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I'm a suffering cumdump at the minute. I might have overdone it while I was in London at the beginning of the month so am having to be a good boy waiting for sti tests and results and it's killing me not to be used right now. I was only there for 3 days but managed to get fucked by about 30 guys and I dunno how many loads, I lost count after like 15 cos drunk, poppers, crowded, dark etc. The entire weekend was just going from hookup to hookup, spending some time in a sauna, then heading to the next hookup so my guts could be constantly full of cum. Friday started off well with a Grindr hookup and huge BBC who just quietly railed me while he was supposed to be working from home, I honestly surprise myself that I can just let a 9" cock like that just slide into my insides with only my spit as lube. He came gallons too so I ended up stumbling from his flat to another hookup round the corner and then to the Covent Garden Health Spa sauna. It was decent enough but kinda dead so I just sucked off the three older guys that were there and had a relax. On the way home I organised another two hookups but they went silent on me. On the Saturday I had a Grindr meet with a guy round the corner from where I was staying, he was a total catfish but I still let him fuck me and give me my first load of the day. Then I went round Hampstead Heath as I'd never been before so scouted around and ended up sucking a few lads off, then hooking up with a hot as fuck dom breeder guy with a huge cock, he fucked me in the bushes and it was amazing, we could hear people chatting like metres away and here was this dom slamming into me and whispering filth in my ear before unloading in me. I put a vid up on my Twitter if anyone wants to see. After him I went to check out Pleasuredome and while it was alright the facilities were a bit shit, like no sling, no group room, no bondage equipment etc, just boring. I still got fucked by like 10 guys in there which was ace although one of them didn't cum as I think he was HnH. Got a really nice mix of races inside me which is something I think is cool about London. I then went out with some mates for drinks (I don't think they knew how full of spunk I must have been at this point) and after we called it a night I headed back to Hampstead Heath to experience it in the dark. Wow, what an experience it was. It was like the ultimate dark room, just hands on me or around me, guys trying to grab my dick and me redirecting their hands to my ass to show them what I wanted... Yeah I lost count of how many guys fucked and bred me there but it was great to feel nothing except a guy's grunts as he unloaded and then feel his cock slowly fall out of me, only for another guy to get his hands on my hips and slide in there. I was only there for a few hours but it was great even if a bit tough on the knees. On the way back I finally got to meet a poz master I'd been messaging all weekend, he wouldn't fuck me unless I was already loaded and so I stumbled to his, and offered up my now leaking ass to his BBC. It felt amazing, feeling that big thick cock slide into me and push all those anon loads deeper inside me, he was nicely verbal as he shot his load too. Perfect end to the night as I went to bed full of stranger's cum. Sunday was my last day and I basically just went to a few hookups around Angel area, got a few student lads breeding me which was nice but I wasn't really trying as I was worn out from the day before. Honestly though, I feel like I should feel some kind of shame for letting so many people use my body and fill me up but I can't wait to do it again! I'm thinking I need to organise something easier for next time, like just getting tied up on a bed somewhere and having a dom invite guys round to fuck me, message me if you'd be interested in helping with that!

A chunky Poz daddy told me he was going to be passing and asked if I wanted his poz load again. Better than that, not only did I crave his load but I would beg for it as previously. To me he’s known as PozDaddy. Sure enough he turned up as planned to find me hooded and ass up ready for breeding. As soon as he arrived I told him I needed his hot poz load inside me and needed him breeding me. He responded by sliding his dick straight into the load I already had. He was verbal and promised me his poz cum as he used my cunt. He’s definitely a horny large guy but knows how to be super sleazy and horny too. He makes me call hom my PozDaddy. He also agreed to us videoing the session to show everyone how a BB poz hungry anon cumdump should be used. He’s seeded me on quite a few passing cumdump sessions and every time PozDaddy delivers his cum deep in my cunt totally anon. He was giving me a good pounding and returned the hot poz chat as I begged for his special load. He was exploring my cunt with his poz dick in every horny dirty thrust he made into me. Sure enough I was about to take his poz seed as he asked me, “so you want P☣️zDaddys load again then? ‘Fuck yes, I’m begging to take it again’ was my response. With an intensely satisfying grunt he delivered poz cum just where I craved it. He be made sure my cunt was seeded good with his generous load and I took every last drop! I was tagged ‘PoZ’, he zipped up and left me dripping. I fingered my cummy cunt in my jock throughout the day as a horny reminder of the pleasure PozDaddy had given me. My cunt is freee and willing for the next poz top up!

Always a jock, socks, harness and pup mask. It’s my sluts uniform!

Part 7: Will Meets Dr. Wade I spent my day doing something I had never done before. I sought out as much gay porn as I could find. Sure, I had seen straight porn before. At one point, I had fantasized about eating a woman’s pussy and even impregnating a woman. Now, all I wanted was to suck a dick and have Dominic impregnate me. My searching took me down the rabbit hole. I saw everything. There was a great deal that I knew I would never try, but there were other videos I found myself surprisingly turned on by. I watched as one man peed into another man’s mouth, and I found my cock rising to life. Never had I thought about putting my mouth anywhere near urine. Even when I got some on my hand when using the bathroom I freaked out. I saw men sticking metal rods into their dicks, something they called sounding. It looked like a UTI waiting to happen, but it also looked hot. All the while, I watched the tops and bottoms, wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Dominic does. I still hadn’t fucked anyone with my dick. I’d jerked it off and had it sucked by Dom, but that was it. Would Dominic let me fuck him, I wondered. I’d never thought about my role before. For Dominic, I was a bottom, but would I always be a bottom with him? Would I be a bottom with everyone? Would there be other people other than Dominic? There was so much I still didn’t know. Once I had masturbated six times, my loads thinner with each jerk off, I stumbled out to the kitchen to get some more water. I wore nothing but the dirty jock strap which I had been using to collect the loads. It was soaked through and showed all manner of stains. I was excited to wear it to the gym for the first time, adding my sweat to the mix. I already knew Dominic’s essence was infused within the fabric. It would be my turn soon. There was a knock on the door. I checked the time and realized how late it was. Dominic didn’t have a key, and the spare he had used was in the kitchen where he left it all those days ago. He’d need to keep it until I had one made. Feeling a bit sexy as I stood in just a jock, I sauntered to the door, ready to greet the man who would be fucking my brains out. Instead, I found Pastor Kline. He stood holding a container of soup which he nearly dropped upon seeing me almost completely naked. “Will,” he gasped. “Mark,” I said, ducking back behind the door. “I’m so sorry. I thought… well… I wasn’t thinking. My brains in a bit of a haze. You know I wouldn’t open my door like this normally.” “Of course,” he said. He craned his neck, eyes looking for what was behind the door. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I told him. “I should be good enough to be back this Sunday.” “Don’t rush yourself,” he said, his eyes still distracted. “We’d hate to have you falling over in the lobby as you greeted everyone.” “I feel so much better. I’ll most definitely be back.” “That’s great to hear,” he said. “This is for you. My wife thought you’d like some soup. It always does the trick for me.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the soup. “Do you know what it was?” he asked. “Not yet,” I told him. “Could just be a bug.” “Could be,” he said. “Maybe food poisoning,” I added, seeing behind him Dominic coming down the hall. “Uh…” Pastor Kline turned, spotting Dominic. “Mr. Moore? This is a surprise.” “Yes,” Dominic said, his pace slowing. “It is.” “What are you doing here?” “Uh, well…” “He brought me some food the other day,” I lied. “You see, we were supposed to have a meeting on Tuesday, but because I didn’t feel well, I canceled. He felt bad for me and brought me food so I didn’t starve.” “Great minds think alike,” Pastor Kline said. “I told you, Dominic, that I could bring the containers to church with me Sunday,” I said, trying to act cool. “You didn’t have to come all this way.” “Well, I thought I’d just check in since I was in the neighborhood.” “Isn’t that nice,” Pastor Kline said. “Seeing someone who has only started to become a part of our family already making connections.” “Great connections,” Dominic said, passing me a quick wink. “Well, thank you, Pastor Kline,” I said, pulling the container of soup into my apartment. “I’ll see you Sunday.” “Sounds good, Will,” he said, leaving my door. He watched as Dominic continued forward. Dominic and I mimed a conversation until Pastor Kline was out of sight. “That could have been bad,” Dominic said. “I thought he was you,” I said. “We don’t look alike,” he said. “I mean, he’s good looking and all…” “I answered the door like this,” I said, stepping out to show him the lone jock strap. “Fuck,” he said, smiling. “How much did he see?” “Everything,” I told him. “I lied and said I just wasn’t thinking clearly.” “That explains why he was so stunned.” “I’ve got to be careful,” I told him. Dominic followed me inside. “I was able to get you an appointment Sunday,” he told me as I placed the soup in the fridge. “After church, of course.” “What appointment?” “To see if you’re poz,” he said. “But I have the fuck flu,” I reminded him. “Still, we need to make sure.” “Wait,” I said. “I just said I didn’t want anyone to find out. How am I supposed to go to a doctor without everyone finding out? Everyone around here knows the church. They’ll recognize me. Everyone will find out.” “I got you an appointment with my doctor,” he said. “On a Sunday?” “He owes me a favor,” Dominic told me. “What kind of favor?” “I pozzed him,” he said. “See, this one’s him.” He pointed out one of the tally marks on his arm. “You pozzed your doctor?” “I pozzed him before he was my doctor,” Dominic said. “We met online. He was a chaser and wanted to get pozzed. I offered my services. After he told me he was a doctor, I figured it was better to have not only a gay doctor as a friend but also one that understands all the kinks guys like us enjoy. He won’t tell anyone.” “If you’re sure,” I said. “Alright. After church.” Dominic and I fucked several times before Sunday, even sneaking one in before church. We arrived in different cars so no one would suspect us. As I stood in the lobby greeting everyone, I shook his hand just as I did with everyone. Everyone looked at me like the good man they all wanted their sons to become as they got older. Little did they know that the mouth that was greeting them had been sucking a dick only an hour before, poz cum running down my throat and into my stomach. We got to the doctor’s office to find only one vehicle in the parking lot. Their sign said they were closed, but Dominic said a door in the back had been left unlocked for us. He guided me inside and into an exam room in which a man was sitting. “Dom,” he said, standing and shaking hands. “How are you?” “I’m good,” he said. “The business is doing well.” “I hope so,” he said. “I’m hoping to get in soon for another tattoo. And who is this?” “Sorry. This is Will. Will, this is Doctor Wade.” Doctor Wade was shorter than Dominic and I, but his body was muscular, showing that he spent a good amount of time working out. His grip nearly crushed my hand. He was handsome, blonde hair which was styled perfectly. His eyes were a pure blue. “It’s good to meet you, Will,” he said. “And don’t worry, Dominic already told me all about you being worried that I’d tell people about you. Don’t worry. I’m the picture of discretion.” “Thanks,” I said. “We better get started,” he said. “I’m going to be taking some blood samples from you. If you could just strip down.” Dominic took a seat as I removed my clothes. Once I got down to the jock strap, Doctor Wade stretched out a hand, waving for me to hand over the jock. “This thing has seen some action,” he said. “Do you mind?” “No,” I said, not knowing what he meant. Doctor Wade lifted the jock to his nose and breathed deep. Seeing this man inhale my cum along with every other odor helped shoot my dick straight up. “There’s nothing better,” he said, placing the jock down on one of the open chairs. “Looks like Dom has found himself a hung bottom.” He went to the counter and opened a drawer, extracting a short measuring tape. He ran it along my dick. “Eight inches. You tear up holes too?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Dominic added. Doctor Wade sat on a stool and examined my dick, moving down to my balls. “Not just a big dick. You’ve got large testicles. Is your dad this big?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ve never seen him naked.” “You’re a genetics jackpot,” he said. “Brothers?” “Two,” I said. “How about them?” “Jay’s dick is smaller,” I said. “His is thicker, though. Zack’s is the same size as me.” “This is a family I’d like to meet,” Doctor Wade said. “Hop on the table and I’ll start getting samples.” Dominic watched as Doctor Wade collected his samples. Once they were taken, Doctor Wade left us in the room while he started the tests. “How do you feel?” Dominic asked. “A little nervous,” I said. “I don’t know why. I already know I’m poz.” “This’ll be the proof,” Dominic said. His hand had started rubbing his dick through his pants. As I watched, my own dick started to harden, standing at attention once more. I started running my hand along my shaft, a bead of precum collecting at the top. “We’ll have your results in a few minutes,” Doctor Wade said as he entered the room. He looked at Dominic and me, a smile filling his face. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Are there any takers?” “How about Will?” Dominic suggested. “Me?” I asked. “But, I haven’t fucked anyone before.” “Then I’ll be your happy first,” Doctor Wade said. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a ripped chest beneath. He was hairless, his muscles clearly seen. As he removed his pants, I took the time to notice the tattoos on his body. There was a tribal tattoo on his shoulder while a scorpion tattoo was on his right peck. With his pants removed, he slipped out of his underwear, revealing a six inch dick which looked to be the same thickness of a soda can. He’d easily tear someone open from just his girth. Above his dick were the words, “Demon Dick” in cursive. “Let’s switch places,” he said. I climbed off the table, Doctor Wade taking my place. In his hand he held a bottle of lube and a popper vial. He squirted some of the lube in his hand and reached down to his ass, slathering his hole. He gave me the lube as he started taking hits off the poppers. I squirted some lube on my dick and made sure I was covered. “Fuck,” Doctor Wade said, finishing his hits. “Want some?” “Sure,” I said, taking the poppers. I inhaled, feeling the world spin and my body heat up. “Shove that huge dick inside me,” Doctor Wade said, spreading his cheeks. I’d never seen an asshole before. It looked so small. I couldn’t imagine anything fitting in there. I turned back to Dominic who was watching with interest. He nodded to me, his eyes directed to Doctor Wade’s hole. I tried to remember how Dominic had fucked me. I lined my dick up with Doctor Wade’s hole and slowly started to push inside, feeling slight resistance. “You’ll have to push harder than that,” Dominic said. “You can’t break me,” Doctor Wade told me. “Shove your cock into my hole. Give me your strain.” I did as I was told and shoved hard, my dick disappearing inside. Doctor Wade cried out, his hands tightening their grip on his ass. “Fuck, you’re huge!” “Are you alright?” I asked him. “Fuck, yeah I am,” he growled. “Come on. Fuck the shit out of me.” I pushed the remainder of my dick inside until my pubes met his ass. A wave of pleasure and warmth washed over me, my dick never feeling anything like it. I’d thought my hand could do the job. Turns out I had been wrong. Nothing felt like this. I pulled out slow and then pushed back in, trying to remember how I had seen them doing it in porn. I was clumsy at first, Dominic and Doctor Wade giving me orders. Soon, I was fucking Doctor Wade’s ass without a problem. “Fuck, you’re tearing me open,” he groaned. “I can feel you in my chest.” “Fuck, really?” I asked, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. I could feel myself getting close. I looked back at Dominic and found him holding up his phone, recording us. “What are you doing, Will?” Dominic asked? “I’m fucking Doctor Wade,” I said, keeping my rhythm up. “And is this your first time fucking someone with your dick?” “Yes,” I said. “And what kind of cum are you going to shoot?” “Poz cum.” “And who pozzed you?” “You did, Daddy.” “And who else did I poz?” “You pozzed Doctor Wade.” “And now you’re giving him another round of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Are you going to shoot?” Doctor Wade called, his hand jerking off his own dick. “I’m ready to cum.” “Almost,” I said, my thrusts quicker. “Fucking shoot in my hole,” Doctor Wade said. “Knock me up with your babies. Give me your poz cum. Infect me again.” “I’m infecting you with my poz cum.” “Do it. Shoot in me. Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Doctor Wade’s hole tightened around my dick, pulling me further inside him as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his face, chest, and abs. From his spasms my body shot into overdrive. “I’m cumming,” I cried, closing my eyes as the most powerful orgasm shook my body. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting into his ass, my cum flowing out of me like a faucet. I held onto Doctor Wade’s legs for support, my body shaking. “Fuck, it just keeps coming,” Doctor Wade said, looking down at me as my body continued to squirt more of my cum inside him. “You should have been a sperm donor.” “He’ll be donating his sperm,” Dominic said with a wicked smile. “It’ll be a little different than that, though.” Once my orgasm had ended, my cock slipped out of Doctor Wade’s ass, a drop of cum hanging from the head. Looking down, I realized I was seeing my cock for the first time being used as it was meant to be used. Doctor Wade climbed down from the table and handed me some wipes to clean myself up. He didn’t clean himself up, though. Instead, he left the room with my cum dripping out of his ass and his cum dripping down his body. “What’ll you do with that?” I asked Dominic, pointing at his phone. “I’m going to keep it so we can watch later,” he said. “Don’t worry. It won’t go online.” As I finished cleaning myself, I realized that there was a part of me that didn’t care if it was put online. There was a part of me that wanted other men to see me fucking someone like Doctor Wade. I wanted people to know that I had a huge dick and could keep cumming for what felt like an eternity. I wanted people to know. “Well,” Doctor Wade said, reentering the room. “I’ve got the results right here.” “And?” Dominic and I asked. “Congratulations,” Doctor Wade told us. “You’re positive. You’ve officially joined the brotherhood.” I turned to Dominic who was sporting the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone wear. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, holding my naked body close. “I’m so proud,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Now, you’ll have a piece of me with you forever.” “I’m yours forever,” I whispered back, meaning it.

Sounds like a great weekend! I’m just curious, though: two saunas but no sex club (Vault, SBN, etc.). How come? Glad you got to experience the Heath, though- it’s probably at its best right now!

…that might “complicate” stealthing. As if stealthing were in any way something that ought to be easy? By all means let’s complicate the fuck out of it. Literally.

You always do such a good job too @Doccer19677 my cunt is yrs anytime you need to dump a poz load in it! 😈😈😈☣️☣️☣️

Hypothesizing… All the sex parties shut down (voluntarily). Guys know friend (or friends of friends) who got it and are going through long painful illnesses. Guys are seeing OF/JFF models describe what they're going through and urging them to get vaccinated. More guys are getting vaccinated. Most guys are just cutting back on sex generally. The guys who aren't cutting back are getting it and in too much pain to have sex. The other (less optimistic) reason might be that the 9.4% represented a getting through a backlog of tests (it was around the time additional labs were allowed to do the test). If that's the case then the percentage that week might be artificially high and it may not actually be going down.

Between this demonstrably false statement and your claim that you "personally know women who have had ten or eleven abortions" when you're clearly not someone a woman (much less "women") would confide in I have to conclude that you live under a bridge.

