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Part 12 I woke up in the middle of the night. The lights were on and I still had my dick in my right hand with my bottle of poppers. My stomach and chest were all sticky from the load I had shot a few hours earlier. I placed the poppers onto the bedside table, turned the lights off and slid into the sheets, still all dirty with my cum. I dozed off almost instantly until the morning. The first day of the conference was as expected, extremely busy, running around everywhere, reconnecting with professional connections in person, especially after a two-year pandemic hiatus. I was trying as hard as I could to stay focused on work, but my mind was constantly going to what was going to happen that evening. I was thinking I was about to take knowingly my first poz load. I was both excited as hell and scared like shit at the same time, even with the knowledge I would probably be okay with PrEp eventually. I was constantly checking my phone, secretly hoping he would cancel, and I had to stop myself from canceling multiple times during the day. I was getting cold feet but I had wanted this for so long, and the opportunity was finally within reach. I was so distracted my colleagues probably had to snap me back to reality a few times. The evening couldn’t come fast enough and yet the day went by in the blink of an eye. At dinner, I was only thinking of ways to expedite things and finally excused myself from the table, claiming I had a few work-related emails to write. I made my way to my room and started cleaning myself up. I always make a point of being ready and clean for my tops, as I personally am not a big fan of scat. It also makes me more confident for long sessions, and I didn’t know for how long he wanted to play that evening. It took me a bit more than an hour to prepare and it was almost 10:30pm when I texted him that I was ready for him. -“Great, departing soon, I should be there around 11:15pm. I’ve been stroking my cock for the past two hours.” -“Can’t wait, Sir!” There I was, I was a just a few minutes away from what I had been wanting for so long. I had a little time to kill before his arrival. I climbed into bed, pulled my phone out and started browsing for porn. I was just wearing my black Nike gym shorts over my white jockstrap, with my white crew socks, no shirt. I just didn’t want to waste too much time undressing. I settled on a video I had found a few weeks earlier, my bottle of poppers ready in my hand. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ Watching this insanely hot scene, I started jerking my dick frantically, huffing as much poppers as I could take. I maybe watched it ten times, stopping myself right before shooting my load on multiple occasions. Around 11pm, I finally heard a light knock. I got up, dimmed the lights in the room and went to answer the door. -“Hey boy!” -“Hey!”. He made his way into the room before I could invite him to come in. There he stood, in front of me, after all those years. He was about 5’11, probably 180lbs, fit without being muscular, dark blond hair, shaved face, green eyes. He looked a bit heavier than he did on his BBRT pics but I didn’t mind. I don’t really have types when it comes to bodies and I’m more attracted to kinks and attitudes. And this one had known how to push my buttons and turn me on for a while. He was wearing grey shorts and a white tank top. It had been a hot day and I could smell he was sweating. He approached me, looking me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and stuck his tongue into my mouth. His embrace was strong and he was almost lifting me off the floor. His tongue was digging deeper and deeper and I could feel his saliva dripping down my throat. I could already feel his rock hard dick rubbing on my bare stomach through his shorts. I felt his grip tightening and guiding my head towards his left armpit. The scent of sweat assaulted my nose and he probably noticed my slight movement of surprise as he pushed my face back into his pit. -“Sniff those, boy! Better than poppers!” I complied, and the smell just got me higher and hornier than ever. I could feel his pit hair on my face. Once he was satisfied, he finally guided my head down to his crotch. I started licking his cock through his shorts. He must have been quite horny too as I could taste precum on the soaked fabric. -“Come on, boy. Show me how much you want my dick!” He was pushing his crotch against my face until he pushed me away to pull his shorts down, revealing an average-sized but hard as a rock dick. This sight got me out of my mind and I moved to put it into my mouth, before he stopped me. -“Look at me, boy! Look at me in the eyes!” I obeyed. -“You know what I want, boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“I want you to be my poz son! You want that, don’t you?” -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Good boy! I’ve been off my meds for the past two weeks! You sure you want it?” -“Yes!” -“Put it in your mouth now!” I was more than happy to comply and started licking the tip of his poz dick, trying to catch as much toxic precum as I could. He was holding my head while I slowly went down on his shaft, as deep as I could take it. -“Look at me, boy!” I looked up, my mouth full of his cock. -“Your first poz dick, and it’s now dripping my toxic precum down your throat.” My mind was rushing, I was just realizing what I was doing. I probably had a slight movement backwards because I felt his hands holding me in place. -“No time to back out now, I’ll make sure you go all the way!” He spotted my bottle of poppers on my nightstand, grabbed it and put it under my nose. -“Sniff, boy!” I took a big huff as he proceeded to pinch my nose to keep the vapours in. -“Enjoy, boy. You’ll need as much poppers as possible. I’m just getting started with you,we have the week!”

Chapter IX A week later, Victor heard the door bell rung. That evening, he was alone as the rest of his clan, still making the most of their youth were out. Some, like Jeff, was at the bathhouse scouting for a prospect. Luis and Drew on the other hand went for happy hours after finally editing Jeff's gangbang. Not only were they excited of what Jeff would think, but Drew also took a little pride in his editing skills, hoping that Victor would be impressed. In a way, the dynamic that formed within the household seemed very domestic. Clearly the bond the men had formed through their religion had become fruitful. None of them had much to worry about and everyone was assured that as long as the mission continues, with constant expansion, the reward would only be bigger and mightier. Victor opened the door to a cleaned, handsome fella that sported a cassock. Collar tight on the neck, almost reaching the chin. The man looked fresh and had a reassuring smile. It was as if he was born to be a preacher. The first thought Victor had was that this person might be a Jehovah's witness but before he spoke, John asked if this was where Drew lived. "How do you know Drew?" "We met once and I'd like to speak with him.." "Regarding?" "Oh you know.. the church and if he might be interested in.." Victor could sense John's bullshit from the moment he caught the gaze that laid on his crotch. With only a semi tied robe, Victor was freeballing, letting his shaft breathe while no one was home. "I think what you mean is if YOU'RE interested in the church that Drew is in...are you?" A bead of sweat was now gliding down his forehead. The cute crewcut he always had became a minor inconvenience. "Well, I'm not too sure about that but if he's not in then I guess I will just call him.." John was more nervous than usual. It was unlike him to be that way. At church, he was charismatic and stoic. Each sermon he gave contained zero stutter. But here, in front of this man whose cock is difficult to take eyes off, he was weak. Vulnerable. Ever since he met Drew, going back to the church felt different. It was less fulfilling. Even donning the outfit he's in now didn't feel right. He eased the collar to allow himself to cough and breathe before continuing, but Victor stopped him, reassuring him. "Don't worry now, you're in a safe space. You're John right? Drew mentioned to me about you. Why don't you come in and we'll wait for him and the rest.." Hands now on his arms, Victor guided John in as they walked to the living room. Victor's hands were on John's shoulder, gripping the suit's shoulder blade and circling the tight collar, his little way of teasing Father John. They sat across each other, with a fireplace diagonally from them. Though uncomfortable, John was slowly feeling turned on from the way Victor was looking at him. A small box was pulled out from under the coffee table and Victor revealed a pipe and a torch. "I assume you know this..? Would you like to be more comfortable?" "Oh.. yes.. that thing... I mean I do not smoke and it was Drew who did most of.." Again, before John could finish his sentence, Victor was lighting the pipe, inhaling and exhaling into John, shutting him up. A few exchanges more after and both were now in the right mood. "So John, there must be something that Drew said that convinced you to come here... How much do you know bout what he has been preaching?" The smirk Victor had was impossible to get rid off. John didn't say much, just that it has been a long time since someone like Drew had spoken of their beliefs with such confidence. It was the vigour he possessed, and the reward that his faith rewarded that left John with a lasting impression. The last time he had ever seen such conviction was when he was still young and witnessed a bishop visiting his town who spoke of temptation and desires. It had been a turning point for John to dedicate himself to the church after. What Drew said was an antithesis to what the bishop had said. The time he spent with Drew really did shake his faith. Victor had already sensed how strong John's belief was, or is. There was a conflict in him that had nudged him to go on a different path, one that he had not planned. It's the mysterious aspect of it that attracted John. It was also the dream that John had which solidified Victor's decision to offer Dionysus a new mortal. One that has already a strong sense of faith, but now convinced of another. It was this tilt in beliefs that would lead to a larger reward from Him. To make a pure soul willingly submit himself to corruption and desire was a feat that not many devotees have done. Victor now realized that Drew really was a gift from Bacchus as the rewards and prosperity they receive have increased exponentially since he met Drew. As they smoked more, John started to become more uninhibited and horny. It didn't help that the outfit he wore was making Victor hard. His cock protruded out of the robe and he pointed it to John, who automatically bent his head down. John knew how to suck cock and was salivating like a dog on a leash. Victor lit the pipe and they shotgunned each other. All while Victor explained the faith he found and his dedication to Dionysus to John, who listened harmoniously, hypnotized with little resistance in his throat to the girth that Victor possess. John knew that his faith was slowly changing, the belief was still strong, but the direction had differ. No longer did he feel as nervous as he did when he first appeared in front of Victor. With a slurp, he looked up to Victor, eyes locked and proclaimed: "I willingly submit to your God. Guide me and teach me how to dedicate myself to Him. I leave my previous faith with no afterthought, only the new faith that you shall impose on me" Without a stroke, Victor came onto John's face after and he lapped the cum all over him, chanting a cryptic verse with a deeper pitch. His hands were brushing the cum around his face, kissing him to ensure him that he had made the right decision. John let go himself, accepting whatever Victor was doing onto him. It was as if he was baptized from Victor's cum, warm and thicker than most cum he had seen. It was voluminous. Victor looked down instructed John to follow him upstairs. His robe now dropped on the floor, nude and exposed to John's delight. "Don't take your clothes off. You need to prove your dedication through blasphemy. Only then will your faith be authentic." Reaching the bed, Victor took a pair of scissors to cut John's sleeves, demanding that he buttoned up as before while his pants were now off. Victor always liked his boys in jocks so a leather one was put on. It was also fitting that he decided to place John onto the St Andrews cross, bounded with his ass exposed. "Stay here and be patient. It's not time yet." He fed John with more hits and tied his limbs tighter to secure John in a way that he was suspended on the cross. Victor exclaimed Wow as he saw the scars that Drew gave on him. It was a sense of pride that John felt, knowing how much knowledge he had passed onto Drew. Yet, it was still crucial that it was him who will offer John. The reward from an offer, after all, is passed from the leader to the pack. Red candles were used this time and because Drew was going to do the ritual by himself, more work was required. From John's bag, Victor took out a rosary and placed it around John, who couldn't care less of the previous life he had. The minotaur statue was repositioned to face John's back, and a pentagram was formed form a jar of salt that came from the dead sea. The candles were placed at each axis and as they lit, the bronze surface of the statue became more apparent. Victor was circling, holding a flog and whipping John, stronger than Drew could, making him scream so that his new God could hear him. Unlike Drew, Victor was more quiet and was whispering in chants, whipping John with little warning. After each whip, Victor would feed John with a hit that subsided the pain and electrified his nerves. Ultimately, what John went through was a form of pleasure that is required pain. It was sacred, being in his position, not knowing what Victor was about to do. His ass was now slowly being caressed and fingers were felt swirling around his hole. Finally, he told himself. It was unusual for Victor to even do what he was about to do next but he knew it was necessary for this special ritual. With his bare fist and moderate lube mixed with T, Victor's hand caved into John, stretching him with no warning, hoping that John's scream would summon Dionysus' attention. Immediately, the T liquidized into John and he returned to the state had had been with Drew a week ago. Victor got a quarter of his arm into John, ending with almost half of it before he couldn't go any further. John, shifting from his cries of pain, was now shouting with approval of YEAH...demanding John to go further. With a quick pull, Victor exited John and his hole was empty and hollow, in need of something to silence John's pleads. Unlike with Drew, Victor had no mercy with John as he was more confident in abandoning his beliefs to submit himself. The procedures of the ritual was also different than what Drew had went through. Victor had to commit himself more and so far, he was on the right trajectory. At every scream and moans John was giving, his faith was being tested as he had to willingly embrace the deity that he is offering himself to. The torture he was experiencing was needed to gain his trust and loyalty to Him. There had to be no doubts from John for his sacrifice is one whose magnitude is tenfold. Hours had probably passed and both Victor and John showed no signs of exhaustion. By the time Drew and Luis had returned, they could sense that something was happening in the bedroom. Both couldn't enter as the doors were shut tightly. They could only hear the chants that Victor was making and the screams of moans that came out of John, noises that Drew was familiar with. Both chose to wait outside, ears open to the noises that were coming out of the bedroom. However, both were also suddenly compelled to prostrate to the door, still and ready to be called. A strong wind formed in the bedroom and the candles began lighting brighter and dimmer. Victor was now fucking John, slowly and calmer than usual. "We need...to savour... every moment.." John hears Victor's whisper and closed his eyes, trying to clasp his ass onto the cock that slided into him with little resistance. It was also at this moment did John realize how much he enjoys getting his ass worked. He now thought of the many years he had wasted, not surrendering himself to offering his hole, how he would have been able to experience this feeling earlier in his life. Victor, with a kind of passion that is the complete opposite of how was earlier, was tender with John. At times, he had even thought of what he was currently doing felt more fulfilling than he had been compared with Drew. It was the nature of the ritual that slowly caused both of them to be in a frenzy. They weren't possessed, but compelled, similar to the others outside. Their visions had also started to change, a sort of blur mixed with extreme details at the periphery. For Victor and John, the change in their pupils turning fully black had transcended them. In a sort of trance, they were both making love on another pane of existence. Unlike the lewd state they were physically in, spiritually, they were both pure and was as close as they could get to Him. The minotaur statue was now animating itself into the being that John and Victor had saw in their dreams. The horns were now visible and its eyes were white, steam evaporating from its dark brown complexion. As Victor reached climax, the creature opened its arms and embraced them, engulfing them both with the cross that John was in. Victor now felt the creature impaling him, enhancing his own ejaculation into John. Every pulse being released into John was echoed by a roar that the creature cried. The heat was extremely high and it was as if they were both on fire, but neither suffered any burns. The creature roared again, mounting onto Victor who by now was controlled by it. John finally heard it speak through Victor.. "I accept your submission and devotion. Free yourself from the past and commit to seeking the ultimate pleasure. Surrender yourself to His corrupted seed to prove yourself" Hearing this, John screamed in his submission, finally freeing himself to his new faith. Any pain he felt before quickly disappeared and was forgotten. Still in their trance, Victor embraced John and thanked him, while John, now changed from being blessed by the creature, left Victor with a kiss. They both finally departed and snapped back into reality, drenched in excess sweat. The minotaur was back to its statue form and the door finally opened. Victor had turned weak and was holding himself onto John and the cross after the laborious event they had gone through. Drew and Luis, now conscious raised themselves to head into the room, fixated at how the men on the cross were both still, panting and extremely fatigued. Envy lingered in both of them. Sensing them, Victor slowly came down from John and slapped his ass, making him jolt as he would. With his head turned to the door, John, now with a new inflection in his voice, asked for both men to do their deed. "The ritual's not over yet, boys. Victor sure put on a show, but what's the point of our devotion if not shared? We are equals after all.." Without a thought, Drew made himself to John, impressed at how much he had changed. He was still in his ragged outfit with the rosary around his neck. The jock was partially torn and his back had a dark scar that resembled an animal attack. Drew took his time to appreciate John's body. With his hair and smooth complexion, he still reminded Drew of the man of the clergy. Yet it was apparent that this man was no longer the John he had spent the evening with. As he thrusted himself into John, the sensation he felt was different. It was the best ass he had felt in a while. In less than 5 minutes, he came and John winked at Luis, signalling that it was his turn. Even Luis couldn't last long, the orgasm he experienced after shooting himself into John wasn't like before. When John got off from the cross, the atmosphere had changed. He reeked of a desirable depravity that made anyone in his sight magnetized toward him. You could sense a sort of sinister desire when he is near, one that is impossible to resist. John's charisma, similar to how he was before improved, and anytime he makes eye contact with anyone, his influence was unbeatable. It is with John's addition that Victor was now able to lure more believers. John's role remained similar in a way, his sermons and preach were now directed at something that he was now proud of and had little shame. There was no hiding now for John. Jeff, who got back the day after felt as if he had been gone for a week. It was also with Jeff did John topped for the first time in a while. For Jeff, John had gave him his first anal orgasm that made him cum gallons. Even after Jeff had come, John was relentless in his thrust, trying to get milk his prostate more which made Jeff speechless and close to passing out. Only when John climaxed did he rest. There was little groan in his orgasm, only a strong huff that made him drool. For John, a fuck was only a fuck for he would immediately leave, leaving Jeff's hollow leaking hole on the bed, legs sorer than ever. With no hesitation, it was worth it for Jeff and he wouldn't pass up on another chance, even if he couldn't walk for days. John's offer lasted for a decade. All 5 men lived lavishly in their hedonistic lifestyle. They also aged little, going against the convention of time with how young they still looked. They chose to not expand until it was necessary. It also gave them the opportunity to plan. Victor played minimal role now in the cult they formed. It was Victor and John who were partners in dictating their next steps. Jeff was tactful in his gift giving, pozzing about 11 guys that stayed loyal to him. They would serve as backups to any offering when the time comes. Luis became more outgoing and turned out to be a sluttier cumdump than John. Just by bottoming, he had converted 3 guys, one who is married and is a CEO. Only in their 11th anniversary in worshiping Dionysus and maintaining the cult did John started to notice a new offer was needed after dreaming of the same minotaur, weaker and more fragile. The sympathy John felt was a sign that new believers were needed and that they couldn't keep their religion to themselves forever. As a way to celebrate the bond they had formed after 11 years, an orgy was conducted. Both Drew and John were on all fours, opposite of each other while Jeff and Luis were taking turns impaling them. Victor was a bystander, ensuring that the proper procedure was being followed. Drew and John had made a bet on who would come in who first. If one of them got bred first, then they would be responsible for scouting a prospect. Eventually, Jeff exploded himself into John. Luis and Drew were defeated. To officially end the orgy, Victor suggested that they fucked train style. Victor who was the founder after all, was first and got behind John who was behind Drew, who was inside Jeff, with Luis at the end. The goal was for all of them to climax in unison to prove that their ritual was valid. With John, it wasn't too difficult. After about 20 minutes, they came like dominos stumbling upon another. It was their final moment of debauchery before actual work was required. The plan was that they were going to now find 5 new devotees, 2 had to be married and below 40, 2 below 30 and 1 below 20. John theorized that with the age differences, proselytizing would be easier as they would branch onto their own age groups. There was also a plan for them to live in a commune, somewhere rural where they could produce and market their own T and live sufficiently by themselves. All of them were dedicated in their mission to satisfy Dionysus for they have experienced a kind of pleasure that compares to none. Victor who now acted as a ceremonial monarch, was content at how far they have come and how they are only just getting started.

