felt a hand pushing my head down to a dick which I immediately swallowed. It was average size but already quite wet, either from precum or from other guys’ ass juices maybe. I heard them talking about me in French, about what they were about to do to me. I speak fluent French but some accents are a bit difficult to understand for me and I could not fully grasp the conversation. On the other hand, I didn’t care that much at that point, I just wanted to be used. A circle of guys who wanted to sneak a peek formed around us. I was being touched by so many hands but my four partners seemed like the possessive type as they kept pushing away anyone who tried to sneak into our action. The guy behind me switched from rimming to rubbing his dick against my hole -“Bonne chienne! Tu vas sentir ma grosse bite au fond de trou de salope!” (“Good bitch! You’re gonna feel my big dick deep in your slut’s hole!”). I was just able to moan but the guy in front just slapped my face while holding me by the neck -“Dis à mon pote que tu veux sa bite bien profond salope!” (“Tell my friend you want his dick deep, whore!”) -“Je veux sa bite bien profond!” (“I want his dick deep inside!”). Another slap -“On dit ‘S’il-vous-plaît monsieur’, chienne!” (“We say ‘Please, Sir’, bitch!”) - “”S’il-vous-plaît, monsieur!” (“Please, Sir!”) I couldn’t even finish my sentence that I felt the guy’s cock being rammed into my hole. Despite years of practice and use, I’m quite tight. I almost screamed but the leader kept my head firmly in place with his dick in my mouth. The guy on my left put a bottle of poppers under my nose and ordered me to sniff deeply, before pinching both my nostrils for a few seconds. I just felt that huge rush going through my body. I closed my eyes and arched my body, losing conscience of everyone else but the four guys currently taking care of me. I was still very aware that I was being fucked on all four in my jocks with my pants at my ankles, all exposed in the middle of a darkroom, and it was the best feeling ever! -“Bonne chienne qui aime la bite, ça!” (“That’s a good slut, enjoying dick!”). -“C’est pour ça que tu viens, salope? Prendre des bites dans le noir?” (“That’s why you’re here, bitch? To take dicks in the dark!”) I could smell the strong scent of the guys mixing, I could feel the sweat dripping on my back from the guy fucking me. The guy on my right stopped his buddy from thrusting, shot his load onto his dick, before telling him to go again. It wasn’t long before he shot his load deep inside, using his friend’s cum as lube. That’s when I heard one of them say -“Voilà, de la plombe pour la chienne!” (“There, some loaded juice for the bitch!”) while thrusting in and out slowly.

Pt.3 Already being face down and arse up put me at a huge disadvantage. Sean has a hand between my shoulder blades and can pin me with minimum effort. The soft mattress and silk sheets, of course they were, make getting purchase even more difficult. I am shocked beyond words and I can feel tears stinging my eyes as I realise the hopelessness in trying to fight. I can only try reason. "Sean, Please don't!" "Don't what?" He asks in response to my plea. He thrust twice into me in quick succession. "Did you mean don't stop? You already know I'm not going to do that. I made that very clear." He is sawing in and out of me now with long purposeful strokes. I am still slick so his entry and subsequent fucking are easy. His assault on me is being aided by my own body and to my shame it is beginning to respond. His strokes are brushing through my sensitive flesh and setting every nerve alight. My cock was hard before he pushed into me and now it is dripping across his stupid expensive sheets as he repeatedly spears his dick into my prostate. Oh god! It feels good. I try again before I lose myself completely. "Sean please, I don't want...I didn't know." It is too hard to articulate, I am feeling scared, betrayed, incredibly aroused and disgusted at myself for it all at once. My brain is spinning like a candy floss machine and very much like that my thoughts are being wrung out and jumbled and pulled out as mixed strands. Sean presses himself fully into me and grinds his body against mine causing an uncontrollable moan to escape from me. "Didn't know? You didn't care. Didn't ask. You definitely didn't ask any of those other guys who fucked you tonight." He resumes fucking me with a harder tempo. "How many other times have you done that? You. Fucking. Slut." I am panting in time with his thrusts. I can't help it, my hole has accepted his cock so easily, my body wants to feel him. My mind is still distraught and his accusation hits home. I've never asked, not in the moment. I always say I play safe, but how many times has that been really true? Half the time? Less? As my mind is racing I feel Sean shift his weight and then a cloth drops in front of my face. Sean's fingers entwine in my hair and he holds my face an inch above the hand towel. The fumes hit me, he must have soaked the cloth in poppers and I cannot help but breath them in. I am already panting from the fuck but this?! I feel my whole body flush. Jesus these are strong. My arsehole spasms around Sean's invading cock and I am bouncing my hips, pressing back towards him. Fuck his cock really is magnificent. His long, gorgeous, rock-hard, poz cock. Wait. No. That's wrong. Sean's hands have moved to my hips as he feels my body respond. He knows before I do that I am riding this out, maybe he always did. He is gliding that dick through me in a way that makes me wish I had begged him to fuck me ages ago. No. I don't want this fuck. I don't want HIV. I want to go home now. I want to curl up. Oh fuck! I want that cock. Just a little longer. It feels too good to stop for just one moment. Maybe once doesn't matter? "Uuunnhhh!" My body tenses and I groan as I squeeze my hole down on Sean's hot fucking prick. My arms feel weak and I can barely hold my head up. The fumes from the poppers are still surrounding me, no escape, every breath causes another shudder another surrender. Sean is fucking me. He is fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck Me! FUCK ME! "OOOOH Fuck me!" I cry out as another wave rushes through me. My own cock is leaking as the waves of undeniable joy have smashed any rational thought I had left. "I knew you fucking wanted this." Sean almost roars in triumph as he begins to pound me. He has moved from his knees to a squatting position behind me, his hands pressing down onto my cheeks opening me wide for his advance. The next few minutes definitely happened. I know this because of how my body felt afterwards. Somewhere during it I shut down. Sean fucked me so hard it broke something that I didn't know was there. That part of me that kept me independent. That was fine with random fucks. He slam fucked me for at least thirty minutes during which I came uncontrollably and blacked out. Maybe it was the fuck. Maybe I was overcome with the poppers. Maybe my mind just gave up trying to deal with everything all at once. I come to with a start. Those few seconds of uncertainty, especially in a strange room, always disorient. I am naked and ache. And oh. "I wondered when you'd come back." Sean is still inside me and rocking slowly. I groan because he is deep inside me and pleasure overload has already caused my mind to shut down. "Well you definitely win hands down for best response to a fuck." Sean is quite glib considering the circumstances. "What the fuck Sean?!" I have recovered enough to jump to indignant even though he is still grinding his cock into me without pause. "Are you still pretending you don't want this?" He asks as he flexes his cock scraping my inner walls releasing another involuntary moan from me. "Unh, its not your cock. Its not you." "But it is." Sean's response doesn't stop him from slowly increasing his pace. "It's my cock, it's me and everything inside me." He is now fucking me again. The slap of skin on skin echoes around the room and I, for my part, let him. "It's in you too now. I've cum inside you twice so far and this is number three for that hungry hole." I can't deny how good he feels inside me. But I feel detached right now, like I am watching some poor sap getting their fuckhole reamed. It happens, it has happened. I can't stop it. Sean presses his whole body along mine and he kisses my neck. I feel a shiver run through my skin, pleasure and apprehension, and I sigh reflexively as Sean gasps in my ear. Load number three is inside me. Poz load number three. This one I am fully conscious of. Sean finally releases his grip of me and rolls back, I guess content. I move to the other side of the bed and sit up. I figured I would run to the door and grab my clothes. But I just sit there. Seans speaking but for the first minute I don't really listen. "It's not that big a deal you know?" I don't say anything. "Look, when were you last tested anyway?" "What?!" I am incredulous, "You just poz me and ask when I was tested?" "Slow down there hotshot." Sean raises his hands, " What I mean is, you've taken a lot of strange loads I'm guessing. Especially from what I watched last night. The only difference between them and me is I told you what I was giving you. And let's be honest here you shot like a fucking firehose when I gave it to you." I shake my head. It's true, but it's not helping. I stand up. "Look Sean," my voice is even now. "I need to go." I don't look at him as I leave the room. I gather my clothes and dress myself still in something of a daze. As I reach the front door I hear Sean's voice echo through the flat. "When you need to talk, or anything, you know where I am." I don't answer, I just close the door quietly behind me and leave.

