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I was on a day pass at a sex resort in Palm Springs on the fifth day of my long awaited sexcation. I had been going to at least one sex party every day, and accepting one on one hookups from the apps as well. So by that point in my trip I had had my dick in a lot of slutty holes, counting the 3 I had bred so far on the 4th I was up to 14 sluts bred in 5 days, I had also had a lot of dick in my own slutty hole and had 19 confirmed loads shot in me, including the 5 I had taken that evening. Around 9 pm I was getting fucked in a sling by a top who had been fucking me off and on all evening was making comments about how loose and sloppy my hole was getting and told me I wouldn't even know if he bred me. When another guy came up and started watching us, the top fucking me asked if the new guy wanted a turn, which he did and quickly bred me with a big load that almost immediately started leaking out. Once the new guy bred me the other top jumped back in to fuck me some more, and eventually tired out without breeding me, which was probably a good thing since I felt like my sexual energy flagging and knew I was supposed to hookup with a hot guy who had bred me on a previous Palm Springs vacation around 10 (previous story here). Since I had the feeling I was pretty rank, I quickly went for a shower and then sat by the pool to wearily await the message from what I thought would be my last fuck of the evening. 10 o'clock came and went and at 10:20 I was tired enough that I was actually starting to feel relieved that I had been stood up, and went back to my hotel room, thinking I would call it a great sexcation and get a good nights sleep. I got back to my hotel room and spent a little time admiring my spent dick and well bred hole. At 11 I noticed that my 10 pm hookup had messaged me at 10:50, since he is such a hot stud 50ish, over 6 foot tall beefy bearded red head with the stereotypical red head dick and I already knew he was a good fucker, I put my crusty jockstrap back on and pulled some sweatshorts over it for the drive to the address I had been given and messaged him that I would be there in 10 minutes. This time I had been given instructions that his garage door would be open and that I should go in and he would breed me. When I arrived at the address given, he was standing in the driveway with his big dick out and instead of having me follow him into the garage to fuck he kissed me and told me to get him hard right there in the driveway, on a well lit suburban street at 11:15 pm on the 4th of July with fireworks still going off in the background, so he could “fuck my hot bear ass”. I complied and quickly had a rock hard cock down my throat, once he was hard either he pushed my sweatshorts down below my ass or already had I'm not sure which and touched my wet hole. Once he got feel of my cumsloppy fuck hole he let out a moan before getting behind me squatting down and felching me until he was sure I could take his big dick with no problems. He stood up and shoved it straight up my welcoming fuckhole and started immediately pounding me hard enough that I had to brace my self to keep my footing. It wasn't long before he started grunting, and abruptly pulled out and came around to kiss me. I asked if he had bred me already, he said yes, so I reached down to pull up my shorts and had cum start streaming down my legs, leaving no doubt what so ever that his firecracker had exploded in my hole. We thanked each other, I mentioned that he had bred me in his carport several years ago, he kissed me one last time and turned and went back into the garage. I got back into the rental car with my cum leaking ass and made mess that I would have to clean up before returning the car. By this point I was so turned on again, that I decided to take advantage of the fact that my day pass was still good at the sex resort and see if I could get lucky load #7 for the day on the way back to my hotel. I did not find anyone to add load #21 for the trip to my hole, but I did find a hot Latino bear in a sling wanting to get fucked and bred. I was turned on enough by the firecracker that had just exploded in my ass that I was easily able to get hard again. I used some of the leaking cum from my hole to lube him up and get him ready for my firecracker to go off and deliver the 15th load of my trip and 4th load of the day into his hole. I offered him the opportunity to return the favor, but he couldn't get hard enough to fuck, although I'm not sure he would have needed to get hard to fuck my well used hole at that point. I did at that point go back to my hotel and finally sleep like the well fucked bear that I was. I kind of hope that he or one of his neighbors caught us fucking on their security/doorbell cams, and wish I could watch it. I was actually satisfied enough for once, that I did not actively try to fuck on the last day of my trip, and since no obvious opportunities presented themselves I ended it with the 15 loads given and 20 taken.

Was running a couple quick errands before work, logged onto sniffies to see if there was any good action. I live in a vacation destination, so summertime always brings new tops to the area, and sure enough an anon profile had sent me a message that was just a pic of a thick 7.5 inches. Quick check of the profile said condoms on prep, but I was horny as fuck so figured why not. I sent an ass pic back and got an immediate reply asking if I was cool with public. It’s sunny and broad daylight, but I said sure. He told me to meet him at the nearby shell gas station, and to look for the red jeep. 5 minutes later I’m pulling up next to it, and a tall bearded Latin guy steps out and motions for me to follow. Now I’m 6’6”, and this guy was almost as tall, which I LOVE. We walk around back to a hidden corner near a couple of power boxes, and he turns around and grabs me and forces his tongue into my mouth, which totally surprised me but in a good way. I love a top that lets me suck on their tongue, but I had assumed he was ‘straight’ and would be into kissing. Now, I’m a bit nervous since it’s broad daylight with tons of traffic, and he must have sensed it, cause next thing I know one huge hand wraps around my throat and pushes me against the wall, while his other hand slides two long fingers right into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I gag for a second, then he shushes me and tells me to calm down, he’ll give me what I need. I was instantly rock hard. He finger fucked my mouth for a minute, going all the way back to my throat and making me gag, getting his fingers nice and slimy, then promptly spins me around, pulls my shorts down and slides them into my hole. It’s a stretch and hurts a bit, but it’s bearable. I hear him spit a couple time, feel his cock at my hole, then his fingers reach around and go back in my mouth as he pushes forward in one slow solid thrust until his pubes are scratching my ass. He leans forward and whispers in my ear ‘sorry, forgot a condom’ then starts fucking me hard and deep, keeping one hand in/over my mouth. I’m in heaven and totally in the zone. He piston fucks me for a few minutes, grunting quietly before turning my head and asking if I’m a fag, I nod yes, he smiles and says ‘good fags take loads’, and I nod again. He grins wider and says ‘good fag’ before pushing in all the way and unloading, his cock throbbing five or size times before he pulls out, spins me around again and grabs my dick. He looks me in the eyes and starts throat fucking me with his fingers again while he jerks my cock until I’m cuming all over myself. We pull out pants up, he tells me he’s staying at a cabin for a few weeks in town, and we exchange numbers. When I walk back around to my car, clearly a mess, there’s a state trooper parked right next to me… almost got busted but he was inside getting coffee. I made my escape and went to work dripping

On the 1st night of my sexcation, I had decided to attend a scheduled Thursday night orgy at a private play space in LA. I had read the reviews that said it was mostly average, daddies in their 40's into fucking, which was at least partially accurate. They were mostly mostly average to larger daddies in their 50's and 60's and very into fucking, but as an average guy in my 50's it still worked really well for me. After being stuck with the Pacific Northwest version of sex clubs and sex parties since the pandemic I was more than a little desperate for some uninhibited fuck action. I arrived right at the starting time, and followed a beefy black guy who was just my type to the playspace. The guy manning the front desk asked my 1st name and last initial, gave me the run down on how the party worked and collected my $20 “donation”. I checked everything I was wearing except a jock, and went exploring. There were a couple of rooms with couches and TVs playing porn as you entered the space. Just off the 2nd porn TV room was a room with 2 beds and a sling, when I entered the black guy I followed in was lying on one of the beds and there were 2 other guys in there. Another black guy probably in his 60's took an immediate interest in me, we quickly started sucking each others cocks on the unoccupied bed, and he slipped a finger around to feel my hole. Since I was on my back at this point I quickly raised my legs and spit lubed my hole to give him full access, he took the hint and immediately started fucking me. He fucked me in 3 or 4 different positions before breeding me. So within 15 minutes of arriving I was loose, well lubed with cum and super horny. By this time there were 4 or 5 guys in that room and another 60ish guy fucked my wet hole a little bit before moving on, and I had a chance to get up and start exploring the club. I found out there was another bed in the open area in the middle of the play spaces (which I never saw used for fucking), a row of booths some of which had gloryholes and some without in the area behind it, and a darkroom with 2 beds. As I felt my way in I found the bed nearest the darkroom entrance was occupied by 2 guys presenting there holes for use, and I could hear guys fucking on the other bed as well as guys standing in the middle of the room getting sucked. I used my now very hard cock to sample both holes on the 1st bed before groping my way to the other bed and sampling a hole there as well. After that I headed back to the 1st room with 2 beds, the black guy I followed in was still laying on the bed and I briefly 69ed with him, but wasn't really getting any vibes that he wanted to fuck or be fucked. By the time I decided it wasn't going to go anywhere soon, a 30 something guy had entered and presented his ass for fucking on the other bed, and had had several guys sample his ass. No one was fucking him when I got up so I started fucking him. Almost immediately a white guy around my age came up behind me and started rubbing a huge cock on my ass so I guided him into my already wet gaping hole and started enjoying my favorite sexual position the middle. The 3 of us fucked in a chain for a few minutes before the guy fucking me bred me which triggered me breeding the 30 something bottom under me. Sometimes it pays to be the new meat in town, because just after the breeding chain finished up an older guy with a long beard came up and wanted to fuck me. He asked if I wanted it on the bed or in the sling, so we went to the sling of course where he fucked me for a long time before moving on. Since I wasn't getting anymore takers in the sling, I got up and went to the darkroom sampled a couple of holes before getting my ass impaled from behind again. This went on for a while with different holes on my cock and different cocks in my hole. I had definitely taken at least one more load before I felt the need to take it a little easier by going ass up on one of the beds while I rested. I took at least 2 more loads in my ass before I decided it was time to walk around again. I decided to try my luck in the booths, and did suck and get sucked a little bit but did not fuck or get fucked. Next I went back to the nondark room with 2 beds, 5 or 6 mostly younger guys were fucking each others brains out on the bed that had been previously occupied by the hot black guy, who was now in the sling getting fucked. The older long bearded guy wanted to fuck me again and then started whoring me out to the guys that were standing around watching. Most of them fucked me briefly before moving on. Eventually the bearded guy left to walk around and I got into a 3 way flip fucking action with 2 latino guys around my age. By the time the 2 guys I was flipping with moved on the hot black guy was still in the sling and not being fucked at that moment so I inserted my dick into his obviously well bred hole and gave him a good hard fucking before breeding him. He was the last guy I bred that night since I wanted to have a good supply of cum to give at Cumunion party the next night. By this point it was almost 11 and though the party did not end till midnight was obviously winding down. There was very little action in the darkroom by this point, but there was a new hot older guy in the room with 2 bed that wanted to play with me. He started calling me boy and wanted me to call him daddy while he fucked me on the bed in every position imaginable. We eventually moved back to the sling where he gave me a load. After that the long bearded older guy joined me again, this time he bred me. Since it was now 11:30 and there were only a handful of guys left, and I was starving after only getting one mid afternoon meal that day due to traveling (I really hate the airport staffing issues the country is experiencing right now) I decided to call it a night. I decided to hit Denny's before going back to the hotel and cleaning up, so I got to experience another 1st, I had never eaten a late night meal at a restaurant while trying to keep 7 or more loads safely contained in my well used ass. The fact that my waiter was a hot young middle eastern guy that made my ass want to twitch, did not make keeping the loads in easy.

Happily we hooked up again at my place when he got off work. Turned out to be dominant in bed. He would fuck me, then use my Sex Toys and licking me all over while waiting to get hard again. I took 2 loads more loads from him and had his cock or a dildo inside me for at least 4 hours. I slept very well afterwards 😁 I’m actually sore today.

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

Has anyone had to educate a top on HIV conversion during a hook up? In the last year I have had three separate instances where I have had to stop and explain HIV transmission to a top. Most recent was yesterday afternoon. I was playing with this guy at the video store and he wanted to fuck me. I turned around and he started rubbing his (unimpressive) cock on my hole. At that point I was really just in it for the load so I asked if he was poz. He said no and asked if I was. I said yes, undetectable. I said is that an issue? I expected to hear the usual no but instead he said “ am I going to get AIDS? I was like what rock did this guy climb out from under? First, if you are going to be having bareback sex with an anonymous guy you should at least know the risks. Second, understand what undetectable is. He had a better chance of winning the lottery than me giving him HIV. There is a lot of information out there to educate yourself. Have any other bottoms run into this issue?

I’ve seen this topic a few times and thought I’d add mine up and see how i compare to other bottoms. June was a really good month for me sexually. I did some travel for work and had a lot of free time to indulge in my sexual activities. I participated in 4 groups, 1 of which I was lucky to be the only Bottom. I do try to keep a record of every guy, I have a Fuck Diary I write in every night. Adding up each hookup and the group guys that I remember actually fucking and cumming. Not counting Blowjobs, I suck off so many guys I can’t keep track of how many. I was at 43 Loads for the month of June. Not a record, but I didn’t go a single day without satisfying at least one man. I’m going to keep track every month just to see how big a slut I really am. So far July is going well at 8 loads.

I was able to take advantage of a special arrangement. A younger cute chubby cub I know gave me the key code to his place as a way of giving me permission to fuck him whenever I want. Usually it's late at night when I feel horned up. This last time I decided to stop by around 1 am. The instructions had changed so I had to navigate the backyard, kitchen, and then up to his bedroom. It was dark the entire way, but I found his bedroom. Everything was as I expected, he was under the covers fast asleep. I took off my clothes and got into bed with him. As promised, he sleeps in just a jockstrap. He woke up when I pulled the covers back and grabbed his exposed ass. As always, he adjusts as he wakes, recognizing it's me, and spreading his legs so I can have better access to his hole. Often, I don't lube up, expecting my precut to do the job, but this time I wanted to be more gentle so I lubed up ahead of time. I pressed my cock between his thick ass cheeks and start pushing in. He's always very tight which means that he grunts when my cock head pops in. So do I, cause I love the way he opens up for me. As soon as my cock head is in, I start sinking the rest of my 8 inches in. It took a few minutes, but pretty soon he was fully awake and full of my dick. He's learned to just take it however I want it, and this time I wanted to get off so I was sliding in and out quickly from the start. I told him what a good bitch he was and he arched his back to get more of my dick. Once I got close, he reached back and spread his cheeks as he was taught so I could breed him deeply. He always moans and whimpers as I shoot and whines when I start to pull out. It's super hot. I caught my breath and played with his leaky ass for a bit, then got dressed and went home.

I don't think there are any rules specifically for darkrooms. Just the common courtesies we'd extend to anyone, anywhere. When someone gropes you, but you're aiming at someone else, a gentle hand on his is enough. The whole point of a darkroom is to remove all the stimuli that are usually present. It's definitely not kosher for one bottom on a fuckbench, waiting for a Cock, to reach over to the guy getting fucked next to him and try to yank the Cock out of the neighbor and guide it to his own Hole - and that's actually happened to me. It's definitely not kosher to fail in one's <polite cough> "preparations. A Hole full of shit can clear the whole darkroom out in one damn hurry, and it's a thoughtless, selfish thing to do. Just the common manners apply, in the darkrooms as everywhere else. Generally there's not much talking, but I don't think there's anything wrong with talking Breedshit quietly to a Hole you're fucking, or the guy who's fucking a Hole right next to you. My first experience was at the recently passed Mans Country in Chicago. Off the snackbar there was a long, narrow corridor called Pig Alley, which wasn't totally dark. You could see other guys via ambient light at each end, and more clearly the nearer either end you happened to be. This was well before hiv came along, and guys would do anything to each other they felt like doing. Wanda Lust's* room off the stage in the music hall occasionally served as a darkroom, but at her invitation only. There was also a darkroom at the first incarnation of Steamworks, over on Broadway in boystown. The name escapes me - it was bought out fairly early on and changed to Steamworks, but while it was under the first owners there was a very dark darkroom, which was always popular. While (being slim) I liked the steam room best, I hit that darkroom for a while every time I went there. Lots of sucking/fucking, groping, etc etc. In FL, some of the bars/tubs have excellent darkrooms, and depending on the hour, can be full of men rutting in each other's Holes. There are a few guest houses that still have them too. But the best one, as far as I'm concerned, is Slammer. That darkroom is quite small now, but totally dark. One navigates via braille, since there can be a guy rutting in a Hole inches from you, and you can't see anything. The moans and groans (occasionally much louder) do help indicate where the action is, but usually it's so full of guys that one has to be very careful not to trip over some guy. Hands can reach out and feel you up, and you can't even tell which guy it is. Mouths can start to suck your Cock, and you can only feel the head - can't even see it. You feel up the asses, finger-probe the Holes, and slowly slide your feet up to the Hole, so as not to kick/step on some other guy. For guys that love this kind of sex, it's 1000000000 % fan-fukkin-tastic !!! I think one of the reasons I like darkrooms so much, is they reduce all the variables to the lowest common denominator. No one knows how good-looking (or not) the other guys are, so no one cares. No one knows much of anything, other than there are men busy doing what they're driven to do. Rutting/Mating/Breeding with joyful abandon. What more can any guy ask for ..... It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm *Wanda Lust was a famous Chicago drag queen, whose trademark was a brilliantly red wig. Stephen was one of those gentle souls who developed a superbly viperous tongue in reaction to the criticisms most D.Q.'s get accustomed to. He died in Kansas City - of all places - when he and a trick went to see a movie, someone seated behind them started in on him, Wanda turned around and verbally flamed the guy, at which point he knifed her to death. RIP, sweet boy. On a lighter note, once some guy with a really big hard Cock was lying in the middle of the empty dance floor in midday, on his back, when Wanda came out of her room by the stage. She was all dolled up, but walked over to this guy - rock-hard Cock pointing to the sky - lifted her dress and sat down in one fell swoop on this guy's Cock. That's when I learned about the "peter principal" - "take it when it's there for the taking".

I've had a couple of dark room fun. My 1st I answered and Ad from a top couple looking for a bottom at a motel. We emailed a few times and then guy asked if i dont mind if his friend with him. I said more the merrier. WRONG ANSWER from me. He said make sure I have underwear on. Strange huh? I got prepped up and all cleaned out and headed over to a nice hotel. I sat in the car did some things to get me all horned up and emailed him I was there. He gave me the room number and said the lights were off and just come in and strip but leave your underpaints on. I got there and the lights were off except a small dim lamp i could just barely see anything. There was a bedroom off to the side and he said strip and and come in and close the door behind you. I stripped and walked in and shut the door and couldn't see a dam thing. Then i felt someone touched me and grab my neck and pulled me over to the bed. I didnt know where it was till i hit the bed and got pushed down. Then i thought was that the other guy but turned out to be two other guys as my arms got pulled and my leggs got pulled and felt hands grabbing my ass. I was nervous didnt know who or how many were in the room. Felt alot of movement on the bed and someone had something sharp I felt my underpants get pulled tight and they ripped them apart a bit. Then felt something get rubbed on my hole. Burnt a little and felt a finger or more go it. He thrusted his fingers in me for a bit. The felt more lube go on and I was being pushed down and someone pulled my hips up as i felt his cock entered. Someone pulled my hair and put my head on his lap while i was getting fucked and he demanded me to start sucking. I felt a bunch of hands touching my ass and back as this was going on. Still cant see anything in the room. I felt my underpants getting torn more as it sounded like the othere were getting hot. I can hear heavy breathing. The guy fucking me growled as he seeded me then someone else jammed his cock in me real hard and was pumping hard and fast. I was still sucking the one guy very hard cock he would push my head till i gagged a few times then slap my face. I was getting fucked hard and Felt another load go in me and this guy i was sucking said here i go and i thought he pissed because there was so much cum in my mouth and he demanded me to swallow his load. I felt my underpants het ripped completely off and I felt someone licking my ass and sucking my hole. Them i felt a finger play with the drippings and all of a sudden he slipped in his dick. Almost violently he started to fuck me. The guy i was sucking had me suck his balls as he was jerking his cock on my head. The guy fucking me kept slapping my ass so hard and when he did got him harder and faster. Then he laid on me grabbed my neck and trying to choke me has he pumped hard and fast. Then he got up as he exploded in my hole. When he pulled out I heard a voice you can leave. I got up felt around for the door got out got dressed and left.. it was incredibly hot time!!!

Normally I hookup through Grindr or one of my regulars if it’s not a weekend. Today I went to get a part for my weight bench and met this really femme but handsome salesman at Academy Sports. I was in gym shorts and a hoodie with “Pride” on the front. Very sweaty to be honest. He was in the polo shirt and very tight jeans that showed his very nice cock print. He helped me load my car and asked if I had a BF when finished, I said no of course and he started flirting. He kept causally adjusting himself so I’d notice his package. I kept brushing against it, eventually he said I go on break soon, you should go to the restroom and then walked away. I went in and went for the large stall. A moment later he knocked slightly and let himself in. Lot of kissing as he pulled his cock out. Beautiful shaved BBC. I started sucking until he pulled me up and turned me facing the wall. Fucked for about 5 minute and he throbbed a huge load into me. He kissed my neck and said thanks for being a slut. Gave me his number and left. My shorts are soaked with his cum leaking out (I always wear jock straps) hope to hookup again tonight.

I've successfully been one of the tops quite a few times, and have attempted a few times but never succeeded for more than a few strokes while bottoming. In my successes as a top I've found that it is easiest if both tops are fairly long, I'm just shy of 8" for reference and the other tops were 7-9". The only position I've succeeded in is with one top lying on his back with the bottom facing him while the 2nd top enters from behind. I haven't found that the girth of either tops makes a difference in whether it is successful or not. The only position I've succeeded in is with one top lying on his back with the bottom facing him while the 2nd top enters from behind.

Don't apologize about the rant, a lot of what you mentioned I have experienced. The people pulling your curtains open, trust me, if they live in Florida they have been in my house. The theft of items, even those we would consider mundane and ordinary are an invasion of your privacy and your home. You sound like me, you accept an apology, and sure enough - the same cast of characters do it again. When I go to someone's home, I ask them what room to go into, where to put my bag, and where to sit my ass. I don't move, I don't ask for anything, and I don't touch anything that does not belong to me. I do not manipulate someone's computer, their TV or VCR, or any other electronics. This business of looking out your windows is PURE crazy. They don't realize the jeopardy they put everyone in. I once had a guy go to the front door, open it completely, and stand there buck naked. A man was doing construction on the next building roof over actually drooped his wheel barrel. So I know these things happen. You try to be nice, be accommodating, and these individuals put you in a very awkward and possibly negative situation with your neighbors, apartment complex, or HOA. I have been there and I know exactly what you are talking about. It's tough to make someone leave, no one wants to be "the bad guy", but when they are gone you will have to deal with the consequences. If I have anything say it would be this. One offense - and they are gone. I don't care what they look like, who they came with, they are out of my house. Because their behavior could cost you your living situation. Be strong man!

