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Got a good session at the local park the other day, was cutting through mid afternoon and took a bit of a circuit …thought it would be a bit early for any serious fun and spotted a tradie lad …thought he was pissing against a tree till I saw an old bloke sucking his knob …they must have heard me walking through the bracken coz the lad looks round and the old bloke was on his feet and running off before I even had a chance to join in. The lad was 20s and fit ish ..some tats and a really white cock and arse (mega tan lines and sunburn) He’s trying to put his cock away but im like giving him a grin and he stops and nods down at it …im on my knees and sucking his wet cock getting my tongue under his forskin (love a foreskin) …he’s got a nice hairy arse and crack and im working my fingers against his taint and up towards his hole …he tastes ace and smells of fresh sweat and lynx His cock is rock hard in my mouth and im rubbing his hole with a wet finger He’s like “want me to shoot in ya gob mate or want to fuck?” Yeah im up for a fuck …”ok mate but not here though” (bit disappointed bout that) …”vans just over there” …nodding to the little road …(better 😉 ) We get to his van and get in the back …its well hot ..im already sweaty …but there’s room and the floor is padded Hes on his back pants off cock hard and im sucking and get back to fingering him …he pulls some lube and said want to fuck me ? …Im usually a bottom but Im already wanking and wet my cock seems to want to …so sure He gets on all fours and I can’t help but eat him for a bit while wanking him …he’s making some well interested noises …till he’s “mate please fuck me” …I line up and wipe my pre cum on his wet hole before slowly sliding in bb…fuck mate u in me bare ? Duh! He’s red-hot inside tight and slick. Yeah mate ….cool he said …I fucked him for several min getting deep as he relaxed in to it …then told him I was going to cum in him and he was fucking loving it Shot a big load deep in him then got him on his back and sucked his load out of him while fingering his cummy hole Prob took us longer to find our pants and trousers in the back of the van that it took to blow our loads …got out the van covered in sweat looked like id been dunked in the pond anyone that saw us must have know we’ed been fucking Cool 😜

PART 3: Chaos deepens I sat there for a few moments, trying to work my phone. I opened the apps and saw a few messages here and there. As I wrestled with the phone, I felt a cool touch on my leg. A bottle of poppers, the same bottle of poppers I had used earlier, left behind. I really enjoyed them and they made everything feel extra heightened but I felt too overwhelmed to even think of using them now. I checked Grindr and saw a message from a blank profile about 200 meters away. I guess I was? Wasn’t I? I just sent him my location without thinking much else. It took too much effort to even do that, but I figured. What the hell. Im already fucked. I could barely get that message out. I was so out of it. I was also mostly messaging with one hand. My free hand kept going to my asshole, rubbing the cum inside my hole. It felt loose and when I touched it I felt so alive. Another man had cum inside me and I could tell I wanted more. And I wanted it anon. I started crafting another message when his next one came in. I wanted to say, “I want it anon. Ill be ass up and waiting.” But when I read, then processed his next message, I thought, does anything change? Fuck it. No it doesnt. This was it. I was going to get another round. I had saw a few other messages from other hot accounts, but I spent all my energy on sending these messages. I felt like I had reached a peak state of fuck energy. I just wanted to get used. I put down the phone and rolled over, ass up. I resumed the position I took for the earlier guy and I started huffing poppers. I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I felt the air in the room change. I wasn’t alone. He was here. I didn’t know anything about him and overall, our engagement was much shorter than it was with the guy who railed me earlier. I heard clothes hit the floor as he shifted himself up and onto the bed. “You wanna suck me until my friend arrives?” He had a bit of an accent. I took that as a command. I took a hit of poppers, shifted a bit but kept my face down, and shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I heard him make sniffing noises as his cock got hard in my mouth. “You partying?” I just moaned. It was getting late and I suppose I probably looked high. I was grinding my ass up and down, while sucking this strangers cock. I never saw myself as a partier, but here I was, high and getting used by anonymous men. “You want a rip?” I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of white powder on the end of a key. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t feeling hesitant about anything. I leaned forward and sniffed and put his dick right back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. We are going to share you and you can have some fun with us, okay?” I just moaned again. “My friend likes it really discreet. Do you mind if I cover your eyes with something?” I couldn’t quite place the accent, but it didn’t matter. His cock tasted and felt amazing, I was really feeling the extra effects of whatever powder I just snorted, and I was so incredibly horny. I took another hit of poppers and moaned, “okay…” I didn’t intend it to sound so hesitant, my mind was made up and I was ready to step it up, but I also couldn’t believe I was doing this. He leaned over me and grabbed something out of his bag. Then, putting his hands on my head and fucking my face he said, “alright, he is nearby. You ready?” He slipped something over my eyes, a t-shirt, or bandana, whatever it was, it was soft but it completely obstructed the view. While his dick was still in my mouth he said, “Take another rip. We are going to get you fucked up.” He pulled out, grabbed my head, and positioned the powder in front of my nose. I snorted, and just as I did I heard the door open and close again. What a satisfying sound. “Hey. He is ready for you. Dive in. He is partying too.” I felt a tap on my leg and the weight of a body move up behind me. I had no idea who this was. We didnt even chat. Now I was high and getting higher, already filled up with cum from another guy, and here I was about to get used by two more. What. The. Fuck. I needed it. Maybe this is who I was supposed to be? I felt fingers at my hole. “Is this cum or lube?” It was a different voice. I just moaned, barely able to form words. He didn’t wait for a response. “Doesn’t matter. It will be cum soon enough anyway.” I heard the sound of a bottle, presumably lube, then I felt him shove his fingers in my hole. Something felt different right away. It wasn’t just the fact that I had been fucked, it was also a new sensation. Something tingled, stung a bit, and just… just felt different. He jammed fingers in and out of my hole while I was getting face fucked by this other guy. He stopped abruptly as the guy inside my mouth pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. “Yeh… rail this bitch” The energy shifted. The guy behind spread my ass cheeks, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole and then I felt him completely inside of me. He dove deep, just like instructed. The guy at my face planted his dick back in my mouth. Both kept up a steady rhythm. Guy in my ass laid it on me heavy, moving my body up and down with the bouncing of the bed. Diving deep and pulling out all the way so just the head was inside with each stroke. It felt amazing. It was really rocking me in ways that I experienced with the previous guy, but it also felt extra. My hole and lower half of my body felt like it was tingling, light, and euphoric. I could only grind my body up against his as he shoved himself deep inside me. He pulled my hair and my head back with one hand, grabbing my neck with the other. The other guy’s dick came out of my mouth leaving a long strand of spit behind that fell on my face and neck. “Take some more”. A key was placed at my face. I snorted. Hands were shoved in my mouth. I licked. It felt like there was a tingling in my mouth and head that was spreading down me to meet the tingling in my lower half. I was flying and loving every second. I wasn’t hard anymore, just a soft wet cock with strands of cum and lube running down my taint and balls. The guy in my ass was making bit wet slapping sounds as he plowed me. It felt like he was close. Suddenly he pulled out and I heard him grunt. The guy that was in my mouth leaned over and I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart, followed by warm spray of cum all over my hole and ass. “Fuck yeh. Lube him up.” He shoved his dick back inside me for a couple more pumps then dismounted. Tingles everywhere. “Have fun.” That was also that was said again between the two. The sound of clothes being put on then the doors opening and being shut soon followed. The other guy was on the bed, but just leaning back a bit, not fucking my face or touching me. I took a moment to sniff some poppers. Before they even hit I started grinding my ass up and down. “Fuck dude. You are hot. I wanna fuck you, but I dont think I am ready to cum yet. You cool if I invite someone else over?” I could barely speak but my body was telling me I needed to get filled. Now. “Okay.” I didn’t sound hesitant this time. I sounded desperate. “Fuck yeh.” He slapped my ass hard and shoved his fingers inside. I felt every bit of his fingers. The texture of his skin, the knuckles, the base, everything. It felt like I was a part of him. “I just sent your address to a few guys. We are going to keep you partied up and pounded out.” Who the fuck had I become?

We chatted for about three weeks on bbrts before actually meeting for the first time. He had photos on the site and had sent more when I'd asked but, he was much better looking in the flesh. 20 years old, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, which looked completely unblemished from the little on show. Almost six feet tall with a slim, fit body. His short dark brown hair was expensively cut and combed away from his very good looking young face. We'd already discussed at length what he wanted but I wanted to meet him in person. Firstly to make sure he was genuine and not just another flake who wanks himself off while fantasising and to make sure he knew what he was really getting into. The coffee shop where we'd made arrangements to meet was fairly large and spacious. It was almost three in the afternoon so the lunch crowd had long gone. There was only an elderly couple and a small group of young mums killing time before the school pick up. Dave was a little nervous I could tell. He kept looking away to make sure no one was approaching or listening in to our conversation. Had we not met for the reason intended he was the sort of young guy I would look at and imagine what he looked like naked, think I'd like to have sex with but, know I wouldn't stand a chance with in normal circumstances. Why would a twenty year old kid even notice a fifty year old greying, bespectacled guy who was past his best physically. But, these weren't normal circumstances. We'd met to discuss me breeding him. His overwhelming desire, so he told me for me to fertilize him, impregnate him, knowingly infect him, poz him. I had known these desires myself. They had been so strong and dominated me for so long, that I to had gone in search of someone to give me their infected seed. I remember my conversion so vividly. My desire, fear, apprehension. The guys face, his eyes, seemingly, staring into my very soul. The sweat dripping off his fat reddened face and his fat stinking body as he plowed my arse with his large cut cock. I remember the pain and how sore my hole was as he rammed himself into me without any lubricant. He fucked me hard for at least forty minutes. His cock tearing at the soft internal flesh and large balls slapping on my arse. As painful as it was I never asked him to stop or slow down as I wanted his toxic sperm so badly. I didn't think he would ever manage to cum but eventually he began grunting, his eyes wild looking and his face even redder. I closed my eyes and had a mental image of his cock sliding inside me back and forth, in and out. Suddenly he shouted 'Yes' and thrust himself into me hard and deep, up to the hilt. I could feel his body convulsing, his cock pumping his seed into me. In my mind's eye I could see his cock, now deeper than before inside me, pumping a large creamy stream of thick positive cum up inside me. I could see individual sperm swimming, looking to fertilize me, make me pregnant. Suddenly my breeder collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating profusely. He stank but I loved the smell. His tongue found my mouth. His breath smelt as well and loved that to. I wanted to remember every detail of this fuck. I knew it had changed my life forever. As I sat at the table looking at this handsome young man, remembering my own conversion, I knew I would change his life forever to. I could feel my cock begining to swell in anticipation. I wanted to take him, fuck him and give him my babies. **To be continued**

Was horny as fuck last night. Got on to Grindr and hit up a bottom not too far away. He was younger and horny like me. We got chatting and arranged for him to be waiting for me ass up on his bed. I was about to head off when he asked if I'd wear a rubber. I said "No" He then asked if I'd pull out of his ass before I shot my load. Again I refused and told him I wanted to breed him. With that he said "I don't think that works for me" and we ended the chat. About an hour later I hadn't found anything and the first guy hit me up - he musta been well horny, he said "ok, you can fuck me raw and cum in me" I agreed and headed over to his place. True to his word he was on all 4s, ass up on his bed. Stocky hairy cub with a beaut ass. I stood behind him, dropped my jeans, grabbed his waist and shoved my bare cock deep in his ass. I gave him loads bareback verbal as I was fucking him "your bare ass feels great, it's better raw, ain't it, I'm gunna load you deep, aww fuck, I'm, gunna cum, yeah you want this, I'm breeding ya now." I pumped my seed in him, pulled up my jeans and left. I totally loved that he submitted to my raw cock and took his breeding.

This captures a lot of feelings that I share, as per usual. I'm seeking the top breeder's pleasure and release, as that gives me strong fulfillment. My goal is to stay eager and receptive to him for as long as he needs to use me. Breeders can always tell how I'm responding to them by the amount of precum their fuck forces from my dick. A top breeder who sees the core of what you are and values and uses that as his nature tells him to is a joy. A few tops have forced me to cum before the fucking started either to take any focus on my pleasure away (I was already there), or to get my hole to be as tight as possible for them (I can do that on request). Both of those can be achieved without making me cum. As I feel a breeder's seed flowing inside me, I don't get the same feeling of deep contentment if they've made me cum. He's actually *lessened* my focus on his orgasm. That doesn't make much sense to me.

The younger the better, honestly I quash I had been younger. Fantasized about getting fucked rough, bred, and turned into a cumdump whore from the time I was in my teen years. Now that it’s happened I’m addicted and there’s no looking back 🐷