Part 60 - The Prince And The Commoner The morning began in the usual routine, Tom was on early duty and allowed Alex and Max a little lay in before serving them a surprise breakfast in bed. He crept past the doors to Franco then Artem's trying to be discreet and putting his ear to the door briefly, he was desperate to find out if anything went on last night when they disappeared together. He could hear nothing and disappointingly went off to fetch breakfast. Artem began waking up and his senses instantly picking up he was not alone, rolling on to his side and opening his eyes he was face to face with Franco who was watching him. "Morning" Franco said in a very content voice and smiling at him, "You look sleepy". Artem stared at him in a bewildered manner "Morning, tired. What are you doing here?". "We talked and fell asleep" Franco replied, "You want me to leave?" he asked. "Yes" Artem replied then paused, "I mean no. I mean I don't know" he added sounding confused. Franco smiled resting his head on his arm "Have you forgotten about last night?" he now asked. "Yes" Artem said, "I mean no" he sad sounding just as confused again and rolling on his back. Franco leaned up "You will keep" he said softly leaning over him, "There is no rush". Artem looked up in to his eyes "This scares me Franco" he said in a hushed tone and looking concerned. "Scares you!" Franco exclaimed, "How do think I feel? I have no idea what to do now". Finally Artem smiled and chuckled "We both have busy days. It is wedding day" Franco said. Artem nodded "Guess we should get to work then" he said sitting up causing Franco to move. Franco mistook his movement and moved his head slightly away then forward again catching Artem completely by surprise kissing him on the lips very delicately. Moving his head away he looked at Artem who let out a soft tantalising sigh, his eyes closed and his face expressionless. "What was that for?" Artem asked opening his eyes quickly and partly in shock. Franco smiled "I thought that was why you sat up" he replied leaning back. Artem smiled "No I was going to get ready for work" he said climbing off the bed. Franco buttoned up his shirt noticing Artem was looking at his chest "Well I should go" he said. Artem nodded and walked with Franco through the lounge "See you later" he said nervously. Franco put his hand on the door "Of course you will, we work together!" he remarked laughing. Artem now found the balls he had been so desperate to find and stepped towards Franco planting a kiss on his lips, Artem now made the mistake of only moving his head a few inches away. Franco took it as another signal and kissed Artem again, only this time he kept his lips attached to Artem's. Then letting go of the door handle and wrapping his arms around Artem in a hug, he was pleasantly surprised that Artem did the same. "I better go Artem" Franco finally said letting go. Artem nodded letting go of Franco and kissing him on the cheek "Lips!" Franco exclaimed. Artem laughed at Franco pointing to his lip and kissed him again "Go" Artem said opening the door. Artem closed the door leaning back against before realising that their kiss had for the first time aroused him. Even kissing girls he had never got an erection like this, his cock was bone hard. He smiled to himself finally understanding that hidden away but there was his true nature and orientation. Franco grinned walking across to his apartment and discreetly feeling his boner, that one intimate hug with Artem was all he needed to know, that and he also knew it had caused Artem to have a hard on as well. Alex turned on the television to see that coverage had already started of the big day, crowds had been gathering since just after midnight lining the route from the palace to the cathedral and around the plaza. It wasn't long before the bed was full as last to walk in was Artem and Franco, having talked they were interested but decided to wait until after the wedding before finding their feet. Alex and Max smiled at them arriving and patting the bed to join Mateo, Tom and Liam who were all drinking coffee and talking noisily. The coverage flipping every now and then to last nights footage and royal commentators expressing their views, one in particular remarked that it was so nice to see how Prince Alexander and Max came outside for a bit or normality in one of Victoria's hottest gay clubs on their last night as single men. Even Alex was surprised when the coverage returned to the plaza and boulevard, the sheer amount of crowds already gathered in support was quite astonishing to him. Alex and Max were still naked under the sheets when the queen arrived with the king to check on them. They stood in the lounge that was deathly quiet and they wondered where all the household staff had got to. They heard laughter and could make out a TV was on in the master suite and opened the door stepping inside to find the most unusual but funny sight. Instantly everyone scrambled off the bed bowing and addressing the king and queen at their sudden appearance. The king and queen laughed at the sight "Please back on the bed" the queen commanded. "I am so sorry" Alex said wondering what on earth his parents would think. "What for?" the queen asked, "What you do in your private quarters is your business" she added. Max shrugged from embarrassment "Coffee?" he asked and they both nodded sitting on the bed to join them. "On it" Mateo called out from the other side of the bed causing the king and queen to laugh. "I do like this, seeing you all enjoying time together and relaxing" the king said. Mateo returned with coffees "Your majesties, coffee" he said bowing. The queen smiled then turned to Alex "So tell me what happened last night?" she asked. Alex looked at Max then his mother "Did something happen?" he now asked confused. The king smiled "You are all over the TV and papers this morning" he told them looking happy. "Phew!" Alex said in relief, "I though it was something bad". "Completely the opposite" the queen replied, "You all going out was very well received". Nick appeared with two footman and a massage table "Ah Nick, over there please" the queen said. "Your majesties, royal highness, sir. Good morning" Nick said smiling at Alex and Max. "Thought you both might like a massage before getting ready" the queen said standing up. "Guys we should give Alex and Max some privacy before their busy day" the king said kindly. "Nick is really rather good at them" the king added and queen nodded in agreement. Leaving with all the household Alex looked at Nick "Do you massage everyone?" he asked. Nick chuckled "The queen has one once a week, she will only let me do them" he replied. "How come I do not know about this?" Alex asked smirking. Max was about to jump out of the bed but Alex pushed him back and scooted off getting on to the massage table laughing and fully naked. Outside in the lounge Sam had arrived since he was getting ready with Max, Josh had dropped his suit off for the big day and he was anxious to see it. Mateo gave him a cup of coffee as everyone was going off in different directions getting prepared. "Is there a happy ending Nick?" Max asked laying back on the bed. "Of course" Nick replied, "You two get married" he said laughing. Max laughed "I think Alex married about ten guys last night" he remarked. Alex was about to say something but Nick pushed his head back down telling him to be quiet. He was quiet for just over a minute before he started moaning sexually as Nick got to work giving him a full body massage. Sam listened at the door that was slightly ajar and could hear the sleazy conversation going on before walking inside. "You are all so disgusting!" Sam announced closing the door. Alex raised his head "You are just jealous!" he called out before Nick pushed his head back down. "Brother" Sam said bowing his head and smirking. "Fuck off!" Max said laying on his stomach watching Nick at work. Sam sat on the bed next to him "So are you next, do I get to hear your erotic moans again?". Max gave him a sarcastic grin "Why don't you go and annoy your best friend" he remarked. "He is busy getting ready" Sam replied as Artem walked in handing a towel to Sam. "Thanks Artem" Sam said standing up, "I am using your shower by the way" he said walking off. "Bloody cheek!" Max said as Alex let out another erotic moan causing him to laugh. Sam finished showering and re-joined Max on the bed. Nick slapped Alex on the arse telling him his time was up and Alex got to his feet and quickly wrapped the towel around him to hide his massage arousal but Sam noticed and laughed mocking Alex, he walked over to Sam threatening to get his cock out before Max pushed him towards the bathroom then taking his place on the massage table. Sam sat there crossed legged laughing for a good ten minutes until Mateo appeared beckoning him to the dressing room where he was going to help Sam get dressed. The TV still played in the background and had now moved to watch the guests starting to arrive. Those not staying in the palace were taken to a security screening area then placed on mini buses taking them to the cathedral. Alex caught the commentator announcing that fashion designer Joshua Franks who had previously been associated to the prince was arriving getting out of a car with the Master of Royal Horses who was dressed in his white tunic. He then got excited commentating that Josh was holding hands with him walking in to the cathedral. Just as Max came out of the bathroom wearing a bath robe. Alex smiled "I did that!" he exclaimed proudly seeing them two of them looking happy. "We all did that!" Max replied giggling. Tom and Mateo appeared "Come on brides time to get dressed" Tom announced. Alex huffed looking at him "That will cost you later! he remarked. Tom rubbed his cock "No more of this from today, you will be married" he replied laughing They walked in the dressing room where Max saw the black tunic hanging up with the purple sash and the gold royal insignia. Tom sorted Alex out and Mateo handed Max his underwear and socks then breeches, Mateo helped him in to the then the black tunic that was now adorned with gold lacing and fasteners exactly like Alex's. Finally Mateo placed the sash over his right shoulder and fastened it to the left hip of his tunic then attached the gold royal insignia. He was only now allowed to wear this tunic since taking the oath and pledges. Mateo stepped back then kissed him on the cheek almost crying at how perfect Max looked. Alex turned to Max in his black tunic, just below his left breast was the Sovereign Royal Star of Monrovia and his purple sash over his right shoulder bearing the gold royal insignia at the top, below was the brooch of his parents coronation, then the royal coat of arms, below that the Seal of Monrovia and finally the Dukedom of Montcalm coat of arms. Max smiled "Wow, you look all glitzy and fancy" he said walking over and kissing him. "Thank you" Alex said kissing him back, "You look stunning Max" he said admiring him. "I am bricking it Alex" Max said looking worried, "Forgot how you look when so royal" he added. Alex chuckled and held him "You have nothing to worry about Max, all that matters today is us and I love you". "Why do I have to wear the same though?" Max asked, "I am not royalty". Alex guessed from Max's tunic that was about to change "Probably another tradition when marrying royalty". Max looked curiously at him "I suppose. And I love you" he replied kissing him again. He certainly felt a little different looking at his appearance in the mirror, he could easily pass as being a member of the royal family. He certainly was not dressed ordinarily considering he was a commoner marrying a prince. Liam and Franco appeared in the lounge dressed in the household royal white tunics, Liam with a gold sash and Franco a pale yellow one. Max looked at how official the four of them now looked together. Liam and Franco stole a glance at each other, they both knew what was happening today and that Franco also had a little act to play after the service. Their focus and duty today was to walk behind them in a tradition to deliver them safely to the archbishop for the ceremony then back to the palace. "It is almost time" Liam said accompanying the prince and Max in to the lounge. A knock at the door "Your royal highness, sir" the footman said standing there, "If you would follow me please". The nerves even getting to Alex now as they walked silently through the residence side of the palace and through the double doors in to the main palace and the receiving room, Alex and Max held hands tightly through their own nerves. Inside stood the king and crown prince Alden dressed in their royal finery, Max's father and brother also stood there dressed in black suits designed and made by Josh that looked almost to perfect for the occasion. Max could hardly believe how his brother looked now, cutting a very fine figure with his slowly changing body from working out with Nick and military school training. Max's mother had left with the queen and dowager queen a few minutes before them and they now waited until they had confirmation of their arrival at the cathedral. Max would leave first with his father, brother and Franco in a royal car. Alex with the king, crown prince and Liam would leave five minutes after by horse drawn carriage. Franco approached and nodded at Max that it was time to leave. Within minutes they were in the royal car and slowly moving down the drive to the gates and on to the boulevard. The roar of cheers was deafening and could be heard getting louder and louder inside the cathedral, the reaction from the crowd shocked them all and Sam was loving every second of it and waving away happily. All the guests now took their seats again after the arrival of the queen and dowager queen. Two bishops now made their way to the entrance with the appearance of the archbishop at the altar. Like clockwork precision things started happening, the organ began piping soft choral music as the guests all settled down to their allocated seats in anticipation, Felipe and Alfonso looking over their shoulders constantly and holding hands, Alfonso briefly made eye contact with the Spanish royal family who nodded in acknowledgment to him. Lady Trasilion and her family sitting on Max's family side to avoid any suspicion over Alden and her daughters involvement. The sovereign guards now began taking up position lining the aisle to the nave and altar. Max remembering his training from the dowager queen waved in acknowledgement to the cheering crowd as the royal car drove slowly on to the plaza taking the long route around then stopping outside. Back at the palace Alex stood with his father, brother and Liam as the horse drawn carriage arrived, with eight Sovereign Guards on horseback, four each side that was protocol and tradition when royalty travelled by carriage on ceremonial and state occasions. Two footmen stood at the rear of the carriage dressed in their full livery. Alex sat facing forward with Liam, the king and crown prince facing them in the opposite seat as the carriage began the slow trek along the drive. This was the only occasion where Liam would get to ride in the carriage and even he never thought this day would happen, but as the prince's protection officer his duty was to ensure he arrived safely. The door was opened by a sovereign guard and Franco exited first then turned and bowed his head slightly to Max holding his hand out to assist Max who stepped out on to the red carpet and a thunderous cheer, Sam and Lawrence followed. Sam took a brief moment to take it all in, completely surreal in his head trying to fathom the whole thing out again. It was so different from when they visited London and did everything discreetly. Lawrence tapped Sam on the shoulder and they climbed the few steps to the door of the cathedral, weirdly Max was desperate to turn and look at the crowd but remembering his rehearsal training he kept his eyes focused forward even with the crowd still cheering loudly. Stepping inside they heard the loud roar of the crowd in the distance that meant only one thing to Max, his prince was on his way. Lawrence stood by his son "Marrying a prince, whatever next" he said having a laugh to himself. Max smiled "Mostly your fault" Max reminded him smiling. "Dam this is quite unreal" Sam said standing besides Max. Max looked ahead "Bring it on!" he said forgetting about his nerves looking inside the cathedral. Sam leaned in kissing him on the cheek "Come on lets get you hitched". They stepped inside and the bishop bowed his head and took up position ahead of Max, the organ now played the Lauda Anima regal melody with his father and brother to his left and right, Franco along with a sovereign guard stood behind. The guests now stood and the procession elegantly moved down the aisle towards the nave and altar. Max tried to remain calm and was so surprised to see his brother quite chilled out at the whole thing, nodding and smiling at people he recognised. Reaching the nave in front of the altar they moved over to the right side where his mother and family were sat. The guests sat down again as the roars from the crowd outside resonated inside the tall ceilings of the cathedral, the carriage turned on to the plaza taking the same long route around and coming to a stop at the red carpet. Liam was out first and Alex stepped out of the carriage taking Liam's hand for assistance then waited for his father and brother to join him. Along with the sovereign guard they walked up the few steps and turned to wave to another loud roar of cheers before stepping inside. Immediately the trumpeters located high in the gallery blasted out the royal fanfare announcing the arrival of the sovereign. The guests all stood and turned to face the aisle in greater anticipation now. The second bishop bowed three times to each member of the royal family then took up position in front of Alex, the king and crown prince at each side of him, Liam and the sovereign guard behind. The choir now began singing Praise My Soul, King of Heaven as the royal procession slowly made its way along the aisle, guests bowed and curtsied as they passed by. Culminating in them taking the left side in front of the queen, dowager queen, princess Marie and the duke. Alex and Max moved to the centre closer together ready to begin the royal act of union that was being broadcasted live and on large screens all around the plaza and boulevard. A deathly silence now fell that gave it a fleeting weird atmosphere before the archbishop began speaking. Prayers were said then the archbishop read out the exhortation to take marriage serious and love each other throughout their time together. The archbishop now turned to Alex addressing him "Do you Prince Alexander Albert son of our gracious monarch His Majesty The King of Monrovia take Maximilian Westwood-Lymm to be your lawfully wedded husband, will you promise to love and cherish him in sickness and in health so long as you both shall live, dignify and respect the royal act of union?" he asked. Alex looked Max in the eye "I Prince Alexander Albert take thee Maximilian Westwood-Lymm to be my lawfully wedded husband, I will love and cherish you in sickness and in health so long as we both shall live and by the royal act of union and grace of His Majesty The King of Monrovia" he said as a cheer erupted outside. The archbishop paused as silence resumed he looked at Max "Do you Maximilian Westwood-Lymm take Prince Alexander Albert son of our gracious monarch His Majesty The King of Monrovia to be your lawfully wedded husband, will you promise to love and cherish him in sickness and in health, do you pledge to protect and serve His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the sovereign crown so long as you both shall live, dignify and respect the royal act of union?" he asked. Max looked Alex in the eye "I Maximilian Westwood-Lymm take thee Prince Alexander Albert son of your gracious monarch His Majesty The King of Monrovia to be my lawfully wedded husband, I will love and cherish you in sickness and in health, I pledge to protect and serve His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the sovereign crown so long as we both shall live and by the royal act of union and grace of His Majesty The King of Monrovia" he said as a louder cheer erupted again outside by the crowd. The archbishop paused for silence "By the grace of the holy mighty" he started saying whilst drawing a cross on each of their foreheads, "Servant to the Monrovian nation and our sovereign, in the sight of these witnesses and the royal act of union do pronounce you as husband and husband". A deafening cheer erupted along with an applause from the outside. The congregation of royals and guests stood and clapped as the cathedral organ started playing for the first hymn to be sung by the choir. The guests began sitting down and watched on as Alex and Max were now accompanied by the archbishop and clergy officials to the anointing room out of public gaze. The king, queen, dowager queen, crown prince and princess Marie followed. This was the part that Max only had a vague idea of what was to happen, he was expecting to be anointed with a special oil now he was officially part of the Alex's world and royal family. Alex stood by his brother as the archbishop appeared with a box. The king pulled out a Sovereign Royal Star of Monrovia and pinned it to the left breast of Max's tunic who looked slightly bewildered as this was not in their rehearsal. The king now stepped back and bowed to Max which had him even more confused and he looked at the star on the kings tunic that was a mirror image of his. Oh shit he thought to himself in a brief moment of realisation at what was about to happen to him. He was feeling sick to his stomach from nerves trying to take his mind off it to calm himself down, looking around he saw the entire royal family and governor premier standing there witnessing this, he had now figured this was no ordinary anointing. In an unrehearsed part the archbishop instructed Max to go down on one knee, he looked over at Alex who smiled and nodded to him wiping his eyes. Max knelt down as the archbishop dipped his finger in the anointing oil ready to draw a cross on his forehead as he now spoke "Almighty and everlasting god, we beseech thee of thy abundant Goodness, pour out the Spirit of thy Grace and Blessing upon this thy Servant a new of Prince Maximillian of Monrovia. That as by the Imposition of our Hands, he is this Day crowned Prince, so he may, by thy Sanctification, continue always thy chosen Servant, through Christ our Lord" he said finishing the cross and stepping back. A Sovereign Guard stepped forward handing the king the Sovereign Sword of Monrovia, another guard stepped forward holding an open box. The king stepped towards Max "By the Spirit of thy Grace and the ancient holy order of monarchy, I bestow to you the full royal title of Prince Maximilian of Monrovia, Duke of Valeoir and Marquess of Montcalm" he said tapping Max on each shoulder then resting the sword on his head then continuing "By the Sovereign Statue in act of union and in presence of these witnesses you are here forth granted full royal status as His Royal Highness" he finished by removing the sword handing it back to the guard. His head was spinning yet he didn't feel scared anymore, he had figured all along something would happen but to be made a prince certainly never crossed his mind. The king now pinned the brooch of the coronation, then the royal coat of arms, the Seal of Monrovia, the Dukedom of Valeoir coat of arms and finally the Dukedom of Montcalm coat of arms on to his sash. Max stepped back and bowed. Alex now stepped forward and joined Max then knelt down as his father tapped him on both shoulders then resting the sword on his head and bestowing him the title of Marquess of Valeoir and pinning the Dukedom of Valeoir on to his sash. The archbishop stepped forward again indicating for Max to kneel again "By the anointing, swearing of the oath and pledges and here in the presence of these witnesses from this day forward thou shalt be known by title and honour as His Royal Highness Prince Maximilian Turon de Vasco, Prince of Monrovia, Duke of Valeoir and Marquess of Montcalm" he now anointed Max again with the oil, "To serve the Sovereign Nation of Monrovia and His Majesty the King of Monrovia. Be treated in kind and privilege befitting a Royal Highness. Almighty and everlasting god, the Sprit of thy Grace and thy Blessing thy Servant of New may stand as His Royal Highness Prince Maximilian of Monrovia" the archbishop signalled for Max to stand which he did, the archbishop now took one step back and bowed fully to Max. Steven now stepped forward and knelt in front of Max as the archbishop spoke again "By representative of the freely elected officials of the government of Monrovia, do you kneel before the anointed Prince Maximilian of Monrovia, and in your capacity do you willingly accept his status?" he asked the governor premier. Steven kept his head bowed "I the Governor Premier of Monrovia, acting on behalf of the freely elected officials of our sovereign nation do willingly accept his rightful place as a Prince of Monrovia". He looked up taking Max's hand and kissing it before standing and taking one step back then bowing. Max looked on like he was experiencing an out of body experience and watching himself as the most surreal part happened when the king again stepped forward. He took Max's hand and kissed it "Your Royal Highness" he said bowing and stepping back. The queen now kissed his hand "Your Royal Highness" she said curtsying and stepping back. Each member followed until Alex kissed his hand "Your Royal Highness" he said bowing. Then just like that it was over and everyone seemed to relax except Max who still looked bewildered, confused and totally gobsmacked realising he was now a prince. The king walked over "Max a word in private please" he said noticing the shocked look on his face. "What have you done?" Max asked when they were alone, "I don't understand why. I am not royal". The king smiled "I never explain my decisions Max" he said putting a hand on his shoulder. "Well try this time" Max urged looking over at Alex, "I mean making me a prince?". "You love my son and he loves you beyond words" the king said smiling. Max looked at his decoration "You are his equal except by blood line" the king added. Max looked at him "Okay, so I get that bit but seriously making me a prince!" he emphasised again. "And a duke and a marquess" the king added, "Importantly government agreed completely" he said. Max looked the king in the eye "Now I have a lot to live up to" he remarked. The king laughed "Yes, now you are a prince" he replied, "The queen and I along with the dowager will help you Max". "Was this her doing?" Max asked finally breaking in to a smile. "No. Anyway my mother loves you already Max and trust me that doesn't happen often" the king said. Max knew he could do nothing now "The people of Monrovia love you both" the king added. Max stood in silence for a moment "The choir are finishing we should go" the king called out. "Thank you your majesty" Max said bowing as they joined the family and Max took Alex's hand. The king smiled and left with the royal family whilst Alex and Max stood waiting for the archbishop to accompany them out of the anointing room at the right time. The one thing Max had remembered from his protocol training with the dowager, blood royals always take precedence above non-blood royals when being presented of attending ceremonial and state occasions. The king and a sovereign guard approached towards Franco who knew his role was to step forward and bow. Silently the king removed the yellow sash and retrieved a gold sash from the box the guard was carrying and placed it over Franco's right shoulder and attached the two dukedom coat of arms, he knew straight away that Max had received his royal title. Artem stood there watching across the aisle at the scene and quickly wiped his eyes getting all emotional realising that Max had been granted royal status but as yet unknown. The archbishop and two bishops nodded and preceded in front of Alex and Max as the trumpeters blasted out the royal fanfare at their exiting the anointing room, he had entered the room as a commoner and now was leaving as a prince. It took a several seconds for them to walk across the altar then turn to face the congregation of guests where they, for the first time saw the two men wearing identical royal regalia. Many of the royal guests and household nodded and smiled knowing that what Max now wore on his tunic and sash meant. The archbishop stood at the head of the altar to complete the act of union. Alex and Max knelt on the red cushions waiting. The archbishop placed his sash on both their heads "By the act of union and the blessing of Holy Orders to this sovereign land, upholding the dignity royal and servitude. Prince Alexander of Monrovia, Prince Maximilian of Monrovia be blessed with health and long life fulfilling their duty to the Monarch and our nation" he finished by stepping back two paces and bowing first to Alex then to Max. It was the first time the crowds outside heard Max being addressed as a prince and it caused a loud cheer and applause to echo inside the cathedral. The peel of bells began to ring out and the organist played the Lauda Anima regal melody as Alex and Max stepped off the cushion and altar, together they walked in front of the king and queen then turning to face them they both bowed. Facing forward again the TV cameras panned in close to pick up the full royal seals adorned on Max's tunic and sash. Strangely Max felt quite calm now this official ceremony was over, right now he had to focus since Alex and he had to walk down the aisle to the waiting carriage. Liam and Franco presented themselves to Alex and Max bowing to Alex and then Max received a full bow from them before they took up their positions behind them along with two sovereign guards. The king and Max's mother took up position behind them followed by two more sovereign guards, then by the queen and Max's father then the dowager queen flanked by Alden and Sam and finally Princess Marie and her husband. Before they reached the doors the press release was issued from the governor premier's office 'Their Majesties the King and Queen on Monrovia along with the Governor Premier are delighted to announce that upon the act of union between His Royal Highness Prince Alexander and Maximilian Westwood-Lymm, His Majesty The King of Monrovia and the archbishop performed the ancient anointing ceremony of Maximilian Westwood-Lymm. They leave the cathedral and start their lives together as Prince Alexander of Monrovia, Duke of Montcalm and Marquess of Valeoir and Prince Maximilian of Monrovia, Duke of Valeoir and Marquess of Montcalm'. The news flashed up on the big screens around the plaza to a eruptions of loud cheering, the bells of the cathedral started ringing out as the two princes stepped through the doors with the crowd going wild. They paused for a moment smiling and waving then the chanting started from the crowd for them to kiss, they did not hesitate and shared their first and very public kiss to a roar of cheers and flag waving. Max was standing there as a prince and the start of a life that was going to be incredibly different from what even he imagined when meeting the sexy guy standing next to him on that beach. The horse drawn carriage, footmen and sovereign guards stood in position waiting for the royal princes.