Just sucked a cock I've been after for years. I've chatted to this guy on and off for the last 10 years and things just never seemed to line up. He's in his 50s tall and muscular, balding with a goatee and a 8" uncut cock. I've heard stories of him over the years, the way he's bred multiple men which claimed he was the best fuck ever. So this man has been a legend in the area, today he hit me up on grindr being really close wanting a quick blow before getting back to his farm. He opens the door grabs me and starts making out hard immediately unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants making me rub his hardening uncut cock through his underwear. Next he pushes me down to my knees with force shoving his cock in my mouth fucking my face as he got harder and deeper into my throat. He kept it up for a solid 8 minutes, I couldn't breathe half the time almost blacking out twice. Until he started Cumming with the best tasting cum I've ever tasted. He kept pumping while telling me to cum for him which made me shoot a massive load all over the floor.

Last weekend I came to Cincinnati for work. I started hooking up on Grindr as I do every night. After a couple hookups with guys way hotter than I was expecting. I decided to stay in town an extra night and host some group action in my room. I’ve done this a a few times successfully, but usually in Atlanta. This is my first trip to Ohio and I wasn’t expecting to find so much amazing BBC. I basically told every guy that was fun to hookup with that I’d be hosting Friday night. In the end I had a total of 7 men in my hotel room at one time. I just left the door unlocked and the guys had my room number while I lay in bed wearing a leather chest harness and a red jockstrap. I just had my vibrator in use until the first man showed up. He was an older black man with a very strong body, but not defined. Very nice long thick uncut cock. I started by sucking him while laying on my stomach and him playing with the toy in my hole. Right before he climbed on top and replaced the vibrator with his cock two more guys walked in and just had me sucking them off in turn. The first top pounded me until I felt the usual throbbing and my first load of the night. He sat back on the bed and watched the skinnier of the couple take his place while I was getting slapped in the face by the other guys cock. The others started showing up with of the next hour or so. Pretty much all night went the same way I’d be sucking one or two with one in my ass as others who were waiting to go again watched and had a few drinks. Finally toward the end of the night a much younger but really hung and rock hard man took me on top while one of the first guys was under me trying to get his cock in at the same time. I didn’t think it would happen (I’m a slutty bottom, but typically I stay fairly tight) then it really happened. It hurt so fucking bad I screamed with one guys cock in my mouth. The young guy was really slamming it home as the others laughed and cut up around me. I was crying a little bit but really enjoying my first DP experience. Not long after the young hung guy came, pulled out quickly followed by the other one. I laid there for a minute still sucking off one of the guys while weeping a bit. Soon after the guys started to leave and when I was finally alone again I was so sore I just laid there for awhile. First time in years I was too sore to try hooking up again that night. This morning I took my shower and noticed my hole was actually bruised. Still sore so I didn’t go on looking tonight. The young hung guy that started the DP did ask to come back. Obviously I wasn’t going to turn him away. We had a nice and much more chill hookup, he even rimmed my hole for a few minutes before gently pushing himself into my ass. This time he was slow be long strokes in me until he moaned and came deep inside. We just laid there with him groping my chest until he finally kissed me again and just said to hit him up when back in town. Definitely going to remember Cincinnati well 😁. Back to the South tomorrow and my usual Tops.

The following line are based in my personal experiences and will be posted a few chapters with my adventures to this day, including few issues that could considered fiction. My first language is spanish (I am from Latin America and still living ther), so if you see any mistake with my english, I am so sorry for that. If you want to contact me: twitter @bbckbear / email bugchaserve@gmail.com. --------------------------------------------------- PART I: The creation of a cumslut (2006 - 2017) I always knew I was gay even though I didn't tell anyone. My first sexual experience was with a cousin when I was a teenager. On a vacation in his town, we spent several weeks masturbating together, until one day he couldn't stand it and he made me suck his cock and swallow his load. I spent a week swallowing semen three or four times a day, but the holidays came to an end and my supply of nutritious milk was over. I suppose you are wondering what I am like and it turns out that my appearance has changed a lot over the years but there is something key: I am a bear. Hairy chest and belly, hairy ass, beard and head shaved, that's my current appearance in general, with certain Arab features at face level. For 10 years I had sexual experiences that opened up a range of possibilities which made me feel satisfied with each encounter and today I'm telling you how I climbed the ladder and reached one of the most extreme and exciting experiences of my fucking life, and go as far as whore and promiscuous that was getting. Between the ages of 18 and 27, I became what is commonly known as a promiscuous gay: I didn't have a partner, I had a profile in everything where I could contact other men who only wanted to satisfy their sexual appetite and who, like me, were excited by the fact of changing sexual partners daily and having an encounter with a stranger increased the excitement. At that time my adventures began. I was with men who fell in love with my ass and wanted to fuck me every time. Of course, I have to admit I'm a big ass and whoever likes it, it's a point in my favor and every top wants a good ass that they can fuck, be it big and hard. I was happy that they wanted me and gave it, but one of the things that excited me the most was that there were several who took me, not keeping just one, but eating everything I had available. At first the encounters were mostly quick and all, absolutely all, were with a condom. I was terrified of fucking bareback and getting breeded. However, when I was 21, studying with a friend from university, we were very close to each other and at one point his hand touched my leg and suddenly his mouth ate mine, and later, my mouth had his cock and then his dick was inside my ass... Anyway, you know what happened but that's not the main topic of this story, although I have to tell it to get where I want, this guy took me, ate my hairy bear's ass and put his 20 cm thick black cock raw, bareback. That day for the first time I felt how wonderful it feels for him to be fucked raw and get a big load inside me. The above was a before and after in my life. Honestly, I immediately regretted it and I was very scared. I started contacting gay friends to talk with them and their experiences about bareback sex and there was one in particular who sought to reassure me and told me that everything was fine, that it's over and if I enjoyed it, fine. I was thinking about it for a while and it got me extremely excited, although it scared me too. I went about two months without sex and then I had a threesome with a couple. There I validated that my life had changed. They started by fucking me with a condom but it irritated my ass and affected their erections, so it ended up being a bareback threesome with their load inside me included. I remember coming home with a lot of milk inside my ass that I had been enduring while I was in the taxi and I was able to resist the temptation to empty it until the next day when I woke up with an erection and my ass still wet from so much milk. In short, from that moment on I became a bottom bear who began to fuck raw a lot. When the guys asked me where I wanted them to pour their loads, I told them inside my little ass, without a condom, and that's how it happened many times since then. Obviously there was a certain fear and when I saw that a guy was too slutty or promiscuous, I avoided him. Every year the whore in me was increasing and I was abandoning the safety filters I applied before to select the guys who were candidates to breed me. The less I knew who I was going to get pregnant with, the more excited I was. When I was 27 years old I met a black guy with tattoos and was immediately captivated. Just looking at him I could tell a that he had had sex with half the country without a condom. I saw him and porn movies began to circulate around my head. A tall guy, black, tattooed, athletic, with a 22cm cock, thick and milky, he wanted to fuck me and immediately he told me without a condom and that he was going to cum inside my ass. My headaches and my moral indecisions began because something told me that I shouldn't give my ass to this black hunk. This guy pissed me off so much. I knew he had to be a tremendous whore and I was looking to satisfy my desire for sex with others to avoid falling for him, even though I wanted to. Guys came and went to give me a cock and fill my little ass with milk, but still nothing to give it to him and he wanted it, he knew that I wanted it and that it was an ideal slutty bear for his impregnating cock. One day I was needed for cock and I told a neighbor to fuck me raw. He came and we started on our own. He is promiscuous like me and he knows what I want: to unload inside me. I sucked him off and then he started fucking me. I was very excited that day, but for some reason he was overexcited and he ended up cumming inside my ass sooner than I expected and I got furious. I wanted more cock with my ass dilated and full of milk, I needed someone else to fuck me. I was looking for grindr, twitter, manhunt, instagram, facebook, tinder, all the networks that exist and I couldn't find someone to come for my ass. There was only one person interested in fucking me and impregnating me: the morbid black hunk. I waited about two or three hours and found nothing, and since I had no answer, I told the black man to come for my ass and he did, in half an hour he was already entering my house, he put me on my knees so that I would suck his cock to the bottom and then he took me out of the house and fucked me right on the porch (front). They could see us but I didn't care, I was having a good time, he was using the load of other guy as lube and I was getting raw cock like a good whore. When he was going to finish he told me, that he was going to impregnate me and that I would never forget him and the explosion inside my ass began. Many jets of milk flooded me and I was able to sleep happily pregnant. ----------------- Did you enjoy the beginning of my story? Leave your comments and remember to follow on twitter: @bbckbear. Thanks to Sam from UK with the translation mistakes.

2 Years Later The king passed away 3 months from the annual festival for coming-of-age adults. As the new king, Charles changed the after party. For one lucky person will get the chance to have sex with the king each year. The girls went wild, and the men had no idea. Outside of Royal Mansion, Chance stood tall, and proud. Nude, his muscles and veins ran deep. A six pack, a treasure trail, and awesome pecs. His hair was medium length, ruffled and wavy ash-blond hair covered his ears. “Today, is the day you become men and women! Today is the day you become adults!” The crowd went wild, and although none of them were naked, they knew under King Chance’s rule, no clothes were allowed inside the mansion aside from special circumstances. Immediately, Chance noticed a strange boy with black hair. He had a strong nose, crisp jawline, and was skinny. Chance had a spark in his eye, and he was on the prowl. “Let the feast begin!” The crowd cheered and hollered, but one girl yelled out, “Which of us gets to sleep with you?” Chance gazed at her, a smirk forming. His tussled hair blew in the silence, as anticipation ensued. Chance walked over to the black haired boy, took his hand, and walked into the mansion, saying absolutely nothing. He undressed the boy in his private room. He was mostly hairless, except his legs, pits, and some facial hair. He was gorgeous. He had a thick 8 inch cock dangling between his legs, hard like steel. Veiny, pink, hairy, natural. Chance put the boy to his knees, and had the boy start sucking his cock. The slurping sound excited Chance, and his balls ached to unload. “I’m going to poz you. We’ll be fluid bonded for life. How does that sound?” “Yes, please! I’m Brian by the way.” The boy pleased, the look in his eyes was filled with guilty pleasure. He was ripe for the taking, and Chance fully intended on capitalizing on this. Chance carefully picked the boy up in his strong muscular arms, and heaved him onto the bed where he bounced with a flop. Chance spread his legs, lifted his ass, and tongued his hair ass hole. Brian let out moans and whelps as Chance devoured him, dominating him. For today, Brian was Chance’s prince, and all must be obeyed to the king. He fingered Brian, the same way the man did to him, scraping his guts out, leaving hot red streaks of blood. Chance fiddled with his own cock, and placed it carefully against Brian’s submissive hole. “This might hurt a little, but I promise it feels good eventually.” And at that moment he railed Brian, balls deep. “Oh god! You’re so deep inside me, your majesty, I can taste your cock! Fuck me harder. Poz me! I’m yours! Take my hole, take my soul!” Chance could hardly handle it. He hadn’t given anyone his dick, or his toxic seed before. He prematurely blew his load, coating the walls of Brian’s ass in a heavy, sticky, evil load. Brian moaned with pleasure. Chance breathed heavily. He pulled out, disappointed in himself and apologized for his short cumming. He scooped up the blood and cum mixture dripping out of Brian’s ass hole, and fingered it back inside of him. Then he made Brian suck the wicked residue off of his finger, and then off of his cock. Brian was insatiable. Chance could see it in his eyes, he owned Brian, and Brian loved being owned by a Royal. Brian looked at King Chance, “My loyalty is yours, king. Anything you need or want. Come find me.” Part 3 Preview : King Chance looked across the crowd, his crown was gleaming in the light. “Today, we must punish those who have sought the light. We must punish those who go against our traditions. We must not let those who disobey win.” Chance had several men, including Brian standing behind him, nude and shameless. The party was only beginning

it was amazing!! I suddenly felt fuller than ever before and asked what the guy was doing (i was on all 4's so i could only feel but not see what was being done to my ass). The guys said "you just took both my hands!" I was so stoked I took a long hit of poppers and enjoyed the ride and rush of being so loose i could take that much. And of course it was filmed. Don't rush yourself though--you don't want to tear any muscle nd give yourself a fissure. Just stretch some everyday and before you know it your rectum will be capable of amazing acts of size and sodomy.

Don't even have to give this choice a second thought! One bottom, cause he more likely would've taken multiple loads in a single session (or at least on the same day!) than one top would've been able to give multiple loads in a single session/on the same day. (Although back in my bottom days when I was playing safe, I played with a top who fucked and came 8 times in a 5 hour session. So it's not completely out of the realm of possibility that one top could cum enough times in one day to fill enough bottoms for a compilation film!)

Yes, and yes. as a bottom, the position @KylerIsTrash mentioned is best. Or, the two tops on their back, legs spread, crotch to crotch, both hard dicks sticking up. I can lower myself on the meat and ride. as a top, I have done the same two positions. But I usually bust my nut very quickly. It’s an intense feeling to have another cock being squeezed by the ass directly onto mine. And regardless of whether it is me or the other Top who was pumping, feeling that other cock rub against mine puts me over the top very quickly. I

Cause most guys I've encountered are one and done, so when I came quickly, the bottom would cum and then we were both done. So there was no opportunity to discover that I'm multi-orgasmic. It wasn't until my mid-30's that I played with a guy who I topped and came quickly, but we continued with the after-play. And I got hard again and fucked him again. I honestly don't remember who that was or if I got hard and fucked him a third time though. 🐷

laughing my head off here @ejaculaTe as a mere flip through the diary will show that two pens ran out of ink while I was writing down the details and situations of the many hoT sex sessions I had during that one crazy weekend... one of those pen mishaps is even followed by a segment in PENCIL!! Glad you are enjoying this, and I hope my readers now understand just WHY this particular weekend is taking so long to flesh out from my notes of all the craziness that happened during that incredible period!

