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Part 6 The next week was rough for me for a couple of reasons. The guys in my dorm definitely heard the guard fucking me. Or more precisely, they’d heard me taking it. Messages started appearing on my door “Fuck me! AH! Fuck me!” And “Give me that big cock!” One day, some of the guys were in the room next to mine and I could hear them fake moaning and yelling “I love that long cock! Let me ride it! Oh! Yeah! That’s so fucking good!” I’d never kept being gay a secret — I was out from the start on campus. But I’d always kept my sex life more private. Now everyone knew I took cock up my ass. That was something I didn’t necessarily want people knowing. On top of their bullshit, I wasn’t feeling well on Monday. I tried to push through it, but ended up leaving class early, despite my best efforts. Fever. Chills. Nausea. I told myself I must have gotten too much sun combined with the hot, muggy weather we’d been having. Certainly didn’t help that the dorms didn’t have A/C, so I couldn’t even get a decent rest. And after a couple days I pushed through it and made it back into class Thursday. Thursday evening it was raining. Campus was not well lit in places making it difficult to go for a good run after dark. I decided to go to the old gym on campus that night to run. There was a decent track on the upper level that overlooked the basketball court. The old gym was a good place to pick up games of basketball, floor hockey, volleyball, and to use the track. It was close to the older dorms where we were being housed this summer. There were a few people shooting hoops, but otherwise the gym was quiet. I had worn my running clothes, so I warmed up watching them play, then started my run on the track. There were a few really cute players, only one who I recognized. That surprised me since the campus isn’t that big, and by the end of the year you’ve seen all the faces. They were around my age. Could be a summer program on campus I hadn’t seen, or maybe some townies coming to play. I put on my headphones and ran for about 45 minutes. Then I needed to pee. I ran down the steps the basement, noting that the basketball court was empty now. The bathrooms are in the far corner of the building, and the hallway was dark except for the red light coming from the EXIT sign. It had the creepy feeling to it. I decided to take one of the headphones out of my ear. At the end of the hallway, around the corner, I could see light coming from the men’s locker room. I stepped inside and up to the urinal. That’s when I heard an odd sound on the other side of the wall. I listened while I was peeing, trying to make out the sound. Finally, when I was done, I went through the half door into the locker area. It was darker here, with just one light in the corner. But the shower room was lit, and that’s where I was hearing the sound. I walked back to the showers, now hearing the water running. The cadence sounded like someone washing themselves, with occasional splashes of water striking the tile floor. I don’t think I’d ever been back in the shower room before – why bother when my own dorm showers are close? I didn’t think anyone used these – maybe faculty or commuter students? I did a casual walk over to the shower side of the locker room, peeking around the corner. The showers were classic for a building this old – a single room set in the back. I didn’t see any partitions or curtains. I’m not sure why, but I decided to go back there. I just felt this tingly sensation across my body that was motivating me. I knew it would look weird if I walked back there fully clothed, so I started stripping down. That was when I noticed a little pile of clothes on the end of a bench. I finished undressing quickly and walked back into the shower area. It was smaller than I expected; eight shower heads in a ten-by-ten space. Very cozy. A guy around my age was standing there. He was a little taller than me, but not by much. An athletic build, but not too muscled – just really nicely defined. He had dark hair and caramel skin tone from head to toe. His long legs looked sculpted, and I couldn’t miss his bubble ass. The poor guy visibly jumped – obviously startled by my walking into the shower. “AHH!” “Sorry,” I apologized. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “I didn’t hear you! I didn’t know anyone else was down here. There’s a security guard who comes in, but you can always hear his radio and keys.” That should have been a clue to me, but it didn’t register in the moment. I was too focused on his face. A week’s worth of beard growth, trimmed short and neat. He had dark brown eyes and curly hair that was razored short on the sides. He was adorable! “Sorry,” was all I could think to say. I turned on a shower and started wetting myself. The water was cool which felt really good. The air down here felt even muggier than upstairs, and I unexpectedly starting feeling more refreshed. We both showered in awkward silence for a minute, nothing but the sound of splashing water in the room. I looked over tentatively. What was I doing? I’m in the basement of the gym, naked in the shower with someone. Now what am I going to do? This isn’t some porn video where he’s going to drop to his knees and blow me. But I was also totally turned on. His legs made me think of a dancer’s, and was was totally captivated by him. “I’m Justin,” I said awkwardly. “I’m Benicio. Most people call me Ben.” An interesting name. “I don’t recognize you. You live on campus?” “No. My mother’s a professor here. I’m visiting her for part of the summer.” We started chatting about ourselves. He was going into his senior year at a university in the Northeast. His parents were divorced and his father returned overseas a few years ago with his company, so he doesn’t see him often. Benicio, it turns out, was his grandfather’s name; he was half Jewish and half Brazilian. We’d been talking for a short time when it occurred to me that Ben was still here and showering. He’d been showering for at least 5 minutes before I came in. My heart started beating a little faster. “What brought you to campus? I saw some guys shooting hoops upstairs.” He laughed and shook his head. “Not me. Ball isn’t really my thing. I was just walking campus tonight.” That struck me as odd. Why did he need to shower if he was just walking on campus? “Do you come down here much?” He asked. I shook my head. “I’ve never been down here before.” The truth was out of my mouth before I thought about it. How do I explain why I came down here? “Didn’t you say you’re living on campus?” Oh oh. “I am.” I didn’t know what else to say. “And this is better than the dorm showers?” “Not really. Just convenient at the moment.” I also realized in that moment that I didn’t have shampoo or a towel with me. Or even a brush to comb my hair after. Nothing to dry off with when I was done. This was stupidly obvious. What was I doing? We continued to shower, silence just hanging there. I think I was on my third time washing myself head to toe using the dispenser on the wall. Benecio had to have done it at least five times. “I’m surprised you’ve never been down here before,” he said. “Why’s that?” “I dunno. Just convenient, I guess.” Another minute of showering in silence. “What brings you down here?” I asked. “I moved here when I was a senior in high school and my mom started teaching here. They let me take a couple college classes that year, so I would come use the library and stuff. I heard about this place from one of the security guards.” Click! “Blonde? Really tall?” I suggested. “Yeah.You know him?” “I met him in the dorm last weekend.” My heart started racing. There was a game going on here, and we were both fishing for something, but afraid to show our cards. Were we talking about the same guy from security. We must be. There weren’t that many security guards on campus, and most were a lot older; the guy from Sunday was definitely younger than most. “You just got hard,” Benicio said. “What?” He nodded toward my body. “You got hard when I asked about the guard.” I looked down. My cock was standing straight out. There was no way to hide it. I stammered, grasping for something to say, and coming up totally empty. Then I noticed Ben was smiling at me, and one hand slid across his own hardon. “You too,” I said. “Yeah.” Silence took over again. We were both standing in the showers, our cocks rock hard, and clearly not knowing what to do next. All sort of scenarios went through my head. But what if I was reading all the signs wrong? “He bring you down here?” Was all I could come up with to ask. “The first time, I mean.” “The first time. And he’s shown up a few times when I’ve come down here. I thought he might show up tonight; I saw him earlier in one of the jeeps.” He turned and his dick swung side to side a little. Benicio was no longer hiding anything. “Did he fuck you?” I asked a bit sheepishly. The room fell quiet again, except for the sound of water. “Yeah,” Ben answered, looking away as he said it. “What about you?” I nodded. “Yeah he did.” That was the final straw for both of us. Benecio took a step toward me, and I closed the space between us. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the short hairs prickle against my fingers. He reached down with one hand and squeezed my cock; the other hand ran up and down my abs. We started exploring each other’s body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He docked the heads of our cocks together; I moaned a little and smiled at him. We’d been avoiding eye contact, but had finally looked up. Benicio had that mix of gentleness in his eyes and a masculine face. Caramel skin with dark hair and a the trim facial hair. I ran a hand under his chin to feel the short hairs. We both leaned in and shared a first kiss. It started slowly with our lips brushing, and then I felt his tongue gently lick my lips. It was hesitant until I responded, tickling his tongue with my own. We pulled each other closer and started making out. [If you’re enjoying this new installment, let me know. Can just click the blue heart or leave a message. I really appreciate all the support for this story!]

Chad’s Collapse into Chaos: Chapter 1 Note: There is a fairly long contextual intro. Jump to the spot with the pictures to get to the action. Chad: 29 5’9” 160lbs, slightly toned, drank and smoked weed occasionally. Has a good job in marketing/communications in sales. Vanilla life, recently heartbroken, and tries drugs and anonymous sex for the first time, while alone after a weekend at a music festival. ----- My life was in shambles. For years I had been with only one guy. We met when I was younger, not even out of the closet. Then again, I felt like I was barely out of the closet now. Still, I spent years with this guy. Our breakup felt sudden. Me? I’m Chad. Grew up in PEI, a relatively simple lower middle class life. Mom was a drunk, Dad left when we were young, but we managed. I grew up fantasizing about guys, but mostly avoiding relationships. As I got older, I went to school for business in a larger city out west and ended up working a few jobs in marketing sales. It was an easy gig. I showed up, acted charming, told the clients what they wanted to hear, and I made enough sales to perform well. In college I met Trevor out at a bar. He was making eyes, I was drunk enough to make eyes back. That lead to a years long relationship were I felt content enough to not dig any deeper. Trev? Clearly he felt different. I caught him cheating. I walked in on him in our apartment on the fringes between suburbs and downtown of the city we lived in. I came home early from work one day when I was feeling a bit off. My mental health sometimes gets the better of me, and this day, I just wasnt feeling it. It was just after lunch when I entered our townhouse. I always entered from the patio doors, as they were usually open, and our back yard was really hidden as the pathway to get to the back ran along the edge of a wall at the end of the townhouses. It emptied out onto a private terrace backed onto a greenway that led up to a highway. It was private. Too private I found out. I was about to walk in when I saw that Trev was blindfolded, leading over counter, while a stranger was jack hammering his ass. Both Trev and the stranger were facing away from me at a diagonal. I could see most of what was happening, but not all of it. I felt sick. Everything swirled and I wasn’t sure what to do. So I stood there. I watched. Trev was acting wild, wilder than he ever did with me. The top was really handsy, grabbing my partner in ways I didn’t know were okay. He slapped him, pulled his hair, and roughly grabbed his neck and choked him. Trev seemed to love it. I felt so conflicted. So shameful. This was nothing like when Trevn and I had sex. I could hear them through the door. The top grunting, Trev groaning, with both of them talking dirty. “You want it?” I could barely pick it out, but I could hear it. “Fuck me daddy, breed me.” I was shocked. Trev was fucking this stranger bare. I couldn’t watch anymore. I started to leave when I heard the top groan. “Fuck yeh, take it. Take my cum!” I nearly tripped over myself getting out of there and heading to my car. I got in, turned it on and drove away slowly. I continued on for a while, finally ending up at a part I used to run at. The entire drive there I was rock hard and leaking. My brain and heart were broken, but my cock and lust were on full blast. Everything swelled. Before I could sense what I was doing, I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I rubbed and rubbed, while I thought about Trev getting fucked raw by a stranger and taking his cum. I fucked him raw, but I was his partner. This was so shocking to me. But it turned me on. I rubbed and suddenly I was cumming through my underwear and pants. I panted, feeling raw, horny, and feral. I also felt confused. As I came to I noticed a car had pulled up next to me and in the driver’s seat a man was sitting there watching me. He winked at me. I felt sick. This entire time the car had been on and in park. I had to go. I left in a hurry, spreading crusher dust and gravel everywhere as I spun out of there. I couldn’t go home, but I didnt know where to go. —-- I drove around for a while before deciding to go to a friend’s. She wasn’t too far away and she was as a friend from home. She took me in, listened to my heartbreak, and told me I could stay as long as I wanted. The same day I broke up with Trev. I did it over the phone, I couldn’t tell him why. I couldn’t even form the words. I just told him I wanted him out of the house and with his things by the end of the week. He didn’t even seem to care, he almost sounded relieved. I knew he was sitting there listening to me while there was cum inside him from another man. Maybe this is what he always wanted. I definitely didn’t want it. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. My friend told me this was “perfect timing”. That she and a few other friends were headed to a music festival in another city for a few days that weekend, and one of her friends couldn’t go anymore so there was an extra vip ticket. I had never been to a music festival and I tried to tell her I just needed to be by myself and recover, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. “Fuck that, you are coming, and we are going to have a great time. You will see!” They had rented an airbnb for 5 days in the downtown core, just a single train ride with a few stops over to the festival. It was hot and I spent most of the weekend drunk and high. I had never partied before, but my friend and company were prepared. They had a party kit with tons of supplies and most of them spent the weekend high on molly. I abstained, only drinking and getting stoned, until the final night of the festival. My friend was persistent. She said it would be a good time and to relax. Fuck it. I dropped some molly. The final night was amazing and surprising. I ended up making eyes at one of the gay guys in the group while dancing at a slow electronic band’s set towards the end of the night. He made eyes back. He took my hand and led me away to an edge, near some hedges, and we made out. We left the festival early and headed to the airbnb where he gave me a deep blowjob that felt like magic. But, just as I came, all I could think about was Trev getting barebacked while wearing a blindfold. I kept picturing myself in the position. Feeling what he felt. I was a top, only having been fingered a few times, including this night while the other guy blew me. I shot deep into his mouth while thinking about getting cock and jizz deep inside my hold. “Holy fuck dude, you shot so much and your ass really clenched onto my finger. You loved it.” Indeed I did, but I also felt a lot of shame. I woke up feeling awful. Friends and company were already packing up. I had driven a few of us here, but most were taking other rides or planes back home to where they lived. I was driving by myself. I had planned on leaving today, but I felt so awful. My friends saw it in my body and face. “Oh Chad, you look rough.” and “Fuck dude, you should sleep it off. We have the airbnb for two more nights. I was going to stay in the city but I can’t cause of work now. It is already paid for. I heard what happened man, you should stay and chill. Go to the spa or something and just relax. Here are the details.” I had already taken two weeks off work because of the breakup, so essentially, I was free. I said yes and as my friends packed up, and headed out. I was in and out of sleep, unsure of myself, feeling awful, and just happy I didnt have to move. Before leaving, my friend came over to say goodbye as I groaned. “Hey Chad, im heading out. This was a great weekend and I am so glad you came and I am even more glad you are staying for a bit. You deserve a break. Get out there, make some friends, meet guys, have fun. I left you some stuff in the kitchen. Have fun!” She leaned over, gave a kiss on the cheek, slapped my ass, and left. I fell asleep. I woke up hours later. The sky was already getting dark, I was starving having not eaten in 30 hours. I was also really horny. I woke up with a raging hard on and instantly thought about the previous nights blowjob and Trevor getting anonymously fucked. My heart started pounding. I rolled out of bed, with my hard on poking through my underwear, catching the corners of things. I had to piss but I was too hard. I walked into the kitchen, thinking about eating, but even though I was hungry, I didnt have the urge to eat. On the table there was a small bag, and a few bottles of rum. She left me quite the surprise. Inside the bag were 2 pills of molly, a few grams of weed and smoking supplies, and a note. “Have fun, be careful, and let loose. You deserve it. Call me if you need anything.” On the back of the note was the instructions for the airbnb. I eyed the weed. It was late, I wasnt going out. So I grabbed the weed, a bottle of rum, and headed to the patio in my underwear. I sat there, thinking about Trevor, the blowjob, and how my life was collapsing around me. I was 28, relatively good looking, had a good job, but I was no single and in the worst kind of possible way. I smoked and took swigs from the bottle as I watched the sunset. I wanted to crawl back into bed, but my hardon kept coming and going. I was getting pretty buzzed. I grabbed my phone, looked at my hard dick leaking through my undies, and downloaded a few hook up apps. I made a quick profile, using this image, with these details: Shynewlysingleguy: 29 years old, toned, 160lbs, vers top I took the pic quickly, setting it up. Why I wanted to show my ass, im not sure. I just kept thinking about how it felt from Trevors perspective. I didnt look at the apps anymore. I decided I needed a shower and as I walked back into the kitchen, I thought about the molly. I really enjoyed last night. I was shocked that I was even having these thoughts, but I was feeling desparate and horny. The “fuck it” mindset was really being pushed along by the weed and the rum. I set down everything, took off my clothes, reached into the bag and grabbed the two pills, and headed for the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror, looking at my body. I looked tired, but nice. I was tanned, and the lack of food and water over the weekend had my body looking so tight. I stared at myself and my cock, cut and pointing up towards my stomach. It was 7inches and average. I was afraid to touch it, feeling like I could cum at any moment. I threw the pills in my mouth, looked at myself directly in the eye, and swallowed. I jumped in the shower and gave myself a deep clean, avoiding touching my cock, but scrubbing everywhere sensually. It felt great. I had felt stoned and a bit drunk and I knew the molly would kick in fast with nothing in my body to stop it. I layed down in the shower letting the water fall on my body. It felt amazing. I laid there touching my body and making my way down to my ass. I lifted my legs and rubbed my hole while thinking of Trevor getting railed. Using soap, I fingered myself and lost track of time. My dick was bouncing and leaking. I could tell I was going to be very high soon so I stopped immediately. No more thinking, no more wishing. I needed to get fucked. I dried off and grabbed the my phone, rum, weed, and a bottle of water and headed to the bedroom, stopped, and turned the other direction. In the basement there was another bedroom, with a separate entrance. This is where I got the blowjob. Both me and the other guy entered this way and something compelled me to head there. If I was going to hook up, this would be the easiest way to do it. I jumped on the bed, pointing my still damp and naked ass towards the door, and opened Grindr. Right away there were messages. Already it was getting hard to function. I was spinning a bit. The molly was kicking in and I felt incredible. I was horny, my dick was rubbing against the sheets I was on. I wasn’t wearing anything and started to feel a bit insecure, but I felt to fuzzy to get up and move. He replied. Whoa. I was staring at the cock in the picture, thinking about the man behind Trevor, who was pounding his ass. Was this what his cock was like? Thick, hard, big mushroom head. Did it feel good? I needed to know. I couldnt bring myself to get fucked bareback. Not yet. I was wanting it so badly, but I just, the thought of a stranger, with the risks involved. I just couldn’t. He didnt reply back. I sat there refreshing the app, looking at other apps, then I got a notification. I had the volume on and the sound almost knocked me over. I opened the app. His message was there. It was then that I knew I needed to get fucked. I typed in the address. I dont know why I said stuff. Was that deliberate? The message took all I had. I was now fully high. I couldn’t write much more. He responded quickly. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. I also felt nervous and I was shaking. I took a big swig of rum, then went for the water bottle but in my highness, I knocked it onto the floor. Fuck. I rolled over and half slipped off the bed to try and find the bottle that had rolled under the bed. As I peaked under the bed, my head upside down and swirling, I nearly fainted. But I saw the bottle and could reach it. It had rolled up against some clothing, something that the guy who blew me must of left behind. I grabbed the water and the clothing. As I rolled back up on to the bed, the bottle and clothing dropped onto my face. The bottle hurt, bouncing and rolling off into the pillow. But the clothes lingered on my face. They smelled raunchy but incredible. I laid there sniffing them not sure what they were. I opened my eyes and lifted them up. They were a jock, and they were covered in white dried cum. I almost passed out. I looked at the clock at the bedside table and it read 10:26. Almost ten minutes. I had been sniffing the jockstrap for almost ten minutes. I was rock hard and leaking, I needed release, but the jock was too good to ignore. I kept thinking about Trevor, seeing him in a blindfold ass up and taking it, and I was about to do the same. This jock was covered in someone else's cum, left behind, with the same of the encounter. Now I held it, the jock and the shame. I pulled down the jock strap and put it on. I rolled over, covered some of my upper body with the sheets, buried my head in the pillows, and waited. I heard the door open. … more to come.