Part 6: Will Converts Two Sundays later I was meant to preach, but when my alarm went off, I found myself waking up to the worst feeling I had ever felt. I felt so sick, as if the worst flu of my life had taken hold. I rolled over and grabbed my phone, calling Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. What’s up?” “I’m really not feeling well,” I told him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to be in for the service. I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just rest, and we’ll see you when you’re better.” “Thanks,” I said. I fell back to sleep for what felt like hours. My phone eventually woke me up, Dominic’s name on the screen. “Hey, Will,” he said. “Hi,” I groaned. “Is everything okay?” “I’m really sick,” I told him. “I’ve never felt this bad before.” “How long have you felt like this?” “Since this morning.” “Look, I’m on my way back. I’ll come over. Just text me your address and where you keep a spare key.” I did as he said and fell back to sleep. When I woke up next, I felt something pressing against my back, something warm and big. “You’re awake,” Dominic said, whispering into my ear. “You made it,” I said. “Wait. You should go. I don’t want you to get sick.” “I won’t,” he said. “What do you mean?” “I’ve already been sick.” “What? When?” “Twenty years ago,” he said. I didn’t understand. “Dom, you can get sick again.” “Not with this,” he said. “What are you talking about?” “You’ve got the fuck flu,” he said. “You can only get it once.” “What, like when you lose your virginity?” “No,” he told me. “Only when you’ve been pozzed.” I waited quietly, trying to understand him. “What are you talking about?” “When someone who is poz fucks someone who isn’t, that other person, hopefully, becomes poz too.” “But, what does poz mean?” “It means positive,” Dominic said. “Positive with HIV.” I was silent as the reality set it. “You mean, you’re HIV positive?” “Sure am,” he whispered into my ear, kissing my neck. “And now, so are you?” “What?” “That’s why I fucked you four times,” he said. “I needed to make sure that my strain infected you.” I felt my stomach turn, my skin growing cold. “You knew this would happen?” “I was hoping it would,” he said. “That’s why I opened the cut in your hole again. That’s why I dug my nails into your hole, making sure my cum could get to your blood.” “You did this on purpose?” “Of course, I did,” he said. “But why?” “To make you mine,” he said, holding me tight. “I’ve converted forty-nine men in my life.” He looked down at his arm, running a hand over the tally marks. “I remember each of them. But with you, you’re different.” “Why am I different?” “You’re the forbidden fruit,” he told me. “You’re the man of God, the incorruptible. From the moment I saw you at the gym, I knew I wanted you.” “At the gym? We met at my church.” “That’s where you saw me,” he said. “I saw you at the gym weeks before. From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to meet you. When one of the workers told me who you were, I knew I had to fuck you, to convert you. That’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks now. Honestly, I wasn’t sure it was going to work. It wasn’t until last Sunday when we were talking after your sermon that I knew you wanted me. All I had to do was get you to my place.” “This was a trap?” I cried, my chest heaving as I tried to hold back tears. “You did all of this to infect me? Why would you do that?” “To be with you,” he said. “I didn’t just do it to stealth you. I did it because I want to be with you. I want you to be mine. I want my strain to be a part of your body forever. I want you to carry a part of me until you die. That’s why I did it. I wanted you. And I know, deep down, you want me.” “No,” I cried, trying to push him away. My arms were too weak. “You may not feel it now, but you’ll realize it soon.” “No. I’ve got to do something. I’ve got to go to the hospital.” “It’s too late,” he told me. “You’re already converting.” I closed my eyes tight and cried. “I know it’s scary now, but soon you’ll understand how much I want you. I’m not leaving. I’ll stay until you feel better. If you still feel the same, I’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again. But, if you change your mind, which I think you will, I promise to make you mine and show you a life you’ve never even imagined.” I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. I was reeling. How could someone do something like this? I thought back to that night, going over everything he said. I remembered him saying that he wanted to make me his. I remember him saying that he wanted to convert me. I just didn’t understand what any of that meant. I did now, and I was scared. I fell asleep for several more hours. My mind was still filtering through everything I had just learned. I was now HIV positive. A lead pastor, a straight virgin, was now poz from having been fucked four times by a gay man. What had I done? Moments from the night played in my head, the way I sucked his dick, the way he inserted his fingers inside me. I could still feel his cock inside me. I could taste the cum. I could feel his warm body against mine, holding me close. It all felt amazing. It all felt like exactly what I wanted. Why can’t you have it, my mind asked? If Dominic can have it and he’s poz, why can’t you? You loved being with him. You loved having him inside you. You loved tasting him and smelling him. You never imagined sex with a woman being that good. Why run away from something that can feel so right? Maybe your life isn’t ending. Maybe it’s just beginning. I woke up, my eyes glancing over to my alarm clock where I could see it was early morning Tuesday. I’d missed Monday entirely. I turned over and searched the room, finding Dominic standing in the corner, his phone to his ear. “I won’t be in today,” he said. “I’ll be out for a few days. Reschedule my appointments if you have to. Thanks, Chris.” He turned back to me and caught my eye. “Hey,” he said. “How do you feel?” “Bad,” I told him. “But not as bad.” He nodded. “Still hate me?” I thought about this seriously. Yes, there was a part of me that was furious, but there was an even greater part of me that found the whole idea exciting. “No,” I said. He smiled. “Good.” “I feel warm,” I moaned, pushing at the covers. “Here,” he said, pulling them off me. As he did, my naked body was revealed. Both of us took notice of my hard cock. “You know,” he said, “Sometimes, while you’re converting is when you’re the most horny.” “Really?” I asked. My hand moved down to my cock and took hold. “You’re right,” I groaned. Dominic pulled his shirt off and removed his pants, revealing no underwear underneath. “You look ready to go,” I said. “Well, call me hopeful,” he said. “I was almost sure you weren’t going to kick me out. I wanted to be ready.” I smiled. “Hold on,” he said, running out of my bedroom. He came back in with a water bottle. “Remember this” he asked, shaking the contents. “These were some of your last negative loads,” he said. “I wanted to save them to use as lube for when we fucked again.” “How romantic,” I said. I was too weak to lift my legs, so Dominic did it for me, resting my legs over his shoulders. He opened the bottle and poured out my cum into his hand, rubbing it on my asshole and then rubbing it on his dick. What remained he poured on my cock. “Use your neg loads to shoot our your first poz load,” he said, rubbing his own dick. “Fuck yeah,” I said, jerking my cock. He lined up his dick and pushed inside, my ass resisting the intrusion. I winced at the pain. “Here’s some poppers,” he said, holding out the vial. He pressed down on my nostril as I breathed in. Then he moved to the other one. Once I was high enough, he closed the vial and threw it to the side. He started pumping into me, his rhythm quick and sharp. “Are you ready for another dose of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, jerking my cock. “You want my dirty load?” “Yes.” “You want me to infect you again?” “Yes.” “Don’t shoot without warning me,” he said. “I want to collect it in the bottle he said. You understand?” I nodded. He kept fucking me, my ass tearing open again. “There’s a lot of blood on my dick,” he said, smearing it on his fingers. He slipped his fingers into my hole along with is cock, resulting in a cry of pain from me. “That feel good?” “Yes, Daddy.” He pulled out his fingers and reached them out to me. “Taste your hole.” I stuck out my tongue as he reached his fingers inside my mouth. I could taste my cum, my ass juices, and my blood. All together, it tasted amazing. “I’m going to cum, Daddy,” I moaned, my hand picking up its pace on my cock. Dominic grabbed the water bottle and did his best to hold the opening to my piss slit. “I’m cumming,” I cried. “I’m cumming.” “Do it. Shoot your first poz load.” I cried as my cock shot out ropes of cum into the bottle, hitting the back and pooling inside. After nearly twelve pulses from my cock, my orgasm subsided, leaving me panting for breath. “Fucking hot,” Dominic said, holding the bottle up to his eyes. “Now, I want you to drink it the moment I start coming. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said, taking the bottle and holding it close. Dominic continued to fuck my ass, his pace speeding up as his breathing became shallow. “Here it comes,” he said, his eyes locked on mine as I lifted the bottle to my mouth. “Are you ready? I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” I poured my poz load into my mouth, holding it over my tongue, savoring the flavor of what I would soon taste every time I came. Dominic’s body shook until his orgasm subsided. His chest was heaving. I watched the hairy beast of a man who had pozzed me with wonder. Never had I imagined wanting to be with anyone as much as I wanted to be with Dominic. He was everything a man should be. He was perfect. For a brief moment, I realized something that both scared me and filled me with the greatest happiness. I believed Dominic was the one person I could truly love. The fuck flu lasted several more days. Once I was feeling good enough to move around on my own, I insisted that Dominic return to work. “You’ve got bills to pay,” I told him. “I’ll be back tonight,” he said. “Have your jock on, ready to fuck.” “I will.” “Do you think you’ll feel better in time?” he asked. “To fuck?” “No,” he said, smiling. “For your job? Remember, you’re a man of God.” “Oh,” I said, admittedly forgetting all about the church. “I don’t know. Maybe.” “Could be hot,” he said. “I’d love seeing you up there preaching, knowing that I converted your ass but no one else knows.” “There’s no way anyone can know, right?” “You don’t have the biohazard symbol on your forehead,” he said. “Speaking of which, once we get you tested, do you want a biohazard tattoo?” “I never thought about getting a tattoo,” I told him. “Show me yours.” Dominic smiled. “You just want me to undo my pants and lift my shirt.” “I like seeing your body,” I told him. He undid his pants and lifted his shirt, revealing his tattoo. Admittedly, it did look hot. Knowing what it meant, knowing that it was proof of him being poz, being dangerous, it intensified his sexiness hundredfold. I reached out and pressed my hand against the tattoo, feeling his warm skin. “You’re getting me hard,” he said. “And you know I don’t have time to fuck.” “I’ll think about the tattoo,” I said. “If I say yes, will you do it?” “I wouldn’t have anyone else,” he said, kissing me. “What about a Prince Albert?” “You know I don’t know what that is.” “If I don’t tell you, it’ll be easier to get you to do it.” “Like when you converted me?” “Exactly.” “What is it?” “It’s a piercing,” he said. “It’s a metal ring through the head of your dick.” Just the idea made me wince. “I don’t think so.” “Could be hot.” “Keep thinking that.” “Fine,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”

He fell down on top of me exhausted, his sweat dripping mixing with my cum. He spit out “that’s a good boy” as he thrust his hips deeper and held me forcibly in place. Did he say second load? This just might have been the fuck of my life but I didn’t consent to no condoms, nor one let alone two loads. Before he got off me the terror set in and the prayers started. “God what did I do. Please let me be ok. Let him be negative. Let this be safe.” But I was also aware I needed to be cool, appreciative and thankful. Every Top, and especially every Alpha deserved respect — and a man this ripped and powerful deserved it four times over. As he lay there breathing heavy and sweating from his tight muscled frame I thought “that was amazing” and “I wonder if he’ll fuck me again.” Eventually he got up, grabbed a towel, pulled out and pressed the towel onto my hole. “Want a water?” he said as he turned and struted out of the room. When he quickly returned I was sitting on the edge of the bed cleaning up. He threw me a water bottle and said “I’ve got to shower, you’ve got to go” and he kicked my jeans on the floor closer to my feet. His dick leaked a drop of precum as he guzzled his water. In the time he was done with it I was dressed on my knees and milking his dick. No eye contact since he bred me he stood me up, and walked me to the living room. I grabbed my shoes by the door and sat on his couch to tie them. That is when I saw it — in slow motion I noticed on his glass coffee table were three issues of P-O-Z magazine. I froze, my stomach dropped and blood drained from my face. I could hardly think or move. I looked up — and with solid eye contact he said “I’ll need that ass again Saturday.” He turned opened the door wide and said “see ya kid.” Dizzy I took a step into the hall, I tried to look back at him as the door closed and light shut off. I never got his name. As I walked in the dark leaking cum, I wondered “how did I just get a strangers Poz load up my ass?” And “am I going to again on Saturday?”

Just curious if anyone knows of a good gay tattoo artist in San Francisco that will do an asshole tatt

connor marched confidently down the sidewalk, his shoulder length black hair in the breeze, counting the houses along the way as he imagined his perfect first date. "abby" he nodded, fondly remembering the profile online. as he climbed the steps to the wood clad shotgun house he no sooner rapped against the door as it suddenly opened. "hey." remarked a sandy redheded guy in baggy jeans and a sleeveless shirt. "is...abby here?" the boy smiled in response. "oh yeah! come on in my dude." Connor followed the young man down the narrow hall and into a living room as the television blared. "she literally just got into the shower. takes fucking forever...girls right?" connor nodded with a smile. "feel free to hang out and wait." Connor sat back on the futon and opened his phone. "Beer? its the end of the week, i always go for a cold one." The redhead thrust a can toward him. "sure" connor smiled as he sent a quick message to abby, letting her know he was waiting patiently, and settled back to watch the nonchalant redhead pick up his controller and dive back into whatever game was on the flatscreen. the minutes seemed to crawl slowly by as his once passing interest in the game gave way to struggling to even keep his head up. "Hey what did you say your name was again?" the boy remarked coldly as he stood up flipped the TV off. Connor struggled to dumbly squeeze out the first syllable of his name and as he slowly tried to rise from the couch, the red headed boy suddenly appeared before him face to face. "doesnt matter..." he muttered as he gently pressed a finger into the dazed boys chest, sending him crashing back onto the couch. Connor roused wide-eyed and with a sore head at the distant tintinabulation of oldies music. squinting in what appeared to be...another room? his heart began to pound as pieces of his situation came at him full speed. his eyes darting around, he appeared to be shackled to a..sling? stripped of his clothes. "someone fucking help me!!" he wailed, panic setting in as he rattled in futility against his padded restraints. but there came no response, only a low humming from the dark corner hall. "I'm as corny as Kansas in August.." Connors head darted about to try to locate the source of the oration. "High as a flag on...the Fourth of July..." came a slow refrain once again from the alto voice. "Hello?!?! who are you!?" Connor again strained his wrists as the trod of footsteps grew nearer. "No more a smart..." peeked from the darkness a 6'4 blonde boy with piercing green eyes and a shoulder bag, making his way closer. "little girl with no heart..." he strut forward theatrically a few steps, paused, and standing tall at the side of the sling leaned in to whisper, "I have found me a wonderful guy." Connor once again bellowed a cry for help, which was mockingly roared back with a smile, silencing his protest in shock. "It wouldnt be much of a dungeon, if people could hear you. Please try to calm down." the shapely boy stepped back to open his bag, sorting through various objects. "who are you? what is this? where is Abby." connor asked pensively. "Oh Im Corbin," the boy smiled a cheshire grin back to him once again, his pierced lips and nose glinting in the light. "Is that what we called her this time? how basic. Tiffany, now thats a name. I guess we didnt want to scare you off with too much formality." Corbin set his bag on the stand next to the captive young man and continued. "so...there never was one. My friends and I post these heartfelt little profiles online, and nice young men like yourself jump at them like flies to a bugzapper..." Corbin idly tugged at one of the chains as he continued. "See this weekend youre what we call the fuckstick. a free cock anyone can jump on and a hot little hole they can fill, no questions asked, and drain their balls all over you. I mean compared to online dating its perfect. no awkward hookups or small talk or status, just strrrrraddle the fuckstick and make it happen." Corbin beamed as he began unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned alabaster abs, firm chest, and little black scorpion tattoo nestled just below his bellybutton. "im not gay." Connor protested obstinately. "I dont care mr..." Corbin fished out a wallet and peered into it, "connor. it doesnt matter." Corbin tossed the leather bifold aside and slid off his pants, picking up a large black marker. "I dont fuck dudes." connor roared once again in protest as the boy smirked, looming over his writhing form with ease and gripping a fistful of the boys long hair. "You fuck what i tell you to fuck, fuckstick." Corbin quickly sneered into his ear. "my name is Connor" the boy spat back as he was greeted with a slap across the face. "wrong. Connors not here this weekend, what is your name?" Corbin paused to watch the boy spit on him. "yummo..but not the right answer. what is your name?" Corbin wiped the spit from his face and into his mouth before winding up and slapping the boy again. As anger gave way to frustration, Connor shouted one last time in desparation, only to be rewarded once again with the sting of the boys hand across his face. "Baby, all you need to do, is just tell me your name..." Connors hopelessness momentarily gave way to blubbering as the dominant man gently brushed his cheek. "Fuck...stick." Connor whispered through clenched teeth. "Thats right such a pretty little fuckstick, now lie still.." Corbin brushed aside an errant tear from the boys face and ran his hand through his hair one last time before uncapping the marker and slowly stenciling his new name across his chest. "there we go. wouldnt be a very good fuckstick if people didnt know you were one." Corbin lectured at the defeated boy, gently pulling his long clear piece of plastic tubing nearer, "we're all hooked up and ready fuckstick, so this will only take a second." Connors heart began to race as he took immediate notice of the IV line in his arm. "what is this please dont do this.." he blurted one last time as Corbin began administering the needle into his line, "nice deep breaths for me fuckstick, the medicine is good for you..." Corbin slowly stroked the boys chest as a dim expression washed over his face. "see im really what you call more of a compliance officer or a coach i guess?" Corbin smiled as he felt the boys pulse slow and the struggling end "it doesnt matter. I help you get nice and ready." the ringing in connors ears was distraction enough as he felt the soft warm hand on his chest, Why was he here again? he sighed as the lights in the room seemed to dance about, only eventually gazing down to see corbins tattooed fist pump away at his uncut cock. "there we are fuckstick nice and high. nine whole inches! just like your profile said isnt it? im so glad you werent a fibber. does it feel good in my hand? lie back and let it leak a little for me slut im just getting to know you. we have all night." Had it been minutes? days? connor could barely keep track of what was happening in the room as his dick seemed to throb and ache all on its own, rock hard. "never shaved here?" Connor came back to earth just long enough to notice his dick had been marinating in a pool of its own precum. "whah?" he slurred curiously. He couldnt remember why he had to be here anymore, but Corbin seemed oddly familiar. "im not surprised, most straight guys dont..." Corbin remarked as he draped a warm wet towel over the young mans cock. "First rule of being a good fuckstick, people need to see your big pretty tool" filling his palm with shaving gel he idly remarked, "my daddy mostly taught me to keep shaved, see?" Corbin pulled his jock open to reveal his six inch pierced and tattooed uncut cock. "not a hair anywhere. now you..." Corbin pulled back the towel and began lathering the squirming boy up. "are you ticklish?" Corbin asked amusedly as he held the boys hips in place. "I remember my first time too, a little conscious, a little not, like a nice dream you cant wake up from. but! i was a good boy just like you fuckstick." Corbin smiled and Connor couldnt help but return his expression. "Sit still now." Corbin whispered and carefully razored the boy as he hummed along, removing his once full bush to expose the soft bare flesh below and as he wiped the last of the shaving cream he gave one final inspection before nodding to himself proudly. "now for the jewelery. not that youll need it since you were a very good boy and took your medicine. its just nice to see around a cock." Corbin reached back into his shoulder bag and produced a steel cockring. "this might be just a little cold at first, but it keeps that big greasy fuckmeat where people can appreciate it." Connor barely registered as he felt his prick, followed by each nut slowly slide into the ring which was pushed firmly against him. he briefly felt exposed as the metal seemed to do just what was advertised and push his genitals lewdly from his body. "I never know what our party guests prefer, fuzzy wuzzy or shaved...its so hard to really get it right you know?" Corbin tugged the boys hips closer, exposing him further as he pulled his cheeks apart, "not like your dosage. your weights right on your profile! it makes it so easy to keep you flying first class." Corbin looked up at the boy as he ran an index finger across his virgin asshole, eliciting a soft gasp. "thats right. feels so naughty doesnt it? am i the first boy to touch it for you? i suppose a little hair is okay fuckstick. youve got a very pretty little hole." popping the top off a tub of vaseline he held his greased fingers just at the precipice of the boys soft, forbidden entrance. "I know you probably dont trust me right now, but i promise, in just a few minutes youre going to open up like you never thought you could.

Ah- well, that explains it, then. There’s usually far more action at these kind of places than at the saunas- and from what you’ve already told us about yourself, I think you’ll love them! Next time you’re down, just post a message ahead of time on here in the London section, and you’ll get more suggestions. But try to keep Sunday pm clear for SBN, and if you can make it down here for a Thursday night, then naked night at Vault139 sounds right up your street.

I reckon so ..... through a speculum and then the second sphincter would definitely provide a well mixed series of sensations !!!

There is a definite erotic quality to the tatt. Enhancing the scene would be hot indeed

Love loads of cum filling my cunt but definitely enjoy drinking piss and then being able to recycle it back by either drinking it again or letting my bf drink his piss after it’s gone through me.

If I am bottoming, I want his load up my ass. And I love to get hosed down - that warmth spreading all over my body is great. But if he’s high, I’ll tell him to empty his bladder up my ass.