Pt.2 I draw my shirt closed as a sudden wave of sobriety washes over me. "Wh..what're you doing here?" I can feel everything already collapsing around me. My credibility. My position. My whole fucking life. Sure I've fucked around but it's always been strange cock. No one knows what I'm like, what I like. "Don't be like that." His voice is level, calm and easy. "What does anyone come here for?" He extends a hand. "Get up for fuck's sake." I take the offer and clamber to my feet. I slowly dress fully attempting to come to terms with everything. Totally aware of his watching me the entire time I have so many conflicting ideas screaming for attention. Oh god he knows! What will everyone think? Will he ever let it slip? He came here to fuck! He obviously knows this place. He. Came. Here. To. Fuck! "Um, Sean?" It's the first time either of us has spoken in a few minutes. "Yeesss." There is an amused edge to his drawn out response. "Do you want." "Not here. Not now." His response is sharp and cuts me off completely. This is a side I've never seen of Sean. He's normally so mellow, almost too relaxed and this is almost as shocking as his appearance. "We'll go to mine, its closer." There is no room for contradiction and his tone is such that I simply nod and begin to follow as he walks. His pace is brisk and I attempt to keep up but it is clear he wants to be ahead of me. With just this action he is already telling me my place. There is no conversation as we walk. I am left with my mind still reeling from the turn the night has taken. I am still tender from being fucked so hard and the euphoria of that has been replaced by a knot deep inside. What the fuck is going on here? After walking for about twenty minutes he guides me into the lobby of a well appointed apartment building and leads me to an elevator which we ride in silence. It seems only a moment later that the doors slide open and we step out and he leads the way to one of only two doors in the corridor we find ourselves in. Sean deftly unlocks and swings the door open and beckons me inside. I step through the door and only have a brief glimpse of the sleek interior before I am shoved against the wall. The shock causes me to tense and freeze making it easy for Sean to mash his lips against mine. The kiss is strong and passionate and after the last hour of my life completely unexpected. My brain can't process these changes of gear and I just stand there offering no resistance and only responding in the most basic sense. Eventually Sean pulls away and affectionately taps my cheek then steps away with a smile plastered across his face. "Fuck man, if I'd known you were a proper cumdump I would have had you here ages ago." I am still spectacularly failing to process things and I stand there panting from the kiss staring like an idiot. He chuckles at my predicament and leans against the opposite wall to the short entranceway. "No really, I wish I had known about you a few years ago when I joined the team." He appraises me for a few seconds and then claps his hands together. "Oh well, can't dwell on that. Now strip!" I finally find my voice. "Now wait a minute.." I begin to protest but he raises a single finger and my voice falters. "Look," Sean continues, "You have got a choice here. We both know what we were in the park for, and I definitely know what you were upto. So we can carry on with each other here or, if you really want, you can leave." I glance at the door unconsciously and he keeps on. "If you leave nothing will ever, ever, happen between us. Even if we stumble across each other like tonight. End of story." I just look at my feet unable to maintain his gaze. Fucking hell he has me chastised like I've been sent to detention. But I can't break his sway. "If you stay I promise it'll be a night of firsts for you, and hopefully the first night of many. Before you decide you need a fucking shower. So strip." I raise my eyes and nod slightly as I finally bring myself to meet his stare. I reach up and fumble with my shirt buttons and slip my it off. Sean takes it from my hand allowing me to kick my shoes off. I then undo my jeans and push them down to the floor and step out of them. Awkwardly I ball my socks and stand before him completely naked. Even though I know what he has seen of me I cannot stop the blush that spreads across my skin, or maybe its precisely because of that. I look down again and realise that my jeans are filthy from my earlier adventures. Sean laughs as he notices where I am looking. "See. I said you needed to wash up you dirty fuck." That breaks some of the tension that has been skyrocketing within me and I laugh a little too. I am still self conscious but this seems more like the Sean I know. "Look," he grabs up my clothes, "I can chuck these on a quick wash while you take a long one. I promise they'll be here if you want to leave." He motions to a side table just along the wall from where we stand. "The bathroom is just there so use it as long as you need to." He points across the open plan living room to a door in a slight recess. "And, if you want. My bedroom is over there. When you are ready that's where I'll be waiting." He moves in front of me again and softly kisses me once more adding, "Seriously though, don't think about things too long." With this he pushes me towards the bathroom door and I drag my feet as I make my way across the apartment. The bathroom is amazing. A wet room really, a sunken tub featured in one corner with a shower point positioned next to it. Next to the door was a rail, heated I presumed, already draped with several thick luxurious towels. Not for the first time I wonder how the hell Sean has this place. Pulling the door closed behind me I hear the low murmur of a hidden extractor unit seemingly an automatic feature. I step over to the sink pedestal and look into the mirror positioned above it. I half expect a strangers face, but no it's definitely me. My hair dishevelled and my cheek still streaked with dirt I ask myself. "Well, which is it?" I tell myself I'm still not sure but I'm pretty sure this path was set some time ago, I just didn't know I was walking it. I walk over to the shower and turn the control. I am cascaded by warm soothing water from above instantly and I immediately forget about everything else. This feels so good. I guess I hadn't truly noticed just how much the tension had built up in such a short time. The water is very relaxing and as I unwind so my mind wanders over the events of the night. Especially the latter half. Not just sucking and getting fucked. Being a total fucking slut in such a public place and revelling in it. As I think about it my body responds in kind and my cock rises. I slowly begin to stroke myself without even thinking about it and within about a minute I am wanking hard and panting under the streaming shower head. It's not enough and I reach behind myself and begin to tease and finger my still puffy and slick anus which has me gasping in seconds. I sink to my knees on the tiles and can feel myself moments away from orgasm. I force myself to stop. Shaking my head and raising my face to let the water wash over me. Is this really going to happen? I shut off the water and grab a towel a few vigorous rubs over my head and around my body and I am merely damp. I drop that towel to the floor and grab another which I secure around my waist. I step out of the wet room and look around. I momentarily consider my clothes, but instead I start walking towards the door Sean had pointed out before. The one where he said he'd be waiting. I tell myself I just want to settle a few things, to talk, as I reach out for the handle and step into the low lit room beyond. Sean, true to his word, is waiting all right. As I step into the room I take in everything at once. The lighting is low and pink giving everything an