MIGHT be fiction I got to know this couple (top and vers) from online website and been playing with them raw couple times on a bi-monthly basis. Lets call the top as (T) and vers as (B) One day while arranging for a hook up, the vers guy told me that he is poz and just started on meds. He added "could I still bb you, but I will pull out?" Not wanting to punish his honestly in disclosing his poz status to me as an acquaintance - i agreed to a raw session. First Raw Fuck with the newly Poz Vers (B) The mood was different, I can sense some unexplained tension in the air. I hugged B and shove my tongue down his throat re-assuring him - everything gonna be fine. That loosen the mood a little, and I striped him and smell his 8" cut cock, he quickly got erected upon me only smelling his balls and I start licking his shaft - admiring his upgraded cock. T was also 8" but he was wayyyyy thicker. From my past few sessions, i need to take B, before I could take T's cock. After some foreplay - B asked "you ready?". Yeah, and he started pushing his head in - my hard cock grew even harder until it hurts a little. It's the same cock, but the excitement was way different. He changed position and I was on my 4s, after another 5 mins - he announced that he is close. "you can shoot inside me if you want" me begging in heat. "Not a chance" , B said, and he pulled out and sprayed on my back. I felt a mixed feeling of relief and disappointment. "Thank you", B exclaimed, he said he lost few raw fuckbuddies since his diagnosis . (since this session, we agreed to bump up our session to weekly basis) 2nd Raw Poz fuck Same foreplay - but after he pulled out and cum on my belly, i swipe his cum and lick it and scoop the rest of his cum and lube my own arse. I wanted to show B that i'm comfortable with his cum. But that doesn't went down well. T refused to fuck me with his partner's poz spunk as lube. (subsequent week, i was not invited back for a rematch) 3rd Raw Poz fuck + breeding After a fortnight, the couple messaged again for a rematch, and I agreed. This time, when B is about to cum, his breathe grows heavier and strokes is more aggressive. He was missionary-ing me, and I hook my legs around B "What are you doing?" B Yelled, "I got to.. I .. oh FUCK" *LOUD GROAN* and it is too late, hence he just continue his aggressive pump and finish the deed. I was expecting T to storm off in anger again (especially i took B's poz load) - but this time - he surprised me. "you are a very naughty little kid, aint you" he got behind and RAMMED his thick cock and rough fucked me and added his neg load in me. (I got a thank you message from B that night, thanking me for bridging a gap between he and his partner) Subsequent Fucks Subsequent session, B was close again, this time he asked if he could breed me. I simply nodded and wrapped my legs around him, this time he doesn't struggle like an angry bull. He just thrusted it deep and came in me. He collapsed for about a minute and we kissed for another minute and I held his head and told him that a top need not ask if he could breed a bottom. Our subsequent fucks got even more natural - no more dumb questions, just pure breeding like what natural sex is all about.

First fag I ever used was at 15 yo while a high school student. I was always bigger and more muscular than your average and I knew a senior who would try to be discreet after PE but always wanted to look at my bulge. I knew he waited to be the last to jump in the shower so one day I went back in the locker room after everyone but him had left and talked him into letting me use his hole. I took him real hard in the last shower stall, dug my fingernails in his hips so I could have a better grip on his hole (he moved a lot). I bred him quickly and after that I used every school day until he graduated. how about you? When was the first time you bred someone? How old were you? What were the circumstances? My bigger point is since many faggots were born to serve, there are some of us who are born to be served.