pink hole just waiting to get bred

Thanks for being patient, and sorry for the long wait for this continuing chapter. It’s been a struggle to get back into the head space to write about the Bravos. When we left off Puta and Valentino left the gym early so they could find a place to spend some time alone in the evening before everyone went back to the barracks. Earlier that day, they’d completed their first jump in the third week of the Basic Airborne Course. PUTA There were a couple areas on the way back to the barracks that would work. The barracks were just off Eubanks Field and the training area they spent nearly all their time at every day. There was a group of buildings in between the gym and the barracks: a Credit Union, the Elementary School, and Carey Pool. The pool was closed in the winter, which meant no one would be there. Puta went to a side door of the building that served as the entrance to the pool and held the mens and womens locker rooms as well as the check in office. He made quick work of the locked door in the dark, leading Valentino inside. He turned to secure the door and Valentino moved to grab him from behind, encompassing him with his arms while he kissed Julio’s neck. It felt good to have Valentino’s warm, hard body pressed against him. “God, you are so sexy Julio. I want you so bad.” Valentino moaned into his shoulder. Julio arched his head back to allow his blonde pretty boy full access to his throat and body. “Jess beautiful, we want each other. Is good, no?” Julio raised his arms so he could pull Valentino’s head tighter into his neck while the blonde ran his hands along the muscles of his torso. Valentino pulled Julio’s sweatshirt and tee shirt up to remove it, then removed his own, throwing them on the concrete floor nearby. Julio turned around so he could deliver a deep-tongued kiss upon his lover’s full pink lips. Valentino moaned. Julio felt like Valentino was just the perfect size for him, fitting exactly into his arms, molding to his body where their chests and stomachs rubbed together with every heaving breath. Julio brought his hands up to rub the close-cropped blonde hair on Valentino’s head, hair that was tight, stiff and slightly wiry which told Julio if it were longer Valentino would have beautiful curly blonde rings. The future possibility of running his fingers through hair like that sent a cascade of warmth down Julio’s spine. He imagined the beautiful soldier lying on a blanket on the sand of the beach by his home, his tanned golden skin shimmering with the wetness of the ocean, clad only in a skimpy bikini swimsuit. Red. Yes, a red silky swimsuit would look perfect, thin enough to reveal the outline and features of his cock, balls and ass. He wanted to watch Valentino emerge from the surf in that suit, seeing how it suctioned to his body to reveal everything as the late afternoon sun sunk towards the horizon behind his tight, lithe body and illuminated his wide shoulders and narrow hips, his long toned thighs, flaring calves and sure solid feet as he walked up the beach toward him, the ocean dribbling down over each muscle, limb and bone. Valentino was unlike so many of his other conquests. He was only minimally passive to Julio’s movements. He possessed a fiery passion that equaled Julio’s hot blooded desire. Valentino’s sculpted hands sought out every inch of Julio’s body with his long fingers and wide palms which massaged and pressed into him as if he were trying to discover how deep he could work them into Julio’s soft brown skin and hard developed muscles. Simply being touched by Valentino was a sexual act in itself and there was a moment when Julio wondered if he were the conquest rather than the other way around. He could feel Valentino’s need in every movement, his enjoyment in every moan and when Valentino’s hands went inside the waistband of his sweats above his ass he found he wasn’t worried about it. The blonde wasn’t after his ass to fuck it and Julio knew Valentino was exclusively a receiver. It wouldn’t have made any difference anyway. Julio approached every man with one thing in mind - Julio was doing the fucking. He then descended in a squat to cup the blonde’s firm ass as he ran his mouth over the hard covered mound in the front. Even through three layers of cloth Julio applied pressure to the swollen buried cock as Valentino moaned. Careful not to get the front of Valentino’s sweats wet with spit, Julio softly traced the 6 inches of hardness with his mouth before pulling the waistband down to mid thigh, releasing the soldier’s dripping cock and relaxed balls. They could take their time in this hidden place and Julio was determined to enjoy it fully. He slowly cupped and massaged Valentino’s beautiful balls that were sparsely covered with light blonde hairs. Valentino didn’t have a thick mat of pubic hair, and instead it was light and thin, just enough to frame the sexy circumcised pinga. While the balls were in his palm Julio extended his index finger back to rub the blonde’s hole, then slowly licked the shaft and head, tasting the sweet pre-cum that was smeared around the tip. “You tasting so good, mi tesoro.” Julio moaned. “Fuck, Julio… suck my dick. God that feels amazing.” Valentino said in his deep voice. It turned Julio on that Valentino, although sexually passive, he was still incredibly masculine. He leaned slightly forward to allow Julio better access to his hole. “God, keep doing that.” With his other hand Julio rubbed and groped along Valentino’s abdomen and torso, then moved around behind to grab one of the full and firm ass cheeks to spread the blonde’s ass apart while he fingered the tight puckered opening with an ever increasing pressure. He gently kissed and licked the head of Valentino’s throbbing cock, tasting more pre-cum before he surrounded it with his mouth and slowly sucked it inside. “Ooooooooohhhhhh, fuck! Yes! Your mouth is so warm.” Valentino moaned. He thrust gently with his hips, unable to decide whether he wanted his dick deeper in Julio’s mouth or his tingling asshole deeper on Julio’s thick finger. Julio didn’t rush or speed up any of his movements, nor did he increase the pressure of his mouth. Gently he swirled his tongue around the shaft as he softly moved his wet mouth up and down. Although Julio could easily handle a bigger dick, he found Valentino’s size just right, not too thick or too long, perfectly straight and tapered. It allowed him to use his lips, tongue and jaw at the same time to create a constantly changing motion and movement. Valentino’s hands were resting on Julio’s shoulders as he writhed, lost in the pleasure of Julio’s mouth, hand and fingers. The sensations coming from his dick, his balls and his ass battled for primacy and he couldn’t focus on any single one. Julio’s unhurried attention, his gentleness and slow rhythmic motion everywhere drove Valentino crazy with pleasure. He was already so sexually attracted to Julio’s masculine and confident dominance that being used as Julio’s plaything drove him completely wild. Most men had an emotional barrier that kept them from giving up complete control, especially to another man, and Valentino was no different in spite of his sexual preference. Julio’s dominance and aggressiveness wasn’t mean or hurtful, he didn’t seek to overpower Valentino with violence or being rough, although Valentino could imagine he’d allow Julio to do that to him if it pleased him. No, Julio was strong but gentle, tough but loving, and fuck he knew how to push ALL the buttons from the words he said, how he said them, where he put his hands and what he did with them. Julio took what he wanted but the way he did it made YOU want him to do it. Valentino was still trying to sort out in his head how gay he actually was. He knew he was attracted to men, but the funny thing was only certain men, a certain type. He didn’t care about dick much, which was why he was still mostly confused. For him, it was about the guy. It was about the attitude. He still hadn’t had much sex because of that. Also, being in the Army made it extremely difficult and nothing kills a boner like going to prison for screwing dudes. Most guys weren’t worth it, no matter how good looking even if looks was low down on Valentino’s list. But there was a particular demeanor that always got Valentino’s attention: confidence, masculinity and a ‘do what I want’ with no apologies attitude. It was cocky without being an asshole. There was one guy in Basic Valentino couldn’t forget. He wasn’t all that attractive, almost ugly in fact. His body wasn’t anything special, and there was no single feature that stood out. But fuck, that dude just had a way about him. Nothing bothered him or got him upset, even when the D.I. was screaming. He was serious but could still laugh, and didn’t do any of the juvenile things some of the other recruits did. He took care of his shit and duties like it was no big deal when most of the other guys were whining and complaining. He was just a solid guy. And that turned Valentino on. So with Julio, Valentino felt like he’d won the lottery. Not only was Julio handsome with his brown skin, eyes, and buzz cut hair, his slightly wide nose and wide full lips, but he had a bitchin’ body. Julio wasn’t built like Sleeper or Zeus but he still had defined muscles that thickened in all the right places. And a beautiful uncircumcised cock that was both thick and decently long. All that was just icing on the cake that was Julio’s amazing personality. You could tell that if you got on his bad side he’d teach you a lesson, that he didn’t take any shit from anyone and could handle himself in just about any situation. But there was a tenderness to him he didn’t put on display, an emotional beauty he hid from the world that he only showed to special people. In spite of his tough no-bullshit exterior, Julio had a joy to him that Valentino felt honored to be able to see. And right now, the fact that this amazing man was sucking HIS dick, when it should be the other way around, was bringing Valentino the the brink of orgasm. “Shit, Julio, you’re gonna make me cum.” He gasped. He wanted to warn Julio so that he could pull off and Valentino didn’t shoot in his mouth. “Man, I’m serious…it’s coming…I’m gonna shoot! You better pull off!” Julio just continued doing what he’d been doing for the last few minutes, neither speeding up or slowing down. “Fuck! Fuck! Shit, I’m coming! FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” Valentino grunted, grabbing Julio’s shoulders while he jerked and spasmed, shooting his hot load of jizz into the back of Julio’s mouth. “Fuck! It’s still going. Fuck! Damn! Fuck!” Julio just kept gently sucking, letting Valentino take as long as he needed to expel every ounce of cum he had in his balls. Julio took the time to savor the taste and was not disappointed. It was sweet and incredibly satisfying. He took small swallows to make the experience last. When Valentino was finished and had stopped trembling, Julio released his dick and stood up, making sure his hand still gripped Valentino’s balls and his finger remained caressing his hole. “Oh man, that was amazing. I don’t think I’ve cum that hard ever.” The blonde said still trying to catch his breath. Julio smiled, his bright even teeth complimenting the amusement glistening in his gorgeous eyes. “Estaba tan delicioso.” Valentino laughed. “I’m going to have to learn Spanish better, but I know enough to know what that means. Did you swallow my cum?” “Jess, of course. You say Claro que si, or maybe Por supuesto.” “Hmmm, Claro que si.” Valentino rolled the words around on his tongue. “I like it. It sounds sexy.” Julio laughed. “I will show you real sexy now, my beautiful.” Then he lowered them both to the cold concrete making sure Valentino’s bare skin laid on the fabric of their shirts. Julio proceeded to make slow, gentle love to this amazing man using every considerable skill in his arsenal until his lover climaxed twice more while his fat Puerto Rican cock stretched and filled Valentino’s sweet tight hole with several thick loads of heavy Hispanic leche, both of them kissing and breathing into each others’ mouth in an unbroken passion that ignored everything around them but the warmth of the emotion which swelled like a tidal wave. Julio realized Valentino was so much more than a conquest. *************************** ASSMUNCH Our second Jump Day started just like the first, with the exception of being loaded down with gear for our first Combat Jump and we formed up at 0330 with our PASGT (Personnel Armor System for Ground Troops) and loaded ruck. Lenger did a quick inspection, something Potter had taught him early on. A Navy Corpsman usually didn’t encounter battlefield situations unless he was embedded with a unit that was shorebased. So Lenger wasn’t familiar with all the gear a combat soldier needed to wear, or how it was properly worn. Once again, it was mostly about straps and snaps, and having the proper items on your equipment belt if you had one. There was one piece of gear we always had to have regardless of our activity that day: our two canteens and water. Infantry went through gear pretty fast, especially when you first started out green. You could look at a soldier’s gear and immediately tell if they would have your back. The more beat up his gear looked, the more you could count on the guy, except for Zeus. His gear never seemed to get too torn up. The Army expected a certain amount of wear and tear, and Infantry got the most abuse and sometimes you came back without a piece or one damaged so much it was useless. That’s why I was on my fourth replacement canteen. There were some soldiers whose gear looked like they’d bought it yesterday…and that wasn’t too far from the truth having probably just bought most of it right before they arrived at the Basic Airborne Course as one of the items on their required list. But any Army grunt, regardless of MOS, should have a set of canteens and an equipment belt stored with his or her gear, even if it was stuffed in a closet and never saw the light of day after basic. As usual, first thing in the morning my ruck felt like a comforting weight. That would change throughout the day until by the evening I’d be sick of dragging that heavy bitch around, but for now it felt like a familiar friend hugging my back. Today’s pack out, and actually the Airborne Course pack out was just 40 pounds or so, not bad. We (infantry) could easily have an 80 pound equipment load, and depending on what your job was it could be 100. Someone had to carry the 20 pound radio. Flashlights were also stupid weight (It was actually the batteries that made them heavy, but even so the sturdy green metal 7 inch long flashlight with angled head weighed about a pound by itself) even if they were necessary. Trust me, after the second mile you started reviewing your gear mentally in your head trying to figure out what you could ditch. Trouble was, you already knew you couldn’t ditch anything because you didn’t pack out anything you didn’t absolutely need. That didn’t stop you from entertaining the fantasy though. ‘Those MRE’s are probably 20 pounds just by themselves.’ And being in training meant when your Sergeant told you to pack out for field, you didn’t dare leave out anything just to make your pack lighter. Sarges had some kind of radar that signaled when you didn’t have a piece of gear. ‘I need a hole right here, Private. Dig me a regulation fighting hole.” Because Sarge knew you left your entrenching tool back at the barracks to lighten your weight. And then, when you didn’t have your entrenching tool, you were generously given the entire Squad’s entrenching tools to carry so that you could dig a hole for the Army any time Sarge needed a hole. Which was just about every mile. And yes, there was an Army standard for digging holes. And there were many different kinds of holes. Grenade sumps, fighting holes like open holes, split parapet and frontal parapet, latrines, elbow holes for you to position your elbows while holding your rifle in prone position or in a fighting hole, holes to bury your gear temporarily, holes to hold poles upright, holes for traps, holes for evasion and rescue… you know, someone smart should put a book together of all the holes. Chapter one should be entitled ASS HOLES, and it should be a list of names of the people who decided we needed to ruck 80 pounds on a 14 mile march. So a mere 35 or 40 pounds for a couple miles wasn’t even a workout for us. The non Infantry randoms still weren’t used to it though, even after two weeks of PT. Sucks to be them. “I see only a couple of you are reviewing your jump manuals, so I guess everyone else will sail right through this jump.” Our black hat said, walking up to our formation. “Today you’ll be joining three other sticks on your jump from a C17. Stick Leader, get your Legs to the parachute shed.” “Yes Sergeant Airborne!” Lenger called out, moving to the left of our formation. He began the count that would lead us on our double time. Our Sergeant Airborne began the marching cadence, the same one we’d been using the entire course. I guess Legs didn’t rate anything other than the Airborne Cadence. Maybe it was because we were from all different branches, and different occupations so there was only one cadence they’d let us use. Maybe the Sergeants Airborne thought we were too stupid to learn new cadences. Maybe it was their favorite cadence and it made their Red White and Blue hearts beat with Freedom. Who knows? Sergeants don’t tell grunts why. Grunts aren’t supposed to think past the response ‘YES SERGEANT!’. As usual once we reached the parachute shed it was another ‘hurry up and wait’ while we stood in line with the other sticks to get issued our harness, parachute, other jump gear like a dummy weapon and weapon case, and reserve. As infantry, the Bravos all had the required ACH. Others like Lenger and the Chair Force boys needed to be issued a helmet which already had a number stenciled on it. If you had your own helmet you needed to put a strip of white tape on each side and write your student number on it. We weren’t permitted talking unless addressed by a black hat, and we weren’t allowed to sleep during the process. I could see the point of that. With everyone silent you could hear the black hats giving commands and instruction even thirty feet away. At this point everyone had their movements down as we donned our gear and waited to be inspected. At each stage different sergeants airborne would run their eyes over us and occasionally reach out to test snaps, buckles, clips, the tuck of our straps and positioning of the various gear hanging from our harnesses. Our helmet pads were checked as well as our chin straps for snugness. The redundancy was something we were told would happen before every jump even if we were lucky enough to get our wings. In a real jump we would be expected to check each other with our unit leader conducting a final check but for training there were as many as five redundant checks: the rigger who packed your chute and prepared your harness, yourself who checked every inch of your equipment, your donning buddy who did the same examination of every inch, your Sergeant Airborne who checked for proper assembly, positioning and snugness, and finally your JumpMaster who did a visual and final adjustment if necessary. Soon enough we were grouped with the three other sticks that would board our bird, but before we were directed to board we were given more instruction as we stood on the tarmac. It was 0630, and the sun wouldn’t rise for another hour and a half. Our combat jump required that we knew the proper time and process of releasing our packs and weapons from our harness so that it would hang from straps a few feet below us on our landing. In the last few seconds of our fall we’d have to pull a cord to release our rucks when we were approximately 30 feet from touching down. This was a review of material we’d been instructed on during one of the many classes we’d had during the course. Our Sergeant Airborne described our jump today. “You will board the aircraft from the rear, and you will be directed where to sit by your flight crew. You will remain seated until your Jumpmaster gives you the order to stand, at which time you will stand up. You will not adjust or touch your equipment in any way during your ride, whether you are seated or standing. You will remain silent during your ride. After being given the command to stand, the soldier behind you will release your clip line and pass it to your hand. On the C17 you will jump from both sides of the aircraft and each side will have two rows of seats. Once you are on your feet, you will integrate into a single line before you clip into the static line above your head after being given the command by your Jumpmaster. You will clip in immediately behind the soldier in front of you. You will wait until that soldier ahead of you has placed his clip on the static line. This is so your lines do not become crossed. At your Jumpmaster’s command you will shuffle forward until your Jumpmaster tells you to stop. You will wait for your Jumpmaster’s touch before moving towards the door. The green light/red light indicator is there for your Jumpmaster’s use, you are not to pay attention or look at the indicator, you are to keep your attention on your Jumpmaster ONLY.” The red/green indicator was a light that the pilot used to signal the Jumpmaster at the exit door that the aircraft was over the drop zone (green) or not (red). Every move was choreographed precisely. This far along in the course everyone knew the drill, which was that all movements happened with exact timing and only at the direction of the Jumpmaster. After yesterday’s jump there were far less nerves due to facing the unexpected. And with the added combat gear it was extremely unlikely that we’d clip in anywhere but exactly where we needed to. After all, we’d be somewhere between two and three feet behind the soldier in front of us due to the parachute on his back and our rucks hanging in front of our legs. Nothing was left to chance. Chance was just another word for a soldier coming back in a flag draped casket. And training accidents happened all the time, you didn’t even need to be in combat. In the Infantry, you learned early on that every instruction you were given was meant to keep you alive in some way, from how you held your weapon, to how you tied your boots and what you carried in your pockets. Maybe that could be Chapter 2 of the HOLES manual: Holes In Your Body and How to Avoid Them. We stood in formation for a good hour or so with nothing to do. We couldn’t even review our jump manuals because we weren’t permitted to take equipment out of our uniform while we were in harness (Jump Manual lived in your left breast pocket during the entire course). The sun wasn’t up yet and even if we could look over our Jump Manual we’d need our flashlight which was tucked in a side pocket of our rucks. No, while the flight crew took their lazy sweet time doing their pre-flight check of everything from wheels to engines we just stood there on the tarmac at parade rest. That wasn’t bad, though. Everyone, including the Air Force randoms, was used to long periods of parade rest. Don’t lock your knees and you were fine. In case you didn’t know, locking your knees while standing for an extended period of time was a guaranteed way to pass out. Something about blood pressure and the collection of blood in your legs. Fuck, just ask Bootlicker, he can explain why. I just knew (from experience, which any Sarge would say was ‘the only way’) you didn’t lock your knees. I kinda figured this was a test. The Sergeants Airborne didn’t HAVE to keep us at parade rest for over an hour, they could have given the command to squat or released us to sit. I had the suspicion like everything else in the BAC, this was a test of our determination. And because of the inactivity, for the fifth time since the midnight murder mission (yeah, I was counting) the sequence of events that led up to Barnell and Delnick’s death played out in my head. Potter was right. The moment comes back again and again. Even though I had squared it all away as a necessary and only course of action it didn’t stop me from reliving it. It helped to remind myself that everything that occurred was still a light sentence in comparison to what they’d done to Weeble. And part of the issue I was having was that in spite of the brutality of it all I found it to be not as cathartic as my animal brain wanted it to be. It lacked something that still left me with a need for more. I thought it was strange that somehow I wanted the whole ordeal to be more vicious and brutal. That wasn’t like me. While I didn’t shy away from violence I was perfectly fine using it in appropriate amounts in the right situations. But this? It went beyond rational and was visceral. No amount of brain soothed the angry storm of primitive emotional fury. It was new territory for me, this inability to reconcile deeper feelings with reality. Again I had to consider if pulling the trigger myself to deliver the killing shots would make me feel better about it. Or would it just cause me to delve deeper into a soul-searching effort to find that elusive feeling of righteous justice. It was possible that no sense of closure existed when you killed another human being, that only in the most extreme cases would killing your enemy result in relief. Well that absolutely sucked. Everything we were taught, every movie we watched growing up, every story of vengeance and retribution provided a sense of elation when the evil villain got what they deserved. So why wasn’t that true in reality? Why did it feel like something was still hanging there unfinished? Holy fuck. Relief. That was what I was searching for. Thinking of it as an act of finality was wrong. It was final for them, not for me. Behind that thought was the knowledge that partially I was worried about being caught. The news was all over the base that two soldiers had been found shot. The rumor mill didn’t have many details and there was no hint that the deaths were suspected to be a murder-suicide between homosexual lovers like Potter had set it up to look. And it didn’t help that Potter and Battles continued on as if nothing happened. Maybe that was the example I needed. Maybe they knew there was no resolution to it and so dwelling on it, examining it, reliving it again and again was futile because there could never be a return to the mindset that existed before you killed. You didn’t LET it live inside you, it lived there regardless. I felt that tingle spread out from my spine to my entire body. I could choose. I could choose whether to make it a part of myself or leave it forgotten in a corner all by itself. I could choose to make it matter, or I could choose to ignore it. It wasn’t going away so how I looked at it made a difference. And suddenly another wave of epiphany flooded my nervous system - I’d crossed a threshold and participating in the murder was a useful skill I might need in the future, at which time it would be so much easier. Oh, not that I was in any way some violent criminal who would resort to murder to solve a problem. But at some point in my career in the Army I would need to kill, I would be ordered to kill. There would be no doubts when that situation manifested. I knew I wouldn’t hesitate or think twice. In case you took all this introspection to think I was cold, emotionless and without regret about what I did, you should flush that thought down the toilet with the rest of the turds floating around in your brain. Hanging above all of these thoughts and attempt to sift through what I’d done was the primary thought that I really wished it wasn’t necessary. I wished Victor never had to go through what he did. I wished those two fucking animals had never entered our world. This was supposed to be an exciting time in our young lives, we were supposed to be gaining skills to become the kind of badass soldiers the Army loved. And it was all so unnecessary, none of it had to happen. If it was true that Delnick and Barnell had done this before, the Army should have done its fucking job and put those fuckers away. But I knew how easily that didn’t happen. I didn’t have to be Bootlicker or Cellblock to figure out even if Victor came forward and accused them it was highly unlikely the two MP’s would even be arrested. That was the downside to rank and position in the military. If you were an inferior accusing a superior of ANYTHING, even the smallest bullshit, the superior was given every benefit of the doubt, even protected from accusations by ‘unofficial investigations’ which meant careful steps were taken to keep everything off the books and quiet so that empty accusations wouldn’t ruin someone’s career. The Army threw away Privates as easily as the empty brass shells on the firing range. So yeah, I wished none of it had happened. But it did. And Victor and the rest of the Bravos deserved my loyalty and devotion. If that meant I had to put two feral dogs down because the Army wouldn’t, my brothers deserved no less. And I knew every single one of them would have chosen the same path if they were given the choice. Participating in the killing had left a discord behind, a friction in my soul, but it was a condition I would gladly bear for my brothers. I was at a crossroads, and before I could move forward it felt like my mind was asking for something, like it waited for some event to occur. I suppose that was why I had gone over this five times in the last 36 hours. I was stuck in a pattern looking for resolution. But was resolution possible or would I have to just move forward leaving it unresolved behind me? Ugh. I was an itch I couldn’t scratch. I might have to box it up and shove it in a closet in my mind. ***************** FT. BENNING COMMAND 0800 “I’ve got ten minutes. Tell me what you have, Captain.” Colonel Baker, the Ft. Benning Garrison Commander ordered Captain Taylor of the CID as they walked into the Colonel’s office. “Shut the door, please.” He said as he sat behind his desk and placed his elbows on his desk while he leaned forward. Most crimes that happened on an Army Post weren’t of a level that required the Army Criminal Investigation Division to stick their nose in. Assaults or physical altercations, petty theft, AWOL soldiers, property crimes, motor vehicle violations, unauthorized personnel, every small incident you could think of…that was the MP’s job. The mysterious deaths of two military police, at midnight, in a restricted area checked off almost all the boxes for CID involvement so Colonel Baker had no choice but to call them in. And that put his Garrison MP’s in a REALLY bad mood. Although Sergeants Delnick and Barnell weren’t particularly well liked, they weren’t exactly hated either. So the MP’s wanted to be involved. But the MP’s didn’t have the investigation expertise and definitely didn’t have the well-oiled processes and experienced personnel that were necessary. MP’s didn’t have a ballistics lab. MP’s didn’t do DNA, or have a medical examiner. Colonel Baker didn’t give the Captain permission to sit, so Taylor got right to it. “Pretty straight forward, Colonel. Everything seems to point to an illicit affair that turned bad between the two victims. Interviews with soldiers that worked with them or knew them socially indicate Sergeants Delnick and Barnell frequently socialized together off duty. There were over twenty instances in the last two years when one was out of contact during duty hours and the other whether on duty or off also had unknown whereabouts. Our investigation found nothing unusual in their quarters, lockers or personal vehicles.” Captain Taylor took a breath. “The crime scene indicates the two met there shortly after Sergeant Barnell went off duty at 2300 hours. We are pretty sure they arrived together in the same vehicle. The equipment shed was broken into at some time in the past, we found evidence that the latch had been pried off the wood then repaired. Maintenance reports that this is a normal occurrence at almost all depots and sheds on Post. This is confirmed with the damage reports filed. This particular shed has been damaged seven times in the last two years. On two occasions the damage reports have mentioned missing equipment or materials. We have not confirmed that the Sergeants were responsible for this, but I feel it’s likely this was not their first visit to this shed and it’s possible they conducted their activity at others. However, that is speculation and we won’t spend too much time investigating that unless we uncover evidence that the two were involved in theft and that it might contribute to why Delnick killed Barnell then shot himself. At this point we consider additional criminal activity to be unrelated to this instance but we remain open to the possibility. However….” He paused. Colonel Baker raised an eyebrow. “Say it, Captain.” Taylor shrugged. “We found a discrepancy in materials requisitioned and materials used versus on-hand. A large discrepancy in just the few inventories we looked into. The sheds and warehouses should be packed with the amounts we saw. We didn’t go further than that, our focus is on the deaths. But I would recommend the Colonel look into the possibility of a theft ring misappropriating military maintenance equipment.” A scowl descended on the Colonel’s face. “Another headache. Noted. Continue.” “Yes, Sir. The ballistics report has not come back yet, but we are certain Sergeant Barnell’s duty weapon was used. Three rounds were discharged from the weapon, consistent with the two shots to the back of Barnell’s head, and the single shot to Delnick’s temple. Gunpowder residue was found on Delnick’s hand, and the wound is consistent with a self-inflicted small caliber gunshot to the right temple. Prior to death, two events occurred: a physical altercation with evidence of bruising caused by blunt force and abrasions found on the knuckles of both men, and sexual penetration of Barnell’s rectum by Delnick’s penis evidenced by the presence of ejaculate and blood. The initial determination is that the penetration was rough enough to rupture blood vessels. The medical examiner will have a more complete report by Friday. We cannot discount that this may be a case of unwanted attention and rape. We need more details to determine this with any certainty. We found nothing unexpected in the shed or exterior. Only two sets of tracks were found leading into the shed from the vehicle and no indication was found that anyone left the shed. We are certain the two Sergeants were the only ones present.” Colonel Baker leaned back in his chair. “It would be nice if this was all neat and tidy and a case of two problems solving themselves. Keep me apprised of any new information that conflicts with your preliminary findings. How long do you think it will take to close this?” He asked. Captain Taylor shook his head. “That’s uncertain, Sir. We should have ballistics back this week, and the medical report which should eliminate a lot of possibilities and confirm others. We’ve got some background work to do on both Sergeants and are waiting on their previous duty stations to get back to us. The one aspect we can’t find an explanation for is that outwardly these two had no indication of any prior homosexual activity. That’s not necessarily crucial, but it would explain one aspect of this. Today we’re going to go over their service record here at Ft. Benning which might shed some light on this as well.” “Good.” Colonel Baker said. “Thank you for your report, Captain. Get this tied up as fast as you can.” Captain Taylor grinned. “Always do, Colonel. I like solving mysteries, not leaving them unfinished. I’m sure I don’t have to remind the Colonel -” “I know, I know. You don’t work for me. Just keep me informed if there’s something I need to know before your final report. Dismissed.” Taylor omitted his salute before a relaxed turn to open the office door. He knew the Colonel wasn’t a stickler for protocol. As he said often “I’ve got too much to do to endure attentions, salutes and bowing and scraping. Your respect is demonstrated by how little of my time you waste.” And Captain Taylor was not in the habit of wasting time.

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It is true that MANY DECADES before the Civil War, there were some slaves in the Northern states. Let's look at the numbers, shall we, since we have the census data for every decade starting with 1790. In that first census, there were zero slaves in Massachusetts (which then included Maine). There were 475,327 persons in Massachusetts (more than any state except Virginia). There were 16 slaves in Vermont, 158 in New Hampshire, 948 in Rhode Island. In total, in that first census, for states above the Mason-Dixon line, there were 49,257 slaves out of a total of 2,027,248 persons, so roughly 2.4% of the population north of the Mason-Dixon line was a slave. By contrast, none of the states south of the Mason-Dixon line had fewer than 12,430 slaves (Kentucky, which was sparsely settled at that point). The 49K slaves in the entire northern US pales in comparison with South Carolina (107,094 slaves), North Carolina (100,572 slaves), Maryland (103,036 slaves), or Virginia (a whopping 292,627 slaves). All told, there were 645,023 slaves in the six southern states out of a total population there of 1,866,387 people. In other words, 34.5% of all persons in the six southern states were enslaved. Let's leap ahead to the eve of the Civil War, to 1860. In that year, there were a grand total of 18 slaves in New Jersey and 1,798 in Delaware. Those were the only states of the original 13 where slavery was still legal, and only tangentially so (the reason numbers are so low). That's a total of 1,816 slaves in the northern states, out of 18,912,763 persons, or roughly one in every 200,000 people. In the slaveholding (that is, southern) states, there were 3,948,713 slaves among a total of 12,128,077 persons, or 32.5%. Now, as to making money off slaves: it's true that for a time, the slave trade flourished in both northern and southern ports, and banks in the north made a profit financing the purchase of ships and their human cargo. But the importation of slaves was illegal after 1808, or in other words, for more than 50 years before the Civil War. Thereafter, northern banks continued to profit by financing land purchases, slave acquisitions, and agricultural pursuits, that's true. But that enriched, as always, the wealthy banker class and not the average Northerner. And it's worth noting that by 1860, a lot of that finance had moved south, to New Orleans and Charleston and other southern port cities. In other words the north had largely purged itself of the limited stain of slavery those states had incurred by the founding of the country. The South? Not one bit. Zero. Nada. Pretending you know something about history when you display this sort of ignorance of what the actual numbers show only betrays one's ignorance.