otherworldly feel and the only true colour is coming from the glow of the large screen which is currently displaying a hard-core and very energetic porn compilation covered by a low dance beat. There is the very recognisable aroma of poppers in the room and as I look at the large bed that dominates the room it's obvious how Sean has occupied himself waiting. He is naked. Such a simple sentence doesn't quite seem like it does any justice to the scene; but then I don't think there is a living lyricist who could convey things any better. Sean, a man I had definitely had thoughts about yet always considered out of reach or off-limits, is laying naked on a bed in front of me. His very hard cock is pointing, no jutting, up from his body as his fingers lightly stroke up and down the slick length. He has obviously used some lotion to keep his touches light and make those fingertips glide over himself. On the table next to him is an open bottle, I can't see the type but it explains the scent in the air. And then I see his face. He is looking right at me. Right fucking through me. That stare is pure lust and that cock oh my god, I was going to do something, say something, wasn't I? My cock has sprung up, the sight before me has robbed me of any other intention. I drop the towel from my waist and step up to the bed. Dropping to my knees by the side and looking up at him I simply ask, "May I." As I look at his sexy, greasy, oh so tasty looking fuckmeat. "Go ahead." He groans a hoarse, horny whisper of a response but it's all I need. I lean in and slide my lips as far down that shaft as I can in one go and start showing him what a good cocksucker I can be when motivated. The groan of lust he gives off as I make contact with his flesh by enveloping his cockhead with my lips spurs me to prove to him I was worth waiting for. His hands find my head and he guides me, up and down, then holding me all the way down. I am no virgin and this is exactly what I've wanted and never imagined would happen. So I take him all the way, and let my tongue tease around him as my shallow breathing allows me to keep him in me. Deep where he wants to be. He tenses his hips and I feel his cock flexing at the back of my throat. He isn't cumming, at least not yet, he is just showing me how he likes it. I moan around his cock to let him know how much I love it. How much I want to soak his dick and make sure he's very hard and very wet. He lifts my head and pulls me up to kiss me. It's deep and passionate and I am pretty much melting for this man when he spins me away pushes me face down then pulls my hips up. I am left breathless by the suddenness but I rock my hips and push my arse back for him. "I knew you'd end up in here." Sean says matter-of-factly. "Once I saw the real you I knew it." "Oh really?" I try to be flirtatious but we're so far beyond that now I don't know if it achieves anything. "I am also going to tell you a few other truths you fucking slut." Both of Sean's hands slap down on my arsecheeks firmly at this and he grips me and spreads me. I can feel the heat of the tip of his cock positioning at my opening and I am oh so ready for it. "Firstly you chose to come in here and I am going to fuck your slut cunt very hard." "Promises promises" I almost purr flexing my hips causing the head of his slick cock to slide across my hole. "Second, there is no way you are leaving this room until at least one of my loads is deep up inside you." "Sounds good to me." I am writhing under his firm grip and the proximity of his prick is making me desperate for all of it. "Thirdly, I've already seen what a slut you are so I know how much you want my poz cock in you." "Wait...wha." And just like that he is balls deep in me.

Sweet! Thank you so much for the feedback so far, I have been promising myself to actually finish one of my multiple chapter stories and hopefully go back to a few I have written but haven't typed on the site. I will always try and keep you fellas entertained and turned up with the story progression, and tweak it if it is lacking something. Each one is done from memory otherwise haha. This next one was my favorite between the two actual guys... How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part II I was groveling pathetically and subserviently on the sheets before my hairy well-tanned top. He had my suck on his index finger as he stroked that bulky dick before me and slapped it with a solid *clop* across the right side of my cheek. "Please..." I begged him as I wiggled my pert asscheeks in the air and arched my back slightly. He reached back and grabbed a handful of one cheek in his strong grip and clenched then unclenched his fingers to repeatedly manhandle me for his amusement. "Yeah, fuck one more into you," he mounted my ass pushing it quickly and forcefully flat on the bed and crammed his cock entirely from head to balls in a near singularly swift motion. I shot up moaning and straining to pull myself forward while gripping the top part of his bedspread so his ever thickening dick wouldn't be so firmly lodged inside me. Cum dripped and gushed as his balls slapped mercilessly the thundering beat of his slam fuck he was giving my quivering cumhole. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm cuuu--aahhh!" My orgasm was muffled as he stuffed my face into a pillow and continued the last few steady and quite satisfyingly loud thrusts into my young hole that he was inseminating with his mature load and made note of the large wet spot where he had fucked my cum right out of me. "That ass won't be the same after us tonight man," he chuckled more to himself than to me. I didn't know what to say really and was unsteadily trying to dress myself. My ass felt so good but ached dully as though a long slow dick was still snaking in and out of me just for good measure, and the cum he had once again decided to pump me full of was already demanding release. I wanted to just leave, and not let him have the pleasure of hearing from the nearby bathroom all his jizz splattering out of my hole and reliving his conquest of using me so easily since I was so stupid for just being duped by a stud who seemed so straight to me otherwise if I hadn't seen the e-mails and lived through the fuck he had just delivered. I couldn't believe how quickly I made it to the other guy's place... And when I knocked on the door, he nearly immediately opened it. Standing at 6'6" he was unbelievably tall. Much like the other guy, he had a distinctive look that I would say was somewhere firmly between what I had imagined was a traditional arab and a fresh off the boat type latin guy. Very rugged, fit, masculine, and built though his frame was quite slim. He wore nothing but low hanging swears and his adonis lines showed clearly. My dick came to life bouncing beneath the surface of my clothing, begging for release though my ass tightened in nervous anticipation of how large that snake he had to wield would be. I knelt to begin to suck his cock and pull down his sweats but he pulled me up off the wooded floor and turned me around and with a surprising amount of ease picked me up and tossed me onto the plush bed so I landed on my stomach. He tore off what little clothing I had to expose my bare cum laden hole. He slipped out of his sweats letting them hit the wooden floorboards silently and with slow anticipation he climbed onto the bed on all fours over me and positioned his cock just over my ass. I had my eyes directly forward on the headboard before me, as I didn't dare look back incase he decided to punish my hole for trying to eye his cock. He leaned to his left grabbing a lube bottle from the nightstand and rolling poppers to me as well. I hit them eagerly and deeply when he started squirting the cool gel on my hole. His dick was not long behind and pushing firmly. "Wha!" I could not believe