I was in DC last night and I found BB party on grinder It started at 3pm I went not knowing what to expect i got there and a guy collected the 20 dollars and gave me a bag. I took off my clothes put them in bag and went in This night must be all tops to come out. I walked no further than 20 feet and this slender oriental guy was fingering my ass. He had a nice dick. He whispered bareback and shoved it in He came in about 5 minutes I then went to another room lined with mattresses I lay on my stomach I had five guys come over over the next two hours All were tops and all came in my ass The ranged from 22-60. I got six loads in my ass before I left

Part 61 - Prince Maximilian of Monrovia Sam stood by Prince Alden with Nick behind keeping a close eye on them both. He watched his brother chuckling who still looked like a rabbit in headlights, yet there was part of him that was almost as shocked but still full of pride for him. The whole thing seemed bizarre and funny as he looked at his brother, now a prince and married to a prince. "Dam, so my brother is a prince now!" Sam exclaimed then looked at Alden. "Yes he is" Alden replied and smiled watching them. "For real?" Sam asked, "A royal prince" he asked and Alden nodded, "I ain't bowing to him!". The dowager queen chuckled "Protocol dictates you shall" she said, "So are you my new project?". "Granny!" Alden said glancing at her with a smirk, "Leave my friend alone". "Nonsense. Sam you need proper protocol etiquette training and I shall do that" she replied. "Granny why?" Alden said interjecting again. The dowager queen chuckled "Sam take my arm please" she insisted, "Alden, Sam is family now". Alden looked at Sam then laughed nodding his head, the actual idea of Sam being part of the family had completely escaped him. The Sovereign Guards were lined down the steps either side in a guard of honour with swords held aloft in military slute. Alex and Max walked down the steps as each guard bowed their heads until they reached the horse drawn carriage, lowering their swords they now held them at their side waiting for the rest of the royal family to leave. The carriage footman opened the door "Your royal highnesses" he said bowing to them both. Alex stepped in first then Max who still looked stumped "Does it feel weird?" Alex asked. Max shrugged and smiled at him "I don't know what to make of it yet" he replied. Alex smiled and waved to the crowd "We are equals now" he said turning to look at Max. Liam and Franco took their seats in the carriage and the eight sovereign guards on horse back took up position, the crowd cheered as the carriage started a very slow movement for a circle around the plaza before heading down the boulevard back to the palace. The love and affection emanating from the crowd towards them was overwhelming and didn't stop. Max was struggling to figure a lot of this out, yet with the eight Sovereign Guards riding at their sides in guarding mode he suddenly felt the true sense of his life going forward. It was never going to be the same, he is a prince, he is royalty and he has the person he loves more than ever sitting right by him. Alex waved then looked at Max who was staring at him, in a very uncontrollable wave of love Alex pulled Max to him and kissed him long and hard drowning from the roars of cheering from the crowd. Alex broke from the kiss "Bales, once more around the plaza" he instructed the head coachman. "Yes your highness" Bales replied signifying with his hand they were going around again. The crowd erupted again in an even louder cheer realising the carriage was going round again, this caused a hold up on the cathedral steps with the royal and Max's family from getting in to their cars. They didn't mind and watched seeing how the crowd were loving the royal spectacle of the two princes. Finally the carriage made the left turn off the plaza and on to the boulevard heading back towards to the palace, and the fleet of cars and minibuses pulled up to the cathedral steps. Josh walked out in to the fresh warm air with Marty holding hands "Well glad that is over" he said. Marty looked at him "Really?". "All those interviews I had to do talking about the dresses for the royal family" Josh said smiling. Marty chuckled "Almost as famous as Max now" he said squeezing his hand. Josh laughed "Prince Maximilian if you don't mind" he said giggling and giving him a cheeky kiss. Tom walked up behind them "You two next" he said grinning with Artem arriving at his side. Marty turned around and noticed Artem "You dating Franco or what?" he asked straight out. Artem smiled "Maybe" he said then looked at Josh, "Tom is right about you two" he said. Josh chuckled "Suppose so. But you are pretty fit Artem. I would do you in an instant" he said. Tom laughed as Gareth stood now arrived "What are you laughing at?" Gareth asked. Tom grinned "Hello boyfriend" he replied looking all weird, "That feels strange saying that". Gareth smiled "Sweet little thing aren't you" he said, "Cocky and self assured though". Tom shrugged looking at him "Little! Shut up and get in the bus" he said to Gareth smiling. In the household lounge the senior footman followed the instructions Jackson left him and updated the protocol board that was in force with immediate effect. The two changes were reeled off to the heads of department to instruct all their teams. The senior footman walked over to the board and under the picture of Max he changed the Protocol Address Initial from Sir to Your Royal Highness, Secondary was changed from Sir to Your Highness. Protocol Formality Initial was changed from Head bow/nod to Full bow/curtsy, Secondary changed from Head bow/nod to acknowledge to Full bow/curtsy. The addition of Franco as his protection officer and Tom and Mateo as Valet to both princes along with Artem in his new role of Private Secretary to them both with Mateo as Assistant. The carriage slowed until it came to a full stop under the sunshine of the Monrovian sky. Liam and Franco stepped down and helped each prince down. Walking up the steps to the large doors of the palaces main entrance the sovereign guards bowing and the footmen inside opened the doors. Inside the household staff stood in a line applauding and bowing as they walked along the large entrance hall and into the long gallery leading to the residence doors at the far end, there they proceed towards the formal lounge and await the arrival of the rest of the family, importantly a few minutes peace and quiet. The footman entered the lounge bringing them both some chilled water. "Is there anything else I can get your highnesses?" he asked. Alex shook his head "No that is all, thank you" he replied, "Walk away" he added softly. The footman bowed and left the room "How are you, I know that was a little unexpected?" Alex asked. "Did you know?" Max replied looking at Alex who shook his head, "He made me a prince" he said. Alex leaned over and kissed him "It only means people now have to bow properly" he informed Max. Max leaned back on the sofa sighing "And call me a highness" he added then burst out laughing. The doors to the lounge opened and the king and queen entered having been in the first car. They both stood and Alex kissed his father on each cheek then bowed his head and did the same to his mother. Max unsure what he was suppose to do now until the king informed him that as a prince the protocol was to kiss on each cheek then bow your head. He did exactly that and noticed Alex was now in conversation with his father. The queen took Max's arm "Let's walk outside for a moment" she said guiding him outside. Max fingered the collar of his tunic "My god these are uncomfortable" he said. The queen smiled "Alden always complains about them" she replied, "You will get use to it". "I didn't quite expect to exit as a prince" Max now said still bewildered by the whole thing. "You are lucky Max" the queen said, "I had no choice and knew what I was marrying into". Max looked at her "Marrying the crown prince you get the title by default" she said. "I suppose you had time to figure it out a bit" Max said as they sat on a bench. The queen nodded "Even before we married I was trained hard and solidly for months" she added. "To be the perfect princess and queen in waiting" Max guess and she nodded. "It will fit in to place soon enough Max and you will feel normal eventually" the queen told him. "Normal!" Max exclaimed laughing then going quiet, "I still feel like an outsider" he remarked. The queen chuckled "I am still an outsider Max, in fact every one is except one person". Max looked at her all confused "What do you mean?" he asked. "There is only one person who matters, the monarch. He is the only one on the inside" she explained. "But you are a queen" Max replied sounding more unsure now. "By title Max" the queen said, "The king is the only one who matters, we are all outsiders". "Even Alex and Alden?" Max asked staring at Alex and the king through the windows. "Yes" she replied, "Even the dowager is still an outsider in those terms". Max nodded "Ultimately the king is the one who dictates and decides, with my help" she added. "I never looked at it like that, you hear royalty and assume it is all fluffy and nice" Max said. The queen smiled and stood "That is the beauty of royalty Max. Making it look good". Max smiled "But you make a really good job of being queen" he told her. The queen laughed "Suppose so. But never forget you are always one step behind, even with Alex". "I know" Max replied, "Blood line and all that" he said waving his hand casually in the air. "Exactly, blood royals are always first, us mere mortals go last" she said laughing. Max stood holding his arm out "You are going to fit in perfectly" she said smiling and taking it. By the time they walked back in to the lounge the rest of their families had arrived back and were enjoying a quick refreshing drink before they needed to be in the state banquet hall for the wedding breakfast. It was like his parents had been briefed on the protocol as they both came over to congratulate Alex and Max, kissing them both of each cheek then his father bowed his head and his mother performed her bob. A moment that was incredibly weird for Max seeing his parents bowing and curtseying to him before starting casual conversation. Max excused himself quickly to use the bathroom across the hallway from the formal lounge. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror almost brought a tear to his eye seeing all the formal decorations on his tunic properly for the first time. Composing himself he walked across to the doors where the two footmen bowed 'Your Royal Highness' they both said opening the doors for him. A tingle ran up his spine being addressed this way, the head bow was more pronounced and the words he heard were purposely directed at him this time being alone as he entered the formal lounge. First on the agenda before the banquet was the formal wedding photographs in the throne room and a chance to get a photo with both families. With the first of the banquets over Alex and Max mingled with the guests as the numbers slowly dwindled down until only a few non royal guests remained. Liam and Franco never far behind kept a close watch on their princes. At least they had a few hours before the evening reception would take place and also allowed them a chance to enjoy themselves as it was casual. It was the reception for the household staff to celebrate the union along with all the guests in the palace. Despite the so called casualness the Monrovian royal family would still attend in non-state dress. This meant blue tunics for Alex and Max and yet more photo calls before hand. Artem though still had a pile of work to get through and caught Alex and Max asking them for an hour of their time to finalise some arrangements for the next two months. Artem was actually surprised that Alex didn't kick off and was grateful for the little distraction and do something normal for a change. It didn't take long to get through the diary and Max found that he was attending almost half of Alex's engagements. "So how does it feel Max?" Artem asked looking up from the diary he was writing in. "I expect you mean about being a prince?" Max asked and Artem nodded, "I am still Max" he replied. Artem smiled "It was a lovely ceremony and reception" he said then scribbled more notes. "Are we done yet?" Alex asked interrupting them, "Only I am getting bored and fancy a walk". "Couple more engagements" Artem advised him as Franco appeared at the door. Max turned his head "What's up Franco, do we have to be somewhere?" he asked looking confused. "Who said I was here for you!" Franco remarked and Alex looked over at Artem. Franco chuckled "I have come to take Artem for a drink in the household lounge". "I am busy" Artem replied blushing slightly. "We can finish this off tomorrow" Alex said standing and Artem knew the meeting was over. Artem stood and bowed "Your highnesses" he said then looked at Franco who leaned against the wall. "Don't keep me waiting Artem!" Franco demanded, "I haven't got all day" he said smirking. "What is is with every one being so demanding!" Artem complained as he walked over to Franco. Alex scoffed "You are just as bad Artem!" he remarked then laughed dragging Max out of the office. Franco smiled "Want a kiss?" he asked, "If I am not too demanding" he added with a grin. Artem walked up to Franco and kissed him softly "Are we going then?" he asked, "I need a coffee". Alex and Max both looked at each other and smiled heading back to their bedroom to shower and change in to the blue tunics for this evening. Whilst waiting they watched the recap of the wedding on the TV. It had certainly appeared to have been well received and the crowds were still partying along the boulevard and plaza, a large crowd had now descended by the palace gates enjoying their picnics on the large park area outside to feel more apart of this historical day that had put Monrovia in the spotlight. The evening events started and the fanfare blasted out in the state banquet hall announcing the arrival of the monarch and royal family. In an unusual precedence Alex and Max were last to enter the banquet hall, stopping to greet each member of the household personally before the sumptuous buffet then the band playing allowing for a more traditional type of wedding. A special cherry and almond stollen wedding cake had been along with the Monrovian traditional wedding cake made by the palaces executive chef. By late evening Franco was having to prop Sam and Alden up whilst Nick just watched laughing, every one had indeed let their hair down to enjoy the relaxed evening. Shortly after midnight things began to wind down as people made their way back to their hotels or rooms in the palace. The quietness prevailed around the Regency suite, the pad was quiet since Alex and Max had literally collapsed on the bed half dressed, collapsed and exhausted they just wanted to sleep. Artem closed the door to the lounge of the pad and walked down the corridor to his apartment just as Franco appeared standing at the door to his. He stepped out in front of Artem and held his hand out giggling as Artem did a quick look around, still he acted like he was scared to be caught in the act. Without a word between them, Artem took Franco's hand and allowed himself to be guided in to inside where Franco closed the door. Still holding hands Artem was guided to the bedroom off the intimate lounge where Franco finally let go and closed the door. He turned to Face Artem who looked back at him nervously, taking a few steps towards Artem he stopped then leaned forward allowing his lips to brush against Artem's several times. Each moment that went by Artem felt the temperature in his body rising, their lips danced together in a ritual of teasing and testing each other until he finally locked them against Franco's and kissed him deeply. Franco ran his hand through Artem's hair then holding the back of his neck he began to return to the kiss pushing Artem's tongue back in to his mouth and taking control. Franco chuckled as Artem had began undressing him without realising he was doing it. Artem stopped and apologised but Franco grabbed his hands to placed them back to where Artem had got to, softly telling him to finish what he had started. The ever so serious Artem was showing his sensual side now as he slowly kissed Franco whilst his fingers moved freeing Franco of his clothes and decency standing there almost naked. Franco pulled Artem forward wrapping his arms around his back and kissing him with heated passion, his hands slipped down grabbing hold of Artem's arse. He raised himself up on tip toes feeling the hands deliberately squeezing and rubbing his arse cheeks, slowly they worked around undoing his button and zipper. Artem felt the cool air meeting his legs as his trousers dropped to his ankles. There was less patience with Franco who moved quickly getting him undressed, his hands once again moved around and lower, this time slipping inside his underwear and touching the bare skin of his arse. Artem moaned and heaved softly pushing his body up closer against him, the hardness of his erection was easy to feel. Distinctly he rubbed his cock against Franco's and found himself being eased backwards until he was laying on the bed. His eyes taking in the sight of Franco's body looming above him in the subtle glow of the bedroom lighting. Finally Artem knew without a shadow of doubt that admiring the male body was doing crazy things to him internally. His hands faltered at first but eventually he found the courage to tease Franco's underwear down, his fingers brushed against his cock that sprang from its release with an urgent desperation. He looked up and their eyes met, the signs of any reluctance had vanished from Artem's eyes. Carefully he climbed on the bed gulping as he tried to stem his own nerves and eventually laying next to Artem, his fingers softly touching all over Artem until they moved together and kissed. Small desperate please emitting from Artem as he felt his head being pushed down slightly, taking the hint he began kissing Franco's body that responded to every contact his lips made. Gently his head was pushed down further, he half expected Artem to resist initially. Artem just looked up at him and kissed his abdomen, his hand guiding him lower until he began kissing the hard shaft of his cock. Artem worried he wouldn't know what to do let his instinct take over, tenderly he kissed adding a frequent lick of his tongue. Above him on the bed Franco let out soft moans as his fingers played with Artem's hair, no longer did he push, he simply let Artem enjoy himself. Artem progressed and trying not to be eager which was hard, he was finding it more and more intoxicating. Part of him was urging Franco to guide him purposefully and dictate what he wanted, 'I won't last' Franco muttered in between short gasps 'take it' he whispered urging Artem on. The slimly trickle of precum leaving a smear across his stomach and Artem caught a taste of it. As weird as it tasted to him, it sent his senses into overload and strangely he knew what to do, his tongue circled around the tip of his foreskin just covering the head of Franco's cock, his lips moved around the head pushing the foreskin back and getting his first real taste of Franco. Instantly his own cock hardened fully like it was going to orgasm right now. His mouth felt the hefty and thick cock in his mouth. He felt Franco's hand beginning to guide him and he slowly worked his cock with tiny amounts of pressure. It was just enough to tease and cause Franco to push his hips up several times whispering Artem's name between his gasps and moans. Feeling a sense of accomplishment Artem sunk his mouth lower taking more cock in his mouth until the sheer hardness met the back of his throat causing him to splutter and cough. Franco gasped and pushed his hips up again rapidly 'fuck' he cried releasing his load in quick jerks filling Artem's mouth. Instantly Artem pulled his head back, his mouth open drippling cum back on to Franco, his cock still firing ribbons of his seed in to the air. A wave of sickness taking over him as he could feel and taste the remnants of Franco's cum in his mouth. Through this he watched Franco through his orgasm, his hand slipped down to his cock grabbing hold of it as it began pulsing. The sight of Franco causing Artem to shoot his load over Franco's cock and stomach. The feelings in his body almost bringing him to tears as he looked down at Franco, in his head there was no question he loved this man unconditionally. It took a moment for Artem to realise that Franco was looking up at him smiling with this hands clasped behind his head, wondering what Artem was thinking with is weird expression. Artem made eye contact with Franco coming back down from a lovers high, he smiled running his fingers along Franco's body then laid down next to him. Their eyes said it all and Franco pulled Artem over until he was laying on to of him, his arms holding him close. The squelching of the cum rubbing against both of their bodies caused Artem laugh somewhere between fun and disgust. In this one quick fifteen minutes a lot of questions were answered, was it any different being with a man and the answer was in their arms. With a sense of happiness sleep came to them both quickly. The final day of official celebrations came around and Max now stood in the throne room with his royal family. Adorned in his official black tunic and decorations as Prince Maximilian of Monrovia, unknown to him was the final part of his induction as a full royal. The throne room laid out with seating for the short ceremony then a photo call and finally the last full state banquet marking the end of the celebrations. By now Max had learnt to go with the flow when he saw the archbishop arriving dressed in his religious robes, the royal family of Monrovia wearing full royal attire including crowns and tiaras. Guided to take the lower step on the throne podium the footman began announcing each royal guest, they came up to the podium acknowledging the king and queen then addressing Max as his royal highness and bowing or curtsying before taking their seats. His feet beginning to ache as royal after royal was presented then the full entourage of Monrovian ambassadors from around the world then lastly the government officials. Max watched as his parents and brother were now inducted and given titles of Count and Countess of Valeoir. Sam was afforded the title Viscount Westwood-Lymm, Private Secretary to the Crown Prince. The archbishop now walked over to Max "Royal Majesties and highnesses, dignitaries and guests please stand for the crowning of his His Royal Highness Prince Maximilian" he announced as the entire room stood. The king walked over with a large box and opened it for the archbishop, carefully he took out the gold crown adorned with the Monrovian shield, royal insignia with a purple cap on the inside, the crown inlaid with jewels of diamonds and the brightest blue sapphires. Max almost giggled catching the queen's eye who winked, he remembered their conversation about preferring sapphires as gem stones. The archbishop held the crown above Max's head "By the crowning of Prince Maximilian of Monrovia thou shalt be duty bound to serve as a subject to the Sovereign and crown and retain the dignity royal afforded to you on this day". He lowered the crown on to Max's head as the crowd now chanted "God save the king" three times then applauded. His final act was now complete. Max was now a crowned royal and he stepped back next to Alex as the Monrovian national anthem was played bringing the ceremony to a conclusion. "You look like a royal knob head with that crown on" Alex said discreetly to Max. Max smirked holding his giggle "You are fine one to talk" he remarked, "Are you happy?" he asked. Alex nodded "Very. Being the spare is turning out to be alright" he said. Max smiled and gave Alex a cheeky kiss in front of all the guests who cooed seeing them in that moment. The king smiled and glanced over to Liam nodding his head in appreciation at a job well done at looking after his son Prince Alexander.