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Okay let me just revisit this without coming across as a "mean girl". You have been together five months and have never seen him naked? You have never sucked him off? Now listen this is not 1951, and you are not Donna Reed. Okay you may know who that is, but what I am saying is that you have been more than patient, not seeing him naked and not having sex after a significant amount of time is a warning sign. Something is up with this guy, I think he is unsure of his sexuality. If you are happy without having sex, and you love him, then I am happy for you. But to hear this situation I think there are some warning signs you need to pay attention to. How long are you supposed to wait for sex? What is an appropriate time? You have needs, and those needs need to be met. I think you need to have a frank and honest conversation with him, because frankly, you may be wasting your time. I am not being skeptical, I wish you the best. But get some answers now!

Do you have reputable statistics to support that claim? Because, I have statistics that prove just the opposite. The CDC estimates that the death rate from abortions between 2013 and 2018 was 0.41 per 100,000 abortions. Compare this to the risk from pregnancy, where the maternal death rate was 23.8 per 1000,000 live births in 2020. It is far riskier to be pregnant than to obtain an abortion. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.colorado.edu/today/2021/09/08/study-banning-abortion-would-boost-maternal-mortality-double-digits But, basically, it doesn't matter what you or I think. We're not the ones who are pregnant. The decision to have an abortion should be between the woman and her doctor. Period.

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12:30pm Friday I had a hung 18 yr old scally lad come over and raid my cunthole, hard rough fuck n go. He’s got that typical slim muscular scally physique with a very fat veiny 9.5” uncut dick. He turned up just wearing a pair of grey shorts that looked like cut off joggers & his trainers. By the time I’d closed the front door he’s shorts were off & he was stroking his massive hard dick. He told me to get my arse out & get bent over the table in the garage. With just a bit of spit lube he rammed his dick up my hairy cunthole & fuck me as hard fast and rough as he could for a good 10 minutes or so and shot his thick heavy load balls deep in me. I was expecting him to pull out, put his shorts on and leave, he pulled out then after a few seconds said he wanted to fuck another load in me. Looking back at him over my shoulder I told him he could fuck as many loads in me as he liked. He shoved his dick back in & raided my cunthole till he shot his second load. He pulled out, spanked my arse saying “cheers mate” got dressed & left. An hour or so later I was on scruff & got a message from a guy that was very close by, he sent pics of his 7” uncut dick and his meaty hairy arse saying he was parked up in his van on his break and was horny for a fuck. I wanted his dick & arse so replied with my pics suggesting a BB flip fuck, 5 minutes later he was pulling up on the drive in his red & white courier van. Nice looking stocky muscular hairy bloke in his late 30’s, I took him up to the bedroom & as soon as I saw his gorgeous meaty hairy arse in the flesh I was gagging to fuck it & he happily let me fuck & breed him first, gave him a quick deep rimming before plunging my big fat 9” meat balls deep in his hairy shithole. I gave his arse some serious punishment for a good 20 minutes before breeding my huge thick load balls deep in him, I gave him my arse and he gave me a proper good seeing too as well for a 30 minute before flooding my cunthole with his big juicy load. He was keen to meet again, as was I so we swapped numbers. I’ve been chatting to a 24 yr old muslim lad for about a week, he replied to one of my ads on Locanto saying he’s a very horny top who’s very in the closet and looking for very discreet meets to fuck & breed a guy’s arse. We finally settled on meeting Friday evening around 10pm after Friday prayers. He arrived just after 10pm he’d come straight from the mosque and was still wearing his white Jubba which was skin tight on his big muscular pecs, shoulders & arms. He was happy to fuck in the living room so we both stripped, his gorgeous big pecs, arse and legs were nice & hairy, his meaty 8”cut dick had a slightly trimmed bush & his low hanging balls were shaved smooth. He surprised me when he said he was up for mutual cock sucking, rimming & kissing which we did for the first hour or so. He then spent 2 hours raiding my arse & breeding 2 thick loads deep inside me. It’s now 2:55am and I’m about to get out of my car & enter the Hampstead Heath woods to get some random cock and loads!

I had been married for ten years, to an extremely dirty girl. We were swingers, and she loved threesomes and orgies. She was one of those rare girls who not only did anal, bt she loved it and came from it as well. She had few limits, really just two: condoms always, and no guy on guy stuff... We would set up parties every few weeks, and invite people over to fool around. She would usually take some ecstasy, and by 10pm, she would usually be tonsils deep on a guy, with at least one or two more pounding the rest of her. She was famous for her mouth, too, because she adored making guys cum, and hated when they came in the condoms. So the party was going well, there were only 8 people there this time. Two single black guys, who we didn't know, but were each a guest of one of the two couples. Typical BBC fantasy material, and they had been spending their time spit roasting each of the women on their thick long cocks. Neither one of them had cum yet, when it was my wife's turn. The other two couples were bailing, so it was just the four of us... My wife stood up and said she was going to take a quick shower (she was a cum spattered mess), and so I sat and chatted with the two remaining guys. They asked what her limits were, and I told them she was good for all three holes, but condoms for her ass and cunt. At that, the older of the two black guys rolled his eyes and said 'naw man, I want to cum, and I can't cum with a rubber...' I said sorry, but that was the rule. Among other things because she was not on birth control. He tried to persuade me to make her take it bare, and then after a few minutes, he bailed too. My wife was going to be pretty disappointed at missing her airtight seal. My wife gave me a call, and I excused myself, in the bathroom she told me her ecstasy was wearing off, and that she needed a bump. I told her it was already handled. I gave her a capsule I had filled earlier, and told her I wanted to watch Tom (the black guy) fuck it into her asshole on the end of his dick. What I didn't mention was that what was in the cap was actually a mixture of ecstasy and ketamine, calculated to turn her even sluttier than usual while making her (and there is no better way to put this) kind of retarded and zombie like. She grinned wickedly, because booty bumps are her favourite way to get drugged, and nobody but me had ever done this to her before... I left her in the bathroom, and went back t the bedroom where tom was laying back and stroking his huge cock. i joined him and began stroking my own. I'm big, but his was two inches longer and thicker as well. 9" and as thick as my wife's wrist. This was going to be fun... Suddenly tom whispers... 'you like the D, drays?' 'yeah, but my wife doesn't know'. He smiled 'see what happens later then?' That was when my wife came in, dripping from her shower, and sat down between us. She handed Tom the capsule, and said 'drays will tell you what to do with that', and started sucking my cock. She was on all fours her big round milf ass in the air. I know Tom could see her slightly gaped asshole, and her slick cunt lips all hairless and smooth. I groaned a bit at my wife's slut mouth, and said 'It's a booty bump of exstasy, Tom, just slip it inside her asshole, and then push it in further with your cock. It will melt inside her ass and get her high again....' Tom laughed 'you dirty little whore!' and he slipped the capsule into her pink hole. He worked his fingers into her deeper, then took up a lube bottle and a condom. Unrolling the super sized rubber onto himself, he lubed up and positioned himself. 'Beg for it, girl, tell me what you want' I sat up to watch, his huge cock resting against her hole. I knew she had been assfucked by one f the others already, but that modest 6" cock was nothing like this. She looked over her shoulder 'please use your cock to slide those drugs deep inside me.... they're the only way I will be able to take what I know you want to do to me' she moaned a little as he slid a little ways 'please Tom, I hardly ever get black cock, please work that cock into me and make me scream your name' her hips wriggled as she pushed back onto him, moaning about what a nasty whore she was, and how dirty she would be for us. I spread her cheeks apart and said ' yeah Tom, start slow stroking her...rub that shit into her asshole and feel her get fucked up...' It had been five minutes since it first slid in, so it was starting to take effect. She moaned softly as his cock began slow slides in and out. Burying her face in the pillow, she began moving back in time with his thrusts. I watched his look of surprise as she began taking him balls deep 'see Tom? I told you she's a good little whore' I lifted her head up and slid my cock into her mouth, I began to fuck her face, 'Thats a good whore, do you like having two big cocks in each end? She mumbled around my cock 'oh fuck yes, Love it... this E is better than the last stuff!' 'It's new little whore, especially formulated for sluts like you!' 'MMMMm it's so good.... I feel like I could take anything' 'you will, little whore...you will' The full rush was hitting her now, I watched the intelligence in her eyes drain away, replaced by lust and hunger. I began fucking her throat, making her gag a little making her asshole clench down on Tom each time. Tom was also stroking harder, holding at full depth to feel her gags, then pulling out to slap her ass with it, before plunging in again. 'Man this whore can take it, dude, you a lucky man!' I grinned 'yeah, she's a keeper. she could take you sober as well, but then we couldn't do this'. The next time he pulled out, i reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it.... 'Zoe?' I asked 'tell him what you want!' 'wann 'im imma cunt!' she slurred around my cock. I smacked his cock against my wife ass. 'why?' 'cuz imma dirty slut!' 'why else' 'cuz it's so big and its full of cum and i want it in me!' Toms eyes went wide, and his cock swelled in my hand He looked at me, and I whispered 'role-play it, it turns the little cumslut on, don't worry she loves the idea of strangers cum in her' 'Beg Tom for his cum, little whore' 'Please Tom, please put your cum in my slutty cunt, please, I want you to breed me, fill me up until I drip, make me your dirty fucking cumslut!' Up to this moment, all of this had been the plan between my wife and I, but I was too horny, too high, and too weak to resist temptation... I went off=plan... Carefully, I unroll the condom from his cock. I look at him. I produce another capsule, pop it in her hole. 'This one is just K, enough to put her out for an hour or so. Push it in, Tom' Grinning, Tom slips that huge club back into her, and starts long stroking my wife. She is going crazy as I talk to her, telling her she's taking raw cock, telling her how long and thick it is. As the K takes hold, and she starts to slip away and pass out, Tom shudders and thrusts deep, filling her asshole with seed. I am quite certain that was the moment my wife was infected with HIV. Tom pulled out of my wife, a dribble of cum followed, and rolled over. I positioned myself, and thrust my cock into her asshole. I fucked her slowly, feeling the novel slickness of another guys cum, something that despite a decade of debauchery, I had never felt. Tom sat up, then stood beside me. I turned my face towards him, his half hard cock was right there... I began to lick and suck it as I fucked my unconscious wife. Cleaning her asshole from it, I could even taste the faint tangs of ketamine and ecstasy on it. I felt as though my cock was stirring his cum inside her, and the thought made me want more... 'Tom, you want her pussy?' 'Hell yeah' He climbed on, and I turned her face sideways, and slipped my ass-covered cock into her mouth. She was barely conscious, but reflexively sucked at me like a baby on a nipple. Was hard as a rock as I watched him enter her cunt, her very fertile cunt... 'She really isn't on the pill, man' 'Good, a little risk makes it fun! Maybe I am going to knock the little bitch up!' I reached ut and played with his hard nipples, the down t slide my fingers into her cum-slick asshole. I could feel his cock plowing her cunt. He groaned and pulled out pulling my mouth onto his cock as he spurted another load, this time into my mouth. I gulped it down eagerly, and lay back as he collected his clothes, dressed, and left. My wife stirred as the K started to wear off, and I began to kiss and fondle her, it was going to be my turn to cum next. K fades fast, and soon enough her bruised cunt was warming up for me, and her mouth was busy suckling my nipples as I thrust into her slick pussy. I told her how she had begged for cum in her ass and cunt, she moaned and told me how good it was to finally get a load inside her after all that teasing. She got sick a month later, when the tests came back I knew exactly what had happened. I told her someone must have been careless with condoms, but I never confessed. I stayed with her, but two years later we divorced. She never pozzed me, I was pozzed later on at the steamworks baths in Vancouver, after someone booty bumped me and I spent an hour in a sling. How karma does win in the end.

corbin readied his steady fingers to pierce the young man before pausing to run a tattooed hand up his leg. "youre tense.." he mumbled and thought for a moment before inhaling deeply. "you know..." he remarked, returning the glistening glob of lube to its tub and setting its aside, "our first toys..fucksticks..they only lasted about twenty minutes. i wont lie, its a lot of cock..." Corbin returned his grip to the boys pulsing prick, softly pushing the foreskin back and forth over the sticky pink head. "its so hard making boys take care of their toys. you see a juicy fuckhole, and you need to fuck it...push deep and let every inch inside. its just natural." Corbin traced his thumb around the boys glans and over the head, smiling at his soft little groan before continuing. "boys are supposed to fuck boys connor and i cant change that, they fuck and cum." he remarked flatly. "anyhow, i sort of updated a lot of the rules. pretty holes are like fireworks. If you set them off all at once, its just no fun." Corbin shifted his hand to grip and massage the boys balls as he freed his own cock to stroke. "no, what i decided was a lot more exciting. the medicine i picked helps make you feel yummy all over and get nice and hard" Corbin squeezed a drop of precum from the boys captive prick, "that was my idea. But tonight the parties on a schedule, from little to big. it makes you last longer." corbin slowly knelt between the boys legs, placing his thumbs and spreading the boys hole. "but i guess i got ahead of myself, because the first thing you need is a nice big kiss." Corbin leaned in, gently lifting the boys heavy ballsack as he pressed his tongue against the hot manhole and was rewarded with a surprisingly effeminate whimper. each boy was different, most jumping in surprise at the hot wet touch even with a heavy dose of party drugs, but Connor betrayed something different and rare. Corbin continued, mating his lips against the boys ass as he began gently swirling his tongue and sucking at the boys soft little fuckhole. Connor flexed his hands and clenched his jaw as Corbin pulled his hips closer and his unstoppable violation slowly continued. his protests, although hard to form, were frequently punctuated by grunts and whimpers as Corbins mouth gently opened him against his will. the various "no" and "stop" he had managed to mumble were ignored for so long he had given up. his mind screamed to get out, to run, to fight, anything, but the boys dreary eyes could hardly find the floor let alone the door. squinting into the air he saw a familiar sight which took ages to register. two boys, someones head bobbing? arms and legs...It finally dawned on him, he was watching his own reflection. he groaned one last unheard "no" as he craned his neck to take stock of his situation. his cock had spilled so much precum it now formed a shimmerming pool in his belly button. Corbins thumb and forefingers remained gently suspending his heavy balls as the boy pushed his tongue now effortlessly in and out of his hole, its soft warm caress only further serving to disarm the obstinate straight man. Collin furrowed his brow and gazed on silently, as the cacaophany of sucking and slurping continued. "Beautiful" Corbin dragged the boy back to earth with his remark as he pulled back, admiring his handywork. the once tiny pink pucker had become a swollen, puffy, soft boyhole. "like i said..." Corbin stood, reclaiming the lube and pressing a generous amount against the hot hole, "we're on a schedule, so everythings taken care of. relax for it..." Corbin smiled into the boys eyes and as he softly whined, his hole gently gave way to the boys middle finger. "there we go, thats our first little friend tonight." corbin plunged his finger deeper as he registered the boys discomfort before gently confirming his prostate. "Say hi now..." he whispered, gently leaning into connors ear as he pressed against his virgins forbidden prize. The singular groan that came from the boy was an unmistakeable, unholy, succulent symphony Corbin delighted in hearing. this was the soft song only a virgin could sing to him. "very good fuckstick very good...lie back now and let it happen..." he encouraged the captive young man. pumping softly into him, his shoulders relaxed, sinking into the sling. corbin delighted in his slow deflowerings as they produced the hungriest fucksticks. babbling, writhing, eager straight boys that craved penetration were so much more enjoyable than his run of the mill idle fuck zombies. pulling out fully he slid a second digit in, almost effortlessly, and smirked at the brief expression of question on Connors brow as he continued to massage and tease the boy. "isnt it nice? I know just where you need it fuckstick, just where to touch. let me show you how good it feels baby..." Corbin hissed as he continued probing the boys ass. connor just grunted softly as the expert top worked him to extacy. he felt full, hard, like something inside him needed more. like his whole body wanted to be touched inside. Finally satisfied with the supple texture of the boys pussy, Corbin slowly pulled his fingers from the puffy pink ring and took his place. Connor glanced around, visibly annoyed. the dull fullness in him had abated and he felt frustratingly empty now. "connor..." The guiding voice seemed surprising, welcome, as he looked up to see a tall boy wrap one hand around his hip and another around the base of his prick. "remember me? our second guests here...." Corbin slid himself gently against the boys well worked asshole and was rewarded with a tight kiss against his cockhead as the steel from his piercing slowly slipped inside. This was the moment, the exquisite instance when he would gently flex his hips to deflower another helpless young straight man. "Say hi now..." he whispered, gazing into connors eyes. without protest he sighed, slowly easing all six inches into the boy as a deafening silence enveloped them. gripping the chains of the sling, he tugged the last inch of his cock into the boy as they both gasped and sighed. "sshhhhh its okay, its okay. im inside now." Corbin soothed the confused looking boy as he ran his hands across him. "see how nice that is? youre such a good boy. i told you id make it easy." Corbin gently swirled his hips, planting his cock in and out of the newly deflowered boy. "now the next parts super easy Connor, all you need to do is relax while I fuck...just for a little bit..until your hole makes me cum." Connor groaned in response as the cockhead inside him seemed to stroke all his cares away. "Connor?" the boy grunted as he bounced back and forth on the sticky cock. "sorry about that" Corbin sighed, watching the boys hole easily milk him over and over, "I must have been thinking of someone else, fuckstick.."

Part Five: Will's Round 2 Once Dominic stopped shaking, he looked down at me as I continued cleaning the cum off my body. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he said. “Does Daddy’s Son like the taste of his own cum?” “I do, Daddy,” I said. “It tastes so good.” “In that case,” he said, “I’ve got something for you. Hold on.” Slowly, he pulled himself out of my ass and went to his desk. “First, I want to keep my cum inside you. You wouldn’t want to insult your Daddy by losing his cum, would you?” I shook my head, tilting my hips back, fearing his cum would pour out of my hole. He came back with a little device that looked like a weird triangle with a knob at the end. “This is a butt plug,” he said “It’ll keep everything where it needs to be. I’ll need to open your whole up again to get it in. This might hurt a bit. Your hole is tender from fucking.” As Dominic inserted his fingers, I felt a sharp pain. The cut must be opening again, I thought. It hurt worse this time, but seeing Dominic’s look of pride at sticking his fingers inside me made it all worth it. “Here it goes,” he said, shoving the butt plug into my ass. Feeling myself once again full brought about a sense of completion. It was as if I couldn’t live anymore without being filled. I waited as Dominic left the bedroom, returning a few moments later with a Tupperware container in one hand and a plastic water bottle in the other. In both there was something white, the container being solid while the plastic water bottle sloshed around. “Seeing as you like cum so much,” he said, opening the container, “I’ve got a treat for you.” “What is it, Daddy?” I asked. “Frozen cum,” he said. “I’ve been collecting cum from condoms I’ve found and I’ve frozen it in this container. What do you say, do you want to suck on it while I fuck you again?” “Are you ready to again?” I asked him. I looked down at his dick and saw it standing at the ready. I could also see cum still sticking to the head along with traces of blood. This worried me at first, but Dominic had warned me that bleeding sometimes happened. “Is it going to hurt again?” “I’ll use this,” he said, shaking the water bottle. “It’s some of my cum. I’ll use it as lube. Are you ready for round two?” While a part of me couldn’t imagine going again so soon, I saw my dick growing, ready for another round. “Fuck me again, Daddy,” I told him. “You’ve got it,” he said. He reached into the container and pulled out a large glob that looked like ice except for the white-yellow color. He lifted it up to his mouth and ran his tongue along the outside. “Cum tastes so fucking good. Here, this is for you.” I took the cum, struggling to hold it as it was both cold and slippery. A drop fell onto my chest, mixing into my chest hair. “Eat up quick,” Dominic said. “If you don’t, it’ll melt.” I brought the cum to my mouth and did as Dominic had done, running my tongue along the outside. Other than it being cold, it tasted just like my cum. I licked again and again, savoring the flavor. How had I gone twenty-nine years without knowing this taste? How had I jerked off so many times before without realizing the delicious miracle I’d been shooting into socks or down the drain? As I licked the cum, Dominic grabbed my legs and pulled them toward the ceiling. “Tilt your hips up again, Son. I’m going to take the butt plug out, but I don’t want any of my cum to slip out. That’s right. There you go. Let me see. Your hole’s staying open all by itself. That’s a good boy. Soon we’ll have your hole nice and open all the time, no lube needed. Alright, I’m going to pour some of my cum from the bottle into your hole, Son. Hold still while I work it inside of you. This may sting again. I’ll try to be careful.” I watched as he brought the bottle up to my raised ass and started pouring the cum into me. “That’s it. That’s going in nicely. I’m going to push some in, Son.” He worked his fingers inside of me, my hole stinging even more than before. “It hurts, Daddy,” I whined. “Take another hit,” he said. “But the cum.” “Put it on your chest and take a few hits,” he said. I did as I was told. After a few hits, the pain had lessened. Taking the cum, I found some of it had melted on my chest, joining the glob from before. “You don’t want to waste that cum,” he said. “Rub it into your chest hair. It’ll soak into your skin and make you strong.” “Alright, Daddy.” As I licked the cum with one hand holding the cold glob, I messaged the melted cum into my chest hair, slicking it around until I was covered. With my hand covered in cum, I reached down and rubbed it into my pubic hair. With the cum that melted on my face, I rubbed it into my stubble, making sure all my hair except for the hair on my head and in my armpits was covered in cum. “That’s hot, Son,” he said, lowering my legs. The water bottle was nearly empty. What remained he poured onto his cock which he started to rub until he was completely covered. “I’m not going to ease myself in this time, Son. I’m going to fuck hard from the start. Are you ready?” I nodded, not wanting to remove the cum from my mouth. “Round two,” he said, grabbing my ankles and shoving his dick inside. I cried out, stars appearing before my eyes. I nearly dropped the frozen cum as he slammed into me. As my cry died down, I could hear the sloshing of his dick as it pumped into my ass, his cum moving within my hole. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Your hole is just as good as the first time. Maybe even better.” “Fuck me hard, Daddy.” “I will, Son. You’ll be full of my cum before the night’s over. Don’t worry. I won’t let you leave without your stomach being full of cum.” “Fill me, Daddy.” “I will, Son.” Dominic was slamming into me, resting my legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward, hovering over me, looking into my eyes. “Get a big glob of cum in your mouth and kiss me,” he said. I licked until I had a suitable amount and then placed it on my chest again, Dominic leaning in and kissing me. The cum mixed between our tongues, filling our mouths. His chest was pressing into the frozen cum, our combined body heat melting the cum over my body. By the time he was done, the cum had melted on my body, leaving me drenched. He ran his hand over my chest, stopping over my heart which was pounding. “This is forever,” he said. “Right here. Is that what you want? Do you want this forever?” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, the smell of cum filling my mind. It’s all I could smell. It’s all I could taste. It’s all I could feel other than Dominic’s huge cock which was intensifying its thrusts. “Are you ready for load two?” “Give it to me, Daddy. Cum inside me again.” “What are you?” “I’m yours, Daddy.” “No,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “You’re my cumwhore. You’re my pig. You’re my deviant fuckhole that needs Daddy’s cum. Tell me. Tell me what you are.” “I’m your cumwhore. I’m your pig. I’m your deviant fuckhole that needs your cum.” “That’s right, Son. Here it comes.” He pushed inside one more time and then held me close, his cock pumping his cum into my ass. This time, my cock didn’t shoot any cum. This time, it was all about Daddy. As he came down from his high, he looked down at my cock and saw it still rock hard. Pulling himself out, Dominic pushed the butt plug back inside and lowered me down, sliding off the bed himself. He pulled the jock’s pouch down under my balls and held my cock at the base, angling it toward his mouth. He looked at me in the eye as he took the entirety of my cock down his throat. “Fuck,” I cried, my body shaking as he blew me. He ran his hand along my shaft as his mouth played with my head, licking my slit. “That’s right, baby. Give me your load. Give me your last clean load” My body tensed as my balls rose into my body, my cock pumping into his mouth. I came even more than before, more than I had ever in my life. As my last spurt ended, Dominic rose from my cock and grabbed the water bottle from before and brought it to his mouth, dribbling my cum inside. “We’ll save that for another time,” he said. “So, what did you think?” “That was… incredible,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. “Was it everything you wanted?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said. I sat up and moved my legs off the bed, Dominic’s hand reaching out and stopping me. “Where do you think you’re going?” “I was going to clean myself and go home,” I said. “You aren’t cleaning yourself,” Dominic said. “And you aren’t going home. Not tonight. I want you to sleep here with me.” “Really?” He nodded. “I want to give you two more loads before you leave tomorrow morning. I’ll let you rest tonight, but tomorrow morning, I’m opening you up again.” I smiled, happy that he wanted me to stay. I crawled back on the bed and laid back. I watched as Dominic took the water bottle with my cum inside back out of the room, returning later wearing a new jock strap. He climbed into bed next to me, slipping the jockstrap I had on off and wiping it across my chest, collecting the remaining cum. Once the fabric was soaked through, he slipped it back on me. He moved me to my side and pressed himself against my back, wrapping his arm around me. I felt so warm. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. Dominic fucked me twice the next morning. By the time I left, we had both cum two more times. Both of my loads he collected and added to the water bottle from the night before. I asked him what he was going to do with it, and he told me that I’d find out eventually. I left with the butt plug in my ass while I was also wearing the jockstrap from the night before under my clothes, my boxers staying with Dominic. “You can get them the next time you’re here,” he said. “When will that be?” I asked. “I’ll be out of town later this week for a convention,” he told me. “There’s a tattoo convention that I’ve been dying to go to for years. I’ll be back sometime late next week.” “I’ll see you then,” I told him. “Yes you will,” he said. “Keep the plug in for a while.” “Why?” “Just trust me,” he said. As the elevator stopped, the doors opened and I found a man standing inside. Upon seeing me, his eyes got wide and a huge smile filled his face. “I don’t fucking believe it,” he said. “He actually did it.” “Did what?” I asked. “Who are you?” “Dominic told me he was inviting a pastor over to his apartment. I’m guessing you’re him.” “Uh, yeah. I am.” The man’s smile grew. “He fucked you.” “What? How do you know that?” “Honey, I know the walk of shame when I see it.” The elevator doors closed, and we waited as it descended. “So,” he said, “how was it?” I blushed. “It was good.” “Just good?” “It was incredible,” I told him. “Not that I have anything to compare it to.” “Shut the fuck up,” he said. “You’re not telling me that was your first time getting fucked by a guy, are you?” “It was my first time, period,” I told him. “Why am I telling you this?” The doors opened and I left him standing stunned. I went to my car and climbed in, finding my ass hurting from being fucked. I checked my phone, having forgotten to check it last night. There was a voicemail from Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. It’s Mark. I just wanted to ask if you spoke any more with Dominic Moore? I saw you still talking with him when I left, and I just wanted to know if you were able to get any further with him? Give me a call when you can.” I dialed his number and waited. “Hello, this is Pastor Kline,” he said. “Hi, Mark. It’s Will.” “Will, how are you?” “I’m good,” I told him. “I just heard your message. Sorry, I was busy last night.” “That’s fine,” he said. “So, did you go any further with Mr. Moore?” “We did,” I told him, grinding my ass on my seat, feeling the butt plug pressing against my prostate. “I think it’s the start of a great friendship.” Almost two weeks passed with little happening. I left the butt plug in like Dominic said, taking it out only when I finally had to shit. When I pulled it out over the toilet, I was shocked by the amount of cum that came rushing out. I was also surprised by the color. It was a deep pink. I moved my hand back and touched my hole, cringing at the soreness. Looking at my fingers, I could see the pink cum and bits of blood. I tried to calm myself. Dominic said this happens. Just keep cool. Everything is fine. I cleaned myself and threw my clothes in my hamper, keeping the jockstrap hanging in the bathroom. Dominic wanted me to let the cum from the night before to dry on it. He also wanted me to jerk off twice a day until I saw him again, making sure each load ended up in the jockstrap. I was more than willing to take these orders. At work, I couldn’t think of anything but Dominic. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me. Every night I jerked off thinking about him. Each morning I jerked of wishing he was next to me. On Wednesday as I was in my office, I found myself rubbing my cock through my pants. Slowly, I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped, reaching inside and pulling out my cock. I started pumping, getting hard immediately. I didn’t have the jockstrap with me, but I needed to cum. I blew my load on my shirt, leaning back in my seat until I could regain my breath. I opened my drawer to retrieve my spare shirt but realized I hadn’t replaced it from the last time. I sat in my office with my cum drying on my shirt. What was I supposed to do? I closed up shop and snuck through the church, racing to my car before anyone could see me.