what I was feeling as he stretched my hole ever more apart with his wonderfully thick fuck baton. It was way thicker than what I had thought would be going inside me and he knew it. No wonder he wanted to go second. If I had started with him, it would have just been all blood and tears...or maybe I was just getting dramatic because of how I felt like my ass was barely containing the amount of meat he crammed and fucked ravenously up inside with a wicked curve. I was breathless during the assault and just surrendered to the one who took over and now owned my ass. "This is some good cunt boy," he whispered with his chest pressed against mine so his full weight flattened me even more and he forced my legs apart just a bit more so I had no choice but to let him force his invading ethnic dick anywhere it desired and all the pre-cum that steadily drained from it, "You know what is gonna happen to that little boy puss, huh?" He breathed mockingly. I merely panted as his thrusts got insistent and shortened in their quick lightning jabs inside me til I could feel the intensely warm and thick creamy present he buried into some point past my second hole. I couldn't believe he kept every drop so deeply nestled inside me I wasn't going to have any cumming out unless I really tried to get it out. "Can I--" I began. "Use the bathroom?" He finished with a laugh as he popped out of me tugged at his cock gathering up the ass juice and the last bit of his cum onto his fingers and pushed his fingers into my mouth to lick and clean without hesitation, "No. You're driving with my special load stuffed nice and good inside that useless fuck hole of yours. Wouldn't want you not getting the most out of that jizz." "Special load? You guys aren't poz, right?" I asked though I know I had asked almost a half dozen times in the e-mails and they denied, denied, denied. "Well, you wouldn't have been such a sweet and willingly little pump n dump for me if you had known, right?" He commented as if it was an observation of the weather. I was stumbling out the door, clothes barely hanging on in any decent way, wide-eyed, cum-stuffed, and aching inside and out of my hole he had bred so enthusiastically, "Don't worry slut, you might get lucky...I'm undetectable these days...but that ass was pretty torn and damn..you got such a huge load. Call me if you want to own up to liking that hole getting used for poz dick. Love neg guys who know what they are good for." It would be three weeks before I got up the nerve to go get tested...and of course they had done their job all too well. The test results said I was choc full of HIV. It had been so easy for them and I though tricked some..all too willing...and now...well now... It was my turn to fuck some neg hole over and keep the chain going.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

I think that it's only in porn that you see a guy pulling out before shooting. From my own experience, which is backed up by stuff that guys had said here, most bottoms like it plated deep. I also think that the guy fucking much prefers to go deep to deliver his load, unless his cock gets too sensitive and the bottom squeezes too much.

A few hours ago at a sex club: I was eating a hole, trying to see if he has cum inside. There was nothing. So I fucked him to fill him up. As more and more guys watched I felt horny and like a little porn star. I wanted the crowd to show may 2 day old load. So I pulled out and showered his ass/cunt with semen. Suddenly three guys came to lick all away. It was like watching fishes that get feeded. Now I am afraid that I get „harm points“ from the Moderators for not dumping the load in the hole.😱

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

Part 2 – The Fleshlight I was far from done. I picked up the piss-tube spewing urine all over the floor, and shoved it back into my whore’s mouth, pulling the mask back over his head as he looked at me with pleading eyes. While his cunt was surely loose at this point, he was going to need some extra help for what I was about to do to him. I rummaged through my bag, eventually pulling out a bottle of poppers with a special-made bottle cap with two separate openings poking out of it. I attach one of the openings to the whore’s breathing tube, and immediately felt the air flowing in and out the other end. Then, I found the screw at the base of the cap, which I slowly start turning, releasing poppers into the tube. I brought the end of the tube to my nostrils and took a deep hit, carefully adjusting the flow of chemical fumes to a rate that would fry the whore’s brain, but not completely knock him out. Getting horny again, I walked over to his hole. It was glorious: puffy, red, and most of all: used. The parts of his ass that weren’t covered in a sheen of sweat had cum hanging off them, sliding down his taint and clumping around his sparsely haired balls, dropping into the piss puddle below. His ass lips looked tired, unable to fully close, but not quite at a resting gape just yet, the beautiful red of his insides fighting against the sphincter – a rosebud just beginning to form. I grabbed my dick, carefully scooping up strangers’ cum as I brought it up to his opening, pushing in just a little, testing out those worn-out pussy lips. No resistance. Perfect. I pulled out, easily replacing my dick with three callused fingers, roughly pulling them in and out as I played with the boy’s prostate, eliciting a muffled moan. This should have been uncomfortable for him at this point, given the abuse he’s already been subjected to, but I guess the steady influx of poppers and chem piss were doing their job. I add in a fourth finger and pushed in deeper, past my knuckles and up to where the thumb meets the palm. This time, there was some resistance, and while the whore still moaned, he also pulled away a little. I watched his pussy lips loosen and tighten around my hand as I twisted it around inside. I teased the whore, gliding my cum-slick fingers along his prostate as I stretched his cunt every which way, hearing him moan, lightly rocking himself back-and-forth into my hand. I continued like this for a while, leading him closer and closer to orgasm. Soon he was panting like a bitch in heat, and I smiled knowing that the quicker and more deeply he breathes, the more those poppers would be frying his useless brain. Just as well. Better for him to be as fucked up as possible for what was coming next. With a sadistic smirk, I added my thumb to the next onslaught of his cunt, meeting the last bits of resistance the whore had to offer. I could hear his groans take on an air of pained urgency as he tried to pull his ass forward, away from my advancing fist. But it was no use. With his hands and knees shackled to the floor, the whore yelped and screamed into his gag until something in his sphincter just gave way, and my whole hand slipped through, engulfed by his newly forming pussy lips. His yelling was punctuated by deep breaths, each imbued with a potent haze of poppers, steadily relaxing him a little more into the fist lodged inside his guts. Not wanting him to get accustomed too quickly, I slowly plowed forward, pushing deeper and deeper into his insides with every squeal escaping the battered whore. Again, I met with resistance, but instead of pushing further, I pulled back – I wanted that bend in his colon to stay exactly where it was. Or at least where my dick left it. Continuing my retreat, I dragged the many loads coating his intestines out with my fist, leaving behind a gaping, creampie of a mess. Again, I dove in, meeting less resistance. I couldn’t tell if his sphincter was finally busted from all the abuse, or relaxed from the poppers frying his brain, but I knew I wouldn’t stop until his gape was permanent and his brain a pile of incoherent mush. I continued to fist