Hi, my name is Jax, when this all started, I was a cuck who thought he was a stag, I had started inviting other guys over to fuck my girl with them but after the first two I suddenly was excluded from the fun as the third guy tied me up and made me watch. He then wiped his cummy dick all over my face once he pulled off the condom. For the first six months Jane wore condoms, until one of our regulars who loves to tie me up came in her one night. He untied me and made me eat the cum out of her pussy. I hated it when I started but ended up Cumming from the experience as I make Jane cum in the process. It make me shot my load as I jacked off. David the bull patted me on the head and told he knew that was what I was after all along. David would be in town every other week since he traveled, that wee he was over a lot and he bred Jane and would untie me and the process would repeat itself. He would whisper in my ear as I ate him out of her, you love to taste of my manhood, don’t you little fag. This would make me shake my head but never stop eating his cum out of her. Eventually I stopped shaking my head when he would whisper it in my ear. That only encouraged him to tell me what a good little fag I was. One night he kissed my neck while I was eating him out of her, it sent shock waves through me. He could tell I liked it. I was in my jock, and he began to rub my hole, it make me tingle all over, I began to moan into her pussy. He leaned down and said, fag loves his hole played with. Hit me up tomorrow morning, just you. He then got dressed and left. I had his number; I was the one who always set these up. I text him in the morning and he responded straight away. Fag, ready for your real training? I hesitated but answered yes. When I ask you, something answer me faggot! I said yes sir. Good Fag boy, call into work you will not be working today. Clean out, put your jock on, be at this address at 9AM. It was now 7:30, my girl was leaving for work, and I kissed her good by and headed to the shower and cleaned out David the Bull had told me too, I was totally nervous but also excited. Something about it being a secret and [banned word] make me rock hard when I thought about him, and I could almost taste his cum. I called into work and headed toward the address. When I arrived it was a hotel, I text to make sure I was at the right place and he just text back a number. The text read, “room 202, when you enter undress except for your jock, I should not see your dick, get on all fours on the bed and put your blindfold on. I sat in the car and thought that I should turn around. A minute later a text, “Fag, you better be in the room soon or your girlfriend will get this text.” I got out of the car and headed upstairs to the room and the door was ajar, I entered and undressed and got up on the bed and put the blindfold on as instructed. I was so nervous but also excited. The next thing I felt was my jock being pulled to the side and my dick placed in some plastic tube it felt like. Then a snap. My pouch was replaced, and hands spread my ass and began to eat my hole. Fuck, I could not believe David was eating my hole. I began to moan, and my dick started to hurt in this tube. I put my hand to my pouch and felt and it was a fucking cage. He caged my dick. My arm was pulled away and put behind my back and I was pushed to the bed. My chest and face flat, David grabbed my other arm and pulled it back and zip tied it. I said OKAY, that is too much, please let me out. Hands grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up and a pillow was placed under my check and quickly a ball gag was placed in my mouth as I screamed for help. You stupid faggot a voice said, it was not David. I tried to roll away, but the guy grabbed me and slapped my head. Fucking fag don’t make me tie you up completely. He slapped my ass and told me to spread my legs. I loved my knees, he then said, that a good fag. He dove back in and ate my hole for another ten minutes. Honestly, I fucking loved it. I have never felt anything like that. I began to press my as back into his tongue and he tongue fucked me. He stopped and my hole felt empty, and I hoped he would come back. He did and told me to spread them further, I thought he wanted me to spread them so he could get his tongue deeper in me. I felt metal and soon realized he was fastening my legs to something metal. I tried to move but it was too late I was already fastened. He tied it to the underside of the bed and another rope to the headboard. I could not see that, but he fished it under me, so I knew that is what he was doing. I was now tied to the bed, no where to go and a man I had no clue what he looked like. His hand caressed my ass, and his fingers found my hole and rubbed on it. That felt good, his hands seem big. He spit on my hole, and I felt his finger slide inside me. I tried to pull away but there was no where to go. He spit again and worked his finger in deeper. It did not hurt until the second, He shoved them in and twisted them around. Nice is all he said as I groaned and tried to form works into the ball gag. I have me a Virgin fag. This is going to be fun. I then felt the bed move, legs beside my feet and then a firm large pressure on my ass hole and suddenly sharp pain as my hole started to give way to his huge dick. The pressure continued and the pain almost made me pass out, His head finally popped through, and he Slapped my ass. Fucking whore, open that cunt. The slap jarred me, and he was able to push another inch inside me. He started to pull out and seemed disappointed. Fucking tight fag, you are going to make me get some lube. A minute later he lubed up my hole and slide two fingers and then three inside me pushing them deep. It hurt like fuck. He pulled his fingers out and pressed his big dick against my hole and pressed and slide inside me. Three inches in and it started to feel like he was tearing me open. He pressed and soon he was balls deep inside me. I screamed but he just laughed as he said, fucking little fag, this is what you were begging for. He began to slow fuck me and my hole started to give in. Ten minutes in, I began to moan and he was making all starting to breath heavy and soon he grunted loudly and shot his load inside me. I was repulsed, turned on and wishing I could taste it all at the same time. He cleaned up, he then rubbed my back and told me I would get better at it. He thanked me and walked away, then I heard the door open and close. What the fuck I though, how am I going to get out of here. I heard the door and thought, good he is back. I felt hands again, finger rubbed my wet hole. Lips kissed my ass as his fingers slid inside me. He slide a finger inside me and then another. He went much deeper; I could tell it was not the same guy. He fingered me and I started to moan. He pulled his fingers out and pressed his dick against my hole and he slide in and bottomed out. He was not as thick as the first guy, he fucked me for five minutes and shot his load. He apologized he shot so quickly, he said I was just to fucking hot. He soon walked to the door, he opened it and said, he is right there. I soon felt the bed move and some lube being poured on my hole, then pressing hard, fuck this guy was bigger than the first guy. He started saying, fucking sweet pussy, so fucking wet. He pressed deep and made it as deep as the first guy but kept pushing deeper. Open that Cunt boy, he barked. He slapped my ass wise super hard. He pulled back and slammed into me three time and I heard and felt something pop. Finally fuck stick you gave me your second ring. My hole was making noise as he fucked me deep, I could feel him so deep inside me. He kept hitting my prostate and before I knew it I was cumming in the cage that had been put on me. He laughed and said, there is the first orgasm. What a fucking whore, loves big anonymous dick in his hole. He unfastened the ball gag, he sped, and the moans continued and before I knew it I was cumming again. In all he made me shoot three times before he came inside me. The blindfold was pulled off and Rope under me released. He pulled my head up saying clean it fag. He had me orally service him and clean his huge dick and fucked my throat for twenty minutes and then shot his load in my mouth. He told me to swallow it, I gladly swallowed his load. Once I swallowed his load, he grabbed my face and had me look up at him. This man was tall at least 6’3 with a great body, huge dick, average looking face but pretty eyes. He said, you are now my boy, open your mouth he instructed. He spat in my mouth and told me to swallow it. He then got on the bed and lifted his legs and told me to eat his hole. I made my way over, spread his checks and put my tongue out and licked his hole. He grabbed my head and pushed me in, it is not a fucking cone tongue my fucking hole. I ate his hole, he seemed to like it. He removed his hand; I could tell he was texting. There was a knock at the door. He rolled over and off the bed, then he pushed my head down on the bed into a pillow saying stay the fuck there. I did and he greeted a guy at the door. The man said, is this him? The guy using me said, yes. He does not look like much, but he will serve you. Then I heard, do you want his ass or mouth. The guy who just entered said, give me his mouth first. Just then my head was slapped, and he said you heard the man, get over and suck his dick. I turned around and there was a man in his late 40’s balding, beard, muscled in joggers and a t-shirt. I crawled over on my knees and started to feel his dick. He had a thick dick, it grew quickly. He pulled his joggers down and his dick hit me in the face. I grabbed it and he slapped my hand. No hands he said. I opened my mouth and took the head in my mouth. I started to suck dick, he put his hand on my head and said, if you ever fucking touch me again, I will beat the shit out of you. I am only her for your holes. I paused but he smacked my head as he said, no teeth either. I sucked him as he pulled me onto his dick. I would gag and pull off and try not to look my balance. He fucked my throat for ten minutes and choked me with his dick. I really had no idea how much more I could take. He then pulled out and said, your ass! Nothing more, I got up, got on all four and he pushed his big dick inside me. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, piston fucking me making me whimper and moan. He stopped, his dick still inside me. He grabbed one of the ropes from before and tied it in a noose around my neck and choked me while he fucked me. I gasped for air and then I could not breath and I swear I passed out. He would release it and I gasped, and he would choke me out again, He did this four time and on that four time he shot his load inside me. He let go of the noose, pulled out and cleaned up and left without saying a word. I hard the guy who opened the door say, I am now your owner. I will be back in town Friday night and over the weekend. You should be ready to be used. I did not say anything, he slapped my head again and I said, Yes Sir. Good fag, now get dressed and get out of here. I have things to do today. I did as he instructed, I got dressed. He was in the bathroom so I could not even clean up. I took off the cage, I slid my pants on, my hole was so full of cum. Once I dressed, I opened the door and headed to the elevator and downstairs. I tried to find a bathroom to let this cum out, but it was full, and I needed to get home. I ordered an uber and waited out front. The man who had just fucked me and coked me came up to me. He told me to give him my phone. He called his number and said, I will text you in the next couple days when I need to unload. You better make yourself available. I said I would, he reminded me I should not speak but listen. Don’t make that mistake again. My uber arrived, I got in but the guy was standing across the drive looking at me. He made a noose symbol as I drove off. Fuck this guy scared me. I drove and before I got home, he had text. It read, “fag whore, you have my cum inside you. Leave it in you.” Then he send and address date and time. Holy fuck, two days from now. No fucking way. I got home, I looked in the mirror and I had rope burns on my neck. I quickly showered and put on a shirt to cover them. My girl got home, and she asked me about work, and I told her how much it sucked but I was glad it was over. We made small talk and she shared that David had text that he had a buddy in town and wanted to know if we are both up for some fun. She said, can we please? I asked her when and she said tomorrow night. She said, I really want to. I agreed and she text David that we were on. David, text me this, “Fag, I hear you had a great time tonight. Your girl wants to real dicks tomorrow, you can let her have them right, you had a ton today.” Holy fuck, I was pissed. He got me into today and now he was whoring out my girl. She kissed and told me she loved me and could not wait for tomorrow. I had trouble staying asleep, my ass was so sore, and I kept dreaming about all the dick from today. I woke up in the morning and showered and let loose of all the cum and went into work early. My lunch, I was feeling horny. I needed to taste cum, I had never had a craving for it. I tried to convince myself I could wait for David’s, but I started to worry that maybe with his buddy I would not be allowed to eat her cum out until after they left. I search online and went to a gay site to find a glory hole. It took me a minute, but I found one ten blocks from work. I went downstairs and drove to the spot, it looked pretty run down. I saw a guy in a suit walk in and I got out and followed him. He had gotten his change already and walked into the back area. I did the same. I had no idea a place like this existed. I went into a booth and then another, no glory hole but the third one had one. I checked the four and it had two. I sat in that booth. I waited and then I heard the door next to me on the right open, no change but soon a dick slipped trough the hole. It was soft but lone. I lifted it and began to suck it. I could hear the guy moaning, his dick got big. Had to be ten inches. I sucked him and deep throated him and really wanted his cum. He pulled his dick back, I was so disappointed. He fished some poppers through. I hit them, then he slide a bottom of lube through and said, show me your ass. I really did not want to get fucked but I stood up and dropped my dress pants, pulled my underwear down and lubed up my hole and slide a finger inside me. I then slide the lube through and hit the poppers. He reached in and pulled me back to the hole, his dick pressed and hit my hole and I bent forward and spread my cheeks and his dick spread my ass lips and the head passed my ring. He pressed and soon he was halfway inside me. He pulled out and pressed, then again and soon had most of his dick inside me. He said, tight pussy. I then heard the door open, again no money so no light but another dick slide through. It was half hard and grabbed it and sucked it. The guy was uncut, he had a nice but skinny dick and he leaked cum like crazy. It tasted so good. The guy behind me was fucking me like crazy. It started to hurt. The guy pulled out who I was sucking and leaned in and fed me poppers. That helped a lot, he stood up and slide his cock back through and I sucked him for five more minutes and he shot in my mouth, his cum tasted so sweet. I was just about to pull off and suck the guy fucking me when he shoved inside me, and his dick pulsed, and he shot six ropes inside me. He pulled out and he soon disappeared. I stood there; my dick rock hard. I had pulled my underwear and pants up when I heard the door on the left. Just as I buttoned my pants, I saw a light go on next door. I could see it was the guy in the suit with the expensive shoes. I sat down, he stood there, I leaned forward, and he had his dick out. Beautiful fat 8 or so uncut. I got up and bent down and watched him jack it with his left hand, he turned and jacked it right at the hole. I put my tongue out and licked the precum off his head. He pressed it in, and I sucked the head for him. He seemed to like that as I swirled my tongue around the head under his foreskin. He let me suck him for a while and then pulled out and tucked his dick away and got down and whispered for me to follow him. He opened the door and I stood up and a few seconds later, I opened mine. When I headed out, the good-looking guy was at a board and he wrote the number four, then put a double line under it and a double line vertically. I had not seen it when I walked in and the rule at the bottom showed a double line horizontal like an equal sign meant fucks bare, double line vertical head bare. He then turned and pointed to number 4, I walked into it, and he followed. It has a big hole in it. He entered shortly after and locked the door. He told me to drop my pants, I did, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his underwear just under his balls. He grabbed my ass and fled my hole. He could feel I was wet from cum, nice is all he said as he pushed my ass back against the large opening. He then fed me poppers before pushing me down to suck his big dick. Less than a minute later I hard the door, felt fingers on my ass and my cheeks being pulled apart as a tongue licked my cummy hole. Fuck, his tongue felt so good. I moaned on the guys big uncut dick. This went on for two minutes and then the guy pulled off, I felt fingers at my hole. The hot guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and fed me poppers and soon I had a huge dick pressed against my hole and it slowly began to slide inside me. He was stretching my hole and it felt amazing. He was so slow at entering me making me feel it and opening me up so gradually. Then I felt his pubes, my guy fed me poppers and then the guy started to withdraw and begin to slowly fuck my hole. The guy in my booth leaned down as he said, that is fucking hot. You are taking a big dick, I can tell. He is fucking you bareback, isn’t he? I nodded, wow. You are such a hot little slut. He leaned down and told me to open my mouth, as I did, he spit inside me while he rubbed my chest. He worked his hand down to the hold and felt under me and the huge dick going inside me. He whispered in my ear; he is going to breed you dude. Anonymous cock is going to fucking load you up. Tell me you want his cum…. He gently slapped my face, I said, I want his cum. Good boy he said, then he tapped on the wall and a minute or two later the guy said, I’m cumming and he shot his load in my ass. The guy stayed inside me, and I began to pull off and the guy in my both pushed me back on the wall as he said, that is rude. Let him stay in you boy, you begged him for his cum. The guy slowly withdrew, and I was sucking on this big cock again. I heard the door open and close and then open again. The guy did not eat my hole, he instead spread my ass cheeks and pressed his dick against my hole after spitting on it and slide into me. He was long but thin. He hit my second ring, he fucked me hard for a few minutes and popped through. It felt amazing. He fucked me for five minutes like that, the guy in my booth just whispered what a hot slut I was and before long the guy slide all the way inside me and shot his load. He pulled out a second later and soon I hard the door. He pulled out his phone and text as the door opened and I heard the text in the next room. He said, my friend is here. You will love his big dick. I felt some material loop around my right leg and then my left and then pressure. I tried to pull away and I could not. The guy in my booth pulled my hand behind my back and tied them with a zip cord he had in his pocket. I then felt fingers inside me. Two and then three, He had four fingers inside me and I could do nothing but moan. The guy fed me poppers and the guy behind me worked his fingers inside me left and write and soon he was opening me up . I began to shake, I had felt this feeling before but his hand was so huge. The guy in my booth fed me poppers and tried to keep me from being too loud. He finally covered my mouth and tapped the wall and the guys fist pressed hard and passed my ring. There I was, in a booth against a hole in a wall and a fist in my ass. The guy was good, and it felt amazing, but it hurt like fuck when he pulled out. He clearly had a glove on because I hard him clean me up and untied me and the guy in my booth said, get dressed, you are coming with us. I got dressed and followed them out. His friend was 6’6 and 200 pounds solid and I could not help but look at his hands and they were huge. I could not believe one of them got inside me. It was a few blocks away, an older apartment. We walked up to the second floor and into unit b. The guy from the booth told me to undress, I did, and the tall, beautiful blond grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom and pulled off his clothes revealing a huge dick on him. Had to be 8 inches soft. I bend over and began to suck his dick, he got hard straight away. He pulled me off and led me to the bed, laid down and had me straddle his dick, at least a foot by now. He lubed up his dick and hole and slide his dick in my freshly fisted hole. He slide inside me easily but got some resistance eight inches In. He was supper thick. I stayed there and the guy from the booth and gotten naked and he was now pressing against my hole beside that huge dick. He blonde guy pulled me forward and the suit guy pressed hard, and he soon was in my hole and they were fucking me while I screamed and begged them to go slower. That big hand on my mouth made it hard to breath. They fucked me for ten minutes before the pain went away. The hot man pulled his hand off my mouth and said, that’s not bad is it. Ten minutes later the suit guy shot his load inside me and pulled out and disappeared without a word and I hard the door five minutes later. The real fucking began as he brutally slammed into me and broke through my second ring. This time it did not feel as good and hurt. He pressed hard and he was all the way inside me. He held me there and said fuck under his breath. Then he said, you are only the second guy ever to take me this deep. He fucked me for ten minutes and then turned me on my said and fucked me for another ten and shot inside me. He let it go soft and it slide out and he lubed up my and his fist and fingered my hole and worked his fist inside me again. I could only moan, He kept telling me he loves my pussy. An hour later he said, I should go because his girl would be home soon. I could not believe the time, I checked my phone, my boss had text me over lunch that she was felling ill and had to go home and I should too. I was relieved since I would most likely have been fired for this little stunt. I went home feeling completely and sexually satisfied. I loved this afternoon, and it was hot, I got hard as I walked. I knew I was in for a surprise tonight and I hoped that I could see some action beside just eating cum out of my girl. If that, was it would be okay but now, I wanted more! I showered before my girl got home. My hole was sore, from that big fist and puffy but my sides were happy I put on some tight underwear and shorts and a t shirt. She told me I looked hot, and that David wanted it kinky tonight. She showed me a bag that was left with two blindfolds. She showered and I got nervous. She got ready and straightened up the bedroom. She told me unlock the door and come back to the bedroom and she put her blindfold on and so did I. Minutes later we hard the door. I hard footsteps and a presence in front of me. He grabbed me and led me away from may girl, I hard her start to moan as some guy began to eat her out. The guy walked me to the spare bedroom. He then spoke, it was David. This is your fag is all he said a guy grabbed me. David shut the door and left me with a guy, he pushed me down and told me to suck his cock. I fished it out of his pants and sucked that big dick. His dick grew to be a fat nine inches. I then felt my hands being tied behind my back. Then the voice said, I want you to see him gag on that big dick. Here I was helpless, the guy was strong, and he held my head and started slow and told me to open my throat. He continued if you listen and obey you will be a fine little fag, If not, you will regret it. No fucking teeth either. He fucked my throat and I gagged and just when I started to get used to his dick and stopped gagging, he fucked my throat harder and hard making me gag and eventually I throw up. The guy in the chair laughed and said do it again. This went on until I could only dry heave and gag, once I was free of any stomach bile the real throat fucking began when I was placed with my head against a wall and the guy fucked my throat. I thought he was going to suffocate me with his dick. He beat my throat like this for ten minutes and then shoved it deep down my throat and shot his cum down my throat. He shook and slowly pulled out once he regained his composure. Immediately a ball gag was shoved in my mouth. The guy who had been sitting choked me. He then pulled me up to my feet. I was soon on the bed with my shorts pulled down and my ass showing. He lubed up and slide two fingers inside me. Then came his dick, it felt so fat as he laid it on my ass cheeks, He lubed it and then lined it up to my hole and slide slowly inside me. I must have been sore from earlier or his dick was as big as a baseball bat. He was fucking me hard, he pulled out and I was so relieved. I just wanted him to cum inside me while he was fucking me, he would stop. He straightened up my legs and pulled my underwear and shorts down and lifted my right leg and put it on the bed. He again spread my cheeks and pressed his fat dick head against my hole. I moaned as it felt like he was tearing me open now. He somehow felt bigger. He fucked me for an hour and finally shot his load inside me. When he pulled out, he said, how that is a fucking bloody mess. He led me to the shower and turned the water on and put me in while he cleaned up. Blindfold and all. Heard him say, there is a date, address, and time on the dresser. Make sure you are there. I will give you ass a week to heal up. Try not to bleed so much. I pulled the blindfold off and looked down. There was a lot of red in the water running down the drain. I got out, dried off, and sat on the toilet and his cum and my blood came out. I went out and got dressed. I had no idea what was hapening in the other room but when I got out of the second bedroom everyone was gone. I text her but her phone was in the room. I started getting texts, David sent me pics of my girl getting ganged by four guys, blindfolded and restrained. He sent me the address and told me to come to clean up her cunt. I got dressed and headed downtown to the apartment. I knocked and a tall black man let me in. I could see her ahead of me and she was getting fucked by a big dicked Latin guy. I was motioned over and pushed to my knees. The guy fucking her pulled his dick out and told me to suck him clean. I sucked that big brown dick clean. He fucked my mouth and slide back inside my girl. This went on for ten minutes till he shot his load in my throat during one of the cleaning sessions. The next guy stepped up and this went on for another hour. I had taken six loads and eaten tons out of her pussy. They told me to collect her and take her home. They left me alone with her and I helped her up. She was sore and spent and I called and uber and we went home. She let me eat the rest of the cum out of her and then we went to sleep.