Chapter 10 – The Wind That Fills My Sails Rich’s swearing-in ceremony was conducted, fittingly, by the Chief Justice of the new Supreme Court which he had helped to bring into being. After the ceremony, which was televised, he spoke briefly to the nation, reminding all Alcantarans of the significant ceremonial and non-partisan role which the President played in ensuring continuity of their elected leadership, and pledging his continued support and advice to the Premier. Afterwards, though, Benita rolled her eyes as bit as she said, “Rich, did you really have to sound so much like a damned lawyer?” Rich just laughed, and fired back with, “Hah! You’re a fine one to talk!” As soon as Rich was sworn in as President, he realized that presiding over the final days of his dear friend Benita’s career was going to be a bittersweet privilege. They’d become so close to each other over all the years since doing that first court case together in Canada, and it felt strange indeed to realize that soon he would be going on in public life without her – at least for a few months. He watched the leadership campaign for the Social Democrats with considerable interest but took no active part since his new role demanded that he remain outside of party activity. The candidates were all young, up-and-coming people, all but one in their first terms as Members. Rich was pleased to see that all three had informed themselves about the issues and problems of the country and were able to answer tough questions in a knowledgeable way. The voting was conducted by an online ballot, and the party members selected Darren Alderford as the new leader. It was at this point that Rich decided to make a first break with traditional protocol and hold the ceremonial tendering of Benita’s resignation and consequent swearing-in of Darren as a public event. He wanted the people of Alcantara to see the process for themselves and be assured that everything was done in an orderly way, while also giving himself a chance to publicly thank Benita. The brief ceremony in the Assembly building’s rotunda being concluded, the event devolved into an open reception in which everyone attending had a chance to meet the old and new Premiers, and to thank Benita for her service. She’d always loved keeping personal contact with the voters, so this was a perfect way for her to end her political career. Darren also proved himself very much at ease in this type of informal public event. The next morning, Darren had a first meeting as Premier with Rich. The conversation flowed easily, with no sense of awkwardness, as Rich wanted the new Premier to feel free to approach him with any questions or concerns. At the same time, though, Rich had his own plan for the future, and it was at this meeting that he first described what he had in mind. Darren thought it was a great idea, and Rich subsequently plunged into writing a draft bill. As President, he couldn’t formally present such a bill, but he could pass it to the Premier who would bring it forward in the Assembly as a government bill. But first, Darren had to prepare for his first election as leader. After a short period of preparation and planning, he met formally with Rich to tender his government’s resignation and to advise that the election be held on the second Monday in September. Rich accepted the resignation and the advice of date, according to tradition, and the election campaign got underway. In this, of course, he played no part beyond publicly announcing the date of the election. A little over two months later, though, he was back in the rotunda to present the formal invitation to Darren to form a new government, and to conduct the official swearing-in ceremony of the new Cabinet, consisting of a good mix of familiar and new faces. Darren had found no difficulty in leading the party to its third consecutive majority government, and Rich was pleased to have a familiar face to work with during the months ahead. After the Wednesday morning ceremony, the traditional formal lunch for the cabinet was replaced with an afternoon pool party and barbecue dinner at Rich and Tommy’s house for the ministers and their significant others. The food was catered by Aquarius, the whole gathering was friendly and informal, and the guests gave their best impression of a group of rowdy teenagers on a weekend getaway. During the party, one of the younger cabinet members, Alvaro Ortega Valez, the new Minister of Justice, approached his predecessor. At first, Rich thought he might be seeking advice, which was entirely appropriate, but it turned out that Alvaro was angling for something completely different. “Mr. President.” “Please, Alvaro, call me Rich.” “Rich, then.” He dropped his voice to a lower pitch. “I hope it doesn’t bother you if I say that you and your husband are the hottest couple I’ve ever seen. I’d love to have a chance to get to know you both better. Much better, if you understand me.” Rich chuckled. “Right back at you, Alvaro. You’re certainly brave, to approach a senior officer of the state with that as your introduction.” “I had heard from a… friend… that you and your husband sometimes play around.” “Guessing game, then: name begins with ‘B’ or ‘M’.” Alvaro now laughed. “M.” Rich gave a mock sigh, winking at Alvaro as he did so. “I suppose you heard all the details.” “He gave me a very full description. It was… ‘hard’ to hear.” “I bet! Just go over and talk to Tommy yourself, he’s over there now.” Rich watched as Alvaro walked over to Tommy, enjoying the sight of the younger man’s caramel-coloured skin, so like his own, and the way that his tight ass twitched enticingly in his short swimming shorts. As he watched their conversation, Tommy seemed equally taken with the hot young cabinet minister. When Tommy glanced at Rich for a moment, Rich gave him a solemn wink and then grinned. In time, the guests began saying their thanks and heading off homeward, Darren and his wife being among the first to leave. Somehow, it just happened that Alvaro was the last one remaining, and Tommy was the one who told him to “stick around a bit longer if you like.” They nibbled at some more of the leftovers on the buffet, then poured themselves another glass of wine, and settled in the hot tub. It quickly became apparent that Alvaro was a man on a mission and not interested in wasting time with social niceties. It took him less than half a glass of wine to get a hand fastened onto each of the bulges on either side of him, after first getting Rich’s free hand sliding into the back of his shorts through the leg. As Rich’s hand caressed and squeezed his ass, Alvaro turned more and more attention to Tommy’s speedo, getting Tommy to sit up on the edge of the hot tub while he sucked on the bulging front of his tight suit, which bulged even bigger with each passing minute. By this time, Rich had begun sliding Alvaro’s shorts down off his butt, exposing a tantalizingly round and firm pair of cheeks. He then began sliding his hand into the crevice of Alvaro’s ass, teasing the hole as he kept massaging the firm glutes on either side of it. Alvaro moaned, Tommy followed suit, and Rich withdrew his hand, with a good deal of regret, and said, “It’s time to take this party inside, fellows. Bring the drinks.” Tommy had them all strip off their wet swimsuits in the bathroom, and then they headed into the bedroom with three proudly erect cocks leading the way. Once in bed, Alvaro quickly swallowed down Tommy’s cock while Rich dived deep into that enticing ass, lashing his tongue across Alvaro’s hole and making him moan even louder than he had done out at the hot tub. In a few more minutes, Tommy was up on his knees actively face-fucking Alvaro, while Rich had dug right inside that hole with his tongue and was now adding a couple of fingers for good measure. Alvaro gasped out, “What are you waiting for? Fuck me at both ends, guys!” Rich chuckled. “We’re polite. We were waiting for you to ask.” Alvaro groaned in agony. “Just get that cock into my ass and bang me, hard. I want to get spit-roasted!” Permission granted, Rich worked his way swiftly inside Alvaro’s experienced ass, which certainly knew how to relax and take a cock. Tommy continued his rhythmic driving into Alvaro’s throat. In just a minute or so, Alvaro pulled off Tommy’s cock to gasp out, “Shit! You’re going to fuck the cum out of me.” “Get back on there, and quit complaining,” Tommy barked. Interesting, Rich thought, I’ve never seen him taking such a dominant attitude with me, even when I bottomed. Rich redoubled his assault on Alvaro’s hole and, in a few more seconds, Alvaro cried aloud and exploded all over the bed. Rich said, sternly, “That’s our bed you’re messing up. Get down there and lick all that slime up off the duvet.” “Yes, sir,” Alvaro replied, and that set the tone for the evening. Neither Rich nor Tommy was used to playing these kind of dom-sub games, but they quickly got the drift of what Alvaro liked. Over the next hour or so, he got spanked, cock-slapped, ordered to lick feet and asses, and took a total of three loads in his ass – one from Rich, and two in quick succession from Tommy. Once again, Rich realized that this was turning Tommy on even more than it was for him – and he was definitely turned on. After Tommy pumped his two loads into Alvaro, and Alvaro came again from the frequent stroking of his prostate which was something Tommy specialized in when he was fucking, they all relaxed against the pillows with a final glass of wine. That’s when it occurred to Rich to ask a question. “So, tell me, Alvaro, if you like being a sub so much, how did you get on with Mikael? He’s only been an exclusive bottom every time I’ve been with him.” Alvaro gave a little laugh. “Actually, I ordered him to fuck me, just to torment him, and he was as surprised as I was to find out that he actually enjoyed it. He’s a changed man. Watch out the next time you see him.” “Thanks for the warning!” “Speaking of warnings – I think it’s only fair to tell you that I’m not always sub. I just wanted to play it that way tonight because you two are such a hot pair of daddies. I can be a lot more forceful when it suits me. Gabriel found that out the hard way.” “Daddies! Ugh!” Rich was clearly not amused, and Alvaro apologized. But Tommy was following up a different line of thought. “Gabriel?” “The new lifeguard at the pool. He told me that you two are down there doing laps several times a week. He’s got a definite case of the hots for both of you.” “Tell me about him,” Tommy urged. “Well, you wouldn’t see a lot with those big baggy tees and shorts they wear on the guard stand, but he’s actually pretty short – a couple of inches less than me. Has a great firm round ass and a thick seven-incher with a couple of really low-hanging balls. I’ve seen him once or twice when he was off duty, doing laps and then climbing out of the pool in his wet speedo. The bright orange suits they issue the guards go see-through when wet, and the guy’s a walking wet dream. Beautiful curly black hair, olive skin – looks more Italian than Latin American, and awesome big square shoulders – just the thing to grab onto when you’re fucking him. Age? I’d guess twenty or twenty-one, I know he’s in the university and I think he’s in third year. He thought he wanted to be top only, but I soon changed his mind for him. Look for him the next time you’re down there. Like I said, he’s really got a thing for you two.” “And you don’t?” Rich asked dryly. “Okay, I guess I was a bit forward, but who’d pass on a chance like that, especially after I got a good look at both of you out of your suit-tie-dress shirt business clothes. Say, what time is it?” Rich checked his phone. “Close to 11:30.” “I’d better get going.” “Why bother?” Tommy asked. “You can stay – as long as you promise no middle-of-the-night surprise attacks. I’ve got wall-to-wall meetings and appointments tomorrow and need my sleep.” Alvaro laughed. “I’ll try to control myself. I’ve got a busy morning too. You and I will have to get up quietly in the morning so we don’t disturb Mr. Semi-Retired’s extra-long beauty sleep.” Rich growled, “Oh, great, another smart-ass in the house with a quick tongue. It’s bad enough already with two of us here!” They all laughed and settled down to bed. Alvaro considerately moved over to the outside so Tommy and Rich could cuddle together as usual. But then he did slide in behind Tommy and draped an arm over him. Tommy didn’t protest, Rich rested his hand gently on Alvaro’s arm, and they all drifted off to sleep. In the morning, they were actually all awake early enough for another quick round before breakfast. This time, Alvaro helped himself to Rich’s ass and made his cock right at home there, blasting a huge load inside his host’s butt while Tommy licked and sucked his ass, driving him into that frenzied orgasm. They got up then, and Rich and Tommy waved Alvaro into the shower first. As he went, Alvaro looked meaningly at Tommy and said, “Next time, you’re taking it.” Tommy immediately put on a girlish, squealing voice and said, “Oooh, I’m so scared. Save me, save me from the horrible monster!” “I’ll save you, shweetheart.” Rich was giving an unusually bad Humphrey Bogart imitation and the others both made mock protests, with Tommy pushing his finger into his mouth. After breakfast, Alvaro thanked both of them. “You fellows are so awesome, not just to respond when I came on to you, but even letting me stay the night. And after throwing that wonderful party yesterday for all of us, too.” “Glad you enjoyed it,” Tommy said. “Just don’t think I’m going to be this nice all the time,” Rich threw in. Alvaro laughed. “You don’t fool me for a minute, Mr. President. Everyone around the Assembly and the government offices who knows you has been singing your praises, and they always mention how kind and considerate you are to everyone. Why else do you think so many people were so happy when you accepted the Presidency?” With that, he kissed both of them goodbye and headed out towards his own place to get some fresh clothes on before going to work. Rich looked at Tommy. “Was he serious or just laying it on thick?” Tommy smiled and said gently, “He was completely serious, Rich. I hear it all the time, too. Every day, someone is sure to tell me how lucky I am to be married to such a thoughtful man.” “You mean this, don’t you?” “One hundred and ten percent, Rich. And I always give the same response. ‘Yes, I am – very lucky. Thank you for reminding me.’ Rich, you’re always being so damn critical of yourself, so demanding, coming down so hard on yourself for not meeting some impossibly high standard of moral perfection. But there’s no such thing in life as a perfect person. What you are doing is setting by example a new and higher standard for all the people of this country, who admire you so much, to follow themselves. I’m just in awe at how lucky I am to be married to someone who comes so close to ultimate perfection.” Rich kissed him, with tears in his eyes. “That means so much more to me than I could possibly tell you, Tommy. But you’re wrong when you say there’s no such thing as a perfect person. There is. And I’m looking at him now.” “And you are for me too, Rich.” After a couple of minutes of serious kissing, Tommy suddenly remembered to glance at the time. “Shit, Rich, I’m going to be late. Could you possibly please call my office and let them know I’m on my way but got delayed a few minutes? Hopefully the University President won’t be too pissed off.” “Great. I can see the headlines now: “Interim President Moonlights as Messenger Boy.” They laughed, kissed again, and Tommy got on his way while Rich picked up his phone and speed-dialed the office number. After passing along Tommy’s message to his secretary, who laughed knowingly, Rich headed off at a more leisurely pace to his own office, where he sat down with Mikael to work patiently through a stack of pending files, letters, details of his schedule, and more. All the time, though, another part of his mind was busy with his new plan. After the backlog had been cleared, Rich turned his attention to the draft bill he was writing. After about two more months of intermittent writing, revising, and consultations with various experts whose brains he picked in an informal way (including, no surprise, Tommy), Rich had completed his draft legislation embodying his proposal. He arrived at work in the morning, fully prepared to call Darren’s office and set up a meeting. As he walked in, Mikael intercepted him and showed him a news update which had just come in. Again, the news app was showing the plain black screen. MADELAINE FLOWERS, WIFE OF DECEASED PRESIDENT DESMOND FLOWERS, HAS PASSED AWAY PEACEFULLY AT HILLWARD HALL AFTER A PROLONGED STRUGGLE WITH CANCER. “Come in, Mikael.” Once in the office, he put the phone on the “do-not-disturb” setting. The two men just looked at each other for a moment. Then Mikael spoke. “End of an era, isn’t it?” “Indeed.” “I don’t know if you’re aware, but she knew.” Rich thought back to his meeting with her after he assumed the interim Presidency. “Yes. She told me.” “What are you going to do if she left, I don’t know, maybe a memo or letter or some other document where she blew the whistle on him?” “I can see why you’d be worried about that, Mikael. But I don’t think she would. She told me that she didn’t want to trash his reputation -- or see anyone else do it.” It was ironic that his grand plan, which depended first and foremost on the availability of Hillward Hall and the park surrounding it, now had a clear road to go ahead right on the day when he finally felt the draft bill was ready. He hadn’t told Mikael anything about his idea yet, so he kept that thought to himself. That night, for the first time in months, Rich opened up his memoir in his home laptop and resumed writing. ******************** After the death of Desmond Flowers, I’d had an uncomfortable week or so of wondering whether Mikael had gone beyond what I’d asked of him, and actually figured out an imaginative way of offing the President. Then Mikael told me about the 4:00 am phone call he’d gotten from the latest young recruit we’d “interviewed.” The young guy (Grant, I think, was his name) was so upset that he’d barely been able to explain coherently that the President had died right on top of him while fucking him. He’d slid out from underneath the body, rolled the corpse over onto its back, pulled the sheets up, and then got dressed and got the hell out before phoning Mikael, who then called for the ambulance. During the lying in state, the procession, and the funeral, I’d caught Madelaine Flowers watching me with a considering eye. I figured right away that she knew all about the scheme, and I expected to hear from her – but when I did, a couple of months later, I got another surprise. The phone call asked me when I could come and see her. I told the nurse that I was free right then, if it was suitable, and she said it was. When I arrived, she was propped up in bed, looking wan and pale. I’m no doctor, but I could see death written all over her face. “Mr. President, please forgive me for receiving you in this undignified way.” I made a suitable reply, and then she came right to the point. “Mr. Dunnatore, I have found a few notes in my husband’s handwriting, hinting at his plan to blackmail you, with indications of a timeline which he planned to follow after that. I’d been aware for some time of his proclivities towards younger and younger men, but I had not previously realized that he had managed to get you and Mikael involved in his schemes – or anything of his larger plans.” I was too astonished to make any reply. “First of all, I want to tell you that I personally destroyed the notes by burning them. Our marriage had ended years before he died, in all but name, but I see no good to be achieved by any public disclosure of the less savoury sides of his personality.” I assured her that I agreed with her, and I explained my disposition of the video recordings and sworn depositions. I also told her about how I had informed Jonathan Ironwood of enough detail to keep him from going public, since he had no idea of anyone other than myself or Mikael being involved. She nodded, satisfied. Then she went on, choosing her words very carefully. “Mr. Dunnatore, I owe you a heartfelt apology. Like Desmond, I grew up in an older world where religion ruled and where people like you and your husband were the subject of scorn and derision. In the last few months, I’ve realized that I have been very wrong about you. It’s plain to me now that you and your husband are both fine gentlemen, the kind that in my youth we would have described as being “of good breeding” – by which we meant your manners and upbringing more even than your parentage. “I’m very grateful that you haven’t allowed my late husband’s distasteful activities to drive you out of public service, and even more that you have lent your time, talents, and knowledge to assume his position in the interim until a new election can be held for the position. When that day comes, I hope you will consider running for the position in your own right. I think there is no person in Alcantara today who is better suited to be the guiding elder and advisor that the Presidency requires.” “Thank you.” She paused for a moment, but I could see she had something more to say, and so I waited. “Mr. Dunnatore, I also want to thank you for suggesting that I be allowed to remain in Hillward Hall after you assumed the Presidency. That was a very kind-hearted thing to do. I said as much to Premier Caladesa when she told me that this was your wish, and she assured me that such consideration was very much a central part of the man you are. I greatly appreciate it. But now, I shall have to ask you to go, as I shall need to sleep again. Thank you for coming to see me.” It wasn’t in the official book of protocol, but she was such a courtly lady that it seemed entirely appropriate to take her hand in mine and bow my head over it in respect. When I did, she laughed. She actually laughed. “Aha, a Royalist! Goodbye, King Richard the First!” I’m sure her nurse wondered why she was still chuckling as I left her. A week later, she was gone. I went through the public ceremonials of her funeral in a very mixed state of mind, with one part of me wishing that I’d had more of a chance to get to know her as a person. In another week, I was going through another and much more personal struggle as I dealt with my mother’s passing, just a few weeks shy of her eightieth birthday. My office issued a simple public statement that I would be absent from public life for a week, that the funeral would be a small private one, and asking for respect and consideration from the public and the press. My mother’s support for me throughout my various career moves had been strong and unwavering, always. She had been immensely proud to stand in the forefront of the audience when I was sworn in as President and head of state. She told me that my father would have been proud too, but I had my doubts about that. I had no idea of the man he might have become in another thirty years of life, but he had gone to his premature grave still unable to accept the truth of my sexual orientation, although – to give him credit – he had tried. Tommy kept close to me whenever I asked him that week, and that was often. With my mother gone, he had become the sole anchor in my life. The funeral was an intimate one, held in the small chapel which my mother had attended. Besides Tommy and myself, there were Benita and Grigor, Bruno and Mikael (who were now a couple and would soon marry), a few of my mother’s closest friends, and my sister Chloe, who flew in from Canada with husband Allan and their sons, Chad and Andrew. The boys were now 16 and 14, and the last time I’d seen them had been when they’d been 9 and 7, so it was like meeting a pair of pleasant strangers. Both boys were polite and well-spoken with me, and I suspected that their father (who really was an ardent royalist) had primed them thoroughly on how to behave. It took a bit of time to break through that, but at last I got them used to calling me “Uncle” or “Rich.” When I asked them about future plans, Chad didn’t have any clear ideas as yet. But Andrew did. “Uncle Rich, when I’m ready for university, I want to go to Vancouver, just as you did.” I wondered if his words meant more than they said. After my time off for my mother’s funeral, I was able to set an appointment right away with Darren, to go over the draft legislation. He expressed himself pleased with the project and agreed to bring it to the Assembly shortly as a government bill. “When I do, I would like you to be there. I will move to suspend the rules so that you can be permitted to explain the proposal to the members yourself, in more everyday language.” In another couple of weeks, that was what happened. The Assembly voted unanimously to suspend the rules, and thus I found myself standing once more at the podium in front of the Speaker’s Chair, where I had never thought to stand again. “Madam Speaker, and Members of the Assembly. Thank you for permitting me to address you today. As the Premier has explained, the proposed text of this bill is mine, as is the concept behind it, although of course the right to accept, reject, or amend it remains exclusively yours. This bill contains my proposal for a project which I feel is both necessary and long overdue: the establishment of a National Museum for Alcantara.” In that speech, I outlined the concept of what were actually three separate museums, to be built and opened over a period of 10-12 years. The first, to be relocated in a completely redesigned and refurbished Hillward Hall, would be a Museum of History. The other two would be housed in purpose-built buildings on the Hillward Hall campus, which would still leave ample areas of trees and gardens between and around the museums. The second building would house a Museum of Land and Sea, covering the natural environments of our unique group of islands. The final museum to open would be a Museum of the Alcantaran People, documenting the extraordinary mixture of different cultures and ancestries which made Alcantara such a miniature United Nations of the Caribbean. For financing, the project would be funded one-third from the government, leaving two-thirds to be solicited from private and corporate donations. I was very pleased when the bill passed. Amendments were proposed and considered, some accepted, others rejected, as the proposal was closely studied. Although it seemed logical that I should be asked to sit on the Museums Board as it was constituted, I had to decline since it would create a conflict of interest. That involvement could wait for another day. But I remained excited about the Museum project as it unfolded, stage by stage, and kept in close touch with all the activity of building, renovating, and designing and preparing exhibits. Nobody, as far as I know, complained when Tommy was hired, with the consent of the University, as a consultant on the project. He won the contract on his own merits as a leading historical scholar, with no need for any extra push on my part. ******************** If there was one constant in Rich’s life, and Tommy’s life too, for that matter, it was the continued interest in and devotion to swimming as recreation and as exercise. As Rich neared sixty, he could still hold his own against almost any younger swimmer who wasn’t a serious elite-level trainee. What was even more important to him was that he could still hold his own (most days, anyway) against Tommy, who was almost ten years younger. He took good care not to say so, since Tommy remained firmly convinced that he was definitely in the lead and that it was no contest now, if indeed it ever had been. One afternoon, down at the big indoor aquatic facility near the waterfront, they were racing each other lap by lap, laughing a great deal at the way they had to take longer breathers after each lap than when they were young. But, as Rich pointed out, they were still showing their heels to many younger swimmers who were less dedicated. At the end of a butterfly lap, Rich noticed the lifeguard climbing down from his stand – and suddenly remembered what Alvaro had told them that night a month earlier. He nudged Tommy, tipped his head sideways towards the lifeguard, and then looked in time to see the whistle coming up to the guard’s mouth. He knew what that meant. Quitting time – the pool was closing. He snapped at Tommy, “One more freestyle,” and they plunged back in just as the lifeguard blew the whistle. Around them, they could see people scrambling out of the pool, but they held on to the end. They touched the wall in a dead heat, came up to breathe, and Rich had just time to snap, “And again!” as the whistle sounded a second time while they launched the return leg. As they came up to the wall this time, the lifeguard was standing right there over them, already blowing on his whistle as they came up for air. This time, they knew their luck had run out, and they hoisted themselves out of the pool. The lifeguard, short, compact, and muscular with curly dark hair and broad shoulders was plainly Gabriel, exactly as Alvaro had described him. He proceeded to chew them out for ignoring the whistle, but Rich innocently pretended that he hadn’t heard it. Gabriel wasn’t fooled for a minute. He knew exactly what game they were playing, and he was secretly thrilled to play along with them. His lecture lasted just long enough to let the other swimmers clear off the deck, while he sandblasted Rich with a spate of “Sir” and “Mr. President,” as he went up one side of the President and down the other, very, very respectfully, of course. By the time he stopped to draw breath, they were alone. He looked at them slyly, and said, “You know, a guy could get the impression that you actually wanted to talk to him.” Tommy replied, “Well, after you sent Alvaro to tell us all about you, what would you expect?” Gabriel chuckled. “Alvaro? I didn’t ask him to do anything. But he was right, I did want to meet you.” Rich came in then. “Well, now that you have, what else do you want?” “I want to grab you two, pull your suits off, and begin sucking and fucking right here and now, but of course I can’t. Have to lock up. So?” Tommy turned to Rich, “I think he’s angling for an invitation to our place.” Gabriel innocently replied, “I wouldn’t object.” Twenty minutes later, the party had reconvened in the hot tub. Gabriel was seated in between Rich and Tommy and had both his hands full while four eager hands were roaming all over his body. This hot young lifeguard wasn’t about to waste any time. Suddenly, he plunged his hands down under the water, bringing them back up with his speedo in hand and tossing it away. Then, he proceeded to pull down Rich’s suit, and right out there in the open, in the hot tub, sat down all the way on Rich’s rigid dick. “Wow!” Tommy said in awe. “You’re a fast operator, to be able to take him that quickly.” “When I saw you guys coming in, I went to the bathroom on my next work break, lubed myself up, and stuffed a butt plug up my ass. I’m more than ready.” With that, he began to ride Rich with great energy, while Rich warned Tommy to “keep an eye open for any drones.” They both laughed, Gabriel looked his question, and Rich just snapped, “I’ll tell you later. Concentrate on what you’re doing right now.” “Yes, sir.” Gabriel began riding him faster and faster, working his ass muscles around Rich’s cock, and soon groaned that he was going to cum. Rich pulled him up out of the tub and had him lean over the edge on his hands while Rich plunged back in. Tommy got under him, mouth open, ready to catch his load when it flew. Another minute, and everything happened at once. Rich slammed back into Gabriel’s ass and exploded, Gabriel’s cock contracted and fired a big wad right into Tommy’s mouth, and all three moaned aloud in near-perfect three-part harmony. Then all three of them flopped back into the hot tub, trying to catch their breaths. At last, Rich said reluctantly, “We’d better head back inside. Sooner or later, our luck is going to run out and someone will spot us.” Once they were in the bedroom, the fun resumed. This time, Gabriel wanted to plow Tommy, but Tommy wanted to do Rich. That sounded like a fuck train, and a fuck train was just what happened. After about five minutes of slow, easy fucking in that order, Tommy said, “Switch!” When the train reassembled. Tommy was now fucking Gabriel while Gabriel was buried inside Rich. After another ten minutes in this position, Gabriel yelled that he was going to cum again. This time, his load spurted inside Rich’s gripping ass while Tommy let it fly inside Gabriel’s cute firm fuckhole. Rich didn’t cum, but he hardly noticed as he was shortly enjoying the post-fuck cuddling with the hot young lifeguard so much. When Tommy dived right in and joined them in the pile of bodies, 1the cuddling suddenly got twenty times better, at least in Rich’s admittedly biased opinion. After a quick shower, Gabriel left with a kiss and a wink at 7:45 PM. Rich and Tommy were faced with the bleak prospect of a late dinner still to be prepared. Rich made an executive decision. “Fish sticks and coleslaw. Spice ‘em up with the sauce of your choice.” Ten minutes later, they sat down to eat, and Tommy suddenly laughed aloud. “A beautiful gourmet kitchen, one better than average amateur cook, one semi-pro chef, and we’re eating fish sticks out of the freezer.” Rich innocently replied, “I’m not a semi-pro chef, where did you get that idea from?” A moment later, a fast but loving hand gave him a sharp smack upside the head. Although it seemed like just a matter of a week here and a week there, it was almost 20 months after Rich had accepted the appointment as Interim President before Darren, the Premier, announced the date for the formal Presidential election. At that announcement, Rich realized that the time had come for him to wind down his activities. Mikael and the rest of his staff began planning final events, including one last pool party for the Assembly members and their families, a monumental event which proved an immense success. That party, again catered by Aquarius, took place a week before the deadline for nominations. By tradition, the names of candidates were formally announced all at once on the morning after the deadline. Early that morning, though, Darren gave Rich a slightly panicky phone call. The two men had long since become good friends as well as a smooth-working team, so there was nothing out of the ordinary about the call. It was the unnerved tone in Darren’s voice that made Rich sit up sharply over his coffee and breakfast. “Darren, what’s wrong?” “As you know, the deadline for the Presidential nominations was at midnight last night. And there are no candidates. None. Zip.” “What the hell is that all about?” Darren chose his words carefully. “I reached out informally this morning to a couple of likely prospects and got the same answer from both of them. They aren’t interested in running against you.” “But, Darren, I’m not running! It’s been clear from the start that this was only temporary for me. Hang on, is it okay if I cut Tommy in on this?” “Sure thing. Nothing especially confidential here.” Rich waved Tommy over and put the phone on speaker. After Darren and Tommy exchanged greetings, Rich said, “Darren, tell Tommy what you just told me.” Darren repeated his previous statements. Tommy whistled in surprise. Then he said to Rich, “So, what happens now?” Rich quickly replied, “Darren, just issue a statement that I am not running. Then push the deadline for nominations back a week and reopen the process. That should take care of it.” For the first time, a note of hesitation crept into Darren’s normally firm, assured voice. “Umm… it might not be quite that simple, Rich.” “What do you mean?” “The two people I talked to told me that there’s a petition going around on the quiet, collecting signatures of people asking you to run for the Presidency and continue the work you’re doing. They both signed it. There are dozens of pages of signatures already.” “You’re not serious. You can’t be.” “Solemn word of honour, Rich.” “Shit.” Rich couldn’t ever remember feeling this trapped since the day of his first meeting as a new Minister with Desmond Flowers. He turned and looked at Tommy, sure that his fear showed on his face. To his total astonishment, he saw in Tommy’s expression nothing but complete serenity and happiness. And it was Tommy who spoke next. “It’s okay, Darren, he’s going to do it.” “Tommy, I did not say that!” “I know, but you will. You’ll see.” Darren cut in. “That will be great. I’ll meet you in your office with the official papers in an hour. Oh, hang on, the other phone just pinged me.” After a momentary pause, he came back on. “The petitions have just been dropped off at my office. The staff are counting the signatures now. I have to get back up there, pronto. I came down to the Cabinet chamber so I wouldn’t be overheard. See you in an hour, Rich!” He clicked off. Rich turned to Tommy. “What the actual hell, Tommy???!!” Tommy sat down facing Rich, took his hands into his own, and patiently explained it. “Dear Rich, can you not see that the people of this country love you? So much. They love you so much, and they aren’t willing to lose you. Rich, for the last 21 months you’ve been going above and beyond the call of duty in so many ways. As you’ve done that, you’ve reshaped the whole government of this country without even trying. You’ve made it more open, more responsive, more accessible to people who need help, and you’ve done it all by setting the example. “You’re so highly respected that the younger Assembly members and their staffs look to you, to see how you handle tricky situations, and then model their behaviour on yours. How do I know that? Because several of them told me so at the big party last week. The admiration in their eyes was impossible to miss. Flowers wanted to remake this country as a dictatorship. You’ve taken it so far in the opposite direction that his kind of future is not only impossible now, but unthinkable.” “But why are you pushing me to continue? Isn’t that enough?” “Rich, it’s never enough. Not for our people and not for you. You’re still finding new ways to tweak your approaches to your job, and that’s a clear sign that your work isn’t done. The petition is another one. The people are telling you that your style, your leadership, is important, and needs to continue. And as long as I’ve known you and loved you, you have never given a job up half done or incomplete. I can’t see you being happy to do it for the first time now. You can certainly walk away if you choose, but that’s not who you are, and in six months you’ll be all miserable and down on yourself for abandoning your work.” “I don’t know, Tommy.” “Think about it while you’re getting dressed. I’ll buzz my office that I’m going to be a bit late, and then I’ll drive you downtown.” Half an hour later, they met at the door, with Tommy jingling the car keys. Rich put a hand out to stop him. “Tommy. I just want you to know that you were, as always, 100% right. And I need to thank you for explaining it all to me, so I could make the right choice myself.” They kissed each other lovingly, and then headed out into the serene, clear morning. At the Assembly building, Tommy stopped the car, and asked. “You’re sure, Rich?” “Yes. I’m sure now – thanks to you.” “Have a good day, Mr. President.” They kissed again, and Rich got out of the car and walked into the building. He wasn’t actually completely sure yet, but he would figure it out. Once into his office, he sat down with another cup of coffee and thought it all through again. Slowly, it dawned on him that Tommy had been right, that he loved the work he was doing, and wasn’t ready to give it up yet. Then why the fear, the hesitation? And then he understood at last. He was afraid to impose any more on Tommy. The man he loved had sacrificed so much of his time and efforts to advance Rich’s political career, and then gave up so much more in time and privacy once he’d been elected. Rich thought of so many things. He thought of days on the beach, evenings on the terrace, and nights of love, of meals at Aquarius and meals at home, of campaign rallies and stressful meetings, of the love given freely to him during that terrible week when he was writing his memoirs, and the complete acceptance of the whole sordid story of the interviews, of that magical night when the bill for civil marriage had passed, with all the love and praise and acceptance lavished on both of them by the people – their people. Last of all, he thought of breakfast that morning, and all the love Tommy had showed by his ready willingness to share Rich with the country. And at last, he had his answer. He would and could go on in this position, not so much because he wanted to go on (although he did), but because Tommy, who loved him so much, wanted him to continue. Just as he reached that conclusion, his secretary came in and announced, “Mr. President, the Premier is here.” “Thank you, Emilie. Good morning, Darren – again. Coffee?” “No thanks, I’ve had enough coffee for three normal mornings already.” He put down the stack of papers he was carrying on Rich’s desk. “Is that what I think it is?” “The petition. Yes. Preliminary count shows well over five thousand signatures.” “May I look?” “Of course.” Rich started browsing through the stack of papers. He noted familiar signatures, and others whose owners he knew but whose writing he had never seen. On the third page, two signatures jumped out at him: “Jonathan Ironwood” and, directly under it, “Marian Ironwood,” with a little smiley face and a heart after it. His neighbour. He shook his head in utter disbelief. This whole thing had become totally surreal. When he looked up, Darren was holding the nomination forms, and smiling at him. “Okay, Rich. Are you ready?” “I’m ready.” He filled in the form, signed and dated it, and handed it back to Darren, who witnessed it. Darren then dryly commented, “We don’t really need to fill in the page with 50 signatures of registered voters, do we?” Both men laughed. “Are you ready to go?” “Go where?” Rich looked puzzled. “Look at the time, Rich. It’s five to eleven. Time for the press conference and official announcement. We’ve moved it to the rotunda; there’s a determined audience of voters waiting to watch this one.” Five minutes later, the Premier stepped to the microphone, with Rich standing in the background. Rich looked over the larger-than-usual throng of journalists, many with cameras raised to record the moment. He scanned the audience, which looked like well over two hundred people. Then, at the back of the crowd, he spotted Tommy. He smiled, and Tommy smiled back, giving him a two thumbs up salute. Darren spoke. “Good morning, and welcome to our press conference. The major news today is, as all of you know, the announcement of the nominees for the Presidential election. May I have the envelope, please?” The wisecrack drew laughs. “There is, in fact, only one nominee. The next President of Alcantara is therefore chosen by acclamation. May I be the first to extend congratulations to… Richard Dunnatore!” A storm of cheering erupted, as Darren first shook Rich’s hand, then hugged him fiercely. Returning to the microphone, Darren gestured for quiet. “As many of you know, there has been a petition circulating, asking Mr. Dunnatore to continue in this position. It was delivered to my office this morning, and I have it here with me. There are over five thousand signatures. Honestly, Rich, it’s enough to make a Premier jealous!” There was another huge laugh as he held the petition papers up, riffling the sheets for the cameras to see. “But that’s enough from me. I know you really want to hear from the man of the hour himself.” He stepped back, gesturing to Rich to take up the microphone. “Thank you, all. I’m sorry to say, I don’t have my acceptance speech prepared. Up until I learned about the petition, just a couple of hours ago, I wasn’t planning on running. I trust you will all forgive the Premier for bending the rules by getting me to sign the official nomination form this morning.” The laughter that followed gave him a chance to catch Tommy’s eye again. “I know that many of you will want to thank me for changing my mind, and I appreciate your gratitude very much. But I want to redirect your thanks, if you will allow me, to the man who really deserves your acclamation for persuading me, for making me see that I could and should continue as President of this wonderful country. He’s hiding in the back of the crowd over there, and I’m sure you all know who I mean.” As the cameras all swivelled around on cue, the audience immediately began chanting, “Tom-my! Tom-my! Tom-my! Tom-my!” while the people closest to him pointed him out. Seeing himself trapped, Tommy shook his head, with a rueful smile, and made his way through the crowd to the podium, where he stepped up and stood beside Rich. Rich put his arm around Tommy’s waist and they both waved to the cheering crowd. Then Rich turned to Tommy and kissed him, while Darren thumped them both on the shoulders, with the sound of the cheering washing over them like the waves on the beach at Bahía de la Paz. Epilogue Obituary from The Alcantara Daily Sun Monday, March 20, 2051 Richard Anthony Dunnatore, former President of Alcantara and Founder of the Alcantara National Museums, passed away on Sunday of natural causes. He was 84 years old. Dunnatore was born in Toronto, Canada, on October 17, 1967. His father, Robert Dunnatore, was a noted Canadian businessman and financier. His mother, Lucinda Perez Ortega, was born in Alcantara. From boyhood through his teenage years, he was an elite swimmer, and he maintained his interest in swimming, remaining in practice throughout his life. He was educated in Vancouver and Toronto, in political science and law, and was admitted to the bar in 1995. After practising law in Toronto for a number of years, and after qualifying for Alcantaran citizenship, he relocated to Alcantara and settled in Portavedra with his life partner and husband, Dr. Tomoyoshi “Tommy” Takahashi. Dunnatore was responsible for opening the Alcantaran office of a major Canadian law firm in which he was a senior partner. In 2009, he decided to enter politics, winning election as a member of the Legislative Assembly, and was appointed to the Cabinet as Minister of Justice in the administration of Premier Benita Caladesa. As a legislator and minister, he was responsible for passage of the laws creating the Supreme Court of Alcantara and the system of small claims courts. His most famous achievement, and the one of which he was proudest, was the passage of his private member’s bill creating the institution of civil marriage open to all. Rich and Tommy, as they were universally known, became the first same-sex couple to wed under this legislation in 2013, marrying in a home ceremony. Upon the death of former President Desmond Flowers, Dunnatore agreed to defer his planned retirement from public service to serve as Interim President. In this role, he won such broad public support and acclaim that he decided against retiring at that time, won election to the position in 2021, and continued to serve as President for a further fifteen years. During his years as President, he advised on the implementation of his idea for the creation of three national museums for the country. After stepping down from the Presidency in 2036, he became the Chairman of the Museums Board and led several fund-raising campaigns, himself making sizable donations to the cost of each of the three museums. In his honour, the new building housing the third museum, the National Museum of Alcantara’s People, was named Dunnatore Hall. Beyond his work on the Museums Board, his vast knowledge, shrewd advice, and sage counsel was sought and valued by a whole generation of Alcantaran leaders and legislators. Mourned by the people of his adopted country as a wise and compassionate statesman and leader, Dunnatore is survived and especially missed by his beloved Tommy, by his sister Chloe (Allan), and nephews Chad (Alicia) and Andrew (Markus). The casket will be available for public viewing and paying of respects in the rotunda of the Legislative Assembly building on Wednesday and Thursday, March 22 and 23, from 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM each day. Dunnatore’s casket will be moved in public procession from the Assembly to Dunnatore Hall on Friday morning at 9:30 AM. The state funeral will be held at 11:00 AM on Friday, March 24, in the atrium of Dunnatore Hall. The official tribute to Mr. Dunnatore will be delivered by President Mikael Groening. March 24 has been declared as a National Day of Mourning and a public holiday. Afterword by the Author This biographic tale should really be considered a double memoir, since I played such a significant role in Rich’s life, as he did in mine. I chose to cast it as a narrative story, mainly so that my voice wouldn’t unduly dominate the life story of the man I loved so dearly. The passages from Rich’s memoir, written mainly at the time of the Flowers crisis, I have mostly quoted verbatim. For the Flowers crisis, which amazingly has remained largely hidden from public view, I have a small confession to make. After Rich’s death, I opened the sealed envelope (which he had directed should be destroyed) and read the sworn depositions. Some of the material in the depositions I retroactively incorporated into his memoir. I did this because it was important to me that his role in this series of events should not be misconstrued when it finally did come to light, as it surely would at some time in the future. I’m sure Rich would forgive me for ignoring his stated wishes. We always did forgive each other. Although Rich sometimes teased me about writing his life story, and I always said I couldn’t and wouldn’t do it, I was actually planning and working on it at intervals throughout our life together. My contribution is rooted in my memories, in numerous notes and journals which I wrote during our years together, and in a few pieces of creative fiction in which I’ve indulged for certain private moments when I was not present. His death in 2051 left an aching hole in my life and in my heart. I miss him so much. As I always tried to be for him, so he truly was for me – the wind that filled my sails. Tomoyoshi “Tommy” Takahashi, Ph.D. Portavedra, Alcantara March 2055 Editor’s Note Professor Takahashi’s manuscript was placed by him in a sealed envelope and given to the Museum, with instructions that it not be opened until fifty years after his death, which occurred on November 17, 2061. The envelope was opened in March of 2112, and the contents are here published for the first time. Due to its historic interest, this uniquely personal portrait of a leading figure in Alcantara’s history is here presented exactly as its author wrote it. Even the slight errors of fact and obvious mistakes in dates and the like have been left uncorrected, as have the explicitly sexual passages, out of respect for the author and for his subject.