him, harder, faster, punchfucking his weakening hole until the whore moaned and groaned with every insertion. But I never went deeper. Always I would pause at that bend in his colon, keeping another piece of him intact to later break and torture. The whore’s moans soon followed the predictable rhythm of my fist breaching his hole, and he started swaying back-and-forth, impaling himself on my arm. With my other hand, I reached underneath his stomach, finding the whore hard and leaking. Surprised the bitch could even get hard after all the chem piss and drugs he’d been force fed, I continued my onslaught of his guts, while his movements caused the whore to jerk himself on my hand. I increased my tempo, hearing his breathing become heavier, more labored, flooding his brain with poppers, with his dick getting harder and harder in my hand. Soon, I was standing still, watching this bitch in heat fuck himself on my forearm, greedily huffing in the fuck fumes killing off any rational thought. Then, just as he stuck himself as deep on my arm as he could go, he started cumming, his body shaking with every throb of his dick, emptying himself into my waiting hand. I waited for him to finish before pulling my forearm from his hole, and reached once more into my bag of supplies, fishing out a giant butt plug of ungodly girth – another toy I had special-made for an occasion such as this. Longer than my dick, and thicker still, even at its thinnest near the base, this butt plug doubled over as a fleshlight, perfect for loose cunts stretched beyond recognition, since it could still accommodate just about any cock around. And to top it off, a metallic spike at the tip. This bitch was about to have his insides shredded! I coated the butt plug with the whore’s worthless load and slowly began the insertion, ignoring the exhausted screams emanating from behind the mask. The truth is I wanted the whore to cum just before this part. Not to give him any pleasure, but to make sure this part was as uncomfortable as possible. I wanted him to be drained of all enjoyment, and his wrecked prostate to be completely worn out as his insides get packed with a log-sized toy. As it got near the bend in his colon, his screams intensified in urgency, probably due to the spike scraping along his insides. Soon, we were near the end, and with one final, painful push, I jammed the whole thing in there, his sphincter enclosing around the base, his real pussy showcase the fake one filling it. I got up to remove the poppers from the whore’s breathing tube, and not even 10 seconds passed before a cock found its way into the fleshlight, each thrust causing the toy to roughly scrape away at the whore’s intestines. As soon as the poppers were removed, the breathing tube was immediately filled with thick, white clouds. The whore just couldn’t get a break. I left him like that for a while, letting my dick rise as I watched him get stabbed repeatedly with every fucker that forced his way into the fleshlight, knowing the night would soon come to an end. Then, taking a few final hits of the poppers myself, I removed the whore’s mask once again and reattached the mouth spreader, fucking the piss out of him a second time. I let others have a go at his mouth as I started packing up the mask, waiting until the guy using the whore’s fake cunt finished dumping his load to pull the monster of a butt plug out, anxious to see if his insides would be pulled out with it. For a second, it seemed likely, with his distended, puffy ass lips dragging along the surface of the black toy, but once I pulled it out, they simply fell back into place, looser than ever before. No prolapse. I nevertheless decided to be satisfied with the impressive gape that was left behind: his hole was bathed in frothy white cum, covered with bloody streaks of pink from getting internally impaled over and over. I sunk my fist in him one last time, enjoying the total lack of resistance and hearing him utter a low moan halfway between pleasure and pain as my forearm easily slid into his velvety tender insides. “Alright guys, wrap it up! This bitch is done for the night!” I announced to the room when I pulled my arm out. I removed the fleshlight lining from inside the plug, dropping the outer layer into my bag and bringing the fleshlight with me. Again, I waited for the person using him to finish cumming, this time in his mouth. When he pulled out, I lifted my whore’s face, mouth spreader still attached, and started pouring the contents of the fleshlight into his mouth, watching the white spunk disappear down his throat. I removed the mouth spreader, then his wrist and ankle restraints, letting the whore just collapse on the floor as I packed them away with the rest of my things. Fleshlight still in hand, I turned the whore over with a kick, and squeezed the remaining dregs of cum onto his wounds – the cuts and scrapes on his hands and knees from rocking back-and-forth on the concrete floor – before grabbing the rest of my things and carrying the whore out. The bitch needed a break, and I needed time to come up with new ways to abuse his hole.

"Silly bottom, loads are for sluts..."

ANON 22 yr old BBC My phone pinged with a message, ‘Your cunt free?’ It was a 22 yr old black guy needing a hole to use to get off in. He needed some white trash to abuse and I needed breeding. He wanted me hooded with my ass up and plugged with the biggest dildo I could insert. I duly obliged. I was told he was a real heavy jizzer and got off using white trashy holes. I was told to remain still and quiet and that the deal was I would have to take 2 loads. The first was just him needing to bust his nut, needs must. What he really enjoyed, he said, was carrying straight on after the initial load dump. The second load was for his pleasure, knowing the cunt was seeded and allowing him to watch his cummy BBC creaming a whore. I was sold and offered to be his bitch as requested. My cunt was hungry and twitching at the thought. He arranged to turn up within the hour so I got to work with the poppers and stretching my hole with the large dildo as requested. While waiting i offered out my soon to be used cunt in advance and was requested to attend a cruising ground for a Load off a cheating lad. He wanted to dump a load in my used cunt, so I already had a sloppy seconds fuck lined up before this planned breed. About 45 mins later he messaged to say he was outside. I was hooded, on all fours with my ass hanging off the bed, my hole stuffed with my large butt plug. I told him I was ready as I hit the poppers, I was told to remember the deal; still, silent, anon, 2 loads. I heard him come up the stairs then stand behind me. He grabbed the end of the dildo and gently punched it a few times. Every hit was a horny thrill right where I like it. Then he pulled out the dildo and replaced it with his 9.5 inches of black meet. Now I knew why he wanted the largest dildo in. His dick was a straight replacement for the dildo. No messing or warm up he was balls deep in my easy cunt. I thought he was positioning himself behind me, hardly any movement but it was as just what he needed. He simply discretely unloaded right inside me. In fact I had no idea he’d jizzed me and bred my hole. Without pulling out he then turned to pounding my cunt. He slid his dick slowly in and out and at that point I realised he was watching his cummy dick glide inside me. I kept silent as he switched back and forth from slow to fast pounding. I could feel his cum dripping from my cunt. Several time he pulled out to stab my hole with his black dick. He was definitely using me as a piece of white trash. Then, when ready he pushed real deep and added another load as he panted and moaned. He really is a heavy cummer and I was dripping. He zipped up and write SLUT BOY on my ass before leaving. A complete horny anon breeding!