Went in for a massage as my back was was quite tight. Started the massage like with no inclination of anything extra being offerer. About half way through he places his uncut cock on my hand, and then whispers in my ear, do you bottom? When i said yes, he replied he'd be back as he needs to get a condom. Back in the room, condom on, he starts sliding between my crack and adds more oil, he tries entering but im quite tight so he ends up loosing his hardon. He pulls back and starts fingering my tight hole during which i heard the distinction noise of the condom coming off. He then quickly slides into me raw and starts to fuck me deep. I knew he was in raw but decided to just ask if he has a condom on, he said yes and proceed to fuck me harder. He started to moan and then blew his load in me. He pulls out and and grabs the condom and acts like he was taking it off. Off to the shower and confirmed his load was leaking out my tight hole. Definitely going back for a repeat

So, I’m one of those ‘straight’ guys who is drawn towards the seedier side of life at certain times (usually when I’m in self destruct mode 😆). I’ve been bare backed before (I remember years back by a TS escort who had a slim cock and did me 3 times, alas no cum - I’m tight as anything so just found it wonderful, all the psychological turn on and less pain). I’m tight as anything, it’s a once every year or so event, as I’m mostly into the ladies. I decided to meet a guy locally who was turned on by married guys - it started off by me stripping naked and him pissing on me in his bath. We then went to the bedroom. I sucked his large, thick cock (gay men always seem to be hung!), then we started on anal. I’d told him i wanted breeding but my, we couldn’t get it in initially. We decided on me face down, butt up, kneeling at the edge of what was a low bed - I adopted a submissive position with arms forward, hands together - he tried a few times for entry, it hurt like hell! But once he was in I decided im doing this, pain or not…after 5-10 mins it reached a point where it was like 50:50 pleasure pain, he asked me if I wanted to keep going and I just moaned ‘please, cum inside me’ - he picked up the pace and my groans were involuntary, uncontrollable, totally conquered. I felt him pulsing as he came deep inside me. He gently pulled out and I left quickly, then went shopping locally - for the next half hour I felt it leaking out of me and have never felt so turned on.

As someone who found out I was HIV positive a day or 2 after finding out I had stage 4 cancer I couldn't agree with this more. I did not want either, and both are more than potentially life threatening. I have never had any desire to gift/infect anyone and won't even participate in indulging that fantasy. I'm now almost 4 years cancer free and over 4 years HIV undetectable.

I started writing the next part tonight… It should be done in a couple of days

Sir, your post content around the site makes it clear that you’re an advocate of HIV gifter/chaser culture. You make references to “poz loading” people. Given this, it’s pretty clear that what you mean by this post is that you’re sick of “Undetectable” because it’s interfering with the culture of spreading HIV. Let me remind you that this is the General discussion area of the forum, not the bugchasing wasteland in the Backroom, and your gifter/chaser propaganda is misplaced here. I suggest you take it where you will find readers who will appreciate it. Here, it reads as bullshit. You’re sick of our ability - at long, long fucking last - to know that the Enemy Virus in our bodies is not a goddamn death sentence? Have you been within an hour of death from your HIV? I have. I had a viral load of 85,000 that came that close to ending me, and now, after almost eight years as an AIDS survivor, I have fought - fought - my way back to some kind of health, and stayed durably Undetectable. Yes, sir, Undetectable. Not just so I can stay alive, but so I can make damn sure I’m never responsible for destroying someone else’s life and health for a fuck. Your pusillanimous complaint is an insult to every AIDS survivor drawing breath.

Have you ever known or heard about someone who has cancer but treatment put it in remission? Have you ever heard them talk about how happy they are to be in remission and cancer free for "X" number of years? I view my infection that same way. I have HIV but my medication holds it in check. I don't care what you or anyone else thinks about the use of the word "undetectable" because it's got nothing to do with you -- it's about me and my challenges and progress in fighting my virus. I'm undetectable and happy to say so.