Part 58 - The Shadow Of Being Royal Max and Franco spent so long talking, kissing and touching that they got so comfortable and dozed on and off until Alex returned. He smiled looking at the two of them mostly naked on their sides facing each other with Franco's arm across Max. Franco stirred feeling the bed move slightly thinking Max had shifted position, opening one eye he found Max still facing him then became aware of another body close to him. "Sorry didn't mean to wake you" Alex said quietly so not to wake Max. Franco rolled on his back "I should go and leave you two alone" he said rubbing his eyes. Alex patted his leg "Don't be silly, you are not the first to share this bed" he replied. Surprisingly for Alex he found that Franco didn't argue, Alex was knackered anyway from his busy day and fell asleep allowing himself to push his body up next to Franco's. He laid there with his eyes open and frequently glancing at the two men lying next to him. He got it. He was finding them both sexually attractive and could understand that they were simply two horny young men who had a love for sex, yet importantly their love for each other was indestructible. Franco smiled to himself knowing full well he saw many of the same traits in Tom, he didn't feel that sort of need and saw himself as more of a one on one type person. Artem was doing the early wake up shift and stood there with two cups of coffee rolling his eyes at seeing the third person laying in the bed fast asleep. Seeing Franco in between the prince and Max was not much of a surprise since he was aware the Franco and Max were spending some alone time together. He couldn't help moving closer to get a discreet look at Franco, his skin looked so soft and he was sure that it would be delectable to touch. Alex laid with his hand just below Franco's left nipple, and Max on his side facing Franco had one hand across his stomach. So many times he had walked in on a similar scene, yet this one felt different and definitely stung at his heart. Artem shook out of it placing the cup down and went around the other side of the bed placing the other cup down by Max and noticing he still had underwear on which gave him some kind of relief. "Good morning your royal highness, sir" Artem said in a loud voice, "Your coffee". Franco snapped his eyes open "Shit!" he cried out sitting up waking Alex and Max with a startle. Their eyes quickly met "I will bring you a coffee in Franco" Artem said bowing then leaving. "I shouldn't worry" Alex said patting Franco's back, "How did you both get on last night?" he asked. "He wouldn't fuck me!" Max complained then laughed sitting up kissing Franco on the cheek. Franco chuckled at his predicament "Well I never thought I would get caught like this!". Max leaned across Franco and kissed Alex "Nice evening?" he asked. Alex nodded "Busy but alright. So how did it go with you both?" he asked again. "Good" Franco replied smiling, "Such an interesting person you have here" he said. Alex cocked his head to one side "He is as much yours as mine Franco" he reminded him. Max laid back against the pillows "Nice kisser" he said sipping his coffee as Artem returned. Franco looked at him handing him a cup of coffee "Thank you Artem" he said softly. Artem nodded "Don't get use to it, I am not doing this every day" he said bowing and leaving. "Dam!" Alex exclaimed looking at Franco, "He is really in to you, how did I miss that?" he said. Franco stared at the door "I am not sure, he told me to hook up with Jack". "And?" Max asked putting his cup down, "Are you?". Franco shrugged "Honestly, Jack caught my eye but I am not sure about him" he replied. Max looked at him "Do what feels right Franco. Only don't leave it too long to act on it". Franco stayed for a few more minutes before dressing the leaving Alex and Max alone to get ready for their day ahead. Max suddenly remembered that today was the big TV interview at 4pm where Alex and he would sit down and be interviewed by the top TV station in Monrovia. Another coup that had been set up by the palace PR team due to enormous interest around the gay royal and the up coming marriage. Alex dressed with the help of Tom and Mateo assisting Max who was playing up this morning laughing as Mateo tried to get him dressed. Artem came rushing in looking worried carrying his phone. "The king is on his way here" he quickly said handing the phone to Alex, "Brace yourself!". "What on earth is the matter?" Alex asked looking between Artem and Max. Alex took the phone and read the Monrovia Morning Star papers headline 'Prince Alexander in Royal rumpy pumpy country orgy at Greenacres' he read aloud as the expression on his face dropped reading in detail about the supposed orgy that took place between Prince Alexander, his protection officer and valet during the royal summer break at Greenacres last year. Straight away he knew the only person who could have gone to the press, or who even knew anything that would do this. Alex handed the phone to Max "Artem are you alright?" he asked. "Yes. It is trash reporting, Liam just laughed when he read it" Artem replied as Liam came in. "You have seen it?" Liam asked looking at Alex who nodded, "Lipscombe has a lot to answer to". Alex looked at the screen again "Well he was the only person who apparently caught us" he said. Max slowly ready through the article "What do you make of it?" Alex asked him. "It will make the interview a little awkward this afternoon" Max replied scrolling through. "Like Artem said, trash reporting and just what he think he heard" Max added brushing it off. They could hear the king entering the lounge and heading towards the bedroom and dressing room. Alex sat down on the bench staring up at Max. "Your majesty" they all said standing and bowing, everyone else quickly left the room. Alex looked at his father "You look angry" he said lowering his head, "I am so sorry father". "Not with you Alex" his father replied, "Lipscombe has been arrested and is being charged". Max sat next to him putting his arm around him "What do we do?" Max asked. The king sat next to them "What ever it takes to bury this breach of confidentiality" he replied. "What do you suggest?" Alex asked looking at his father for guidance, "Lie?". "Tell Max everything about Greenacres. I mean everything!" the king replied. "He knows all of it and about Lipscombe" Alex replied and Max nodded confirming he did. "Good" the king said, "You can either be sort of honest or shroud the truth" he suggested. Alex looked up "I won't live with lies or secrets now I have Max" he said making it clear. The king nodded "I suggest you two decide what you will say then talk with the palace PR team". At the opposite end of the boulevard in the governor premiers mansion Adam Thebault owner of the morning star had been summoned and was now trying to explain things away to Steven who paced around his office looking angry. The words dirty money being thrown about and Adam was nervously sat there knowing full well that publishing the expose of royal life from someone who had been in service was a criminal offence due to the non disclosure agreements that existed between household staff and the government. The scandal was too irresistible for Adam not to go with it, now he could now be facing the same charges as a conspirator to undermine the royal family and the country of Monrovia. "So what are you going to do?" Adam asked, "Either way it will be in tomorrows paper". Steven turned to face him "You are in enough trouble so do not threaten me!" he replied. Adam looked quite smug "Face it, it is not all it seems behind those gilded walls" he remarked. Steven shook his head "Lipscombe never liked Prince Alexander, of course he was going to spread rumours". "It didn't seem like a rumour that he was telling me" Adam retorted almost gleefully. "You" Steven said emphasising the word, "Have no idea about the trouble the Prince went through". Adam sat forward "Then why don't you tell me and let me publish that" he replied. "Absolutely not" Steven told him, "The king is most upset what you have done, breaching their private lives". Adam shrugged "I now how much of a scoop this seems but it will have consequences" Steven told him. Adam sat forward "The palace has already revoked your access for the wedding" Steven advised him. "They can't do that the public have a right to know!" Adam said standing up looking angry. "As I said, your actions have consequences" Steven told him again, "Lipscombe is being charged". Adam shrugged "Who said it was Lipscombe" he replied calmly unsure how they knew it was him. Steven smiled "Seriously, do you think we would not know who was singing like a canary". They faced off for a moment "You may go. But think carefully what you print" Steven warned. As Adam left the office he received a message from the editor telling him that their offices were under siege from protestors already, angry over what they had printed about Prince Alexander. Adam stood there outside the governors mansion undecided if he should do any damage limitation before it all got out of hand, it was clear he had seriously underestimated the outpouring of support for the prince. He had no idea how the prince would react to this in his interview today. His day got worse reading another message advising that his source, Lipscombe, had been formally charged under the Monrovian Royal Protocol Act and the investigating officers had arrived with a team and warrant to search the papers offices. Only once before had the royal family or government acted so quickly and that was around the scandal of Princess Marie and her protection officer, even then they buried the story as the then governor premier promised to shut them down if they published anything. The one paper that ran it went out of business a year later since no one wanted to be associated to it. It was far from an oppressing regime, the loyalty of the people to Monrovia and the royal family brought its downfall by non association. He could now be facing the same problem. Louis stood in the security office of the palace as his passport was checked, then a phone call made to the palace and he was told to wait to be accompanied. Having flown in on the first flight that morning and reading the headlines that everyone was engrossed in he sat down on the comfy chair waiting. He was here at the invitation of Alex to spend a few days with Max and Gareth before the wedding and he jumped at the chance to have a good catch up with his two best friends. Franco walked in to see that Alex and Max didn't seem to bothered about the story and having returned from the palace PR teams office they had agreed with Alex's proposal for later in the day and this was now being run by the king and governor premier. "Your royal highness, sir. Louis is at the gate house" Franco said bowing his head. Alex nodded "Max 2.30pm for the pledge and oath then 4pm for the interview" he reminded Max. "I will be glad when this is over" Max said kissing him on the cheek, "See you at 1pm for lunch". Alex smiled "Sure you not bothered about this news thing?" Max asked making sure was okay. "Apart from the valet being involved, it is true" Alex replied then laughed, "Go and fetch Louis". Franco and Max arrived at the gate house and met up with a rather gobsmacked Louis seeing everything that Max and Gareth had told him over messages was actually true. He looked up the long driveway to the palace building before getting in the car. They drove Louis up to the palace then with Jackson they showed him to his room in the pad and he was given royal protocol instruction, then for the first time he formally met Alex as the prince instead of the holidaymaker. They had a nice cosy lunch in private whilst Max anxiously kept an eye on the time clearly distracted by every thing going on around the palace, Louis excited about the whole idea of staying in the palace was asking loads of questions keeping Alex entertained. Then queen was sat with the king enjoying a few quiet minutes before the governor premier arrived with the Archbishop of Victoria to the Church of Monrovia for the small private service about to be performed. With just three days until the wedding, the final touches were being done to the cathedral and plaza that were completely adorned with royal flags and the poles decorated with the purple colours of Prince Alexander and the coat of arms for the Dukedom of Montcalm, the decorations stretched from Balenciaga palace, around the plaza then along the boulevard to the governor premiers mansion. The palace was also being festooned in the same colour schemes. Inside the palace on the desk sat the box with the Sovereign Royal Star of Monrovia, it consisted of a solid silver centre with the royal insignia engraved in red, radiating out in twenty five branches of varying lengths that gave it the star shape, each silver branch was inlaid with small diamonds. Next to it was the Seal of Monrovia, these two items made up the official royal emblems worn only by the royal family. The archbishop looked at the star and seal then looked up "What about coronet?" he asked. The queen nodded "The Prince Leopold III coronet, I had the rubies replaced with sapphires". "Very well" the archbishop replied nodding to the queen in respect. The king looked at his wife slightly confused "He likes sapphires" she informed him. The king smiled and stood "We should proceed to the throne room, they will arrive shortly". The four of them stood and went out in to the main palace and towards the throne room accompanied by four footmen. Max was slightly nervous that he had to go through the last few formal protocols now and had been reviewing everything the governor premier had sent him and where to be for a final briefing on what to expect and how to formalise his pledge and oath. Most of it went right over Max's head and he just nodded in agreement. Max stood at the windows looking down at Balenciaga boulevard with Louis who was still trying to comprehend every thing that had happened to Max, let alone he was standing in a real life palace full of livered footmen and staff. "This is all for you?" Louis asked looking out of the window then leaning back against it. Max nodded "For the prince and myself" he replied staring out, "Can't believe it, now its here". Louis smiled "Well I for one am looking forward to party with with you all". Max laughed but looked slightly nervous "You look a little concerned" Louis said. "It is nothing, I am meeting with the head of the church in a moment" Max said looking at him. Louis chuckled "Are you being baptised or something?" he asked "I formally ask today and take the sovereign oath and pledge" Max replied, "I think I am ready". Louis hugged him "Your life is really going to change then?" he asked. Max chuckled "It already has, and still I have no idea what to expect really" he replied. "Are you ready Max?" Alex asked arriving, "Enjoying the palace?" he asked Louis. "You are kidding right?" Louis asked then laughed, "Happy to be here, where is Gareth?" he asked. Alex chuckled "He and Tom went for a stroll around the gardens" he said looking out of the window. Mateo appeared "Your royal highness, sir" he said bowing. "Mateo here will take you to the household lounge, Gareth is meeting you there" Alex said. Louis smiled and bowed "Your highness, thank you" he said, "We are still dining tonight?". "Of course, all of us will be" Max replied, "Sam is coming home today from military school as well". Louis chuckled "When did he turn from a stroppy teenager?" he asked causing Max to laugh. "My protection officer Franco did that by gaming with him all night" Max replied complaining. "Then there is Tom, close in age. And my brother, those two are inseparable" Alex added Mateo bowed to Alex and Max "We should all go" he said. "Well Mateo, I am in your hands now. See you guys at 7pm then" Louis said following Mateo. Alex and Max walked through the palace where they had been instructed to meet the governor premier in the receiving room. Steven bowed and addressing them both as they walked in. "I have to leave you now" Alex said to Max kissing him, "Don't scare him off" he warned Steven. "Your highness, this is the easy part where Max takes the royal oath" Steven replied. Alex smiled and nodded stepping back "Marrying Prince Alexander makes you royal Max" Steven said. "Okay" Max replied before the true enormity hit, "Oh! You mean real proper royal?" he asked. "Maybe, your title will be bestowed once the act of union is complete" Steven replied. "Act of union?" Max replied shaking his head, "You could call it marriage". Steven chuckled then looked seriously at him "It is more than marriage Max". "Hang on!" Max said stopping, "Whose surname do we take?" he asked. "Why the prince's of course" Steven replied, "No question, you are marrying royalty". "I don't need reminding Steven!" Max replied and looking a little nervous, "Do you know?" he asked. "I am the governor premier Max, of course I know" Steven said like it was nothing, "Come on one last time". Steven went on to give Max the final briefing and what would happen when he steps inside the throne room, reminding him what he needs to say and then take an oath then three pledges, one to the sovereign, one to Prince Alexander and one to the governor premier representing the citizens and country. It all seemed pretty straight forward to Max, he was half expecting to have to do something like this marrying the prince. Alex went off to the robing room behind the throne room to change in to his royal dress with Artem's help. The king and queen now in their sovereign robes took their position on the thrones, Alex taking up his position to the left of the queen since the position to the right of the king and sovereign stood Crown Prince Alden. The governor premier stood to the far right of the king a few steps down from the throne podium with the archbishop who held a large gold embossed bible. Four sovereign guards were also present, two stood at the doors and two at the foot of the podium guarding the royal family. Max felt his palms sweating as he stood with the four footmen outside the doors to the throne room, two in front and two behind. In essence this was a private ceremony and Max kept running through in his head what he had to say on entering in order to invoke the act of union formally. The two footman in front knocked and opened each door allowing Max to pass. On cue the two sovereign guards held their swords across in front of him to stop him going forward. "I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm present myself to receive the oath and pledge my service" Max said nervously. One of the guards then replied "What is your reason for taking the oath and pledge of service?". "To formally take the hand of Prince Alexander Albert Turon de Vasco in the act of union" Max replied. The two guards lifted their swords and the two footmen behind Max accompanied him across the large gold gilded throne room towards the podium of thrones where the royal family waited. Max noticing the only spectators in the room was the dowager queen who wore her Victoria tiara for the occasion and their own household of Liam, Franco, Artem, Mateo and Tom who looked slightly flustered having had to dash back from his walk with Gareth, Max's family were also present since they would need to take a pledge around discretion. Max approached the foot of the podium and noticed Hannes was one of the guards which gave him some relief. Again on cue they raised their ceremonial swords across blocking his path. The guard who questioned Max at the door marched forward announcing Max's intentions, the king nodded his acceptance and the guards stepped back. Max stepped forward and observed royal protocol addressing each member of the royal family and bowing. "State your reason for your audience with the sovereign" the archbishop asked stepping forward. "To claim Prince Alexander Albert Turon de Vasco in the act of union" Max replied. The archbishop looked at the king who nodded "And who blesses you as a commoner?" he asked. Steven stepped forward "I as governor premier of Monrovia and representing the governing senate do" he said. It was such a weird ceremony that took place as Max watched the archbishop, king and governor exchange phrases, Alex had no say in the act of union proceedings. It was now that Max really became aware that this was not about Alex but about himself being enacted to the royal family. The archbishop spoke "Maximilian Westwood-Lymm do you kneel before our sovereign King of Monrovia?". "I kneel before your sovereign The King of Monrovia" Max replied getting down on one knee. "Do you agree to take the Monrovian Sovereign Oath willingly?" he now asked. "I willingly take the Monrovian Sovereign Oath" Max replied. The archbishop stepped forward in front of Max and laid part of his silver and gold fascia on Max's head, The fascia was embroidered with a bundle of wooden rods and an axe bound together by leather thongs in the Roman symbol of power and authority "You do swear by Almighty God to be a true and faithful Servant unto The King's Majesty and the Sovereign Nation of Monrovia. You will not know or understand of any manner of thing to be attempted, done or spoken against His Majesty's Person, Honour, Crown or Dignity Royal. You will to your uttermost bear Faith and Allegiance to the King's Majesty and will assist and defend all civil and temporal Jurisdictions, Pre-eminences, and Authorities, granted to His Majesty and annexed to the Sovereign Act of Government, or otherwise, against all Foreign Princes, Persons, Prelates, States, or Potentates. And generally in all things you will do as a faithful and true Servant ought to do to His Majesty and the crown. So help you God". "So help me God" Max replied, he stood then bowed to the king "Your Majesty, I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm pledge that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to your Majesty King of Monrovia and your heirs and successors, according to the Monrovian Sovereign Oath". Max now turned to Prince Alexander "Your royal highness, I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm pledge my life to you, be faithful and bear true allegiance". Max now turned to the governor premier "I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm pledge my true allegiance to the Sovereign nation of Monrovia, the government and citizens". The king, Alex and governor premier stepped forward and place their hands on Max's head "We accept your pledges" the said in unison then stepped back. "Maximilian Westwood-Lymm you may step on to the throne podium, the oath and pledges exalt you to take your place at the side of Prince Alexander Albert Turon de Vasco. Whence the act of union completes your title designate will be bestowed and you become a faithful member of the Monrovian Royal Family" the archbishop announced. Max stepped forward and stood to the side of Alex who glanced at him and smiled, Alex now knew that this was not just a simple oath and pledge. It was the prerequisite to Max gaining a significant title on their marriage. The archbishop did the final blessing then stepped back off the podium and bowed, the governor premier followed on as did the sovereign guards and footmen bringing an end to the ceremony. Max now stood quietly by Alex's side as his parents and Sam now took their pledge of discretion. The day was far from over as they now had a quick change for the interview then off to the cathedral on the plaza for the final full rehearsal. For the first time the interview was to take place in the formal lounge of the royal family, which also happened to be Max's favourite room in the families residence of the palace. The TV crew were all set up and going through their final briefings with the palace PR and security teams when Alex and Max arrived precisely on the dot. In fifteen minutes the interview would be broadcasted live. The number one anchor man in Monrovia Ben Alstrom was doing the interview. At thirty years old he was incredibly dashing albeit with a shady history of gang bangs and orgies until he settled down five years ago and married his girlfriend from school. His history was hidden since those wild partying days involved men and women and he needed to keep a squeaky clean image now fronting the most popular news programme in the country. Alex probably felt more nervous walking in to the room and seeing the camera there setup and pointing to the red velvet sofa and the chair opposite, ready to capture everything. "Your royal highness, sir" Ben said bowing his head, "This is such an honour" he enthused. Shaking hands and sitting down "Before we go live do I broach the subject?" Ben asked. Alex nodded "I guess everyone wants to hear our take" he replied and Ben looked at Max who nodded. "Listen if you feel uncomfortable just tap the arm rest of the sofa" Ben informed them both. Max nodded "Are you not going to grill us over it then?" he asked finding his voice. Ben looked around and leaned forward "We all have history we want to keep hidden" he said winking. It was an assurance that Max got straight away and suddenly found that just maybe, Ben was more on their side and not going to cause any embarrassment. The king and queen stood at the back just out of view with the palace PR team ready to intercept if things got seriously awkward. He finished giving them a brief overview of the questions and they now had a few minutes before they went live. A few minutes that seemed to drag on and on for Max nervously watching the camera operator, today marked the formal start of the whole wedding even though it was still three days away. Alex was chatting to Ben and he glanced to Max and moved his hand holding Max's and giving it a little squeeze of encouragement. Max returned his focus to Ben and Alex as the camera operator now counted them down from ten, his voice audible until he got to four then used his fingers only until he pointed to Ben. His dulcet tones filled the air and were almost seductive as he spoke in to the camera, the excitement in his voice plain to hear as he announced the interview and the camera panned out to Alex and Max. Even the queen felt nervous and grabbed the kings hand holding it tight and unsure what direction this was going in. Alex ever the professional kept his voice steady and always retained a slight smile, speaking clearly and concisely about the few days over the wedding and what ceremonies were taking place. Max watched Alex so lovingly that no one would have even guessed he was nervous, watching his man so eloquently speaking actually gave him such a confidence boost. "Now I am sure that everyone watching is a little jealous of you Max" Ben said smiling. Max glanced at Alex and smiled "I would hope more happy than jealous" he replied with a quick laugh. Ben nodded "So Max, when did you know Prince Alexander was the person for you?" he asked. Ben smiled and squeezed Alex's hand that Ben and the camera picked up on "Well I didn't at first. I fell in love with a person called Alex first and foremost. When we met in Mauritius on the beach he was Alex, just a person sitting on the beach. And well... when you know you know, I loved everything about him, the funny, very kind hearted and loving person he is. An absolute credit to his parents and how they raised him, not only as a prince but a person who has a very good grip on life and reality" he said finishing and hoping it was all good. "But it wasn't all plain sailing between you at first?" Ben asked looking at Max and Alex. Alex chuckled "It wasn't easy when Max found out who I was, when we met again it was fluke". "Ah yes, in London at the charity conference" Ben added making it clear he knew. "He freaked me out!" Max said seriously to laughter in the room, "I mean really freaked me out". Ben laughed "But you got your prince in the end" he said nodding his head. Ben put his clipboard down "I am sure you are aware of the Morning Star headlines today" he said. They nodded "Yes" Alex replied, "I never expected to be reading something like that today". "Quite surprising really that a paper would even contemplate printing that, Max?" Ben asked. Max found the attention on him from everyone in the room and thought that Alex would be taking the question. Max shrugged and his eyes caught the king who nodded "I am not sure what you would like me to say about it, it all happened before I was officially with Prince Alexander. Saying that the prince and I have no secrets in our relationship. I know what was going down at the time in Greenacres and an orgy was certainly not taking place. I think it is important to put into perspective the life Prince Alexander leads and that I now know having my own protection officer. There has to exist a very close bond and understanding between you to be effective. It isn't simply a matter of keeping royalty safe but also being someone they can talk to and fell relaxed around. Prince Alexander has a great relationship with his protection officer, as does his family. I am also finding this out with my protection officer. Some people find things in life difficult to put in to perspective and can lead them to feeling down when looking at their future. But when you have two incredible people around to support you it keeps you focused. They have also helped me no end adjusting to the changes I have gone through" he said then paused and glanced at Alex then back at Ben "He is a bit needy at times if he gets bored!" Max then remarked which caused the room to laugh easing any tension that may have surfaced. Being put on the spot like that had made Max shine, he never made any actual denial or confirmation and cleverly worded and spun the story around. Ben now looked at Alex for comment "Ben, I am not needy in the slightest" he exclaimed, "Well a little, sometimes!" he said, Ben laughed and Max rolled his eyes shaking his head "Last year was difficult, having met Max then forgetting to get his number before he flew home. Then all the decision and uncertainty I was going through at coming out let alone coming of age. It was a lot to take in and I will admit there were many days that I felt a little alone, they were decisions only I could make and the support of my household staff was incredibly important to me". Ben nodded "Now the big day itself is close. How are you both feeling?" he asked. Alex smiled "I can't wait to marry Max and start our life together" he replied. Max nodded "Same here, I love this man more than anything, plus his parents are really cool". Ben laughed "You are charming Max and it is evident by how much the people in Monrovia love you". Alex smiled "I love him the most though!" he said getting a word in as laughter erupted. Ben smiled "Thank you, it has been an honour and good luck for the day" Ben said wrapping it up. "And were off" the camera operator announced to a large applause. Ben stood up "Well done Max, your answer was exceptional" he said as the king and queen came over. Alex gave him a huge hug mostly in relief that it was over but also how Max had carried himself through out the interview, Ben spoke with the king and queen briefly then left saying good bye to Alex and Max. "We are so proud of both of you" the queen said looking emotional. "Indeed" the king added in agreement, "Right we should change and set off for rehearsals". The rehearsal took mostly the same format as before only this time after the union rehearsal was completed the archbishop lead Max and Alex to the private anointing chapel where Max was run through when to kneel in front of the king and archbishop and told when to stand and walk back out to the main nave. To Max is all seemed quite simple and was actually looking forward to getting this over with and finally getting Alex as his husband. Outside of the cathedral the changes were becoming visible, entourages of cars carrying royalty from all over the world had begun to descend on Monrovia. Ambassadors from the embassies were also arriving along with dignitaries that had been specially invited. All of the royalty were taking up residence in the palaces guest wing where they would all dine and socialise in the guest dining rooms and lounges. The king and queen there to meet all their close and distant royal relatives as each one arrived at their given times to ensure no one out did the other. The dowager queen would be playing host over meal times until the night before the wedding when there would be the first banquet come rehearsal dinner where all guests would be able to mingle, royalty, nobility and friends that all dined together under the kings instruction of no protocol during the banquet. Stephanie and Lawrence had given up Dunbar house for their own relatives to use whilst they moved in to the palace, they were ready to rake a room in the pad before the queen put her foot down and said they could have Alex's old quarters to give them more space. The queen also appointed them a footman to look after their needs. No sooner that had arrived at the palace that Max's mother went out shopping with the queen to her favourite boutique that happened to be owned by Josh. The king and Lawrence went out for a gentle ride around the grounds to get away from wedding preparations and find Gareth for a catch up.

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I used to work in the IT world. About a good 7 years ago I was doing some server upgrades very late night with this other tech. He was openly gay very smart and we were in the server room for sometime waiting for backups and restores to complete before upgrading the servers. We were cracking jokes at each other about sex and he didnt know if I was bi. I was on a step stool running cables and he joke perfect hight for a BJ as he laughed. I looked down and it got me hot for some weird reason and said Yea it is, you should go for it! I laughed. I was surprised he went for it and unzipped my pants, unbuckeled the belt and grabbed my cock and started to suck it as I grabbed the rafters so i wouldn't fall. I was standing there as he sucked for some time and it was amazing! I was about to blow and couldn't take it and more I got down and laid on the desk in there so he can finish. He was sucking and started to put a few fingers on my hole and i got so hard! He saw i liked it and sucked my balls a bit and then back to sucking my cock thrusting his fingers in my hole and he said You like where my fingers are ? I said definitely.. He sucked so fast and hard I shot a great load! He dropped his pants fast and flipped me over pulled my leggs down so I was bent over the desk and started to fuck me pretty hard. I grab the other end of the desk to hold on as he kept thrusting hard till he moaned and shot a load in me.. It was so good i laid bet over for a bit then got up and cleaned up. Small mess but so worth it. He laughed and said I had a feeling we were going to have fun tonight but not like this.. Thank got we brought the network down so the security cameras were off. That would have been a disaster. We finished the job and went to breakfast. We talked for a while and he said I sould hang with him and his friends. We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.