NOTE: As I suspected I might, I've broken the finale into two parts. No sex in this chapter ... more of a narrative / move the story toward the conclusion kind of thing. I've left the title as originally planned (still kind of fits I guess). Anyway, I will get the final final chapter up as soon as possible. -------- PART 6: JARED WAKES TO UNPLEASANTNESS — Wednesday — Jared turned it off the alarm on his phone, rolled over, pulled the covers over his head, and went back to sleep. He had got back to his room in the student hall at around 1AM and the tears had returned as soon as he closed the door. Tears only made worse when he thought about what he had done in the park toilet. He felt filthy. Ashamed. Condemned by Heavenly Father. He had finally fallen asleep around 5. His sleep was tainted by troubling dreams: Seeing Ryan in a bar but his friend couldn’t — or wouldn’t — see or hear him. Old men rubbing their dicks against his butt, whispering they would fuck him as they had fucked Ryan. The unseen man in the toilet last night fucking him through the stall calling him all sorts of foul names. And, through it all, Hal kept appearing. With his smirking face. And his voice dripping with venom: “You’ll thank me some day.” He finally woke again around 11 AM. He had missed class but couldn’t bring himself to care. No. Instead his mind was flooded with misery and remorse. “What was I thinking?” He moaned aloud. The sting of Hal’s betrayal felt more distant today, but no less painful. Almost as painful was the way he himself, in that park toilet, had betrayed everything he was ever taught, everything he believed, everything he had ever told other people to do. Was he some sort of degenerate capable of such things? Someone who had fallen so far from god that he would allow himself to be used like that. “The wages of sin is death….” He quoted. Romans something or other. His seminary teacher had drummed that into their heads the year they had studied the New Testament. Sin separates you from Heavenly Father and being separated from Heavenly Father is death. That lesson had stuck with him. All these years. Even when he realised and accepted that he was gay. And now he had wallowed in sin like a pig at a trough. He picked up his mobile to call the bishop. He needed to confess. To repent. But…. wait. What if he was excommunicated? Cast out of the Church. What would his parents say or do? Would they cut him off? Reject him? No. He needed to stop. Think this through. He would confess and repent. Of course he would. But… just… not yet. He put the mobile phone down. Sunday. He would talk to Bishop Robinson then. — Sunday — Jared squirmed during the closing prayer. As he had squirmed through the entirety of sacrament meeting. He had never felt so uncomfortable sitting in Church. Not even when he came to terms with being gay. There was an itch deep in his butt that wouldn’t relent no matter how much he squirmed but he just put it down to shame about what he was about to confess. And fear about what would happen after. Sinner. Degenerate. Unworthy. So hard to focus on sacrament meeting over the voices in his own head. Shouting at him. Echoing. “… Amen.” Finally the closing praying ended. “Amen.” The crowd echoed. And then people were up, moving, and leaving the chapel. Jared sat, waited, letting the crowd thin slightly. Procrastinating his humiliation for couple more minutes. The bishop was still on the stand chatting and laughing with his counsellors… so he had time. Finally, with a sigh, he stood and started making his way forward to catch Bishop Robinson before he could leave. “Jared….” A very familiar voice called from behind him. He paused and turned to look at Ryan. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved to see him, more angry at him, or more surprised. Ryan hadn’t come to Church since they arrived in Manchester after all. “… I’m so glad to see you.” Ryan finished. “Are you?” Jared snapped. Ryan sighed. “You’ve been avoiding me and giving me the silent treatment for over a week now. Haven’t I been punished enough?” “What is it you feel you need to be punished for?” “Hell if I know…. you tell me.” “Don’t swear in here.” Jared scowled. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out.” Ryan looked around, embarrassed. He might not consider himself mormon anymore but the lessons of a lifetime in the church still lingered of course. When he continued his voice was quieter. Almost a whisper. “I just don’t know why you are mad at me. Is it because I went into the… you know.. the sauna.” “I’m not sure I want to hear about it. And I need to talk to the bishop anyway.” “Oh. I think you’ve missed him.” Jared turned back to the stand and, as Ryan had said, the bishop was nowhere to be seen. “Oh hell.” Jared muttered. Ryan couldn’t suppress a laugh. — 20 minutes later — “I didn’t LET him… ” Ryan hissed. “… I was sleeping and he did it. I woke up in the middle of it.” It wasn’t quite the truth, perhaps, but it was what he had chosen to tell himself. And Jared. “Oh, Ryan.” Jared’s face was white. “I’m so so sorry. I should have been there for you. I shouldn’t have assumed…” “Let’s not talk about it. I don’t want to think about it.” They sat quietly for a moment. Ryan took a sip of his latte. Another sin Jared’s internal voice noted. but he immediately felt guilty. He needed to support Ryan, not judge him. “Let’s talk about your week instead.” “Oh. Um. You know. Nothing much to say.” Jared wanted to tell Ryan. Tell him everything and cry on his shoulder. But he didn’t know how to start. Ryan would never look at him the same way. And he didn't think the could take that yet. He would tell Ryan soon, he promised himself. Soon. NEXT: REVELATIONS (The finale to this story)

Part XVII It had been quite a while since I had taken a pee and with the butt plug my poz pride parade guy had rammed in my hole it was just a bit hard to get out. Had to strain a little and that put pressure on my prostrate also and by the time I was done my cock was back to being hard as a rock again. What the hell was goin on with me anyway. Damn, I was straight and married but these feelings I was getting were too much for me for some reason. Damn, I had let who knows who load my ass full of cum and on top of that apparently every one of them was poz. What to do? Here I was stark naked in a poz guy's toilet and now had to go back to his bedroom to see where the hell my clothes were at. As I got back in there, I found not only the parade guy in there and my two buddies from work that had all fucked me, but my other buddies were there too and 2 or 3 others I didn't know and all of them were naked and appeared to be sporting hard ons all around. I said hi and then my parade bud grabbed me and planted a kiss on me again and again I did not resist for some reason I can't seem to explain. By the time the kiss was done, he had lifted me up and was carrying me into another room and then all at once he deposited me in the sling there. I told him, whoa, hold up, what are you doing? He just grinned at me and leaned over me and kissed me again and as he was he pulled the plug out of my ass in one tug. The feeling of that coming out made me moan in pleasure and before I had calmed down from that sensation, he had rammed his huge cock in me all the way in one thrust, which caused me to arch my back in more pleasure and let his cock reach even deeper inside me. Damn, I just couldn't seem to get my mind working and he was pounding away at my hole