16. Jock from school fucked and bred me in a shed after school cause he saw me checking him out in gym class.

Chapter 4: Surprise Party By the third week at home, Markus was getting to be self-sufficient in many areas. Going out by himself was still a non-starter, except for the immediate area around the building, but Andrew was feeling confident overall that he was improving. The memories were filling in rapidly, but still concerned almost entirely with the earlier part of Markus’ life, when he was still living in Germany. On the Monday of the fourth week, Andrew came home from one of his semi-regular visits to his office, where he was doing his best to stay on top of the needs of clients in his brokerage. He walked in the door of the condo just in time to hear a loud groan and an unmistakable “Aw, fuck!” At once he realized that this was not a distress call but a cry of unbridled passion. He headed down the hall and stepped into the master bedroom in time to see Henrik riding up and down on top of the erect cock of Markus, and plainly loving every minute of it. Andrew realized that Henrik was even sexier than he’d thought, with a firm round muscle ass and broad shoulders tapering down to a tiny waist. No doubt the abs and pecs would be just as spectacular. Markus said, “Damn! Should have closed the door.” Henrik, though, saw things differently. “Well, don’t just stand there gaping, Andrew, get over here and join the party!” “Him? Not a chance. I’ve been trying, but he just keeps going on endlessly about professional ethics. Okay, Andrew, you can see Henrik isn’t worried about his professional ethics at all, so what’s your excuse now?” Andrew had to admit that the two looked really hot together, going at it like that. And he definitely wanted to join the party, even if Markus still hadn’t figured out who he really was. Before he’d even reached a conscious decision, he was already discarding his tie and dress shirt, kicking off his shoes, and stripping off his trousers. His tight briefs went next, and he crawled up onto the bed, putting his hands around Henrik’s back to stroke his chest and play with his nips while he rode on Markus’ big erection. Henrik groaned loudly, evidently loving the tit play, and the feel of another rigid cock stroking his buns. But then he got other ideas, and said, “Bring that cock up here, I want to suck it.” Andrew scrambled to his feet and into position, feeding his cock to Henrik, and Henrik went right to town on it, sucking like mad as he continued working up and down on the solid cock in his ass at the same time. Andrew clamped both hands on Henrik’s head, holding him tightly over his cock as Henrik sucked and spluttered. But Henrik never lost concentration on Markus either, knowing that Markus didn’t have the stamina to drive hard into him – which meant it was his job to draw that load up and out. After so many weeks, he knew it was going to be a big one. And he could tell that it was coming soon. Henrik broke free from Andrew’s grasp and cried out, “Yeah, Markus, let it go. Cream my guts. Give me that whole hot load of cum deep inside me!” With that, he speeded up his riding motions and, in about ten seconds, Markus cried out and stiffened as his cock convulsed, emptying the load of a lifetime inside Henrik’s clenching, clutching cunt. Henrik kept riding more slowly until Markus finished cumming, and then pulled off. A stream of cum started flowing out of his hole, but Henrik saw Andrew jacking himself and quickly cried out, “Don’t waste that load, Andrew. Get that dick inside me and finish yourself off there!” Andrew pushed Henrik down onto the bed, and rolled him onto his face, then mounted him. Henrik emitted a squeal as Andrew plunged deep inside his hole in one long, hard stroke, then began pounding. As he went to town on Henrik like a piledriver, Markus said, “Fuck, that’s hot,” in a tone of mixed awe and envy. Henrik just kept wailing, “Harder, harder, dammit. Fuck me like you mean it!” “Shit, I’d forgotten how much I love getting sloppy seconds!” Andrew muttered. By now he was hammering out a rapid tattoo of loud “smacks” on Henrik’s firm round ass, and Henrik’s expert hole was working hard to bring him to climax. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” “Yeah, Andrew! Fucking breed me. Cum in my ass!” Andrew slammed in one last time and exploded, spurts of cum shooting into Henrik like jets from a firehose. “Oh, god, I can feel it pumping into me!” Henrik moaned. At last, Andrew ran out of juice and collapsed across Henrik’s muscular body, gasping for air. And then he felt a hand stroking his back and ass gently. It was Markus, touching him for the first time in almost two months. And it was Markus who spoke first. “Let me suck that dick clean, Andrew.” Andrew actually wanted to cry at those words, but he got into position, straddling Markus, and fed his slimy, slippery cock into his husband’s mouth. Andrew was overwhelmed with a torrent of emotions, feeling that expert mouth working on him again after so long but knowing that Markus still didn’t realize who he was. Markus pulled off and looked up at him. “Are you okay, Andrew? Hey, it’s just a blowjob, nothing to get so emotional over.” Andrew was at a loss for what to say. It was Henrik who intervened, gently. “Markus, I think he’s maybe getting feelings for you, and he’s worried because it’s unprofessional for him to do that.” Markus then said, “Well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell. Come on, fellows, let’s all cuddle.” Henrik lay down beside him and snuggled in against him, and Andrew – after a moment’s hesitation – lay down behind Henrik, pushing up against his back so he could reach across and stroke Markus while he pressed against Henrik. Later on, after they’d all gotten cleaned up and had dinner, Markus went off to bed while Henrik stayed to have a talk with Andrew. “Henrik, that was so hard to take. Everything at once, the past, the present, the future which is still so cloudy. I just don’t know how to handle all these conflicting feelings.” Henrik held him close in a comforting hug. “Andrew, I’m surprised you haven’t cracked wide open from the stress ages ago. It’s taking a long time for his memory to come back, longer than I expected for sure, and I think that even Doctor Preston is worried. It’s almost like he needs some sort of huge or startling stimulus to break through the key connection in his mind. Maybe this little three-way will help him make that breakthrough.” “I sure hope so. It seems like hope is all I’ve got now.” “Well, hang onto that hope. I’ve got to get going, but I’m always a text away if you need to talk.” “One question: do you come on to your patients a lot, or was this a special thing?” “Yes -- and yes. That’s to say, I come on to guys I’m sure are gay and who attract me. And yes, this is a special case. What happens to you and Markus has become important to me, on a personal level, and I’ve understood that there’s more healing needed here – by both of you – than just textbook physio. And just like Markus: I won’t tell if you don’t tell.” With that, he kissed Andrew goodbye, and went. Andrew was left to ponder it all, and he knew that he desperately needed to talk to the best listening ear a man could ever want. He picked up the phone and speed dialed Alcantara. “Andrew?” “Hi, Uncle Tommy. Sorry if I woke you up.” “I wasn’t sleeping. I was writing. What’s happening?” “I’m at an emotional crossroads.” “Tell.” Andrew proceeded to relate the whole story of the three-way and what happened afterwards. “Sounds like a fun time,” Tommy chuckled. “So, where’s the problem?” “As you could probably guess, I got pretty wound up about having sex with Markus again, especially because he still thinks I’m just a therapist helping him along. But it also got to me because Henrik, the real therapist, said something that made it sound like he’s getting feelings for Markus.” “Can you remember what he said?” “Something like, ‘What happens to you two is important to me, personally, and I think both of you need more healing than just textbook physio.’” “Interesting. To me, Andrew, that sounds like his feelings are more directed towards helping you and Markus than just getting it on, or getting involved, with one of you.” “Somehow, Uncle Tommy, it just feels all wrong to me, especially when Markus still doesn’t realize that he and I are much more than just a client and therapist.” “Is that all that feels wrong?” “No. It feels wrong to be helping another man have sex with my husband, because we were exclusive.” “I didn’t know that.” “It just seemed to us like the right thing to do.” “When did that happen?” “On our fifth wedding anniversary.” “Wow. That’s – what, fifteen years ago?” “Fifteen years this Friday.” “And you’ve both held to it?” “Well….” “Come on, Andrew, spill it!” Andrew proceeded to tell Tommy all about his two meetings with Jimmy. “There’s a lesson for you here, Andrew. About the whole thing of being exclusive. It’s great, if you can do it. Or you can take the easy way out and say, no, we don’t have to, that’s heteronormative. But that’s a cop-out, because it doesn’t clear up the emotions that are involved. Rich and I were exclusive for a while, but we couldn’t hold onto it. Each of us cracked, separately. I won’t go into the details now, but after we came clean to each other, we did all our outside playing around together. That way, we weren’t going behind each other’s backs, but we also weren’t confusing hot sex with love, because they are two very different things, of course. You cracked. Perfectly understandable under the circumstances, and I doubt very much if Markus would blame you for doing it. And he cracked, without realizing that was what he was doing or what he intended to do. So, it sounds to me like you two need to be more realistic about the idea of being exclusive, definitely talk it over once he’s back up to date with being married to you, and then maybe do something like what Rich and I did.” “Uncle Tommy, why is it that you always seem to have the best advice?” “Probably because I’m the one gay man in your life – Rich was the other – who’s had the life experiences that you need to know about, the ones that none of your immediate family can help you with, much as they love you. But there’s another thing here, Andrew. Markus has shown his hand, by showing that he wants to be with you. That means that he’s still the same man who reached out to grab you at the Pride Festival two decades ago. Whatever it was that drew him to you then, it’s still there and still working. One thing I’m sure of, you aren’t going to lose your man to anyone else. So don’t fret about that.” “Thank you so much, Uncle Tommy. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.” “Well, Andrew, I think I can answer that one. Some day, after I’m gone, you’ll be ‘Uncle Andrew’ to some young nephew, perhaps even the son of a friend, who needs help navigating the turmoil of realizing his identity. And you’ll do a great job of it, too.” With that, they signed off the phone call. Andrew then went through his nightly ritual of gazing at the special photo album on his phone, the one with all the best moments of his life. And there it was: the selfie of him with Markus, that first photo of Markus that he ever took, arms around each other and grinning happily into the camera at the Pride Festival. The welcome hug from Markus’ mom and dad when they flew to meet them in Cologne. The visit with his parents in Ottawa on the way back from Germany. Then the picture on their first visit to Uncle Rich and Uncle Tommy in Alcantara, the two couples standing together by the pool in speedos while the self-timer did its job from the nearby table. The wedding: a close-up of two hands with rings resting one atop the other, then the two of them kissing each other under the garden archway, the picture of the wedding party with their parents, and the one with Rich and Tommy, with the four of them all in dashing grey tuxedoes. By that time, Markus had become every bit as close to Rich and Tommy as Andrew himself. Andrew sighed and put the phone away. He knew that Tommy’s advice was solid. It was one thing to acknowledge that his uncle had been right, another altogether to accept that advice and make it his own. But he knew that he would try, because the alternative… it was a case of “that way madness lies.” On Tuesday, Henrik told them that by the end of the week they’d be able to move Markus to physiotherapy just three times a week, with Andrew handling two and Henrik coming in for the third and more intensive session. As they explained this to Markus, his face fell. “What, I finally got the two of you into bed with me and now you’re both going to run for cover?” “We both have our jobs to do, Markus, and other clients to care for. But Andrew can keep living here to help you out with going out and about, getting shopping done, and other errands like that. If you don’t mind, that is.” And Henrik winked slyly at Markus, then turned and grinned at Andrew. “Anyway, we’re still keeping you on the seven-day schedule at least until Monday at least.” On Wednesday, Andrew did the physio session but resisted the urgings from Markus to have some fun. Markus grumbled about “damned professional ethics,” but he accepted it. Thursday brought an unusual off-day visit from Henrik, who explained that he had a day off on Friday to travel back to Denmark for the funeral of one of his grandparents. He wouldn’t be back until Wednesday, so they agreed to defer the final decision about scaling back the therapy until then. Out of deference to his feelings, they didn’t indulge in any sex play but just sat around after the physio session, talking over a glass of wine, and then had Henrik stay to dinner. Markus insisted on preparing the steaks and salad himself. Andrew kept an eye on things from his seat, but there were no problems. It seemed that much of Markus’ kitchen skills dated back to his teenage years and that period was still pretty clear in his mind. Henrik and Andrew both complimented the dinner and thanked Markus for giving them such a great meal. By Friday, Andrew was getting edgy. As the time for daily physio was winding down, it was going to get harder and harder to sustain the myth of why he was living in the condo. What the hell was he going to do then? All he could think of was letting himself drift into a relationship with Markus while waiting for Markus to remember that they were already married. Not the worst fate, he supposed, but it still felt somehow like he was taking advantage of the situation, and of his husband’s incomplete memory. Not very logical, he admitted, but logic seemed to have no role to play in this entire mess anyhow. Friday, Andrew took Markus out to dinner at what had been one of their favourite spots, Café Chanterelle, down near the water. Markus didn’t remember it at all, but definitely enjoyed it as much as ever, particularly the house specialty of confit of duck. After dinner, they walked down to the park to enjoy the sunset. With summer coming on, the evenings lasted late, and on this clear Friday night there were many others, sitting on the grass, walking along the waterfront walkway, lying on the beach, or scrambling over the rocks by the shore. They managed to grab a bench facing the water, and just sat there enjoying the view. Markus was looking from side to side, taking in all the variety of water, trees, buildings, mountains, and the… “That bridge,” he said, half to himself, looking down the shore towards the Burrard Street bridge. “I remember this place.” Andrew managed to suppress his eagerness. “Really?” “Not to say remembered it. I dreamed about it the other night. I recognized the bridge from the dream.” “It’s called Sunset Beach. What happened in your dream?” “Everyone was down here. It was like a huge party. Thousands and thousands of hot guys, all drinking and dancing up a storm, with a band playing really loud music from a stage over there,” and he pointed down the shoreline. “I was young again, and I was having so much fun. And then, I saw this one guy, really handsome young fellow, walking past me alone, and I wondered why. He looked… I don’t know, not sad exactly, more like detached, as if he wasn’t really there at all. I felt sorry for him, because I wanted everyone to be as happy and have as much fun as I was having. So, I started walking over to him, to get him to join me and dance with me… and that’s when I woke up.” He sighed. “Have you ever had a dream like that?” Markus turned to Andrew, to hear his response, and his jaw fell. “It was you! Andrew, you were the guy in the dream – younger, but I’m sure it was you! Wow, this is crazy, I’m starting to have dreams about my therapist. Does that mean I’m falling in love with you?” Markus laughed happily, and then realized that Andrew was looking at him very strangely indeed. “Sorry, Andrew, did I say the wrong thing or something?” “It’s not that, Markus.” Andrew paused and drew a very deep breath. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment since halfway to forever. It’s time for me to show you something.” He drew out his phone, entered the security code, and opened the album with the special pictures, showing Markus the first one. Markus stared at the picture, his jaw dropping to the ground. When he finally spoke, his words came slowly, quietly, as if spoken in a trance. “So… it wasn’t a dream after all. It was a memory.” “Yes, Markus. You didn’t dream it or imagine it. You really did walk over and grab me by the hand, pulling me into the crowd to dance with you.” “And then what happened?” “We danced and drank the whole afternoon away. Then we came up here and sat down on the beach over there, leaning back against one of those logs, to watch the sunset. We were holding hands as we sat – and then you put your arm around me and snuggled me closer to you. Then we went back to your place…” “…and made love all night long until the sun came up?” Both of them laughed. “Not quite that long. But we had some really wild sex, and when we were relaxing afterwards, both of us said that we just felt so right and comfortable with each other. That much we knew right away.” “Amazing. And then what happened?” “Here are some more.” “Wow. So then… I took you to meet my parents. And are those your parents?” “Yes, they are.” “We must have gotten serious really quickly.” “We did. For me, it just felt from the start like we were meant to be together. And then, we went to Alcantara so you could meet my uncles.” Markus pointed excitedly at the handsome Japanese face on the screen. “Andrew, that guy – I remember him, he was in the hospital when I woke up!” “That’s right. I call him my uncle, but actually he’s my uncle by marriage. That’s his late husband, my mom’s older brother, Uncle Rich. This one’s name… “…is Tommy.” “You remembered that!” “I knew as soon as you said Rich’s name. Rich and Tommy – of course. And he was here last month.” “Yes, he was. Okay, one more set of pictures.” Up came the photo of the two hands wearing wedding rings. Then he swiped through the rest of the wedding pictures. “Andrew! We got married!” “Yes, we did, and what a wonderful day that was.” “When did all this happen?” “The wedding? Exactly twenty years ago today.” Markus looked almost shocked. “Happy anniversary, husband.” Markus took his cue and leaned in for a kiss. As they kissed, their fingers entwined automatically, familiarly, as if they’d done it thousands of times before (which they had). Then Markus looked at Andrew solemnly, holding both his hands in his own. “I was going to ask where you’d gone to after I met you, but it wasn’t you that went away – it was me.” “Well, it’s not as if you wanted to get clobbered by that careless truck driver on the Sea to Sky Highway.” “Andrew, I can’t even imagine what hell you’ve been going through since the accident. And I’m sorry, but we aren’t out of the woods yet. I still don’t really remember much of this at all. I mean, the pictures obviously prove that it happened, but I look at them and only scattered little bits make me say ‘yes, that.’ So, it’s going to be a long time yet before I’m completely back with you. At least, I know now why I felt so strongly that I needed to be closer to you once you started doing the exercises with me.” “I know this is going to take time. I just can’t tell you how happy I am that you remembered the day we first met all on your own -- and did it on our twentieth anniversary. And you have no idea how utterly delighted I am that I can finally stop pretending to be your damned therapist!” Markus pulled a face. “You mean you’re not my therapist? Shit, I was really enjoying having you touching me all over like that. But all that endless rigmarole about your damned professional ethics. What were you thinking?” “What I’m thinking right now is that we’re just about to miss the sunset we came down here to see.” They sat there on the bench, hands curled around each other, and watched the sun emerge from a cloudbank and dip below the horizon in a glorious light show of reds, oranges, and yellows. At last, Andrew spoke. “Perfect sunset.” “To me, it feels more like a sunrise. Life beginning again.” Markus leaned over to kiss Andrew. “Come on, Andrew, let’s go home and toast this anniversary properly.” “Home.” Andrew’s voice was wistful. “The way you just said that….” “Well, it hasn’t felt much like home for the last month, being stuck in the guest room and all.” “Let’s go home, Andrew. Our home.”

God Damn! One of the hottest! Loved the men, the uniforms, the location, and the verbal exchange. Cum inducing.

Last night I stopped to see an old friend in the hospital. He is on the mend even though he is very toxic at the moment. After hanging out for a while I decided to put my skills of persuasion to the test. I started by sucking and blowing his cock. In short order we were both naked and he was nice and hard. Because getting his charged load was my goal I brought lube. Success came, he fucked me and flooded my hole. So, for the second time in my life I got a full blown fucking in the hospital.

**Part 5** I moved back and my shaft slipped out of the young guys now very slippery hole. I glanced down and saw a dribble of pink fluid trickle down over his balls, some sticking to the mass of hair that covered them and the rest forming a small pooled mess on the floor as it mixed with with the filth. I looked back and half expected Beard to have gone but, he remained there still smiling. He told me to get dressed then beckoned me with his head to follow him. I glanced down at the lad, who was still face down on the floor recovering. "Leave that, I'll deal with it later" I followed Beard to away from the Public Convenience and out of the park to a dark coloured van. He opened the back door. There were bench seats along each side. He told me get in. I had an idea that he was taking me to meet 'The family ' as he called them. He closed the rear doors and I heard the front door open and close, the engine started then we began our journey. We were moving, for what I guessed, was about forty minutes. The van was being driven carefully and for the last five minutes it made several turns. Eventually it stopped and I heard what sounded like a large metal shutter being raised, like the garage doors where I worked. The van was driven inside and the shutter closed. The rear door opened and Beard beckoned me out. From the drivers side Goatee appeared. He had obviously been the driver. It was the first time I was aware of his presence. I had presumed that Beard had been the driver. Inside the building where we were was fairly large. It looked like an old factory or small warehouse. I was lead through a small door then another and up two flights of stairs with bare concrete steps. We reached a door with a key code lock and Beard, shielding my view of the did something that allowed him to open the door. Inside a carpeted corridor lead to another door with yet another door with the same type of lock. My mind was racing and so was my heart. What sort of place had I come to. I hadn't questioned where or why I had been taken to this place and had willingly gone with Beard of my own volition. Beard opened the door to another corridor. This had doors on each side along its entire length. There were ten doors on each side and at the far end an open leading to a large communal area. As we entered it I saw there were a dozen other men who had been mostly sitting, who when they saw Beard, immediately stood up. I thought I recognised some of the faces but couldn't place them. But one I knew immediately. He was sitting in a large chair by the far wall and he didn't stand as we entered. It was the same old man I had seen in the trees on the night I was converted recieving a blow job from the young guy I had just fucked. He looked at me and smiled. He stood up and walked over to greet me. He held out his hand and I took it. As he shook it he cupped his other hand over my hand as well. It was a very warm welcoming greeting. He then lead me back out into the corridor and opened the first door on the left. I walked in and he closed the door behind us. "Sit" It was more of a command than and invitation which was at odds with the way he had greeted me. He had a deep, well spoken voice and spoke with authority. Like a commander addressing his troops. To be listened to rather than conversed with. But, he also spoke with compassion. I was drawn to him in, entranced by him. I listened intently to what he was telling me. It was the first had heard him speak. When I'd seen him in the woods he had never uttered a word. He would just nod towards his crutch, whip out his cock and I would suck him to completion. He told me that he and some of his extended family, at which point he indicated with his thumb towards the men in the other room had been watching me for a long time. He told me they were very protective of their identity both individually and as a group. So, had to be very careful who they selected to become family members. He said that when you have a family there is nothing, absolutely nothing you won't do to protect them. He tone had changed when he said this. He was deadly serious and gave the impression that he meant exactly what he said. He said that this evening I had to make a choice and that once I'd made the decision, either way, there was no going back. If you become a family member you are a member for life. If I chose not to, I would never be given a second chance to join. That if having decided not to join, I tried to find the family or any individual in it that would be seen as a threat to the safety and security of the whole family and the consequences to be severe. Likewise, if I made the decision to stay then, for whatever reason decided to try and leave, the same inference would be drawn with same implications. He told me that before I make an informed decision he'd better inform me about the family and its purpose. He still spoke with authority but his tone had changed to more of a friendly, fatherly one. He told me that he and Tom, the bearded man, had met and were both already HIV positive some years ago. They both believed that being poz gave them a freedom that was denied to many gay men. They strongly believed that monogamy among homosexuals was against the laws of nature and that men need to have the freedom, if they so desire, to breed freely with whoever they choose. They decided to form a small group of poz guys who could freely breed with each other without fear or prejudice. Then they had the idea to bring in more men. To dilute the gene pool. All had to be poz or willing to be converted. A few guys that were already infected joined and contact was made, through various gay sites, with guys who wanted to be converted. Unfortunately alot of these men were just dreamers, flakes who got off on the idea but, were too scared and had no intention of actually going through with it. So, they, as a group, came up with the idea of physically recruiting men. Men like me who were always searching for sex. Men who wanted unhindered, uninhibited and readily available sex. Bareback sex. Men who had few friends, no family, no ties to anyone else, who wouldn't be missed from society. At least, not missed too much. He said "That's why we wanted you. We've followed you for about eighteen months. We were able to trace, fairly easily where you worked, lived, the odd sauna you visited and, obviously, your numerous visits to cruising sites and in particular the park and the public convenience. We've even hacked your computer and know the sites you look at, bbrts, breeding zone and nastykinkpigs. We even fitted a small GPS in the heels or under the inserts of your shoes so we knew where you were at any given time. When he had met me in the park that had been the initial part of the surveillance and vetting procedure as well. He told me that when I agreed to be bred and pozzed in the public convenience that was when they knew I was a prime candidate. In fact, he told me that my enthusiasm had confirmed it beyond doubt. There was one more thing that sealed the deal and that was when I fucked the young man tonight knowing I was likely to poz him. I was slightly annoyed at this invasion of privacy but also felt unbelievably honoured to have been chosen to be considered as a member. He told me that now everyone was considered as a family member. Anyone who needed help in any way would receive it. They would be supported through whatever difficulty they were experiencing. Like I had been during my recent bout of the fuck flu and like the young man I myself had fucked tonight. should his conversion be successful. I had been considering everything I had been told. I had many questions which he now answered. I could keep my job but, I would live here with the family. I would have my own room but, could sleep on my own there or with anyone else I wanted. Fuck anyone who was willing and be fucked by anyone. I would be expected to recruit other members who were willing to be pozzed and help other guys with recruiting, by being involved in surveillance and vetting. And the best bit, breeding recruits. Spreading the family seed, it's DNA. Ensuring the family tree continues. I'd already made my decision. I wanted to be part of this pozzed family but he told me to take a week or two decide. However I mustn't discuss this meeting or anything I'd learned here with anyone outside the family. If I did they would know. Now he told me to go and talk with my brothers. Ask them anything I wanted. Maybe a question will occur when you speak. If they are unable to help, come back and speak to me. And, if you feel horny to fuck or get fucked, enjoy yourself. After all that's what this all about. I had one last burning question. I figured as we'd discussed everything else down to the most intimate details I could ask anything. His answer gave me the answer to this and another question I thought I already had the answer to. "Can you tell me what's with the guy with the Goatee. Was he born like that? He looked at me sternly and placed his two hands together infront of him in a position that looks like a steeple. His eyes focused on me trying to evaluate my demeanour and closed his eyes for second before saying "That's Gavin, he tried to leave" **Fin**