Was a guy this hot this ripped really using me? Me? For an Alpha like him I should be just average but maybe just for tonight I wasn’t. His dick needed a hole and mine was the one he chose. Alpha’s choice, always. Damn, look what I caught! A muscled Daddy. I knew I’d do anything to please him. Yet fear was present with every stroke. This was not allowed. I’d barely ever taken a raw cock, and only from a boyfriend several years prior. My generation was educated. We knew better. In the 90s no one rode raw (right?) and certainly not me. But here I was I was loving it and could not say no. Time lost. I was lost. Absent. Man using His hole. And by now he was REALLY loosing it. Drilling me. But that meant one thing. Through my haze of pleasure and consciousness one thought continued to rise up “you know better than let him cum I’m you.” Raw for a bit was one thing but I wasn’t nuts. “Uh, Sir? Time for a condom?” I said meekly with a whimper. “There will be plenty of time for that boy, I’m just getting us warmed up”. And with that he flipped me over, pushed my knees back and fell on top of me. His 9” Daddy Dick funding a new access and he got what felt like 2” deeper. His rough face against my lips he started tongue fucking my throat. I could taste my ass on him. His five o’clock shadow tearing my soft skin. He mangled my mouth. This Man knew how to kiss and fuck. He was very experienced which both excited and terrified me. Well used men in the 90s were to be feared not fucked. My type “knew better” but here I was unable to stop a raw assault at 330am. He had me where he wanted me, and I couldn’t ever say no. My assault continued as I noticed a ceiling mirror. My furry legs spread wide inviting this lean schredded Dad to raw dog my hole. I fully let go grabbed his ripped v-shaped muscled back I wrapped my legs around him my ankles pressing his hips deeper. His sweat ran off him coating me, my cock my balls, running down between us further sweat lubing my ass. This man was good. As his ass destruction continued, my shock took over a bit. I was being near cock raped bareback by a stranger, and he was old enough to be my father. Had I learned nothing? Between my own moans I was able to whisper into his ear “Sir, um, Sir….. uh….. please….. uh……. please don’t……. uh……… cum in me, uh…… I…… I…… can’t…..” as his assault on took new heights of pounding. He whispered back “too late kid” as he feverishly drove deeper and faster. In moments my ass started convulsing… it was vibrating and tightening around his dick. Hot waves of energy rushed up and down me my ass became something it had never been before. My pleasure was unreal, separate from his cock beating. With my ass tensing my cock leaked like a faucet but without an orgasm. My balls released the pleasure was all in my ass chute. Dad said suddenly “that’s it kid, a fuckin ass orgasm on your — FATHERS — COCK — HERE — COMES — MY — SECOND — LOAD ! ! ! !“ And he lost it, arching his back, jerking up onto his heels he pulled me with him and started POUNDING and SCREAMING with EVERY THRUST. “TAKE MY LOAD SON ! ! !” He yelled as he jerked and trembled and gasped.

It wouldn’t be the first time I was so cock hungry I would accept an invite, but never this late and never without interrogating him about “status.” A blind acceptance was very rare. Was I really willing to drive the next town over at 230am to get dicked by a stranger on a school night? I took another look at his photo and I was out the door. On a third floor walk up, he told me not to ring the bell or knock “I’ll hear you on the stairs” he said. As I reached the top, the door swung open — and I was shocked. Much older than expected this man was fully naked fully hard fully shaved and bald. A ripped veiny muscled God standing before me at an easy 55. I was stunned by his nude nearly hairless frame. And I could count every vein, everywhere. He was jacked and “schredded” long before I knew what the word meant. He said “We good?” but he knew the answer before he said it. I was easy prey for him, and my eyes showed the hunger I had as he walked me in to his house. I took off my shoes by the door and walked into his bedroom. Dimly lit, only a sheet on the bed, a bottle of lube and a mirror opposite. “Strip” he said. I did. “Get on the bed, all fours, face the mirror.” Before I was in position his hands met my ass, quickly parted my cheeks and his tongue burried inside me. I could barely catch my breath. I was dizzy from his power, muscle, age, look and cock. Easily nine with a slight side hook. His veiny Daddy Dick mirrored the almost unnatural nature of his body. How was anyone at any age this ripped? Zero fat just skin on muscle, head to toe. Even his handsome face was a bit hollow, and veins on his skull. That’s it! He was like a muscled skeleton — and one I was powerless to resist. True Alpha power does it again. Luring an innocent at 3am to use any way he wants. I was new to hooking up, had only done it a couple times. Always made sure I asked “the questions” as I’d been taught and even followed the fuck by a real date (to legitimize it). A consolation prize for the failure of “no sex before the first date.” As though sex alone was wrong or bad, much like fucking without condoms as all the HIV pamphlets passed out at Pride each year said). I looked up at the mirror in front of me as the shredded Stallion stood behind my now drenched tongue-gaped hole. Hungry from 6 hours of online cruising, dizzy from his ass eating, fully in lust for his surreal muscled look and cock. Fuck it. I was ready.

PART 5 Adam was breathing heavily from two more men using his cunt and I told him to go rinse off, but not lose the plug or use much soap. Wanted him to smell sexy but not rank. He quickly jumped up and went into the bathroom again and I could hear him running the shower. Josh said, “fuck man, that was so hot. I loved watching both of them breed him. They just…..used him like a hole.” He came over and sat next to me on the bed and passed me a shotgun from the bong. I laughed “he IS a fucking hole, dude. He knows it and every other man does too. He lives for dick in his ass. It’s his favorite thing in the world. You should try it sometime.” Josh laughed nervously and said “I dunno. It looks like it hurts, but he sure loves cock in his ass. This stuff is making me so fuckin horny.” He reached down and played with his cock, which was rock hard. The cialis was still working. I leaned over and gave him another huge shotgun, while reaching down to touch his hole. He moaned a little bit but I looked in his eyes and I could see a bit of fear. Josh wanted everyone to think he was a butch top (he sure looks the part, big shoulders, beefy, big dick) but I liked the turn this conversation was taking. He was afraid of what his deepest desires were and how the drugs were unlocking them. With any luck I was going to have my fat cock in his pussy for the first time tonight. The first of many nights to come. Adam reappeared and sat down on the bed between Josh and I. He leaned his head on my shoulder and Josh leaned over to give him a shotgun. He passed the smoke to me and then looked at me and said “Do you have more cocks to breed me, Daddy?” We all three laughed and I grabbed my phone. It was full of messages from guys wanting to come breed my whore. I quickly sorted through them while Josh and Adam made out and smoked some more T. I picked the ones with the biggest cocks and the ones I thought were hot. As long as they had a hard cock, Adam didn’t really care what they looked like. Three more guys said they were on their way and another couple sounded tentative. If they show, they show. Otherwise, I’ll fuck the whore some more myself. A few minutes later, I broke up Josh and Adam’s makeout session and tossed them each a bottle of gatorade. “Stay hydrated, pigs. And don’t piss in the toilet. Got a much better place for your piss.” Adam laughed. He knew it was all going to go up his cunt. Josh didn’t really get it, but nodded while he gulped down the gatorade. A little while later, I’d gotten confirmations (for what those are worth) and told them both “The next guys are coming over, so get ready, whore. Josh you help me keep an eye on things. Make sure it doesn’t get out of hand, OK?” “Sure,” he said. I reached over and rubbed his sexy chest, and watched Adam get situated on the bed. “Leave the plug in until your next breeder customer gets here, OK, whore?” “Yes, Daddy, it feels amazing in my pussy, but I can’t wait to get more loads inside me.” I tapped the end of plug and Adam moaned again. We all laughed and Josh sat back down on the sofa after feeding Adam one last shotgun. Fuck, these boys were SPUN. But Josh’s cock continued to be as hard as Adam’s was shriveled and small. He was lying on the bed with his plugged ass in the air, moaning quietly to himself, playing with his little tina prick. The doorbell rang again, and I went to answer it. This time there were four guys on the door step. All different ages and sizes. I’d warned them that this would be a group thing, and they were all enthusiastic about it. The whore only cared that their cocks were hard and they dumped a load in his pussy. “Hey guys. You ready to breed my whore?” They all laughed and said “fuck yeah!” “Shuck your clothes in the living room, the whore’s in the bedroom in the back. Just follow the smell of sex.” I laughed and they all followed me into the living room where I watched them get undressed. They introduced themselves as Joe, Dave, Tim and Nick. Apparently they all arrived right at the same time but only Joe and Dave knew each other. They were another pig couple wanting to breed a whore. My whore. Joe was about 5’5”, muscled and compact with thick swirls of black hair on his chest and a sexy buzz cut and beard. Dave was taller and thinner, maybe 5’10” and 160, blonde and also furry. They both sported fat uncut cocks, ready to breed the hole. The other two guys didn’t know each other. Tim was tall and thin, smooth and a nice 8” cut dick, Nick was older, a hot hairy daddy about 50 with a thick piece of daddy cock to dump a load in Adam’s pussy. I led them to the bedroom and let them know that we were partying pretty hard. They all laughed and said they were too. Joe asked me if I minded if he and Dave slammed. I said “of course not, you got a spare rig for my whore?” He was carrying a small zippered pouch and pulled out the orange capped rig. “Course I do. You wanna give him a boost?” I laughed along with him and said “Sure. The whore has his own stuff. Let’s do it.” We all walked back into the bedroom where Josh and Adam were on the bed making out and Adam was lazily sucking Josh’s dick. Introductions were made and Adam immediately scooted to the edge of the bed and took the nearest cock (Nick) into his mouth. “FUUUUUCK. This whore is good. You’re gonna be so much hungrier in a minute, kid.” We all laughed and I knew that soon Adam would have at least four more loads in his pussy. But first, Darts. I grabbed Adam’s bag of T off the bed and handed it to Joe. “You decide how much.” He sat at my desk and pulled a tiny scale out of his pouch. He quickly got the point ready and handed it to me, along with an alcohol wipe. I pulled Adam off Nick’s cock to moans from both of them. “Don’t forget, Daddy man, all loads go in his cunt. Nick laughed and said “I’ve got two or three if you’ll let me wait around and breed the whore again.” I thought about it for a second and said “Sure, man, hot bear like you? I wanna watch him take your cock.” He laughed and said “Deal.” He sat down on the sofa next to Josh, who was mesmerized by Nick’s furry, beefy body. He offered the bong to Nick who took it and waited for Josh to warm the bowl. Then they passed the shotgun back and forth several times and made out. Josh liked older men. Lucky me. Joe handed me a strap and I pulled it around Adam’s arm and clicked it into place. He moaned, though his mouth was full of cock, because he knew what was coming. I noticed that Joe and Dave were waiting for Adam’s slam before they did their own. I also noticed a spare, full rig. Hmmmmm. Who was that for? “You ready for a nice fat slam, whore?” “Yes, DADDY! Please give it to me!” “Fucking meth whore.” “Fuck yes, Daddy! I sell my pussy to make money for more T. It’s what my hole is for!” I quickly found a nice plump vein, wiped it clean and then quickly in, pull back, press, out, SNAP. The strap popped off, and Adam started to cough heavily under me and I knew we’d just sent the whore to the next galaxy. I saw Joe and Dave expertly slam themselves at about the same time, and they were coughing hard. “On your knees! Cunt in the air, whore! NOW.” I slapped Adam hard on his ass and he immediately moved to the edge of the bed near Nick and Josh and put his ass high in the air. I reached over and pulled the buttplug out quickly to a moan from Adam. “Gentlemen, the whore is open for business. This round’s on me.”

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I was recently on holiday to Budapest with some friends, and as recommended we went to the thermal baths. Of course, all the guys were in swimming trunks which made it very easy to see their hot bodies. While in one of the pools I spotted this young guy, probably about 19 chilling on the steps. It was like he was sent from the gods, a tight body, tanned skin, a cute smile. Perfect, easily out of my league. I couldn't stop staring, every time he was in my view my eyes lingered a little too long, and he noticed. He stared back at me and our eyes met, he let out a small smirk and beckoned with his head for me to come over. I swam over and sat next to him. "You English?" he said in a Hungarian accent. "Yes" I replied back. "You into guys?" he asked. "Yes" I replied back. He looked at me and smiled before saying "follow me". He stood up and got out the pool, I quickly followed him. He went downstairs to the changing rooms and went through a random door before getting to a toilet that was secluded. We went inside and he locked the door before pulled down his trunks revealing a nice uncut cock which was already hard, maybe a little over 6inch, not too thick. I got on my knees and began sucking; using my tongue to lick under his foreskin and around his cock head. He ran his hands through my hair and let out a moan. "anal?" he asked after a little while. "I'm not sure how clean it is, your choice" I answer back. He pulled me up and turned me around before spitting on his hand and rubbing his saliva on my hole. He stuck a finger in and swirled it around before pulling it out. "looks clean to me." He stuck his open palm out to me, "spit." I spat out a thick blob of saliva into his hand which he also rubbed and pushed into me. I lent against the wall and revealed my hole for him. He rubbed his cock head against it for a little bit before slowly pushing in. I let out a moan as my hole resisted the intruder. "relax" he whispered. He push a little harder and he slid in, balls deep. He softly grabbed my hips and began to thrust. I leaned further forward letting him push really deep into me. He then gripped harder and began going to town on my hole, thrusting in and out as hard as he could, like I was nothing but a fuck toy to him. I let out a moan with every thrust into me. "dirty English slut, letting a stranger use you raw," I just let out a moan and said fuck a few times. "I bet you want my cum deep inside you" he began to pant. "breed me, I need your cum so badly" I moaned back to him. He began pushing deep into me, trying to get as far into my hole as possible. "here it comes slut" he said, slightly out of breath. His cock began to pulse as it was buried balls deep inside me, flooding my guts with his DNA. He let out a deep moan as his balls emptied into me. He then slowly slid out and slapped by ass. He parted my cheeks and looked at my hole, leaking a small bit of cum. "fuck that's hot," he exclaimed. He then slide a finger or 2 into my ass and again swirled them around. He then quickly withdrew them. I felt some more cum drip out and run down my leg. "fuck you're dirty." I smiled back at him. He slapped my ass again before he unlocked the door and left. I quickly put my trucks back on and left a minute later. I went upstairs and went back into one of the pools where I let his load leak into water. Bred by a hot Hungarian guy in some toilets, would definitely do again 😅