Part 1. Billy was and average kid. He didn't perform that well in school and didn't have any college prospects. He had just turned 18 and his mother told him he would have to go work for his jerk of a stepdad. His stepdad was a racist, a typical jock and aggressive. Billy's mother turned cold after his real father passed away and forgot almost that he and his sister existed. His older brother Tom, who was 32 cut ties with their mother as soon as she got remarried and they didn't hear anything from him. Billy was athletically built and he ran track. He had short blonde hair and grey blue eyes. He had a bubble butt on him and an 8 inch cut cock. He had a few girlfriends in high school but he always felt that he wasn't that much attracted to them. Bill started to notice the muscular bodies a of his class mates and their bulges. He got a phone in his senior year and he started to search for bisexual porn and then gay porn. He used to jerk of many nights. The one night his mother was out of town to some bible conference. His stepdad was getting pissed at the local bar. He took advantage of this and he went into the main living room. Using his phone and the smart tv he put on some gay porn. It was a twink getting bred by 2 older daddy types. He was stroking his cock and he was so close to cumming when he heard his stepdad's voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Faggot. Watching this filthy shit in my house. Take your stuff and get out!" That night Billy was kicked out with nothing but the clothes on his back. He slept on a park bench. None of his friends were able to help him and his sister told some of them he was a fag. He felt lost. The next day he decided that he was going to use the last money he had and buy a bus ticket and try and find his brother. When he came to the counter he found out that he didn't have enough money. He only needed a few dollars more and he asked people by the bus stop for money. By nightfall he still hadn't scraped enough money together. When he went for a piss by the urinal in the bathroom an older guy stood next to him. He unzipped and took out the longest cock Billy had ever seen. "Hey buddy. I heard you needed some money. I'm willing to help you out if you do me a favor" That night Billy sucked his first cock and he got 20 bucks for it. He felt dirty, but also kind of horned up by this. He took a bus to Chicago that same night. The bus arrived in Chicago the next morning. Billy spent most of the day asking around bars if people new his brother. The last Billy heard his brother worked at a bar. By the end of the day his feet were tired. He looked for a place to rest his head. He found a spot in an alley underneath a box behind a trash skip. He slept for a few hours untill he heard voices. Two guys were discussing a drug deal. The one guy almost looked like Post Malone and the other guy was a young guy, not a bit older than him. "Adrian I've told you before. I don't give out anything for free. Pay up or I cut you off". "Please Tyler I need to get wired to work. It helps take the edge off". "You can suck me for half a gram" Tyler took his cock out of his baggy jeans. It was a 9 inch cut cock. The twink proceeded to suck the guys cock. It was the hottest thing Billy had ever seen. He didn't know why this turned him on so much. He felt disappointed in himself. Tyler gave a soft groan and he came in the twinks mouth. The twink stood up and left. Tyler was standing in the alley and he took out a long pipe with a bulb on the end. He put some rocks into it. Next he took out lighter and put the flame under the bulb. Smoke started to form in the bulb and he took a long drag and blew out. He had this satisfied look on his face. Tyler was tall, had the body of a body builder. He was tattooed on his arms, in his neck and on his face. He was bald and had hazel eyes. He had a smile that made him look like a naughty school boy. He couldn't be much older than 24. Billy was mesmerized. "You're not a snitch are you? Didn't think I didn't see you there. First thought you were a hobo. But you're much too clean looking. What's your name and what are you doing here in the alley?" Billy introduced himself and told his story. "Do you want to crash at my place? Promise you don't have to do anything you don't want to. 20 minutes later Billy arrived at Tyler's place. It was a rooftop apartment in a brownstone apartment building. Tyler told him that he lived with his dad. The place had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, open plan kitchen and a balcony looking out on a park with many trees. In Tyler's room there was a big bed, covered with black pvc. There was a sling. Two screens connected to a laptop. Lots of cameras mounted on stands, mirrors all around and a coffee table with different drugs on it, syringes, pipes, a waterbong, different butt plugs and toys were scattered on the floor, on his ceiling there was a huge pentagram. Billy asked what the cameras was for. Tyler explained that he had an onlyfans site on Twitter. "You can put your stuff there in the corner and come sit on the bed. We can listen to some music and chat before sleeping. Make yourself comfortable" Billy took his shoes and his jacket off and sat on the bed. Tyler put on some music and sat next to him. "So Tyler is your dad cool with me staying over? He must be pretty open minded with all these sex toys and drugs laying around?". "Yeah, he is okay with it. This is a tough neighborhood and you learn how to manage. My dad went to jail for robbing a convenience store when I was 14 and I stayed with my cousins. I bought this apartment and when my dad came out of jail he came to live with me. I hope this is too much for you. " Billy didn't want to offend Tyler. His own mom and stepdad weren't perfect and the basically rejected him. He also didn't want to be on the street." No it's cool. So what were you smoking earlier. I've smoked weed before but never that. What does it do?". "It gives you lots of energy, makes you feel very good and also a bit horny. I like smoking after getting a blowjob. Feels amazing. I've got some if you want to try? Don't worry you don't need to pay. Newbies don't pay. I will show you how to smoke it" Tyler took the same long pipe out. There was still some T left in the bulb. He put the flame under the bulb. When smoke started to form he slowly turned the pipe and took a long drag. He kept it in for a moment and then blew out. "You're turn". Billy knew he probably shouldn't be doing hard drugs but he argued that his old life was over. He didn't find his brother. He could just let go. Nobody knew him here. Tyler held the stem of the pipe to his lips. He put some more crystals into the bulb. He lit the lighter. Billy saw the crystals melt. Tyler showed with his hand for him to wait. After a nice puddle formed Tyler gave him a thumbs up. Tyler touched his hand to guide him to turn the stem with their fingers touching. Billy inhaled the smoke and he tried to get a lot of it into his lungs. He wanted to blow as big a cloud as Tyler. After a few seconds he stopped inhaling. Again Tyler showed him to wait. He waited for a long time. It felt as if his lunga were going to burst. At last Tyler gave him a thumbs up again. He blew a big cloud out, almost as big as Tyler's. Billy and Tyler continued to take a few more hits. Tyler went to his laptop and turned it on. He put on some porn. It was a sketchysex video. Some twink was getting raw dogged by a lot of guys. "So Billy did you enjoy seeing my show in the alley" "I have to admit is was kind of hot seeing the guy have to suck you off for drugs. Reminded me of the guy I had to suck off too afford a bus ticket to get to Chicago. I felt disgusted but also turned on." "Look Billy nobody can judge you. We all do what we can to get by. I had to earn my keep when I lived with my cousins. I didn't intend to become a dealer. But the money is good and I get access to a lot of things other people don't. I also can't judge me father for what he did after jail. He did what he had to, to get out". Billy was curious to know what Tyler's dad did but he also didn't want to ask and insult him. Tyler took his shirt off and his jeans. He was laying there in his jockstrap. Billy decided that he also wanted to get more comfortable and took his t-shirt and shorts. He had boxers on. Not as sexy as the jockstrap Tyler was wearing. Tyler was busy changing the porn. He could see Tyler on the screen in the same room they were in. He was completely naked. The same street hustler that sucked Tyler off was on the bed with him. Tyler was showing him how to smoke the pipe just like he showed Billy. A few scenes later the hustler was sucking Tyler's cock and blowing clouds on it. Billy was liking what he was seeing and his cock was rock hard. He was stroking himself through his boxers. He looked over at Tyler. Tyler was completely naked and stroking his own cock. It seemed to look alot bigger in person. Tyler was smoking from the pipe again and it seemed as if his cock got harder and bigger with each pull of the pipe. Billy looked his body up and down. He had a six pack and treasure trail from his chest to below his navel. His cock and balls were clean shaven. Billy had almost no hair on his body but he had a thick bush and his hole also had hair. "You like what you see? You can touch if you want to. Billy didn't hesitate and touched from Tyler's pierced nipples down to his hard cock. Tyler also proceeded to feel Billy's body. He rubbed Billy's chest and stomach. Stroked gently with his fingers over Billy's cock taking it in his palm. Tyler surprised Billy by kissing him on the lips. Billy kissed him back. They made out for a few minutes. Tyler's embraced him and Billy felt as if he would melt. "How do you feel Billy? You okay?". " I feel amazing. Feels as if my body is tingling all over. I am so horny now and you are so hot. Doesn't feel as if I can compare or deserve it." I wouldn't be smoking and making out with you if I wasn't attracted to you. You just need someone to guide you and to help you feel awesome. I can be that person if that is okay with you? But you will have to listen to me and do everything I instruct you to do". " Yeah I want that. Show me. Please teach me." "Look in my closet. You will see there is an electric shaver, a black leather jockstrap. Hanging in the cupboard there is a leather harness. Also take it out. Then follow me and lets go to the bathroom." Spun Billy followed Tyler into the bathroom. Tyler shaved his cock with the shaver and then with water and a razor. He told Billy to squat over the bath. Tyler shaved Billy's hole. He then washed the of his freshly shaved cock, balls and hole. Billy felt so high and free. Tyler then told Billy to get into the shower. He told Billy how to use the douche attachment and to clean out until it was clear. Billy enjoyed this part. He liked the feel of the lukewarm water in his hole. Tyler stood not far away and smiled at Billy's ecstatic face. When done cleaning the went back into the bedroom. "Billy I want you to rest your back against this cushion" Billy lay down with his back against the cushion. His head was rested so that he could still see the screens. Tyler took out straps from behind the bed and put Billy's legs into it. This spread him so that his legs were back and his hole was lifted a bit higher and exposed. Tyler went to his laptop and turned on the cameras and few lights. On the one screen porn was playing. On the other Billy could see himself spread eagled. His now freshly shaved balls, cock n ass. His cock pumped blood when he saw himself. "Do you see. You are much hotter than you think. Look at your sexy boy hole and cock. Bet you didn't think you could look like a porn star. The next step in your path to superstardom is me putting something in your boy hole. But don't worry I will start off small" Tyler gave an evil grin. He reached for a baggie full of T on the table. He selected a sizable rock. He kneeled by Billy's hole and put the rock somewhere nearby. Tyler started to lick the outer rim of Billy's hole. He worked his tongue in and ate Billy's ass like a pro. This drove Billy wild and he was moaning like a bitch in heat. After a few minutes Tyler took a bottle full of jlube of the tabe and fingered Billy with first one finger and then 2 fingers. Billy could feel every stroke on his nerve endings and he felt immense pleasures. Little did he know that Tyler planned to rev up the ecstasy. Tyler wiped his fingers on a cloth. Billy's hole was wet enough to accommodate what was coming next without to much discomfort. Tyler reached for the shard, put it between two fingers and pushed the shard into Billy's virgin hole. Billy could feel a slight burning sensation. He hissed like a snake. Tyler kept one finger in and gently rotated it. The burning sensation turned into a pleasant warmth accompanied with a tingle. He could feel his ass muscles clench the finger and release. Clench and release. If he had to describe it. His hole was HUNGRY! Tyler fingered Billy a bit more. He fingered him until he had about 4 fingers in Billy's boy hole. He hoped this would help Billy take his raw cock. When fully erect Tyler's cock was 8 inches long and bear can thick. Tyler took a poppers bottle and told Billy how to take hits from the bottle. Billy in that moment felt as if his head was swimming when inhaling the poppers. He loved Tyler playing with his ass and he felt the happiest he had ever been. When looking at himself on the screen he could see Tyler in between his legs and the lips of his ass hole around his fingers. It made his cock throb. A little bit of precum was dribbling from his cock head. Billy looked at his face. It was pure lust. He was grinning from ear to ear and moaning. He was in a semi trance state. He saw Tyler withdraw his hand. He felt a sense of loss. He could see the he despair on his face. Tyler stood up and his hips were level with Billy's hole that was opening and closing in a twitching movement. Tyler reached for a camera stand that was behind him. He brought the camera closer. It was now angled to point at Billy's hole. Tyler turned the camera on.. He reached for a remote, pressed a few buttons. The screen now changed. It was split so that Billy could see his twitching hole up close, himself from top, from the side and a view from the back where he could see Tyler's ass, hole balls and long shaft dangling. On the side of the screen he saw a vertical bar with names and messages. All of a sudden he felt something wet and warm pressing against his boy button. He stopped reading the dirty messages and looked at the split screens. In the up close screen he could see Tyler's cock head press against his sphincter. "Look me in the eyes Billy" Billy looked into Tyler's eyes and it seemed like he could see into his soul. He felt a chill in other parts of his body but where Tyler's cock was trying to gain entry he could feel awat radiating. "Billy it isn't just coincidence that you happened to end up here in my apartment. He planned it. He wants you to offer up your most prized possession. One you didn't even know existed. He can give you so much power. You just have to accept the gift that he wants to give you. " Billy gasped. He heard a pop sound and all of his a sudden he felt his sphincter stretch wider than it had ever been. Tyler told him that he was as thick as a bear can, however the mushroom head felt and looked more like the thick end of a 1 litre Pepsi bottle. Billy's eyes were tearing and he heif felt as if his ass mucles and lips would tear. "It's okay Billy take a few deep hits of poppers. Those tears will soon be tear tears of joy" Billy inhaled the poppers deeply a few times. He felt his hole start to relax. The uncomfortable feeling soon became enjoyable. "So Billy you never asked me what my father did. Well I am going to tell you. In jail he loaned money from a very sick twisted guy. He gave me up as collateral. He couldn't pay so in the end they came to collect. They abducted me and whored me out to any guy they could get a buck out of. For 4 months I was used as a cumdump and urinal. I became very sick during my stay in their cell. I contracted AIDS from my abuse. When they dropped my frail body at this very apartment I vowed that I would become more powerful and make the best of my predicament. I vowed to give my soul to Sarah Palin and do His bidding. I have initiated many brothers and tonight I am going to help you become as powerful as I am. I see you’re cock is gushing precum. You are just as perverted as I am. I saw the darkness and greatness in you. Tonight you will be my blonde boy that I sacrifice to the Devil. Do you accept your fate? My toxic aids cum? Do you want me to breed and infect you?” Billy felt the mushroom cock head in him pulse. He could only assume it was precum. Tyler’s highly toxic precum was dripping into his virgin boy hole. He thought about what Tyler said. He never was religious or anything but he could feel there was evil in the air. He felt scared and in awe. He didn’t have a family anymore. He would at least have a bond with someone even if it was a demon. He also had a desire to be fucked. He was horned out of his mind. He opened his mouth “Yes Tyler I want you to infect me with your toxic cum and give myself to Sarah Palin” Tyler looked like a proud father looking down on his son. “Okay look up and repeat after me. I hereby denounce Jesus Christ as my savior. I give my soul to Lucifer the only true god. I accept the gift that his servant wants to bestow on me.” “Seems like I showed up just in time. A guy who looked alroom.as if he could be a double for Freddie Mercury , he was what was best described as a an otter. On his chest was tattooed99. Below his navel was a Biohazard tattoo. His nipples and cock were pierced. He had a 10 inch shaved cock. Not as thick as Tyler’s but also girthy, but with a huge ballsack. “Hi I am Fred, Tyler’s dad. My son can be a bit of a drama queen. He bet he didn’t tell you how he got me back when he was returned to me. He beat the shit out of me. He dragged me to a park, tied me to a tree and he forced that thick cock of his into my arse. He forced himself into me. That night I was violated by at least 40 men. My hole still can’t close properly. I will bestow some kindness onto you to ease your transition.” Fred took three points out of his pocket, two were clear and the other was filled with blood and a little bit of water. Fred took is belt out he. He sat next to Billy on the bed, he used the belt to tie Billy’s arm off. He rested Billy’s arm on his lap and felt for a vein. He found one pretty easily as Billy had almost no body fat and his veins popped easlily. “So son what I have hear in my hand is a syringe filled with my own toxic blood, 0.5 meth and a little bit of water. Once I inject this into your bloodstream you will most definitely have our virus. You will also feel as if Sarah Palin himself is in the room” Fred put the needle with expert precision into Billy’s vein. He withdraw the plunger. The syringe filled with more blood of a different color. Fred let the blood mix. He slowly inserted the mixture into Billy’s bloodstream. He took the belt off and lifted Billy’s arm. Billy took a sharp breath. He had a coughing fit. His felt the most intense rush he ever felt before. He felt so happy and horny. He started to gyrate his hips on Tyler’s cock. “Tyler please breed me. I want your Aids. Fuck Christ!” Tyler reached for on of the clear points. “He quickly found a vein on his muscular arms and slammed himself. You could see his whole body react to the slam. He gave an evil laugh and pushed as hard and fast as he could into Billy’s boy hole. Billy gave something between a gasp and a moan. Tyler was now balls deep in the boy’s hole. Billy now had his first raw cock filling him up. He could feel Tyler’s heart beating in him. His cock felt so warm. He heard a cough behind him. Fred just finished his slam. He put the poppers bottle underneath Billy’s mouth. He closed Billy’s nostrils with his hand and Billy breathed the poppers in through his mouth. Fred released his hand from his nose. He felt something slick drip on his lips. Fred was bringing his cock close to Billy’s mouth. His cock was leaking lots of precum. Billy could smell his cock. It smelled of piss and had an intoxicating smell. He opened his mouth and started to suck the 10 inch cock. Billy liked sucking this cock. Tyler withdrew his cock completely. Billy felt a void where the immense throbbing heat was just earlier. Then Tyler began to fuck his cock in and out of Billy’s neg boy hole. He loved the feeling of the skin on skin and his ass prostate being rubbed. This rhythmic fucking went on for at least an hour. Billy was so enthralled in pleasure that he didn’t notice Fred went to sit at the laptop as soon as he came in Billy’s mouth. A dribble of cum was on the boy’s lips. Fred was on a site placing an ad. The site was called bbrt. Billy’s attention was agin brought back to his hole being pounded when Tyler picked up the pace. His breathing was louder and he was fucking deeper into Billy. “I’m going to cum you fuckn slut! Take my poz cum!” Tyler emptied his load into Billy and gave a hard moan. “Fuck yeah!”