So, I’ve been very slutty for a long time now. Oddly I’ve never had sex with a trucker until now. I went on grindr after a couple hookups with regular Tops. I messaged a profile that I didn’t recognize as any locals. He messaged back with cock pic and said I’m traveling can only host in his truck. I’m always easy, I’ll suck and fuck just about anywhere. He sent a pic of the truck and I drove to him. Felt nervous, but eager. He was a handsome kinda fit middle aged black man. I got in and we climbed to the bed, he already had his cock out so I went sucked it deep for a minute and he pulled away telling me to sit on it. I did as told and took every inch (8-9 inches). He said my ass was so soft and said I must be a whore. I always say Yes sir when I’m taking dick. After a few minutes riding he pushed me off, stood up, and forced me to bend over and slam fucked me as hard as he could until unloading balls deep in my hole. He stayed inside me and laying on my back whispering Slut, Fag, Whore, dirty talk, into my ear. He pulled his pants back on and I left the truck. Now I’m back Home waiting on another guy from Grindr.

I have yet to meet any man that was “Too Big”

These are reasons I appreciate the neutral ground of a bathhouse where I am responsible only for me. I’ve had plenty of things stolen from hookups, it’s annoying AF. I’m not going to say I’m not above tweaking but when I’m high I want continuous and engaged fucking. I don’t want to waste my time wrangling the other guy I’m trying to get in me.

Alone with his lover, MJ said, "I love being made love with, having daddy Matt's viral cock taking my cherry and buried deep in my ass, kissing me. When we first planned this, I couldn't imagine how it would change our lives. That dildo will need to be returned as it never gave me the pleasure of a real cock!" "Two nasty QUEER minds thinking alike!" TJ said with a chuckle. "Sharing this with you makes me more in love with you. Having our dads make love with us is amazing and part of me wishes we can get the viral flu quicker, so daddy Matt and you can make love with me." At the warehouse club, finding themselves alone in an empty aisle, Ty gave Matt's butt a gentle squeeze. "When we first met, I never would've dreamed our lives would turn out this way. Here we are, more in love than ever, with 2 QUEER sons in love with each other! Life's fuckin great!" "Great is you giving me new reasons to fall in love with you!" Matt replied. "When we take the young men for their ink, I'll be wanting a pic of you over my heart, after all, you've been there since our first night. Fuck, I'm deeper in love with you by the minute!" To be continued

Chapter VII The day finally arrived. Not only would we offer Jeff to Bacchus but Luis as well. The sky was clear and once dusk came, the moon appeared as luminous as ever. There was also a change in both of our mood. Victor and I felt more energized and focused. Since the gentlemen were scheduled to be by midnight, Victor and I had ample of time to fuck each other, incessantly edging without a single drop of precum. When one of us felt as if we were about to climax, one of us would pull down the other's balls. We knew that we had to save our seed for Luis. We chose to conduct the ritual in the master bedroom, where we would have a better view of the sky. The windows and balcony door set open to allow the evening wind cool us. The sling was readjusted to face the bed, so that both gentlemen could take a glimpse of the other getting rammed by us. More candles were lit this time and Victor revealed a chest filled with quartz, crystals and some antique pendants. They were strategically placed around the room to encourage a sort of 'flow' as Victor puts it. Hemp ropes were placed at each bed pillar and for the sling, platinum chains that hooked onto high grade buffalo leather straps. A necessary upgrade for a sacred event. Luis and Jeff both came on time. They had introduced each other while waiting for us to open the door and they seemed to get along well. Though it was obvious that Jeff did most of the talking with Luis nodding in yeahs. Victor and I were dressed in a black priest robe made of silk. The rope that was tied around the waist had a ruby marble ball on each end. Underneath, we were bare naked. I had a silver buttplug in me while Victor chose a leather studded cockring. The first thing that Luis said when the door open was "Wow.." Jeff, "Nice.." "Welcome, gentlemen. We are very grateful that you both are here tonight. Never did I see my love Drew here being dedicated to the true God. Though it's just us 4, I must say that the progress made has been quick, given that I found the faith 3 years ago. Drew was the first person who I revealed my faith to and by chance and the blessing of the true god of pleasure, I found a purpose that I had to attend to. So thank you." Victor was always good with his words. As we climbed up stairs, I informed both men that it was expected if something out of the ordinary happened. Power outage, fallen objects or just a weird hunch. I had to remind them that the aura of that night is no like other. Jeff tried to keep a straight face but Luis listened still. Only after we entered the room did Jeff begin to understand what I meant. When Jeff stepped into the room, he felt as if a wave had swept his consciousness. His expression immediately got serious. "Now I see..." Somehow, his eyes seemed to be brighter than the rest of us. Perhaps our seed is starting to awaken him. Though none of us had started smoking, we started to experience a strange erotic sensation that heightened our senses. Without a word, each of us knew what we were supposed to do next. Luis looked at Victor and threw himself on the bed while Jeff winked at me as he got on to the sling. The only noise we made were quiet moans of approval and purrs when we touched each other. Both men were now strapped at the limbs, tight but comfortable. Victor was now kneeled at the end of the bed, facing Luis, caressing his body and pinching his nipple. His back faced mine as I stood in front of Jeff, gaze unbroken. The silence was finally broken when Victor began to proclaim, lifting both arms. Like before, his voice sounded deep, distorted but in harmony. "Tonight, we offer not just one, but two mortals for you, Bacchus. We give you a pair to prove our devotion to you, our willingness to sacrifice ourself to you so that we seek the true pleasure that you promise. The seed of my tribe will flow through these new devotees and as we grow in numbers, we will strengthen our devotion to you. Our faith is unbroken and we fully pledge ourselves to you, Dionysus. We beg you to bless us and accept our offerings tonight." It was now 1 AM. As Victor ended his proclamation, the wind flowing into the room was now stronger and the air was cold and thin. The room also got brighter from the candle's light turning more intense. With only the sound of the leaves rustling and the drapes dangling, we were quiet once again. Victor and I took out our pipes and shotgunned our new followers. Jeff's ass was as smooth as ever, but I know that my goal tonight was to inseminate him accordingly. It had to follow what the faith would demand. The way I fucked Jeff that night was slower than usual, and I could see how devoted Jeff now was with the way he looked at me. Just through nods we could understand each other. It was as if we were telepathic. At intervals, I pinched both his nipples and unlike before, he didn't let out a single cry. My head was also close to his, with me arching toward him, penetrating myself into him deeper. We were sweating and as we made out, I tasted the swear on his upper lip. I was surprised at my endurance. My pace was consistent and I never took a break. Even with T I would be tired but that night, I could tell that something took over me. Jeff too. All of us. Jeff's gyration was in sync with my thrust and the mild moans we released did no justice to how we felt. The gaze we had was pure devotion. Our fuck served as a vessel to gain the rewards and pleasure that were promised. A sacred lust that many would consider heresy. As for Victor, he had more work than me since Luis was going to receive the seed for the first time. He had his PA on tonight, and he was determined to give Luis a little booty bump. They were already experiencing religious ecstasy. The T was just an enhancement to it. After all, it was excess pleasure that proves one's devotion to Dionysus. The more elevated one can be, the closer they would reach Him. Luis' expression now changed. He was smirking in a sort of mischievous way. His eyes wider than ever. Looking at Victor from below, with their reflection behind, Luis finally released his inhibitions. "Bacchus, I surrender myself to you though my new leader, my maker. Victor" Victor nodded and got down to peck him, praising him as he fondled Luis' exposed body. As usual, Victor hovered his lips across his body, leaving pecks and licks on his sensitive parts, electrifying Luis. He rimmed Luis' hole in circles, pushing his tongue in and never missing a moment to taste his insides. His fingers then entered, going in and out with more of the T lube and the only noise that can be heard was the moan Luis was making, coupled with short breathes. Victor maintained strict focus in fingering Luis, glancing with envy at him. A believer's first sacrifice is one of the most precious form of pleasure there is. It is as close as one could get to being touched by Bacchus. Satisfied with his hole, Victor now lifted his legs on to his shoulder after loosening the ropes that kept him still. With both his palms holding the twink ass, he took his time to knead them, scratching both sides with his nails. With less than an inch away from his hole, Victor started to tease his cock, resting the PA around his hole. The coolness from the metal made Luis flinched and caused himself to pant more. He then widened his legs to clamp himself onto Victor, who accepted the embrace without getting his cock closer. The look of desperation that Luis made while being silent in his glossy innocent eyes gave Victor a spiritual high, a sort of bravado that certified his role to lead his devotees. Soon, that innocence in Luis would be wiped off. He will be liberated like the rest of them. What Luis was experiencing went beyond his expectation. He thought he would only be pozzed, and they would just smoke while speaking in gibberish Latin. Nothing came close. The way he felt, acted and responded were different. He knew he was conscious, but it felt as if he was now being influenced, or dictated by something supernatural. He wasn't the only one experiencing this. Everyone else too seemed to be in a sort of frenzy. Since they entered the room, barely anyone spoke. The ritual they were performing was synchronous to their hidden desire. The full moon had unlocked and released the debauchery they were in and they were enjoying every second that passed. As Victor pushed himself forward, Luis' opened his mouth in awe of how huge Victor's girth was. His insides widened and he moved himself towards Victor, showing how receptive he was to letting Victor in him. His hole was still tight, even after the foreplay and Victor was almost stuck at first when the head of his cock entered. With little mercy, Victor knew he had to force himself. In a single move, he readjusted Luis' legs on to him and quickly pulled himself in. There were no screams but a few drop of tears did formed in Luis. Immediately after, the pain subsided to satisfaction, with his insides now taking the full shaft. Once there was no spasm in his hole, Victor started to thrust into Luis, legs rested on both shoulders and ass wide for full comfort. Both Victor and Drew were penetrating at similar paces. The moment they were both at the exact same pace, a new wave of energy began to crept into the room. The movements they were making were in sync, close to being mechanical. It was also at this point did they realize that they were going to reach climax soon. They had spent almost 5 hours in the room. No one could keep track of how. long they were fucking. The wind got stronger, lifting the drapes and shutting the door. The candles glowed brighter and brighter. Luis looked up and saw what Drew had seen before. The ram got bigger and started to animate itself, creeping out of the wall to get closer to Luis. Victor, not missing a beat, also witnessed the ram and his head now tilted forward, as if the sky was calling him. Staring into the ram, Luis heard a voice.. "Your devotion to Him, your submission to Him, do you fully mean it?" In his mind, Luis was affirmative. "This decision is final and irreversible. Do you yield to Him?" Again, Luis agreed. At that moment, Victor couldn't hold himself any longer. Neither did Drew. They both came at the same time. The wind swept in again and the candle was no longer lit. With only the moonlight, they saw themselves glistening. It was as if they were rejuvenated. Both Jeff and Luis felt as if their hole was on fire, but strangely it cooled within minutes. In typical pig fashion, Drew ate his cum out of Jeff to feed to Luis while Victor fed his to Jeff. Dawn began and with the sky gradually turning itself blue, the men could now sense that they were now back to where they were. The mood got casual and they were now speaking freely. Before, it wasn't as if they were incapable of speech, it was as if they knew that speech was unnecessary. Their devotion required full focus and attention towards one another. Evidently, something did affect their behaviour. That something can also be said to solidify their faith. 2 weeks later, Luis and Jeff moved in. Luis kept his look like before as he wouldn't say that he had been reborn, but enlightened. Jeff on the other hand found his true self. He was still packing, chest broad and physique built as always. Though he now kept his hair in a bun and spotted a mid length scorpion above his navel, with its sting trailing down to his crotch. Victor had also convinced him to get some jacobs ladder. It would be a waste to not decorate his fat cock. It was also time that Jeff would start scouting and eventually top more, further justifying the piercing. Additionally, since that night, fortune started to favour these modern heathens. Wealth appeared in the form of scratch cards, stocks and sudden wills that the men were in possess of. For Victor, business was booming exponentially. Drew would never work a day in his life after playing with stocks. Jeff always won when he gambled and Luis, well Luis managed to make bank in publishing his studies on the occult. Like all things, the moment of prosperity that occurred was temporary. Only Victor could tell when a new offer was needed. He would either have vivid dreams of speaking to a minotaur or signs that were considered as bad omen would appear. He still could recall how after Drew had been with him for about a few months, a black raven flew itself into the house, breaking a window. Its blood shimmered, similar to the kind of glow he would see during his rituals. He was lucky to find Drew as most of the work went to him. Drew had made charts and documents that would help him procure more followers. He has also theorized that maybe if they found someone who had already been religious and is a devout follower of a certain faith, then the appeasement that would come from it would be even greater since it would take more than just convincing or influencing someone to abandon their faith in exchange for another that puts pleasure as the highest form of attainment. He had to find a closeted Christian, or a Mormon. Anyone that was spiritual by default. If he could get someone who spent most of their lives being faithful to a certain belief to replace their faith with the kind of belief that he worshipped, then he can truly exert real power.