My Playroom—September, 2021 Evan, the fisting bottom from out of state who visited in May, wanted another session in the playroom before I left on my late summer trip. We made it work in the first few days of September. His first meet is detailed in Jerking Off Deep in His Ass. Evan is on his knees, waiting for me, when I go down the stairs. His shaved head shines as he hungrily looks at the bulge in my jock. He is around my age—maybe a little younger—and just as thin. I set my thermal tea cup down and grind the pouch of my jock in his face. His hands go instinctively behind his back. His tongue gets the fabric good and wet before I take my hardening cock out of it. It slaps the side of his face. I make him lick my balls before I let him deep throat my shaft. I begin a face fuck. He chokes. I pull out—with long strands of saliva attached. I use my left hand to catch them, winding the wetness around my fingers. I do it again. He chokes and I get more of the easy lube. “Up on the bench.” He scrambles up. I wipe my fingers around his pucker—fingering some of it into Evan. I kneel and make him really wet with my tongue. I spit and finger that into him, too. Again and again. I spit once more on my cock and stand up. I slide into Evan. His head pulls back and looks at me in the mirror in front of him. I fuck slowly and deliberately. I pull out and bring my cock to his mouth. “Taste your hole.” He does. His sucking is enthusiastic and rather noisy. “Get it good and wet, I am not re-lubing.” He leaves me sopping wet. I go back and slide effortlessly into his ass. I fuck him hard and fast. His hole is opening beautifully. I grab the eggheaded dildo. I lube it and slide it in. My cock soon joins it. At first on top of it—with my thick mushroom head smashing into the egg. I pull out, pull the dildo up and slide my cock in underneath the toy. I fuck vigorously this way, too. Evan is panting, coming down from a popper high. I feed him my wet and sticky cock one more time. I fuck, toy-less, this time. I shoot a quick blast of piss inside him. I grease up the big black buttplug and insert—keeping all the great juices inside him. He cleans my cock one more time—and we move to the sling. Once he is settled, I begin a light thumping on the base of the plug. It sends a vibration through his entire body. I let it fade and do it once more. I keep up the rhythm so I go from fingertips doing the beating to the heel of my hand. It makes him shudder—and he has the first of countless internal orgasms. I pull it out. I fuck him again. I fuck him once more with the eggheaded dildo. Finally, I grease up my hands… * I have given him more shuddering internal orgasms—especially when I did alternating fists increasing in speed. I give him a drink of water and take a swig of my own tea. This makes me need to piss. “You want some piss in your ass?” “Yes, Sir! Give it to me.” I stick my hard cock in him, think for a moment to help the tubes reconnect and I begin to fill him. And I am truly filling him up. I am surprised I have so much in me. Evan groans at the weight in his gut. I finish and pull out. I kneel and lick at his puffy, used ass lips. “Give me some back.” My lips are sealed around his hole. He pushes and I get the tiniest splash of piss into my mouth. He does it again. There it is. A mouthful of me. I swallow hungrily. He tries again—but we are back to a trickle, it is too deep in his gut. I reach for the thickest toy I own—one that reminds me of some pervy x-mas tree. It has three widths of ‘boughs’ for him to take. The first goes in easily. The second disappears into him with a slight twist of the toy. He does a hit and he is almost there. I back up—apply a little more pressure and another slight twist. He has it all. He pants. Then lets out a pleased howl—he has watched it all in the mirror above. I tell him to give it back to me. He pushes and I catch it, right against my chest. I grease it up and do it all again. I reach for the final black toy. The massive black dildo with a handle. I grease it up. He takes the first speed bump on it. And the second. The toy is tickling his second hole—in fisting terms. I twist. He huffs…and we are home. “I think that’s it…” he sighs. “My hole is done.” I take out the toy and wipe down my greasy hands. “But not for dick,” he quickly adds. I kneel and survey the work I have done. His hole is lovely deep red and swollen. It has a medium sized gape. I clean up the excess grease around it. My tongue touches his puffy lips and my hard on comes back full force. I love how soft his ass lips are now. Pliable. Used… I slide in…and give him the load he craves. The original post is here, with a picture of the toys: From My Side of the Sling: Evan Takes All The Black Toys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) posted October 18, 2021

**Part 4** Three weeks later and there had been no contact from the bearded gentleman and his side kick. I'd returned to the park and the public convenience four or five times each week but there had been no sign of them. Unless they went there, I had no chance of finding them or they me. I was getting desperate. Although I couldn't really understand why. Beard had fucked his poz load into me. Mission accomplished. He'd done the deed and spread his seed. I'd got what I wanted, probably. Why would we need to be in contact again. It was what he said, that they would see me again soon, meet my new family. Each time I'd gone to the park looking for them I'd seen other guys but, I had no interest in having sex with On the Wednesday morning of the forth week I woke and didn't feel to good. I'd gone into work But had to leave early. My head felt like it had cotton wool in it and I had no energy. I went straight home and had a bath. I thought the warm water would sooth the aches I was feeing in my shoulders and back. It didn't help. By the time I got to bed I felt worse. Everything ached. I had the start of a sore throat, I felt cold and my head was throbing. The following morning I couldn't even get out of bed to call in sick. I had a fever and my headache was nothing like I'd ever had before. Suddenly my stomach decided to reject anything that was contained in it. I vomited where I lay. The putrid stench engulfed the room but, I was too weak to move. I was convinced I was dying. That's when I started hallucinating. I saw Beard and Goatee peering at me and smiling. Other men were looking at me to, some were sneering, some even laughing. Even in my dismal state I realised I had the fuck flu. My body was changing. The virus was taking over my body, like Sarah Palin inhabiting a new host. Being possessed by the devil's seed. I hoped I would fall asleep and never wake up. Even being dead and in hell couldn't be worse than this living hell I was in. I did fall asleep. Boy, did I sleep. Slept the sleep of the dead. When I did wake I felt a little better. I was still tired but the fever had subsided and I just had a normal headache, which very mild compared to how it had been. I looked at my digital alarm clock to see how long I had been asleep. I left work early on the Wednesday and according to the clock it was now Thursday. But, that couldn't be right. I was so sick I couldn't go to work on Thursday. Then I saw the date. I had been asleep for a whole week. How was that possible? I checked my surroundings. Everything was as it was except, I remember vomiting the entire contents of my stomach on the bed, but the bed was clean. Maybe I'd been hallucinating about being sick as I had about Beard, Goatee and the other men. I had been in such a state I didn't know was real and what wasn't. I rested my head on the pillow and dozed off to sleep again. I slept for another six hours and when I awoke I felt even better. I went to the loo for a piss then into the kitchen to make tea. My throat was dry, I needed a brew. As I filled the kettle I noticed a folded piece of paper by the sink. That's strange I thought. I put kettle on its base and flicked the switch. I picked up the paper, opened and read it. Shocked I sat down at the kitchen table and read it again. 'Hope your feeling better. We'll see you soon. Your friends from the Public Convenience. My mind couldn't quite take it all in. I had pucked up on the bed. I had seen Beard and Goatee and who were those other guys? Were they the family Beard mentioned. Over the next week or so I made a slow recovery. The boss at the garage was well pissed off with me. Work had backed up and he even had to refuse taking on new jobs. Still when I eventually went back to work there was loads of overtime. I wondered how Beard and Goatee had found me. How they knew I had the fuck flu. How had they managed to change the bed clothes and clean the place up with me in it. I wasn't to sure about anything that had happened during the week of my unconsciousness. The only thing I was sure about was that I was now HIV positive. I had absolutely no regrets, now that the fuck flu had passed I felt fine. My sex drive had disappeared while I was recovering but, was now returning with a vengeance. I even had to visit the toilet at work, sometimes a couple of times a day, to wank off. I'd never done that before. My sperm looked the same but, I knew it wasn't. It was toxic, poisonous, poz sperm. Maybe that's what was making me so horny. The knowledge that I was possessed by the demon seed. One night on the way home I decided to visit the park. It was Winter now. The summer heat had long gone. It was cold and wet. There wouldn't be any guys looking for a quick fuck in the woods tonight but the public convenience was open. Although it wasn't particularly warm at least it was dry. I hadn't visited to often lately and when I had the place had been deserted. I even hung around in there sometimes to see if anyone wandered in later but, no one ever did. This night though my luck was in. As I walked in the little bulb was still straining to have any serious impact on the dark squalid interior. At the far end of the building I saw a figure leaning against the wall. I couldn't see his face but he had a slight build and as I approached him I could see he was fairly young, maybe 19 or 20. As he moved forward the pale light I recognised the face but couldn't place it. My cock was already rigid. Harder than it had ever been. This was the first physical contact I was about to have since last time I was here. Then I was a chaser, now I could be a gifter. I was really horny. I really wanted, needed to fuck this guy. He wasn't my usual type. Too young, too skinny. I unzipped and got my cock out. Not only was it harder than it had ever been, it actually looked bigger. My victim got on his knees and took me in his mouth. He had a sweet mouth. He loved sucking cock I could tell. He was good at it to. It was at that moment I realised who he was. He was the lad sucking the old guys cock in the woods the night I got fucked and pozzed in here. He was really going to work on me now, sucking and licking for all he was worth. I was really enjoying this, it felt great. Then annoyingly he stopped and stood up, looked into my eyes and said "Poz me" I was slightly taken aback. He told me that one night he'd seen me when he was sucking an old man off in the woods. He finished the old guy off and it had started to rain so, he made his way to the toilets but, the light was off, must have been a power cut due to the lightning, so he just stood in the doorway. He heard moaning and heard someone say "Poz me, please poz me" at which point there was a bright flash of lightning and he looked in. He'd seen me on my knees and a bearded guy behind me. He'd seen him ram his cock up my arse and another guy sit on my head. He said he was a bit scared so, ran off but, since then all he could think about was being fucked like he'd seen me getting fucked and pozzed and wanted it. He asked if I had definitely been pozzed up that night and I told him I had and how bad the fuck flu had been. He had his hand on my cock and was stroking it gently. "Please, will you breed me, poz me, I want it so bad. He undid his button fly and dropped his jeans to the floor then kicked them free of his feet. Then he removed his coat and shirt. I told him he didn't need to take everything off but he said "I want to be naked when you fuck me. I want you to see the body that your seed is infecting. It was freezing in there but, I did the same and removed everything. He told me he wanted it as hard as I had been fucked. "Show me know mercy. Fuck me as hard as you want, I'm yours. I want make sure it takes" He got onto his knees on the floor. It was still filthy, if anything worse than when I had last been on it. Guys had come in with wet muddy shoes on and it looked like no one had cleaned it in ages. I moved in behind him and parted his arse cheeks. Like I said, he wouldn't normally have been my type but he had a beautiful arse. Firm cheeks and a tiny pink hole which I started fingering. He was very tight. I told him I didn't have any lube and he said he didn't want it. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to make sure he was infected. I licked my fingers anyway and stuck two up him. He winsed but didn't pull away. I played with his hole for a few minutes then positioned my cock on the rim. I waited a few seconds then, in one quick, hard movement rammed my cock into him. He screamed and started crying. I ignored him and fucked him as hard as I could. His hole felt great on my cock. Although it was cold in the building I soon began to warm up even though I was naked. I continued to fuck him hard. After five minutes or so he had stopped whimpering and was telling me to fuck him harder. My thighs were smacking against his arse and my balls were banging against his own. My hands gripped his hips as my cock rammed his hole. His hole felt wet now, I suspected from a little of my precum but mostly his blood. I was close. The pressure in my cock had reached its limit. I was at boiling point and I was about to boil over. I couldn't hold off any longer. I pumped his arse full with a massive load. I shouted in ecstasy. He knew I was filling him with poz seed and told me to give it all to him. God I was thinking, that was a great fuck. As I recovered I was aware of another presence in the room. I looked back and saw Beard looking at me with a huge grin on his face. How the fuck does know everything? **To be continued **

Chapter 3 The Kid started coughing and was trying to get fresh air into his lungs. At the same time he felt the guy in his ass pull back a little and ram his cock up the Kid’s fuck chute as far as he could get, he wiggled to make sure the root had plugged the spasming hole wrapped around his cock. He let loose with a torrent of cum into the Kid’s ass The guy pulled his cock out of the Kid and the other guy got behind the Kid. He thought he was going to get fucked again but was surprised when the guy squeezed his cheeks and spread them open, then the guy stared sucking on the Kids gaping hole. The feelings were great to the Kid and he cooed and stated to relax. The heat in his groin was in total control of him now. He remembered this feeling and love letting this part of him go. The Guy stopped and the Kid was disappointed as it felt really great. The Guy took a hit on the Pipe and then went back to the Kid’s ass and Blew that smoke in the Kid’s rectum. He felt it go n and it really felt strange. The guy held the Kid’s cheeks together so it would stay in. The Guy took a second hit and then blew that in the Kids ass. He felt it this time even more, probably because of the Volume. The Guy squeezed the Kid’s cheeks together again and said “ That is really strong stuff ”. The guy opened the Kid’s cheeks and put his mouth on his hole. He stared sucking the white cloud out of the Kid. Between the two hits and the guy had and the heat of the moment he was extremely aggressive with his ass eating. After he got the smoke out he wanted more and began using his teeth to try to open the hole more. The Kid was saying that it hurt and was begging to go easier. The guy didn’t go easy, in fact he bit down on the Kid’s sensitive rectum and the Kid yelled. The pain was intense but in a perverted was it was mixed with extreme pleasure. The totally confused the Kid. He had never felt like pain was the path to pleasure before. He remembered feeling pain when playing in the past but never the intense feeling of satisfaction and pleasure at the same time. The first guy to fuck him was sitting next to him and patted his cock which was now a full staff and ready for another go. The guy looked over and over and said “ Why don’t you come over here and sit on this “ . The Kid got up and turned around and squatted over the cock that was pointing straight up. One of the guys moved it and aimed it at the Kid’s now tender asshole. The Kid started to lower him self down on it when the Guy grabbed his hips and forcefully pulled the Kid down in one swift move. This took the Kid’s breath away at the sudden intrusion. Even though it wasn’t a huge cock he felt as if he was a puppet impaled on a pole. They put the Pipe back to the Kid’s mouth and told him to suck. He did as he was told and before long his head was spinning and he was really enjoying the cock imbedded in his ass. One of the guys there were now watching the Kid get his ass probed deeper than before said “ How old is this Kid. He can’t be legal “. There he was , sitting on this pole grinding his now over heated ass to get more in him, with a nice hard on and no hair from his face down , He looked like a teenager. One of the guys said “ I think we have a really young one to mess up tonight. Little did they know that the Kid was in his early 20s and was out of college already. A guy got om each side and lifted the Kid up and then dropped him back down on the cock. Each time the Kid made a different sound. He also said “ This feels so good. I want more”. It didn’t take long for the guy to say he was about to cum again. He said that this was not normal but this Kid was so hot inside he couldn’t resist giving him more in his sloppy cunt. As he started to cum in this Kid’s ass one of the guys knelt down and started sucking the Kid’s cock. It was long until the Kid erupted into the guy’s mouth. The guy with his cock up the Kids as felt the ring of fire in the kid to start contracting on his cock, it was as if the Kid had a magical cock the could suck like any mouth could. The guy said “ Christ, this kid’s ass is trying to suck my nuts not him “. The two were connected more than most would ever get. About the time the guy was done shooting in the Kid’s ow very sloppy ass the Kid was done shooting his cum down the guy’s throat. There was a very relaxed and feeling between the two of them. He hadn’t felt this connection to anyone for a while. The Guy stared to move, and the Kid started to get off but the guy held him down, he had other ideas. He kept his cock up the Kid’s ass and stood up. This gave the Kid’s ass a strange feeling as he never moved around with anything up his ass. He decided he liked this new feeling