mercilessly. He was kissing me again and tweaking my nipples also and I could do nothing but buck my ass up to meet every inward movement of his cock in my hole. He plowed me for a good 1/2 hour and then shoved as hard and deep as he could, looked me in the eyes and told me he was filling me with his poz load again and he thought I needed more yet. My eyes got wide at that. Before I knew it he had pulled out of me and another guy had stepped in his place and rammed his cock deep in me. I could only shake with the feelings of how good it felt and was soon ramming my ass back on this guy's cock too. In a few minutes he was done and another and another and another took their turns. I couldn't seem to get enough and then my own cock spurted at least two more time from all of it. I know some of them had to have gone at least twice and couple maybe 3 times before they were all done. All of my work buddies had done me again also. My hole had to be gaping open and I could feel cum running down the cheeks of my ass and dripping off. I fell asleep again as I was too tired to get up. When I woke up again it was light out, so I figured it was still late afternoon and had to be getting late and going to get dark soon. Then one of my work buddies came in and told me hey, it is about time you got up again. I asked him what time it was and he told me it was about 10:30. I said no way it would be dark out and he laughed and told me I had been out all night and it was morning again. I was in shock. I could hardly believe it. He went on to tell me that I was really out of it as several more of the club from the parade had stopped by and all had filled me even more. My mouth dropped open for sure then. He told me that since I had been put in the sling yesterday, as near as he could figure I had taken probably 30 loads again and every one of them poz. I just laid there trying to get my mind wrapped around that many again. Counting the night before and morning I had to have taken a good 50 loads of poz cum in my ass. What the hell was I becoming?

4. Greg "I guess. Sure," Nathan said. "It's not that exciting." Uncle Nate turned on the light by the bed. It was too bright at first, but my eyes quickly adjusted. I followed him into the bathroom, still amazed at the beauty of his body. I didn't know exactly how old he was; all I knew was that he was my father's younger brother. That probably put him in his mid-forties. There was a hint of grey in his goatee and on his chest, and a few lines on his face. But these only added to his character to him, each one a part of the story of a life that I desperately wanted to be part of. As I walked, I could feel the lube, sweat and a bit of sperm lubricating my ass cheeks. Inside, I knew there were three loads of Nathan's pozcum slowly getting absorbed by my body. A battle was raging between the virus and my immune system, each trying to best the other. Alan's immune system had lost that battle. Nathan's had lost that battle too. And Jason's had also lost that battle. And I knew eventually my immune system would loose as well. More over, I didn't want to win it. Even though I knew it was pointless, I tried to will my immune system to give into the inevitable sooner rather than later. In the harsh light of the bathroom, Nathan's cock was still semi-hard and glossy from my ass, one last drop of semen at it's tip. He pulled out a pill case, and opened one of the compartments. He took out three pills and put them by the small sink. "Jason always counts out my pills, and I count out his," he explained. "It reminds us that we have to take care of each other. And that we are now and forever diseased men." He poured a glass of water, put all the pills in his mouth, and took a swig. He swallowed. "There. Nothing exciting, you see." He looked me over. I was still aroused from getting fucked, and watching him nurture his virus got my cock rock hard again. "But you seemed to like watching it." "I usually jerk off three times a day," I said. "I've only cum once in the past two days." The trip had been an ordeal. Most days, even the slightest grin from Uncle Nate would get my cock stirring, and today, seemingly anything and everything got me hard. Standing naked with him in the small bathroom, his masculine scent filling the room was almost more than I could stand. "Doesn't seem very nice of me to make you suffer," Nathan said as we walked back into the bedroom. "I don't want you to fuck me until we know you're shooting live ammo. But there are other things." He shoved me on to the bed. I couldn't help but fell onto the bed as he kneeled down in front of me. And before I could even react, he swallowed my cock completely. He didn't stop as my dickhead went right into his throat. As he pulled off my shaft and concentrated on my cockhead, I thought I was going to shoot right away. But I held off; I wanted to enjoy Nathan's blow job. Uncle Nate knew how to suck cock. Unlike all the other guys who had sucked me off, he had years of experience, both giving and getting head. I squirmed in pleasure as his tongue went across my piss slit, followed by him once more swallowing my shaft. He slowed down a bit, getting into the groove of cocksucking. I took the chance to pull myself up to watch a master at work. It was a sight to behold. This amazing, masculine man was kneeling down in front of me, his lips wrapped around my cock, worshipping it. The world had shrunk to just me, my dick, and my eager supplicant in front of me. My cock seemed to be the only good thing in Nathan's world, and he made sure I knew his only job was to get me off. I reached back and grabbed the poppers. I did a hit, then held them under his nose. The poppers both hit us at the same time. His strokes became longer and deeper, his worship of my shaft more intense. For me, not just my cock was throbbing in pleasure but my entire body was shaking. I knew I was going to shoot soon. "Fuck, Uncle. I'm gonna cum," I said, between gasps for air. He made no move to stop. His goatee was pressed hard against the base of my cock. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. I would have done anything for this man, my personal model of the perfection of masculinity. But it was him, my idol, who was on his knees. It was him who was sucking on my young cock. It was him who was going to let me shoot my load in his mouth. It was him who was going to swallow my spunk. These thoughts were too much for me. My balls drew up tight, and my cock stiffened. "I'm going to cum," I managed to grunt. He pulled off my cock just enough for my head to fill his mouth. He ran his tongue around the head, and I lost all control of my body. I came hard, my cock leaking a constant dribble of cum right into his mouth. I felt him swallowing every drop, like a fine, precious fluid. He didn't stop sucking on me until my balls were drained of semen. Even after I had more than finished, he kept my cock in his mouth. He tried to get every drop, tormenting me as my head had become super-sensitive. "Fuck, that was good," I said, finally pulling his head off of me. "I've never had anyone let me cum in their mouth before." "Really?" he asked. He was smiling, but bit of sperm had leaked onto his goatee. I didn't think it was possible, but the cum in his facial hair made him seem even more masculine than before. He was more than confident enough in himself that he could suck another man off and even swallow his sperm. "I hate to see something that delicious go to waste," he said, as his tongue flicked over his goatee, lapping up the last of my load. He stood up and turned out the lights. "Now, time for us to get some sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." He curled up next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I was totally relaxed from the blow job. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, safe in Nathan's arms. I slept soundly, even as Nathan got up early and went for a run. I didn't wake up until he slammed the door shut behind him as he came back. Even in the early morning, the Texas heat was present. Nathan was dripping sweat and his t-shirt was sticking to his body. "Good morning, boy," he said, as he pulled off his shirt and threw it in the corner. "Sleep well?" "Yeah, I did." He was still breathing hard, and sweat was running down his chest. I wanted to bury my face in his sweat-soaked hair, and feel his cock probe my tender hole. I always woke up hard, but knowing that I still had his cum inside me made my cock throb. I wanted more. "Good run?" "Hot out," he answered. "But it was good. I needed to think a bit." "About?" I asked, even though we both knew exactly what he wanted to think about. He had fucked me bareback three times the night before. He had shot his HIV-laden sperm into my unprotected hole. And I had begged him to do it. "Last night. Wondering if you had really thought it through, what you were getting yourself into. You know, it's probably not too late to change your mind." "I'm know I'm not going to change my mind," I replied. I threw off the sheets, exposing my hard cock. "And I know he's not going to change his mind." My cock was already dripping a bit of pre-cum. I spread my legs, letting him catch a glimpse of my well-fucked hole. "I thought you were going to say that." He reached down to his running shorts. If his cock was soft, the shorts could only barely contain his package. And he wasn't soft now. He pulled the shorts and a jockstrap down, releasing his cock. "I want this so badly," he said. He paused, his cock getting harder. "But, I know that's my cock thinking for me. My virus thinking for me. It's not what my brain is telling me." I didn't say anything, but just spread my ass open, letting him see how vulnerable I was. He ran a finger over his shaft. "I'm you're godfather, you know. I'm supposed to guide you into adulthood." "And sometimes, give me things that my father can't," I countered. "Help me with issues I can't talk about with anyone else." "You're sure about this?" he asked, once more. "For months now. Even after I've shot my wad, jerking off to your movie." "You know I'll always be here for you," he said. "And I hope this is the right thing. For both of us." "I know. And it is," I said. As serious as this discussion was, it had turned me on like nothing else. "I guess you're wanting another load this morning." The shorts and jock dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them, leaving him naked except for the running shoes and a watch. "Fuck yeah, Uncle." I tossed him the lube, and grabbed the poppers. "Don't take off the shoes. Just fuck me like that." It was the culmination of every gym coach fantasy I had ever had, and this time it was true. I got on all fours at the edge of the bed, my ass up in the air. I wanted his cock in me. No, I needed his cock in me. And I was itching for more of his poz cum. As much as I wanted his cock, Uncle Nate was determined to prolong my agony. He knelt down and stuck his face in my ass. His tongue easily found my hole, and began to tease and probe it. "Oh yeah boy. I can taste my sperm up there." I ground my ass against his face, feeling the prickly goatee against my tender ass. I did a hit of the poppers. "Please Nate. Put another load up there," I moaned. I was in heat, and needed to be bred by my sweaty, studly Uncle. "You want it?" He wasn't giving in to my pleading easily, as his tongue continued to probe my hole. "You really want my HIV?" "Fuck yes. I want your poz rod in my neg hole. Breed me, Uncle Nate. Shoot your load in me." The poppers took control of my thinking. My world was now centered on my ass and my hole needed a cock to fill it. "Right on, boy. My twisted, slutty boy, taking my raw rod." He had stood up, and his cockhead was right against my hole. "You'll do anything for this cock, won't you?" "Anything, Uncle. Just fuck me. Now." He finally put me out of my misery: he pressed against my ass and the head slid in. I leaned into him, and the rest of his cock entered me. "Fuck me hard, Uncle. Pound my hole." He grabbed my hips, and answered my pleas. His cock pistoned in and out. He had put on just enough lube to smooth his entry, but not enough to make it easy for me. I felt every millimeter of his shaft against my hole: he stretched it out, he explored it, he made it his own. My own cock was leaking pre-cum, and without thinking, I let my hand go down and start to stroke it. Nate reached down and pulled my hand away. "Not yet Greg. You'll get off. But on my schedule." He slammed his cock deep, reminding me who was in control. Then he returned to his steady, relentless pounding of my hole, still holding my hands behind my back. This was more than I had initially bargained for, and I needed another hit of the poppers. But he was holding on to my hands, forcing me to take his cock straight up. "You ok, boy?" he asked, suddenly aware of how his massive cock was tearing up my hole. "I'll take anything you give me," I answered, gasping for breath between his forceful strokes. I wanted to impress him. I knew he had fucked more guys than I could count. I imagined that they had all been able to take him without a problem. I didn't want to be the weak one. I wanted to be a special man for him, I was going to start by taking him all the way, until he shot his precious load in me. Even though I was biting the sheets to keep from whimpering, I wasn't going to make him stop before he had his orgasm. I was glad he couldn't see my face. If he could, I knew he would stop. "Don't worry, Greg. I'm going to come soon." He let go of my arms, and I did a hit of poppers. Then I offered the bottle to him. He took it, and he did a long hit. "You want my poz cum, Greg?" he asked as he put away the bottle. "Please Uncle. Shoot it in me. Rip open my ass and fill it with your toxic sperm." Fueled by the poppers, I didn't care how it felt. This was all part of the process I had to go through to get what I needed so badly. "Take it, Greg. Take my cum" He slammed his cock into my hole. "Fucking. Take. My. Deathseed." Each word was punctuated by a deep thrust into me and a spurt of cum. With the last one, he didn't pull out again, but left his cock inside of me. He was gasping for air, his chest heaving. "Damn. That was intense." Nathan collapsed on top of me. His chest was covered in another layer of sweat. I was shaking from the intensity of the fuck. Neither one of us could speak at first. "Good morning, boy," he finally whispered in my ear, once he had caught his breath. "Shower?" he asked. He pushed himself up, and carefully pulled his cock out of my hole. As best I could, I kept my ass tight, not wanting to loose a single drop of his deadly seed. "Want to just get on the road? It's not like we have to impress anyone," I replied. "By the end of the day, you know we will reek of sweat, sperm, sex and weed." "What's wrong with that?" I asked. I got off the bed, and pulled on a pair of board shorts. I grabbed a tank top and sandals. "I'm ready for it."