PART 2 It wasn’t a long walk to his place. The sweat was dripping off me in the heat, and I was feeling a bit light headed between the heat and beers. I was relieved when we got to his place, climbing the steps to the third floor apartment in the old house. “I hope you have A/C,” I said. “I hope you like fans.” It was a small, older apartment. We walked in through the small kitchen. There was an old stove, and a table with two chairs. I noted there were some medication bottles sitting on the table. I could see part of the couch through the doorway into the living room. The air was pretty thick and stuffy. Henry went and turned on a couple fans while I just stood in the doorway between the kitchen and living rooms. Henry disappeared into the bedroom; I could hear a fan click on and some rustling. He came back out naked, his hefty cock semi-hard and swinging as he walked. “It’s a lot cooler without clothes.” I still only had my shorts on, and he got those off of me quickly. My eyes were fixed on his cock, which was getting harder by the second. I wrapped my hand beneath it, feeling the weight. It was growing longer, moderately thick at the base and tapering to a narrower head. “It’s good for working its way into tight spaces,” he grinned. I thought he would start playing with my cock, which had become totally hard on its own; instead, he reached back and ran his hand down the small of my back and between my ass cheeks. The sweat rolling down my back had slicked the route he followed down to my hole. I gasped as he pressed a finger right into my hole. It was rough and shocking, but sent this electrical jolt up into my body. “Seems college boys like their holes played with,” he grinned, then leaned in and started making out with me. His fingers kept massaging around my hole while one slipped in and out. The sweat wasn’t enough to make it slippery inside, but there was something hot about being roughly fingered — standing naked in this guy’s darkened living room. I groaned as he manhandled my ass for a couple minutes. Finally he reached up, wrapped his other hand around my head, and pushed me down toward his cock. “You have work to do before you earn my cock in that ass of yours.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, wearing only my flip flops. I love sucking dick, and I couldn’t resist getting to work on it. The shaft was already long and stiff, and it took me several attempts to ease it into the back of my throat. I gagged a bit as I tried to negotiate it deeper. Henry moaned softly. “That’s it, college boy. Deep throat that cock.” He rested on hand on the back of my head, coaxing me but not forcing. He was letting me do the work while he reaped the rewards of my cock worshipping. I was getting more turned on as I worked his cock, feeling the semi-hardon become rock solid in my mouth. It was hard to swallow the entire length, but I took a couple breaths, relaxed my throat, and slowly engulfed the whole shaft. Henry still didn’t push me.. I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk. My cock flexed with excitement. “Talented boy,” he said softly, almost reverently. He stroked my hair, still not pushing. I slowly backed off his engorged cock and looked up. There was pride on my face followed by a bit of a goofy grin as he sighed in pleasure. Without being asked, I descended onto his cock again, letting it slide past my tonsils and into my throat. Holding it there a moment, unable to do anything more. I felt saliva pooling and started to choke, so I pulled off quickly. “Get up on the couch, turn around so your ass is facing me. I want to eat that ass.” I knelt on the couch, my legs spread and chest against the back cushions. It felt hot offering up my ass that way, him kneeling behind me on the floor at the edge of the couch. I felt his hands massaging my ass; despite the heat in the apartment, his hands felt cool against my skin, and he started to gently blow on my hole. The sensation sent tingles through me again. I whimpered softly as he tantalized my hole. No one had ever played with it like this. Suddenly I felt a hot, wet sensation glazing my hole. I moaned, “ Fuck … that’s amazing….” “Like your ass eaten, do you?” He returned his tongue to my hungry hole. My body squirmed a little, the sensations coursing through me were so intense. He slapped my ass, shocking me and I yelped. “Look at this college boy!” He spread my ass apart and dove deeper into my hole with his tongue. His thumbs massaging the muscle surrounding my hole while his tongue probed me. “Oh fuck….” I whispered, overcome with the sensations. I’d never had my ass played with like this before. “Look at that…” he said as my ass convulsed, my hole naturally pulsing for him to see. “Someone’s ass is begging to be bred. Is that what it wants, college boy?” The word ‘bred’ struck me as odd on some level. I expected to hear ‘you wanna get fucked’ since my other hookups had said it. But he seemed to mean something else. A voice inside me wanted to ask about it, but it was last in intense sensations the assplay was bringing. “This ass is beautiful. Your hole is so pink. And so fucking tight, It doesn’t get used much, does it, college boy?” “No,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and inexperienced. Did he think I was bad at this? Was Jared better at bottoming. I hadn’t bottomed much, and it had usually felt very clunky. Henry was doing it very different, and my ass felt amazing. Suddenly I was afraid he would stop. I turned to try and look behind me. He was still kneeling at the edge of the couch. His cock was standing straight up, even without him touching it. Deep down I felt a primal urge — a desperate need for that cock. “I want to get bred,” I said quickly, mimicking the word he’d used earlier. His face split with an intense grin, and his cock bounced up and down, twitching with excitement. “Do you now? I’m gonna make that happen for you. But first we need to loosen up that hole. He stood up, his long cock pointing straight out toward my ass. I thought he was going to start fucking me then, which made me tense with anxiety. “Stay right there,” he said, and instead of fucking me he disappeared into the bedroom. I felt awkward and strange, kneeling on the couch with my ass sticking out. I’d been fucked on all fours a couple times, but this felt very different. Kneeling here, my ass exposed, waiting ….. I couldn’t hear much over the whirring fans in both rooms. A minute later he returned with some small objects in each hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. “FUCK!” He growled, “That is one hot ass!” His comment made me feel even more awkward; no one had ever talked like this before …. Talking at me, rather than with me. I felt more like an object than a partner. He knelt down behind me again, setting the objects down out of my eye sight. There heard a series of quick, short squeaks, then a smooth, cool liquid was being spread on pink my hole. His other hand reached under me and began glazing my hardon with the same liquid. My head snapped backward and I moaned. “That’s it, college boy. Just enjoy it. I’m gonna make you feel sooooo good. You’re gonna give me this ass, and I’m gonna give you something special in return.” His fingers began to probe my hole again. It was different than the rough fingering before; the lube he was spreading inside me made the prowling smooth. He worked his fingers deeper into me than he’d been so far. I felt the sharp pain of my hole being stretched, and I think I grimaced. “You’re fine,” he said calmly into my ear. “Just relax. Relax those muscles, college boy. It’s time to give in to the gift.” “Yes, sir” I moaned, suddenly thinking of the line I’d heard in a few porn videos. I’d never said it before during sex, but it seemed somehow right in the moment. The intense feelings were overwhelming, and I pushed my own face into the rough fabric of the couch. I couldn’t help but groan and his fingers probed me deeper, stretching my hole, all while he massaged my cock. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I begged. “Oh, that’s a long ways off, college boy. You have to satisfy my cock before you get to cum.” His fingers left my hole and I gasped at the relief. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. The mix of the beers, muggy heat, and intense pleasure left my muscles feeling drained and weak all of a sudden. I kind of slumped over on the couch, needing to stretch my leg muscles. He grinned at me as I rolled onto my back. He pulled me forward a bit, so my ass what at the edge of the cushion. It was an awkward position because my upper body was half folded on itself, my lower back against the seat cushion, while my shoulders were pressed upright against the back of the couch. He was doing something out of sight beneath me, his eyes toward the floor. Then he looked up at my hole and pressed something cool and firm inside me. I winced, but he didn’t stop. There was a wired buzzing sound, and a vibration starting pulsing through my ass and up into my body. It was such a foreign feeling and I didn’t know what to make of it. “This’ll finish loosening you up, college boy.” He stood up, hovering over me. My body was oddly splayed on the couch, and I felt both awkward and powerless in the moment. My face was contorted with the mix of pleasure of weirdness pulsing inside me, my warms out to the sides, and my legs half holding themselves in the air. “You’re fucking hot,” he said. “I love seeing a college boy like this.” He reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to a standing position.My legs felt wobbly, and my balance was off. He pulled me tight against him for stability, then kissed me deeply. He looked me in the eye. “I can see how confused you are. You want this so badly, but part of you is afraid because you’ve never let go like this. And you aren’t sure what is coming next, but deep down you know what is coming next and you really, REALLY want it. You’ve been told all these years you’re not supposed to want this. You’re supposed to play safe like a good, clean college boy. But the fact is you are a dirty slut and desperately want what you’re not supposed to have.” He looked at me intensely. “Isn’t that right, college boy? You want this?” I was silent. Conflicted. Everything he’d said was true. I wasn’t supposed to want this. I should grab my clothes and go. I was afraid because this guy was going to break all the rules. That’s what Jared had tried to tell me but couldn’t — Henry broke all the rules. He’d used Jared, broken his rules, and now he was going to do the same to me. The good boy in me wanted to run, but I was powerless to because I desperately wanted this. “Let’s get you into the bedroom where we have more room.” [If you’re enjoying the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to keep inspiring the story.]

Yes. It arises most often in places where closeted guys hang out. Bookstores for sure. Also sites that cater to anonymity like sniffies or doublelist. Yes. I've used a similar line when it's been appropriate. And I've also explained why that is. Maybe he gets turned on by getting bred by poz guys? Seems to be a fairly common fetish. Here's my approach to this question: When I first was coming out of the closet, waaaaaay back more than 30 years ago (back when being poz meant you were gonna die horribly), I was very fortunate to run into a guy who helped me overcome my trepidation about coming out. Back then, I wouldn't even walk through the local gayborhood for fear that some random passerby might see me and think I was gay. We actually met online, believe it or not (if you ain't ever used vi to compose an email, elm to send it, news to catch up on things, and irc to chat, then you're an internet n00b. Also, get off my lawn.) He took me out to dinner at a restaurant in the ghetto, then took me across the street to my first gay bar, then took me to his place for sex. Afterwards I told him, "Well, if there was any doubt in my mind that I was gay, you've completely dispelled it." And he also talked to me about HIV, how to protect myself, etc. In short, he did his best to help me along with coming out as an empowered and informed homo. I only saw him one more time after that. Can't remember much of anything about him really, except how kind and patient and caring he was with me. But I'm grateful for him to this very day. So I always try to play that role for others when the opportunity presents itself. I remember how scared I was back then, of other people finding out, of how my life would change, and yes, of dying. As soon as I made the connection in my head and "came out" to myself as gay, one of my first follow-on thoughts was that there was no way I'd ever live to see 30. This guy showed me that that didn't have to be the case. So I try to do the same for others who are just beginning to explore their sexuality. Very often, they don't know where to find answers, or even what questions to ask. Even in this day and age. There are times I don't want to. I get tired of being confronted with HIV stigma yet again. There have been times where my response to some guy rejecting me on sniffies because I'm poz has been to go on a bit of an educational rant in the public advertising area and work out my frustration that way. Do I have to? Yes, I think I do. I think we all have the obligation to care for each other. To help take that fear away. To help empower our fellow faggots. To show our peers that, you know what? Maybe your family is shit and your "friends" are homophobes and your neighborhood sucks, but here, in our community, I am going to look out for you and show you how to look out for yourself and most important of all, respect and love and care for you for who you are. That's the gay community I want to live in. Slutty and demented and nasty and piggy but also caring and respectful. So that's who I try to be.

Jake knew he had this hot little wrestler right were he wanted him. Jake also knew this first fuck was going to hurt the boy's cunt like hell. He grabbed a sock and poured his poppers on it and forced it over the boy's nose and mouth and ordered him to breathe deep. " Boy you better do as I say or I will beat your ass first before I fuck it". The boy believed him and was complying. Jake felt the boy go partially limp under him and Jake readied his next step. He pulled a loaded rig out of the dresser drawer which was right next to a box of Trojans. Jake smirked when he saw those and remembered he had bought them years ago and they were still unopened. Jake rolled the blissed out boy onto his back and tied off his arm. The boy's veins popped up prominently and Jake expertly inserted the needle, registered the flash and plunged the boy into a new level of consciousness. He pulled the strap off and rolled his new boy back onto his belly as his boy's eyes popped open and he started coughing. Jake put pressure on the boy's neck and using his knees, spread his prey's legs apart. The boy immediately started thrashing and talking gibberish. Jake took aim on the virgin cunt, lined his fat pierced cock and thrust forward breeching the boy's tight fuck hole. The boy was instantly blinded by white hot pain. He bucked and thrashed trying to throw Jake off but Jake had the advantage on him. He managed to only get about half way in so he bit down on the boy's neck. The boy seemed surprised by that and Jake thrust forward again. The pain that the boy was feeling wasn't like anything else he ever felt. He was screaming and crying and Jake kept thrusting until he was fully buried into his new boycunt. Jake just rested for a minute to let the boy get used to the stretch and the boy could feel Jake's cock twitch inside him. The boy went a bit limp again, overwhelmed by all the different sensations he was experiencing. He was high on poppers, riding a wave from his slam, and having the deep pain from just having his virginity stolen. Jake knew as tight as this boy's hole was, he would have to start slow or he would blow his first nut way too soon. Jake started to pull out just a bit before pushing back in and hitting the boy's second ring. Jake didn't want to breach it just yet. He pulled out about half way and felt his large gauge Prince Albert drag across the boy's prostate. The boy reacted like he had just touched an electric fence. He gently kept this up for a few minutes, the boy's groans of pain changed slightly to more like gasps. He could definitely feel a change in the boy. He wasn't fighting him anymore and was even pushing back to meet his thrusts. Jake pulled his boy up and he was straddling Jake now. Jake looked into the boy's eyes and his pupils we're as big as saucers. Jake commanded the boy to sit back onto his cock and make him feel good. The boy did but seemed a bit hesitant to go very fast. He had gotten about two inches inside when Jake put both hands on the boy's shoulders and pulled down as he thrust up. He was again stopped by the second ring. Jake smiled a devilish smile and let the boy ride him at his pace for a minute. Jake pulled down hard on the boy and felt himself break his second barrier. The boy went rigid at this new deeper pain. Jake pushed the boy back and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. Jake started to rabbit fuck the boy's tender hole now and he felt the cunt get a bit looser from a combination of his precum, the boy's ass juices and probably blood. Jake could see the boy's cock was semi hard now. Probably couldn't get hard from the Tina he pumped into the boy but the boy's cock was of little concern to Jake. The boy seemed to be adjusting to his first fuck and was moaning and meeting his strokes. Jake asked the boy if he was enjoying his breeding. The boy couldn't really say anything that sounded like words. Spit was dribbling out of the corner of the boy's mouth. His mouth was open so Jake dropped a big spit of his Copenhagen spit into the boy's mouth and ordered him to swallow. The boy did, barely aware. Jake felt his big furry nuts draw up and he knew he was close to blowing his first nut into the kid. Jake slapped the boy's face and asked the boy if he was ready for his first seeding. The boy didn't seem to understand so Jake slapped him again and repeated the question. This time the boy nodded his head in the affirmative. Jake wrapped his arms around the boy, pulled his body close to his, thrust down deep and his whole body shook as he emptied his nearly one week load deep into the boy's guts. The boy felt Jake's load painting his insides and he lost his own nut shooting all over Jake's hairy chest. It took a few minutes for Jake to recover from one of the most powerful orgasms he had in awhile. He plopped out of the sloppy bloody hole he had just deflowered and said " Boy you done made a mess and now you got to clean it up".

Chapter I I was never the wild kind. I knew when to say no and never drank more than necessary. The gym was my sanctuary and I would always play safe when I hook up, especially since I'm a total bottom. I was in my comfort zone, being 28 in Toronto, working in a startup developing mobile apps with a good surrounding. My health was great, my relationships were good and I believed that because I played by the rules, I would be rewarded sufficiently. It all changed though when I met Victor. Was it fate? Or chance? I always thought that if I wasn't stood up by the guy my colleague tried to set me up with at Woody's, I would've had a regular life now, ready to live in the suburbs with a clean shaven man I would call my husband. But no, it seemed as if my date was caught in traffic and had to rain check. Alone I sat by the bar, sipping my third gin and tonic for the night. I should leave soon, even if it's a Friday night. The bartender then handed me a glass of what I suppose was rum and coke, and informed me that it came from the man at other end of bar. With the excess lights and music, it was difficult for me to make him out that I had to tilt my head like a curious ostrich. When I saw him, it was too late to hide in the sand. He stood up and segued towards me. He had to be at least 6'1. Not too muscular, but fit nevertheless. With a black oversized tanktop, his biceps were defined, larger than average and his veins were popping. His pecs were also exposed, with his nipples showing at certain angles. Both sleeves had tribal tattoos in different colors. Under his nose was an 80s pornstache, and his head had a curly sort of mullet. He must've been at least in his late 50s, but he wouldn't look a day past 40. With the lights flickering across his face as he approached me, I could see how sharp his gaze was at me. He was also wearing a pair of leather chaps, jeans exposed by the crotch. He had a septum piercing, and was wearing a dogtag with a biohazard ring. What could it mean? "Hi, mind if I take this seat?" I said sure... stuttering a bit as I pulled the chair next to me. "Thanks for the drink, kinda need it." "Yeah, rough day?" "Not really, just got stood up. Rarely happens tho but my work mate isn't really best match maker" "Ah I see. Well, it comes and go. On the bright side, you get to meet me instead. I'm Victor." "Nice to meet you, I'm Drew. How long have you been staring there?" I questioned, trying to be a bit flirty since I might as well take the chance now. "Well, since you got in. Such a cute ass you have there. You got to tell me where you got those pants. And these too.." He started to touch my left ear and grazed his fingers on the piercings I had, smiling with his eyes locked on me. "Thanks, haha." I tried to reciprocate by bringing my stool closer to his and placed my right hand on his lap. His hand was now on my shoulder. We continued to break the ice and spent almost an hour talking, with him covering the tab and keeping the drinks coming. From my understanding, Victor is a video artist who lives off a hefty commission. He spent his early 20s in New York and only came back to Canada a few years ago. I was pretty captivated that I too was sharing a lot bout myself and was strangely attracted to him even though I don't go for older guys. Especially with his style. It was edgy, industrial and nothing close to the cookie cutter ivy league boys I'd go for. Perhaps it was his candor and demeanour that made got my attention. He doesn't speak as fast as most guys do, his voice lacked the usual anxious filled hesitancy. It was still effeminate, but full of confident. The stories he told me bout his endeavours were fascinating and we didn't break eye contact the entire time. "I don't know if this is your style, but do you want to get out of here? I don't live too far." Usually, I'm a prude and only kept fucking on the 3rd date. But given that I was stood up and another man showed up, and the alcohol had made me not overthink as much, I agreed. I thought maybe it's one of those nights where I'll let loose a bit and have those moments you say no regrets. And not an ounce of regret did I have since I met Victor that night. We walked to his place, about 10 minutes away. Hidden in a quiet alley was a townhouse. I didn't expect him to be this wealthy, I thought. We held hands during the entire time. His palm was callous, and his fingernails were sharp, manicured like a piranha's teeth. Probably part of his whole style. I don't know why but I was turned on by it. We head to the kitchen where he suggested that we should freshen up. "I know we've drank quite a bit, but I don't want to cut this time we're spending too soon and head to bed. Do you want to have more fun?" "What do you mean?" The right door of the fridge was pulled open and Victor took out some capsules with a bottle of gatorade. He grabbed 2 highball glasses from underneath the counter cabinet and placed it between us. "This is kinda of a fun drink. It's not alcoholic, but it does make us feel more at ease." In my mind, I was telling myself how I was always against drugs. With an distant cousin that never made it out of rehab due to heroin, the tales I hear from my parents kept me on a straight edge path. Even the occasional joints were something I would only participate in if everyone was in. "Don't worry, Victor. It isn't dangerous or anything. It's just a drink called G. I promise you'll be fine." I smiled at him and nodded. With a gulp, I drank a kind of liquid that tasted sharp like metals, forcing a deep gulp that took more than just courage. "See? Not too bad right?" Victor then approached closer to my face and pecked me. This was our first kiss. I returned the kiss and both our hands were now held on each other's face. With a short glance, we embraced again and made out. After about 5-10 minutes of continuous caress, I started to feel a bit lighter and a bit lethargic, but I was still conscious. Victor then asked if I would want to join him upstairs in his room or just hang where we were. Was it that obvious that I was a prude to him? I couldn't help but blush with how Victor was treating me. He acknowledged how inexperienced I was but respected it. "Yeah, show me your room." We climbed 2 floors up and opposite of the hallway was a double door. It opened to a room that was huge and luxurious. King sized poster bed, with black linen sheets. A few large candles stacked on both sides of the end tables and above the headboard was a large preserved head of a ram, horns protruding in a curl, pointed to the pillows. There was also an antique chandelier hung in the middle of the room, with one side of the wall covered in armoires that were dark oak. The floor was velvet maroon and it was obvious how Victorian and gothic his room was. Nothing short of a work of art though. I looked around the room and found myself captivated by the decor of memorabilia. There was also a large wooden X hung opposite of the armoire. It's as if someone was supposed to be placed in it, with limbs attached. There was also a mid sized marble statue of what seem like a minotaur under the chandelier, acting as a centrepiece for the bedroom. "Neat, huh? These are all the treasures I've found over the years.. vintaged, given, passed down, all very unique and possess a certain kind of energy, if you believe in those kinds of things" "Cool, it must have taken a lot of effort to do this. It's remarkable." I was still gliding around the room, observing the details and furnitures I would never have imagined. The drink I had was also still in effect and I couldn't help but to lean on Victor's chest a as he guided me around with him behind me. I also started to feel his bulge brushing my ass starting to get bigger. My suspicions were right bout the wooden X as Victor explained how it's used to punish and incite pleasure on those who got on it. "Maybe one day you get to get on it" He whispered in my ears as he brushed my waist and arched his head down for a kiss. I yielded and allowed myself to be engulfed in his embrace, once again. This time, it felt much better with the drink's effect. We continued to make out and approached the velvet ottoman that was in front of the bed. Victor stopped us and we sat on it. He ended our kiss and formed that devilish grin he had when we first saw each other. "Do you smoke weed, Drew?" "Sometimes, but I don't really like it. Makes you feel slow." "Yeah, I agree. Do you want to feel fast instead?" "What do you mean?" Victor unlocked the ottoman that was also a chest to take out a wooden box where there was a glass pipe, a torch and tiny bags of what seemed like coarse, unprocessed salt. "This is T, another thing we can do if you don't want the fun to end. All you got to do is just smoke it a bit and let go of yourself.." I was now hesitating a bit, but I couldn't say no as I was curious to where this night will lead me. Any suggestions Victor proposed couldn't be bad, I rationalized and so far, I am having one of the best times I've ever had. "I'll teach you okay, and don't worry, you're safe with me." He lit the pipe with the torch after placing some of the substance from the bag and began inhaling. Without any warning, he grabbed my head and pushed his tongue into me while exhaling, and I couldn't help but to breathe in and take the smoke. "Just let go of yourself Drew, let go of yourself to me.." Victor made a few more inhalation and exchanged it with me and I made sure that I was going to let go of myself to him. In an instance, I began trembling and felt more excited than usual. It was as if the drink I had had now counterbalanced what I smoked. I had never physically felt this good before. My eyes started to dilate and my heart began to race. My focus on Victor was more prominent, and his more intense on me. We starred at each other and made out on the bed. I lost track of how many times Victor lit the pipe but every time he did, he made sure he shared it with me. My body really did feel lose now, and the sensation I felt from Victor's touch and caress was electrifying. Victor took off his tanktop and his chaps, with only his jeans. His body was also tattooed and on his navel was an inverted pentagram in circle. He then took all my clothes off, leaving only my nylon green jock that said PUMP. "Cute pair, Drew. Want to try something better?" We jolted from the bed and walked to the armoire where once opened, the shelves revealed different kinds of jocks in different materials. "You've done a lot for me tonight Victor, and I'm really grateful for everything. You can choose what you want me to be in." The excitement from the smoke made me very vulnerable and more submissive than I would admit. A leather jock was what he chose and a studded choker collar was placed around my neck. The left door of the armoire was opened to reveal a full mirror which I saw myself in. My ass looked better in this jock, more structured with better shape. The collar was the perfect touch. Next, Victor put on a leather harness on himself and it was now I realized both his nippled were pierced. This turned me on completely but my cock was still limp. As a matter of fact, I haven't gotten hard since we smoked. I guess it is better that I'm wearing a jockstrap. "Now, are you ready to really have fun, Drew?" I could only nod and say Fuck yes.