Luke’s cock and the heat woke him up in the morning. He’d never turned the fan back on after jerking off last night. He lay there for a long minute, his hard cock straining against the briefs, imagining he was in New York waking up during the heat of the black out. Reluctantly he dragged himself out of bed. He found a tank top in a drawer and a clean pair of shorts, he was about to pull them on over the briefs when he noticed the thick waistband of the jock from the box sticking out of the pocket of yesterday’s shorts. On an impulse he stripped off the briefs, and stepped into the old used jock. The pouch was slightly stiff from his load yesterday. It fit perfectly however, and his semi-hard cock filled out the pouch perfectly. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like one of the Polaroids he thought. “Do not get carried away,” he said to himself, “You still have to deal with the attic.” He finished getting dressed and headed out the door. The attic was a little cooler today. Leaving the windows open overnight had let out much of the stainless and the dust that had swirled around so thickly yesterday. Luke had promised himself he would spend the morning honestly working, clearing things out, and moving more trash downstairs. If he did that, he though, then the afternoon was his to spend reading more of the journal. Most of what he found was boring. More junk left by his dad and his siblings when they moved out or went to college. There was a big box of old documents, the sort that weren’t really important but it felt weird to just throw away. He found another box of old sports equipment, and a big old bin completely full of ancient discolored Legos. Try as he might his eyes kept drifting over to the corner where he had stashed the box. It was like it was calling to him. He was desperate to know what happened next, to maybe find some clue to who the author really was. He fought to keep himself on task, going through boxes of old binders and folders, tax returns, and bank statements. Boxes with trinkets and decorations that had been retired from the house but felt too precious to get rid of at the time. He found bins of Christmas ornaments, and big old-fashioned strings of multicolored lights. Under one box of Christmas thing he found an entire little village for a model train. The air was starting to get hot again, and Luke checked his phone, just after one. Perfect. He went downstairs, quickly ate his lunch and went back to the attic. He didn’t waste anytime today. As soon as he was back in the hot air of the attic he stripped off his shirt and shorts tossing them in a pile. He threw an old blanket he had found on the ground and sat down in nothing but the old jock. He was instantly hard, the semi he had been sporting all day swelling in the old slightly crusty pouch. Brett held me tight to his chest, my load gluing our hair together. He bent his legs up so he could lift his hips off the mattress and fuck his cock up into me. In this position every thrust of his dick hit that spot inside of me and it was like a little lightning bolt shot through me. I whimpered into his mouth as he kissed me in rhythm with his thrusts. At that moment I couldn’t think of anything more perfect than being fucked by him. I let him work his cock into me, I imagined what it looked like from the back. The thick base of Brett’s cock, his pubes wet with sweat and cum, sticking out of my hole, the edge of my tight ass gripping his shaft. I imagined how the hairs on my ass my now be wet too with cum and sweat. How I must look used up after being fucked twice by his big dick. It turned me on. It turns me on now. I can see it in my head, two men and all of the hair, muscle, and roughness that comes with them, intertwined together and one takes the other. After days of Brett fucking me can I go back to a life where I never feel a man inside me again? I don’t know. No that’s stupid I do know. I can’t. The answer is no. I could never go back to just fucking girls. Really, I don’t know if I ever want to fuck a girl again. I could never feel this heat, this animalistic rawness with a girl. I think that’s something I can only feel with another guy. Maybe I can only feel it with Brett? But I don’t think that’s true either. Today at work this guy came in and for the first time in my life I found myself checking out a guy. He was tall, older than me, probably in his forties, with a little gray at his temples. He had this big thick black moustache, and these bright dazzling blue eyes. I kept glancing over at him, noticing when his cut off shirt would slip and a hairy pec and big pink nipple would be exposed. I watched him walk to the bathroom, his tight shorts clinging to his ass, and as he walked back I saw him adjusted his cock through his shorts and I was instantly hard. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to come home and tell Brett about how the man with the moustache had fucked me. I wanted to feel him blow his load inside me. I wanted to have that load inside me when Brett got home. I could have gotten Brett naked when he got home, and laid him down on his back and just mounted him. I could have ridden him till he came like we did that first morning. I remember being able to feel his heart beat our chests were pressed so tight together. His kiss felt like it would never end. He had both arms locked tight across my torso and all I could do was kiss him and let him fuck me. Not that I wanted anything else. I felt his breath change and his kissing become more frantic as he got close. He pressed me even tighter to his chest and then bucked up into me. He roared into my mouth as I felt him throb inside my hole again. I felt like I could feel his flooding me. Another big load rushed out of him and into my ass. Three times in just about twelve hours. I had woken up the day before thinking I was totally straight, never having thought about men like that, and there I was taking my third load from my roommate and best friend. When his orgasm had ended he has kissed me and allowed me to roll off of him. I remember feeling really empty for a moment. I had gotten used to having his cock inside me. I wanted it back. Fuck, I guess maybe there is something to this. I started writing hoping I would logic myself into seeing how this was all a fluke, but all I’ve done is cement how good it made me feel and how much I want to feel like that again. How could I pretend it was a fluke, I was disappointed when Brett had said we should get dressed and see what was happening with the black out. “Or we could stay here and fuck,” I had said. He kissed me, patted my ass, and said, “There will be lots more fucking, don’t worry.” Then he’d tossed me a jockstrap from his dresser. “Here, put this on.” I’d worn jockstraps for sports before but never just as underwear, it was fun, sexy. I felt hot. I liked how the fabric of my shorts felt against my bare ass and how the pouch made my cock bulge forward through the thin shorts fabric. Brett and I had looked almost like twins leaving the apartment that morning. Him in little cut off jean shorts, a cut off, tube socks and sneakers and me in basketball shorts, and a tank. It was weird outside. Nothing was really open. Only the corner shop had its doors open, but with no power the most they had to sell was boxed goods and canned foods. There weren’t even newspapers out, no one had been able to print them. For a whole day it was like the world stopped. Of course, that night when the power came back on, and the reports of crime started coming in that tranquility seemed like an illusion, but there in the village on that morning it felt like nothing else existed. For one morning New York was a quiet little town with nowhere to be and nothing to do. I’m sure that the bliss I felt from having just been fucked twice by Brett’s big cock had a lot to do with how I saw everything. The sirens that constantly fill the New York air still existed, the shouts of people, the crowds, it was all still there but for me it didn’t exist. I flet the slickness between my cheeks as we walked. I smelled the stench of sweat and sex every time a breeze played around my body. I kept staring at Brett, at how his shorts were filled out, at the chest hair that peeked over the top of his shirt collar, at his nipples when his shirt shifted. I looked at his thick hairy legs, and his square handsome face. We eventually found a store a few blocks away that was open and amazingly still had ice and beer. We bought three big bags and two cases before heading home. As soon as we were back inside Brett pulled his shirt off again, and then dropped his shorts. He approached me in nothing but a straining jock. “How do you feel,” he had said. “What do you mean?” “A lot’s happened to you. Your first time kissing a guy, first time sucking a guys cock, first time being bred.” I hadn’t heard that phrase before but I instantly understood what he meant. “And I’m not exactly packing the smallest cock. So how do you feel, emotionally? How are you doing? How is your ass doing?” I had paused for a minute. His questions almost broke my blissful mindset, but not quite. I was still caught up in the throes of newness and lusts. I was enraptured still. Before I answered, standing right in front of the door to our apartment and in full view of the living room window, I stripped down to the jock he had given me earlier. I walked over and grabbed the back of his head. I kissed him. “Honest answer, I don’t really know what all I’m feeling right now except, I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. Its like I’m 12 again and just figured out how to masturbate. You could tell me you wanted to fuck me right now and I’d bend over. Jesus Brett. I don’t understand it but fuck.” He kissed me back. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for another round, but I there is something else we can do.” “What?” He got really close to my ear, and whispered, “you can fuck me.” “Oh shit, fuck… fuck…fuck…” Luke groaned, as he shot another load on himself. He slumped back, his arms behind his head, and his load running down his chest. “Jesus,” he panted. He looked down at the jock he was wearing, its pouch off to one side and his still pulsing cock sticking up, was this the jock Brett had given the author? He didn’t really care it was true or not, he decided that it was. Despite having shot a big load on himself Luke was horny in a different way now. Imagining himself as the author, feeling Brett’s loads pump inside of him, had gotten Luke in the mood for cock. Fuck it, he thought, he’d made good progress on the attic. He could tell his family he was meeting some high school friends for a drink or something. They would never even question where he was. He got his phone out of his shorts and started looking on the apps. The image of a man floated through Luke’s mind. The man he imagined Brett would have become. Of Brett would probably be in his late 70s by now, but Luke saw the 50-year-old Brett. His hair just now truly becoming more gray than blond, thick well-kept facial hair maybe just a moustache. He wore a black leather vest in Luke’s mind, and a well-loved jock. His face was still square and handsome, his body thicker and meatier, with dense hair all over it. He saw the thick cock, and low hanging ball still jutting from a dense bush, though it was no longer in fashion. He scrolled the apps, it was far too specific he knew, there would be no man to fit the perfect vision in his head. Even if there were, he thought, there was no guarantee the man would be interested in him or even free. Luke scrolled. The burbs were, thankfully, not completely devoid of gay men so there were at least options. Some twinks close by, a guy that Luke had gone to high school with, the kid who worked at the movie theatre, closeted middle aged men hiding their faces, and him – Luke almost gasped when the picture appeared at the bottom of his grid. The square handsome face, the thick moustache, big expressive eyes – he wasn’t Brett but he was exactly what he wanted. He clicked on the profile. 55, 6’3”, 210, muscular. Luke looked at the other photos, they showed a big strong hairy chest, the type of stomach that came from working out and a love of beer not muscular but firm, more of that handsome face, and a big meaty bulge in a pair of tight swim trunks. Luke sent him a woof, and then a greeting. Then he waited. There was no point messaging anyone else, it would be this guy or no one. He thumbed through the pictures from the box again. This time flipping to the back and reading the names. He noticed now that they weren’t all young like he’d thought. There was a mix, and as he looked defiantly a slightly older slant. The author’s taste and his seemed to align. He landed on one labeled “frank – FIP 1978”, featuring a tall man, late 40’s standing naked by a pool. He had a lanky body, well-shaped torso, and a long uncut cock hanging down between his legs. He had a crazy beard made up of muttonchops that joined to his moustache but left his chin bare. Would Frank turn up in a late journal entry? Luke’s phone buzzed. He opened it. It was him, and Luke saw he had unlocked his album. Luke quickly unlocked his own, and clicked on the message “Hey boy, what’s up?”. “Oh nothing much,” Luke replied, “Been cleaning out an attic all day for my folks. Honestly kind horny after all the hard work.” He opened the man’s album. Jesus Christ, Luke thought, this man is perfect. The first picture in the man’s private album was a picture of a big thick cock and an ample bush. It was exactly the cock that had been in Luke’s mind, down to the blunt mushroom head he had imagined forcing his hole open. The next was that same cock from below showing a set of heavy full looking balls just begging to be drained. Then finally, shot from above, that beautiful beastly cock shoved half way into some bottom’s hole and not a condom in sight. “I’m Jack,” came the man’s next reply. “Your pics got me kinda horny myself.” “Luke, nice to e-meet you… oh really? They got you horny?” “Sure did, you’re cute as hell. Maybe we can help each other out.” “How so ;)” “How about some fun that ends with my dick deep inside you?” “Perfect!” “You free now boy?” “Sure am… you’re place?” “Yeah,” he sent Luke his address. It was about twenty minutes away. “I’ll be there in half an hour?” “See you then boy.” Luke rushed around the attic gathering his things. He stuffed the journal and pictures back in their box and stashed them back in the corner. He tossed down several more bags of trash, and moved empty boxes off to one side making it look like he’d worked hard all day. He put his shorts on, and grabbed his shirt, locking the house as he rushed out. It was when he was getting in the car he realized his chest was covered in dried cum from his load earlier… fuck it he thought, and drove off. It was an easy drive to the next suburb over and Luke made it there almost exactly 30 minutes after his last message with Jack. He parked in the drive way, and sent a quick message to his mother saying he was meeting up with some friends from high school wouldn’t be home for dinner, and walked up to Jack’s front door. The man who answered his knock was exactly as he had been in the pictures. Tall and strong, bright kind eyes, but a slightly rough demeaner. He welcomed Luke inside. It was a nice house, a midcentury split level, still kitted out in all of its wild space age glory. Luke looked around and smiled. The dichotomy between the rough sex hungry beast in front of him and the clean perfectly pastiche home was spectacular and joyful. Something about its retro vibes fit into Luke’s fantasy in that moment, as if he had gone back in time, though he knew the midcentury had gone out a full decade before the journal had been written. Jack lead them through the little foyer and past a living room complete with low slung couches and tall spacey lamps, into a bright kitchen. “Fancy a beer,” His voice was warm and rich, rumbling out from deep in his chest. Luke accepted and they stood in the kitchen Jack leaning against the counter, Luke leaning on the island in the middle of the room. They made polite small talk: where Luke went to school, what he was studying; what Jack did for a living; why Luke was cleaning out an attic. “I found this box… can I sit on this?” He gestured to the island behind him. Jack nodded and Luke hopped up. “I found this box, and I have no idea who it belongs to, but it was full of old photos of naked guys, these gay porn rags from like the 1970s, a jockstrap and a journal.” “Wait seriously? Do you have a gay uncle or something?” “Not that I know of, that’s the thing. So I started reading the journal yesterday, and its like the story of this guy’s gay awakening. There was a black out in New York in 1977, and whoever wrote it ends up getting kinda drunk during the black out and hooks up with his roommate.” “Ok, well which of your relatives lived in New York in the 70’s,” Jack sounded casual but his shorts had started to swell. “Dunno. I’m hoping that I’ll find a clue or a name if I keep reading. But it’s so fucking hot. Seriously. He’s not just writing ‘my roommate fucked me gay panic ensues’ it’s like porn. He’s written every detail of what it was like to take his first cock, what it felt like as his roommate Brett bred him for the first time, waking up the next morning and wanting it again. I came all over myself reading it today.” “Fuck. So it wasn’t just hard work that got you horny was it?” “No, it uh…” Luke bit his lip and looked Jack dead in the eyes, “It was him describing getting fucked.” “It made you want to get fucked, didn’t it boy?” “Yes,” Luke felt a little breathless now, as Jack took a step closer to him. “You want a man’s cum inside you?” “Yes.” Jack was now right in front of Luke. He stopped just before they touched a pulled his shirt off over his head. Luke’s cock throbbed at the sight of Jack’s big pink nipples, bouncing muscular pecs, and thick swirling hair. He caught a whiff of the older man, and his mouth watered at the scent. “Take your shirt off boy.” Luke did as he was told, and pulled his own shirt off. “Looks like you didn’t even bother to clean up before coming here boy.” Jack ran his fingers through the dried cum in Luke’s chest hair. “No sir,” Luke answered in almost a whisper. “That journal had you so turned on you just rushed right over to get fucked.” Luke nodded. Jacks hands snaked around Luke’s body and up his neck holding his head in place. The older man pressed his mouth firmly to Luke’s and the college boy melted into the kiss. He would put up no resistance, he wanted to be fucked. Jack pulled Luke forward till just his ass was resting on the counter. Luke swung his legs around Jack, locking them around the big man’s middle, holding himself tight to Jack’s body. “Come here boy,” Jack said as he grabbed Luke by the ass and lifted him into the air. Somewhat awkwardly they walked, Luke holding tight to Jack with his legs, still kissing out of the kitchen. Jack dumped Luke back onto a bed and dove on top of him once more. He forced one of Luke’s arms up over his head and dove into the boy’s ripe pit. He lapped at the sweaty skin, till his whole face was covered in Luke’s scent. Luke’s eyes had rolled into the back of his head. He was already moaning as Jack explored his body. Jack took a step back. He pulled Luke’s shorts off in one swift move and looked at the toned college boy laid out in front of him. He took in the budding pecs, the pert nipples, tight stomach, and strong legs. He reveled in the fan of hair that was slowly taking over Luke’s chest, and the trail that disappeared into a… he paused looking at the old yellow jock. “You’re wearing the jock from the box aren’t you?” “Yeah,” said Luke a little sheepishly. “Fuck, you want me to breed you in that jock? Just like the guy in the journal?” “Yes,” Luke’s voice coming out in a breathless whisper. “Get on your knees boy.” Luke slid off of the bed and onto his knees. Jack turned away from the boy, and stripped off his shorts and underwear. He turned back around, fully naked and completely hard. His dick was even better than it had been in the pictures. The head, looked like it was three solid inches across easily, and was flatter than any cock Luke had ever seen. It was like one of those massive plugs guys played with that barely had any taper at all. It was going to stretch him wide and Luke wanted it. Jack stepped closer and smacked Luke in the face with his hard cock. Luke licked his lips and turned his head, opening his mouth wide. Jack smacked his cock against Luke’s tongue a few times before putting his hands on the back of the boy’s head and pushing his cock down his throat. Luke lapped at the invading member, swallowing hard as it passed his tonsils and allowing Jack to fuck his throat. Since that first time the bear had fucked Luke at school he had slowly been developing a taste for rougher sex. He liked having his throat fucked, he liked being thrown around. He had once been tied to a guy’s bed and bred without being able to move at all. He had a bit of a reputation with the college boys too of being a rough top. While for older guys like Jack Luke might be a hungry bottom with his peers he was much more vers. He’s spanked a classmates ass so hard and so many times during one hook up the boy hadn’t been able to sit for classes the next day – he had happily come back for seconds. Jack could sense what Luke wanted. He wanted to be used. He wanted the fantasy of being taken just like the author had been. He wanted Jack to work him over and then pump him full of cum. Luke was spluttering and gagging when Jack let him off his cock. The boy gasped for air as the big cock feel from his mouth. His chin was covered in spit and his eyes were watering, but the pouch of his old soiled jock was straining to keep his rock hard cock contained. From deep in the back of his throat Jack hauled a big wad of spit, “Mouth open boy.” Luke obeyed, looking up with big hungry eyes, his mouth wide. Jack hawked his spit straight into the boy’s mouth. “Swallow.” He then grabbed Luke under then arms and pulled him to his feet. He spun the young almost jock around and pushed him forward onto the bed. Luke had a thick round hairy ass, and when Jack spread the cheeks he found a pink pucker with a perfect spiral of hair growing around it. He ran a finger of Luke’s hole sending a shudder through his whole body. Jack got down on the ground, spat a thick wad of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then licked it. It twitched. Perfect, Jack thought, the boy’s not all talk, he’s experienced. Luke groaned in appreciation as Jack started to eat his hole properly. He dove his tongue in and out, pressing it into Luke’s sphincter, willing the tight hole open. He was soon rewarded for his labors and Luke’s hole began to soften and bloom. Jack had been right, this hole may look tight, but it has taken more than its share of cocks. Soon his whole tongue was flitting in and out of Luke’s hole. The boy was writhing and groaning in ecstasy. He had both hands on his ass spreading his hole apart, trying to get the older man’s tongue deeper into himself. Luke pushed back against Jack’s face, bucking into his tongue. Jack grabbed hold of the squirming boy and gave his ass one hard smack. Luke yelped, and his hole winked at Jack. The boy liked it. While he lubed a finger with his spit Jack gave Luke’s other cheek a powerful smack as well. Gently he rubbed the boy’s reddening cheeks, and started to finger his hole. First one meaty index finger working around the hole, pushing and probing. Then slowly he pressed the finger inside. Luke let out a guttural sound as the tension went out of his back and his full weight pressed into the mattress. Jack twisted that finger around, working it in and out. Then, withdrew it completely. He lubed it and the next finger with more spit and worked on then the other back inside the boy. Steadily he stretched Luke open, though really Luke was easy to open. Jack was grateful, he got so many inexperienced college boys looking to live out their daddy fantasy who really couldn’t take it. He’d spend an hour getting them open only for them to crap out after then minutes of fucking. Looking at Luke’s hole flexing around his two fingers he knew Luke could take it. With his free hand Jack started to lube his cock with yet more spit. He slathered it over the big flat head, working it down the sides till the whole shaft glistened. He got up and lined his cock up with Luke’s hole. “Please fuck me,” Luke moaned into the bed. “Oh I’m going to fuck you boy, don’t worry.” Jack spit into his hand again and smeared it on Luke’s hole before pressing forward. There was a long moment of tension, Luke took a couple long slow breaths, and then his hole opened. The first three inched of Jack’s cock vanished inside Luke’s hole as the boy opened around the mushroom tip. They both groaned as Jack sunk the rest of his cock inside Luke’s warm guts. All the tension was gone, the entry had been made, and both were in heaven. Luke’s hole was exactly the right sort of tight, it gripped the sides of Jack’s cock while not strangling it or making him fearful of hurting the boy; and the long veins on Jack’s cock along with its slight upward curve pulled perfectly at Luke’s insides working him open and pushing against all his pleasure centers. Jack rocked his hips back, pulling most of his cock out of Luke. For a moment they stayed there, with just the head of Jack’s cock holding Luke open, and then Jack slammed back inside. Luke moaned in pleasure. Jack did it again, and again, long dicking the boy’s hole till it felt completely open and use able. Fifty years ago, a relative of his had been discovering how good it felt to get fucked, and now Luke was bent over in a stranger’s house experiencing the exact same joy. When Jack flipped him onto his back without pulling out Luke just sighed with contentment. Jack smiled looking down at the grin plastered across Luke’s face. This was a boy who took pleasure in being fucked, who loved it. Jack growled and moved them so he was now over the boy fucking down into his hole. They were both sweating, Jack could smell the dried cum on Luke’s chest. He fished Luke’s cock out of the old jock’s pouch and stroked him while fucking his hole. The energy was shifting. Jack’s pounding was more ferocious. Luke moved Jack’s hand out of the way and started to stroke his own cock as Jack fucked him. He thrust his hips back against each buck forward, trying to push Jack deeper inside himself. They were both panting. The air around the felt hot and muggy. A drop of sweat fell from Jack nose onto Luke’s chin. “Fuck, you’re about to get your wish boy. I’m going to breed you.” “Yes! Please! Cum inside me.” “Oh, shit… Fuck… here…” “Yes!” “Take my…” “Give it to me.” “FUCK!” Jack slammed forward with all of his weight and his cock throbbed inside Luke’s hole. Luke felt the familiar rush as his insides were flooded with cum. His own cock pulsed once in his hand and then started to fire ribbons of cum across his chest yet again. Luke coated himself as Jack coated his insides. The two panted, and yelled, their orgasms reaching their peek and then slowly falling off. Luke’s head crashed back onto the bed, his hands falling limp to his sides. Jack supported himself, hovering above the boy his body shaking as the last waves coursed through him. “I fucking needed that,” he panted, looking down at Luke’s satisfied face. “Me too. Fuck. That felt…” Jack slid his softening cock for Luke’s hole with a soft plop, “Fuck, shit, that felt amazing.” Luke wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Thanks.” “Any time kid,” Jack handed Luke a towel. “Well, if the rest of the journal is a hot as the first few pages… I’ll probably be hitting you up a lot.” “Good.” They lazed around for a few minutes, still basking in the glow of their shared experience. Slowly Luke got up, tucked his cock back into the old used jock, and found his clothes. After a long kiss at the door Luke finally left and got back in his car. He was shocked to see it was after ten. Well, he thought, at least my going for drinks story seemed plausible now. Back at his parents he slipped upstairs and into the shower, he took his time washing the loads off his chest. His hole felt tender and well-fucked. He slipped a finger in and felt the telltale slickness of a fresh load. That night he fall asleep naked, the elation of a good fuck carrying him off to dreams of Brett, and Frank and the other men from the photos and all the stories he had yet to read.