U.S. ARMY RANGER TRAINING BRIGADE TUESDAY 0845 HRS Marine Major William ‘Billy’ Collins glanced at the clock in his temporary office. He had fifteen minutes before his meeting with Col. Ulrich. He wasn’t looking forward to this. Nerves weren’t the issue, it was all about personality conflict. Colonel Ulrich was the type of old guard that believed his Command was his Kingdom and he was the King. And King Ulrich did NOT like the Pentagon playing games with his Airborne Course and Ranger School. His resentment for the presence of Major Collins came through loud and clear. Full Bird Colonel Ulrich also detested what he referred to as ‘weakening his training course and creating a bunch of toy soldiers’. Collins had to laugh at that, privately of course. Col. Ulrich had been given command of the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade three years ago. It wasn’t ‘his’. And what he referred to as weakening had more to do with the policy change after the Vietnam War ended to allow the Airborne and Ranger Schools to become an open opportunity for any soldier who could qualify. In the shake-up and draw down of U.S. forces for peacetime you had more soldiers leaving the service than joining up. The Pentagon needed incentive, and training was incentive. A campaign of promoting the military as way to develop skills you couldn’t get in the civilian world was put forth by the PR and marketing firms that were hired to improve the public image of joining the military. The unpopularity of the Vietnam War had really done a number on recruitment. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Without personnel, they couldn’t justify their budgets to Congress. And the Ford and Carter Administration had gutted them. Fortunately, Reagan and Bush understood the need to keep a well equipped military and keep up recruitment numbers. But now with Clinton there was talk of base closures and bloated budgets again. Hell, entire Commands were being considered for dissolution. Brigades and Battalions gone, Fighter groups decommissioned, it seemed every week some new plan came down from Heaven to combine units, and cut money from some program or training. And they were only a month into Clinton’s first term. Nothing was set in stone yet, but the shake-up was coming. President Clinton certainly wasn’t winning any votes from military personnel starting off like this. But all that was above Collins’ pay grade and honestly he knew none of it mattered. His focus at the Naval Academy was Military History. This was the normal ebb and flow of a country’s martial presence. Certain administrations found excuses to increase the military, found conflicts to get involved in (nearly all of which weren’t even a minor threat to the U.S.), spent money on new, fancy planes, boats, and weapons. Then there was an almost equal amount of administrations who focused on pulling back, cutting budgets, limiting promotions and weeding out dead weight personnel, ending weapons programs, decommissioning outdated equipment, decreasing stockpiles. When you looked at it overall, there was a natural balance. And the most impressive part was the country never shirked when a REAL threat presented itself. Collins always laughed secretly at the old guard officers and NCO’s who whined about how ‘they’re weakening the military’ or ‘back in my day soldiers were tough’. One thing was ALWAYS true: Leadership set the tone. So if there was any weakness manifesting it fell squarely on the shoulders of this ‘old guard’ because they dictated policy and direction. Essentially, just like Sergeants told their green recruits: find a way to succeed with what you’re given. And that was exactly why Collins was here sticking his nose into Col. Ulrich’s Airborne and Ranger Training program. There was enough history with homosexual troops to recognize the military didn’t have a performance issue with those troops. They had a behavioral issue with the heterosexual troops. Study after study, as well as post-discharge examination of individual service records and unit records indicated homosexual troops performed right in line with all other personnel, to the exact percentage in everything from rank achievement, mission success, job performance, every marker they could look at. In fact, strangely enough, those units who discharged suspected or admitted homosexuals saw absolutely no increase or decrease in achievements, success, or mission goals before or after the discharge. Those units didn’t perform worse when a homosexual was present, and they didn’t perform better when a homosexual was removed. Which said to anyone looking that the policy against homosexuality because it affected the mission had no basis in fact. But, the Pentagon already knew that, because in WWII, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War unless a soldier was blatant and open about it, every single branch refused every request for discharge based on suspected homosexuality. The sad part of that was those troops would have been safer with a dishonorable discharge than left to the unmerciful personal justice of their unit. And that was a failure of leadership. Still, there were far more examples of a unit that overlooked or ignored such activity within its ranks than there were examples of street justice. Collins had spent months piecing together a picture from research. This wasn’t a new issue. That was the entire reason for this test program. The dynamic needed a focused and eyes-on determination of what happened within a unit from the very start, through low and high pressure situations, training, missions and even off duty down time. From that, he was tasked with outlining a policy that the military could live with. He’d presented the general idea of this test program four years ago to his Commander and he’d gotten the green light to develop it into a working model. As with everything, the military moved slow. At that time it wasn’t a priority and he wasn’t to spend too much time on it. But slowly, along with a couple other officers and even one civilian at the Pentagon they’d fleshed out a very controlled program. The beauty of it was that he’d created it as a double blind study. The subjects, Private Brickmann and his Bravos, Lamont and his Charlies, nor the other two Platoons, had no idea why. Nor did their Sergeants, Lieutenants, or anyone below the highest levels. It actually surprised Collins to find out Brickmann and Lamont had been chosen for leadership of their Platoons. Collins’ team had selected Private Brickmann specifically because his background check indicated he had a boyfriend in High School, one Kevin Copeland. That wasn’t certain though, as he was also reported to have a girlfriend, who was now at USC. From the time of his enlistment Brickmann hadn’t had a single romantic interaction that could be identified, with men or women, and there had been no contact with either the suspected boyfriend or the girlfriend until his father’s funeral. Private Lamont was a different matter. There were quite a few rumors from his old unit and Collins’ team had put surveillance on him off duty when he was being considered for this program and it turned out Lamont was quite active with men sexually. Exclusively men. Numerous men. But in spite of the rumors in his unit, his fellow troops, his Sergeant and his Lieutenant said he was an exceptional soldier. When specifically asked about the rumors, both the Sergeant and Lieutenant shrugged and said ‘Rumors. You know how units are. He doesn’t seem the type to me, and no one’s brought any accusations.’ Their wording was almost identical, as if rehearsed. That was another aspect to this he’d have to put in his report. Whether Lamont’s Sergeant and Lieutenant knew anything or not they’d chosen to protect either Lamont or the unit from scrutiny. One or the other was true, perhaps both, but that dynamic couldn’t be discounted. Any external investigation into a single troop or the unit as a whole was considered disruptive. Any kind of investigation. No one liked that sort of thing. So, either the Sergeant and Lieutenant liked Lamont and were protecting him, or they didn’t want these outsiders making a mess in their unit. But either way, the underlying message was that they didn’t feel Lamont’s suspected homosexuality was a big enough deal to warrant disruption of their day-to-day. And that in itself spoke volumes: Lamont wasn’t a problem, not for them, and not for their troops. That was exactly the sort of thing this test program was trying to determine. The other two Platoons chosen for this program, the Alphas and the Deltas were also operating smoothly and had performed well in phase 1. Because they had ranked 3rd and 4th though they were steered towards other training for phase 2. Collins had already figured out most of the reason why Brickmann and Lamont were so successful with their Platoons as both seemed to be natural leaders who set an example for their troops, identified weaknesses and developed them into strengths. For instance, Private Sendahl and Private Evans, the troublemaker twins, Wanker and Bootlicker. Privately, Collins was curious how they got those nicknames, but in any other unit those two would probably have been busted down or even booted for their activities. In their previous units both had numerous black marks and reports for conduct, discipline and being where they were not authorized but had never been caught doing anything that violated the UCMJ, even if Collins suspected both actually HAD. But, doing something and getting caught doing something were two different things. Somehow though in the Bravos, Harris was able to keep them from getting out of hand and instead steered the two in a way that utilized their crafty intelligence for resourcefulness instead of trouble. Before phase 1, Collins would have put money on those two being the ones to rat out the homosexual troops. Both Privates seemed hell bent on discovering secrets and using them to their advantage. But Brickmann identified that they were kindred spirits so he paired them up, while overlooking everything that wasn’t a major offense, even purposing their talents to often help the Platoon. Basically, instead of cracking down on them, he made them feel like their skills were a valuable contribution. Because of that, no one saw them as the troublemakers. In other units, they’d be considered a weak link, a problem to be disciplined and never treated as part of the team. Brickmann just somehow knew they needed focus and purpose, so he gave it to them. The simplicity of the solution impressed Collins. When Brickmann encountered a problem, he turned it into an opportunity. With a leader like that any unit would push themselves to go the extra mile. Collins glanced at the clock again. It was time to deal with Ulrich and as distasteful as he found the man personally he couldn’t avoid coordinating with him for the program’s transition to Ranger School. *********************** BOOTLICKER After the success of selling the answer key to his 6th grade History test, Peter was looking for his next opportunity to make money. The key to not getting caught was in not getting greedy. He knew to stay away from the good kids, the rule followers, the ones who would tattle to the teacher. Besides, they didn’t need to cheat to pass the test and he wasn’t going to make any serious money off them anyway, plus money was just a way to keep score. No, his target market was the lazy kids, the stupid ones. Peter hadn’t stolen the answer key for himself, he could pass that test with his eyes closed. He could read the chapters and the facts just stayed in his head. The tests and homework were almost disgustingly easy for him. And the stupid and lazy kids were easy marks and so eager to give him every dollar they had. He’d lucked across the answer key one day when he went up to Mr. Houston’s desk to ask him if he needed any help with anything and saw the key for the next test peeking out from under some other papers. Peter loved that he had Mr. Houston fooled. Mr. Houston actually liked him because he made sure to act interested and he always participated in class, plus he made good grades. Teachers always liked the students who made good grades. It made them feel like they were good teachers. Once he realized that aspect of teachers when he was 8, he understood how he could make school easy. Teachers were really dumb and so easy to manipulate but they weren’t any different than other adults. The kids who struggled, or caused trouble in class were treated like prisoners, viewed with distrust and basically watched for any infraction. Peter though was given every benefit of the doubt, a ton of freedom, and was easily forgiven for tardiness and a hundred other little things that students often got in trouble for. It was never a question that he finished his work early and when he did he always volunteered to do something in the classroom that the teacher needed. Yeah, they fucking loved that. What made it all even better was they never suspected him of any wrong doing. Nothing made him feel warmer inside than getting away with a scheme purely by virtue of the belief that the smart, helpful, eager and charming kid would NEVER do something bad. So lifting the answer key while Mr. Houston was away from his desk was easy. A brief moment in which Mr. Houston’s back was turned was all he needed, passing by the desk to go to the pencil sharpener and a casual grab and it was in his hands. After he copied it all down in his notebook at his desk (which only made him look like he was crunching away at homework) another moment of inattention was all he needed to slip it back exactly where it was before. He remembered exactly which pile, how much was sticking out, which other papers it was found between. Then by the end of the next day he had $64 of desperately surrendered lunch money. Honestly, he owed his success in part to teacher laziness. Multiple choice tests meant the teachers didn’t have to spend so much time grading, and Peter didn’t have to copy out test questions. Plus, all the answers fit on a small easily hidden scrap of paper. He also figured out that his copies couldn’t have ALL the correct answers. He diligently substituted deliberately wrong answers in his copies so that the grades would vary between a 85 and a 91. Mid B’s and low A’s were far better than most of his clientele usually got, and not so high that a stupid, lazy kid couldn’t achieve with a little luck, especially on a multiple choice test. Plus, he figured he was doing the teacher a huge favor. Higher test scores made it look like they were actually good teachers. Overall, Peter felt he was helping everyone and they all got something out of the deal. While he couldn’t care less if others benefited, it did make him feel like they should be grateful he put in all that effort. “What’s next?” He thought. He was toying with some kind of pay to play game at lunch time. He’d recently read a magazine article about how carnival games were rigged in favor of the carnival and he felt that held some potential. He was afraid that the lunch monitors wouldn’t allow it once they knew the kids were giving him money. Plus, he hadn’t quite decided on what game. That might be more suited to an after school thing, maybe on the bus or in the neighborhood. That was something still in development. Also on the list was learning how to stack cards and do tricks, which had the potential to be a good regular source of income. He’d have to be good though, which meant a lot of practice. He’d checked out a couple books that described how it was done, so he had the knowledge, he just needed the skill. In the movie The Sting, Robert Redford and Paul Newman said the best con was one in which the mark thought they knew how the game worked, but the trick was that it was all a distraction from the REAL con. The Sting had to be his favorite movie of all time. The elegance and complexity of Redford and Newman’s plot sent shivers up his spine and he often imagined himself in a career as a con man. If you were good, you could fake your way into any situation, be whoever you wanted, do whatever you wanted, and people would just hand over their money with a smile. They’d even thank you for doing them the favor of taking their money. By the time they realized it was all a trick, you were gone. At 11, Peter had it all figured out. ****************** “Mr. and Mrs. Evans, thanks for coming in.” Principal Nichols said. Peter Evans’ parents sat across from him in his office, looks of resignation on their faces. “What has he done?” Mr. Evans asked. Principal Nichols was surprised that his tone was not combative and instead sounded amused. He immediately revised his approach. He was prepared for a battle with parents who would defend their child with indignation and disbelief. Instead, these two seemed open and unsurprised. So he let his guard down and gave it to them straight. “It seems Peter has been selling mice to the other kids. They’ve been keeping them in their lockers like some kind of pet. Did you know about this?” Mrs. Evans looked at Mr. Evans. They seems like a nice couple. Mr. Evans was the serious type, not a single smile. Mrs. Evans appeared intelligent and practical, and she paid attention to the social niceties, like smiling, eye contact. But that look, the very first reflexive response to what Nichols told them… Mrs. Evans was NOT pleased, and her look said ‘this is YOUR fault’ to her husband. “No, we didn’t know.” Mr. Evans replied. Wow. This was not the normal parental response. They didn’t ask ‘how do you know it was Peter? It could be anyone.’ They didn’t deny it. They didn’t accuse the administration of failing to supervise the kids, lack of control, not doing their job. Mrs. Evans gave Nichols a satisfied smile. “We allowed Peter to get a pet snake, a Burmese Python. The snake is still small, and he feeds it mice that he buys at the pet store. It’s supposed to teach him responsibility.” She turned to her husband again. “Did you know he was breeding the mice?” “How would I know that? There’s mice in the aquarium all the time. I can’t tell if there’s more mice or less mice. They all look the same.” Mr. Evans replied. “How much has he been selling them for?” He asked Principal Nichols. Nichols grimaced. “$3 each.” Mr. Evans stared off into space, lost in thought for a moment. Then he looked at Principal Nichols again. “Yes, he’s breeding them. They are $2.75 at the pet store. There’s no way he’d settle for making just a quarter from each mouse. Can we get him in here?” “Absolutely.” Principal Nichols picked up his phone and waited for his secretary to answer. “Mrs. Gatling, please have Peter Evans come to my office. Thank you.” Mr. Evans crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. “So…it’s not illegal or against the rules for Peter to sell animals. What is he in trouble for?” He said in a conversational tone. “And please understand we will take care of this…I’m just curious what school policy he’s violated.” “Well…”. Principal Nichols started. “Technically no rule has been broken by Peter, only the kids who bought the mice and kept them in their locker. But, it’s caused a problem. Lockers aren’t a secure way to keep mice, most escaped. Uh…. We have a mice infestation now. They are really difficult to get rid of. You need to keep Peter from bringing his mice to school.” Mrs. Evans chuckled and shook her head. “We’ll tell him, but he’ll probably stop on his own. We thought it would be worse.” “Mrs. Evans, it needs to stop now. Today.” Principal Nichols said. “Yes.” She nodded. “He will. I don’t think you need to worry. You see, once Peter finds out we all know about his little enterprise, it won’t be fun and exciting for him anymore. He’ll move on to something else.” “Excuse me?” Nichols said. “Peter likes his little games.” The husband said. “Not getting caught is one of the goals. I THINK another goal is to see how far he can get BEFORE he gets caught. If a game goes on too long, he will drop bread crumbs to see if you notice. He’ll leave clues, evidence…almost like he wants to get caught or he’s become bored with the game so he wants you to end it. And then, after getting caught he plays his other game, where he cries, says how sorry he is, he didn’t mean to, or tries out a new excuse to see if it’ll fly. But once he’s caught, the game is over for him. He starts on something else. For the longest time, we didn’t know how to handle him. But a counselor a couple years ago told us Peter is a master manipulator. Every single thing he does, every reaction he elicits, goes into his brain and he figures something else out about how to get people to do what he wants.” Nichols stared at the Evans’. He really didn’t know what to say. “Mr. Evans, Peter is only 12 years old. I know he’s intelligent, but that’s a lot for a 12 year old.” Mr. Evans laughed. The very first time he broke his seriousness. “12? Wow, he’s got you right where he wants you. Ah, Mr. Nichols, your life is going to be very difficult for the next year and a half, ESPECIALLY if you think of him like your average 12 year old. Yes, Peter is 12. But he’s not like any 12 year old you’ve ever met. And unfortunately, when Peter gets here to the office, he’s going to play his game with you, and you’re going to buy it. He’s really good. And we, Jessica and I, we’re going to let him do it. And we’ll play our part in his little game, because he can’t suspect we have him figured out. We are going to pretend to be terribly disappointed in him. Right now he thinks we don’t know about his games. The minute he discovers we know… he’ll change and we will spend a year or more figuring out what he’s trying to do, what his new game is with us. Here’s how it works: Peter is operating on several levels at once. First, he’s manipulating the kids. No one just buys a mouse to have a mouse. I’m pretty sure Peter made having a mouse somehow cool, or fun, or attractive. It doesn’t matter, you just need to realize Peter can talk kids into doing almost anything. So his first level is seeing how much he can get them to do, how far he can take it, how many he can get to follow him.” Then Mr. Evans leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “His second level is seeing how much he can control of the situation. When are the grownups going to find out? Will they notice on their own or will one of the kids give it away. Which kid will do it? Which adult will notice? How long will it take? If you watch him closely after he’s caught at his game, he always seems very satisfied. And beyond the required tears, begging, and promises he immediately becomes unconcerned with his punishment. You’re probably saying to yourself ‘there’s no way a 12 year old does that.’ Here’s what’s going to happen: We’re going to take his python back to the pet store, and his mice. After his initial protests, as soon as tomorrow…Peter will not shed a single tear about the snake or the mice. He won’t regret what he’s done, he won’t even miss the snake. He’ll never mention the snake again unless mentioning it is useful in some manipulative way. It won’t bother him at all, because he doesn’t really care about the snake. He cared about what the snake MEANT, he cared about how he could use it for his games.” Principal Nichols scowled. “That seems a harsh way to describe your own child.” “Is it?” Mr. Evans asked. “For years we thought of it like that. We thought there was something wrong with him. I’d offer THAT was a harsh way to think of our own child. But Peter isn’t violent, he doesn’t want to hurt people, he also doesn’t get angry. If someone tells on him or rats him out, he doesn’t blame them, doesn’t get mad, he doesn’t seek vengeance, really doesn’t care at all. He’s somewhat of a sociopath, we think. He has a basically, foundationally, good nature. His games aren’t intended to be vicious, or hurtful. In fact, I don’t think he grasps why people would be hurt by anything they willingly participated in. And even if they weren’t willing participants, they should understand it wasn’t personal. We’re still trying to figure out some way to reach him emotionally, thus the purpose of the pet snake. We figured out happy, cute animals that loved attention like dogs and cats were only annoying to him. We think they were too easy to manipulate. He had a puppy and a cat trained in less than a month. After that, it was unfair to the animal, almost cruel. Imagine a puppy commanded to sit and stay, then the person they loved the most going across the room to sit, and ignore them for over an hour. A grown dog might understand that level of patience. But for a puppy it seemed like unnecessary torture to us. Like I said, he wasn’t mean, he didn’t hit or punish or abuse the puppy or the cat. But once he figured them out, and how to make them do what he wanted, they didn’t mean anything to him. So, we thought an animal that didn’t need physical touch, or an emotional connection would be more his speed. And I don’t know how well anyone can train a snake, so it might prove to be just the kind of challenge that would keep his interest.” Principal Nichols was at a loss for words. To hear the parents tell it, Peter Evans was some sort of mastermind. Nichols found that hard to believe. Just about every parent over-estimated their child’s intelligence. “Mr. Evans, what do you do for work?” “I work for OSHA. Jessica works on the base.” The office door opened. “Peter, come in and sit down.” For most kids, getting called to the Principal’s office was a big deal. Seeing your parents there would be a bigger cause for concern. But Nichols noticed the look on Peter Evans’ face didn’t change. He simply gave his parents a glance before moving to the chair against the wall. After he sat down, he gave Nichols a bright smile. “Hi Mr. Nichols.” The 12 year old said in a bright, eager voice. The kid was charming, that was certain. His voice hadn’t deepened yet with puberty. “Hi Mom, hi Dad.” The way he was acting he didn’t seem to suspect his was in any trouble at all. Mr. Evans was looking at Nichols with eyebrows slightly raised, and a barely perceptible grin on his lips. Nichols cleared his throat. “Peter, have you been selling mice to the kids?” Peter didn’t drop his smile. “Yes, sir. They wanted to keep them as pets like I do.” It was more difficult than Nichols thought it would be to be mad at Peter for causing an infestation in his school. Peter seemed to be just an innocent kid who made a poor decision with no intention of causing trouble. That smile, the eagerness, the respect he was showing… his gut feeling was that Peter was a good kid. “Peter, you can’t do that.” Nichols said. Peter’s smile fell. “But why not? They don’t make any noise, and are real easy to take care of. They don’t have any diseases.” Nichols sighed. “Peter, your classmates are keeping them in their lockers, and they are getting out. We have mice running all over the school now.” A look of concern came over Peter’s face. “Oh. I told them they needed to keep them in a Tupperware box with holes in the lid.” Did he? Nichols thought. The locker search they’d done two days ago didn’t produce a single tupperware container, containing a mouse or otherwise. “Am I in trouble?” Peter asked, his voice weak and trembling, a worried look on his face. The very picture of a worried little boy. If Nichols believed the parents, this acting job was superb. Timing, the emotion, the body language, the facial expression, the words… Nichols sighed. If this kid was everything his father said, he was EXCEPTIONALLY good at it. And there was no way Nichols could be sure the kid had any other motive than selling pets to his classmates. As principal, his disciplinary latitude was wide. This wasn’t a court of law, a crime wasn’t necessary to trigger discipline, just some infraction. But Nichols wasn’t the type of principal that saw every child as a manufactured product produced by the factory of public education and he didn’t buy into student uniformity like so many other educators. Peter was smart, his standardized tests were all in the top percentile. He wasn’t a behavioral problem, his teachers all reported he was engaging and helpful, hard working and involved. “Not exactly, Peter. Just… well stop bringing animals to school, and stop selling them to your classmates.” Nichols replied. Peter looked down. “Okay.” “You don’t have any mice at school today, do you?” Nichols asked. “No sir.” Peter answered. “Good. I think I can leave it at that. Mr. and Mrs. Evans, I’ll leave you to have a talk with Peter. I trust you’ll handle this as you feel appropriate.” ************************* “Dad, please don’t leave me in jail.” He pleaded with his father. “Peter, I know you understand so just stop. You’re 18. You’re being held until your bond hearing. Hopefully it’ll only be a few days.” His dad said. “I can’t do anything until they set bond. This is a consequence. We’ll get a lawyer, but you aren’t a minor anymore so you’re in the adult system, which means you don’t get released to your parents. This is far more serious than the juvenile system you’re used to. Just be careful. The men you’re in jail with aren’t very forgiving. And you’re not going to get much help from the jail staff.” Peter didn’t respond right away. He knew he made a mistake trying to sell the stuff at the pawn shop. But he had no idea someone would engrave their name on lawn equipment, and pawn shops weren’t supposed to care that much about where the stuff they bought came from. The books he’d read all said pawn shops were excellent places to fence stolen goods. It was stupid of him to take advantage of the open garage door he saw, but only in hindsight. Had he thought it through he would have known he wouldn’t have any place to hold the lawnmower and weed eater until he could sell it, and he should have considered that none of the people he knew would have any use for either of those things so he wouldn’t be able to unload it that way. The pawn shop was a last resort. He was usually more clever than that but he could still turn this to his advantage. Even the learning experience had value and knowing how the adult criminal justice system worked would serve him well. His attempt to sell the cops that the pawn shop called on the story that he’d found the items on the curb on trash day and he’d fixed them up to sell didn’t convince them. Trouble was, the local cops all knew him by now so he didn’t get a break. He’d overplayed that hand, hadn’t covered all the angles and got stupid. The items were reported stolen and the owner’s name engraved on them easily revealed his lie. Well, lesson learned. This wasn’t going to be too terrible. He could take care of himself and he wasn’t intimidated by the common criminals in jail, most were just regular dumb people. Even cops were regular dumb people and that included the ones that ran the jail. It wouldn’t be difficult to get them to like him and once he did that he’d be just fine, maybe even comfortable. “Yeah, I understand Dad. But look, they don’t feed us much here and it’s not good food. I only ate a dry piece of chicken last night, and there’s no breakfast. They say we only get a sandwich for lunch. They have a commissary I can buy food at, but I need money in the jail account.” His dad sighed over the phone. “How much do you need?” “Just fifty dollars if it’s only a few days. If I’m in here longer I’ll need more.” He knew his dad could afford it and he wouldn’t say no. “Okay. I’ll get the money in your jail account. Peter, stay out of trouble in there. You stand a better chance of being released on bond if you keep your nose clean. And the disposition of your case will go better if you have good behavior.” Peter grinned, which his father couldn’t see. “I will Dad. Thanks.” “I’ll come down there with the lawyer, but it will probably be Monday.” “Okay. Bye Dad.” “Bye son, see you in a couple days.” Peter hung up the phone. “Did you get your rent?” His cell mate asked. “Yeah, Dad’s going to put the money in my account in a little while. I’ll pay you when it shows up.” Peter replied. “Good boy. If you keep doing what I tell you to do, nothing bad will happen to you in here.” Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew a con job when he saw one. Rent. Sure. But along with that came a certain amount of protection. His cell mate would make sure he got his money, which meant nothing could happen to Peter. He’d transfer $15 every day, buying a day of security at a time. His cell mate wanted a week up front, but Peter’s willingness to push the issue saying his Dad wouldn’t give him that much money at once forced his cell mate to agree to once a day. Plus, from his cell mate he’d learned how the commissary system worked, how the jail prisoner account system worked, and a glimpse into the fascinating black market economy of the jail. Everything was for sale, everything was for trade. From labor, to food, to items. He’d only been in jail less than 24 hours and he even discovered the correctional officers were part of the food chain. You could get almost anything smuggled in if you had someone on the outside willing to pay the C.O. a little money. Peter’s cell mate was a mid level fish. Peter was a small fish, and his cell mate knew right away he’d never been in jail before. Peter was only too happy to play the scared, dumb kid which meant his cell mate didn’t have to work too hard to come across as the older, knowledgeable protector. Peter had met plenty of that type in juvie, they were stupidly easy to manage and were useful. The scared dumb kid act was second nature to Peter now and it worked far better than being a tough guy which only brought out challenges and raised hackles. The tough guy type, even the fake tough guys who were all bark and no bite, loved having a scared, cooperative pawn they could take advantage of. It gave them a sense of power, of superiority, made them feel like they were somebody big. That type was easy to play. The best part of playing the act for Peter was that nothing big was expected of him. His complete lack of confidence, the weakness, his pretense that he didn’t know how to fight… all of that meant he wasn’t trusted to do anything except feed egos and suck up. In juvenile detention he’d honed his act to perfection. Bullies were perfect animals, easy to reward and easy to fool. All they really wanted was subservience. Higher brain function wasn’t a character trait they possessed. All in all, Peter could have ended up with a much worse cell mate. At least this idiot was positioned well enough that being paired with him meant an easy stretch until his hearing. Gary wasn’t completely awful, and wasn’t as stupid as most. Peter actually admired the confidence this guy possessed. He didn’t know what Gary was in for, but he knew it had to be something bigger than pawning stolen goods. He’d been here long enough to make his way up the hierarchy to be comfortable and unworried about jailhouse politics. And Peter figured he could learn something from him that would educate him about judges, lawyers and surviving. “Back to our cage. You have work to do.” Gary said, walking away. Peter shrugged, then followed. He already knew more would be expected of him than just paying Gary money. They went back in their cell, and Gary laid down on his bottom bunk. “Go sit on the toilet.” Peter did as instructed, sitting down on the metal. Only a few seconds passed before another prisoner walked in. The man was about six feet tall, tattoos covered both arms. White, a little muscular, maybe mid twenties, buzz cut brown hair, with a bored look on his face, the man said in a deep voice “He ready?” Gary responded in an equally bored voice “Yep. Get to it.” Peter was curious. Was he supposed to go with this guy somewhere? He glanced over at Gary but his eyes were closed. He didn’t look worried. “Watch your teeth.” The man said, pulling down the front of his orange jailhouse bottoms when he stood in front of Peter. Peter’s eyebrows went up. After a look at the guy’s soft dick, he looked up at his face. “You want me to suck your dick?” He asked calmly. The man blinked. “I’m not here to talk. Get on it.” Peter took a breath. Well, this would be a first. Fine. Best to get it over with. He grabbed the dick in front of him and leaned forward, opening his mouth. No teeth. He knew that already, he didn’t like it when the girls who’d blown him scraped his dick with teeth either. He could probably do a decent job of it. As he started sucking on the gradually expanding cock, he was considering how this played into his deal with Gary. Blowjob guy had to be a bigger fish than him. It wasn’t all that big of a deal. Peter was more concerned with figuring out what kind of transaction was taking place, his value within it, what exactly blowjob guy and Gary were getting out of it. This wasn’t really about a blowjob, the guy with the now hard dick probably had other ways to get a blowjob in jail. Peter wrapped his lips around his teeth as he bobbed up and down on the average sized dick like girls did. The guy had a little funk going on, the smell hitting his nose wafting up from the guy’s hairy balls. A little gross, but not intolerable. He made sure to use his tongue a little on the underside of the shaft and used his hand to stroke it while he sucked. “Yeah, that’s it, kid. Suck my big cock.” Peter almost laughed. Big cock? These tough guys were all the same. All ego. Peter knew what he had to do. First, he gagged, then pulled off and let out a gasp. “It’s too big for my mouth. I don’t think I can…” he said in a pitiful whine. That was straight from Traci Lords in Educating Mandy, a porn video he stole from his boss’ house when he worked at Orange Julius in the mall at 16. “I’ve never done this before…” he said, forcing a tear from the corner of his eye. That wasn’t too difficult, the gagging on the dick helped the tears come. Tough guy grabbed his head and pulled him back down. “Yeah, I know, you’re gonna suck it anyway, bitch.” Ah, part of this was about this guy feeling like a boss, Peter thought, getting back to work. He couldn’t be too good then. The guy wanted to exert dominance, establish his power. Fair enough. Peter resisted a little, using a little push of his other hand to try to push the guy away. Not too hard, just enough to send the signal he didn’t want to do it. The guy increased the pressure on the back of Peter’s head, forcing him further down on his dick. Peter grunted a protest, making sure to let the guy bury his dick to his funky pubes and he forced a choke even though the dick wasn’t near big enough to get him to do it naturally. That was somewhat of a shock to him. Having never sucked an actual dick, Peter hadn’t given it a lot of thought but he’d seen enough porn to know taking a dick all the way down wasn’t easy. Or maybe the chicks were just really good actresses. A lot of the blowjob portion of porn was focused on the guys trying to get the chicks to take more while the chicks seemed to have a certain amount of difficulty. Peter wasn’t finding it difficult at all. Like most everything he encountered this wasn’t difficult and he didn’t feel excited about it or disgusted. “Hurry it up, Levitt.” Gary said from his bunk. Levitt grunted in acknowledgment and grabbed Peter’s head with both hands and started thrusting with his hips. Peter dutifully let Levitt guide his head while his cock thrust in and out of his mouth, and less than a minute later Levitt buried his dick and held Peter’s head down as he grunted in orgasm. This time, Peter did choke for real as Levitt’s cum shot into the back of his throat and filled his mouth, but Levitt wasn’t letting up. “Swallow it bitch. Swallow all of it.” He gasped as his hips spasmed. Peter did what he could, but swallowing wasn’t easy with a dick in your mouth. Suddenly Levitt pushed his head back and pulled away, yanking up his pants. “You’re good for the week, Parker.” Levitt said as he walked out of the cell. Peter looked over at Gary who’d gone back to closing his eyes. “Get out, kid. Come get me when you get the money in your account.” Peter wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and walked out of the cell. He walked down the stairs to go sit against the wall in the pit. So, Gary owed Levitt something. Rent, dues, protection money, something. Gary paid with Peter’s sexual services. But Gary got a pretty good deal, a whole week? Hmmmm. Levitt was the one who wanted to get at Peter, it was the only way the deal would be so favorable for Gary. Smaller fish didn’t get good deals from bigger fish unless they had something the big fish wanted. Looking around, Peter could see he was getting a few looks. So Levitt was a bigger fish. Bigger fish were more useful than medium fish like Gary. If Peter was in here longer, Levitt would be a better connection. In the meantime, Peter was figuring out a way to make this work to his advantage. His hearing had been postponed, so he had to get his Dad to put more money in his account on Monday. He and the lawyer asked Peter how he was doing and Peter didn’t think playing the poor terrified kid in jail would get him anywhere so he said he was fine. There wasn’t anything either of them could do to make the process go faster anyway. Besides, things were going well and he’d taken advantage of supply and demand. Of course, he was giving Gary a cut. He needed Gary for enforcement and collection because Peter had no power. They’d done well, although Peter was getting a little bored with sucking jailhouse dick, and his fresh meat status was now worn out not to mention most of the guys weren’t looking to get blown every day. His new hearing date was set for Friday. Currently he was considering what he could sell his ass for. He’d been holding back on that figuring he would be out on bond today. There was still a certain amount of interest just because he was 18 so he felt like that might carry him through Friday. He’d found his niche inside, he had something to offer, there were enough guys who were interested, Gary kept it all above board, so he probably wouldn’t have to resort to getting fucked. Gary agreed and said once you go bitch it would be difficult to get anywhere higher in the crew. Gary told him a lot about how it all worked once Peter approached him with his plan for Gary to punk him out for blowjobs. Peter earned a lot of respect from Gary when he cut Gary in instead of going off on his own behind Gary’s back. “You did the right thing, kid. You’d get chewed up on your own.” He said. Peter gave him a blowjob for setting it up. Peter couldn’t figure out why chicks played so hard to get. Giving blowjobs was easy, and it was just dick. It wasn’t a big deal, just a transaction. This morning, before he found out about his postponement, Gary had asked him “I don’t get it, kid. Do you like sucking dick?” “It’s not bad.” Peter answered. “It’s not that hard to do, the guys cum pretty fast. I make some easy cheddar, they stay off my back and don’t give me a hard time. It’s a good system.” “But do you like it?” Gary pressed. “I don’t like it. I don’t NOT like it. It’s … like writing a letter or eating food. Just something to do.” Peter explained in a rare moment of personal revelation. “You’re the weirdest guy I’ve ever met, Kid. You don’t get worked up about anything. Even sucking off Levitt that first time you just did it, you didn’t argue or put up a fight, you weren’t angry or cry after. You also don’t laugh about anything, and don’t think I haven’t noticed how when you smile it drops just as soon as whoever you’re smiling for looks away. I’ll be honest, sometimes it creeps me out.” Peter shrugged. “Not much to laugh about in here, and I don’t feel like smiling most of the time. I do it when I have to.” Gary tilted his head and gave him a look. “Like sucking dick.” Peter nodded. “Yeah. Like that.” Gary crossed his arms. “Well, good luck at your hearing, but I think you’ll be fine. You do a good job with your innocent, harmless act. Judges, prosecutors and lawyers love seeing that. They don’t always believe it, but you really have a talent at it. But you don’t fool me. You don’t feel anything do you?” That’s interesting, Peter thought. He took a moment to think. Did he actually feel nothing? No, he did. He was curious. Figuring people out thrilled him, working out a scheme challenged him. But Gary was sort of right. Things like happy, sad, love, hate, anger… those weren’t real for him. They were important and real for other people, which was fine. Those were useful emotions he could take advantage of, he even knew how to fake them even if he didn’t feel them like other people did. In fact, people responded to those emotions in a boring predictable way. How should he react to Gary’s question? It wasn’t really worth examining the truth of it, only the effect of the knowledge of the truth on Gary. Would it gain him anything? Part of the truth then. “I’m not sure. I feel some things. Boredom. Maybe pity sometimes. I feel loyalty, like with you.” Gary laughed. “You sure about that? I get the feeling if you had a better option you wouldn’t look back. But you’re stuck with me.” Peter smirked. “Isn’t that what loyalty is? A partnership of convenience? No one’s loyal to someone who does nothing for them, right?” “Fuck, how do you talk like you’re some college kid? Loyalty is devotion even when shit gets tough. Loyalty is… fuck. I can’t explain it. Is there anyone you’d take a bullet for just to save them from dying, not for anything else?” Peter thought. Would he take a bullet for his parents? No, probably not. “I don’t think so. But I’d make sure the shooter didn’t survive if I could. They took something from me.” Gary looked at him in disbelief. “It’s like you ALMOST feel the right things, but not in the right way, and not for the reasons other people feel them.” This was the most self examination Peter had ever done. He already knew he didn’t feel the things other people felt, but he always thought he COULD, if the right situation came about. He just hadn’t found the right situation. He wasn’t even disappointed or in despair about it, that’s just the way they felt, and the way he felt. Why was it important anyway? So he asked. “Why does that matter?” That made Gary think. After a few seconds, he replied. “It doesn’t, I guess. I mean, I don’t feel crazy like my ex was, but it doesn’t mean I don’t understand she’s crazy or how to deal with her. Fucking crazy bitch. So I guess it doesn’t make a difference if you feel what other people do. Just… well, you probably already know you can’t let people know that. Like I said, it’s creepy.” The week went by quick and he didn’t have any problems inside. It was mostly boring and the worst part was none of what he gained inside would walk out the door with him, so he just gave it all to Gary. Cigarettes, snacks, magazines, all of the non-cash currency he’d earned. His bond was set at $10,000, so his Dad only had to put up $1000. After they released him from holding, his Dad and lawyer took him to the District Attorney’s office. The prosecutor managed to get them in front of a judge on Wednesday the following week after his lawyer and his Dad convinced Peter to accept a plea deal. He really didn’t care either way, honestly. For what he stole he’d only spend 30 days if he got sentenced to jail which didn’t worry him. But it was more likely he’d get probation because it was his first adult offense and it was non-violent. A trial would be a waste of time and money, plus he had to move on and this was hanging over his head. The lawyer got the prosecutor to drop the burglary charge, the breaking and entering charge, the conversion charge and he pled to theft in return for a year of probation. Getting a judge to sign off was the last step. Peter felt good about what he’d learned from the experience. He thought stealing the lawnmower and weed eater was one crime. But the act of entering someone else’s habitation was a crime, when you did it to steal property it was a second crime, when you actually removed property it was a third crime, and when you tried to sell it you committed a fourth crime. Each crime carried a possible sentence and fine, but he learned cops and prosecutors mostly used the charges to put pressure on you to accept a plea or to confess. He’d also learned how to survive in jail. Although he wasn’t technically afraid of going to jail, it was an unknown. Now he realized it was no big deal and easy to survive. But jail was boring and your possibilities and opportunities were severely limited. That did not appeal to him. So he pled out and the prosecutor would recommend a year probation. Apparently he was just one of many defendants going through the process today. The courtroom was pretty full and they sat in the gallery on the fourth bench back. “When it’s our turn the clerk will call out your name.” His lawyer explained. “I’ll answer and we have to go up to the Defendant’s table. The judge will ask some questions, some for me, and some for you. Be respectful. Address him as ‘your honor’ and not ‘sir’ although he’ll be fine either way. Calling him ‘your honor’ tells him you know how to follow the rules, and you’re smart enough to be appropriate.” Peter watched as different cases were called, and different defendants were handled. All of them were getting deals in exchange for pleas. Some defendants were sullen and ignorant. The judge usually toughened their recommended sentences. Then there were the quiet, contrite ones, they got what the prosecutor recommended. There were a few who had slick lawyers who managed to get a lighter sentence or probation, and one even got deferred judgement, which Peter discovered meant if they kept their nose clean for a certain period of time they wouldn’t have a record at all. He just wanted this over with so he could get back to his life. The last five days his dad and mom hadn’t let him out of their sight. Of course he’d gotten fired from his job once they found out he’d been arrested. He wasn’t upset about it, it just limited his access to certain things. So when the clerk called his name, he stood immediately as his lawyer called ‘Here’ and led them around the barrier to the table. “Mr. Reed, you’ve explained everything to your client?” The judge asked, a shockingly young man with no gray in his short hair. “Yes, your honor. He’s ready to plead guilty in exchange for one year probation.” Peter’s lawyer responded. “Son… Peter Evans… do you understand what you’re agreeing to?” The judge asked. Peter nodded, clasping his hands in front of him. “I do, your honor.” The judge leaned back and put his hands behind his head. “Why don’t you explain it to me.” Peter looked at his lawyer, who nodded. “Okay, your honor. Uh, I stole some things and I admit that. It was wrong. So instead of going through a trial, which I figure would be a waste of time, and a whole lot of work for everyone, and a lot of money for my dad and mom, I’m just admitting it. And I guess how it works is if I do that, I get to stay out of jail.” “Nicely put, Peter. So tell me something. Why’d you do it?” The judge continued. Peter looked at his lawyer. This wasn’t what happened with the other defendants. The judge hardly talked to them. What was he supposed to say? His lawyer hadn’t gone over this with him. Just as he opened his mouth, his lawyer leaned over and whispered “tell the truth. Everyone in this room has heard every lie a thousand times. Just the truth.” Well that would be a lot easier. “I get bored, your honor.” “Yes, I got that distinct impression after reading your file, Peter.” The judge said. “Judge Baker, this is Peter’s first offense.” His lawyer interjected. Judge Baker smiled. “His first ADULT offense, Mr. Reed. Young Mr. Evans has had quite the adventures of misspent youth. Isn’t that right, Peter?” “Yes. I’ve done a lot.” Peter answered. The judge chuckled. “Have you learned anything?” “Quite a bit, your honor. Most of it they don’t teach in books.” Peter said honestly. That brought a laugh to the judge’s throat. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. See Peter, I was curious when I saw your offense, and your age, and your lack of record, so I decided to look a little deeper. The justice system doesn’t get many opportunities to reach young offenders before they get chewed up and spit out. You’re highly intelligent, and to hear your teachers tell it you are some kind of golden child. Even law enforcement that you’ve interacted with before say you weren’t any trouble, you just either cause it or seem to be in the middle of it. A few stints in the juvenile system, all petty stuff, but even the counselors there say you aren’t like the other troublemakers. So I believe you when you say you get bored.” Judge Baker smiled at the prosecutor, Mr. Reed, and his dad. Then he changed his smile to a grin and looked at Peter. “You need direction. I don’t think you’re getting into trouble because you like being a criminal, Peter. I was a lot like you. Well you’re 18 and you can’t keep doing the same thing you’ve been doing. When I was 18 I joined the Army and I found direction. I think you will too. You most certainly won’t be bored. I’m amending the plea agreement. Defendant will enlist in the U.S. Armed Forces with the U.S. Army for a single enlistment. Peter, I want you to understand, it’s this or jail. If you don’t sign the enlistment papers, you go to jail. If you sign and don’t show up, you go to jail. If you go into the Army and then leave before your 4 years is up, not only will WE throw you in jail, but the Army will also throw you in jail, for much longer. Peter’s dad was whispering hurriedly with the lawyer, who was trying to calm him down. “Do you understand, Peter?” The judge asked. Peter nodded. “Yes, your honor. I’m to join the Army, and if I do that, I won’t go to jail.” “Excellent. Bailiff, will you escort the defendant and his team to the jury room? Peter, my good friend Sergeant Compton will get you all signed up. What’s the next case?” Bootlicker had to admit the judge had been right. He certainly wasn’t bored, and he did have a direction. It had been two years and he already knew he still had so much more to learn, skills, intelligence, military secrets. And Assmunch was going to absolutely love what he’d gotten ahold of from Col. Ulrich’s office. But he didn’t want to distract the Bravos from completing their jumps, so he’d sit on it until Friday night. Bootlicker remembered his talk with Gary about loyalty. Yeah, for the Bravos, he might actually take a bullet. Definitely for Assmunch, but probably for the other brothers too.