I get real horned when it's hot. It's almost 40 degrees today and me, my fuckboy, Drew and my buddy Steve were out in the hot sun all afternoon. When we got back to my place our t shirts and shorts were soaked in our sweat and we all had solid hardons. We got naked and piled onto the bed. Steve and I made Drew eat out our assholes. I licked the sweat from Steve's pits - man he smelled so fukkin good. Then me and Steve tag-fucked Drew and pumped our seed up his ass. Finally Steve took Drew's balls in his mouth and I sucked on his cock until he shot his load down my throat, then we lay in a sweaty pile enjoying each others muse scent.

Another excellent chapter @losolent. Being mean and bitter never gets you anywhere as Lipscombe found out. Your description of the protocols is amazing, are you sure you don't have some inside knowledge of the workings of palace life LOL. Looking forward to the next chapter. This must be one of your longest stories and for that we are all much appreciative.

Chapter VIII Every time Drew makes his way back home after his jog, he would pass by a junction that he had to cross. Right by the traffic light was a church that was quite popular. On Sundays, he would see a crowd forming outside right before noon. From a distance, there was the pastor. Or the priest. Drew only started to become religious recently. All he knew was that the man in the formal attire, collared tight up to the neck was the one in charge of this particular church. Usually, Drew wouldn't think much bout passing by this corner. He had already been scouting other places of worship, trying his luck to find someone who was already responding to a higher calling. However, Drew was still a slut and could never stop himself from checking Grindr every 10 minutes. It was only at this corner that an anonymous profile with only its description being discreet would appear on the most top left corner of Drew's screen. The description, though vague with just age and height, coincidentally match the priest. It was only during one rainy Sunday, when service didn't have a great turnout that Drew decided to take action. Within 5 minutes, after sending the first What's up, the anonymous profile replied with photos of an 8 inch dick, circumsised and a bare ass being shown on a twin bed. Faceless, of course though that didn't change Drew's interest in the slightest. Drew only replied Hot, but I need face pics. Drew was about to start walking home since he was already drenched and there had been no reply for at least 10 minutes. A disappearing photo was sent and a text after that pleaded him to keep it between them since he really wants to be discreet. Drew smiled as he saw the photo of the priest, a bit unshaven than usual and in a tanktop, sitting on the bed. In his natural habitat. Rather than going straight for him, Drew started to make light conversations with him, trying to get to know him. His name was John and using Grindr was his only escape that he felt was his biggest sin. He was about 32 and was recently anointed. He came from a rural town in Saskatchewan and couldn't give up the opportunity to move to the big city. At every reply, John would always remind Drew how he was discreet and that if they met, they would just fool around, nothing more. At this point Drew reasoned that they both have gotten to know each other so well, why not cherish it? It would be their little secret. After all, Drew retorted, isn't it commanded for one to love thy neighbour? It took about a month of frequent back and forth messages and midnight texts for John to finally suggest that they meet. He suggested a budget rundown hotel that was a few blocks away but Drew protested by getting a suite at the downtown Sheraton instead. They finally met in the lobby one Tuesday afternoon, with neither of them saying a word before making their way into the elevators. With just the two of them, Drew broke the silence. "Nice to finally meet you" "Likewise" "You're very good looking" "Thank you. I'm surprised that you turn out better than I had expected too." "Haha, I get that often. Is this your first time?" "No, but it is the first time I got to actually know someone before engaging in sodomy." "People still use that word huh? We never got to discuss, do you prefer giving or receiving?" "Both" "Condoms, or.." "Condoms. Always" "Okay then." Once they got into the room, John closed the curtains and started to undress himself. Drew convinced him to take it slow since they're not in a rush. "Have you had your ass licked?" Drew's question startled John but he was intrigued. "No, never, do people do that?" Oh how inexperience this believer of Christ was to Drew. He could only move his hand to John's face before embracing him and whispering him, telling John to just relax and let himself be guided by his hands. They were both now naked and John had his back flipped onto the bed. With his firm arms, Drew gripped John's lower back to secure his head onto his ass, diving into him as an opening act. John's eyes rolled to the ceiling and the moans began. "You like this?" "Oh yes, it is, forgive me Lord for enjoying this transgression" Drew was turned on by John's words. He started to knead his ass, pinching it and bringing his fingers closer to John who was now flat on the bed, hips tilted upwards, pushing his whole ass for Drew to further devour. In a split second, Drew pulled out the urn pendant he was wearing, unscrewing it and pouring its content on his index finger. A bump to ease John a bit. With no warning, Drew's finger probed into John and with a slight shock of "Oh", he started to pant. His finger turned clockwise and anticlockwise before going deeper, activating the T in John. "Dear Lord..." John now started to feel different. Insatiable and had never had his ass felt like this, even after the times he had bottomed. If this was just a finger, he thought, Drew's cock would be 7th Heaven. "How do you feel, father?" "Truly amazing, it's a kind of joy I never knew existed..." Drew continued to work on John's ass to get him spun just on the right level. As always, Drew prefers to have his bottoms tied and helpless. Ropes were taken out from under the bed and John's limb was now tied from the bottom, forming an X. John didn't even realize he was now immobile. "I know we've talked for a while now Father John but I believe we haven't been properly acquainted" John was still panting and lost in the cloud. He could only muster a look of desperation toward Drew when he tried to look above, who right in front of him, cock fully erected pointing to his nose. His face now being cradles by Drew, John inhaled the piece of pipe that Drew fed him, exchanging the smoke as they kissed for the first time. "Do you think you deserve to be punished for this transgression that you are committing?" "Yes, I have sinned and I need to repent." "Good. It is required that you atone for your sins. Let's begin.." Still tied, Drew revealed a duffle bag of BDSM paraphernalia. A leather head gear was put on and so was a spiked collar attached onto John who was only able to release heavy breathes now. 3 different types of whip were put by the side table, with 3 different paddles. There were also 5 different steel buttplugs. To begin, Drew dipped the first buttplug in the shards he had earlier and easily plunged it into John, who let out a moan. "Good boy, father. You're starting to learn your lesson.." As Drew held the first whip, alternating it with the paddle, he interrogated John on his beliefs, and attempted to break his faith. "You enjoy this, don't you father? Is it really a punishment if you enjoy this? What is sin if there is no regret? You'll only come back after this, won't you?" John couldn't give a coherent answer, he could only repeat "Forgive me please, Lord I beg you in this pleasure I'm in. I owe it to you to put me out of this grave sin that is lust and guide me to never return, please" "Do you mean that, father john? You're trying to regret this joy you're feeling but how sure are you that you won't transgress again? How strong is your will?" All through out this period, Drew was flogging John, slapped with paddles after, sending John to a mix emotion of pain, pleasure but little shame. With the T, John was clearly eager to further transgress. The words that came out from his mouth were just his defense mechanism. With the 2nd level of toys, Drew continued to debate with John, questioning his need to hide his desire and being committed to a faith that would never embrace him fully. "Don't you see, you will never achieve the peace you seek, or the blessing you have lead to believe from the God you foolishly dedicate to, none of those church goers would accept you in the state you're in now" John, again, could only respond that "God is forgiving and so are his followers. Humans aren't perfect and it is through redemption do we achieve clarity" Even tweaked as he was, John was a strong believer. Drew knew that it would take more than a day to convince John to abandon his faith. At the 3rd and final level of toys, the pain that John felt had reached a plateau. His back, though scarred and marked from the flogs, were numb. The plug that he had on was also as big as his fist. His high though, never subsided. In a slur, he asked "Am I forgiven? Have I been punished? My faith in you is unbroken Lord" "You were never punished, John. You were experiencing pure lust, whether you want to admit or not. Your Lord isn't here, and though you claim your faith to be broken, you have clearly went astray with your actions. Look at yourself and tell me, would the Lord accept what you have done? The pleasure you have faced? That guilt you feel isn't genuine and you know it.." John was silent. No repetitions could convince him that what Drew said was right. The high, and the brand new sensation he felt was undeniable. Drew, in a way, was right but he still couldn't admit it to himself. "Don't think too much about it Father, just enjoy this and ask yourself after if you are satisfied with your current beliefs and your current role, or if you seek more and hope to find a better faith, a truer one. One that accepts you in this state. I guarantee you that you will never be alone for we are a group of men that is fully devoted to Him, the true deity that will reward us not in the afterlife, but in the present." John kept quiet and just nodded, all before Drew pulled the plug out of him, releasing screams of ecstasy. Still tied, Drew quickly mount himself onto John and started to line his cock onto John's back. "You don't have to commit to anything now, but I'm going to let you see a part of the faith I believe in father, and I'll let you ponder on it. After this, you know you will return for more.. I can sense it.." "Please just put it in me now, I need to feel it Drew. Let me feel you in me and let me enjoy this moment. I need it." "You have no shame in what is going to happen? No regrets in having me impale you at this moment? You are aware that you are embracing this?" "Yes. God, please. Put yourself in me, I can't hold it any longer. Every nerves in me craves for you immediately. Just do it." By now, Drew was teasing John in ways that exceeded Victor. With the way he had stroked John's back and purring into his ear as he brushed John's preppy altar boy hair, John was insatiable. The sweat he had formed soaked the queen size bed that was stuck to his body. His nonstop pleading only made Drew harder and enticed him to continue his tease. As Drew's cock started to build precum, he knew that it was time. In a single motion, his cock went straight into John with little resistance. He was still tight and his ass could still grip Drew's cock, but the contraction was weaker after all those buttplugs. Drew had to put in more effort which didn't bother him in the slightest. The thrust that Drew made, piston-like and quick, caused creaks in the bed that muffled John's moan. The sheets began to pull itself, and the only movement John could make was to arch his back higher, giving Drew a path into his 2nd hole. Now, John had reached an even higher level of pleasure. The ecstasy he thought he had first felt was amplified. Not wasting the moment, Drew quickly shotgun John and loosened the ropes, releasing his limbs. John, with lust overtaking every part of his consciousness, could now arch himself higher, before he turned himself to face Drew, leading them into missionary style. John's legs locked onto Drew and he forcefully gyrated himself onto him, rocking his hips as he moaned in his new found lust. Drew could only get himself close to John and embrace him in a deep kiss, wiping the sweat on his forehead, licking his ears and telling him that he should not feel ashamed. They were in this position for about 10 minutes and neither of them were feeling exhausted. Drew started to carry John and placed him on the dresser, where they continued fucking, now with full view from the mirror. During this moment of fuck, Drew questioned John again.. "You know there's no condoms right? How do you feel about that?" "I don't care anymore. Just continue what you are doing so we can make the most of it." "Fair enough. You don't mind that my unsheathed phallus is inside of you? Have you no worries what misfortune I could bring?" Drew now started to talk in a way that seemed as if he was mocking John, given that John refrained from using foul words. "There has not been any misfortune since you laid eyes on me. I accept your shaft in me with full confidence as I know that anything that happens hereafter is worth the communion that we are sharing." "I presume that at this moment, you fully accept myself into you? Despite my seed being potent to your destruction? Positive seed that will transform your life from here onwards?" "I accept your seed, regardless of what it is. Any ordeals I faced, I know will be eased if accompanied by you. Embrace me please." "Very well, that's what I like to hear. Any time now father, you will receive my seed. Your insides have already been coated well enough from my precum seed." In a few thrusts, Drew finally let out a moan for the first time that afternoon, deep inside John he was still, with the only movement being his cock pulsing for a good 30 seconds, filling John with what he was begging for. The fullness that John felt was as if a puzzle had been solved. Even without reaching climax, it was in this state of pure bliss was John now complete. Any climax was secondary to the state he was in. Both men were still panting, feeling the comedown from the T, drenched in each others sweat. Both fondled with each other's arm pits, and didn't stop to kiss and exchanged spits. John willingly tasted Drew's cum from his finger and swapped some when they made out. Almost 6 hours had passed and as they lied on the bed, starring above, Drew asked again... "Is your faith still intact?" John could only look up to Drew, reaching his hand to scoop the cum from the side of his lips and cherished it, before shrugging and thinking to himself.. "Maybe..." Even with no words, Drew knew that his plan had somehow succeeded. His body was in heat when he spooned John throughout the evening. The heat was comforting, similar to a glow that gave Drew a boost of confidence. With Drew's arms around him, John strangely didn't feel the same kind of worry he would have when he had these encounters. It was his first time staying longer, not leaving as hastily as he would. The shame or regret he felt a few hours ago were absent. It was as if he was now enlightened in some way. No longer did he feel lost or doubtful of his beliefs. Where is his faith now directed to, he wondered as the T started to fade. Both men spent the night together, with Drew leaving right after midnight. In his sleep, John dreamt that he was stuck in a labyrinth, nude and wondering the walls with only a torch. The dream was different from other dreams as he could feel the physical sensation. He was lost within the corridors and turns he had to make, hearing a chant that soothed him. It was hypnotic and got closer to him as it was louder. The torch then died and in a flash, he was facing a minotaur whose grandeur was twice of him. Half man half bull, it approached John and lifted him, starring into him as it opened its mouth, tongue now swirling into his mouth as his eyes flashed white. "Will you submit to me now, John? Accept that you have found your true calling?" John could only scream as a bright glow was now being released from both entities. In a jolt, he was awake from his sleep and was now breathing heavily. A tall shadow, facing his bed with horns appeared momentarily before disappearing. He wondered where Drew went. The only thing he left on the side table was a note that stated his number and address in cursive. The note ended: "If you still have any doubts with your faith, I am always here to guide you John."

I guess I'm really good at compartmentalizing, because for me liking the person and wanting to have sex with the person are two completely different things! Yes, it is nice when I like the person I'm having sex with, but one doesn't require the other. (I definitely don't have sex with every person I like, so why should I have to like every person I have sex with? 🤔) If I happen to like you, we can chat after the sex is done. If I don't, one of us got to go when the sex is over! I could dislike everything a man stood for and pretty much every word that come out of his mouth. But if he were a hot cumdump fuck, none of those dislikes would be relevant to me. Something of a cliché, but the little head would be in charge while I was fucking him, not the big head. When the little head goes soft to rest up for round 2, if he started talking and making me remember why I dislike him, I'd put my dick in his mouth to shut him up until I was hard enough to pick up where we left off. (I probably wouldn't be able to do a round 3 with such a person, so someone would need to leave once round 2 was over!) So, my advice is to enjoy the sex for what it is (SEX) and leave feelings out of it.