I’m a STRAIGHT student in my first year of Uni’ my only problem in life was I am broke, sitting in my room one evening watching porn (as any self-respecting 18 year old does) thinking about how I could make some money a pop up hit the screen showing a guy on a web cam show mmm there’s an idea, how hard could it be show off my blonde slim young body and get paid!!! at 130 lbs 5ft6 with not an ounce of fat, sporting a 8 inch uncut cock and heavy balls, I thought I was bound to be a hit, perfect plan. It was really easy to set up my account all I had to do was unload a profile picture, confirm my status, easy Virgin, sexuality very straight done, location Brighton UK. The site confirmed I would get paid for private shows. Ok time to go live with my cam’ once online I quickly got a message for a PVT show from user Brighton123 and I hit accept. Brighton123 was straight to the point with Hey Sexy strip for me. I removed my tee shirt and started playing with my showing my hairless slim toned body, tiny waist and six pack, he messaged back nice sexy so take the rest off, I removed my jeans and turned round to show my sweet little bubble butt, turning back round to show the outline of my hard throbbing meat under my briefs, come on sexy show me that sexy butt so I pulled my briefs down and cupped my butt cheeks in my hands, damn that’s might fine the message came back, I’d love to fuck your butt, I’m not gay sorry. No problem sexy just bend over and show me your ring I am the paying customer, so I bent over and exposed my ring to the cam, perfect the message came back. Now wank for me and cum over your chest so I laid down showing Brighton123 my hole, heavy balls and hard 8 inch cock, soon enough my balls started to hardened as the cum realised from my sack and worked its way up my throbbing cock exploding out of the head releasing at least 7 large shots of cum over my chest, nice now eat it, the message came so I licked up the salty cum licking my lips. Brighton123 then messaged me saying if your not gay why are you doing this? I replied I am desperate for the money, oh that a shame you’ll get jack shit on this site, look me up on BreedingZone and message me if you want to make some real money. Okay I replied and he signed out. I checked my cam account and was in credit by £3.82 damn that’s no good. Logging out of the cam I was angry all that for 3 quid that’s BS I thought, after a short while I had created a BZ account and looked up Brighton123 the picture showed a really fit guy in his forties with a massive cock and low hanging balls, the head of this cock was purple and so big, why was I getting hard? Why was I turned on? I’m straight! The next picture was of him shooting a load on the hole of a slim mixed race twink damn it was hot. Any way I decided to message him to find out about his offer, soon enough he messaged back to cut a long story short it ending up with him sending an Uber over to pick me up as I was local. I arrived as I pressed the doorbell my stomach was in knots, soon enough the door opened and this stud of a man welcomed me in introducing himself as Jay. We sat in Jays kitchen drinking a beer, then Jay said so you want to make some real money? Yes, easy reply. Jay explained that he runs a successful private gay sex business and could earn anything up to £1k depending on what I was prepared to do, he explained that a top fucking gets 30% of the take the bottom 70%. I was really confused here I was being offered good money for gay sex. Jay said no pressure just think about it, he also said he was putting on a show with a twink that night and that I was welcome to watch or take part. Jay said “look sign these agency release forms, no pressure just in case you want to take me up on my offer”. Mistake I signed without reading, Jay basically owned me as I would later find out and that I could not refuse any load and that the only release from the contract was his choice. My head was still spinning when the door opening and this sweet mixed race twink came in (the one for the BZ picture, I was sure) who’s this the sexy twink said Jay said I don’t know his name but he seems interested in being with us tonight for the show. Awesome the sexy twink said as he went straight to Jay and kissed him, then to my surprise he came over and started kissing me I was in shock but so hard at the same time he reached round and cupped my but cheeks and said damn sexy. Jay said come on stop he is cock is tenting his trackies, was I gay really!!! Jay said to Max the twinks name go get me cleaned up and I was taken into a bathroom, really strange it had chains hanging from the ceiling, Max started kissing me and before I knew it I had wrist cuffs on both arms and was attached to the chains. Max stood back and shouted to Jay that I was ready, ready for what I thought. Jay came in with a Camara on a tripod and said lets get started and spoke into the mic’ “Pigs a special night show tonight, we have a new twink a straight Virgin and he’s going to be breed tonight by both Max and I, with High Viral load unmedicated POZ cum, please welcome are new fresh cumdump, if any one wants to come round and breed him your welcome you know the fees, POZ cum only, he is getting gifted tonight Pigs” Max get his clothes off now and Max stripped me as I swore at them both, to which Jay said “Dumb fuck Uni boy read before you sign your life is mine now” Max shave the fucker, Max picked up the clippers and shaved all the hair from my head, grade zero. Jay the looked at me and said “nice, clean” he then asked me if I wanted Max to use the clipper on the rest of my body hair, to which I said NO fuck off. Great answer Piggy Jay said, Max get the hair removal cream and be sure to coat him good. Max came back and soon enough I was coated with the hair removal cream with extra on my cock, balls and hole, it was cold from the fridge but that didn’t last long for fifteen long long minutes my body was on fire and I cannot describe the pain in my nut sack it so intense. As I was screaming, Jay was looking at his Laptop and counting the number of pigs that wanted to breed me, 15 POZ fuckers so far, come on guys we need more, text your mates get them round he said into the Mic’. After 15 minutes Max turned on the shower above my head and the hair removal cream washed off leaving me as naked and hairless and smooth as the day I was born. Look at him now pigs Max said the count is 35 now, fuck your fucked, fucked, fucked Max said as he read out one of the messages into the Mic’ Aids Fucker is coming, he is full blown now and med’ resistant .😊 Max and Jay stripped off their clothes and I was greeted with the sight of Jay’s huge cock, Max’s cock looked as long, but Jay’s was so thick like a beer can. Max had a silver cock ring and ball stretcher with nipple piercings. Max get the dumb fuck set up. Okay said Max. He came over and pulled my legs apart and clamped them in chains, then got a ball stretcher and yanked down hard on my sack, I screamed whilst he attached the ball stretcher, then a thick silver cock ring was slide over and my cock and balls where extended and throbbing red, at which point he surprised by fully sucking me cock down his throat pulling my foreskin back over the engorged purple head of my cock, it felt so good my cock throbbed and throbbed as he worked his throat around my cock, I wanted to cum and my ball were busting but the ball stretcher was preventing any release. Jay said good work Max he passed on cumming for this dumb fuck, now do his nipples, Max took a needle and pieced both nipples the pain was immense as he fitted rings with a chain between then adding weights to pull at my nipples. Okay good work Max, lets get that Negative cumdump down and into the basement, chains where attached to my wrist cuffs and then to my ankle cuffs as he released me. I was walked down into this basement with all kinds of stuff hanging from the walls, slings, benches whip’s and huge dildo’s everywhere. Cameras and mirrors everywhere to capture all angles. Jay said to Max get him in the stocks I was bent over arms and head secured in the stocks, at which point I said please Sir don’t do this, Jay laughed and said it’s your fate, if you only read before you signed the contract both you and Max have that in common Cumdump. Jay pulled my legs apart and secured them in place. Jay then spoke into the Mic’s “look at that small pink hairless Virgin rosebud it will never be the same after tonight, it will bleed, be flooded with POZ cum, fucked and fisted remorselessly. We are going to take a break now, back in 30 minutes with our guests for the breeding, especially looking forward the Aids Fucker destroying his life. Part 2 the Breeding Only if you want pigs?

I'm still trying to figure out the lack of versatility issue. A lot of guys have mentioned they don't top, since once they cum they are pretty much done with sex for the day. Personally I can cum multiple times in the same day, and will happily bottom even if I can't get it up again. In fact I find few things more enjoyable than breeding a guy and then flipping over and letting him breed me. More often than not breeding and then getting bred immediately there after gets me hard and looking for another hole to bred. Where I have the most issues performing is if I'm at a sex club with a decent size crowd and nobody is fucking, after an hour of that (or sometimes less) I completely lose the ability to get it up and top. The only way I seem to be able to recover is to either get fucked really well or if I see another couple (or group) have a really good fuck (short, gentle tentative fucks are rarely enough to break the frustration).

I’ve been to many darkrooms, indeed the cruise club I go to every week has a couple, but last night I had some variations on the usual dark room theme. It was the local bathhouse’s monthly orgy night where all the rooms are locked open, lights are dimmed and guys only get tiny towels to carry. It’s also the night under 26 get cheap entry so a lot of young guys. Always attracts more than a hundred guys and although condoms are provided it’s all bareback. Anyway many of the rooms are essentially dark rooms unless someone turns on the light which happens only occasionally. A lot of groping, fucking and getting crushed up against a mass of naked guys. I topped and bottomed many times and took three loads. In one really dark room I went in and bent over on a bed, I’m pretty sure there were a couple of other guys there but couldn’t make them out. I heard a guy walking past on a corridor say to he friend ‘oh hey, there’s an ass for you’. Soon I found fingers and a rock hard cock exploring my hole and then a really hard fuck for ages until he had to take a break - I never saw who it was. A minute later, on my back now, a young guy took his turn and came in my hole. Later I went to the steam room, fairly large and usually quiet. I’d never seen it like this night really crowded and with next to no light and steam much like a dark room with behaviour modified accordingly ie much sucking and fucking. I took a couple of nice cocks up my ass and with the lube washed off I think the previous loads were the main lubricant. Sweet.

I’ve been to several - as volunteer, stallion and mare. Loved all three roles. Absolutely LOVE getting bred anonymously. Love breeding and having my choice of holes to sample. Love helping the stallions and the mares get their needs met (and being invited to join them after). I highly recommend the event!

I love being filmed being fucked. I've done a number of clips of me fucking, but they're normally not that good. There's a couple fairly recently done close up as part of a massage session, where the masseur ended up fucking and breeding me. At some point hopefully I'll manage a really long, proper fetish session (i.e. hooded so I can't be identified) which shows all of the action.

My handsome Brazilian buddy met me at my boat when he finished work. We motored out to the middle of our large bay, stripped down and got to work on each other's cocks with our mouths. He was positioned in a way that his ass began to wink at me. I've been doing more topping this year than usual so I moved down to tounge fuck him. When I started to shove my raw cock in (1st time I've fucked him) he winced and said it had been a long time. He complained I was too big. I took it slow and encouraged him to breathe deep. Soon I was balls deep and his moans made it clear he was loving the ride. I was just in my perfect fuck groove with the very earliest signs of an approaching orgasm when he pulled off, turned me around and entered me. He has a nice 7 inch average thickness cock with a pointy head. A year had passed since he'd been in me, it was great to have his familiar pounding going on and in a surprisingly short time he was unloading deep inside me. I attempted to reciprocate but it was clearly going to take a long time. Does this happen to others if they edge close but back off? Soon he was back in me fucking his load in deep. It was then time to clean up so we jumped naked into the cool crisp bay. I enjoy the cool water. He was quickly climbing the ladder complaining of the cold. I hope we don't have to wait until next summer to do this again. Even if we do, he and his breeding are worth the wait.

When a guy fucks the cum out of me handsfree I can continue. It's my preferred way of cumming anyway. But don't touch my cock! I may be done when a guy jerks me off when fucking me. Not always but it happens.

Yeah, I keep all those loads inside me unless the top wants me to push it back out for him. He either gets off on seeing his load, or he pushes itback in or he licks it up and sometimes gives me another! I am a receptacle/hole to take that load. It's my prize.

We are still waiting for part 2, maybe we can persuade him so if others write something like they wanted to remain negative. I just start (this is an automatic translation from German): Interesting, he not only wanted to stay monogamous, he also wanted to stay negative. So he had two "successes" that he actually didn't want. (Are there still many who say that they would rather have remained negative?) Are there any others who tell in detail that they would have preferred to have remained negative? I found this Threads: Barebacking and Actually Staying Neg? With many answers. Finally: "BB and Still Neg" Many wrote they want to become Poz (And then everyone pinches - I would also pinch, but I would risk unconsciously. Rarely write negatives who did not want to be infected, how did it happen? That is also interesting. Many think when they are active (like me), they won't be infected. A man lives near me. We both have the same fetish. This is very painful and makes him and me super cool. He enjoys it. Few wanted this fetish. I advise everyone: don't do that. It is only something for hard, active and joyful men. Two young inexperienced men want to be deflowered by him. You leave him painfully horny beforehand. There was no talk about Poz. But he should have done that. He did not expect how it is. And how did it come about?

I used to go once or twice a week to Slammers in Fort Lauderdale. An apologetic fuck club for horny dudes. I often posted up in the darkroom lubed and wide open waiting for as many cocks as I could get to breed me. I was quite well liked if I must say so myself Several nights I took 10 -12 hard cocks pounding my juicy hole. That was my record, until....one night I was all dressed up in my leather chaps, leather jock and the obligatory 'bottom' hat. I started in the very public sling. I slid myself in and hooked my boots in the stirrups and very quickly a crowd formed. 6, 7, 8 hard cocks surrounded my. I was jerking and sucking them with an immense hunger! Then I saw a big, handsome muscular black man push through the crowd with an enormous hard cock! Had to be 10" minimum! He looked at me, pumped some lube on his hand and slathered it on his cock before he slid it inside me and pounded me for what seemed like an hour. I saw his eyes roll back and felt his cock spasm as he shot his creamy load inside my ass. He pulled out and three more big cocked black guys and a hot Latino boy took turns mercilessly pounding my ass and seeding my hungry ass. When the crowd died down around the sling I made my way into the dark room and immediately started getting pawed. A strong, sweaty man grabbed my hips and forced me over the table in the room and stuck his fat cock in me before I even got my elbows down to bend. He fucked me like he was hate fucking his worst enemy AND I FUCKING LOVED IT!!! I was moaning and crying out for it harder and deeper when his load filled me up! I took 16 more total loads that night! FUCKING YUMMY!