Luke was in shock. Who the fuck had written this? Was it real? Had someone in his family, possibly his dad, had some life changing gay experience in the late 1970s? On top of that, had they then written about it in explicit detail in a journal? Luke felt a little weird being so turned on by the story given it was almost certainly someone he was related to writing it but also his cock was hard, he was covered in sweat and now all he could think about was raw cock. He flicked through the pages of the journal reading a few more of the dates and headlines. November 10, 1977 – The baths June 25, 1978 – Pride July 4, 1978 – Fire Island March 2, 1979 ­The last entry was for April 11th 1979. Luke read the first paragraph, a little knot in the pit of his stomach thinking about the time period and where they were in history. Please don’t like the hottest thing he’s ever read end in someone dying… Its sad to see Brett’s room empty. After all this time living together it’ll be weird not just having him around. But! It gives me an excuse to go to San Francisco to see him. Not to mention a whole new world of guys for us to enjoy. Oh thank fuck, Luke thought. Great, Brett moves away after three years of hot fucking. Luke picked up the stack of pictures again and leafed through them till he found the one he had been holding before. The blond with shoulder length mess hair, and heavy cock flopping onto his leg. He flipped the picture over. In the same tidy clear handwriting as the journal in all lowercase letters was written: brett 1978. This was him. This was Brett. Luke leaned back against a trunk he had already emptied, looked around the attic, and unbuttoned his shorts. With the photo propped next to him, and his own cock now uncovered and completely hard, he began to read again If that was the only time maybe I could have just written it off as a fluke. The heat, the beer, the closeness, the excitement and fear of a blackout across the whole city. But I can’t really use that excuse for waking up in Brett’s arms hard again. I can’t use it as I knowingly pushed back against his morning wood, feeling his erection rub between my cheeks as he slowly woke up. And I definitely can’t use it for accepting his kiss as he growled and turned my head to him. The passion was still there, but there was a familiarity now. This was a kiss that came with a history. His tongue pressed past my lips and I opened my mouth to let him in. I knew this tongue now, and it was comforting to feel his body against mine. His hands slid up and down my body, one finding my nipple and giving it a little twist. I gasped. Brett’s morning wood had turned into a raging erection full of heat and lust. His precum was making my cheeks slick as he ground it against my ass. I remember arching my back, I wanted it. I felt his cock catch on my hole, and pushed back against it. Brett growled at me and broke our kiss. He brought his hand to his mouth, spit onto his fingered and primed his cock. I felt the blunt pressure again. This time it was easier. I still felt slick, was his load from the night before still inside me? This time I pushed back as he pressed inside me, my hole gave way faster and his cock head sprung inside me. I groaned. I knew what to expect this time, and the waves crashed over me as before. I rocked back. I wanted him inside me. One of Brett’s hands was on my hip, guiding me, controlling my rhythm. The other, trapped beneath our bodies had a tight hold on my nipple, keeping me in place. He began to fuck me very slowly, tenderly. “God you feel so fucking good,” I said, as he kissed the back of my neck. “Your ass feels even better the second time. You know how to take my cock now.” “Brett, is this what its always like?” “What?” “Is this what its always like with another man, does it always feel this good?” “If you like this,” he whispered in my ear, “there is a whole world of fun I can introduce you too.” I groaned and pushed back onto his cock. Brett took control again, and rolled us so he was on top of me, my chest flat on the bed and my legs spread. He had one of his arms tight across my chest pulling me up into him, and the other braced forward. He drove his cock deep inside me with a steady rocking motion. My own cock was being ground into the mattress, making a big wet puddle of precum. He rocked me back, I was on my knees now and his hands were on my hips. He was hammering me. With long hard strokes he pounded his boner into me. The slapping of flash was back, and we both started to sweat again. The heat in the room was stifling, the power was still off, and the fan in the window say motionless. The still stale air began to wreak of sweat, and man, and sex. It is the hottest thing I have ever smelled. It turned me on more than anything with a girl ever had. I was harder than I have had been in my entire life as my best friend fucked me for the second time. I still hadn’t really stopped to think about what it all meant. Does this make me gay? Is Brett gay? What does that make us. Really it all felt so good that I didn’t stop to think about what we were doing till this afternoon when I was walking to work. I spent my whole shift thinking about it, I’m sure I fucked up several people’s orders because I was so distracted. I just kept thinking about Brett, and his cock, and my hole. I still feel tender. I guess that’s probably normal for someone who’s been fucked like four times a day for three days. I thought that I had to take a shit at work today, sat down on the toilet and all that came out was a literal river of Brett’s cum. I got hard right there in the bathroom and jerked off looking at his loads in the bowl. That’s when I bought this silly thing. I saw the journal at a news stand by the train and just grabbed it. But writing about it, thinking about how that morning Brett hand pushed me forward so my ass was in the air and pummeled my hole with his cock, has just gotten me horny all over again. I’m laying here in my room, naked and hard, thinking about the drops of sweat falling onto my back from his chest and he got closer and closer to orgasm. Jesus - maybe that’s my answer. Brett had said he could show me a new life, and over the past few days he’s shown me how good it can feel to be fucked, maybe I should let him. Maybe my answer is to just explore with him. Just thinking about how he roared and shot another massive load into me before collapsing on the bed, his big cock still hard and shining with cum and ass juice has me leaking precum. I wish I was sitting on his cock now. Fuck – that’s the truth, I want to sit on his cock, just like I did that morning. After he had cum, and was laying there, his arms behind his head basking in his orgasm. I had climbed on top of him and sat down on his still hard cock. It slid in easily, I was open now and full of his load. I jerked off while riding him. If I rocked in just the right way the head of his cock hit something inside me that made my balls pull tight to my body. The waves kept crashing as I stroked my cock and finally felt my orgasm spill out of me. I think it was probably the biggest load I had ever shot. It just kept happening, and quickly all of Brett’s chest hair was matted down with my load. “God you’re fucking sexy,” he said and pulled me close for a kiss. Our chests pressed together, smearing my load between us. His cock was still lodged in my ass and I felt it twitch. He started to rock up into me, his cock perfectly hard. “Again?” he asked. “Right now?” He made his cock pulse. I kissed him and whispered, “Yes.” Luke’s own cock throbbed and he started to shoot long ropes of cum up onto his chest. He leaned back, allowing his orgasm to crash over him. He looked at the photo of Brett, wondering where he was now, and wishing that the hot blond was pumping a load into him. As his orgasm subsided Luke noticed that the shadows had started to elongate and expand in the attic. It was late in the afternoon and the sun had moved to where only a small sliver spilled in through the small round windows. He looked around for something to clean up with, there wasn’t really much of anything. On an impulse he grabbed the old jockstrap and wiped his chest off with it. He held the journal for a minute, deciding if he should take it home with him. No, he thought, this was more fun, illicit somehow. He’d keep it here and use it to get off when he was bored cleaning the attic. He packed it back into the box with the magazines and the photos, but pocketed the now damp yellowed jock. He stashed the box in a corner, and grabbing his t-shirt climbed down the ladder. He locked up the house and drove back to his parents’ house. “How’d it go?” Asked Luke’s mom as he walked into the kitchen, “Wow you are filthy, and you reek.” “Thanks mom, hello to you too.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Here,” she handed him a beer and said, “go have a shower, dinner will be ready soon.” “Cool. Oh,” he put the box with the wedding dress on the kitchen island, “look what I found.” Gingerly his mother opened the old worn box and brushed aside the tissue paper. “Oh my God, is that?” “Grandma’s wedding dress, I think so.” “I can’t believe you found that. Your aunt’s been looking for it for ages. Luke, thank you.” “Ok, I’m off to shower.” Luke traipsed off upstairs slugging the cold beer as he went. Standing under the cool water of the shower Luke started to think again about the journal, who had it been? Who had Brett been fucking. He ran his hands down his body to his steadily stiffening cock. Leaning back against the cool tile wall of the shower he started to stroke himself again. The water cascading down his recently acquired pecs, and playing in his own bush. He thought about the big blond man with the broad hairy chest and cock that even when soft looked meaty and thick. He thought about how good it would feel to have Brett slide inside of him. How he was almost jealous of the author getting to experience that as his first cock. Luke’s first time had been good but they guy hadn’t been like Brett. He was quicker and less loving than Brett. Though, Luke thought, he had certainly been good enough to awaken the same hunger in him that the author had felt. After that first fuck it had been less than a week before Luke was googling gay dating apps and making a profile. That night he had taken a Lift to a guy’s house. He’d had Grindr for less than a day, and he was already hooking up. That guy had been Luke’s first taste of daddy cock. The 47-year-old, mustached, bear had tossed Luke onto his bed almost as soon as he got in the door. He bent Luke over and pulled the boys cheeks apart diving in as if Luke’s ass were an oasis in the desert. He hadn’t intended to take the man’s load, his first hookup had used a condom, Luke figured that was safer, but as the big bear tongued Luke’s hole his concerns about the real world had drifted away. He had arched back and pushed himself onto the bear’s cock when it was rubbed on his hole. As it slid inside him, stretching his almost virgin hole around its girth, Luke had been concerned with only how good it felt. It really wasn’t until he was in the Lift home, his own load still clinging to his chest, that he had thought about what the wet sticky feeling between his cheeks meant. He had panicked a little, run to the bathroom as soon as he got into the dorm, and pushed the bear’s load out. Seeing how much cum had been inside him made his cock stir too. A few days later Luke was back at the bear’s house, flat on his back taking another massive load. That had been the end of Luke’s condom use. He liked it raw. He wanted the guys loads. He was snapped out of his reverie by a knock on the door. “Dinner’s ready, come on,” his mother said from the other side of the door. “Ok, just a minute.” Luke looked down at his hard cock in his soapy fist and sighed, “to be continued.” He rinsed and dried off, padding barefoot with a towel wrapped around him across the little hallway to his room. He pulled his underwear drawer open, at first reaching for some comfy boxer briefs for the evening, but changing his mind when he spotted an old pair of white briefs at the back. He pulled them on, feeling how snugly they fit. Was this how Brett and the mysterious author had felt in their briefs? Luke had a hard time not glancing at his dad as they sat at dinner. Was he the author? Had he been the one getting fucked by Brett’s dick? Did they have more in common that Luke had thought? “Are you ok?” His mother asked as they all finished their food. “Huh? Oh yeah fine, just tired. That attic is hot.” “Take a Gatorade from the garage when you go upstairs,” his dad said. “Yeah, good idea. I’m gonna grab one and go lay down. I barely made a dent today.” Luke drained the whole Gatorade before he even made it all the way upstairs. He refilled the bottle with water in the bathroom and flopped down on his bed. He lay there, looking up at the ceiling for a long minute. He really was tired, the heat and the moving was exhausting, but his mind was stuck on the journal and the pictures. He stripped off down to his briefs, and lay on top of his covers. He turned off the ceiling fan, letting the air settle around him. He cracked a window letting the warm summer air into the room. His hand slid down his chest and stomach, slipping under the elastic of his briefs to the base of his cock. It had never completely deflated after his shower and the blood quickly flowed back into the shaft. With one hand behind his head, the light smell of man drifting from his pit, he jerked off again. His mind filled with images of Brett and the mysterious author. He put himself into the story, feeling Brett’s body pressed against him. Imagining Brett now as one of the older guys Luke has been bred by at school. He shot another big load over himself. He wiped most of it off with a towel and feel asleep. Images of the men from the photos drifting through his dreams all night.

9 Punishment and reward Brad, who had fallen asleep after playing with his ass because his master hadn't come anymore, woke up. He had woken up sober and for the first time since he was in the room, he wasn't upset with his thoughts. Because of the rest he had received yesterday, a kind of acceptance had come over him and a need for it. Acceptance of his situation that he could not change it anyway, he began to feel affection for his master, in need of chems because he had already become addicted to the intoxication and its exciting effect. The thoughts of His body had become accustomed to the use and began to long for it. His thoughts were no longer the things of his past life but they consisted of almost complete sex and especially extreme sex with men. He was still enjoying himself in his bed and was pulling on his stiff morning erection. His other hand went to his cunt and he no longer felt a tense sphincter but a slightly gaping hole. His finger slid in on its own and he started fingering himself while playing with his cock. He withdrew his hand and thought that he had to get ready for should the master come along. He got up and stepped to the place where he had to rinse himself, he also refreshed himself for a moment and when he was done he went back to the bed. Just as he took a seat on the bed, Jack came in. Brad got a warm feeling about himself at the sight of Jack. Get on your knees and put your head down and don't look at me slut jack said in a commanding tone, from now on when I get into the room I want you to greet me like that. Brad was shocked by Jack's hard way of talking and did what was asked of him without hesitation. Jack took some wristbands, ankle straps and a blindfold. He put the wrist and ankle straps on his slut and put the blindfold on him. Brad had to stand up again and Jack saw that this had to excite Brad because he saw that he had a stiff pole. What do we have here slut, are you excited ? Inside Jack was happy with what he saw, it meant that Brad had changed and that his work had paid off but he couldn't let Brad know. This can't be slut, you're not here for your own pleasure, you're here just for my pleasure, Brad had to know his place and that place was not at the top of the chain but at the bottom. He pulled Brad's hair and asked him if he had in the time he had been everything. Brad who was shocked by what happened and by the harshness with which he was treated again lied and said no master I have not sprayed any seed yet. You're lying slut said Jack, I know you've been jerking that you've cum and you've been licking your own seed. Brad tried again to say he hadn't done it and Jack patted him on the back of his head. Do you think I'm retarded or something. He took some chains and attached the wristbands to them. The feeling of fear and fright took over to Brad and he hoped that he was just fastened to scare. For a moment it was quiet in the room, Jack looked with a smile on his face at the terrified Brad who did not know what was going to happen. Brad heard footsteps it was Jack who walked up to the wall to take some attributes again. He came back to Brad and without saying anything he placed some squeezers on Brad's tiles, he was startled and curled his toes from the pain. Then Jack took only squeezers and placed them all over Brad's body. The last 3 he placed on the back limp dick and sack of his slut who couldn't hold it anymore and started moaning from the pain signals his body was giving him. Silence said Jack, this is the punishment you get for lying and for playing with your pole without permission. Jack took a seat behind Brad and started hitting his slut's body with his whip. With each stroke Brad gave moaning sounds coming from the mouth of Brad's toes curled he curled in pain and he tried to bite the pain but the pain signals came from all sides of his body. Jack enjoyed this and went one step further. He stopped flogging for a moment and took the chains and hoisted them a little higher so that Brad could only stand on his toes and had trouble standing in one place. Jack took the whip back and now came to stand in front of Brad. He tapped quietly against one of the squeezers and Brad felt the squeezer start to slide over his skin and come loose. Unloading the squeezer was not a nice feeling, it was a painfully acute feeling that Brad got and he danced on his toes from the pain and wept loudly. Silence slut accepts your punishment. Brad tried to say sorry but there went the next squeezer and again he got a shot of pain. Jack took a step back. Do you know why you are being punished, he asked Brad. Brad was still bewildering the pain said as soon as he could yes, yes. Jack shook his head and now hit one of the squeezers with the whip so that it also came loose. This hurt even more and Brad let out a loud scream. Even though his mind was busy processing the pain shoots, he knew that he had answered wrongly. His thinking pattern had already changed and he said again as soon as he could yes master, I know why. The next battle followed and this time some pinchers fell off. Well so slut, you start to learn to always speak with two words to your master and creator. Sorry master, I won't do it again Brad exclaimed and in the meantime a few more blows followed. With each stroke, Brad howled and struggled to stay on his toes. Now only the squeezers remained on his nipples, she flaccid dick and sack. I hope you learned your lesson he said to Brad and hit the 3 squeezers of his dick and sack in 1 time. Brad screamed in pain. Jack put the whip away and stood next to Brad and whispered in his ear. What you have undergone now is nothing compared to what I can do to you. But I'vealready had to help you so that you can't play this with yourselfanymore because you can't control yourself. He went back to the wall and took a cock cage. Brad felt Jack touch his flaccid dick and felt something cold being put around it he heard a click of a lock. Jack took off Brad's blindfold, he squeezed his eyes in front of the bright light and he wanted to look down but that didn't work because Jack was holding his head. From now on I decide when to play with your dick, understood. Brad nodded and shei Yes sir. Jack pulled the squeezers on Brad's nipples and said I hope so, at that moment the squeezers unloaded and Brad moaned loudly. He pushed his thumbs on the nipples and the pain Brad was experiencing quickly ebbed away. Jack took hold of Brad's head and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth who answered the kiss with his tongue. For a moment Jack kissed Brad and when he interrupted the kiss he spat in the face of his slut. He unloaded the chains Brad was able to stand on his feet again but he was equally exhausted by the blows he had received and sank through his legs and fell to his knees. Well so slut he said to Brad, get right on your knees without asking. Jack came to stand in front of Brad who was still catching his breath, drinking slut. Brad opened his mouth and Jack stuck his flaccid dick in the mouth of his slut and started emptying his bladder. Brad who was still sober let it all happen because he was still exhausted from the blows he was getting and tried to swallow everything. The piss filled his entire mouth and a few drops fell to the ground. When Jack finished and pulled his pole out of Brad's mouth he saw that there were a few drops on the ground he pushed Brad's face into it. You know you can't let anything go to waste from me and Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the drops off the ground. Brad came back up and longed for a boost of chems, his body longing for a daze. Make your master hard said Jack and if you do your best you can get a reward. Brad opened his mouth and wanted to place his hands on Jack's body to find some support but he got a chat to his head. Without using your hands slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth again and took his master's half hard pole into his mouth and started sucking hard. Jack shook his head and pulled brad's hair and pulled his pole back. Did I tell you I want it hard. You may learn how to spoil a man's cock. A real whore starts quietly and spoils a cock because he likes to do it, you act like you want to get rid of it quickly. Start over. Brad nodded and said sorry master. You shouldn't say sorry slut you have to do it right. What else should I do with you if you can't even suck a dick properly. He opened his mouth and with his tongue he licked around his master's glans. He had to do well because his master's flaccid dick moved up and down through his lick and began to swell. He kissed and licked Jack's big thick mushroom and gently sucked it in. Good slut that's already much better said Jack. Brad quietly sucked at the top of his master's pole and worked it in little by little more until he was all the way in his's mouth. He felt Jack's dick getting harder and harder and filling his mouth more. The feeling of having a piss-smelling cock in his mouth made Brad horny and he felt that his cock wanted to get hard but that it didn't work out. He still hadn't seen what his master had done when he was blindfolded. He sucked and licked Jack's thick hard cock more and more intensely. Jack pulled his slut's hair and told him to learn to watch the man he sucked on his cock. Brad sucked on and now looked at his master. Jack shook his head and said slut you have 1 more chance or you'll get another lesson from me. You have to look like a slut enjoying himself, you have to look like a hungry whore who wants to suck the seed out of that cock and not like a scared or disinterested dick. Brad understood what his master was telling him to do and looked at his master as if he was licking a lollipop and enjoying the taste the lollipop gave him. That's already better, but you still have a lot to learn. Brad tasted his master's precum and he went into ecstasy, his eyes became smaller and began to turn slightly and for the first time Jack saw a sober slut look at Brad. Well so slut that is I wanted to see. Enjoy your master's fat pole. Jack grabbed Brad's head and pushed his pole deep into his throat. Brad was already able to suppress his gag reflex well and his throat became more and more accustomed to being fucked deep throat. Hmm this is the slut take your master's full pole inside. Jack started thrusting into the mouth of his slut and wanted to discharge his seed but stopped because he didn't think he deserved it yet. He withdrew his stiff drool-lined cock from his slut's mouth and went to the table where the chems were. Brad stayed on his knees and looked for the first time at his dick which was now trapped in a steel cage. He wanted to pull it but he knew if he did he would be punished again. Jack came back with a small mirror with 2 fat lines on it. Brad looked Jack in his eyes, those 2 lines were new to him, he was already used to smoking Tina or getting horny from a burning sensation in his cunt or getting a squirt. Here slut, daddy has for you your special vitamin K. You may soon pinch one nostril and sniff a line with your other slut and then you do the same with your other nostril. Dare to blow it away and you will pay for it. Brad's body calmed down at the thought of getting another shot of chems right away and he couldn't wait to work the line into his nose. He placed his index finger against his nostriland pushed it shut and like a pro he sniffed the first line inside. I see that you exactly need a new fix slut, so greedily sniffing that first line. Brad enjoyed the feeling of calm feeling he got from the line that had just disappeared into his nose. He now pinched his other nose and sniffed the other fat line. He came back to sit up, Jack grinning at the sight of Brad's face. Oh slut, you're a real drug whore. Clean your nose because it is full of white powder. Brad rubbed his hands over his nose and at that moment hitand into the chems. He started to float and his body felt like rubber. Jack straightened him up and Brad really struggled to get his body under control. How he had gotten that he could hardly control his own body anymore. Jack put him in the sling and fastened his arms and legs. He took a chair and the special lube and a jar of grease. Brad had trouble moving, he started drooling and his body felt numb. He saw Jack take a seat on the chair and he felt Jack push his fingers into his cunt. He felt the burning sensation rise again and he began to moan. Jack waited a moment and once pulled on Brad's trapped dick and hit his balls a few times. Brad barely reacted and Jack saw that his slut was flying wellw as. Jack grinned, ready for your first steedebutt slut. Brad mumbled something unintelligible, he enjoyed the warm feeling he got and begged his cunt to be filled. The empty feeling in his hole was short-lived as it felt a thick dildo push against his sphincter and slide in. Jack pushed the dildo all the way into Brad's cunt. That goes very smoothly Slut I'm proud of you. He took the thick dildo he had placed on the fucking machine and pushed it against Brad's sphincter. The sphincter was already fairly open and with a little effort the dildo slid in nicely. Brad who was still drooling was droolingviolently, the greasy dildo stretched his hole all the way open. Jack started fucking his slut with the dildo and pushed him deeper and deeper until he was on the two rings and couldn't go any further. I will open that second ring with my fist slut don't worry said Jack and Brad who was completely in trance. After Jack had fucked Brad's cunt with the dildo for a moment he took him out of the meanwhile gaping hole. He took the jar of fat and took a quantityof egg in his hands, he smeared it over and into the hole and worked 4 fingers inside and made twisting movements with his hands. Brad was still flying heavily but the heaviest effect of the chems was diminishing. He still had no control over his body but could already think a little more clearly and had stopped drooling. He groaned at the feel of the four fingers stretching open his hole. Jack now took turns pushing his hand inside the gaping hole, only pushing his thumb in with him was not yet possible. He took some more fat and pushed his hand in again and turned around in Brad's cunt and placed his other hand and pushed it in as well. Brad felt that his cunt was full and his sphincter at his maximum and started moaning. We're not going to stop slut yet, you're almost there. He took a bottle of poppers, poured some on a cloth, put it in a gas mask and placed the mask on Brad's head. Brad couldn't help but sniff the aroma, Brad started flying and moaning more violently again. Jack felt that his closingmuscle was relaxing again and took some more fat and pushed his hand inside. He felt he was almost there and with his other hand he pulled on the sphincter to make some more room and then it happened. The pinch of the thumb was over the sphincter, disappeared into Brad's lair and sothe rest of the hand went in. Jack was now up to his wrist in Brad's cunt, Brad moaned heavily because with each breath he sniffed a new load of poppers and was completely tripping. Jack made a fist in Brad's cunt and spun around in it. He withdrew his hand a bit and felt that he was back on the sphincter. He pulled and pushed every time until he was back at that point. Brad didn't know what he was feeling, in his mind his cunt was central and it had to be filled. But his cunt was already filled but he wanted more, he wanted deeper, he wanted it harder. He felt perfect with his master's fist in his cunt but it wasn't enough. Jack withdrew his hand from Brad's cunt and took off the mask. The chems were almost finished and Brad needed another trip. He took the pipe filled it with crystals and took a lighter. He loosened Brad's arms and gave him the pipe and lighter. I want you to blow clouds slut. Brad nodded and melted the crystals in the pipe and inhaled the white smoke. He held it in as long as he could and the moment he blew out Jack pushed his fist back inside Brad. Brad called out loudly fill me master, fill my hole with everything you have. The fist went in much smoother and Jack wanted to get through the two rings. He pushed on until he reached the second ring and stroked it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Brad continued to blow big white clouds. Jack felt his slut's hole getting hot again and felt the tension on the two muscles slacken. Jack gently pushed his fingers through the opening and Brad began to moan more violently again and called for more. Jack withdrew his fist and now also loosened Brad's legs and helped him out of the sling and threw him on the bed. Sit on all four slut Brad who was flying back did what was asked of him. Brad stepped back to the table of the chems and took a bottle and threw it on the bed. Drinking slut it will do you good. The bottle was provided with a good dose of G and Brad drank it eagerly. Jack came back behind Brad and he smeared his fist and his arm up to his elbow with grease. He gave another bottle of poppers to Brad and told him to sniff like he had just sniffed that line and Brad did what was asked of him. The G started to work and perfectly complemented the Tina which was already flying around in system. He sniffed the poppers and he felt Jack push his fist inside. The moment the fist was sucked in was the supreme moment of pleasure for Brad and he showed his master that he enjoyed this by pushing his ass back and ramming the fist deeper into his cunt. Well so slut, fuck yourself on your master's fist. Although this was only the first time Brad had been fisted, he was a natural talent. Jack released his fist into Brad's hole and stretched his fingers. Brad was still riding his master's fist and enjoying every moment. Jack felt the second ring again and pushed the second ring open with the help of Brad who was riding harder and harder on his master fist. Brad moaned loudly and fell down on the bed. Because of his and riding harder and harder on his master fist, he had without realizing it himself ensured that Jack had been hit by the second muscle and was now completely in his intestines. Look at you what a dirty, horny whore you are. So hard riding on your master's fist. Look what kind of slut you've become. You make your daddy proud son. Brad groaned at hearing what his master said about him. He wanted to get the arm even deeper but he was exhausted. Jack saw this and thought it was enough. He withdrew his arm from Brad's gaping hole and turned it on his back. Brad's eyes turned in his eye sockets, he was sweating profusely and his mouth fell open and he was gaping for breath. I'm proud of you today slut. You have shown that you have embraced your true self. Tomorrow we can see if you get through your first test. Jack wanted to rest him but Brad didn't have enough and wanted seed. Give me your seed master squirt my hole full of your seed. Jack looked at the squirming Brad on the bed begging for his seed and grinned loudly. You want my seed slut. You don't have enough yet. Well I hope you can handle it because you will get my seed. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs down to his neck. His stiff pole sat effortlessly into Brad's gaping hole and he went straight to his balls in Brad's cunt. Brad groaned with pleasure. Oh slut your tight pussy is gone, from now on I can pound you as hard in your cunt as I want. He took another narrow dildo and stuck it by his cock into the gaping hole. Oh yes master, Brad groaned. Fuck my hole, it's completely yours. You didn't have to tell Jack that twice and he started pounding Brad hard and pushed the dildo inside each time. Every time Jack's hard dick came in, precum came out of Brad's flaccid caged dick. Jack reached his high point and moaned loudly. Here comes the slut. Here comes your reward. Brad felt his hole fill with his master's seed. Jack withdrew his limp pole and he saw his seed running out of Brad's gaping cunt. He licked up his own seed and kissed Brad and let the seed run into his mouth. Brad tasted his master's seed and swallowed it eagerly. Rest from my son, and make sure you are ready for your test tomorrow. Brad could barely say yes sir and fell asleep.