Poz doesn't indicate whether or not one is infectious. Undetectable does. Both terms are truth in advertising, although one gives a little more detail. Depending on the audience, one or the other term could be more relevant. I don't see a need to chose one term over the other or to vilify one term over the other.

It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]

Maybe I’m crazy, but can you tell if a guy has a big dick? Is this some kind of instinct? I think there is just a certain swag or confidence a guy has where I think “yeah he’s got a big dick.” Usually I’m right.

I love being fucked and filled by guys without ever seeing their faces. Sign me up

I think it's hard for anyone who hasn't been involved with family to truly understand how natural and right it feels. I've never felt anything so natural or right in my life with anyone the way that I do with my brother. It feels as if it was meant to be and I couldn't be any more relaxed than I am with him and I enjoy everything we do together. I know it is only sexual but it has bonded us in a way that I can't explain, and I know it's a bond that will never break.

This is so cool. I hope someday I will be able to say this! My dad and I learned together about gay sex and have been making love since I was 9. We have had our ups and downs and struggled with whether or not to continue but keep coming back to each other because it feels so right and good. I don't ever want it to end.

My dad started breeding me when I was 9. It was just him and I growing up so we fucked every day, until I was 14.

I think so. Guy's who are cocky or have a certain swagger usually are swinging a big one or least that's what I've found. I've got a couple buds who are TOTALLY like that, don't brag about having a big cock, but they're cocky, outspoken, confident, and all swinging massive cocks. Guys who are the most forward when I'm at the gym, a park, or the trails, typically is swinging a big one.

How's my hole?

The fact he tried to stealth me was such a turn on I didnt want to ruin for him, so i played along. He definitely enjoyed it, cant wait to go back and see if he tries it again or straight up tells me he's gonna do me raw

Anytime. That’s what I’m for.

Amazing. Your writing flows so beautifully, it's like one was actually there.

Bareback Breeding “Hungry hole needs breeding hung tops wanted. Door unlock from 8 pm to 1 am, IM for exact address. Age limit 35!” That’s what me description read, and I neede dick like crazy, I had just finished and exceptionally busy time at work and now I just wanted to lay down in bed and get me some. It took a while for messages to start trickling. They never formed a steady streak. But the attention I did get was more than enough. If nothing came from Grindr, I planned on heading over to the cruising grounds but that meant having to get on a bus, got into a forest and hunt for cock. Work had left me dry, I just wanted to lay in bed and fill me ass with cum. “Hey slut, get ready for a 5 incher.” His dick pick got me drooling, long and thick with protruding veins, just want me hole needed. I started fingering meself to get loose. Me dick was dead from overwork, whenever I was tiered it didn’t get up, unless I took a pill. That didn’t even bother me, cum dripping from me ass, was better than any orgasm. I was getting wider, I lubed one finger, then two went into and finally three. The door’s handle started to move, I could hear him coming in, I was ass-up on the bed. He didn’t like that. “Turn around slut, and suck me dick!” There He was all six feet of man, hairy, and well-built, he didn’t look like he worked-out at a gym but more like a farmer or construction worker. He smelled of sweat. As I was turning, I could hear him unzip his jeans, and out came his cock, he grabbed the back of me head. “Open your mouth, I better not feel any teeth. Ya hear me!” I couldn’t say I word “Open it wider.” His cock was thick, I could feel me jaw hurting. I didn’t care. “That’s it bitch.” I could taste a slight taste of piss, me limp dick was getting hard. He grabbed me ears and started pulling on them as if they were handles. “That’s it… Yea, bitch gag!” A buzz came from phone…that familiar, Grindr buzz. “More dicks coming. Can’t wait to see you getting fucked! But that ass needs some stretching.” He took his large dick out of me mouth, it was full of spit, threw me on the bed and positioned me doggy style. “That’s it.” I felt his tongue getting in and out of me ass, it felt good, and I was getting wet. Then he took his massive tool and pushed it in me hard, I almost screamed from the pain. “That’s it slut, give me your ass. I don’t wanna hear no screaming, ya get!” He started pushing harder and harder, then slower and slower, than faster. I was starting to relax and getting exactly what I wanted, I pushed me ass into his dick, as I was on all fours. “Bitch, I didn’t tell ya to move, ya ass.” He then slapped me face. I could feel blood going into me dick. “Ya don’t move without me sayin’ it!” More blood came to me cock. “I won’t anymore Sir.” He made me his slave. I could feel his hand pushing me back down, and now I lay on me stomach. He continued fucking me. Me back was covered in his sweat, and then I felt a cold breeze as he got up and sat besides me. “Now go on and get more dicks in, I think you’re good.” It took me a minute to gather enough strength to look at me phone, there were two guys that were interested. One was in his early 20s the other in his 30s. I gave them me address and waited. He lid a cigarette. “Come and suck me while I’m smoking.” It all happened fast, and he only had fucked me from behind I didn’t notice his jaw was outlined by a beard. “How long till, those guys show up?” he led out a puff of smoke “One said half an hour.” “Cool. Just cool. I got time. Go lay on your back slut.” He bushed me on me back, I could feel the bed ricocheting. He took me legs and bend me knees. Missionary was reinvented with new torrents of pleasure, who knew a G-spot could be touched so well. The door opened again, he was still fucking me, didn’t even wink. He spat on me face. “Here you go fucking slut, got your pussy nice and wet for the next guy.” Then he took his rock-hard dick out of me. Turned around, happy for the company. “Boy you better get over here.” The Boy’s dick was getting hard, from watching us. It wasn’t as long as His but it made up for it in girth. The stretching He gave me helped with the new rod. I was still laying on me back, the Boy came near me. Shoved his dick inside me. The Man laid on his back besides us stroking his cock, looking at us, pre-cuming because of us. I was gazing at man, wanting to suck him as I was getting pounded. “You got a fucking good hole, nice and loose. Ah yea. Love it” The Man gave me his dick again, fucking my throat. Wet at both ends drooling on his dick, gaging on it again. I got so hard it hurt. “You got a sweet mouth slut, keep gagging on it.” It tasted salty and bitter but felt sweet. His cum filled me mouth. It trickled on the side of me lips. “Gonna get going now.” Just like that he rose from the bed went out the door. Post-Nut clarity kicked in. “Lay on your stomach. Now! Bitch!” he said forcefully, but he had such a boyish face it almost seemed farcical. It was famileir. Could I have met him before? Forgotten him? Did he fuck me at some point in the past? Did it even matter? Unlike the Man, the Boy, typical for someone in his early 20s was much slenderer, still looking as if he had under 20% body fat, he wasn’t buff, nor was he some feeble twink. The Boy looked like the Boy! Once I was on me stomach, the most rigorous pounding started. His dick moved slowly, then fast, than slow again, then he would hit me prostate once in a while. I was getting wet. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I love your dick.” “Don’t worry, I won’t!” he said in a deep voice. “Now rise and go on all fours.” his voice was alluring, firm but calm, unlike The Man. The boy didn’t need to shout. “Yes sir!” I complied happily. “I’m yours do what you want.” He started pounding hard, I could barely hold me ass up for him, but I did it for the Boy. “Don’t move.” I did his bidding, even tough I wanted to go back on me stomach and just relax. “I’m cuming!” He filled me with his man juice, I had to go and suck him clean. While this was happening, something else happened. “Mr. Smith. I remember you.” I froze, in that instance, me memory started replaying scenes from years ago. The Boy’s name was Kowalski Benjamin, he was one of my former students…little could I imagine he would be hitting me in all the right places years later. As a student he didn’t eclipse anyone nor was he the dumbest in class, overall he didn’t impress… back then. “It’s me, you caught me, ass-up. You’re Ben, aren’t you. I think you were somewhere in the 9th grade when last I saw you, right?” “No, I was in the 10th. I guess with how many students you’ve had over the years, you can’t remember all of us.” He had a faint smirk, I could feel he was very satisfied from seeding his former teacher. “Time flies, it must’ve have been eight years ago, we last spoke.” Me teaching mode was starting to kick in, and all the attraction I felt towards him was dissipating into nothing. All it took were a few words for a non-post-nut clarity to kick in, that is getting to understand what you have done when you are horny without nutting. Ben was a silent boy, well-behaved, lived his own world, he didn’t seem to be part of any clicks, a simple kid, but now he was going to strangers and fucking them senselessly. Was he also getting fucked? Tonight was supposed to be an unwinding session from a month of testing, grading, creating new lessons based on the tests. Here he was a reminder of me career, there was no escaping me job! “Your hole sure is sweet, teacher.” me heart doesn’t start palpating when strangers come and breed me, but then it did, the new found realization was making sick. He had another smirk on his face when he mentioned the word “teacher”. The Boy was having the time of his life at my expense. “Do you mind if I smoke?” “No, teacher go ahead, you haven’t had anything in your mouth in a while, it must feel strange. Ha.” The nigh was indeed getting stranger and stranger, I wasn’t in the mood for a fuck anymore, the cigarette was an attempt to clam me down. “Give me one. Come on.” How can I refuse, he lid it. Maybe if I kept him busy with smoking, he would stop talking bullshit. “So you’ve moved to the city?” When I taught Ben, I worked in some small town in the middle of nowhere land, where it was mandatory for men to get drunk, beat-up their wives and just do a shit job parenting. I was always surprised when I saw some boys turning into fine men and when there were no teenage pregnancies in a class. Right now, I had a hot stud siting next to me, smoking. He grabbed me dead dick and started playing with it. “You haven’t nutted. I want you to cum.” He finished his ciggie and went down on me, started sucking me dick. I got hard. “Oh yea boy, don’t stop.” He could take it all in his mouth. The Boy had talent. “That’s it I feel it.” I came in his mouth.