Since age 17 the 40+ age bracket has always captured my attention. When I got to my late 20's and early 30's I got more confident with topping, and def found a preference with the 50+ age bracket slobbering over my cock. Send all the dirty dads, uncles, and grandpas my way please!

As we leave, Alex hands me a pill and tells me we are going to an Adult Book Story. I ask what this blue pill does as Alex laughs; for the next 4 hours, your dick will be hard like a base bat so you can pound holes and give others your load. I ask what goes on, and he says it's a bunch of desperate men looking to suck or get fuck; just one thing, never let them put a condom on your dick as it's always raw. I ask if I should tell them my status Alex YOU NEVER SAY ANYTHING about your status. We go back to the booths and join one together. I see there is a $10 fee to enter, and Alex says Hi to the clerk as we walk right in like we own the place. We hear a knock on the wall, and Alex tells me to drop my shorts and stick my dick in the slot. I'm scared shit as what if a crazy is there. I'm shocked as someone's mouth is sucking my dick as Alex is kissing my neck and squeezing my nipples; I'm having a great as the one on the other side stops Alex says stand still as I feel his hand on my dick guide my dick to his ass hole. He pushes all he can with just thus thin wall between us, and nature takes over as I start to go back and forth as Alex whispers into my ear give this cum dump your toxic load, but he might be giving you an STI also. I can't hold back, and whoever on the other side is not pulling away, so he is taking my load deep. As we leave the booth, I ask Alex what about the guy on the other side. Alex says he got exactly what he wanted, and you could dump your load into a willing hole so your seed did not go to the waist. Let us go over to Club Fort Lauderdale and get a room. I ask Alex what this place is, so he tells me it's a Gay Bathhouse, and we can hang out, and Dad wants you to get used to showing your body off, and maybe we will get lucky. This place is gorgeous with so many hot-looking men around the pool; we get a room, I shower, and Alex hands me another blue pill and one of his skimpy jock straps. We get out to the pool as Alex puts sustain lotion on me, as Alex has a tan, and I'm white as a ghost. My brother is putting that lotion in places the sun doesn't shine as I see people looking at us with eyes of desire and lust. After I have laid getting a tan, Alex says let's walk around, and you shake that booty of yours. It's hard walking with this jockstrap as my dick keeps falling out. Alex is parading me around, and I see four people following us to our room. As we enter, so do they. I turn around and say you can't tease us like that without us getting a piece of that ass. It seems they know Alex as he says meet my brother and have some fun with him. As Alex leaves the room.

PART 5 Henry said I’d know where to find him again. Apparently I didn’t. The first few days after he bred me I stuck close to campus. I was jumble of emotions. Anxiety had set in quickly — how did I let myself get pozzed?!?! It wasn’t even an accident. I had begged for it. How had a trip to the store turned into my being bred by a relative stranger? And how many times had Jared been there and done that? But every time I jerked off the rest of the week, I thought about Henry’s cock spewing inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted it again. Friday I went looking for Henry at the bar and didn’t see him. After hanging with my friends and having some beers, I snuck off and went to Henry’s apartment, but he wasn’t there. I looked again a few times on Saturday, but no luck. I told myself I’d make him but on a condom this time. I even put one in my pocket when I went out. I was so horny, I went to the newsstand two towns over where I knew they sold old porn mags with he covers cut off. I bought a pack for a few bucks, and at the last second asked to buy a bottle of poppers. I’d never bought my own before. I had them in my pocket Saturday night when I went back to the bar, but still no Henry. It was Sunday morning and I went to shower. The dorm was pretty quiet; I didn’t hear many guys moving around, yet. They’d given everyone a single for the summer, so while the rooms on the second and third floors were all being used, there was still less than half the usual number of people. Our summer dorm was the oldest on campus, so the bathrooms and showers were older. It was more of a group shower with curtains you could pull between them, which a lot of the guys did. I had them to myself this morning, so didn’t bother pulling the curtains. I was showering when I heard the door open and saw a security guard come in. He went to the line of sinks and started washing his hands. I thought about grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it closed, but I felt like that was kinda dickish to do just because someone walked in. Guys are naked in the shower room all the time. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. Then I noticed the guard was still in the room, seemingly washing his face. Struck me as a bit odd. This room only had two sinks and the set of showers; the bathroom was on the other side of the wall and had a whole row of sinks. No one usually came in here just to use the sinks. I conditioned my hair and started my body wash routine — feet, calves, thighs, ass, cock and balls, abs, pecs, and finally my arms. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guard was still there — I hadn’t heard the door open or close. He was still doing something at the sink, but seemed to look in the mirror. When our eyes met, he left the shower room. I finished up my shower, wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed down the hallway back to my dorm room. I liked these quiet mornings in the dorm before breakfast. I went into my room and left the door open to circulate the summer air; the entire week had been muggy, and the dorm didn’t have A/C. I was picking out underwear when I noticed the security guard go by my door. I figured he must be headed to the stairwell. But then he went by again, slower this time. I definitely caught him looking into my room as he walked by. I got a weird tingle seeing him walk past again. Was something up? Why was security lingering on the floor and checking out my room? I dropped my towel and slipped on my underwear, tucking my junk into the pouch in the front. I was reaching for the shorts I’d left hanging on a chair when I saw the guard again. This time he was just standing in my doorway. I was startled and yelped. “Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.” “Why? Is something up?” He stepped into my room. “Just thought I’d say hey.” He walked up to me; I felt awkward standing there in just my underwear. This was weirdly exciting but odd nonetheless. “I’m thinking we have a friend in common.” “Who’s that?” “Henry,” he said conspiratorially. He looked me up and down, not being shy about it. “You’re even hotter than he described. Athletic and ginger.” “Thanks,” was all I could think to say. I was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I started to reach for my pair of shorts again, but he put his hand on my chest to stop me. “I don’t think you need those,” he said, running his hand across my chest and down my abs. “I liked what you were wearing in the shower better.” I started breathing heavier. This surge of horniness went through me. Was this really happening?!?! One of the campus security guards was coming on to me. There was no mistaking it. “Doors open,” I said nervously, pulling away from his exploring hand. I saw my cock was getting hard in my underwear. The guard looked down at my hard bulge and grinned. He took a few steps back to the door and closed it gently. “Better now,” he said. He looked good in that uniform. Tall, strong build. He was almost a foot taller than me. He had a muscular chest beneath the tight blue uniform. His arms were nicely muscled, too. He started running his hands across my body, exploring, sizing me up. I reached out and touched his chest, feeling it through the fabric. “Like my body, ginger boy?” I nodded. “Good answer. Now get the underwear off.” I slipped the underwear down and left them on the floor. The guard didn’t waste any time reaching for my ass. He slapped it. “Nice bubble.” He slapped it again which hurt; I winced. “Now turn around. Put your hands on the desk behind you.” I turned around, facing the large window in my room that looked out of the quad. It was still quiet out there. I felt him spread my ass apart, probing at my hole. “That’s a sweet ginger hole. I’m gonna put that to good use.” He stood up and pushed the crotch of his uniform against my ass. The good boy in me panicked. “Be sure to use a condom,” I said. “There’s some there on the table.” “You put it on me when we’re ready for it,” he said. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and unzip. I leaned over and picked up the condom and put it next to me on the desk. He stepped over to the table I had pushed up next to the bunk bed as a nightstand. He picked up the lube and squirted it into one hand. I could see his cock standing straight out of his uniform pants. It was thick! He started to massage my hole using the lube, working it into my hole. “I like a tight hole,” he said. He took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. I could feel the heat of his skin, and even smell the musk. What was happening?! Ten minutes ago I was in the shower. Alone. Now I’m about to get fucked in my dorm room! The good boy in me said we should say no and put an end to it. But he was out voted — my hole was totally turned on, and it was now in charge. I pushed my ass back against his hand. “Hungry are we?” He said. “Get up on the desk, lay back. Hang your ass over the edge.” I turned around and sat on the edge of the desk. I laid back, adjusting my ass so it was at the edge. He lifted my legs and slapped his hardon against my hole. He rested the bottle of poppers I’d bought yesterday on my chest. “Popper up.” I unscrewed the bottle and held it to one nostril, inhaling deeply. I started to feel a growing buzz as I moved the bottle to the opposite nostril. I was transfixed on the guard slathering lube onto his cock. “Lay back, legs up. Show me that ginger hole.” I leaned back onto the desk and lifted my legs, my ass hanging off the end of the desk. He pressed his hands behind my knees, forcing my legs wider and really exposing my ass. The poppers washed over me. My heart started racing and there was a moment where the room seemed to go darker. That craving for cock came with it again, and I started flexing my hole for him. “That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what I wanna see.” He started teasing my hold with the head of his thick cock. He picked up the lube and dribbled more onto my hole, then spread it with his cock. I could feel the heat coming off the bare head. Something about a condom crossed the back of my head. The voice was a distant whisper that was overwhelmed by the craving I was feeling. “Fuck me,” I said quietly. “What was that, ginger boy?” “Fuck me,” I said more firmly. The guard pushed his cock against my hole, prying it open with the force. I felt the muscles give way and his thickness started to fill me. I winced and then gasped with the thickness stretching my hold. The opened condom went ignored on the desk beside me. “Fuuuuck…. That’s a tight ginger hole. “Gonna have to stretch you out to really enjoy this.” My mind was swirling. I was in my dorm room, naked on the desk, with someone whose name I don’t even know burying his cock inside me. If anyone in the rooms across the quad from mine looked out their windows, they’d be able to see me getting fucked. “People can see in the windows,” I gasped. “Good. Maybe they’ll want some of this, too.” He thrust all the way in til his balls were pressed against my ass. I groaned with the intense penetration. “College guys can’t get enough of this cock.” He started pounding away at my ass. I was moaning, probably louder than I should have in the dorm.People would be waking up and hear me, but I couldn’t control it. I felt totally drunk on his cock. I felt amazing! He could see it in my face. “You love this cock, don’t you, ginger boy?” “Fuck yeah!” He grinned a wicked grin. “Oops. Someone forgot to put the condom on me. Guess I know what you really want this morning.” The fucking was relentless. He took my ass in an aggressive series of thrusts. I groaned as he pummeled me. It was a wild mix of pleasure and pain. I fumbled for the poppers and awkwardly took another hit, hoping it would soften the roughness of the fuck. “Don’t worry. I’m almost there…..” he said. Those words sent a thrill through me. I grabbed my own cock and began jacking it. The guard had a wicked look on his face. “Fuck yeah. You want this gift. I knew you did. Knew it as soon as I saw you showing off in the shower. Knew you’d want to get pozzed again. Fucking slut.” He spat on me. I was totally fixated on him, on the relentless fucking I was taking. He was going to breed me. The good boy voice in the back of my head screamed again, but the rest of me wanted it. “Fuck yeah!” He said loudly. “Fuck yeah! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!!” A part of me knew everyone had just heard that. Some strange guy’s voice was coming from my room declaring his dominance over me. He came with a rush, his body shaking as his cock pulsed. He unleashed his load inside me, electrifying me. Instead of burying his load deep, he just kept pumping it into me. There was nothing I could do except take it from him. My own cock burst, spewing jizz across my chest and even hitting my face. My body spasmed. The guard pulled out, letting my legs just dangle off the desk. They didn’t quite fall to the floor — my muscles were too worked up and activated to relax. Instead I just held myself there, body spasming from the exertion, covered in my own jizz. He came over and pushed his cock into my face. “Clean it off,” he commanded. I didn’t have a choice as he roughly pushed his cum slicked cock into my mouth. “Taste your ginger ass on there, boy. Taste some of the cum I left inside you. Clean it off real good so I can go back to work.” When he was satisfied, he put himself together again, tucking his cock inside his pants. He’d never undressed, just pulled out his cock. The uniform clearly didn’t interfere with his fucking the hell oughta me. “You’re gonna need another shower,” he said, lightly slapping my tight abs. He ran his hands over my smooth torso. “Hot body. I’m gonna enjoy using it.” He walked to the door, leaving me laying on my desk. “Have a good one, bud.” And walked out, leaving the door open as he walked down the hallway. [What is going to become of our newest cumdump college boy, Justin? I suspect there’s more ahead for him! If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know. A blue heart (or a 🐷) is always appreciated — a simple form of feedback inspires me. Thanks!]

This was written by a queer person in Toronto who got Monkeypox. Gives their take on what to do if you get it… https://www.igotmpox.com/

I guess that the best laid schemes o' mice and men gang aft a-gley. So Lipscombe turned up like the proverbial fly in the ointment... Glad to see that he's going to get his just desert. How well did our Max do with the interview! I guess Ben was thinking Pot , Kettle , Black... He could hardly pull anyone up on their morals when he had a checkered past himself. Perhaps the boys will encourage him to fall off the wagon 🙂 I really love all your little "Diversions" losolent. 🙂

It's a relatively minor issue now. But exponential growth is never something to fuck around with. So to speak.

I predict that we will lose the national recognition of gay marriages within 5 to 10 years. The threat is real unless people stand up to what's going on right now. Justice Thomas isn't fucking around. He has real power and he's using it. Oh - and the porn you like to watch? Good luck with that as well… Notice how the GOP has started labeling everything that's LGBT as "pornographic" (e.g. yesterday's news story). They want to suppress people's freedom of sexual expression on all levels. The Democrats are far from perfect, but the GOP has changed over the past 20-50 years and IMHO they're now the mortal enemy of people like us. I'm just hoping enough moderates (and women generally) will be upset enough about the Dobbs decision that they'll get out and vote Democratic in November. If the tide doesn't turn in November I'm really worried about 2024.

This is my main concern. MP is spread sexually but through skin2skin direct contact. In other words, anal penetration is not required. Condoms and masks are useless. Maybe gloves will be the recommended PPE for this breakout. I also worry about the fixtures at various venues. i.e couches, fuck benches, slings, glory holes, toilets, lockers, shower areas (w/douching capabilities), etc.

There's a shortage of monkeypox vaccine. Would one dose suffice? [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.science.org/content/article/there-s-shortage-monkeypox-vaccine-could-one-dose-instead-two-suffice

PigSon & his PigDad -Chapter 2 It was a 100-degree heat wave and Dad Jake was fast to let his boy Adam and buddy Kyle through the back door. But dad Jake didn’t run his air conditioning, because he was not an air conditioning person, and like to sweat all day long. Both Adam and Kyle were wearing their track gear from yesterday, team tank tops, team high socks (resembling daddy Jake’s own dirty Nasty Pig brand fuck socks, and worn out team Adidas running shoes, and Adam said they hadn’t showered since. Jake, Stroking his meat over the imagination of their awesome funky smells,said we can clean out upstairs later, so Kyle knows how its offered here. Pigs clean each other out. Jake likes running his hose setup connected from his tub/shower, with his boy Adam strattled over the toilet and blasting that water in, having him take in as much water and him push out his nasty pussy fudge, a bunch of times. Jake wanted to see Adam do Kyle, then either Adam or Kyle do him. Jake Loves that sound of that water and fudge blasting out of his ass. And loving seeing and hearing it blast out of his boys ass. For now, the three just sat in the living room couch, each partakin the G Kool-Aid. Jake was clear to tell Kyle what he had added to this mix. He needed to relax. He seemed a bit nervous. It’s the first time Kyle met Jake so he was surprised how both Adam and Jake had the same ink. We’ve been working on the same sleeves, forearm ink, upper back ink. And some leg ink. Dad Jake and Adam fucking love the feel of the viper gun. They can’t get enough of it. They’ve been hitting the same ink artist, Fernando, since Adam and Jake met, and they got really cool kick ass design plans in the works. Having met Jake for the first time, Kyle also noticed how both Adam and Jake have been growing their hair, loose perm long. Fucking Peter Frampton 1970s style, bitch. They both fucking love the redneck look. The rough trade look. “We’re fucking long haired pigs, we are,” beamed Jake to Kyle, As both he and Adam started stroking their meat. Jake hit the bic to the weed pipe and Passed it all to both Adam, and then to Kyle. Kyle seem pretty comfortable with Jake’s weed. Jake being the good host he is, offered his boys Anything else they wanted from the bar. Adam took his vodka and water, as did daddy Jake, and Kyle took a beer. The gangsta rap music was playin louder. Kyle asked Jake, “How did you guys meet? “Jake replied, “We’re both on BBRT, and on the Geo Search, this baby boy was less than 50 feet from me. After that, it’s been history baby, from the first time he climbed over his backyard fence, through my backyard gate, buddy. ” After a while, Jake told Kyle, “I hope you don’t have anything planned today, cause, if you want to, you’re gonna be up for at least the next 24 hours, bitch. We’re gonna have a fun fucking adventure.” Adam chuckled When Kyle asked Jake, “What are you tappin on your phone all the time for?” And Jake replied, “Chapter 2 to our amazing adventure to come!” End of Chapter 2.