Part 2: Chaos Begins I felt a cool breeze from the night air wash over my exposed ass. My hole puckered. I was swimming in fuzzies from the molly and anticipation. I gyrated on the bed. The cool breeze stopped as the stranger in the room closed the door. I was waiting, ass up, face down, half hidden under bedding but fully exposed to a stranger, waiting, wanting, and needing to get railed. My body felt warm and light, there was a sense of exhilarating freedom coursing through me. I heard the sound of things being placed on the bedside table. Clothing being removed. The clink of a belt hitting the floor. The rustle of clothing. The shifts of a body moving from foot to foot, place to place. I was so high that I felt like I could feel shifts in the pressure of air in the room. His movements sending currents through the small room that could be felt by the tiniest hairs on my body. Everything felt slow and intentional. I felt his body get on the bed to the right of me. It felt like he was kneeling next to me. “Here. Sniff these.” Poppers were placed near my hand. I have never tried poppers, but I certainly knew what they were. I didnt feel any hesitation. I took the bottle, opened them up, and placed the opening under my nostril while under the sheets. I took 4 large, deep inhalations, feeling the electricity of the molly mixing with the thrumming of the poppers. I groaned deep and low. “Fuck yah”, he said. The stranger stayed next to me, kneeling on the bed. He lifted up the bedding more, so it only covered the base of my neck and head. Everything else was completely uncovered. He took my free right hand and placed it on his rock hard cock. I could picture it, I could see the image he sent on grindr. His large mushroom head was wet with precum as I stroked it slightly. I could feel it pulsing as it filled my hand, radiating heat and lust and need. I was going to get used. “Stroke it, get it ready for your ass.” I played with it, slowly, appreciating its size and weight. It felt important in my hand. Like it had purpose that I was created to fulfill. I couldnt see him or his dick, but my highness gave me a different experience. It was heightened and as I stroked him, I could picture so much more than my eyes would ever tell me. My mouth felt really dry and I felt uncontrollably high. My eyes were closed but I could picture so much. Noises were colors, my shaking energy was a wash of pink behind my eyes and the radiant heat from his dick was orange. I could feel so much and I wanted so much. I groaned, “fuck me”. I was about to get what Trev got. A strangers dick in his hole. He moved away from the right of me and into position behind me. Where there was previously a cool breeze from the open door, now there was a warm sensation on my ass and hole. He was blowing on me. Fuck. My asshole twisted and i shivered. It was too much. I heard him spit and felt a wad land right on my hole. He blew some more. Spit. Then blew some more. He was in control. “What a nice ass and hole. You gonna give it to me?” I just groaned. “You got anyone else lined up?” I didnt know how to respond, or if I should. So I just groaned again. Speaking wasn’t much of an option anyway. My thinking and rational humanity was replaced by desire and lust. He brushed his finger on my hole, teasing it slightly, just lightly pressing a finger at the edge, before moving up and down my crack. “No one else eh? You want some cock? I wanna hear you.” Again, I just groaned. As I did he inserted a finger, right to the base knuckle. I whimpered in response, “yesssss. I want to get fucked.” I clenched on his finger, feeling him inside me, holding himself there. “Yeh, you are going to get fucked. Keep sniffing those poppers”. I almost forgot. I opened them up and sniffed, feeling my asshole clench less and less. “That’s it. Don’t clench, let go. Open up for me.” He moved his finger slowly in and out. “Keep sniffing. Take deep hits. I want you nice and loose for this cock.” Groan. I could feel him using his thumb to rub up and down my taint, stroking lightly near my balls. He inserted a second finger. I started to clench. “No boy, don’t clench. Stay loose. You need to be nice and loose for my fuck.” I whimpered more. I pressed my chest and face further into the mattress, lifting my ass and body up more with my core, spreading my legs more and bringing my knees closer to my head. He was so deep inside and I felt open and loose, just like he wanted. . “Fuck yeh. You ready for the dick?” I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. Just then, I got a glimpse of Trev again and remembered the top asking him if he wanted the load. I wanted this man to fuck me, and I wanted it raw. He pulled his finger out and shifted on the bed. I heard him spit again a few times followed by the slap of a cock on my hole. I couldnt help myself, I pushed myself back onto it. I reached back with my left hand, but just as I did, he pulled away. “Just need to get myself hard”. It felt pretty hard already. But I knew he was in control. “Put your hands forward and sniff those poppers boy. You want this, I know it.” I did as he commanded. Just as I took a third huge sniff, I felt his cock head at my hole. He just left it there with just the slightest bit of pressure, easing his way inside me. I couldn’t handle it. I let out a slow and long moan. “That’s right, just take it. Yeah boy. Just give your ass up to fuck. Ill get you ready for other guys.” Holy fuck I was spinning. “Yeah you like that don’t ya? Just fucking using you.” The feelings and sensations were so intense. I had never experienced anything like this before. “You were made to get fucked, weren’t you. Tell me boy.” I just groaned. “I wanna hear you say it boy. Tell you were born to get fucked.” I could barely form words, but I heard the authority and urgency in his voice. I could feel it. I responded, “I… I am made to get fucked.” I barely finished saying the word ‘fucked’ and he thrust inside me completely. I let out a loud and deep groan, throwing my hands out in front of me and pressing my chest and upper body deeply into the bed. He started fucking me right away, deep long strokes. I was there to be used. He pounded away. It was like he went from 0 to 60, teasing me, blowing on my hole, and forcing me to commit to being his fucktoy. Then, as soon as he got what he wanted he dove in. He didn’t hesitate or ask for anymore permission, he just leaned into the heat. He was now there to use me and get off. The molly, poppers, rum, and the experience were overwhelming me, but I suddenly remembered I asked him if he was safe. I know I meant using a condom, but I vaguely remembered that I almost intentionally left out details so that it was up for interpretation. He was pounding me with deep, intentional, and fast thrusts. The bed was moving, my body felt like it was being struck by waves of sexual pressure. He was never outside of me, but he was creating friction and a pulling sensation with his cock in my hole. I kept picturing it pulling at the edges of my insides. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel his dick as it entered my hole. I kept picturing his hard dick inside me. I reached back with my left hand and moved towards my ass. Instantly he grabbed it, positioning it over my head and pushing my body forwards. I collapsed fully into the bed. “Unh uhh. You are not in control. I am. Sniff those poppers boy. You are going to get what you need. You like this dick?” His weight was fully on top of me. I felt like I could barely breathe with the pressure on me. But I took some poppers anyway. The movement of his body was creating loud slapping noises and my cheeks, his body, and his balls slapped together. I pictured his cock, I thought of Trev, and I remembered the top asking him, “You want it?” Followed by Trev demanding that he be bred by the top. I whimpered, “Fuck. I want it.” The top inside me chuckled. “Yeh, you want it. I know you do. You are going to get it.” Deep, hard strokes were filling me up. “You are going to get it. Ill lube you up for the next guy.”I couldnt even comprehend the idea of another top, another fuck, but I think he was right. I wanted it. “Please, give it to me. Deeper.” I could hear myself, but I could barely believe it was me. I felt like I was roleplaying as a cumdump junkie, something I would normally judge others for. I was so happy in my relationship, I was proud that I wasn’t just some other slutty gay cliche, yet here I was. Getting railed by a stranger, probably raw. Just like Trev. I was just like Trev. I wanted to feel everything Trev felt. I could feel his rhythm changing. He was getting ready. Each thrust felt like it was sending fire throughout my body. I was loose, but I was so high I felt like I wasnt even getting to feel his cock. I wanted to feel it, especially as he shot. “Don’t clench. Stay loose.” I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good. “The harder you clench, the harder I am going to fuck.” Goddamn it. His language, his words, how he owned me. It was driving me wild. “All right boy, I see how it is going to be. Get ready.” He picked up pace and he was true to his word. I couldn’t stop clenching and gyrating my ass to his movements. My cock was rubbing up hard against the bed and it felt like it could burst at any moment. He shoved hard and deep, going harder and deeper than I expected he could. It felt violent and raw. I had no rights here, just a hole. “Fuck yeh. Get ready. Here it comes.” Suddenly I felt fearful. What the fuck was I doing. I started to freak out a bit. “Dont breed me… I… I only play safe.” He laughed and groaned, shoving his cock deep. “Too late boy. You are getting it deep.” He spasmed. I tried to pull away, but I was too weak. I was too much of a slut. Too much of a hole. I wanted it and any resistance I felt was outweighed by the drugs and the desire I felt. He pistoned a few times, placing his load deep in me but also letting me feel his raw cock a few more times, then he pulled out. “Fuck dude, I came a lot. That is a sweet hole.” I started to move and pushed myself up a bit and back to all fours. “No. stay down.” he pushed me back roughly into the bed. I could tell I was leaking from my ass and also my cock. The cummy jock was silky and soft, but soaked through with precum. I felt his body shift as he leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my hole. “Yeh that’s it. You loved it didnt you? It would be a shame if you stopped now. Do you want more, boy?” At this point I couldnt feel control over my body and even my spirit. I was an aimless fuck crazed slut. “Yeh. I gotta jet, but you should get fucked.” He grabbed my junk roughly with his other hand. I could barely contain myself. The feeling of my cummy ass and his fingers roughly pawing at my junk sent me over the edge. I started cumming and it oozed through the jock. “Fuck yeh. You little slut. That’s okay, just more lube for the next guy.” He scooped up the cum by pulling the jock to the side. He reached up and around to my face and shoved his other fingers in my mouth. I could taste myself. He went back, grabbed more of the jizz in my jock, and then shoved those fingers in my hole. “Ill check in on you, boy. You are good boy and you are going to be a good boy for other guys I hope.” He pulled out and I felt empty. I heard him getting dressed and he didnt say anything else. A few moments later he slapped my ass. Then he was gone. I heard the door open and close and I was alone. I felt drained, but so incredibly high. I could tell it was going to last a while. I had cummed, but my cock was rock hard. I rolled over and inserted a finger in my ass. Fuck I was wet and loose. I grabbed my phone and tried my best to use it give how high i was. It wasn’t working well. I couldn’t believe I wanted more, but I did. All I could think was, what have I done and am I ready for more? I was about to find out. ----- Note from author: Tell me what else should happen and maybe Ill continue chad's descent?

Similar experience for me. We met at the tubs, had just over 30 wonderful years together. Usually went out cruising together, but sometimes we went to different fuckjoints. Often had small groups over, or went to group-fuck events. We were both pigs, but he passed a number of years ago, and I miss him every damn day. Very happy for you, EuRawBottom, that you found the right man to share your life with. It's a gift from the Universe to find the right man we can be completely honest and open with, and go do it all with him.