Why is this even a question? The cum looks the same.

I was at the mall yesterday doing some shopping when I came accross this guy on the cafeterias bars and stuff floor. He kept staring at me for some seconds and then walked into the m'en s room... He looked familiar but it too me like one minute to remember where I knew him from. The guy with the glasses who fucked me together with the young bull at a porn theater some weeks ago ! As soon as I remembered, I went after him in the bathroom. There he was pissing at the urinal. When he saw me he went into a stall motionning me to follow him. I did. As he was finishing to piss I closed the cubicle s door. He smiled semi hard and said his wife was waiting somewhere. He hadn t finished asking "Can you do this quickly ?" that I was already on the floor waiting for him to put his big dick in my mouth. Salty thick married man s cock in my mouth. Heaven. He asked to fuck me but I wasn t up to it... "Not here", I said. "You give me your number then?" I answered something like SURE but with him throating me it sounded weird. "I cum in your mouth, ok?" I nodded yes and so he did, in the back of my throat. I swallowed. Clean. "Wow ! That load s better out of me!" I gave him my number, thanked him, and he left. I can t believe I didn t like him at first. Now he has my number and he ll probably be fucking me soon. I like that he s married and gives good fat cock.

Went ass up face down last night with another cumdump at the Days Inn. Changed our profiles listing cumdumps hosting at the hotel and room number. First guy that comes is a 20yr black guy with a nice big dick. He starts fucking the other guy, but the other guy has to tap out. He then mounted me and pounded me pretty good until he pushed and held his dick inside me as he unloads. As he pulls out he asks if I want another load. I replied that he could give me as many loads as he wanted. He pounded my ass for nearly a hour and dropped 6 loads in me. As he left another guy comes in and starts fucking the other guy. He switches and starts fucking me. Soon after he says he's gonna cum and drops his load in me. 7 loads in under 1.5hrs. Whew! Got a little break before another guy comes in and starts fucking me. Then he switches starts fucking the other guy as another guy comes in and begins fucking me. Shortly after a third guy comes in and watches as the 2 of us are getting fucked at the same time. I heard the guy fucking the other bttm say fuck I'm going to cum as he unloads. As he pulls out the 3rd guy gets behind the other guy and startd fucking him. At this point I kind of got lost in moment. Eventually both guys ended up cumming in me. Got another short break but then had a couple more guys come through. I ended up taking 12 loads total for the night. Tried to post an after pic with tally marks, but can't get the pic to attach. Added the pic to the gallery under my profile.

Earlier this morning with a 20 year old off Daddyhunt. He's a student, back home from university for a month and feeling bored and horny. He was up for being fucked and happy to do it bare, though not on Prep. He sucked my cock for a while and then bent over to let me lick his arse. I licked him for a while and then slid my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. He was semi-hard as I fucked him and then he began to play with himself. I was getting close and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him really hard and after a while I shot a nice big load right up him. When I pulled out, he straightened up and I saw his cock, which was now fully hard - I couldn't believe how long and thick it was. He was quite small and slim, but his cock was massive. I sucked on it for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He rather shyly said he hasn't fucked much as he mostly bottoms but was up for it and soon I was bent over my desk, pulling my cheeks apart so he could get his big cock up me. He began a bit slow and hesitant, but then got his confidence and gave me a good hard fuck, depositing what still feels like a massive load in my arse. I told him he should top more guys and he says he will. Already arranged to see him again.

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

It was nice to finally let my limbs be free, though hanging as the floor had made me a bit numb. I didn't have to grip the chains as they were neatly locked onto. I was also incapable of moving with my legs being spread for the whole room to see. I finally saw the man that instructed Kyle. He was gorgeous. Even better looking than Master Pierre if I dare say. There was something pure in him that I sensed. His voice was gentle but affirming. When the lights above me got brighter, I was able to fully appreciate his physique. "I'm George. At this moment, try to think of this as a sort of mini break for you. It doesn't get easier, but you do become stronger and better in becoming one of us." If I saw George in public, I wouldn't have the courage to speak to him. His warmth during this ritual was unexpected, reassuring to say the least. The men in the room got closer now, circling the sling I was in with George right in front of me. . Slowly, teasing my hole with his cock, he passed me a few hits and held my head to kiss me. It's strange, his kiss was passionate, as if there was a kind intention behind it. He caressed my body, which was continuously sweating and brushed my hair, whispering to me how good this was for me. "Don't worry boy, this is all for your own good. You know you will be released from everything after this, your ability to control your desire after facing it for good." Another hit and he still circled the tip of his cock around my hole. "Do you want this?" "Yes.." "I need you to beg for it like you did before, but this time I want you to really mean it. Say what you want, we're all here to make sure you know what you want." "I really need your cock in me, Sir. Please, I beg you, give it to me." "Don't be to needy now.." "Breed me Sir. I need to have you breed me and transform me like the rest of you. Fill me your toxic load and use me as you please." "Very creative. Good boy." He was still teasing, and back and forth he asked me if I want it, which I never fail to quickly reply Yes in hopes that he finally enters me. "You're a good boy, you know that? Very obedient and knowing what to do. I like that bout you. Maybe Pierre here could let me coach you. If Markus here could proudly admit he's a cumdump, even though you wouldn't tell he could a few months ago, then I can't imagine how great you'll be." "I'll be better - I know I can." I panted, staring at his eyes, dilated on both our ends. "That's my boy...that confidence..it took a while for even Kyle to have the calibre you have. You got to spend more time in the gym though, so that once you gain the strength that these boys have, then I would consider you on the same level as they are now." He began pinching my nipples, releasing a soft yelp from me. He then examined my chest and my biceps, licking my armpit and spitting into my mouth. "You do have a better ass though, I've to admit. So tight and made for breeding." His index finger was now protruding me and I sighed in pleasure. Two more entered and as we locked eyes again, I mouthed "Please" as I couldn't hold my desire for his cock any longer. George nodded and in an instant, he drove himself into me, fast and gentle like never before. His pants, accompanied by the men's encouragement, persuaded me to try and rock myself into him, letting his arms clutch onto me. Never letting go even a single moment. Unlike the previous fuck tonight, George never broke eye contact. What he did was hypnotizing. He wanted to recognize the boy I am, the kind of hole I was meant to be, I could see in his eyes that he knew that about me. With each bead of his sweat dropping onto my chest, I was beginning to bond with him. It felt as if no one was in the room and that we were sharing an indescribable moment. I did not felt degraded but empowered, squeezing my hole on to him as he thrust his hole cock into me. He was longer than the rest, if I could estimate, George was wrecking my hole for almost 20 minutes. Even reaching climax took a while as I sensed it building up. He was panting louder than before, pecking me continuously, with our tongues dancing in mix of T, spit, cum and G. Both his hands were on my shoulder, close to the neck before he was about to cum. During this period, he started telling me his history with Master Vincent. "I don't usually do this, you know, talking to new recruits, but I know you and I have already started something special. I'll let you in on my story." Now, he was slowly rocking me, and the precum started to flow out of my hole. "Don't worry boy, I haven't cum yet. I can give Mikael a run for his money. Now, let me tell you how it happened.." His head rested on my shoulder now and his lips were on my right ear, giving it a taste and whispering how he joined. "A while ago, probably 2 years I think, I was recently divorced. I was bisexual, well still am and I realized that maybe I prefer men more. Real men. My ex-wife was great and we ended things well but I still wasn't satisfied, you know? I went to Pride, went to the bars and bath house but there was still something missing. I was already friends with Tina and it didn't get me fucked up like half the guys here, but still, when you have all the drugs in the world and you still feel hollow, what can you do?" I now see the parallels between him and I. Unlike him, I was ahead of the game. "Even the kinks didn't do it. And I sure wasn't into anything too [banned word]. Except for this. See, I met Master Pierre on a trip in Palm Springs and we clicked perfectly. He was also very candid with the things he did, explaining his reason to bareback, the Tina and the sex he does. When he told me the kind of recruitment he was doing and why he was doing it, it struck a chord in me that I knew was hidden." Fuck, he's getting me so excited and worthless in thinking that I was the only one who thought this way. "It was simple, I thought. Sure. Let me contribute to this mission of releasing our inhibitions but keep it exclusive, you see. That night, T was on me and Master Pierre tied me onto the bed of that all male hotel we were in. That jock you're wearing, was what I wore and boy that night, I finally found my calling. In addition to Pierre's seed, and the countless of guys who pounded me, I was in bliss. When Master Vincent arrived to give the final seed, I was relieved, satisfied and determined to live my life differently from then on. I worked out, improved the way I spoke and expanded this group you might think is a cult to what it is today. The day I knew I was poz, I bred 3 guys in the bathhouse. 2 who are here now." I looked at where George was looking and saw 2 guys who nodded. "You don't know what it's going to feel like, but I can assure you, you'll be free. I never looked back and I'm proud to continue this mission. Your youth only makes it better. I'm not just going to coach you but I'll also be your mentor if Pierre agrees. Do you want that?" "Yes, please, just breed me and fuck me good." "Haha, that's the T talking. Do you want me to guide you, Felix? "Yes Sir, I'll serve and train with you to follow your footsteps." "Now that's what I'd like to hear to make me cum. You want another charged load? One from Sir George, huh boy?" "Fuck yes." With a few thrusts, George finally came in me, and it was electric. Unlike the first two, I could really feel the warmth of his cum in me. To see him moan and release his load was absolutely rewarding. His sweats, still trailing down on his body shined and he rested himself on me, panting and pecking me again, biting and sucking my neck as a way to mark that I would be his. We continuously made out and just like that, he let go of me and looked to everyone as he said.. "Fun time over. Let's work this bitch to be one of us for good."

+1! Tells me the btm is slutty when his hole is well worn! That gets my cock rock hard knowing it

Part 2 Waiting for Master and his friends took ages. I was still panting from the pleasure I was feeling and th 8th film featured an Asian boy who was kneeling on a platform in front of Master, ready to be spanked and whipped. Master didn't hold back when it came to punishing the boy. Marks of scratches began to form on the boy's back that slowly started to bleed and Master's entourage circled around the boy, jacking off. "Looks like you need some moisturizing, don't you bitch?" The boy could only muster a soft "Yes, Master, please." He was pleading and what followed after was the circle of men coming onto his back. It was around 6 of them. Not a drop of cum touched the platform as the boys soon to be scars were now being soothed by warm cum. "Let it absorb, boy. We're going to make sure you get it." Master and the rest of the men then rubbed their palms over the boy, slapping in between while the boy continued to scream in a mixture of bliss and agony. The TV then turned blank and I suddenly saw myself in it. I never noticed that a blinking red light was illuminating from above and it then registered that I was being filmed since I got here. There was something about seeing myself in this position that turned me on and elevated me to compensate the lack of Tina I've been deprived of since Master left. Finally, Master came in in a different outfit than last night. "I hope you enjoyed my masterpieces. Soon, you'll be in one." Master then shotgunned me for the first time in 6 hours and I was rejuvenated. My eyes popped out again and Master gave me water while he untied my restraints. "Let's change up a bit. Spread yourself on the bed" The moist sheets under me reeked of my piss and the cum of those that deposited in the jar. Master was right. It was natural musk. I became acclimatized to it. After maneuvering myself, Master positioned me in an eagle form. I could only see the ceiling now with full view of the camera and a mirror. "You're holding up very well, aren't you? 7 out of 10 boys in your position right now would have begged me to release them or attempt to escape. Even with the drugs. Not you. You're comfortable where you are. It's time to meet my friends, boy." I could only look at Master's eyes and nod. "Very quiet now. Good. You're going to behave well with my friends and you're going to take whatever that they give you. Aren't you?" "Yes, Master. Anything you do to me, they can." "Good bitch. It's still early, boy. Not even a quarter of my friends are here yet" Soon, a few of Master's friends showed up. I calculated around 4 of them. If this wasn't a quarter, I expected at least 20 of Master's friends tonight. Master's friends were around his age and built similar to him. All of them had awakened a part of me that craved for older men. A daddy, a dom, who knows? Ask me last week if I would fuck a man over 30s and I would've laughed. Now, anyone with a strand of white hair would have free reign on my ass. Each of Master's friends inspected me, caressing and pinching me. I responded with growls of approval. One inserted his fingers into my mouth and I took it as if it was a lollipop. The other two started sucking my niple and the other began rimming me. I was in Heaven. Master only stood across me as if he was a monolith with that grin I first saw that catalyses me to be where I was. "Damn, you really got a pig here, Pierre." "How lucky of me. Take your time boys, this pig here is truly a dime in the dozen. I can tell that he will definitely love his gift." The thought of being poz now unfazed me. I was meant to carry Master's seed and be a part of him. It was only necessary for me to be seeded. As hard as I tried to avoid being reckless, I rationalized my need to be poz as a pathway to certifying me as a true cumdump. No more fear, as one of Master's friends whispered to me before sucking my ears and spitting in me. My body continued to feel the wave of hands that were touching me. This time, with oil to highlight my built and the effort I had put in the gym. Before I knew it, Master replaced the previous head harness with another leather one that only revealed my mouth and nostrils. Everything was in complete darkness and the rest of my senses started to heighten. The music was now louder and I could hear a bottle being put under my nose being unscrewed. Poppers. Finally. My ass was now breathing and the buttplug in me gyrated. Cum was still leaking out of it. Master pulled it out with no warning and I immediately screamed, with everyone in the room praising in unison. "Good fucking pig, that's it boy. Use that hole" Suddenly, I felt some form of string being tied to my bicep. "Now you've met Tina, boy. Time to introduce you to slam." I did not want to protest because everything I had consumed at this point left me with zero regrets. I felt a prick and within seconds, I started coughing rapidly. The rest of the men laughed and I now felt as if I was on another plane of existence where my only purpose in life was to be a hole and to serve. Nothing else mattered at that point. "Fuck yeah, I'm a pig. A cumdump who wants each of your poz loads. Breed me please!" I guess this is how Master got all his boys to cry out those fucked up things there were saying. At that point, having cum in my ass was all that mattered. To be deposited with each of their seed and satisfy them. Master rimmed me again and fed me with the cum from the plug that I was keeping. I tried to not waste a single drop as Master was also pecking me in between, biting my lips and spitting in my mouth. All while his friends were still probing my orifices. They took off the nipple clam I had and it was now replaced with a pair of nipple suckers. I continued to moan and wishing that I would remember this feeling forever. I haven't even been fucked yet and I've already reached nirvana. "Damn bitch, you really like to be a hole, don't you? A slutty pig? A cumdump?" All I could do was nod and say Yes repeatedly. "It's not even midnight yet, boy. We're still expecting company but I know you want some cocks in you now, don't you?" Yes, again I cried. "Now you're not going to get cum anytime soon, but Randy here can give you some more Tina that's a bit different than before." With that, Master's mouth shifted away and for the first time in almost 24 hours, I finally had a cock up in me. It must have been about 8 inches. I yelped and I could tell Randy was on top of me, piston fucking me as his drool dropped into my mouth that was rarely shut. "Nice fucking ass boy. Very nice. Surprised it's still tight. Don't worry, this won't take long, I'm just here to take a leak." Randy continued to fuck me and soon he got soft. Staying inside, he then whispered that I was going to take his T piss to continue the high. I nod and reached out for his kiss. He stayed in me for almost a minute, still as I felt his piss depositing in me. Warm, but not as thick as cum. It was unbelievable. Pulling out of me, Master quickly plug me back. I could only let out a sigh of relief and a smile while the men chuckled at how great and different I was. They brushed my head lightly and told me how well I was doing. "It's still early for me to say this but I'm just going to tell you that you're already halfway to becoming the cumdump you were born to be." Master then decided to take an intermission as his other guests were arriving soon. "You're not going to take a break, we are. Keep that plug in place and enjoy the sound." My restraints were tightened and my headgear was replaced with a gas mask. A tube was connected to a large bottle of popper poppers for me to inhale. The music then changed to a track that contained hypnotic trance chanting, with a voice over telling me to enjoy, cherish and accept cum. To be a cumdump. It was as if I was living in those popper training videos. Nothing compared to how I was feeling. All I could let out was moans of ecstasy and growls of pleasure. I wondered how I looked like in the TV but the reflection above me was more than enough. Unrecognizable was what I would describe. At the end of the audio, the voice encouraged me to repeatedly announce what I truly was. "What are you?" "A cumdump." "What are you?" "A cumdump" "What are you?" "A fucking cumdump!" I shouted, with pride as the audio ended. I heard clapping coming through the door as Master lead in a couple of new guys. Around 8 of them now. "Well, well, well. You keep surprising me, boy. Good job. Here are some guys I'd like you to meet next. There's more outside so don't get too greedy with them." As the men entered, another trail of men were observing from the door. A line was being formed. All of them were the kinds that I wouldn't have thought I would fuck. Matured, stocky & most of all, sleazy. Yet, still in shape. The youngest was probably early 40s. The oldest one however, around late 60s, had defined pecs and a 9incher. His veins were apparent and his biceps were still in tact. He also had a scorpion tattoo above his navel. He brushed pass by Master and approached me. "Pierre, your Master, got his seed from me. Everyone in this room has the same strain that originated from me. Pierre is your Master, but I am your Father. Do you understand that?" I nodded. "Good. You're going to get our seed, and you will receive this gift with gratitude. Our bond is forever and at your age, your duty is to recruit and gather more holes like yours for us to use as we please. This is the task that was given to boys before you and we have expectations. Understood?" "Yes." "Perfect. Now friends, let's fuck this whore and show him our world."