Part 56 - A Final Royal Dalliance Tom and Mateo sat by the waters edge deep in conversation, somehow Tom already knew their antics would be coming to an end soon so this was their chance to make the most of their raunchy sessions. Hannes made no secret that if his relationship with Mateo progressed he wanted them to exclusive. Tom was also acutely aware that he had to put all his effort in to Gareth, after all he had heard from Asa that Gareth was a handful in bed. It was the more outdoor type of guy that Gareth was that really captured Tom, well he was a farmer boy at heart and he loved the rugged edginess about Gareth, aside from his apparent very ripped body and blond hair. Alex and Max wandered over curious as to what the two of them were so deep in conversation about, they were happy for Mateo but also worried knowing how sexually involved Tom was with him. Liam called over as the butler approached to collect their things now the sun was setting. They all piled back to the royal suite for dinner without having to shower, it certainly made a change from all the normal formality. The seven of them chilled out, relaxed and just enjoying themselves for once. Artem was finding the whole experience eye opening, being around so many people in love was surfacing a deep hearted secret and desire. Ever since that kiss with Alex, where he lied through his teeth, he was never in the head space to accept or contemplate men. He had come to understand that maybe there was a hint of him being bisexual and seeing them all happy was leaving him out. It certainly hadn't disgusted him kissing Alex, but he was a prince and he was more of stickler for Royal Protocol than Liam was. Matters had not been helped seeing Franco waver over this ballet dancer, there was a merest hint of jealously since they had become very good friends. Subtle things like enjoying it when Franco put his arm around him when they walked and talked or swam together. Right now he didn't know what to do about it, instead he took a back seat and just enjoyed their friendship and keeping him at arms length, more for his own protection than anything. Franco, Liam and Artem decided to go and watch the live music in the main bar, naturally giving strict instructions that Alex and Max were to stay in the suite and telling Tom and Mateo they were in charge of the wellbeing. Alex laughed and Max was no better, but the stern look they got from Liam and Franco, who was becoming a chip off the Liam block, told them they were not joking. Liam went to the bar and ordered some drinks and whilst waiting he turned looking around the bar. He smiled noticing how Franco and Artem sat there having an animated discussion, there was a certain sparkle in Franco's eyes that watched every move Artem made. Smiling he turned back to the barman and picked up the bottles of beer. Tom returned to the balcony and seeing the three of them off "Now what?" he asked sitting down. "Want some more wine?" Max asked waving the bottle at Tom, "Nah, would rather have you!" he said. Alex chuckled and sat forward "Mateo, how about it?" he asked, "Your last bit of sex with us?". Mateo stood looking impatiently at Alex "Come on" he said holding his hand out. There was very little formality with the four of them piling in to bedroom of Alex and Max, even during the short journey from the balcony to the bed they were all pent up, flirting and fondling outrageously. Swapping around and now Tom grabbed Alex and kissed him deeply moving him backwards until his knees buckled hitting the edge of the bed and falling back, Tom instantly on top pinning his arms above his head and continuing to kiss him. Max receiving an onslaught from Mateo relinquished any protesting as he knew that once he was in the mood he was the one who would be playing bottom first. Tom had stripped Alex naked and stood in the middle of the room enjoying a more sensual kiss as their hands roamed over each others bodies, Tom let out a loving sigh, his hands glided across the prince's smooth skin reaching down and grabbing the firm arse cheeks in caressing moves. Alex's hand was massaging Tom's balls quickly bringing him to an even harder erection, Tom moaned and quickly moved his hands up to Alex's shoulders pushing him down on to his knees. Tenderly Alex ran his tongue over the head and down the shaft of his cock causing it to bounce several times in anticipation, his tongue reaching the base then circled underneath as he kissed the succulent balls one by one, gently sucking on them and moving his tongue along the underneath of the shaft back to the head where again he licked it over before his lips closed around. Tom let out deep moan 'Oh fuck yes' he said through his moaning as Alex slipped deeper increasing the pressure of his sucking and closing his mouth around the cock. Normally by now Tom would have forced the guys head deep and throat fucked him but he was entranced with the technical work being done on his cock, that and he was a prince. It was subtle at first then grew as Alex tasted the tinge of saltiness telling him that Tom was already producing precum, his hands held firmly on to Tom's arse cheeks and he could feel the trembling in his legs. Alex kissed the head of his cock and stood up taking hold of it he guided Tom over to the bed where they both climbed on and resumed their kissing, hands wandering all over each other caressing and stroking, Alex moved his head down to Tom's left nipple where he sucked and bit softly and moving Tom on to his back. Alex worked his tongue down Tom's young body reaching the cock he licked his way up and closed in on the head again, Tom moaned and grabbed Alex's head forcing him down deeper on his cock with surprising results, he was amazed and surprised how talented Alex was. He allowed himself a few moments of pleasure controlling the prince before releasing his hand, his mouth worked back up the cock now drenched in saliva, noisily kissing his way back towards Tom's mouth. He greeted Alex with open mouth and their tongues swirling around depositing saliva in each other, slowly he swung his leg over Tom's body and his body followed sitting astride and looking down at Tom smiling. Gently his arse ran the length of the cock until Tom pushed him back slightly forcing it between his cheeks. He reached up and stroked Alex's face then placed his hand behind his neck pulling him forward to resume their kiss, his hips manipulating his cock towards Alex's hole. As soon as contact was made he wrapped his other arm around Alex's back pulling him down. He gasped in to Tom's mouth and winced slightly at the pain as his cock slipped inside, Alex leaned up pushing himself further down and taking all of Tom. Catching him off guard Max rolled Mateo on to his back and assumed the top position. As if the other knew what was about to happen their hands began wrestling for dominance but Mateo certainly had the strength advantage over Max. Flipping Max back over he was on top briefly before Max rolled him over again and this time managing to pin his arms across his chest. He looked over at the beautiful sight of Alex and Tom mid flow, his hands struggling to keep Mateo pinned down to the bed 'Stop struggling Mateo' Max said softly rubbing his arse against Mateo's cock. He smiled up at him 'Sit on it!' he demanded, Max laughed and leant forward kissing him and lifting his arse up and wriggling it until he got Mateo's cock poised at his hole. Max bit on his lower lip easing back as his cock opened him up sharply sinking all the way inside in one fluid motion. Alex moaned gently with his hips moving back and forth grinding down on his cock, he smiled then leaned forward kissing him deep. It was all Tom needed to know and he thrusted his hips up hard taking Alex, he was met by the prince grinding down harder against his cock. Their mouths touching, his arms wrapped around Alex holding him as they looked in to each others eyes. He made the mistake of glancing sideways as Max was being penetrated, the moment got Tom so worked up he didn't sense the start signs of his orgasm, instead it rushed through his body and expressing itself through his hips that pushed up hard against Alex's arse. Tom moaned pushing his hips up higher causing Alex to fall forward crashing their mouths together and leading to a frantic, erratic kiss. The force of his orgasm brought Alex to his, his hands pounding against the bed like he was possessed moving his hips back and forth harder until finally he felt it ebbing away. Max began bouncing on Mateo's cock, slowly at first then picking up speed and driving harder, he was loving having control of Mateo for once. He stared down moaning and smiling at him. It was a momentary lapse on his behalf that gave Mateo enough of an advantage to throw Max off balance and roll him on his back with his cock still buried in his arse, he made a pretend of resisting but was laughing and moaning at the same time. Mateo gently slapped him on the face then began to hammer home nailing Max good and proper, well it was good whilst it lasted Max thought. Mateo leaned forward and they kissed several times. Max gabbed his cock feeling his orgasm building up and managed to rub twice getting his foreskin back in time to expel his seed with some force, hitting him on the chin and chest. Mateo felt the change in Max's arse around his cock through his orgasm, he pushed in balls deep and began deep fucking Max knowing he was about to shoot his load. His whole body lurched and jerked forward then he moaned wildly, jabbing his cock hard several times then pushing down harder. Max grabbed hold of Mateo's waist gasping at the sheer force of his climax, until he stopped and ground his arse smiling down at Max. His lips clamped down on to Max's mouth rewarding him a very Mateo style kiss, despite their sex over his cock retained its firmness making his withdrawal painfully noisy. Max heaved a sigh of relief as he laid beside him. All of a sudden the four of them were laying on their backs giggling away like naughty school children from the heady mix of wine and the humidity. Tom was nodding off in a happy blissful state where as Mateo now kneeled looking at Alex 'Oh god!' he said trying to complain but knowing it was no good. He found himself spun over on to his stomach like a rag doll. Mateo dived down and rimmed Alex's hole causing him to squeal in pleasure, his eyes opened wider and looked directly at Max who grinned inching away from Alex who now looked as if he was bracing for impact from the rear. Sure enough the mattress sank slightly either side of his body as Mateo loomed over his body feeling his cock pushing up between his cheeks where it met his hole gliding it forward prising him open again. Alex moaned burying his head in the pillow the more he was penetrated by Mateo. His hips pushed forward and held position bottoming out in Alex, slowly he raised them the pushed down again causing Alex's legs to wriggle and lift up. Mateo chuckled and repositioned himself hooking the legs and pinning them to the bed, lowering himself down on top of Alex. Positioning his arms above Alex's head and ever so gently and he began fucking him. Slow at first taking his time kissing Alex when ever his head raised up from the deep penetrating strokes. He was incredibly turned on by the moaning coming from Alex, decreasing the time between each stroke and speed at which he was delivering them, he could feel Alex's feet squirming against the restraint, his high pitched moans now filled the room constantly waking Tom up from his slumber. Mateo shifted his position as he began to increase momentum, he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer as Alex was now pushing up meeting his downward thrusts 'Lay still, I do the work' Mateo said softly and Alex nodded. He continued fucking Alex with a mixture of soft tactile motions then hard fast ones. He let out a guttural moan as a warning shot before leaning forward, Alex felt the dull pain from Mateo's cock forcing its way deeper then holding there as his body went rigid, he moaned in pleasure unleashing his seed in to him in several torrents. The orgasm faded and his body collapsed on top of Alex as he now moved back to gentle caressing thrusts. Max laid there playing with his cock and looked at Tom who was halfway between drifting off to sleep. He chuckled and pushed Tom over on to his stomach, Tom raised his head feeling Max climb on top of him, turning to look at him he smiled and pushed his arse up. Max rubbed his cock between his arse cheeks then pushed down penetrating him with delectable movements. Tom giggled and moaned 'Dam!' he cried out as Max bottomed out in him and began fucking. Lowering his body down until he laid on top of Tom dead weighting him with just enough movement to kiss him. His arse moving up and down providing the momentum for his cock as he slowly fucked him. His hands grabbed hold of Tom's, the both moaned wildly as he picked up speed, Tom pushing his arse up to match his thrusts. His orgasm quickly surfacing through his aroused state after watching Alex and Mateo. His whole body stretched forward and his hips pushed down hard, moaning louder feeling his cock jump then pulse, setting his orgasm free through his cock. Tom giggled as Max kissed his then laying his down facing Tom the simply looked each other in the eye, both had big smiles on their face. It was such a satisfied look on Tom's face that it caused Max to laugh and grind his cock deeper in to Tom. Mateo laid on top of Alex for several minutes watching Max at work 'Nice!' he said rolling on to his side cuddling up to Alex who ran his hand over both Tom and Max. The ceiling fan blew cooling air over their bodies, Mateo was the only one awake and stared up at the fan as it silently cut through the air. Hannes was in his thoughts and he smiled turning his head watching the prince sleep. Not only had he found love, he finally had a proper life that was really his own, it was all down to the body laying close to him. He rolled on to his side and kissed Alex who murmured before turning on to his side pulling Mateo with him and falling back to sleep. Returning to a quiet suite Liam poked his head in the door and saw the four bodies strewn across the bed in various positions. Why he even bothered checking he had no idea, he knew they would probably end up in bed. By the time Mateo and Tom woke and tried to discreetly leave and head to their own suit Alex and Max were wide awake in each others arms. "So what now?" Alex asked with Max laying on top of him, "What happens with us?". Max kissed him delicately "We get married" he replied unsure where Alex was going with his question. Alex wrapped his arms around Max "No I mean us. Do we become exclusive?" he asked. Max chuckled "You are certainly not taking a mistress, no matter how royal you are" he replied. "Be serious Max" Alex pleaded and looking serious, "I would be happy what ever we decide". Max had no idea what to do in reality and shrugged "Keep it in the family" he suggested. Alex leaned up and kissed him "You mean Marty and Josh?" he asked. Max laughed "I think they consider us part of their relationship". Alex about to speak but Max put his hand over his mouth "Stop talking and let me make love to you". Alex smiled and ran his fingers down his back as their lips softly touched. Franco was already up and sitting on the beach having finished his first morning swim. Artem stood on the balcony looking across to beach where he sat, he was worried about the protection officers erratic behaviour around him. Sometimes he was close like best friends like last night, now this morning when he left for a swim it was like he was the one keeping a distance. Liam walked out on to the balcony with a cup of coffee seeing Artem staring over at Franco. Artem turned his head and smiled at his appearance "What is with you two?" Liam asked quietly. "Nothing" Artem quickly replied but Liam was not fooled by the look in his eye. Liam leaned on the balcony "He is actually very sexy for a guy" he said nodding towards Franco. Artem shrugged "If you say so" he mumbled trying not to look at Franco. "Would be a shame to see him end up with that ballet dancer" Liam said offering his coffee to Artem. "You think they will?" Artem asked accepting the cup and taking a swig. It was Liam's turn to shrug "He is very private about his private life, but there was a spark". Artem faked a smile "It is not easy having a lover outside of our royal world" Liam added. "I know. People just don't understand our devotion to them" Artem replied handing the cup back. Liam put his arm around his shoulder "You have a good friendship with Franco" he said. "What is that suppose to mean?" Artem replied looking defensive. Liam studied him for a moment then smiled "Just that. But I would look at it closely if I was you". Artem looked back over to Franco "That is a first getting advice from you" he said smiling. "Go to him and clear this wedge out of the way, we are beginning to notice it" Liam warned him. Liam always saw Artem playing the straight man rather too well, yet something weird had happened ever since Franco met this ballet dancer. He was more worried about Franco and that he may be veering off course and end up getting hurt dating an outsider. He was also being disrupted by whatever was boiling under the surface that had him wondering if it was Artem seeing them together. Ever since he knew Franco the guy always had that veil of mystery shrouding him, it wasn't to be secretive in any way, the guy just didn't talk about his personal life or preferences, to him that was his private world and no ones business. Artem looked at Liam knowing full well his friend was right, he stood up straight and left the balcony. Liam watched without saying a word as he left the suite and appeared walking slowly across the beach, he sat down beside Franco who looked and smiled at him. "Franco" Artem said looking at him, "We need to talk about this situation" he said. Franco looked at him "I wasn't aware there was one" he replied. "Why are you being so distant around me and then close?" Artem asked being deadly serious. Franco stared out across the ocean "Has anyone said anything to you?" he asked quietly. Artem shook his head "No. Is it just me reading too much in to how you are behaving?" he asked. Franco looked at him then turned away quickly "Are you sure it is me?" he asked. "What has happened to us Franco?" Artem asked looking at him, "How did we get to his point?". Franco smiled staring ahead "You are a very sexy man Artem, but I respect and love you as a friend". Artem glanced at him "Thanks" he replied, "No more awkwardness Franco, agreed?". "Can we keep this between us?" Franco asked looking at him. Artem nodded "I thought that would go without question Franco!" he exclaimed. Artem was unsure weather to mention that Liam was suspecting a slight rift between them, instead he chose to ignore it and leave it at that. What happened next was completely unexpected, Franco patted Artem on the shoulder and he turned to look at Franco. Neither of them gave it any thought and they kissed briefly before Artem realised what they were doing. Artem knew this a dangerous game of lives and reputations being played here, let alone their friendship and the kiss was a big mistake. He couldn't hide the fact that he had always found Franco fascinating and loved being in his presence, and yes, the guy was handsome with a very sexual allure about him. The kiss had the opposite effect confusing them both at the same time. It was never planned or intended but neither could understand why it had happened. "Artem! Artem!" Franco said softly, "Are you okay?" he asked looking concerned. "You know everyone will still love you not matter what" Artem said. Franco looked at him with some bizarre look "What are you going on about?" he asked. Artem stood up noticing Liam watching them "You should consider the ballet dancer" he said. Franco scratched his head completely at a loss, now it was Artem who couldn't face turning around and looking at him. Artem cursed to himself feeling angry for telling Franco to go after the ballet dancer, pushing them together like that. All he could figure out was seeing Franco over the last few days with barely any clothes on had given him weird unusual feelings. Liam didn't know what to make of what he just saw and it now looked like Franco was wrapped up in some weird confused exploit. Franco stood up and joined Artem for a swim. Liam shook his head and walked back inside the suite as Tom and Mateo appeared for breakfast. It was now Artem who kept a little distance between them. Never enough to cause concern but it was enough for Liam to know something was not right and he spent a little more time with Artem in the hope he would open up. The few nights when they went to the hotel bar it was like nothing was going on and everything was right in the world. A few mornings later Liam and Franco went for a walk along the beach wearing only their swimming shorts and baseball caps. The sight of them was enough to arouse Alex and Max who were not afraid of admiring the protection officers bodies and letting them know. Artem, Mateo and Tom had decided to go to the hotels main pool for a cooling swim since the water was kept cooler than the ocean. Liam took his baseball cap off and dived in the ocean then back out, replacing his cap over his wet hair he noticed Franco was simply staring off. "Are you going to tell me?" Liam asked in a casual manner. Franco looked at him and started walking "Tell you what?" he replied looking unsure. Liam put his arm on his shoulder "What is going on with you at the moment?" he now asked. "Nothing Liam" Franco replied but Liam picked up a slight hesitancy in his voice. Liam smiled glancing at him "Is it me? Do you fancy me?" he asked very openly. Franco let out a short laugh "Certainly not. You are like a brother to me" he replied. "Good!" Liam said patting his shoulder, "Is it Artem you fancy?" he now asked. Franco stopped going all defensive "What? Why would you ask that, or even think that?" he replied. Liam turned to face him then nodded and carried on walking "Answer me!" Franco called out. Franco caught up with him "He is sexier than the prince but don't tell Alex" Liam said. He remained quiet and Liam stopped holding his arm "I see you two discreetly avoiding each other". Franco didn't know what to say "What happened between you two?" Liam asked trying again. "Artem... I mean I love him as a friend and all that" Franco tried explaining. Liam nodded "Is he not receptive to a sexual adventure with you?" he now asked. Franco chuckled "Is that what they call it now" he said walking then stopping, "I don't know". Liam shrugged "I could never work him out, he is like you, likes his privacy" he said. They carried on walking "Told me to go for the ballet dancer" Franco said watching two male joggers. "And will you?" Liam asked noticing one of the joggers having a good look at them as they went past. Franco stopped "I have to be sure, I can't go through putting myself out there to be rejected". Liam laughed "You do not give yourself enough credit Franco, you are a dam good catch" he said. Franco walked ahead then turned "Is that your way of telling me you want a bit of me?" he asked. Liam smirked shaking his head "I can run faster than you Franco!" he said firing a warning. Franco smirked back and gave him a middle finger "Fuck you!" he said then started running. Liam moved like a bolt of lightning almost catching Franco before he veered off in the water, he was a much better swimmer than Liam and this was his only chance of escape. Franco was laughing as he swam back where Alex and Max were laying on the Balinese bed. Liam walking along the shore keeping up with him and staring at him with daggers and reminding him he would have to come out at some point and he was going to wait no matter how long it took. When he did eventually start to wade out of the water he stopped with the water up to his waist smiling at him. Liam simply stood staring at him and waiting. Behind him Tom, Mateo and Artem were returning from their swim and instantly realising Franco was in trouble. The three of them ran down to the water making huge splashes as they rushed over and stood in front of Franco protecting him. Liam laughed throwing his head back "You think I can't take all of you down!" he said confidently. "What are you waiting for then?" Tom replied folding his arms across his chest in defiance. "Each and every one of you will pay eventually" Liam said stepping forward. Alex and Max sat up watching and enjoying the show playing out "You better help him" Alex said. "I suppose as he protects me" Max replied climbing off the bed and walking down to the water. Liam glanced at Max standing by him "Good, I am pleased you chose the right side" he said. "Who said I was on your side?" Max replied seriously then grinned going in to a rugby tackle. Liam was so unprepared that Max floored him and they began rolling around on the sand giving Franco chance to get out with his protection squad then standing there cheering Max on. Liam gave up knowing he was not going to win if Franco and Tom started on him as well. Max stood up covered in sand laughing and helping Liam up "Thanks Max" Franco said. Max smirked "I haven't forgotten about the Christmas party!" he said pointing at Franco and Liam. Liam looked at Franco who nodded, then quick as a flash they got hold of Max lifting him in air and dumping him in the water. Alex sat there and waved royally from the plush surroundings of the Balinese bed and put his sunglasses back on keeping well out of the way this time. The fun and relaxation was over and all too soon they were flying home to Monrovia, back to normal life that was about to get busier, in essence their time was now leading up to Max and his final stage of bagging his prince, and it was coming fast. On their arrival at the palace the two sovereign guards stood to attention as Alex and Max approached, Mateo saw him standing on guard with a smile on his face when he glanced towards him. Stepping close to Hannes he looked at him "My answer is yes" Mateo said in a hushed tone. Hannes's smile grew wider "Tonight at mine" he said quietly, Mateo nodded and proceeded inside. Alex glanced back at Mateo once inside "Well?" he asked. Mateo nodded "Is done. Thank you for every thing Alex" he replied. Alex shrugged "You did all the work Mateo. And it paid off, quite jealous actually" he said. "I can bloody well hear you!" Max said poking Alex in the back. Mateo laughed "Max gets really jealous really quickly" Alex added getting poked again by Max. Alex stopped "Liam sort him out, he can't poke me like that!" he commanded. "Get inside both of you" Liam responded, "Anyway I thought you like getting poked" he said. Hannes couldn't help but laugh breaking guard duty protocol "Tutt, tutt Hannes!" Alex said. "Leave my man alone!" Mateo said picking up the last bag and standing up for lover. Alex and Max both turned to Mateo and smiled then waited for them all before entering the palace and back to their little sanctuary.

Part 5 Both Jake and I turned to look at the new visitor standing in the doorway. While it was hard to focus my dialated eyes on him, I knew without any doubt who it was. It was my college wrestling coach. Coach K was a national champion in his glory days. He is now in his mid 30s and still kept himself in remarkable shape. He stands about 5'10" and weighs 200 pounds of pure muscle. I was frozen in fear at being discovered naked and covered in another mans cum, sweat, and funk. How in the hell am I gonna explain this to coach? Jake seemed at ease and said "Took ya long enough to get here". Coach K said the roads were a bitch but apparently so was his wrestler. They both laughed at this. I tried to hide under the covers and tried to wish myself outta there and Coach walked over and flung the blankets off of me. "Well well well, looks like Boyd really is a fag like I always figured". Jake said " this one has a hot tight pussy on him too. I already bred him twice and after I dosed him good, he was good to be rode hard and put down wet". Coach K grabbed my hair and looked into my eyes. "Damn Jake, this boy is spun out". Jake just smiled. Coach said " I really can't have a drug using pussy boy on my team representing the good name of our college". I started crying at this point. My scholarship was the only reason I was able to go to college. If I was kicked off the team, lost my scholarship, I was done. I pleaded with Coach to forget what he saw and let it go. He smirked and said " how am I supposed to forget that one of my wrestlers gets caught naked with my partner at our cabin AND in an altered state? Especially when I seen what a fine ass you got there?". Wait, Jake is your partner? What were the chances of this being a random chance? " Boy, there are two types of men in this world, alphas and betas. Alphas are winners, and betas serve the alphas. There isn't any shame in being one or the other but you are what you are". " Look boy, when I recruited you I knew you were never going to be championship material but I did see a boy I could help mold into a damn fine beta for us and the team. I been planning on getting you up here for awhile now but Jake got you up here first and by that fresh cum running down your leg, I can see I was right about you. Now what are we going to do with you now?" I wasn't following all of what Coach was saying. He was trying to basically say that I was fucked in more than one way. He said that I wasn't really on a path that would build up the team in competition and now that he knew I had broken the no drugs rule, he oughta report me to the University and my college life would be over. I was sobbing by this point. This wasn't even my fault. Jake was the one who drugged me and seduced me. I was screwed. Coach K then said with a twinkle in his eye, " Well, there is one way out of this if you are interested "