This is a tale about me, Logan Ball and my journey from innocent newbie in the theatre biz to a seasoned pro spreading more than just my talent and love of theatre. This first chapter is how my eyes were opened to the amazing opportunity I had been given and the gift I received from an unlikely source. Chapter One - Alma I wasn’t out of college yet when I got cast in my first non-Equity tour of an old Broadway show. We were finishing up senior showcases in New York City and I decided to try for a cattle call audition and I got lucky! Eighteen years of dance and voice lessons had paid off! My 6’ 2” frame and lithe build didn’t hurt, nor did my shining green eyes and auburn hair. I would get to graduate and move straight from my apartment in Michigan to out-of-town tech rehearsal in the heart of Arkansas for a month before we hit the road and I would get to travel and be paid to do what I loved. Dreams were coming true and prayers were being answered! My enthusiasm was slightly tempered when I saw the accommodations: I would be sharing a room with another chorus boy in a mediocre hotel just outside the town. I told myself that I shouldn’t mind too much — I would be working in the theater and rehearsal rooms all day, so I would only be there to crash. My roommate turned out to be a fun guy who had been on the road before with a few shows. We bonded over gin martinis that first night and decided we would be friends. The rehearsal schedule was intense and we were constantly thrown between music rehearsals, choreography sessions, blocking rehearsals, wig and costume fittings. . . you never felt like you were in one place for very long. In the background the set was beginning to take shape onstage and we were moving toward our technical rehearsals. The one thing left to decide was who in the chorus cast would fly. The show required one member of the cast to fly across the set in three places during the show. Once, just zooming across, and two more times doing some rolls and flying in zig-zags. I had volunteered (having had tumbling experience) but was a bit worried because of my height. Our first day of tech came and the director came over to me, “Logan we need to get you fitted into the flying harness. I thought Max would be up for it, but he’s afraid of heights.” “No problem!” I responded, trying to keep my boyish excitement under control. I trotted over to the stage left wing and grabbed the stage manager, “where do I go for the harness?” The stage manager didn’t even look up from her prompt script, pointing toward the shadows upstage. I heard the director call for an hour lunch break as I started back toward the dark corner where the road cases which would transport the set were stored. As I approached the cases an older guy walked out from between two large trunks and walked up to me. “Are you Logan?” His voice was rough, sounding like he had been drinking a bottle of whiskey a night for as long as I had been alive. As I got closer I noticed he wasn’t really that old. Maybe mid-forties, but he had a drawn look about him as if he hadn’t had a good meal in awhile. His eyes were mischievous, but he was still a handsome man. “Yes, that’s me! I am supposed to see someone about getting fitted in the flying harness for the rehearsal this afternoon.” I stuck out my hand to shake his. The man looked me up and down before grabbing my hand. “My name’s Johnny. I’ll be the flight coordinator on this show and will be getting you clipped in and out of the harness every time you go up. Come back here and let me get you fitted. I’m sure we have something that will work for you.” He gave me that curious sweep with his eyes as he yanked my arm forward to follow him. We retreated back to the box fort of boxes where he had set up a little station full of carabiners, rope, flying wire, rigging wire, and several different harness types with various attachments. “Strip to your undies, man.” I started a bit. Actors aren’t really repressed people; we change in front of others all the time, but I guess I didn’t expect to be down to my Calvins in front of this old guy. As I started to strip, I looked at Johnny a little closer. He was wearing the requisite black work shirt that technicians on the tour were wearing, but instead of slacks he was wearing a black kilt with tons of pockets. I thought that was kind of an interesting choice, but it accentuated his thin torso and gave his hips some flair. I stripped off my shorts and cute shirt that I felt accentuated my twink frame. Johnny walked around me, taking in my bubble butt and bulge in my steel-banded Calvin Klein briefs. I normally wasn’t shy about my body, but something in this man’s gaze made me feel like I was being looked at for the first time as a man instead of a boy. “Okay, I think we’re going to have to have two harnesses. One is going to be your regular harness for the first flight just straight across the stage. We want to make sure your chest and groin are both supported since they want to get you going at some speed.” He continued to look at me critically, “and the second harness is just a harness around your groin and hips that allows for some acrobatics. The problem is that you’ll have to strip off your costume each show so we can swap the harnesses out under your clothes.” Johnny leaned in and started to feel up around my shoulders, “You have okay muscle tone, but we’ll work on that during the tour.” His hand slowly slid down across both my pecs before it continued down my abs. His hand left a wave of goosebumps wherever it passed. Johnny leaned in and looked me straight in the eyes, “we’ll get you in perfect shape to use this,” he grabbed my bulge firmly and I noticed for the first time that I had gotten hard being objectified by this man, “to do its job.” He squeezed with a little more pressure and my breath caught in my throat. After a moment of intensity when all I saw were his eyes and I felt I couldn’t breathe, he shuffled back to the harness selection and picked up two models. “Okay boy, let’s get you fitted.” Once the intensity of the moment wore off (and I was able to convince my brain to breathe on its own again) we spent half an hour getting in and out of the two harnesses, correcting all the various straps and ties to fit me snugly. He even hooked me into the fly system and raised me up a few times to check the counterbalances and make sure it would all work. I continued on with the rest of rehearsal that day with a little bit of fog in my head. The crotch grab and intensity of the old man’s stare wouldn’t leave my mind and I knew I was hooked, on what, though, I didn’t know. * * * * * * That night after we were finished with our crazy 16 hour day, I walked backstage to grab my bag and head to the bus to get back to the hotel when Johnny came up to me. “Logan I need a few more minutes of your time to check one more thing before we fly you around in rehearsal tomorrow.” “Okay, I just don’t want to miss the bus back to the hotel.” “Don’t worry about that, I can bring you back in my car. This might take another twenty minutes or so.” I shrugged, grabbing my bag and following him back behind the boxes for the second time that day. “Strip,” was the command he gave and I immediately started to obey. As I was shucking off my shorts again, I noticed the front of his black kilt bulging out. I felt my eyes go wide and was sure my pupils dilated. . . My hormones were off the charts. When I straightened, his eyes were boring holes into my own. “Do you want this?” I nodded. “Be warned, it has a stinger.” I just knelt down and lifted the front of his kilt, exposing his freeballing 9” cock with a beautiful foreskin covering a bullet-shaped head. I tentatively licked his slit and felt his slick precum on my tongue. My college experience had seen me suck a few cocks, but this was by far the biggest I had seen in real life. I grinned as I thought how slutty I must look — rehearsal-ruffled hair, shining eyes, and licking the head of this old guy’s dick like it was the sweetest treat in the world! The licking didn’t last long before Johnny really took control, grabbing my head and forcing his cock down my throat. I wasn’t expecting as much aggression, so I more or less immediately gagged and dry heaved. “Yeah, bitch, there’s more than one reason that I made sure you missed lunch today.” He drove his cock back down my throat as I sputtered and choked around it. “You’ll be fine, you just need to breathe.” By this point, he has done this five or six times and I am starting to leak mucus out of my mouth and it is coating his cock and balls. “That’s it boy, get my dick nice and slick. It is going to be in your hole in a couple of minutes.” My eyes flew wide at that pronouncement. “But Johnny, I’ve never taken anything in my ass before, and you’re huge!” Johnny just laughed and impaled my head on his cock again. I had always imagined that I would put my career first for a few years then meet some young twink straight from college and top him for my first experience. I wasn’t a submissive, so why were my hormones not letting me tell this man, ‘hell no’? Johnny pulled all the way out of my mouth, with just a line of spit leaving an arc connecting my lips with the head of his cock. Johnny pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and ripped open the back of my underwear in what seemed like one smooth motion. Before I could even think of protesting he pushed me up against a trunk and slid his saliva-slicked member up my crack, teasing my hole. I had never felt anything like it before. His chest pressed up against my back as he continued to slick my crack and I could feel his breath on my right ear. “I’m going to open you up and change your life, Logan.” He took a nibble of my earlobe, making me moan. “I could tell that you are a top the moment I met you, but you’re young and need an elder to teach you how to treat a boy.” His head started probing my still-tight hole. “Before this tour is over I am going to show you the pleasure you can give your partners. . .” I felt him start to enter me ever so slowly as I tried to relax. “. . . you are going to bestow on men something that will change their lives, just as I am going to change yours.” The pressure was growing now, and I started to feel a little twinge of pain as his head seemed to pry my hole apart by force. “I’m going to show you what your dick can do, and you will submit to me, your ultimate father.” My hormone-drunk brain thought that was peculiar, but I had the distraction of his head completely popping in to distract me. I let out a hiss of air as I hadn’t been breathing. “You’re going to take this cock every day until the end of your contract next year and you will see just how much difference a year can make.” With that, he knocked the back of my knees with his hands and I fell onto all 9” of his cock at once. I screamed, cried, and blubbered in the next thirty minutes as Johnny tore up my ass. What had started out as just pain when I took his entire length at once became pleasurable as we found a rhythm and he fucked me senseless. At one point he spun me around and with strength I didn’t know he possessed, grabbed my legs and lifted my back against the roacd cases. “Logan, look me in the eyes as I cum inside you. This will be a moment you will never forget.” I did as I was ordered and saw his pupils flash as I gave my body totally over to ecstasy. With a final mighty thrust that I felt in my lungs, I felt his cock expand as warmth spread through my abdomen. ------------ Part Two coming soon! 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While we frequently talk of getting a boner, or about how some Top ‘boned’ a bottom. The human penis does not, of course, contain one. A good thing, too, because a lot of us would probably end up with perforated bowels the way some Tops go at it. The walrus (Obodenus rosmarus) penis, however, does contain one, called a baculum, and it’s the longest of any land mammal, up to 25 in/63cm long. It’s worth mentioning also that the average bull walrus weighs around 3,000 lb./1,360 kg, and they probably like to be on top, but it really doesn’t matter since they only copulate in the freezing waters of the Arctic. Actually, if you think about it, it makes perfect sense that they would need a penis bone, because try keeping an erection when you’re up to your neck in ice-cold water. They probably wouldn’t find us sexy anyway. I mean, look at their underwear models.

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Fortunately, I managed to avoid that trap, and here's how I did it: One of my mom's friends wanted me to take her frumpy oldest daughter to the prom (there was a second sister I would have gladly taken, since she was a lot of fun and a real trouble-maker). So mom waited till dad got home from work, everyone sitting in the living room watching Cronkite, and she said (names changed) "Mary (the mother) would like you to take Jane (daughter) to her prom. I want you to do it". My dad just sat there, waiting to see what I would do, with this tiny little hint of a smile. Of course, I was outraged, and said so. So my mom angrily said "alright then, call Mary and tell her that he daughter isn't good enough for you". My dad's little smile grew a bit. I replied "No, YOU call Mary and tell her what a stupid thing that was to do, and make sure she doesn't do what you've done to HER kid" (there was also a boy in that family). Dad's grinning widely by now, and saying nothing. Mom attacks dad for not supporting her. Dad laughs and says he hope she's learned a lesson. Mom stomps off to the kitchen to get supper out of the oven. Everyone eats in silence. And my mom never asked anything like that again.

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i think i was in 4th grade so maybe 8 or 9 years old . some neighbor kids and i would jerk off all the time and grab eachothers nuts. we were all naked in my room one day and one guy told me to put his little brothers dick in my mouth. so i did. i didnt suck another dick until i was 15 in high school. but i was getting sucked plenty by younger guys at that time. just judging from my experience, i started late.

besides sucking my own dad, i have always sought out dads with sons. It usually started with me talking to the son or dad at a nude beach or xx theaters and feeling them out if that kind of talk turned them on. Have to say almost 95 percent found it hot. over the years, have probably seen about 5 sons actually going down on daddy.

Chapter 3: Ducks in a Row Andrew unlocked the door of the condo, then stepped aside to let Markus walk in first. Of course, he was watching for any signs of familiarity to note down and report back to Dr. Preston. Markus walked into the main living room, and then went slowly around. He paused at a display shelf. “My dad’s gold medal from Olympic wrestling. He gave it to me when I won a citywide high school tournament in Frankfurt.” Andrew knew the story well, but politely said, “Oh, wow.” “And the little ceramic vase – my mom made that while I watched her at work. I was about eight or nine, and the way her hands shaped it as the wheel spun around, it fascinated me.” “It’s beautiful.” Now, he moved to the panoramic window and stared out at the mountains across Burrard Inlet. “Those two peaks there, are those the Lions?” “Yes, they are. They’re a lot farther away from here, and from each other, than they appear.” Andrew knew that Markus couldn’t have had a view of the Lions from any room in the hospital, so he took that as a positive sign. But he decided to move on. “Let’s get these bags dropped off into the rooms.” He headed off down the hall to the master bedroom. Markus followed behind, suddenly suspicious. “Wait, how did you know which way to go for the bedrooms?” “We got your address from your ID when you were brought in. Once we knew you were going home, we got permission from the management to come into the apartment, just to make sure there would be room for the massage table. And there it is.” He pointed to the far side of the room, where the table stood between the desk and the window. “I’ll just drop my bag off in the guest room.” “Wait!” Markus spoke so sharply that Andrew pulled up, before turning to look at him. “Are you afraid to share the bed with me?” The words were spoken with a meaning grin and a wink. Andrew faked a chuckle. “That’s your game, is it?” Markus grinned again. “Well, you certainly are good-looking and in shape, and your pants look like you could be packing a concealed friendly weapon.” Andrew cringed inwardly at what he had to say next. “Not a good plan. Have to maintain professionalism here. I’ll stick with the guest room, thanks.” Once he was in the guest room, Andrew sat down, groaned, and buried his head in his hands. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought – and he suddenly realized that the problem wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Markus hadn’t forgotten that he liked men and he was attracted to Andrew – all over again. It was like a replay of the first time they’d met, at a Pride party on the beach. Andrew thought back to that Sunday afternoon twenty-two years earlier. *************** The sun blazed fiercely down on the beachfront, making the temperature uncommonly warm for Vancouver. The band was pumping amplified music out at a superjet-powered level that made sure the lyrics could be clearly heard for miles around. The crowd of revellers in a few clothes and a lot more skin streamed continuously into the party area. Andrew moved around the periphery of the crowd, where he felt more comfortable. He had tucked his shirt inside the back of his shorts, and was enjoying the sun, but he wasn’t sure why he had come. Sure, it was Pride, so wave the flag, show your true colours, community solidarity, blah blah blah, but the truth was that he didn’t really enjoy big, noisy parties. He was just trying to decide if it was time enough to pull the plug and leave, when a hand seized him and dragged him right into the crowd. “C’mon, let’s dance! You’re looking kind of down there – let loose and enjoy yourself!” Andrew found himself facing a tall, lean blond man with clear blue eyes. Like him, the guy was shirtless. Unlike Andrew, the shirt was nowhere in sight and the shorts were super-tight and super-short, outlining a firm round ass and a more-than-interesting bulge. In no time, he realized that the stranger had far better dance moves than most of the guys around them. Andrew began picking up some pointers just by watching and the two of them were soon moving in sync, two guys dancing as one. Once they really got into the same groove, the stranger moved closer to him and they danced close, moving together and moving against each other. Soon they were embracing and kissing, and then the stranger asked his name. “Andrew. Yours?” “I’m Markus.” They hung out together for the rest of the party, and Andrew found he was enjoying the party much more now that he was with someone. The party was on Sunset Beach, and they stayed until just about sunset. But then Markus said, “Let’s leave now. I’d rather just watch the sunset somewhere a bit calmer. Okay with you?” They left the party area and walked along the shoreline park for about 10 minutes, then picked out a spot and sat down on the beach, leaning back against one of the huge logs placed there. Markus reached out and took Andrew’s hand. A minute later, Andrew was leaning his head on Markus’ shoulder, Markus put his arm around Andrew, and they sat like that, watching the sun go down. At last, the air was getting cooler, and Markus stood up. “Come on, Andrew, let’s go and heat things up again.” “What did you have in mind? Club party? Bar?” “My bedroom? Yours?” Andrew laughed. “Yours, if its close. Mine’s a fair distance.” “Come on, then.” It was a short walk to the apartment which Markus shared with two other guys. “They won’t be home, they’ve gone off to Barcelona for the week.” Markus led Andrew into his bedroom, and in seconds they had their arms around each other and were busily working at getting each other’s shorts off as fast as possible. Andrew won, because he just had to give a little tug on the tiny shorts Markus was wearing, and down they came. He dropped to his knees and grasped the beautiful 8-inch uncut tool in front of him as it jutted up, licking up the shaft as he played with the balls. Then, skinning back the cover, he licked around the head before he swallowed the entire shaft into his mouth, and Markus let out a long-drawn groan. “Oh, fuck, yeaaahhhh, that’s so good.” Andrew worked on Markus for a few minutes, but then Markus grabbed him, pulled him up, and resumed kissing for a minute. Then he said, “My turn,” and went to his knees, taking Andrew’s 8-incher in hand and going to work on it. In no time, he had Andrew moaning and groaning as he worked his tongue up, down, and around the shaft, then plunging his head right down the shaft, taking the entire cock into his throat. “Damn, that’s fucking hot,” Andrew gasped out, as Markus used his virtuoso sucking technique to bring him rapidly to the boil. But now, Markus released Andrew’s tool, and Andrew pulled him up, said “Turn around,” and then knelt down again, burying his face in between Markus’ firm round ass cheeks. One thing Andrew had learned right from his earliest experiments with his high school track teammates was that he loved eating ass. It turned him on immensely to hear a man groaning and moaning while Andrew’s busy tongue dug into his hole, washed down his cheeks, licked over his taint, and more. He gave Markus the works, until Markus was moaning and crying nonstop in ecstasy, his hole opening up and begging for it. And now Markus was begging too. “Oh, fuck, man, you’ve got me so fucking hot. I can’t wait! Get that thing into me. Plant that big fucking cock on my hole, shove it into me, and ride me long and hard!” “Always glad to oblige.” Andrew stood up, then gave Markus a firm shove that sent him sprawling across the bed, face down, ass up, and ready. Andrew leaped on top of him, digging his dick into the crack. “Spread those cheeks,” he snapped, and Markus reached back with his long arms, grasping his cheeks and pulling them open as Andrew planted his big cockhead against the hole and began to lean on it. “Got some lube?” Markus was still just a little too tight. He reached over to the bed table, pulled out a tube, and passed it up to Andrew, then grabbed and opened his cheeks again. Andrew spread the lube over his rigid dick, worked some into Markus’ hole, then tossed the tube aside, planted his cock against the hole and began to lean on it. Now, like magic, Markus opened right up, and Andrew’s thick head slipped into his ass. “Ohhhhh….” Markus gave a long moan that trailed off into silence. Andrew waited patiently until the hole began to relax a little more, and then slowly began sliding deeper. It took a few minutes. His tool was thicker than average, and Markus was tight, feeling like he hadn’t been fucked for a while. But Andrew kept the pressure on, and slowly his tool sank all the way in to the bottom until his hips were resting against those taut ass cheeks and he could then lie down, right across Markus’ firm muscled back. Andrew proceeded to do just that, moving slowly at first but gradually gaining speed until he was propped up on his hands in full push-up position, slamming his hips down over and over to drive his cock into the tight, willing ass under him. Markus certainly knew how to get fucked, too, working his ass muscles on each down stroke and relaxing them as Andrew pulled out again. After a few minutes of this, Andrew pulled right out and flopped over on his back, then said, “Here, climb on.” Markus proceeded to sit down on Andrew’s firm pole, riding him up and down like a merry-go-round horse gone mad, moaning nonstop as he fucked himself into next year on Andrew’s cock. After a while, he spun around so that he was facing away from Andrew, and then leaned back while Andrew stretched his hands up, grasping Markus by the shoulders so he could ride like a maniac. Then Andrew pulled Markus all the way down on top of him and began slamming his cock at top speed up into Markus. His ass wasn’t tight any more. It was looser now, still grasping Andrew but no longer seizing him in a death grip. Andrew drove himself harder and harder into that hot hole, groaning, and saying “Fuck” over and over, and then suddenly, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum. Gonna flood your guts!” “Yeah, man. Fill me up with your cum! Seed me!” Andrew thrust his hips all the way up, clear off the bed, holding both Markus and himself in the air as his cock pulsated, pumping shot after shot of his sperm deep into that awesome hole. Markus groaned, grabbed his dick and beat it, and started cumming all over himself while Andrew was still shooting inside him. Then Andrew’s strength gave out and he flopped down onto the bed, his cock coming out of Markus, and a stream of hot cum flowing slowly out after it and dripping down onto his body. Later on, they were sitting up in bed together, relaxing with a glass of wine and stroking each other gently between little kisses. Andrew felt amazingly comfortable and, somehow, at home. He’d been through several partners, some fun, some not so fun, some for a month or three, and some only for a night. But he had never felt this kind of comfort-zone sensation before. He made a mental note to call Uncle Rich and Uncle Tommy and run it by them, to get their feedback. Just as he thought to do that, Markus sighed. “What is it?” Andrew asked. Markus thought for a moment before he replied. “Just thinking about how good this feels. I mean, the sex and all was amazing, it was great having you load me up twice like that, but – just this, the two of us at ease, comfortable, relaxed, close. It feels so – I don’t know… right, somehow.” He emphasized the word “right” clearly. With that, Andrew knew at once that they were on the same wavelength. He made no reply, just tightened his arm to snuggle Markus closer. And Markus spoke again. “I’d love for you to stay – unless you have to go.” “I’m in no hurry.” With those words, Andrew put his glass down, slid down into the bed, and rolled onto his side to face Markus. Markus parked his own glass, switched off the light, and snuggled down next to Andrew, rolling to face him. They wrapped their arms around each other and fell asleep like that. *************** Andrew snapped out of his reverie of the past to find a stain on the front of his trousers, and to hear the voice of Markus calling irritably to him, “Andrew! Are you going to take all day? I’m ready for my treatment!” “Be right there.” Andrew did a quick change, and then sauntered back into the master bedroom to find Markus lying on his back on the table. He grabbed the massage oil and began working on the left leg. “I’m glad you started there, it’s a bit sore and stiff from all the walking.” Andrew worked on the muscles with his fingers, and then started the bending and flexibility exercises. After a while, he moved on to the left arm and shoulder. They were certainly getting better, but all that side of Markus had taken a hell of a beating when his car was crushed against the concrete retaining wall on the Sea to Sky Highway by a transport with a hotshot young driver who was a little too sure of his ability to text and drive at the same time. Nor had the resulting fire helped matters, although the burns were not the worst of the problem. Over the next few days, they worked out the details of housekeeping arrangements, what foods to shop for (of course Andrew knew already, but he played dumb), and other such mundane matters. Andrew also kept playing the memory games with Markus. Unlike the physio, his occupational therapy with Ariana hadn’t continued when he left the hospital, so Andrew was happy to keep doing it. After all, the sooner Markus recovered his memory, the better. Meanwhile, patience was a necessity for Andrew. On Monday, Henrik came in for a therapy session, and Andrew took advantage of the opportunity to go out for a good long walk along the waterfront park and back. The stress of the situation, which was far different from the normal stress of caring for a recent hospital case, was really getting to him. When he came back, he heard some giggling and sighs which were somewhat different from the sounds of a normal therapy session as well. On Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, Markus dropped even more suggestive remarks towards Andrew. It was plain that his ordeal had left him raring to go, and Andrew was finding it more and more difficult to keep a professional distance. Henrik kept coming in each day for a morning therapy session, and Andrew took care of the afternoon sessions. On Friday, he made up an imaginary work session day at the hospital, and left Markus on his own when Henrik came in. He’d been texting Jimmy, and when Jimmy said he had a day off, that was all Andrew needed to hear. Andrew picked him up and drove to a restaurant out of the neighbourhood so they wouldn’t be seen by anyone who knew them. After a fun lunch together, they went back to Jimmy’s apartment for another wild round of sex, in which Andrew bred the younger guy twice again, and then urged him to return the favour since Jimmy hadn’t cum yet. Andrew had been so sure that Jimmy was bottom only, but when the younger man got his dick all the way inside his ass, Andrew found to his surprise that Jimmy was an experienced and virtuoso fucker too. He said something and Jimmy laughed. “Yeah, I can do both – I just prefer to take it. But I give, on demand.” “I demand that you give it to me!” Both of them laughed then, but Andrew’s laugh quickly changed to moans of satisfaction as Jimmy worked his hole over, using his dick alternately as a power drill, then a corkscrew, and then a crowbar. It was a long time since Andrew had taken a fucking like that, and it awoke a real fire in him, a desperate need to have Jimmy fuck the cum right out of him, preferably hands-free. The odds were good; Jimmy certainly knew how to keep rubbing the prostate of his bottom from multiple angles. In all, Jimmy pounded Andrew for over 20 minutes, showing terrific staying power. He took Andrew through almost any position you could imagine. The one that really surprised Andrew, giving him sensations like he’d never felt before, was when Jimmy got right up over him and faced Andrew’s feet, then slid that tool back inside and fucked his way to a climax. Just as Jimmy announced that he was about to breed Andrew’s hole, Andrew yelled aloud as his cock convulsed, shooting a stream of cum underneath him onto the bed. That did the trick. As soon as Andrew’s hole contracted, Jimmy’s cock blasted an epic load inside his butt, pumping shot after shot of cum into Andrew, firing until he’d shot at least a dozen times – and still his cock kept contracting and trying to force even more out. When he pulled out at last, a river of cum poured down Andrew’s crack and dripped over his balls and onto the bed, adding to the mess he’d already made on it. After they’d wound down from that power climax, and cleaned up some of the resulting mess, Andrew sat Jimmy down for a serious talk. He’d decided that he needed to bring Jimmy right up to speed with what was happening in his life. After he’d gotten through the whole lengthy analysis of the situation, Jimmy had a question. “Andrew, why are you telling me all of this?” “I figured you had a right to know. It’s obvious that we enjoy playing with each other. I just need you to know why that’s all it can be, but also why it’s going to stop sooner rather than later.” “Fair enough. I can live with it. And I appreciate the honesty.” “I’m going to have to go now. I still need to give Markus his afternoon physiotherapy session.” They parted, not without a few lingering kisses, and Andrew hurried home. He walked in the door of a silent condo. No lights, no sound, nothing. He looked into each of the rooms in turn. No Markus. It was as if he had completed his morning physio and then vanished. Andrew could feel panic rising in his throat, but he forced himself to remain calm and check things off one by one. No note anywhere. No message on the fridge. No message on my phone. Car keys still there (phew!). He texted Henrik. Henrik responded, “No idea.” He decided to wait half an hour more, and then contact the police. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock inexorably marked off the seconds and minutes until Andrew wanted to scream at it. Then, at the 28-minute mark, his phone rang. He grabbed it. “Hello?” “Andrew? It’s me. Markus.” Andrew heaved an overwhelming sigh of relief. But he also registered the fact that Markus sounded either sad or worried, and tired with it. “Markus, where are you?” “I’m at the front door of… what was that address again?” That remark was directed to another voice that he could hear, speaking indistinctly in the background. “1892 Comox Street. I tried to get into the building to come up to the apartment, but my door pass wouldn’t work.” “It’s the wrong building. Yours in 1982 Comox.” “I know. This fellow who was coming in told me it must be the wrong building because my condo is on the 25th floor, and this one only has 22 floors.” “It’s just a block away. Hang tight, I’ll be there for you in about 5 minutes.” Andrew headed down in the elevator, and then walked down the street to the next block and into number 1892. “You’re okay, Markus?” “Yeah. Tired, though. I thought I had a little more stamina than that for walking.” “Frustrating for you, I’m sure. But we all know it’s going to take a while.” “All?” “As in you, me, Henrik, and Doctor Preston, for starters. Come on, let’s get you home.” They walked slowly back up the street to number 1982 and rode up to the twenty-fifth floor. Once inside, Markus flopped into an armchair, and propped his left leg up on the stool. “Damn. I’m wiped.” “What happened?” “I just wanted to get out for some fresh air and to walk a bit. I didn’t trust my memory, so I copied down the address from my desk. See?” He held out the handwritten note and Andrew took it. Neat and clear: “1892 Comox Street.” Andrew thought about it for a moment. Then he got a pad and pen. “Markus, I’m going to show you an address and get you to copy it for me. Just to see what happens.” He opened the map on his phone and picked out a random address: 1042 DAVIE STREET. Markus copied it down: 1402 DAVIE STREET. Andrew tried another one: 1180 HOWE STREET. Markus copied: 1810 HOWE STREET. Andrew thought for a moment. Then he said, “It looks like something in your brain is scrambling the numbers up. I’ll mention it to Dr. Preston the next time I see him.” “Oh, great. That’s all I need, another problem to deal with.” “Anyway, Markus, I’ll just write your address out properly for you on a small card and you can stick it in your wallet so it’s always on you wherever you go. And we’ll skip the afternoon therapy session for today, you’ve had more than enough of a workout.” And I’ve had all the stress I can take for today, he thought. Of course, he knew that Markus already had his address on his driver’s licence but that had been removed since he was still unable to drive. Andrew was keeping it safe. Markus was so tired that he flopped into bed at 9:30 and slept right through until Andrew called him for breakfast the next day. He was too tired to even think of making his usual sly remark about Andrew joining him.