Part 55 - The Second Stage Of Bagging A Prince Seated in the plush suites of the first class cabin for the seven hour flight to Dubai then a quick change of planes for the six hour flight down to Mauritius. Mateo still a little apprehensive about the whole flying thing seemed to forget he was on a plane. Alex and Max sat in the front two centre suites, Liam and Franco either side by the window, Artem behind Liam whilst Tom and Mateo had the suites behind Alex and Max. As much as Liam and Franco loved their royal trips the eight seats meant one other seat. To their relief the airline who now knew of Prince Alexander had blocked the seat off and the crew in the galley between first and business were instructed that no passenger is allowed past the galley. Alex stood and turned to them all reminding them that once they are at the hotel and in private royal protocol was banned unless exceptional circumstances prevail. He looked around and they all nodded, only when we leave for the airport does it resume he added. Mateo finally had the courage to have a glass of champagne and sat there quite calm, with Tom by his side they chatted and giggled constantly until dinner service. Artem came over to join them in their suites for dinner, whilst Liam and Franco joined Alex and Max. "How come we don't get to dine with you?" Tom said poking his head over the partition. "You are not important enough" Franco quickly replied and the three laughed. Tom smirked "Oh you better watch yourself for the next two weeks!" he said confidently. Franco deliberately sat back stretching and flexing his muscles "No problem" he said. "Stop flirting with my valet!" Alex said, "You can eat with us on the next flight" he said to Tom. They thought it was over but Tom appeared again "You gay yet?" he asked Franco smirking. "What a ludicrous question!" Franco responded but Alex and Max were looking at him, "No!" he said. Tom shrugged "Might get you drunk and take you on a test drive" he replied sitting down. Tom could hear the laughter and it was Liam who was laughing the longest and poking fun at Franco. Max stood up "Don't you get involved!" Alex said trying to pull him back in to his seat but failing. "Leave my protection officer alone" Max warned, "Or else!" he said. Tom smiled "You better watch your back as well Maxine" he replied hearing Alex burst out laughing. Max sat and Alex looked at Liam "Why do I think I am going to regret this trip?" he asked. Liam sipped his champagne contemplating for a moment "You employed them all, it is your fault!". Alex folded his arms "Apologise or you get demoted to business class!" he exclaimed. Liam took another sip and stared at Alex "Make me" he replied leaning forward and parting his mouth. "Your highness, sir, your menus for this evening" said a young cute cabin steward. Liam jumped looking slightly embarrassed "My name is Adrian and I will be looking after you". Adrian was cute, tall and very nice looking. Immaculately groomed in his airline uniform and around 22 years old. It was enough to spike Tom's interest and he openly flirted with him when handing the menus to them asking what was good. Adrian smiled and winked at Tom telling everything is good on their flight tonight, Artem and Mateo rolled their eyes looking at each other when he replied that he could see that. Tom continued his flirting throughout dinner then settled down to watch a movie and falling asleep. He woke up as the films credits were rolling and noticed that Franco and Artem were the only ones awake sat in Franco's suite chatting, apart from that the cabin was quiet but he needed a drink. Opening the half size door he walked up to the front where the first class galley and refreshments were situated by the staircase leading to the lower deck that was cordoned off. Tom looked at the drinks when Adrian appeared "Can I get you anything sir?" he asked kindly. He grinned stupidly "I need something to quench my thirst" he replied and opting for water. "Here" Adrian said taking the bottle and pouring it in a glass with some ice. Tom took a large swig "Thanks, I needed that, too much champagne and I am not use to it". Adrian chuckled staring at the tall sturdy young man "So what is your role with the prince?". Tom leaned back against the counter "All sorts really, but mostly their valet" he replied. "You must lead a wonderful life working for royalty" Adrian remarked. Tom stared besotted at him "Yeah" he said softly, "Where is the bathroom?" he asked. Adrian smiled "Behind you" he said gesturing with his hand and Tom looked behind. Tom put his glass down and walked towards the door then turned "Coming?" he asked. Adrian looked around he knew no one was allowed up here, even crew "I hope your quick" he said. "The longer you stand there the longer it takes" Tom replied already inside. Adrian swiftly moved inside, thank fully these aircraft had larger bathrooms at the upper front deck so space wasn't an issue. Tom locked the door then kissed him softly, his hands already undoing Adrian's trousers and underwear. So this wasn't how Adrian thought it would go, hoping he was going to top the young cute lad. He soon found out that behind his youth he was quite sure of wheat he was doing and wanted. In no time Adrian found himself bent over with his hands planted on the wall. Tom went down and hungrily ate his arse, spitting at it and using his tongue to pleasure the steward whilst pushing his saliva in his hole and opening it a little in preparation. Raising himself up and pushing down his trousers he spat in his hand and rubbing the saliva over his cock then he grabbed Adrian by the waist slowly pushing his cock inside. The aircraft shook through a little turbulence and Tom pushed all the way in. Adrian gasped and pushed his arse back grinding away at Tom's cock, he moaned and started gyrating his cock and pushing in deeper a couple of times until he was at a steady fast pace. The plane shook again and Tom was finding it hard to maintain his balance, but he continued at his relentless pace, quicker and quicker he got as Adrian moaned louder pushing his arse back harder against Tom. He delicately licked his lips feeling his balls tingling, the orgasm slowly accentuating, strong and stronger it got and faster he fucked. The aircraft started bumping around more and the seat belt sign came on, Tom grabbed him hard around the hips and thrusted up releasing a loud grunt and moan as he started unloading his seed in to the cabin steward. He thrusted harder in to him whilst pulling his hips back holding him deep on his cock until he finished. Quickly but gently he pulled out and Adrian moved fast pulling up his underwear and trousers making himself look presentable. Adrian kissed him 'Back to your seat quickly' he said still breathing heavily and using one hand to hold on to the bulkhead as the plane shook again. Tom walked out still doing the zipper up on his trousers returning to his seat bumping in to seats as he tried to steady himself. Artem and Franco looked over to the far side of the plane smiling at Tom seeing him appear and looking a little flustered. Adrian appeared by them and was clearly a little dishevelled and hot in the face. They looked at each other both rolling their eyes knowing full well what Tom had been up to. Leaving Mateo sat by himself who now looked petrified as the plane jolted and bumped. "Seat belts on sirs" Adrian said a little out of breath. They looked at him then at Tom sitting down "Oh my god" Artem muttered under his breath. Franco chuckled and watched Adrian moving to check Mateo was okay "You think?" he asked. Artem nodded "Where do you think Tom has been for the last fifteen minutes!" he remarked. Franco smiled "He is a pretty fast mover" he said. Artem looked at him suspiciously "Have you..." he was about to ask. "Fuck off Artem!" Franco exclaimed smiling, Of course I haven't" he said staring at him. Artem smiled "Are you straight or gay, you never really let on?" he asked sitting back. Franco smirked "Why are you so interested, do you fancy me?" he asked keeping eye contact. "I am straight" Artem replied in a matter of fact way. "That was not the answer to the question" Franco said still staring deep in to his eyes. Artem blushed slightly which he noticed "I fancy you" Franco said quietly. Artem sat back folding his arms "I know you do" he replied, "So does Alex and Tom. But I bet you Fancy Liam". Franco waved his hand "Oh come on, what makes you even think that?" he asked like it was a stupid remark. Artem smirked "I see things Franco" he simply replied, "The little subtle stolen looks". "How straight are you Artem?" Franco asked leaning forward. Artem shook his head smiling "Straight enough thanks and stop changing the subject" he replied. "Do you fancy me Artem?" Franco now asked again looking seriously at him. The seat belt sign turned off "Ah my cue to leave you!" Artem said getting up. Franco smiled "This isn't over Artem, we have two weeks yet" he said making it sound erotic. Franco watched him moving around, even he couldn't deny that Artem was an incredibly attractive guy who seemed to show no interest in girls yet he thought he protested way too much at not being gay. Artem had no idea what to make of it as he sat down in his seat. Franco had got him all flustered and weirdly confused, he was straight and he liked girls yet he couldn't deny Franco was a smooth talker and there was something so sexually alluring about him. He didn't want anything to ruin their friendship and in any case nothing would ever happen between them, he now remembered the night in London where Alex and he had kissed then shook his head. Mateo had now calmed down and Artem went around to sit with Tom and looked at him smiling. "What?" Tom asked trying to all innocent but failing. Artem pressed the button for the cabin steward "Stop it" Tom said looking embarrassed. "May I get you anything sirs?" Adrian asked appearing at Tom's seat. "Champagne please, three glasses" Artem ordered, "Oh and one for Franco over there". "Certainly sir" Adrian replied glancing at Tom with a wink. Artem sat there with his arms folded staring at Tom "Alright yes" he said quietly. "What is going on?" Mateo asked all confused as Franco came over to join in. Artem chuckled "Tom here had sex with the flight attendant" he said making Tom blush. Franco and Mateo chuckled "You got enrolled in to the mile high club then" Franco said. Tom looked confused "That is what it is called when you have sex on a plane" Franco added. They laughed quietly as Adrian returned with four glasses "We have been busted" Tom said. Adrian nearly spilt the drinks "I am so sorry" he said putting the glasses down. Mateo looked up at Adrian and grinned "Good isn't he!" he remarked. Adrian smiled "Incredible" he replied, "Two hours before landing would you like anything to eat?". They ordered some food and woke the the other guys up as well knowing Alex and Max said to wake them for a snack before landing. Rumour soon got around to the others about Tom joining the special club. The party was taken by the airlines private cars to the VIP lounge and then on to their next flight. Liam took the first three hours with Artem keeping him company then Franco with Mateo whilst the others slept. For Tom it was the only way he got some peace as they continually mocked him over his antics on the previous flight. On the ground they were met by the hotels limousines at the aircraft having gained special clearance and completing immigration before disembarking. The two limousines quickly whisked them on their way to the hotel. Tom and Mateo were wide awake watching the tropical scenery whizzing past until the cars turned on to the driveway of the hotel and pulling up outside. The hotel manager and seven butlers were all standing waiting for the royal party to arrive and after formal protocol and welcomes were completed five bell boys now appeared to take their luggage over to the suites on to Frangipani island. The butlers helping the bell boys and Artem walked with the two butlers assigned to the royal suite who carried the boxes with the royal sashes inside. Tom and Mateo wasted no time seeing the beach and ran across the white sand staring at the crystal clear azure waters of the Indian Ocean. Artem happy to have one suite to himself let Tom and Mateo share the other one whilst Liam and Franco would occupy the second bedroom in the royal suite upstairs. Mateo was incredibly impressed at their suite that opened on to the beachfront, he walked outside and looked up to see Liam and Franco shirtless already waving down at him. Mateo grinned and blew them both a kiss then turned around and wiggled his arse at them laughing, he took his shirt off then rubbed his hand over his body in an enticing manner. Liam looked at Franco then they both disappeared. "I would run if I was you Mateo" Max said leaning over, "They are coming for you!". "They no scare me" Mateo replied then spotted them heading towards him, "Dios mio". Suddenly Mateo bolted across the sand unsure where he was even heading but he kept running anyway until he reached the waters edge then turned around to see Liam one side and Franco the other. He had no way of escaping and held his hands up helpless and now way of escaping them. They moved in and picked him up by his arms and legs taking him in to the sea. Panic ran through Mateo, his one weakness was he couldn't swim properly and never been in the sea. "Please no, I no swim well" Mateo cried out. Liam seeing the panic in his eyes lowered his legs "Hey calm down Mateo" he said softly. Franco let go and put his arm around his shoulder "Come on we will teach you" he said. Slowly they took Mateo in to the water keeping hold of him by the hands. Liam and Franco would spend the next two weeks teaching Mateo to swim properly. It all made sense to Liam why Mateo would stand in the palace pool wading around and only swimming a little. Artem came down to the beach with Alex whilst Max watched from the balcony smiling and waving to them, he knew Artem doted on Alex having been with him from the start. Tom joined Max handing him a cup of coffee as they stood enjoying the morning and Mateo's swimming lesson. Alex went in to the sea and Franco came out and waved up at Max and Tom before sitting next to Artem on the shore line. "You not going in for a swim?" Franco asked. "In a bit" Artem replied smiling, "Mateo seems to be enjoying his swimming lesson" he remarked. Franco laughed "Yeah, he has a soft spot for Alex" he said, "But then again who doesn't". "Do you?" Artem asked looking at Franco, "Or are you worried your macho image will be damaged?". "My macho image?" Franco asked looking surprised, "Do you think I have one?". Artem smiled "I don't know what to think Franco. Can't work you out" he replied. "Maybe you are not suppose to work me out" Franco said in a mysterious tone. Artem chuckled watching Alex "I know you two have kissed" Franco said quietly. "Only the once and in London" Artem replied, "Wanted to see what it was like that is all". Franco looked at him "And what did you think?" he now asked. Artem shrugged "Honestly it didn't feel any different" he replied, "What about the ballet dancer?". Franco chuckled going bright red "Thought so" Artem said smiling, "Good for you Franco!". "Nothing is going on there" Franco quickly said, "I did kiss Max though" he said in a hushed tone. Artem glanced at him "You need to stop worrying what people will think Franco and go for it". "Dispensing advice now?" Franco asked chuckling, "Nose out of my business please" he said kindly. "Not a chance" Artem replied putting his arm around Franco's shoulder, "We are family here". Franco smiled looked at Artem "The ballet dancer" he started saying, "He is nice but I fancy someone else". Artem smiled staring out to sea and couldn't bring himself to look at Franco right now, he had a sneaky suspicion why Franco was looking at him. Artem now stood and went in for a swim whilst Franco watched. The day unfolded in to a completely relaxed and chilled out time, something they all appreciated like they were just a group of friends on holiday. Alex looked out over the balcony on the second morning dressed in his bathrobe and stretching after a good nights sleep. He waved at Max and Tom who were enjoying a dip in the ocean before breakfast, he smiled to himself remembering that day when he spotted Max right from this position. Who knew that after months of depressed searching and sadness that he would have casually bump in to him in London that night. He jumped slightly feeling a hand on his shoulder and glanced smiling to see Liam standing there. He leaned over the balcony with his arm around Alex, he didn't need to say anything as the look on Alex's face said it all. The two butlers appeared on the balcony with coffee and started preparing the table for breakfast, Max and Tom noticed and ended their swim casually walking across the beach laughing and pushing each other then standing looking up at Alex. They both bowed and called up 'Your highness' causing Alex to laugh and wave royally at them. Liam slipped his hand down and squeezed his arse then took his seat at the table pouring a coffee for Alex and him whilst they waited for everyone else to join them. After the noisy breakfast where they planned the day out they all headed down to the beach. Max disappeared for a half an hour with Franco on the pretence they wanted to see what excursions they could go on. Every one else complained stating the only excursion they wanted was from the suite to the beach. Slowly as the sun began setting Max dragged Alex up from the sunbed and took him for a walk along the beach and around Frangipani. Franco had to hold Liam back explaining that Max wanted an hour of privacy with Alex and he would keep him safe. They walked to a jetty where a small hotel speed boat was tied up. The driver stood up and bowed as they approached. "Thought we would go over to the island for an hour. Just us" Max said. Alex smiled looking around "Does Liam and Franco know" he asked knowing Liam would go nuts. Max chuckled "Stop worrying Alex and get in, for once trust me" he said. They arrived after the 3 minute journey across the small expanse of water to the hotels private island. On the jetty they were handed cold towels and their sunglasses cleaned by the islands butlers and offered a chilled rose water spray on their faces, Alex giggled but felt instantly refreshed. Max took his hand and they walked on the beach. Alex didn't notice one of the butlers hand Max something and found a spot on the main beach that was deserted, they stood at the waters edge looking across at the Frangipani island and could just make out their entourage on the beach there. Franco could just make out it was Alex and Max standing there. Max was checking the time, he had to do this within the hour and notify the king as in two hours the royal chamber council were meeting. Alex chuckled and leaned in kissing Max "This is my sanctuary" he said softly, "Here with you". Max smiled and looked at Alex "Crazy world, the world you live in, the world I lived in" he said. "You don't regret being thrown in to my world?" Alex asked facing him bathed by the setting sun. Max brushed his lips softly against Alex's "No. But then I have no idea what I am actually doing". Alex giggled "You make a good job of it, whatever it is your doing" he said kissing him lightly. "Still scares the hell out of me you know" Max added fingering the ring in his hand now. Alex smiled "I love you so much Max, make no mistake about that". Max smiled stepping back and dropping to one knee "Then Prince Alexander. Will you marry me?". His voice nearly giving out through nerves as he held out the ring, he didn't quite know how to do this but then Alex gave him the opening and the moment felt right. Alex looked bewildered for a moment being taken by surprise by this, he knew one day it would happen but this caught him truly off guard. Looking down at the worried look on Max's face he chuckled and smiled nodding his head. "Yes of course I will Max" Alex replied and Max slipped the ring on his finger and stood up. Alex looked at it beaming with happiness then looked at him "Wait you did ask right?" he checked. Max laughed and kissed Alex holding him tight "Your father and governor have consented". Alex was beside himself and pulled Max forward again kissing him passionately and slipping his hand inside Max's shorts to hold his arse. They heard a champagne cork pop behind and a butler appeared carrying two glasses of champagne and handing one to each of them. Quickly Alex removed his hand from inside Max's shorts. "To us and our weird lives together with the man I love" Max said raising his glass chuckling. Alex smiled wiping his eyes "To us, my future husband who I love and adore so much". They kissed again "You know our lives will get even more crazy now" Alex said making sure Max knew. He nodded "The king made no mistake in telling me it would go in to overdrive" Max replied. The clinked glasses gently and sipped the champagne holding hands and looking out over the ocean. Franco saw everything, or just about, he knew it was done and smiled bursting with pride that had Liam looking confused. "What is going on?" Liam asked squinting trying to see what Franco had seen. Franco just laid back down in the sand "You will find out shortly" he replied waving his hand. "Don't you start keeping secrets from me!" Liam demanded pinching Franco's toe. Franco just giggled "I am not keeping secrets, it is just not for me to tell you" he replied. Alex looked at his hand as they sat in the speed boat on their way back with the butler and their glasses of champagne. By the time they got to the beach where the guys were still catching the last of the rays at the waters edge the butler followed Alex and Max carrying a tray of champagne. Liam stood slightly confused by their appearance but realised quickly something good was going on. They waited for the butler to disappear after giving everyone a glass and making sure they were alone and private then Alex nodded to Max. He smiled at Alex "Guys, Prince Alexander and I are engaged to be married in June" he announced. Alex looked shocked not knowing it was going to be in June but he had no time to question it as they crowded around kissing and hugging them both and toasting their happiness. Liam looked at Franco knowing full well that he had known that Max was going to propose all along. "So you said June?" Alex now said managing to get to Max. "Yes. Sorry but your father insisted, well commanded really" Max replied. Max knew what he had to do and after reminding them that the news was stay within their circle he sent a text to to the king advising that it was official then letting his family know. The king in turn sat down at the head of the council table and nodded to the governor premier at the opposite end who knew that Max had done his part. The meeting commenced with the governor addressing the council advising that after seeking consented approval Max has proposed and Prince Alexander has accepted, nods of approval from council members and congratulations offered to his majesty who was now to take the floor. The king opened his folder as the five older council members looked to his majesty, the governor had already advised the council members that the king was going invoke a statute and made it clear that if they voted against it they need to back it up with plausible reasoning. The king looked up and nodded to each council member "Gentlemen of the royal chamber council. Today marks a significant point for Prince Alexander and the sovereign family along with the citizens of Monrovia, just under two hours ago Maximilian Westwood-Lymm formally proposed a union of marriage to the prince himself after obtaining consent from the royal chamber" the king started and again nodded to each council member. "The people of Monrovia are proud to be part of a country that is progressive and in many ways leading the way of building tolerant societies that are often envied by other countries. After consideration and with full support and backing from the crown heads of Her Majesties The Dowager Queen and Queen we are proposing that the Sovereign Statute 10.5 be invoked to extend to Maximilian Westwood-Lymm, the statue is to be invoked as written. Before tabling a vote may I remind you that the statute clearly defines itself in granting full royal title and status. Governor premier" the king said handing the vote over. Steven stood up "Your majesty" he said bowing, "His Majesty the King of Monrovia proposes to invoke Sovereign Statute 10.5 in full. Do the council members need time to consider before casting their vote?" he asked looking around the table, no one said a word. "Royal chamber council please raise your right hand to vote in Sovereign Statute 10.5 for Maximilian Westwood-Lymm" he said, the king and governor premier raised their hands and the council all followed on. "Sovereign Statute 10.5 has been approved by each member of the Royal Chamber Council and is therefore granted with no amendment. All rights under the sovereign crown of Monrovia will be afforded from the date of the union to Prince Alexander. The Sovereign heads to determine title and to be approved by the myself as governor premier" he said bringing the item to a close. The king nodded his thanks to the council and they carried on discussing other items. Max sat back on the Balinese bed taking a moment, he looked down at Alex who was sleeping peacefully next to him. It was a surreal dreaming moment to him, half expecting he would need to pinch himself to actually believe this was happening to him. A person he was totally in awe of and loved so much slept peacefully by his side. The way not only his life but that of his family had changed in several months. He smiled and looked down at the ocean where Mateo was swimming with Liam and Franco. He had the chance to make a mark on his adopted country now as he looked down at his list of things to do taking up the chairman position of the MTA, having seen the club itself which was by any standard a world class venue. His head full of ideas and things to do that he had to keep writing them down. After all he knew how to put on pretty important events from his days in the gallery, he knew that enticing big names would bring the crowds. He wrote down the words, needs to be run as a business with a proper board made up of employees not directors or vice presidents. He tapped his chin with the pencil then wrote chef and sat forward scribbling down royal club and in brackets exclusive premium section. Tom walked over to Max and took the pad and pencil out of his hand. "You are suppose to be relaxing, you need to chill out" Tom said dragging him off the bed. "I am quite happy laying here" Max protested allowing himself to be pulled up. Artem walked over dripping water "I will sit with Alex" he said pushing them both away. Tom took Max by the hand walking to the ocean "Plenty of time to work at home" Tom said. Max smiled "You are quite bossy sometimes" he said kindly squeezing Tom's hand. Tom smirked "Yeah I know" he said softly glancing at Max, "Think you like it though" he smiled. Franco swam over "Finally he got you to stop working!" he remarked standing up. Max looked at his body chuckling and remembering the fight at Christmas "Cock tease!" Max said. Franco laughed stepping closer to Max with a smouldering look in his eyes "You want me?" he asked. Max swallowed hard "Cock tease!" he said again with a softer tone in his voice. Franco laughed and moved his face closer like he was about to kiss him, he chuckled and kissed him on the cheek taking his other hand to be lead in to the warm water by Tom and Franco. Artem looked over to where Franco stood with Max then shook his head wondering what was happening to him. Max looked over and smiled seeing Liam and Mateo happily chatting away without a care in the world, he had bonded so closely with Liam that anyone would mistake them as a couple. Then there was Franco, flirty and sexy but always just out of reach. Finding it awkward at times having the shadow of Franco follow him at the beginning, he soon found that he was devoted to him like Liam was to Alex. He trusted his intuition and guidance, he also found the same with Liam as they cross protected the two of them when out and about with Alex. In fact Max found he relied more and more on Franco as the weeks went by and he took a more active role not only with Alex's engagements but also with Alden as a threesome which drew larger crowds, it also had the added bonus of being with Nick. The tranquil surroundings of their tropical paradise where only a closed door away from reality, a reality that was to trouble Max a little in the coming months and where he would turn to the one person who would help him find his feet. The dowager queen who he had a very close bond with would gave him all the guidance he needed. He sighed lovingly feeling the arms wrap around his body and the soft sensual lips of Alex on his neck, awake from his sleep he had come down to join them for a swim with Artem in tow. Now that every one was over their jetlag and able to stay awake longer tonight would be the first time they would all have dinner together on the balcony of the royal suite. After all Alex and Max really wanted this to be a kind of thank you to their staff, no protocol, just seven friends enjoying a couple of weeks away from life. Shortly before dinner both Liam and Franco received an encrypted message from their boss Scott, both knew what it meant and they were not divulge any of it to anyone else. The message simply read 'Statute 10.5 is in motion and Max will fall under Statute 3 in due course'. Neither of them quite knew what 10.5 was but they knew 3 like the back of their hands, they both looked at each other and smiled locking their phones. At the same time Max received a text from the king asking when he was telling his parents as the formal announcement needs to be made quickly by the palace. Max sat on the bed and called his parents telling them the news which came as no surprise half expecting something to happen sooner rather than later. Max looked up "So we go public with this?" he asked Alex. Alex sat next to him "Of course, you can't expect to marry me in private!" he replied laughing. "I guess the palace will issue a statement and we can post a photo on our social media" Alex added. "Tomorrow then" Max suggested, "When we are on the beach, more romantic" he said. Alex kissed him "I like your thinking sexy" he said running his hand inside Max's shorts. "Stop that Alex you know I can't resist it" Max complained but loosing any ability to fight. Alex chuckled and pulled his hand away "After dinner I want to bang your brains out!" he said standing. Max stood up pulling Alex towards him "Bend over!" he said pushing over. "We have dinner" Alex said trying to stand back up but Max had pulled his shorts down. "You started it!" Max replied. Max kneeled down ramming his face in to Alex's arse 'Oh god dam!" he moaned loudly. Alex collapsed half on the bed from surprise as Max attacked his arse, biting the cheeks playfully and kissing his way up along his back. All the time his cock getting nearer and nearer until it met with his hole, softly toying and nudging until the head slipped in. Max gasped and Alex moaned raising his head, Max giggled and pushed his head back down on the bed and using his legs to pin Alex's legs wide open. His hands resting either side of Alex and delivering several long deep strokes before closing in and wriggling his arse until he was balls deep, Alex raised his head again and moaned 'Fuck me baby!' he said between breaths. Max was intending on doing it anyway but hearing his lovers soft tones begging him for it drove his hips wild, slapping hard against his arse. Tom walked up to the door and heard the distinct sound of fucking and chuckled to himself, quickly removing his hand from knocking on the door and letting them get it over with. Tom returned to the balcony "Dinner will have to wait a few minutes" he said sitting down. "Seriously! They have had all day and they do it now!" Artem said folding his arms grumpily. Mateo picked a bread roll putting it in Artem's mouth "Eat this then" he said to a laughing Artem. "Behave!" Liam said pouring himself a glass of wine. Franco laughed looking at Artem who for once was lost for words with a bread roll hanging out of his mouth. That was what he liked about Artem, so confident in his role, plus he had a very extraordinary closeness with Alex and Max. Max couldn't go any faster even if he tried and it wasn't long before he felt his orgasm surfacing and taking over his body. He pushed in one last time and moaned loudly collapsing on top of Alex. Only their heavy breathing filled the air until Alex giggled and raised his head turning it to kiss Max. Max rested his head on Alex's back as he desperately wanted to fuck him again but knew they were all probably waiting for dinner. Slowly he pulled out and heaved Alex off the bed who was a giggling mess pulling his shorts back up with a raging erection showing through. Max pulled his shorts up "Man I am hungry!" he said holding his hand out to Alex. "Me too, but I can wait until later for my turn" Alex said kissing him. They strode out on to the balcony together to a round of applause from the guys. Instantly Max stood in front and took a bow then he presented Alex who stepped forward and bowed. The applause rang out from the table until the butler and waiter appeared confused as to what was going on. Alex and Max took their seats and spent an enjoyable few hours as the seven of them ate and drank, talking and laughing then eventually ending up on the beach sat under the stars of the humid night air. The following morning Alex and Max went down to the beach and Max took his phone out and sat behind Alex with one around his prince he took a selfie, happy it was a good picture he sent a text to the palace media who confirmed he could post it. Simultaneously the palace media team released the official statement, the governor premier announced the news in session. Max opened up the app on his phone where their page had now attracted millions of followers, he uploaded the photo and added the caption 'Happily in love with my fiancé' he put two wedding bell symbols next to it and looked at Alex who moved his finger over and clicked on the post button. They looked at each other and shared a very loving kiss. Liam walked over and showed them that the formal announcement had been made and read allowed to them 'Their Majesties the King and Queen of Monrovia along with Mr & Mrs Westwood-Lymm are pleased to announce that their sons, Prince Alexander and Maximilian Westwood-Lymm are officially engaged and will be married towards the end of June. Additional details of the ceremony will follow at a later date'. The palace media assistant logged in to the prince's account and began going through the numerous comments from well wishers as the number of likes rose in their thousands every time it was refreshed. There were already comments appearing speculating what Max's title would be. But incredibly in the last few minutes it had become the fastest trending topic in Monrovian history. The king and queen popped by and watched for a few minutes, the outpouring of love for the two was amazing. It confirmed their expectation that the wedding would need to be a full state ceremony, it had already been decreed by the governor that the day would be a public holiday. Alex had arranged with the hotel manager to have a jeweller brought to the hotel with plain gold rings for Max to try on since he adamant that Max needed one. Leaving the hotel managers office they took a stroll along the beach holding hands with Liam and Franco following on. It didn't take long for news to be spreading around the hotel as guests knew who was in residence by the security on Frangipani island, they were cautiously stepping forward offering their congratulations and asking for pictures. Alex and Max happily allowed selfies to be taken with the guests. The simple beauty of their love radiated from them and was evident to anyone who met them. Across on Frangipani island Tom was swimming with Artem whilst Mateo sat on the beach looking in to his phone on a video call with Hannes where they chatted away for a few minutes before Hannes went silent staring at him. "It is massive excitement here about the prince and Max" Hannes said. Mateo smiled "They are happy and in love" he replied staring at the screen. "What about you, are you in love?" Hannes asked straight out, "I know I am Mateo" he said. Mateo nodded slowly "Yes" he replied softly, "I missing you lots" he said welling up. Hannes smiled "I want you to enjoy your time away and do whatever you want" he said knowingly. "Oh!" Mateo replied looking confused then up at Tom. "I want it to be just you and me when you come home" Hannes now said clarifying it for him. Mateo grinned "No more Tom or prince?" he asked then chuckled, "Just you and me then?". Hannes nodded "I miss you Mateo, more than I thought I would" he said showing him his cock. Mateo laughed "You dirty boy" he said wiping his eyes then staring at him "Te quiero mucho". Hannes put his cock away "I know" he said, "Te quiero mucho Mateo". "Yo sé que tú" Mateo replied smiling, "I be home soon" he said. Hannes smiled "It is a big step Mateo so tell me your answer when you come home" he said. "Okay" Mateo said smiling back at him hearing the word home being spoken. "Are you coming in or do we have to drag you in?" Tom shouted out to Mateo. Hannes chuckled "You better go before Tom gets his hands on you" he said. Mateo hung up putting his phone back on the sun bed and wandered in to the sea to join them for a swim. He felt so happy right now about Hannes on one side, and the other a little sadness watching Tom knowing their explosive exploits would have to eventually come to an end.