Here’s a little story of how I found myself spun and took 7 loads from 6 different guys in the span of 4 hours! It started off with me caving to temptation and downloading Grindr while I had the place to myself. I wasn’t having any luck on A4A or BBRT so I figured fuck it, let’s give it a shot! First guy (not included in the 6 guys) that came over turned out to be not something I was into at all! He was one of those weird awkward guys and he smelled, not in a good way. I pretty much cut him off immediately and asked him to leave. I did say that if he plans to hook up again he should probably shower and wear clean clothes. 🤮 just the thought makes me sick still! Anyways I was about to give up on Grindr when I get a message asking if I’m still free? He says he’s on for and can be to my place in 30 minutes and he’d fuck me raw😈 That peaked by interest but didn’t want to wait up that long and have him flake. I told him that if he’s serious to keep messaging me and if he suddenly ghosts me that It wouldn’t happen. As we’re chatting I’m making sure everything is ready to go when he mentions parTying. While that sounded fun I told him I wouldn’t be able to do that tonight but he could. He was at my place in 20 minutes so I had to rush and meet him at the food gate because I didn’t give out my apartment #. I see this white guy about 5’9” and weighing about 145, not my ideal type but he had a nice dick. Bring him into my place, I’m getting nervous and awkward because I’m already in just a jock and he’s fully clothed. I start to undress him down to his boxer briefs when he pulls out his kit. He pulls out this pill bottle with a baggie inside and his pipe. The shards in that baggie were some of the best I’d ever seen, must have had an 8balls worth of premium T. His pipe was a little less impressive, covered in soot (which for some reason drives me fucking crazy when I’m spun) but the glass was of pretty good quality. He opens the baggie and puts two nice shards in to heat up for himself. Oh the sight of that brought back many fond memories, the sound of the shards in his baggie and the sound of them in the glass drove me wild! Still though, I wasn’t going to partake just watch. We go into the laundry area because I don’t want my whole place smelling like dope when he lights up and starts heating the pipe. Even the sound of the lighter drove me wild with lust for the old days! As the T starts to crackle and melt, he’s rolling it side to side and stops to let it cool down. The soot was covering most of the bowl and irritating me because how could he tell it melted properly if he couldn’t even see it, so I get a kitchen towel, wet it a little and let him use to wipe that nasty soot away and for something to cool the pipe down after he hits it. Once he wiped the soot away a saw this heavenly bowl coated with some premium crystals! He lights up again, my mind is going a million miles a minute with having heard the lighter, the crackaling of the ice, the sound of him hitting the pipe, the sight of it melting, the smoke in the bowl, and the smell of it. After he takes a fat hit and is about to blow the smoke out, I found my lips pressed against his shotgunning that fat hit into my lungs! As I’m taking the smoke in I feel my lungs spasm with excitement, my heart starts pounding, my anxious shaking stops, my dick gets hard as fuck, and I feel my ass looses up! As I exhale what was left of the smoke 💨 I’m suddenly feeling ALIVE and wondering why the fuck I waited this long to parTy (it had been about 3 years)?!?! He took another two hits, shotgunned them to me both, and handed me the the pipe! By this time I’m beginning to fly and wonder how soon his dick could be in my ass which now felt like it was on fire with lust! I cleaned all the soot off the pipe and began my meticulous process of smoking.... To be continued, let me know what you think.

I was off work on Monday and was really horned up. I haven’t been hooking up much lately—activity fell off during the pandemic and have never really picked up to my old cumdump ways again. But I really wanted some cock on Monday. Did all the prep/clean out then went on the apps to start the cock hunt. Chatted with several guys on BBRT, A4A, Growlr and Scruff but couldn’t close the deal with any of them—would get pretty far and then the guy would flake. I decided to try Sniffies despite it never being very successful for me—I live in a very suburban neighborhood and the closest guys are usually miles away near downtown. But, I was horny as hell—been edging and fingering my hole for a few hours at this point and was willing to make a long drive if it meant I got cock and a load. To my surprise, Sniffies showed another guy (anonymous profile) about 900 feet from me! Within a few minutes he messaged me. He said he was painting a house a street over from me and was horny and really wanted his cock sucked. He said he was straight and Latino (I was guessing English was a second language from the messages) and he just wanted someone to suck him off. He said he was working alone at the house and I could blow him there. He sent me a pic and he was good looking—Latino, probably about 40 with a dad bod and had a nice thick uc cock. I told him I’d walk by the house in a few minutes. Headed over there and saw him outside painting. He looked at me and I nodded and he reached down and squeezed his crotch and smiled at me. He motioned toward the front door of the house. He opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open so I could follow. I followed him into the house and closed the door. This was clearly an unoccupied home in the middle of a rehab (there’s been a good amount of real estate flipping going on in my neighborhood). It was hot & dusty (the AC wasn’t on)—no furniture and lots of fixtures covered in plastic. He faced me and unzipped his paint covered pants and exposing his cock. He was probably about 6.5”, uncut and really thick (it was of those cocks that get really thick toward the middle) with a really furry set of big low hanging balls (which I LOVE). I dropped to my knees and began licking his balls first, then moving to suck his cock. I sucked him for about ten minutes—he was producing a lot of precum, but didn’t seem close to cumming. Finally, the combination of heat and my knees on the hard, dusty tile got the best of me and I needed a break, so I stopped sucking and stood up to face him while continuing to jack his cock. To my surprise, he reached out and kissed me, which I wasn’t expecting from a straight guy. He reached around and put his hand down the back of my shorts and started groping for my hole. Of course, my natural instinct is to spread my legs to give him better access and I moaned as he brushed my hole. That seemed to turn him one and he penetrated me with his finger, which just made me moan louder. Luckily, I was still fairly well lubed from where I had been fingering my self earlier. He pulled down my shorts completely, then turned me around the opposite direction. I suddenly forgot about the heat and the dust, and I felt his uc cock head push at my hole. Between his precum and my earlier lube, there was enough lubrication. He pushed his thick cock all the way into me and bottomed out at his hairy balls. He fucked me hard for a few minutes then slowed down, but I needed it hard. I started to fuck myself hard against his cock, taking the full length at every stroke. I was like a man possessed on that cock and couldn’t get enough or hard enough. Within a few minutes I came without even touching my own cock. His pace and breathing pick up and I know he’s close—I think he asked me if I wanted him to pull out, but I just yelled for him to breed me. A few seconds later his shoots a huge load into my hole. I quickly pull my shorts up and it’s pretty clear he’s ready to get back to work. He’s back to being the straight working man again, but I’m the one with his cum in my cunt. I went home and put in my biggest butt plug so I could keep his load in me as long as possible. Needless to say, I place a much higher value on Sniffies now!

I make it a point to tell the guys I'm going to fuck I am poz, and if I am lucky enuf to meet another poz they always answer undetectable. makes me fukn crazy. just say your poz, fuck that undetectable shit U=u has corrupted the pozs

This. Though it's up to 112 now. You can sort the stories by start date, and that makes it easy to see that each page holds a month or two of stories at the usual rate of writing. To put it another way, people here read a lot faster (and more) than they write.

Wow that is my wish. To have a permanent sloppy well fucked hole. Nice

Its a blurry line for guys at the gym between straight and gay. When I first started going I felt like I was the only gay guy, but I soon realized most of the guys there were closet cases who wanted to be buff so they wouldn't be perceived as gay. They were checking out other guys, liked having their shirts off to see who was checking them out. As they got more buff to show off what they had done. The truth however is off the workout floor. I see a lot of guys hanging out shirtless or even naked, on their phones. I can make out the screens they're on including kik, Grindr, and so on. Some are looking at porn. Guys linger in the sauna with their towels off so guys can see their cock, loiter by the showers or bathroom. I know what time it is. They think they're sly but I see them going back to the showers with another guy. Or suddenly covering up with a towel as I enter the sauna. I know they were jacking for another guy. I do it too. Even the "straight" muscle guys who love to talk to you seem to be surprisingly uninhibited and like to watch and check out other guys. I question how "straight" they truly are, but am cool with them defining themselves as they wish to.

Right? i encounter this all the time. Screen name: "Topforyou" or "Cockforyou" or "Dickinyou", then you read the profile and it's all about him wanting to get fucked lol. my screen name is positionally neutral, but my profiles so clearly spell out i'm total bottom, both pics and words. i rarely even have a pic with my penis in it, but i do have several with it tucked. lol, i usually put those in the 'private' pics section because they're pretty kinky and not everyone will understand those pics without some conversation.

Seeing your name on a gay site, being married does not occur to me, i immediately think you are in chastity... maybe a double entendre? Ditto Bootman. i get it. i was married to a woman 31 years. my freedom came when i finally figured out that my very real cage was not my marriage, but the beliefs that kept me married, not the marriage itself.

Chapter 13 I was sitting in the medical centre waiting room with a very nervous Sally. We were doubling up the appointment, I was going to receive a definitive diagnosis and Sal was having the quick test. We were called in to see Gino. ‘Please sit down Sally ‘ Gino said after we were called in. ‘ I understand you are nervous , but try not to be, there’s nothing to be scared of, as Neil will tell you’ . I nodded. I noticed Archie wasn’t in the room. ‘Where’s your assistant?’ I asked. ‘Oh, Archie , he’s called in sick again he’s been off now for three days, he thinks he’s picked something up at a party he went to’ Gino replied , winking at me. ‘Ah, ok’ I said. I was hoping that I had spread my own gift. Gino quickly took a blood swab from Sally and Eagan for the quick test, explaining what he was doing, and that there would be a thirty minute wait for the quick test result. ‘Are you ok with Sally here knowing your formal result? ‘. Gino asked me. ‘Yes no problem’ I replied. ‘Well , you are confirmed as being Hiv positive as I’m sure you guessed’ he told me. Do you want to keep the same med regime we discussed last time ? ‘ ‘Er yes please’ I said, well aware that that was none at all for the time being. ‘Ok well we’ll have a follow up appointment in six months but in the meantime If you have any worries you have my number. ‘ We then waited in the reception for Sally’s result. She just looked at the floor saying nothing, until she asked ‘ Aren’t you worried about being poz?’ ‘No, I’m honestly not. It helps me be who I am, I don’t have to worry about getting it now, and I’m in control’ , as you’ll see when we go to the parlour.’ I had agreed to go with Sally for her test if she came to Steve’s tattoo parlour with me afterwards. She had always liked tattoos but had never had the courage to have one. I was hoping she would take the plunge. ‘Sally’ her name was called and I went with her back to see Gino . ‘ Well Sally, I can tell you that you have tested positive and that more than likely this will formally be confirmed with the full blood test, Like Neil’s was. You are Hiv positive.’ Sally looked ashen but I found it hot, my best friend also poz. Gino talked through the meds situation but I could see Sally wasn’t taking it in. She just wanted to leave. We walked outside and she just burst into tears. I tried to console her. ‘There’s nothing you can do, just embrace it and own it girl’ I told her’ come on I’ll show you. ‘ We walked to the tattoo parlour and came in the door and both Steve and Phil were there . ‘Hello stranger’ Phil commented. ‘ who’s your friend?’ ‘This is Sally’ I replied’ I’ve had some good news and want to do something about it, and she’s had some not so good news and is feeling sorry for herself’ ‘ok do tell’ Steve joined in the conversation. ‘Well we’ve both tested positive, we’re both poz’ I added’ so I need some work doing, and Sally here has always wanted a tattoo but has been too scared to come before. ‘ Well congratulations to you both on your new status, I’m sure you will enjoy being members of the club. ‘ Steve smiled ‘Ok you come with me , Sally can go with Lana and talk through some designs, she’s really good with first timers’ I hugged Sal and went to the back. ‘Phil here will tell you what you’re having’ Steve said. I made myself ready as I watched Steve prepare. He set to work, inking in a biohazard symbol in my shaved pubic area and a small decorative + sign at the back of my neck. Phil wants you to have a final piercing, are you ok with it? Not that you’re going to say no’ Steve said. I nodded and Steve numbed my cock. I hadn’t expected this but could see I was being given a Prince Albert. Fuck that would look hot I thought . I wondered whether Sally would get anything . When Steve had finished his handiwork he told me to drink lots of water for a week to minimise infection, I stepped out into the main shop a little sore. Sally had just come through. ‘Well what did you get?’ I asked her. ‘She was really good ….. and took to it like a duck to water. She got a small black widow spider just down from her hip towards her pussy and liked it that much she wanted another near the top of her back. I looked as Sally turned to show me. Lana had cleverly incorporated a biohazard into the black widow design. I wasn’t sure Sally understood the message but it looked hot and sexy. ‘Look, I think you two will be ideal guests for a party for a client of mine ‘ Phil said ‘ you can come and will be well paid’ ‘Paid?’ Sally queried. ‘Yes you have to chat to guests , entertain them that kind of thing’ he said. I had an idea what ‘entertaining’ Phil had in mind, though I wasn’t sure Sally did. ‘You would be paid £1,000 but you do need to stay til the end , you can’t disappear after an hour’ I was definitely in, but waited on Sal. ‘ I could do with cheering up I guess and the money will be handy, It can fund a short holiday! Ok I’m in. ‘ Sally said , ‘Me too ‘ I added. ‘Ok we’ll be in touch’ Phil said. . I was horny at the thought of being broken in to a proper party, but kept my thoughts to myself. The days to the weekend dragged, Sally was down but we had a heart to heart and she had been researching being poz and had come to terms with it a little more by the weekend. We were due to meet at Joe and Luke’s before heading into town. Sally and Ty arrived together and we had a couple of drinks. I then stood up and said I had an announcement to make. ‘We know you’re a cocksucker now ‘ Ty joked , ‘you don’t have to come out’ . ‘No this is different, I’ve joined a new club’ I continued ‘ Which one ?’ Joe said , ‘Is it in town?’ . ‘No not that type of club ‘ I replied , unbuckling my belt and pulling down my jeans and boxers showing my PA and biohazard tattoo. ‘I’ve joined club Poz ! I apparently converted about a week and a half ago and tested poz last week! , Though it was a routine check as I didn’t know ‘ I lied, for the sake of Joe who was looking aghast ‘ Congrats on becoming a proper bottom Neil!’ Luke hollered, ‘see Joe that’s what u need to do !’ , We are going to have a proper night tonight.’ ‘And me’ a small voice said. I hadn’t planned on mentioning anything about Sally. It was hers to own. We all looked round, Sally was bright red ‘ And me’ she repeated ‘ I’m poz as well I converted this week too’ ‘Sorry Ty’ ‘Nothing to be sorry about babe’ I’m cool with u being poz’ I don’t know my status but I’m guessing I need testing too!’ Ty lied, catching my eye. I kept silent. ‘But I guess I may be’ he added. ‘Only you now Joe to make the trip’ Luke hollered’ Let’s see where the night takes us!’ …………………….

My uncle was my first when I was 13. He was early 40s. Started with skinny dipping, then naked in sauna. Showed me straight porn mags. nothing ever forced - “just guys helping each they out.” Fucked around with him well into my late 20s. Was a hands on sex Ed. Loved it.

Me and everybody I knew growing up was playing with one or more relatives. Most guys I knew were all bi and enjoyed getting a nut with anybody they could. Nobody thought anything about it until gay started to be talked about a lot on TV in a feminine and negative way. Before that the word didn't exist and guys were connecting every chance they could get.

My Dad set me up with my Uncle and Cousin for a 2 week vacation - breaking me in on Dicks and Sex before coming home for my Dad Dick !

Same here. Dad started me on cock early. Now addicted to it.

My own first encounters were with some slightly older neighbor boys when I was 5. We sucked each other in my backyard dog house--we were small and young enough we could fit, and I didn't have a dog. Lasted about a year. It was the perfect hiding place. Shortly thereafter I sucked off two of my cousins in their shared bedroom and in their storage closet under their stairs. I think I was 6 or 7? They were 1 and 2 years older than I was. Years later, when I was 14, the youngest cousin and I rekindled our memories and played again, but by this time we knew enough to realize we weren't experimenting anymore. It was a mutual choice, and we once again exchanged blowjobs. Our encounters were far and few between because we lived far apart. We stopped playing by the time I turned 16. I rarely see him now, 35 years later. Those encounters helped me feel confident to keep exploring as I got into college, and led me to some awesome kinky fun and a very healthy fantasy life. I've come out as a gay man, and he's married. And I don't regret it at all. It is one of the things that has defined who I am. I once had a counselor try really really hard to convince me I was molested, but no--I knew that I wanted it, and I knew I wanted more. I wasn't abused and it didn't "scar me". I think a huge part of the guilt/shame/confusion/helplessness that sometimes develops comes from the people around us, not from our own understandings of what happened. I was a mutual participant and I enjoyed the hell out of it, and I refuse to accept their framing mechanism of it. Incest isn't for everyone, but it worked for me. And I'm quite proud of the kinky [banned word] fucker I grew up to be.

PS You never had a choice to begin with Brother and his friends: Were your practice tools Uncle: Was your "how to be cumdump" trainer plus he rented your ass out Father: fulfilled your daily craving for cum Boyfriends/Daddy's/Master's: turned you into AIDS BAIT

What are your opinions on these. I've previously not really been much for them, but recently i've seen some that really show exactly what a guy is packing. It might be more the exhibitionist in me...plus the slutty bottom that wants to see exactly how big the cock is that will be up me soon.