I lied I got motivated and got it done today Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum inv 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. Pozzed Cheerleader 8 After we were done in the shower Ty and Jalen were just wrapping up. Ty looked at me and said, “I’ve had both you and your girl on my cock…you were better!” I smiled taking that as a compliment, but I knew his DNA was in me and I could almost bet mine was in him. Just by the law of transfer via Mark and Jamie a part of me was in Jalen too. I knew it was just a matter of time. The rest of the week was pretty much the same when I was not in class or practice. I was cruising one of the many hook-up spots on campus taking some anon cock in the mouth or ass. I lost count of the amount of cock I took that week in new or repeat form from Jalen and Ty to the copious amounts I was getting in the stalls. I knew one thing. I was not missing my ex and according to Ty and Jalen she was not missing me. She was spending an inordinate amount of time at the Alpha house. An all-black frat house on campus, who was known for fucking white girls and even some white bois. We had another home game that Saturday, and I got a call from George to wear the buttplug while I cheered on Saturday and to recruit another guy for Saturday night. There were going to be two new guys there as well as the first 4 that were there and Jamie was bringing Mark. I thought about Jalen since he loved getting his ass eaten so much. I thought it would be an easy conversion. After the game, Jamie and I cornered him in the locker room and got him to agree to show up. We lost again which was becoming the norm for our team. George came down to the field to talk to the coach, but he stopped by Jamie and I. We pointed out the new guys we were bringing. He seemed pleased with our choices. We all showered, stowed our gear and the 4 of us decided to go for a drink before the party. Jamie and I were mum on the details on the party, but assured them they would have a good time. We knocked on the suite door right at the time we were told to. Dan answered the door naked sporting a hefty hard on. Jalen looked at me with a look of “WTF did I get him into”. I just winked, smiled and led him into the suite. George, Dan, Mike and Javon along with two other black guys with some form so biohazard tats on them. I barely caught their names of Ali and Darrel before I had Ali’s 9inch prick in my mouth. George took an immediate liking to Jalen and had him naked with his ass up in the air with George licking and slowly fingering his black ass. I secretly hoped they did not fuck the agressive top out of him. I really enjoyed his red bull can sized cock. Jamie was sucking on Mike and Darrel. While Mark was naked and on the bed with Javon and Dan. Damn, these poz daddies work fast. I had Ali at full staff. He had a thick 9inch dark brown cock. While I was sucking him someone had been fingering my hole. They had two fingers with lube up my ass. Ali got up on the bed and ordered me to get on and ride his cock. I got up to ride him cowboy style with my hands on his sexy muscular chest, but he ordered me to ride him reverse cowboy style. I slid my cunted ass down his long pole. I stared Jalen dead in the eyes. I wanted him to see the pleasure on my face. Javon handed me a little brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep inhale and slowly rode Ali’s massive cock. My cock was rock hard and jutted out in front of me. Jamie was being spit-roasted between Mike and Darrel. Near him was Mark taking cock at each end from Javon and Dan. Jalen was still on the couch, but was grinding on George’s cock. His transformation was going as planned. The room wreaked of sex. The bottle of poppers found their way around to Jalen. He inhaled deep just as George aimed his cock into his hole. Jalen slowly lowered himself onto George’s big dick. He was acting as if he was in a trance. Almost like he was willing to allow himself to be forced down on George’s dong. He could not help himself. He was acting like a wanton slut. I have been there. I am there. All around the room every hole that was to be filled was filled with what I could only assume to be a poz cock. Adding Mark and Jalen to the poz club. I wondered when I was going to convert. I was beyond knowing who my poz daddy was going to be since I have taken so many loads in the last week. Ali flipped me over on my back and pounded his steely rod into me. Growling that he was going to knock me up. He was going to fuck all the bottom sluts in the room tonight, but he wanted me to have his first, his biggest load of the night. It was a 6-day poz load that he had been saving up just for me. He wanted to breed my ass ever since George had pointed me out at the beginning of the season as one of the boys they wanted to convert this year. They thought I would take a little more convincing than it did. They had no idea I was such a faggot slut for cock. I just moaned my approval and begged for his hot load. Jalen was bouncing up and down on George’s cock while his own protruding member leaked his last negative load. Mark was still being double-teamed as was Jamie. Mark and Jamie had been moved to the same bed and all four guys were rotating around the duo taking turns at fucking Mark’s ass then moving over to Jamie’s and then moving to Jamie’s mouth and so on. If they only could have put the duo on a turntable. Ali start pounding me even harder with steady strokes. I could tell he was getting ready to cum. I could even sense George was getting ready to fill Jalen up as well. Jalen was still riding George’s massive prick and George grabbed him pulling him and held him down while his cock exploded into Jalen’s unprotected ass. Jalen, without ever touching his cock exploded coating George’s face and chest. I jerked my cock a little, to prime the pump so to speak, and when Ali sprayed my insided with bad seed. I coated my neck and chest with my load. Ali scooped some up with his free hand and fed it to me then to himself. He pulled his still hard cock free from my loose cunt of an ass, and ordered me to clean him off. I slurped and tongued his cock free of his cum and my ass. He told me to hold it and go kiss Jalen. I was not sure Jalen would go down for that, but an order is an order. Surprisingly, Jalen opened his mouth and took my ass and Ali’s jizz out of my mouth and off of my tongue. Jalen was still impaled on George’s poz cock when George ordered me to clean his cock off as he pulled free from Jalen. I, all too eagerly, did as I was told. On the other bed, Jamie and Mark were being bred and were cleaning the other’s jizz and ass off of their fuckers cocks. After a while, the room died down. We took a moment to hit the bar and grab some food and began to pair off again. Mike took his turn with Jalen and Ali and George were double teaming Mark. That left just me, Darrel and Dan and they had an idea for me, and it was the same one Ali and George had for Mark. Dan laid down on his back and I straddled his cock while Darrel got behind me and started to push into me. They were trying to double-penetrate me and Mark. They soon weren’t trying…they were succeeding. 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Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had bred us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Pozzed Cheerleader 6 Mark and I were thoroughly used and abused by Jamal and Darnel. I laid there in the middle of the living room floor with my ass in the air with the butt plug fitter firmly deep in my used ass. Mark had gone to take a shower while Jamal and Dar went to bed. The lights were unceremoniously turned off on me like I was an afterthought. I woke up in the middle of the night cold and stiff from sleeping on the floor and the room was dark. I made my way to my room making sure my phone was charging. I had a 730 class so i still had a couple of hours to sleep. I used them all. I made it through my 730 class and was walking back through the Union when I got a text asking if I was hungry. I did not recognize the number, but I responded back anyway with a ‘yes’. “Go to the bathroom on the erd floor in the western hall!” a text shot back. I started to reply, but another text shot back instantly with… “Don’t think…Do it” I felt chided, but I climbed two flights of steps and made my way down the main hall to the western hall to the lone mens room there. Once I got there another text came telling me to take the middle stall. I hung my book bag on the door. I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet and was about to text, “now what”, but before I could. I got a “WAIT…you have a 90 minutes before your next class, remove your plug”. Whoever I was talking to knew what I had been through. I sat patiently for just a few moments. When I heard the outer door of the bathroom squeak open and then the inner door. I knew these restrooms were used for cruising, but I never cruised. Well, I guess until today that is. Whoever just walked in took the stall to my right against the wall, he undid his pants and sat down. I carefully watched from the racquetball seized hole in the partition as he stroked his big black dick to near hardness. When suddenly he shoved his cock through the hole. He spoke, “you the white cocksucker?” I answered by swallowing 5 inches of his hard 8 that came through the hole in the wall. I sucked on his thick prick. He moaned his acceptance of my mouth on his cock. He told me to get it wet cause it was going in my ass soon. I still had not recovered from Saturday or Sunday, but I was not going to argue. I just was unsure of being fucked in a pusblic place. I sucked his massive prick slobbering on it as much as I could when he told me to fuck myself on his black wood cock. I barely hesitated before I spun around and backed myself onto his cock. He let out an audible moan of satisfaction as I took as much of his I possibly could. I bounced back on his meat. His breathing was ragged and I soon felt his cock expand and explode filling my ass with his gooey jizz. I felt his cock spasm 5 or 6 times. My ass felt full, but I knew I was not done yet. My anonymous fucker withdrew his massive prick, adjust his pants and was gone. I never knew his name or saw his face. I clenched to hold his load in me. I pushed the plug back into my cunt to keep from leaking and to keep his hot load deep in my ass. I sat down and wondered what I had got myself into, but did not have to ponder long as the outer door opened and shut, and like clockwork the scenario nearly played out the same, but this time. There was no “get to know ya”. This nameless, faceless prick, but equally as large dong but more brown slipped through the gloryhole. I just spun on the toilet seat and started sucking like it was my job. I could hear him moan his approval over the stall wall. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled out of the hole and dropped down. Shoved his thick Mexican dick under the stall and told me to squat on it. I could see the scorpion tat with a “+’ sign right by the stinger. I was pretty sure I knew what that meant, but I no longer cared. I pulled the plug once again from my ass. I was getting good at that, and lowered my white ass onto his massive cock. I hovered on his cock, while he slammed into me from under the stall. He drove his cock as deep as he could into me. I forgot for a moment where I was and let out a loud moan that I thought for sure someone outside would hear. I begged him to cum in me. I wanted his tainted seed deep in my bowels impregnating me. I had sweat dripping off of my forehead as I squatted on this nameless, faceless but seemingly positive cock. I begged him to breed me. When I said” fill me with your poz load papi!” He came like a geyser combined with the last guy’s cum. I leaked like a broken faucet. I could feel my ass dripping on his balls. He told me to clean him up. I quickly plunged the plug back into my cummy asshole and licked his cock and balls clean of my ass and his cum. I did not want anyone to walk in on us like that. I looked at my watch and I still had an hour before my next class and another text message telling me that I had two more guys to service. It was now my duty every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between my first and second class to report to this bathroom and service whomever comes and to do whatever they request. I should dress comfortably and be prepared for 4 to 8 loads a day in the morning alone. I had just enough time to finish reading the text when I looked up to see another dark cock being pushed through the hole. I later learned I was servicing some professors on campus who did favors for the football and basketball teams. I did not care most of them had big cocks and could fuck and none of them asked about status. I was just a willing hole for them. They did not want to know who I was and I did not want to know who they were. If they wanted to be known I would find out soon enough. By the time, my class started that morning. I had serviced 5 cocks3 of them took my ass and two orally. They gave me plenty of time to get cleaned up for class, but I still could feel my ass leaking all afternoon. When I had to go to cheer practice and had to face Jamie and Mark. I could all their eyes on me. Even my now ex-girlfriend. I saw her kissing her new ‘friend’ the starting linebacker for the football team. I hoped he was on George’s list to get this year. More to CUM Love the hot email I have jerked off to you guys as much as you have jerked off to my stories. Joey

Chapter 18 We arrived at Sarge's house right on time. It was a little ways out of town. An old farm house that didn't have neighbors real close by. After ringing the bell, the door was opened by a young Mexican man. He was cute, maybe 5'6", slim, and somewhere in his mid 30's. He was dressed in a pair of small, tight leather shorts and a leather bowtie. Nothing else. His body bore the evidence of deep, healed scars, and he had piercings through his nipples and septum. "Master wishes you to strip here." He instructed us, as he took our bags containing our football gear. "Fold your clothes, then come into the living room." He continued, turning and walking away. His back bore more evidence of scarring. Colt and I looked at each other a bit nervously, but did as we were told. Once our clothes were folded neatly and set on the bench, we went into the living room. As we entered the room, there was Sarge, sitting in a huge, throne like leather chair, puffing a cigar with the Mexican man on his knees next to him. He was dressed in full leather, chaps, boots, jock, and harness which outlined his jacked up muscles perfectly. He topped it off with a black Leather Stetson. His chest and belly were covered with a thick pelt of silver hair that matched his head. I never would have imagined our strict, professional principal to be a hot, leather Master, but I supposed it made sense. "Sit boys." He ordered us as he puffed on the stogie. Colt and I sat down together on the leather sofa and awaited further instructions. Sarge snapped his fingers and the Mexican got up and walked over to the bar and poured a few shots of tequila. He walked over to us with the shots on a tray and kneeled on the floor, his head bowed. On the tray was 10 shots of tequila, two blue pills, and two red ones. "Take a shot boys." Sarge commanded us. We obeyed, slamming one down and returned the glasses to the tray. Not being a fan of tequila, I gagged a little, but took it like a man. Quickly the warmth filled my belly, helping to calm my nerves a bit. "Now take the red pill," he demanded, "and another shot." Colt and I followed orders like good boys. It was obvious Sarge was going to get us fucked up. He just smiled and watched us, puffing away, blowing the smoke in our direction. He then ordered us to take a third shot, then the blue pill, then the last two shots. By the time we downed the last one, I was already feeling the effects. The Mexican stood up and returned the tray to the bar and brought back a big glass bubble pipe and a fat baggie of T. I could see Colts eyes light up. Mine probably did too. Sarge smiled as he packed a fat bowl which the Mexican brought over to Colt. "Go ahead boy's. Indulge. I've already had plenty for the moment." Colt lit the torch and soon the bubbler was full of thick white smoke which he inhaled before passing the bubbler to me. I followed suit as the Mexican produced, from where I'm not sure, a metal cock ring that he proceeded to work over Colt's cock and balls. After I handed the bubbler back to Colt, the Mexican proceeded to put one on me. We continued to share the bubbler as Sarge began to speak. "I admit I was surprised when I came across your videos." He began. "I never would have figured you two to be faggots. But it's perfect for what I want from you. As if you couldn't tell, Angel here is my slave. I've owned him for 18 years, and he's a loyal and valuable piece of property. I've kept him because he was my first slave, and I grew attached to him. But even beloved slaves lose their appeal when they become too used. Please demonstrate." He directed Angel. The slave stood up and retrieved an obscenely large, fat dildo. He greased it up and proceeded to sit on it, sliding down the full length with barely a grimace until he was sitting on the base. "As you can see, after years of use, Angel is pretty useless in the hole department. I keep him to help with other aspects of my life. Now, to appease my desires, I have a friend at border controll who very easily procures me a nice, new, young toy whenever I need one. I keep them for a while, usually up to a year, until they're worn out, or I'm bored of them. Then I return it to my friend, and he gets rid of it. After all, whose going to notice an undocumented piece of trash go missing? I return with my new toy and start over." Then Sarge made a fist and held it upright on the arm of his chair. Without a word, Angel climbed off the dildo and stepped up on Sarge's chair. He spread his cheeks apart, placed his hole over the clenched fist, and slid all the way down Sarge's arm. "See?" He continued, "I can barely cause him any pain. No fun for me." "How are you boys feeling? Good I bet." He asked us. Colt and I just kinda giggled. "Give them some more." He told Angel. The slave climbed off Sarge's arm and loaded up another fat bowl before returning to Sarge's arm and licking it clean from his ass juices. Colt and I returned to smoking as Sarge continued. "As you can guess, I do have a current toy. I don't call them slaves like I do Angel. These other ones are literally just toys for my amusement. The current one is a cute 20yo. It snuck across with it's wife and two small children, but my friend decided it would make a better toy for me. I've owned it for two months now, but you won't see it today. It's currently bound up tight and is in the box for 24 hours. It used it's teeth on my cock. If it does it again, it will lose them. Colt and I just looked at each other, neither of us having suspected how sadistic Sarge really was. "But that's not the reason I brought you boys here today." He said smirking. "I recently "acquired" a new slave. This one is different from the rest, and that's where you boys come in. The red pill was extasy, the blue was Viagra. With the booze and the T, you boys should be ready to go for hours." I glanced at Colt and saw his cock was hard as a rock. Mine was too, and I hadn't even noticed. "Now, I want you boys to stand up and start kissing." Colt and I rose and turned to each other, our mouths instantly melting into each other. We both moaned as electricity flowed through us and we tingled all over. Our hands instinctively went to each other's nipples as we pinched and felt each other up. Sarge just watched and smiled. Angel took our uniforms and began to dress us as our tongues continued exploring each others mouths. He lifted our legs individually as he slid on our jockstraps and pants. The feel of another man touching our bodies as we kissed made us both shiver. Eventually, he had every piece of our uniforms on us and Sarge stood up, placing our helmets on our heads. "Follow me boys." He instructed us as he headed up the stairs. We obeyed and went all the way into the attic. As we got to the top, we could see an attic play space stocked with everything imaginable. And there in the middle, suspended horizontally, was our trigonometry teacher, Mr. Reed! My jaw could have dropped to the floor as I looked into the big brown eyes of our teacher. His eyes reflected fear and shame as he instantly recognized Colt and myself. Mr. Reed was probably the youngest teacher on staff, just out of grad school. This was his first teaching job. He stood about 5'11" and probably weighed 150#. A tall, thin, frail looking guy. But he was really cute too. He was one of those hipster types, you know, with the tall, brown hair and the trendy long beard. He always wore dress shirts with a vest. Sometimes he rolled up his sleeves revealing his skinny, hairy arms and delicate wrists. He wasn't feminine, but not the type of guy who could handle himself in a fight either. I could see the sweat pour off of him at his predicament. He was suspended from the rafters, face down, with his arms pulled painfully upward behind his back. A thick posture collar forced his head to be held up and eyes looking forward. A spider gag kept his mouth wide open and drool ran from it, pooling on the floor. Heavy weights hung from his balls and nipples, pulling them downward and causing him pain when they swung. I was transfixed. "Yes boys," Sarge spoke, "Toby here is my new slave. I met this degenerate online, and it was pretty easy to get the whore over here. He was quite shocked when he learned who he was really hooking up with. But by then, it was too late. I already knew about too many of his, "proclivities." Like his proclivity for little boys." Sarge sneered as he gave a kick to the weight on Toby's balls, causing him to groan in pain. "Yup, our little Toby here is a pedophile, and I gained all the evidence I need from his phone to send him away for a long, long time. So now I OWN him. Don't I Toby?" "Yes Sir." Toby tried to agree through the gag and pain as best he could. "So I decided, once I saw you boys online, that I needed to include you in this endeavor. Toby needs done to him what he wanted to do to little boys. That's why I was happy to see you boys could be powerful bulls. The uniforms are just for me. I like them." He laughed. "What say we start with some throat fucking? You first Collins!" I happily stepped up as Sarge sat in another big leather chair to watch. Angel placed some more weights on the chains, and the fun began. Sarge sparked up another stogie as I unlaced the front of my pants, pulled down my jock, and let my big dick loose. Angel started filming as I approached my defenseless teacher. I held the back of his head and rammed my full length right down his throat. I didn't go easy. I knew Sarge wouldn't want that. Toby gagged and wretched, jerking in his bonds as I raped his throat. He screamed around my cock as the weights swung around, filling his body with pain. I pulled out and Toby gasped for breath as spit and mucus flowed out of his mouth and nose. I grabbed his ears and started pounding his face as Sarge handed Colt a riding crop. Colt began beating Toby's ass with the crop, quickly leaving large, angry looking welts all over his hairy cheeks. After about 15 minutes Sarge had us switch and Colt buried his cock down Toby's throat, holding it there, cutting off his air. I took the crop and started beating Toby's cock and balls. Toby panicked and thrashed as he ran out of air until Colt finally removed his cock before he passed out. Toby gasped for air between screams of pain while Sarge smiled and sniffed poppers. Colt grabbed Toby's gorgeous thick brown hair and held it tight as he returned to assaulting his throat. We kept this up for an hour, alternating between the two of us raping his throat and beating his body. Finally I was ready to cum and buried Toby's face in my crotch as I pumped my load straight down his gullet. Colt followed suit quickly and we sat back for a well earned break. Sarge released his tits and genitals as Toby whined in pain as the blood returned to those parts. Sarge lowered him to the floor and released his bonds. Toby could only lie there, unable to move his battered body. Sarge picked up some clippers and grabbed Toby by the hair, dragging him across the floor. "Please Sir, no." Toby tried to croak out from his battered throat. Pure rage flashed across Sarge's face as he backhanded Toby, sending him flying backward. Sarge stomped over to him and gave him a hard kick to his flat, hairy belly. Toby cried out in pain as Sarge continued to kick him with his steel toed boots. "DON'T. YOU. EVER. SAY. NO. TO. ME!" Shouted Sarge as he kicked him over and over. Toby whimpered and wretched as he was kicked, spitting up the loads Colt and I had just pumped into him. "Clean that mess up and get over here!" Sarge commanded him as he returned to his chair. Toby was shaking as he licked up the vomit and cum he and thrown up, then crawled over to Sarge, resting his head at Sarge's feet submissively. With out a word, Sarge grabbed Toby's head and turned the clippers on. He started shaving Toby's head as Toby started weeping. His beautiful hair that he was so proud of was quickly disappearing. He knew he could hide welts and bruises, but the whole world would see this new shame. Sarge just smiled an evil smile as he continued with his task and tears streamed down Toby's face. Soon Toby's head was nothing but stubble. Sarge sat down to smoke another cigar as he handed the clippers to Angel. Toby sat in silence as Sarge's number one slave started removing his precious beard. Sarge invited Colt and me to pull up chairs next to his and handed us cigars. He taught us how to smoke them and the three of us watched as Angel completely shaved a broken Toby. Then Angel took Toby over to the corner shower stall where he proceeded to cover him with a cream, all over his body, head, and face. After about 15 minutes, Angel washed Toby off and not a single hair remained anywhere on his body. Not even his eyebrows. He looked like a completely different human being. Not even human really. I wondered how he would explain this when he returned to school. But that wasn't my problem. Angel strapped him down to a fuckbench as Sarge revealed three prepared points. We slammed and walked over to the bound teacher. Sarge said lube was forbidden as the three of us spit on my cock. I slammed it in which brought a hoarse howl from the dehumanized creature beneath us. Sarge pulled off my jersey, leaving my shoulder pads, and stood behind me, rubbing his hairy pelt and harness against my back. The X and T were coursing strong through my body as his hands explored my flesh and I melted into him as my cock plundered my teacher. Poppers were held under my nose as my mind went back to my teacher as he had been in my classroom. A smart, handsome, well dressed young man who was now a thing, an object, a hole. Completely transformed. Colt placed prongs in the creatures nostrils, and I pulled it's head back, forcing it to grunt like a pig as I deep dicked it. Sarge turned my head and started kissing me. I returned his kiss as Colt started sucking on my nipples. I was so lost in the eroticism of the sensations that I couldn't hold back and started pumping my load into the creature beneath me. I pulled out and Colt dove on my slimy cock, quickly cleaning all the juices off of it. He took my place in the creatures fuckhole, slamming his larger cock in to the hilt. The creature moaned in further pain as it's hole was used without it's consent. It didn't matter anymore. It's old life was over. This was it's new one. Colt asked Angel to put a belt around the creatures neck and he pulled it tight while he fucked it. It wasn't long before it was struggling in it's bonds, it's eyes bugging out, it's face turning deep red. Colt loosened the belt, and the creature gasped and sputtered for air. When Colt felt it had had enough, he pulled the belt tight again. "Oh yeah, Mr. Reed." Growled Colt. "You feel that, teach? Do you? You feel that big cock raping your hole? You like that teach? Is that what you want to do to little boys, you fucked up piece of shit?" Colt pulled extra hard on the belt. The creature started turning red again. "We control your life now, you disgusting pedophile. We decide if you live or die!" He continued as the creature started convulsing. "Oh yeah, dance on my dick you fuckwad. Take my cock as I control your worthless life." The creatures tongue protruded out of it's mouth. "Fuck yea, squeeze my cock as you fight for your life, you PIECE OF SHIT!!" Colt cried out as he buried himself in the creature, blasting his load next to mine. He released the belt and the creature gasped and panted desperately for air. Colt pulled out and removed the belt from it's neck and proceeded to land several hard blows across it's back, making sure the belt buckle struck it every time, illiciting fresh croaky screams from the creature. Angel attached a funnel gag to the creatures head as I cleaned Colts cock, and Colt and I pissed into it, forcing the creature to drink our chem piss while Sarge took his turn in it's hole. We used and abused the creature all the way through Sunday evening. Sarge gave us a couple of downers so that we could get some sleep before we hit the road Monday morning. We slept cuddled together with Sarge between us. As much as I loved Colts smooth, hard chest, Sarge's hairy one was a joy as well. I hoped Colts would be hairy like his dad's one day. We left for Florida the next morning with explicit instructions that we had to be back at Sarge's next Sunday. We promised as we took off down the road.

I agree with this post. As you see from my previous posts; I get fucked alot from Pakistani cab drivers, they just like a suck and then fuck me in their cab . Never any mention of condoms. Spanish, Turkish and Greeks are good bets for secret bare shagging, thank the Lord. Love it, and their hairy bodies, skin tone and just good old fashioned barebacking works for me and they tell their buddies.

I have always degraded the bottoms I use. They are not men nor women to me, just holes to receive my cock and cum. Not particularly great stuff, so...........yeah. Degradation, humiliation are all good.

Middle Eastern guys really turn me on too. Fortunately there are quite a few of them around in Germany.