I absolutely roared when Mateo turned to Alphonso and suggested that they "Swap". Mateo certainly has stamina if he was able to satisfy all three of his bed partners... ah the blessing of youth 🙂

Part 52 - The First Stage Of Bagging A Prince By morning Mateo was up and bustling around getting prepared for the day ahead, it was still early and he decided to go down to the household dining room to get a coffee and was pleased to see Hannes sat there dressed in his guards uniform ready for his shift. Mateo grabbed a coffee and went over to the table where he was sitting. Hannes looked up and produced a huge smile inviting him to sit down. They spent a while chatting and drinking, Hannes mesmerised by the Mexican and just loved hearing him talk. He would ask Mateo how to say things in Spanish so he could at least throw some words that Mateo would understand. Several other household staff came and sat with them that Mateo had met on a few occasions, they were also showing a keen interest in learning some of his language as well. Finally persuaded by them to hold some language lessons a few evenings a week before realising the time when Hannes took his leave to start guard duty. Mateo also took his leave collecting the pot of coffee for Alex and Max as well as the others. He couldn't deny his attraction to Hannes to growing stronger every time they spent in each others company. Early April with warmer weather the snow was finally gone. Hannes and Mateo had been on several dates and it was going well, they had become very close and had an understanding of each other, he was definitely looking forward to their date that evening where Hannes was going to cook dinner for him. Secretly Mateo knew tonight was the night as he had been invited to stay over with Hannes. By mid morning that Friday Artem and Mateo were going over the budgets and the trip to Madrid later that month in more detail. Tom was spending more time picking up guys at the bar where he first met Hannes, he was excited as this weekend Gareth would finally be arriving to take up his position and hoped that finally with all their glances and innuendos that something might happen now. Tom and Mateo were so close as friends now they were often mistaken as a couple as they spent so much time together. Hannes loved watching them when they all had dinner together several nights a week in the household dining room. Max kissed Alex and went on his way to his office in the palace whilst Alex was out on an official engagement. Friday was often busy with the governor premier attending the palace for his weekly meeting with the king to discuss state affairs. Today though the governor premier was lunching with the king, queen and dowager queen, their usual once a month luncheon to discuss unofficial things in a light hearted manner. Max finished off his audit of the artwork in the east wing of the royal residence, this afternoon he was starting on the west wing. He was sat there pondering and mustering up the courage and finally at 12.30pm he walked out of the office and strolled along to the where two footmen stood outside the sovereign's office. He had never done this before so was unsure what the correct protocol was. "I wish to speak with the king" Max said looking at each of the footmen in turn. "The king is in council with the governor premier" the footman on the left replied bowing his head. Suddenly both footmen bowed "Your majesty" they said as the dowager queen approached. "Are you alright Max?" she asked noticing he looked nervous. Max bowed "Yes your majesty. I wanted to catch the king and governor premier together" he replied. "Oh! the dowager queen replied then it hit her, "Oh right!" she added wondering if this was it. "Please inform the king" she said to the footmen and the one on the left bowed. He went went inside "Sir Maximilian Westwood-Lymm..." he heard the footman starting to say. He appeared without finishing his sentence holding the door open for Max "The king and governor will see you". Max walked inside "Your majesty" he said bowing. The dowager queen continued on her way smiling. "Max do come in" the king said waving him over. Steven stood "Sir" he said bowing his head, "How lovely to see you". "Governor premier" Max replied shaking his hand and smiling affectionately at him. "Sit, sit" the king said sitting down, "This is a surprise Max, what can I do for you?" he asked. Max took a breath "Your majesty, May I request permission to propose to Prince Alexander". Steven glanced at the king for a response "You have my blessing Max" the king replied immediately. The king looked to the governor premier "Council has pre-agreed should this union materialise". "Really?" the king asked partly shocked but not surprised knowing how keen Steven was on this relationship. Steven nodded "Yes your majesty. They believe it is a most suitable union" he replied. The king smiled and looked at Max "Well, when do you intend to propose?" he asked. "Ah!" Max replied looking between them, "Can I take Alex to Mauritius and do it there?" he replied. The king laughed and the governor looked at him "Yes Max" Steven replied, "If the king agrees". The king smiled "Of course you may Max" he agreed, "You know the protocols though". Max nodded "Protection officers" he said, "I want to take him after the state visit to Spain". The king nodded again "I suggest end of June for the marriage" he added more of a command than suggestion. "Yes your majesty" Max replied laughing, "June it is then". "Splendid. I know the queen and dowager queen will be thrilled" the kind said. Max knew his time was up and stood bowing "Apologies for interrupting your majesty". "Just one thing Max" Steven intervened, "Do you like tennis?" he asked and the king laughed. Max nodded "Yes, I like to play when I have time" he replied standing there. "Good. Have you heard of the Monrovian Tennis Affiliation Club?" Steven asked. "No I don't think so" Max replied curiously. "I err... Purt you forward to be their new chairman and reinvigorate the club" Steven informed him. Max thought for a moment "Reinvigorate it how?" he now asked. "Make the championship international, bring sponsorship, prize funds" Steven suggested. "Right" Max said thinking, "You mean like the Paris open or Wimbledon?" he asked. Steven nodded "Exactly, but better. Put it on the map so to say" he said seeing Max was already in to the idea. "Okay" Max replied, "I like a challenge" he said, "Your majesty" Max bowed. Max left the room "I will convene the royal chamber council to discuss" Steven said quietly. "Good" the king replied, "I wish to invoke Sovereign Statute 10.5 with no amendments". Steven nodded "Most unusual situation we are in, it may take a while to pass" he replied. The king smiled "They won't have a leg to stand on so to say" he said confidently. "In what way your majesty?" Steven asked looking at him. He smiled again "Read the statute carefully. It is open in interpretation and non specific". Steven laughed "And is Max aware that is what is proposed?" he asked going serious again. The king was silent for a moment "I take that as a no then your majesty" he added smiling. The king shrugged "I have every confidence in the council and they will agree". "You mean who ever does not agree I should replace them" Steven said sitting back smiling. The king tutted "I never said that. But some of them have been around way too long. Maybe reinvigorate it" he laughed. The governor laughed loudly "If it was anyone else I would argue the case, but I stand by you" he replied. The king chuckled "Max might push back but I know the dowager queen can talk him around if needed". Max stood in the ornate corridor of the palace, it was all happening so fast now. He desperately wanted to speak to Artem but he was on the official engagement with Alex, his job to keep things on track and ensure the prince was where he was suppose to be at the right time. He needed to check the diary to make sure that after the Spanish state visit they could slip away for a couple of weeks. Max pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and called Franco asking where he was, he hung up then walked towards the household part of the palace and wandered into the dining room to find Franco. His appearance was quite common yet it still embarrassed him when they all stood and nodded their heads at his arrival before sitting down again, no matter what he only saw himself as Max who felt awkward every time it happened. "What is the matter?" Franco asked after Max ordered some soup. "Nothing" Max replied, "We need to go shopping" he said. Franco sat back in his chair "What for?" he asked looking at Max. "You know" Max said trying to be very discreet staring intently at Franco. "Oh right!" Franco said quietly and smiled, "Eat your lunch then we can go". Max nodded "Not a word to anyone though" he stressed making sure Franco understood. "Max it goes without saying" Franco replied watching him , "Eat!" he said again. They set off just after 2pm knowing they had to be back by 5pm when Alex was scheduled to return to the palace. It didn't take long and as they were out they decided to swing past Josh's boutique to have coffee with him. The thought did cross Max's mind what he was going to wear on the day and he walked around looking at some the dress suits Josh was working on. He had already decided that he wanted Josh to make his suit for the day. Mateo left he palace at ten minutes to seven and walked along the path towards Sovereign Row. Knocking on the door Hannes opened it inviting him inside. The kissed briefly before he handed Mateo a bottle of wine for him to undo and pour whilst Hannes finished off dinner. It was certainly a different evening for Mateo, civilised and full of conversation it flowed by so quickly. Most of the time he was sat there semi erect just looking at Hannes and listening to him. They took their wine in to the lounge listening to some music whilst they continued chatting away until there was a pause. Hannes put his glass down "It has been along time since someone caught my attention". Mateo smirked "Tom not get your attention?" he asked watching Hannes chuckle. "Yes" Hannes replied, "But certainly not in the way you have. Like when you bumped in to me". Mateo looked shocked "No senor. You run and bang into me!" he replied then laughed. Hannes took his hand "How would you feel about dating me properly now. Be my boyfriend?" he asked. "I like very much" Mateo replied instantly, "I want to be your boyfriend" he added. Hannes took his glass and placed it by his then leaned over and kissed him softly. Mateo's body heaved in sexual excitement. Palpitations thumping through his chest and body, the Latin lover inside of him beginning to release in a desire for Hannes. He stood and held his hand out to Mateo, pulling him up gently they held hands and walked through the lounge then up the stairs and into the bedroom. Mateo took charge initially by pulling Hannes round and kissing him, his hand slipping down feeling his arse. Hannes giggled in the middle of their kiss but the arousal soon took over and he enjoyed the way Mateo was feeling him all over. Going against his nature of wanting to be top, he was happy to let Mateo take control. His reasoning was to see what he was dealing with having heard Tom talk about how passionate Mateo could be. Neither of them felt uncomfortable or nervous, they both wanted this now they were closer after their several dates. Hannes allowed himself to be coaxed on to the bed, slowly and seductively Mateo began removing his clothes and kissing every part of his body that got exposed. Laying their naked Hannes pulled Mateo on the bed and followed on by undressing him and applying the same soft tender kisses. He loved hearing him gasp quickly and softly as he landed each kiss. Mateo leaned up and kissed him and at the same time manoeuvring him on to his stomach. He kissed along his back up towards his neck, the muscles in his body tensing every time Mateo found a spot that Hannes reacted to, he was exploring and seeking out any weak spots in his new boyfriend. Hannes felt his warm breath and lips caressing at his neck, he raised his head turning it slightly about to speak only to be met by Mateo's lips rubbing against his until they parted and kissed. The longer they kissed the harder Mateo ground his hips against his arse. He could feel the excitement and arousal between Mateo's legs rubbing purposefully against him. Hannes couldn't tell what was happening, all he could fathom out was that this Latino lover had subdued him seamlessly in to a submissive desperate state, he was loving every second of it! He knew what was coming and bit down hard on the pillow under him feeling his cock working towards his hole. Mateo kissed the back of his neck and pushed down gently feeling the resistance and tightness of his arse, his precum moistening the lips allowing the head of his cock to slowly prise open his lover. He could feel Hannes tense up and moan in to the pillow before relaxing, taking his time Mateo was in no rush with him and he slowly eased his cock inside little by little. Hannes wriggled his hand finding Mateo's thigh he stroked it lightly, running his fingers along the buttocks. A long slow journey being explored between them until Hannes raised his head feeling the pubic hair against his hole. He felt no pain just a lust and desire for Mateo, locked together and sinking deeper in to a sexual connection. Mateo grimacing as he attempted to hold off from ejaculating, his desire was palpable and he closed his eyes trying to calm his body down. He rested on top of Hannes kissing him delicately on the neck until their eyes locked on to each other forging the sexual connection and affection they clearly held towards each other. His hips slowly and reassuringly began to move in deep caressing strokes, he was in no rush yet the eyes looking back at him showed a seductive adoration. Their warm bodies riding against each other as the minutes passed by, the pants and sensual moans floated softly around the bedroom. Without even needing to speed up or hit home harder Mateo naturally pushed his hips down against Hannes's arse, he moaned loudly grabbing Hannes's hands. He reacted pushing his arse up to meet Mateo's orgasm and turning his head. Mateo kissed him quickly, their lips touching and he let out a moan then kissed Hannes deep and thrusted his hips down harder releasing his seed quick pulsing successions. Hannes half closed his eyes gasping at the sheer power of his thrust and how he could maintain and hold the depth of his penetration reaching the peak of his orgasm, he felt every single contraction that raged from Mateo's cock. His hands moved from clasping to entwinning with Hannes's holding on to him, they kissed and it lasted longer than ever. Unable and not wanting to move Hannes had the most weirdly erotic feeling that seemed to float through his body touching every nerve in such a delicate way that had him trying to process everything that felt new and rejuvenating his soul. Mateo under no illusion that he would now be expected to play bottom carefully extracted his cock and kissed down the length of his back whilst doing so. Hannes kneeled up and they locked eyes on each other, he pulled Mateo closer and kissing him, slowly he began to coerce Mateo to turn around then gently encouraged him to lay on his stomach. He gasped and moaned wildly in an unexpected rush as Hannes assaulted his arse with his tongue. Licking over and over on his hole, prodding and wetting it. The last run of his tongue along his hole and over to his lower backed signified he was ready to engage him in sex. The sweetness of his kisses, the odd nip on his back that got higher and higher as Hannes worked up towards his neck kissing each tattoo the turned him wildly on. He sighed lovingly resting his head back on the bed at the first sign of his cock making contact with his arse. Sweeping gestures like a warning he was on his way excited Mateo, the head finally making contact with his hole, his body leaned forward angling his cock so it pointed downwards against his sweet Latino's hole. In all his patience at wanting to get at Mateo he never once saw the tattoos and only now as he was poised did he look at the randomness of them on his arms. Hannes shook his head and growled causing Mateo to chuckled and look back and up at him. their eyes fixing on each other again he pushed gently watching the expressions on Mateo's face change. First in surprise, then bewilderment and finally sexual greed that timed with him pushing his arse up abruptly. He let out a cry with an open mouthed smile on his face. Hannes slipped it in deeper, slowly but in one steady movement until he could go no further. His body lowered and slipping his arms under Mateo's body to hold him they kissed longingly for each other. He lacked control unlike Mateo and his thrusting automatically went from zero to ten in a few seconds, rapid bursts of energy expelling from his body straight down and into Mateo. And now he found he was desperate for Hannes to fuck him, his arse pushing up meeting each thrust that was rapidly being produced. Mateo moaned several time lifting his head off the bed, his body trapped in the arms of him only added to the sexual anticipation. He was not disappointed, Hannes knew how to deliver and satisfy a man, his head pressed against his own like Hannes had and needed to be closer to him. Managing to turn his head he got what he wanted finding Hannes's mouth, a gentle kiss then Mateo thrusted his tongue in angrily devouring the inside of his mouth. His hand grabbed hold of Hannes's by the neck keeping him in the kiss. Hannes moaned loudly and started pumping so fast that he shot his load, without even stopping during his ejaculation he continued fucking him. His arms closed in tighter around Mateo furiously fucking away, partly he was trying to see how much Mateo could take. Finally he broke away from the kiss and laughed dead weighting the Mexican under him. Mateo laughed realising that Hannes was testing his ability to take cock, without speaking a word panting heavily and giggling away to themselves. Hannes rolled over on to his back breathing heavily and smiling. Mateo leaned up on his elbows and looked at him. He turned to look at him and they both laughed and had a quick kiss. Mateo laid back down on his stomach facing Hannes "That was good" Mateo said sighing contently. He ran a finger over Mateo's back "It was amazing and awesome Mateo" he replied. Mateo ran finger over his lips lovingly "We dating properly then?" he asked. Hannes nodded "Definitely!" he exclaimed softly leaning closer and kissing him, "You staying?". "If you like me to" Mateo replied smiling. Hannes rolled on to his side and pulled Mateo up against him brining Mateo with him. After laying in this position caressing each other with tender fingers movements for some time, Hannes leaned over and turned the lamp off pulling the duvet up and wrapped his arms around Mateo. There was a comfortless that Mateo had never experienced before, he was sure he could feel that his heart was full of love for him. The warmth of their bodies touching soon had them both falling fast asleep. Tom yawned loudly looking over the grounds from his bedroom window, just within sight was the house in Sovereign Row and the protection officers car that Gareth was stepping out of. Unloading several large suitcases these were the last of his things as Gareth had now said good bye to his life in London. Max came out of the house to help carry in another case with Franco's help. Gareth looked around having that feeling he was being watched. His eyes drawn to the palaces west wing and figured it must be Alex waiting for his arrival meaning the return of Max back from the airport. Alex stood at the door watching Tom before walking in "Are you happy he is here?" he asked. Tom jumped and turned his head then smiled "Maybe" he said quietly turning back to watch. Alex joined him "He tried it on with me. So many times" he said putting his hand on his shoulder. Tom chuckled "And did you?" he asked looking curiously at him. "No, not even close. When I met him I met Max and only had eyes for him" Alex said dreamily. "And you found true love in him" Tom said finishing his sentence. "Yes, I knew then he was the one for me" Alex said smiling, "Maybe Gareth floats your boat". Tom glanced and shrugged "Who knows Alex" he replied, "Want to fuck when you man gets back?". Alex moved his hand down over Tom's arse squeezing it "Dam right!" he said grinning. "You are a right Royal tart!" Tom said smirking. Alex laughed "You never complain though when you get me under you" he remarked. Tom sneaked a kiss with Alex "Shall I get Max some food?" he asked. "I don't know. Text him and ask" Alex replied, "I am not doing your job for you!" he laughed. "Err..." Tom said wagging a finger, "It is Mateo's job, I am standing in for him remember". Alex nodded putting his arm around him "You upset about it?" he asked. Tom shrugged "A bit of me is" he replied looking out the window, "The age gap held me back". "Age is but a number Tom. If you love someone it should never play a material part" Alex said. "Everyone is getting hitched, I lost Nick and now Hannes to Mateo" Tom said sadly. "Ah Nick!" Alex cooed lovingly, "Man! Did he know who to make your eyes water" he laughed. Tom nodded "Yeah, amazing body as well" he said, "Marty could do that as well" he added. Alex laughed "He only had to speak and I trembled at the knees" he said causing Tom to laugh. "You never know though, Hannes and Mateo might not be closed off" Alex said giving Tom hope. "Like you and Max?" Tom asked and Alex nodded, "I tell you Hannes is a kinky guy" he added. "Oh!" Alex said looking surprised, "Come on in the suite and have a drink and tell me about it". Tom laughed and followed Alex, he had never divulged what went on between Hannes and him behind the bedroom door, not even to Mateo. He wondered now if Mateo was restrained to the bed then chuckled to himself, he was sure that Mateo would have Hannes restrained, after all he was no push over when it came to sex. By the time Max returned with Franco the found Alex laying on one sofa and Tom on the other laughing. Franco bowed and excused himself leaving the three of them alone. Tom looked up waving his hand "I forgot to text if you wanted any food" he said smiling. Max took his jumper off "I don't want anything to eat. Well apart from you both that is!". "Is he all settled in?" Alex asked without moving and pointing to his lips. Max walked over and kissed him "Yes and he is coming to movie night next week". "Good" Alex said moaning softly as Max worked his hands inside Alex's underwear. "Sex party more like!" Tom remarked, "As Marty will be there for his monthly sex with you both". Alex turned his head looking at Tom "You are no angel baby, bed hopping room to room" he said laughing. Tom chuckled "Tell me do they all bow and say thank you your royal highness afterwards?" he asked. Alex scoffed "Certainly not, they leave out the royal bit" he replied then burst out laughing. Max stood there with his hands on his hips "So who am I getting first?" he asked. They both jumped up off the sofas and dragged Max in to the bedroom who made feeble protests until the door was closed then he picked Alex up dropping him on the bed 'Wait your turn. Your highness' he said making Alex laugh, Max was about to go and free Tom of his clothes but when he turned around he was standing there naked with his cock pointing straight towards him. Tom laughed then pushed Max on the bed jumping him and kissing him madly whilst his other hand reached over undressing Alex who was in fits of laughter. Clothing flew in the air landing on the floor all around the bed, in his excitement Alex made the mistake of rolling over on his stomach to kiss Max and Tom advantage. He pounced on top of Alex and began nudging his cock inside, Alex moaned and tried lifting his head but Max held on and forced him to keep kissing him as Tom finally penetrated deep and began fucking him slowly at first. Alex and Max had learnt that Tom never took long to orgasm, especially with them, he loved their random sporadic hook ups like this. They were in essence his two biggest guilty pleasures in life having grown so close to them over the past months since that night in LA. He was never quiet when he was about to shoot and sure enough within five minutes he body tensed, hips thrusted down hard releasing his load deep inside Alex. Almost ritual like Max knew he was next before they got their turn on him. Slipping out of Alex he was still rock hard and moved over twisting Max on to his stomach. Bracing himself Max giggled and moaned loudly feeling his cock opening his hole and penetrating him. The hand pushing his head down against the mattress to quieten him down, learning from experience that Max could be howler when he was full on fucking him. Alex rolled on to his side watching, he loved being able to see Tom's young body in action and thankful he got it first tonight since Tom usually hung off a bit longer on whoever went second. It was a good fifteen minutes before Tom's body tensed up again then collapsing on top of Max grinding his cock deep inside releasing his second load. Alex commenting that it was a record he held on so long. Whilst Tom was still inside Max allowing his orgasm to subside Alex sneakily moved and laid on top of him crushing Max under them both. Somewhere down below Max was in fits of giggles getting an accidental second fuck from Tom whilst Alex fucked him. Halfway through Tom moaned and Max could feel is cock pulsing again, Alex had started fucking Tom harder which brought him over the edge shooting another load in Max. His actions of clenching his arse as he hit orgasm pulled on Alex's cock that brought him to orgasm shooting inside Tom them collapsing on top. The three of them then burst out laughing as they disentangled themselves from each other. Tom laid in the middle with his arms around both Alex and Max taking it in turn kissing them both. Alex yawned loudly and sat back watching Max fuck Tom. Hardly able to keep his eyes open Alex drifted off as soon as Max was done. They both looked over at Alex and giggled but allowed him to sleep since he had been in official engagements all day. Instead they kissed and fondled each other for a while then Max moved over and cuddled up next to Alex with Tom spooning him from behind.

Yes, absolutely. Fucking awesome feeling to be opened up and wet while fucking a pussy.

Well that's sad. He doesn't have a clue how lucky he'd be to get to fuck you.

I've taken a fucking machine (with 12 inch dildo) for just under 4 and half hours, although I did change position several times and was high on as all fuck on T.

I’ve taken my machine and several different dildos for more than six hours over and over and over again in various positions. Used lots of lube and spun. Always a great time.

Only one way, and that's deep inside... I always push my cock extra deep inside the hole when I shoot so I can deposit my seed well inside the bottom. Especially since many guys go to the bathroom after to push the cum out which is a waste. Most tell me that it's so deep they can't get it out hehe