PigSon & his PigDad - Chapter 1 60-year old dad Jake thinks it’s Friday. Everyday seems the same these days for him. Climbing outta his bed, puttin on his old strap and shorts from yesterday, his sweaty black tank top and his dirty knee high fuck socks into his dirty old converse canvas high tops. He likes to feel and smell ripe sometimes. He don’t work no more. He loves the smell of his old converse high tops. Jake Headin downstairs to grab some Java. Excited today caus he hadn’t clouded in a few weeks. Today his 18-year old “baby boy” Adam from across the alley is due over with his 18-year old high school track buddy Kyle. Kyle told Adam he’s curious about our daddy-son pig thing goin on these past couple months. Jake just gotta give the signal. Out on the back porch sparking up a cool menthol and raising his coffee cup to take another swig, he hopes Adam gets their agreed upon signal. Been about a year since Jake got introduced to clouding and it’s an addition to his stash of strong weed, weed vape pen, occasional G and his usual alcohol spirits. Jake Set up his clean glass pipe loaded with fresh shards, his weed pipe and wet wash cloth and his cleaned out and ready to go percolator bong with fresh shards and fruity Sugar-free Kool-Aid Bongwater. Torch and bic on hand. Divided his G into three glasses of sugar free koolaid and ice cubes for a nice ice-breakin start. All on his side coffee table. They should be on their way, thru the back alley gate so these nosy fuckin neighbors don’t see them. Jake stocked up with beer and some spirits. He’s Tappin this chapter out while waiting. Getting fucking excited slipping his cock ring on and stroking his PA ringed cock. Oh baby. Jake Missed the pipe swirl and those nice thick cloudy bong hits Gonna be a fuckin nice Friday or whatever day it is. Adam and Kyle still all sweated up from their big meet yesterday. If they didn’t clean out they can do it here. Adam says he too Misses the swirl. Been awhile for him too. Not sure if Kyle has tried yet. Adam says he’s curious. Jake hears them knocking on the back alley gate. End of Chapter 1

I love my weekly email that says another chapter has been added, and this one did not disappoint! Sadly it feels like the story is reaching its conclusion, and we will be left wanting more! thanks @losolent, loving the effort that goes into every chapter.

Given the nature of gay sex parties, it seems like they are the perfect vector for this even if you don't have sex. Gyms could also become a problem. I'm trying to figure out if I need to stay home for a few weeks, it is the off season for gay sex anyway, things wouldn't normally pick up much until October by which time we will know if it is a growing problem.

I say I do not care" and if they still want to use a condom, fine- a fuck with a condom is better than no fuck at all.

I love letting an older daddy suck my cock in front of a bunch of younger dudes who were trying to get at me. Daddy always knows best!!

I have a young guy who works in IT When he gets frustrated with work he texts me and asked me if I wanted to fuck This am he asked if he could over around 12 He came over and quickly stripped I sucker him a little and licked his balls He got rock hard and in my ass he went. He fucked me for about 10 min. Then the pace picked up and he flooded my ass with his cum next time and look forward to it

Agreed. It all depends on the skills of the Top. Merely spitting towards a Hole before Breeding doesn't come close to cutting the mustard. A Top who loves Hole would be more attentive to it, at the very least. Better, would be to get his mouth on the Hole, lick it, eat it, tongue-fuck it, push as much saliva up the Hole as is necessary via tongue-fucking the Hole. I much prefer either saliva or loads off previous Cocks to commercial lubes.

[think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27794/barebacked-bred-and-fisted/ lucky bottom

Maximum Protection will be achieved 14 days after the second vaccination. Nevertheless that protection won't be 100 percent. There will be some protection even after the first shot. For an in-depth analysis and data have a look at European Medicines Agency's "Imvanex: EPAR - Product Information" on [think before following links] https://www.ema.europa.eu/en/medicines/human/EPAR/imvanex

This might be a little controversial given this sites purpose but I’m actually okay with a top wanting to rubber up. OF COURSE I would prefer raw dick but I can’t lie if I see a top I wanna fuck and he’s like yeah let’s fuck but I’m putting a rubber on, I ain’t gonna turn that fine man down I’m thankful that I have a very breedable ass so luckily situations like this are very very rare

Chapter 2 I drove home. I hadn’t cum and I was horny. I had to shower and think. This was Thursday night. I had to get my head straight for work tomorrow and the weekend. Why was I so turned on? It was clear my path was being a gay bottom I had no doubt that’s where I was but had to take it slow. Friday afternoon at work I was counting the time to 5 . At 4 I just thought I’d send a message to Phil. ‘Hi’ . Then I put my phone on the desk. Ten minutes and it pinged. ‘You liked it then.I knew you would’ ‘ yes’ was all I could reply. I didn’t want to be too keen. ‘You’re a natural sub I can tell, but you need help. I will help you. Meet me at the Boar at 8.’ I had no plans other than drinks with a couple of straight mates. I would go but wouldn’t push things. I showered, changed and toyed with going commando. I thought Phil may like that, it made me feel good. I walked in the Boar spot on 8 having loitered outside for 10 mins. It was a gay pub and I still wasn’t out. I was nervous. I ordered a drink to calm myself. ‘hello’ came from behind me I looked round. Phil was there, and he looked hot. You need to come with me he said, and I put my drink down and followed. He went to the Gents, walked into the disabled cubicle and spoke. ‘Kneel’ I knelt. ‘Suck’ He got his cock out and I wanted it immediately . Phil just started fucking my throat. I wanted his load again but Phil had other ideas. ‘ Stand’ I stood, he could see my cock was tenting in my jeans. ‘You any boxers on? I shook my head. ‘You’re a natural.I know.drop your jeans’ I was mesmerised by his authority and just did as I was told. He walked round me and spread my cheeks and slid his hand in. I had pre lubed in case. I didn’t want a cock roughly shoved in and cause me to bleed. I was trying to be safe ish. He slid his cock behind and just pushed slightly . I wanted him to push in. But he didn’t. You have to work for that. . He took me outside ‘What do u want boy? ‘ Everything was happening so fast natural instinct kicked in. ‘Your cock sir’ , ‘and what else? ‘ ‘Your cum!’ ‘ My toxic poz cum?’ Yes your toxic poz cum I said without thinking. ‘ But you’ve already had it yesterday’ ‘ ‘I want it in me’ what was I saying? ‘You will get it when I wantto give it, not before. I have to own you first’ ‘own me sir’ I followed him again. ‘Trust me ‘ he said. I followed him to a tattoo parlour up the street. I had a couple of tattoos so wasn’t really concerned. He got me to lie down and pulled my jeans down. It was clear I was being marked, I wanted it . The tattooist clearly knew Phil as he never spoke, just started work on my arse. I couldn’t see the work but when he finished my legs were spread and a tongue started rimming me. I immediately relaxed and a finger was inserted. I spread my legs further , and then I felt his cock pushing against my hole. ‘Tell me’ he whispered. I want your poz cock sir’ I said, pushing back. I felt him push and he was in. I finally had a poz cock in my. I knew it and felt good. I knew what I was in that moment. I knew what I was going to be. Phil was fucking me hard and as I heard his breathing become ragged he pulled out and just came over my arse. I was briefly disappointed until I felt his finger scooping cum off me and pushing it inside. ‘You will get the full dose when I fully own you boy. But you can have this for now. Now go’ I pulled my jeans up, cum pushed in my hole and wetting my jeans. My mind was racing, what was I becoming? to be continued ……….

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

Anyone have a favorite hookup outfit? I like a t-shirt or a hoodie, shorts or sweats, no underwear unless I'm bottoming in which case I wear a jock strap, and slip on shoes. I love being able to strip off in a couple seconds and be ready to fuck. I have a sleeveless hoodie that I love wearing when it's nice out; it shows of my arms nicely. I have a couple kilts as well, but I've only hooked up once when I was wearing one. I really want to get fucked while wearing one.

Man I certainly have to agree that both parties are broken. We seem to be living on the wingtips in recent years. Frankly I am getting quite weary of extremists. Certainly social growth within societies on earth would benefit mankind. So few step back and assess viable options for steps to move is back to center when they are voting. Bald faced lies have become ubiquitous. Which is frustrating because when broadcast media is "in the room" all I can do is talk back to the screen - useless as they can't hear me. But useful because I think it is important to utter out loud my objection rather than hold it in. (( or perhaps I'm becoming a raving lunatic )) To the point of not voting for candidates of either party; that is certainly a vote of frustration. Our social voter behavior to show up for their one favorite social issue doesn't get us to a path towards centrist. There are individuals on the congressional investigation committee who I think might make fine candidates in 2024. IMO this should not be an "I win, you lose" situation. That position polarizes us. I would love our society to get their head away from party wonks and listen to individual candidates so that we can start getting legislation done which benefits the majority of us. Democracy is not going to make everyone happy; but it should make most of us OK enough. Abortion. It is unfortunate that women find their way to unintended pregnancy's. And some pregnancies become hazards to the host organism. (eg: mother to be). Don't all of us want the right to make decisions about what goes on with and to our own bodies? Whether I think it is morally wrong or not; if it isn't my body then it is none of my business. Doing uninvited things to another body is equally wrong. I think a substantial majority of us would agree with this. Some of us won't. Finally @TotalTop I'm not a victim either. And I don't "read" that into posts of yours I've read.

Max has a lot more on the ball than he gives himself credit for. And your comment about Ben falling off the wagon gave me a chuckle.

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.

Spit is good, whether topping or bottoming. No on stubble.

that is soooo hot...raw dark room make me hard...

I got monkeypox in San Francisco I am sure I got it at Buena Vista Park.

I don't know of ONE Red Roof Inn that doesn't, at some point during the week, have some sex party going on. I lived for 14 years down the street from one and I have to say it was a convenient drive and didn't have to worry about how many "enhancements" I had done. I have to say that, in general, Red Roof Inns are not bad, and usually free of bed bugs. The ULTIMATE curse, besides HPV. Whoops, sorry you were asking about the one in Atlanta, sorry never played there.....

Hard & fast. Doubles as exercise. LOL

I think it's equal parts guilt/shame for enjoying it so much or for cheating, but i ALSO think it's that freedom of just getting to be a man and fucking instead of "making love". I've had many very vocal married men fuck me and really pound me. They like to be reminded that they're still alpha male, dominant and virile. ...and shooting in a hole without a condom feels great! They generally either fuck better/harder/more forcefully or they can be more timid and scared. That's happened before too.

Chapter II "How open are you, Drew?" I didn't know how to answer Drew's question. I was always very vanilla and kept it simple and short. The orgasms I've had from the wanks and sex I've done were always the same, not much were memorable or made me want to replay those moments. It was a routine that I did not mind. I asked Victor, what he meant by open and what would he recommend me to try out. By now, the T that I smoked would make me agree to anything he says as I already felt as if I have fully surrendered myself to him to do whatever he pleases. His questions were just confirmations that he wanted me to feel safe and comfortable. "Well, you can clearly see how vast my fantasies can be, given the nature of my bedroom. I am an artist after all. I enjoy testing limits, experimenting on my subjects, unlock their potential and free themselves..." Victor now placed me on the floor and made me crouch, looking up to him with full obedience. "What I want is to make you experience the freedom and pleasure that you repress deeply within you. I see it in your eyes..." My head was now cradled closer to him, our gaze unbroken. "Why not we try some mild things first and see how much you like it. Or if I like it. Would you be okay if I do something to you that I enjoy but brings you pain? You'll still be safe.." "Sure, yeah let's do it." I said in a rush. I was now extremely excited to see what Victor would do. We smoked a few times more and I felt more elevated than before. "Get on the bed all fours, Drew. We'll start with a little bondage play. Nothing too serious, everyone does it." I got on my back and spread like an eagle on the bed, seeing my reflection in the mirror above me with the ram looking right into me. Victor took out some ropes from the armoire and began tying my limbs to the bed's poster. They were tight and firm, leaving me with little movements. He also took out a gas mask from under the bed and placed it on me, connecting the hose to a larger glass bong placed on the end table. More T was placed and the torch was lit, as well as the candles around the bed. "Inhale." My nerves sparked again in every part of my body and with my limbs being tied, pulling myself only heighten the pleasure. The room was now only lit by the candles and Victor began to take off his jeans, and boy he was hung. It was at least 9 inches and his balls were massive. The cockring he had on was solid titanium and his thighs were bushy. He then wore a pair of tight rubber chaps that exposed both his ass and cock. His ass was muscular, though not as bubbly as mine but you can tell he could squat more than me. I still couldn't believe how big he was. Even through the foggy gas mask I had on, I knew that I wasn't ready to take him. Another hit was lit by Victor and he started to announce that it's time.. Still tied, I nodded and shouted yeah in anticipation. I first felt his callous hands on my body, and I can tell that oil now glistened everywhere on me. My breathing was deep and his frequent touch excited my nerves and sent waves of pleasure in me. As Victor stood on top of me, he bent down to lick both my armpit which caused me to twitch continuously, trying to pull myself in futile from being tied by the limbs. I let out screams and moans of "Yeahs.." as Victor nourished on my pits. His tongue then slid from my chest to my crotch, not giving my limp cock any attention. His tongue continuously slid up and down on me nonstop, further ending down on my ass where it was then lifted for him to devour. All the sex I've had before combined couldn't stand a chance to a fraction of how I was feeling at the moment. The waves of pleasure from the substances I've consumed and the state I was in made me realize that I have unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed. Victor nourished my ass and fingered me deep with his sharp nails, scratching my insides. Pain was secondary at this point. I was numb to the pain and was only experiencing pleasure. I could also feel his tongue piercing resting on my hole and entering it, in and out. Victor also rimmed my ass ring in circles as his fingers were expanding my insides. Suddenly, he stopped and I could only moan in desperation. More please, fuck was all I could repeat. "I'm glad that you're enjoying this Drew. I want to clean you up a bit before we go further. Make you more suitable for my taste.." The oil that was slathered on me was also stinging and I now saw Victor placing a leather pouch on the end table. Different sizes of razors were taken out to be sharpened. Another hit of the T to the gas mask was lit and my shaving commenced. My body hair wasn't thick, but it was pretty defined on my arms and legs. They were curly and so were my pubes. My hair wasn't too long and I could pull of a fringe at times. "I like my boys smooth.. like silk." Victor began to first shave my whole head with a clipper that was hidden. I thought he was only going for my body. I couldn't remember the last time I was bald. Then, the razor was glided onto my scalp to ensure that I was spotless. The only hair that was spared were my eyebrows. My face was next and just like the way he tongued me, he started from the top and to the bottom. When my armpit hair was gone, Victor dived in again. This time, it was more sensitive and I screamed louder than usual. I was lucky that it didn't last long. I could feel the cold air breezing on my arms now. The precision that Victor had in his shave was impeccable. Not a single cut. Even with him being on the same substances I'm on, he was skilful. Once my chest and torso were done, my legs were next. The stinging oil was applied again and I started to a realize a part of me that was once there was now gone. My pubes was of course the last part as after my legs were done, Victor began devouring my thighs again my moans of ecstasy restarted. The surface of his tongue, in contact with my bare skin intensified the nerves that were already excited from the T I had. It was as if there were layers in the pleasure I was experiencing. Once my pube was done, my hole was the last piece of hair that needed to be eliminated. A towel was then rubbed across my body to get rid of the hair. Looking at the mirror above, I didn't recognize myself. I was paler than I thought but I could see how my muscles were defined. It is as if I had been reborn. "Now, that's perfect. Here's a reward for being so patient and agreeing to this.. I got very lucky to find you Drew. Truly.." Before I could even say Me too, I was rimmed again, hole devoured by Victor's prowess. It felt better now with my bare skin exposed to his lizard like tongue. I was a new person now with this makeover I had. Still tied, I stared at my reflection, smiling as I said Fuck yeah. Thank you Victor. He was now on top of me and my mask was finally removed. Finally I could feel his tongue in my mouth, allowing me to savour the taste of myself. He spit in my mouth and our mouths locked with our tongues dancing together. Pearls of his sweat dropped on my face and was fed back by him. This was the raunchiest fuck I've done and my only regret is not having it done sooner. At every interval of us kissing, Victor kept praising how good I was and how beautiful I now looked. It's the perfect offering he would then whisper to me before devouring both my ears too and sending a shock of moans that I couldn't help contain. So smooth he would say, before pinching and twisting my nipples and spitting in me as I let out a scream. With the room only being lit with the candles, it was hard to properly see Victor but I can tell that his dark grin was more profound now. He then proceeded to adjust my tied limbs. My legs were now tied behind my arms, close to the rest to fully expose my ass. I was now positioned in a way where I was ready to get fucked. "We still got a long way to go, Drew. Don't get too excited now." "When are you going be inside me? I really need it man please..!" What was I saying? Was I actually begging? I had truly been reborn. "Patience and soon you'll be rewarded...good things come to those who wait..." Victor then left the bed and the gas mask full of T was put on again to feed me. I heard some noises and cabinets being opened from where I was, curious to what he was retrieving. He came back with 2 briefcases, one filled with dildos and the other with buttplugs. A nipple clamp was also in his hands and a jar of what seemed like grease was held by him. "This is to not just stretch you out, but to also test your limits." I could only look at the sizes of the toys with eyes wide open as I was now into a different kind of territory. Never have I tried toys as large as I saw.. I only had an average dildo back in college and even butt plugs made me squirm. Was I ready? "Are you ready, Drew? I want you to be confident that you can take this." "Yes, fuck yes. I'm ready." "Do you mean it?" "Yes, do whatever you want to me, stretch me out, I don't care. I want to feel it." "Whatever I want?" This got Victor's attention more than usual. "Yeah, I don't care I'm all yours, just do it now please." I couldn't sit still forever in that position without being touched, I needed something in me or against me. It was what my bare skin demanded. "If you say so....but don't worry, I will never make this hard on you.." My hole was now gently brushed by his fingers and slowly he dipped his index finger into a tiny jar and began probing me. Each probe, deeper than the last. "This is to calm your nerves, make you want more of what's to come..." My hole now felt different. At first it felt as if it was on fire, but then it cooled down to an ice like sensation that is insatiable for anything to be inserted. I started to moan and pleaded to get fucked, begging Victor to plug me now to shut my ass up. Victor could only reply with a grin as he looked up to the head of the ram above us. His fingers on his right hand probed me again while his left hand was now playing with my nipples, preparing the clamps on them. I could suddenly feel as if the room was also starting to get warmer and the candles around us were brighter than before. There was a sort of wave that was engulfing us. My only focus at that point was to just get fucked. Victor started to giggle as he held the first metal dildo that was bout twice the size of my cock. It was shiny and its texture was also rough, as if it was meant to scratch. "Toy time, Drew." I looked at Victor as his pupils were now expanded and both his eyes were fully black. I responded with a smile and nodded to him, signalling my permission before I looked up to see our reflection again.

As you are so very well aware, we are of one mind about this. It's one thing to go hit the backrooms/fuckjoints, and occasionally share something akin to The Connection you describe so beautifully. It's a whole 'nother kettle of fish to be fortunate enough to live it on a daily basis. It's apples vs oranges - tartare vs canned tuna - mating vs fucking. I'd gladly give every damn thing I own to see that mischievious little smile one more time ....

My partner and I were staying at a gay men’s resort for the weekend. Sunday afternoon has a pool party and happy hour that draws a large crowd of visitors from other hotels and locals in addition to the guests. A quick headcount says there were easily 75 guys on property this Sunday. We were both being friendly and flirty in the pool, making conversation with various people. I saw a few guys zone in on my partner. His dark, handsome features and swimmer’s chest are always popular. I picked out a few guys, most of them otters, whom I talked up when possible. There’s a steady ebb and flow to the pool area as people make their way to the bar, their rooms, and cruise the property. Mid afternoon I started to wander and made my way up to the playroom. As soon as I was through the plastic sheeting covering part of the entrance, I could hear the soft moans of man-on-man sex. A couple guys stood in the narrow hallway as I made my way back to the video room. My eyes were still adjusting to the dim lighting, so I could only make out silhouettes in the darkness. The video room already had 6 men in it, so I found my way to pleather seating along the sides of the room and settled in. Three guys were standing in the back of the cozy room with someone on his knees working their cocks. I recognized that body immediately — my partner was busy at work. A guy in his 30s sat next to me, a lean body with a few small tattoos and dark hair. I’d spied him in the pool, but hadn’t spoken. I waggled my hardon and he greedily went down on it. I encouraged his work by rubbing his back and massaging the rear of his head. I heard the familiar squeak of a lube bottle being pumped; I looked over and saw one of the guys lean over and play with my partner’s ass. I love seeing this happen, and responded by pushing my own cocksucker’s head down so he took the full length of my shaft. He groaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my partner was stood up and being bent over the fuck bench that dominated the room, his body now must a foot away from me and my cocksucker. I handed my poppers to one of the guys who was positioning himself at the head of the bench. “Popper him up,” I said. He twisted off the cap and pressed the bottle up under my partner’s nose, flooding his lungs with the stuff. My partner is a popper whore, and I wanted him giving his best performance. As he inhaled deeply, I added some lube to my fingers and gently applied it to my cocksucker’s hole as he continued to work my shaft — this boy was hungry! He responded to my fingers with a soft groan, signaling his willingness. I heard the lube bottle being pumped again, and one of the guys stepped up to bat behind my partner. His head came up sharply and he winced, “Ah!’ As his ass was penetrated. His hole was obviously being stretched wide, and he started to ride it to open up. One of his would-be assailants pressed his chest into the padded bench. “Fuck the slut,” he growled. There is something amazingly hot to seeing your partner’s beautiful body in a totally vulnerable position, and him being used by other men. My cocksucker suddenly stood up and started applying more lube to my own cock. Obviously inspired by the fucking next to us, he sat down on my cock. He was still wearing a jockstrap, making clear his role in the room. My cock was surrounded by the intense heat inside him, his ass velvety warm and tight as he began to ride my cock. Someone pushed poppers under his nose, and he began riding more vigorously. I knew it would be very easy to unload in his hole when i was ready. My partner was getting pounded just a few inches in front of us. The sound of the skin slapping against skin was evident in the small playroom, and I loved hearing his grunts and moans as his hole was taken. A few more guys had come into the room or were standing in the doorway enjoying the show. The guy riding my cock was clearly excited showing off for the audience and began taking longer strides up and down my cock — it felt amazing! I saw two guys switch places behind my partner’s ass on the fuck bench, the second one sliding a freshly lubed hardon into my man. “Oh fuck! That’s a thick cock.” The new guy didn’t waste time, getting right into a fast, pounding rhythm as my partner took it like a champ. The air in the room was getting kinda thick and muggy from the heavy breathing and sweat. The guy riding my cock stood up, then moved to my left where he laid down on his back on the leather seating, raising his legs to reveal his hungry hole. As I stood and moved to plunge back into him, I ran a hand along my partner’s back as he was taking cock; his skin was covered in sweat. The boy I was fucking looked super hot displayed on his back, nice tight body, legs spread and hungry. I dove in, knowing I wasn’t going to waste time. I started slamming his hole, making him grunt and yelp. The sounds of he and my partner being pounded mingled in the room, and you could hear the sound of guys jacking their cocks to the live show. “I’m gonna cum,” the guy fucking my partner said, and he unloaded into my partner’s smooth ass. Knowing he was being flooded with someone else’s cum pushed me to the edge. ”You’re getting bred next,” I said to my bottom. ”Fuck yeah,” he said. I slammed in and out, making him wince, but he never shied away. I could feel my balls get tight and the urge to release was building quickly. I had my back to the fuck bench now, totally focused on the bottom boy giving me his ass for my own pleasure. I grunted and felt the juices start to flow freely, filling his tight hole with my load. He gasped as he felt it, and I gave a few deep thrusts to ensure my load was buried deep inside him. I collapsed back into the couch seating on the other side of the fuck bench, my cock still hard but drained. Someone else moved in to keep working on the bottom I’d just bred. Meanwhile, my partner had a fresh cock buried inside his ass, fucking him with the previous load. My partner was grunting and moaning, which is sweet music to my ears. He was still kneeling on the fuck bench, being used by a handful of strangers. I had someone popper him up again, and I sat back to watch as he took another two loads. He was oblivious to who was using him, totally focused on the feeling deep in his hole as he was used. The second guy to breed him pulled out, then made his way around and pushed his cock into my partner’s mouth. “Clean it off, pig. Good pig. That’s a good piggy boy.” The third breeder was already inside him and didn’t waste any time marking his territory. It was definitely a rough fuck for my partner, spit roaster and a relentless top using his hole. I could already tell his hole was going to be tender after this. The third breeder unleashed inside my partner, grunting as he pushed it inside. My partner lay there for a couple moments, panting, collecting himself after being ridden hard. His body was dripping with sweat, and he seemed a bit disoriented as he pushed himself upright. He didn’t see me there, more focused on making his way out of the room of men who had watched him being used. I heard one of the guys slap his ass as he walked by and say, “Fucking hot piggy.”

I know what you mean. Years ago, I could find a guy to piss in my mouth or ass pretty easily. Now I almost never get to taste and and certainly never get piss fucked. It used to turn tops on when I would ask them to piss in my mouth. Now they mostly freak out.

PART 7 About five more old men fucked me and thoroughly bred my ass that early morning after Hank unloaded inside me. When everyone was gone, I slept for a couple of hours, cum covering and leaking out my hole; my white jock torn and drenched. I took a shower in that motel room and marveled at the ache in my hole as I stood under the water. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve taken up my ass. After getting dressed, I walked out the motel door. My hole felt bruised, but I was reminded with every step of the many cocks and cum loads my hole took the night before. It’s been a week since that night and Hank hasn’t texted, and neither has Phil. So I took down my profile from the safe-sex website, and logged on to BarebackFuckers.com when I could, to see if there were any men wanting to fuck me. Many of the men who fucked me in the motel “buddied” me with messages like, “Your ass still sore, boy?” and “Can I bare fuck that perfect jock butt of yours again?” Knowing that I’d want these men again, I kept my replies short and sweet: “Yep. Still sore. Thanks” and “Yes, sir. Let’s schedule a time.” I publicly buddied these men back with the relationship designated as “Fuckbuddies” on every one. With that, it seemed, many of their top friends wanted in on breaking in my butt. Leon wrote me a message. “It’s game day, jock boy. Are you going to get in my car after your game? I’ll take you to my place where I’ll undo your pants and bend you over and bareback your hole through your jockstrap again. Leave you with another of my loads deep inside. I can drive you to your team’s bar afterwards. $1,000. You’ll have a load up your butt and wad in your pocket.” I laughed and answered the message. “Sure thing, Leon. I’m all in. $1,000. I’ll meet you at your car after the game. The coach usually gives a pep talk afterward, but it shouldn’t take too long.” It was almost 12:30 when I met up with Leon at his car. We had won, and I was eager to celebrate with Leon’s large raw cock up my butt. He unlocked the passenger’s side door and I got in. The old man immediately perved over me in my uniform. He put his hand over my crotch and felt the mound of my protective cup. He knocked on it and smiled, hearing the thud of hard plastic, before reaching into my pants to pull the cup out and throw it to the floor. As we drove, he rubbed my hard cock through the polyester/lycra baseball pants. My precum, having saturated my jock pouch, created a wet spot on the the front of my white pants. When we pulled into Leon’s garage, he closed the door and immediate put his face in my crotch. He put the wet spot on my baseball pants into his mouth and began sucking. My cockhead felt the heat of Leon’s mouth through the fabric and my cock only pushed harder against the fabric to feel Leon’s mouth. As my hardon strained against the fabric, I forced more precum into the jock pouch and pants, wanting Leon to feed off of my young sperm. But, ultimately, it wasn’t my cock that Leon wanted. “Get out and lean against the hood,” he demanded. My pants were already unsnapped and unzipped. So, I got out and leaned over the hood of the car on the passenger’s side. Leon walked around the car and positioned himself behind me. His hands explored my ass through the uniform. “Fuck, I can’t believe I get to have this ass again.” I felt Leon pull down my pants slide a finger up my hole. He pulled the finger out and heard him open a canister behind me. He inserted two fingers into my hole with something cool and slick. “That’s Crisco I’m lubing you with. That’s what we used to use in the olden days.” He worked his fingers inside me for about a minute before withdrawing. “Your butt looks amazing in a jock. And that hole—that perfect, pink hole of yours. I’ll bet it’s pink, tight and happy because it’s still neg. But, you want my cock bad, don’t you, boy?” Leon put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breathe in. As I did, Leon talked some more. “Yeah, that’s right my MVP shortstop. You want nothing more than for old Leon to fuck his poz pole into your neg jock hole, don’t you?” The poppers might be something special because I was flying in no time. “Yes, sir.” “Say you want my poz cock.” “I want it. I want your poz cock inside me.” He held the poppers under my nose longer. “Do you want me to put on a rubber? That could be fun.” I thought: But, the Crisco would break the condom. Ohhhh! Leon wants to “stealth” me. Flying on poppers, I managed to say, “Fuck my hole, Leon! Make sure to put on a condom. I’m neg!” “That’s what I like to hear. Hot neg jock boys who want poz daddies to lube them up and put on condoms.” I could hear a condom being taken out of its package. A few seconds later, I could feel Leon’s latex sheathed cock rubbing my hole. He took my hand and forced me to fell the rubber on his cock. “See! All safe.” He slammed it against my hole a few times then entered it, roughly. He pushed all the way into me to bottom out in my guts. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled. Leon once again pushed my head down onto the hood of the car as he mounted my hole. “FUUUUCK that’s big!” “Just wait a bit, Adam, you’ll loosen up for me.” Leon then started long-dicking me with his massive meat. “Stay still and let daddy fuck up that cute boy hole. Hit the poppers again if you need to. I’m taking this hole.” “Fuck!” I grabbed the brown bottle again and hit off it until my whole body tingled with warmth. I could feel Leon ram fucking my ass with his giant cock, but it didn’t hurt so much now. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, deep drilling me, pushing my legs farther apart to the point that I heard my uniform pants zipper stretch and rip between my knees. Fuck this is hot! Leon pulled out a few times to punch my hole with his cockhead as he reentered me, grunting. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked me. “Stay still, boy, while I fuck you. I want to bruise up that pink hole of yours so that you’ll feel me all week.” He continued using his cockhead to bust my hole open roughly. I could sense Leon getting close as his grip on the nape of my neck tightened. I used my ass muscles to try to get more of his cock inside me. I heard a snap. “Adam. You’re neg, right?” “Yes, sir” Leon pulled out for a few seconds, doing something with the rubber and pushed back in with a grunt. “Okay, I’m close.” Leon began fucking me hard and fast. “But the condom fucking broke, kid. Sorry, but you gave me this sweet jock ass to use! I’m fucking you raw now. No rubber between us. No safety. You feel my bare cock inside you, Adam? You like it, don’t you!” “Fuck!” “So fuckin hot! I’m gonna fucking charge your hole, Adam.” I struggled under his strong arm but not a lot. I continued to milk his cock with my ass muscles trying to get him to unload. “I’m gonna fucking unload my poz nut up your neg butt, jock boy! BE STILL!” Leon bucked hard into my ass and I soon felt his cock swell and a powerful burst of hot fluid flood me. “MMMnd! Yeah, boy! Take that poz load up that sweet pink hole.” Again more volleys of Leon’s poz cum shot deep inside my rectum. Leon had my head pushed down hard again the hood as he finished off and slipped out of my hole. “Fuck yeah, boy! You took my load like a pro. Get in the car.” I turned around and saw Leon’s major piece of daddy meat covered in Crisco and cum. The broken condom was just a rolled ring of latex at the bottom Leon’s shaft. I pulled up my pants, tucked in my jersey and rebelted my softball uniform and got back into the passenger’s seat. Without cleaning up or removing the condom, Leon pulled up his pants, tucked and buckled, and got into the driver’s seat. Leon gave me one thousand dollars in an envelope and dropped me off at the bar where my team celebrates their wins. “Till next time, boy?” he asked while checking out some of my drunk teammates. “Any time, sir.”

Bottom line is guys that till you accept and admit to yourself who you realy are, true happiness will always be just slightly out of reach. Admitting to being gay is not a weakness and I am not a victim. Infact admitting to being gay and being out takes a hell of a lot of courage and strength of character. You have to have balls to be able to deal with homophobes and ignorant F%#$@. Having to lie to yourself is one thing, lying to your "Girlfriends" or "wifes" and workmates can be awful especially when the truth comes out.