I was 11 when me and a friend played truth or dare. My friend dared me to suck his dick so I did. Then I dared him to suck mine. A few weeks later we played again and he dared me to let him put his cock in my ass. After that we fucked about once a week for almost a year.

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Brian feasted on the dinner that Wyatt carefully prepared for his man. After Brian ate his fill, he settled in for the evening while Wyatt cleaned up the dinner dishes. When he finished, Brian told him to some sit with him. Brian had taken off his shirt and Wyatt cuddled up against him. Brian asked him about his day at school and Wyatt told him all about it. Wyatt explained that they had taught the boy's how to be better lovers for their men. Brian said he was looking forward to seeing what Wyatt had learned. Wyatt started sucking on Brian's nipples and Brian leaned his head back and enjoyed the stimulation. Wyatt then turned his attention to the big man's armpits. He absolutely loved the scent of sweat and musk of Brian. He rubbed his face all over so he could wear the scent of his man. Brian's cock was straining against his jeans and he stood up and scooped the smaller Wyatt into his arms. "Time for bed boy but I ain't ready to sleep just yet". Brian carried him to the bed and sat him down. Wyatt wasted no time in stripping Brian naked and then got naked himself. Wyatt pushed Brian flat on the bed and told him that tonight he would do the work for Brian to just lay back and enjoy. Wyatt started by again sucking and teasing the leaking cock of Brian. He then climbed up and straddled his guy, lining up his hole ( the instructors called them boy pussies) and then teased by letting it rub against his tight sphincter. He could feel the precum lubing his formerly virgin hole. He would let the glans slightly penetrate and pull off making Brian very horny. After a bit, Brian put his hands on Wyatt's hips and slowly pulled him down onto his rigid shaft. The boy sunk down lower and lower, his eyes closed in a bit of pain but determined to take it all. Finally he felt Brian's balls and full pubes nestled against his ass. They sat like that for a bit, Wyatt feeling the big cock throb and flex inside of him. Brian passed the bottle of poppers to Wyatt and commanded him to take 6 big whiffs. He did and his pussy relaxed. Wyatt then started rocking on the cock in him, the lifting himself up before dropping back down. Brian was lifting Wyatt up more and more and soon was pistoning inside his boy's pussy. Wyatt would shudder each time he felt that big head graze his prostate. Fuck this feels good Wyatt said. His own cock was rock hard too and leaking, pooling on Brian's flat abs. The closer Wyatt got to orgasm, the harder he bounced on that dick. Suddenly Wyatt started almost convulsing as his orgasm hit him. His pussy was convulsing with him and Brian couldn't hold back any longer. He came inside the boy as the boy shot his load all over Brian's chest. They were both sweaty when it subsided and Wyatt dutifully started cleaning up his spunk off Brian and then cleaned up Brian's cock as well. Brian was amazed how far Wyatt had progressed in just a few days. As Brian lit another cigarette, he told Wyatt, " I think you earned an A tonight on your homework". Wyatt beamed at the compliment and snuggled up beside him. "Thank you Sir, I just want to make you happy"

I think things change as we age -- I used to be crazy jealous, but now I celebrate it when my top hubby gets sucked off at the gym or he breeds a boy in the parking garage or brings one home for us to share. While secrets can be hot, I think of sport sex as something that enriches our lives and marriages. 😈

It’s a great tool subs can use to better please the man. I self masturbated for many years prior to getting bred. Most men I was with got it and didn’t have an issue. I started self chastity a few years ago and it seems to take it to another level. My clit stays locked and I only cum from anal stimulation. This works better for me. I have been able to train myself to cum more often with this method rather than cumming before I get bred.

Chapter 2: Wake-Up Call Tommy got out into the hall, just in time to see the long legs in black trousers vanishing around the corner. He headed that way, nerving himself for a very stress-filled conversation. Turning the corner, he found that he was approaching the nursing station and the waiting area across from it. He could hear the harsh, wracking sobs coming from the waiting area. Thankfully, no one else was there – just Andrew, crumpled up in a chair, shoulders heaving, as he sobbed disconsolately. Tommy knelt down in front of him and opened his arms wide. Andrew flung himself forward into his uncle’s embrace, crying heartbrokenly on his shoulder as Tommy wrapped him securely in a loving hug. Chad and Alicia came along the hall and into the waiting area, stopping without saying a word as they watched Tommy holding the tearful Andrew close while his shoulders shook. Tommy looked up at them, and waved to them as if to say, “You can go, I’ve got this.” After a while, the tears died down and Tommy could feel Andrew was regaining control of his body, the quivering and shaking slowly dying away. “Come, Andrew, let’s go for a walk outside. Fresh air will do us both good.” As they left, Chad and Alicia came back into the waiting area and sat down, expecting Dr. Preston to come and talk to them. It was a good half hour before he appeared, and then the doctor had questions to which they didn’t have the answers. The big Number One was, “Who is Werner?” Knowing the answer to that might help to judge how far back the memory lapse extended, and therefore how long it might take for Markus to fully recover the ability to access all his memories – or at least the great majority of them. Chad finally said, “The only person who might be able to answer that is my brother, and he’s somewhere outside right now, bawling his eyes out as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he’s married to a man who doesn’t know who he is any more.” That came out with rather more of a cutting edge than Chad intended, but it did penetrate the doctor’s absorption in a fascinating case study. “Ohhh.” Dr. Preston’s voice trailed off down the scale as the human dimensions of the whole awful situation finally began to sink in. He thought for a moment, and then asked, “Can you get hold of him?” “I could,” Chad replied, “but I think it’s better if I don’t try right now. Our uncle will take care of him and help him to get over the first brutal shock. I’d rather leave them to sort it out. Perhaps by tomorrow he’ll feel able to come back in and talk to you about it.” Dr. Preston nodded and then, choosing his words carefully, he went on. “If he can, that will be a help, but don’t try to force it. He must be in a terrible emotional mess right now. Whenever he feels ready, that will be soon enough. We’ll keep taking care of his husband in the meantime. Can you give me your number so I won’t have to be calling Andrew if he doesn’t want to hear from me just yet?” “Of course.” Once Chad had given the doctor his phone number, he and Alicia said goodbye and left. Outside the hospital, he checked his phone and said, “Message from Uncle Tommy: ‘He’s a bit calmer now, but I’d better stick with him for a while. Will let you know if any news.’” “Thank goodness he’s here,” Alicia said. “It’s a real Godsend for Tommy to be with Andrew right now.” With that, they headed back to the condo. Later that evening, Tommy called. “Chad, I’ve brought Andrew to my hotel suite. I’m letting him sleep in the bed, and I’m taking the couch. I just want to be here to care for him if he wakes up and gets distressed again during the night. He’s asleep right now.” “Thank you so much, Uncle Tommy. I really appreciate you keeping him close, and how you’ve always cared so much about Andrew and watched out for him.” In fact, Andrew’s emotional exhaustion ensured that he slept for about ten hours. When he awoke in the morning, he opened his eyes to find Tommy looking at him, full of care and concern. “Good morning, Andrew. How are you feeling today?” As the memory of the previous day came slowly back, Andrew’s face began to fall. But simply giving way to his emotions wasn’t in his character, as Tommy well knew. “I’m not all there, Uncle Tommy, but feeling a bit better than last night. Let’s go get some breakfast, I’m hungry.” Over breakfast, and about four cups each of the hotel’s rich, aromatic coffee, Tommy nudged Andrew to talk through the short-term and long-term implications of the situation. It mattered to him that Andrew thought the whole thing through for himself as much as possible. It also meant that Tommy had a basis for ongoing advice calls which were sure to happen in the days and weeks to come. It was the most natural thing in the world that Andrew would turn to Tommy for advice, as he always had with Rich as well, and the best of that special relationship between them was that Andrew’s parents also saw it as the natural thing for him to want -- to talk it over with his uncle. As they finished breakfast, Tommy said to Andrew, “I hope this won’t upset you too much, but I’m heading back home tomorrow. There are still all kinds of finicky details from Rich’s estate that I have to attend to.” At once, Andrew felt contrite. “Uncle Tommy, I’m so sorry. I’m being so damned selfish, pinning you down here when you have your own life to live and things that you need to do.” Tommy hugged him again. “Andrew, you should know by now that you and Markus are as big a part of my life as if you were my own sons. Rich would have said exactly the same if he were here. Just know that I am very concerned about both of you. Even though you have to figure your way through this for yourselves, I’m never far from you in spirit and only a click away if you need a listening ear. We’re family, Andrew, in a way that I could never have guessed or predicted until it happened.” The next few weeks dragged by interminably for Andrew. Tommy had gone back home to Alcantara, but he had firmly told Andrew that he was to call at any time if he needed to talk about what was happening. Chad and Alicia had also returned home to Toronto, amid profuse thanks and appreciation from Andrew. And when their flight took off, Andrew was left to cope on his own with the problem. He had been able to tell Dr. Preston that “Werner” was the name of the first man Markus had gotten into a relationship with, back when he was in university in Germany, almost 20 years earlier. It seemed that all his memories since then had disappeared. However, as Preston explained carefully, it wasn’t likely that the memories themselves had vanished, just that Markus’ brain couldn’t figure out how to access them right now. He was hopeful that the brain’s electronic pathways would in time repair themselves enough to make most of his memories accessible to Markus once again. Andrew himself was a good deal less confident, since Markus had shown no sign of recognizing him as yet. All the same, as he reminded himself, Dr. Preston had to reintroduce himself every morning when he came through on his rounds, and for days, Markus would ask, “Have we met before?” or some such thing. But in the second week after he woke up, Markus now remembered Dr. Preston from day to day. He remembered Andrew, too, but just as another familiar face and name. There was still no sign beyond that. By the beginning of the third week, though, Markus was no longer asking them to produce Werner. From some of the disconnected comments he made, it seemed that he had now recalled that his relationship with Werner had ended badly. Andrew knew he was grasping at straws, but that seemed to him like a positive sign. Meanwhile, the physical healing was moving on rapidly, and Dr. Preston felt that he would be ready to be discharged from hospital by the time three weeks were up. That, of course, raised a challenge: how was Andrew supposed to take home and care for a husband who didn’t know who he was at all? To help with the critical memory problem, Markus was assigned an occupational-health therapist, who could do various kinds of mental exercises designed to stimulate the revival of the brain’s memory circuits. Ariana was a lively, vivacious woman with a light-hearted approach to her task, and Markus found his work with her to be actually fun, as well as stimulating. By this time, Markus had also begun seeing a physiotherapist, a young man of Danish descent named Henrik. He began working with Markus on a daily basis, helping him to recover the mobility and flexibility that he had lost from the burns in the accident, followed by the long stay in the hospital. In no time at all, Markus fell into an easy and comfortable manner with Henrik. Andrew also found Henrik easy to talk to. Soon enough, Andrew was explaining to Henrik the challenging situation that he would face when Markus was discharged. Henrik could appreciate the difficulties, and since he had an innate inclination to be sympathetic towards both men, it came naturally to him to want to help them out. After a couple of days, Henrik came up with an idea, and asked Andrew to meet him after his work day was done at a nearby pub. When they got there, Andrew realized that something was up as Henrik walked with him into a watering hole which was unmistakably a gay bar. They grabbed a table in a corner, got a couple of drinks, and Andrew listened as Henrik proposed that he should become Henrik’s assistant. Andrew balked, but Henrik laughed and said, “Not officially! I’m not suggesting you go through formal training as a physio! But I can show you how to work on the exercises Markus needs, and you can work with him at home on the days that I can’t be there myself. That’ll be weekends to start with, and then later on some weekdays as well. We’ll keep it informal, except that we can tell Markus that you’re my assistant. That’ll give you an excuse to be there all the time and to help him in other ways as well.” Henrik gave Andrew a meaning wink and grin as he said that. “Is this even legal?” “It’s on a need-to-know basis, which means that nobody but us needs to know. Does that answer your question?” “I guess.” Andrew still felt unsure if he could pull it off. But Henrik simply said, “You’ve got a better idea?” No, he didn’t, so he decided to go along with Henrik’s scheme even though he thought privately that the whole idea was a bit hare-brained. What made it feasible was the fact that the patient had already accepted Andrew as part of the team looking after him, so having Andrew carry on into home care would perhaps seem reasonable to Markus. The next day, Henrik introduced Andrew to Markus as his assistant, and told Markus in the most natural way that Andrew would be going home with him to provide home care and therapy as his healing continued. Meanwhile, Henrik himself would be coming for an hour most days to continue providing therapy – at least for a while. By the end of the Tuesday session, Andrew had begun doing some of the simpler exercises while Henrik watched, approvingly, saying, “You see, Markus, he’s as much of a natural at this as I am.” On Wednesday, Andrew did about half of the session, and Henrik gave him some pointers to improve one or two of the exercises. Henrik knew that what he was doing was strictly illegal, but he had also sold himself on the idea that his role with helping Markus along the road to healing had other dimensions at least as important as simply doing textbook physiotherapy. He explained to Andrew that he had arranged for the delivery of a massage table for physiotherapy sessions in their condo. Wednesday was also that day that Dr. Preston notified Andrew that Markus would be discharged on Friday. That meant that Thursday was Andrew’s last chance. He’d done a thorough sweep through their condo, hiding things that might distress Markus. He’d even packed a bag, to bring with him on the day he was going to “move in” with his “patient” to take care of. Even with all of that, he still had a piece of important unfinished business that he simply had to take care of before Markus came home. Andrew had a serious case of an itch that needed desperately to be scratched. When he left the hospital at eight o’clock on Thursday night, he made a beeline for the bar where Henrik had taken him. At least, he figured it might give him a shortcut to his objective and save him hours of unproductive messing around on apps. Pulling up a stool at the bar, he ordered a beer and then started looking around. As luck would have it, there was a slim, red-haired twenty-something twink who spotted Andrew right away and found the older man and his athletic muscles definitely appealing. He sat down next to Andrew and began a conversation. Andrew wasn’t in a mood to be fussy, but he had to admit to himself that the twink, who was handsome and well-built (although slender), certainly filled the bill. As soon as they each finished a beer, Andrew left the bar with Jimmy (the twink) in tow. Jimmy walked him around the block to his apartment and led Andrew to the elevator, and then down the hall to his apartment. As Jimmy closed and locked the door, Andrew spun him around, pressed him up against the wall, and began kissing him, thrusting his tongue aggressively into Jimmy’s mouth as he slid his hands down that slim back to the firm round ass. Pressing the kissing even harder, he began squeezing and moulding Jimmy’s butt as he began grinding his crotch up against the younger guy’s bulge. No hesitation there, either – both of them were already rock-hard, and Jimmy was well on his way to getting Andrew’s shirt out of his trousers and fully unbuttoned. As the passionate kissing, grinding, and squeezing continued, successive items of clothing gradually littered the floor all the way from the entrance to the bedroom, until Jimmy was sitting on the bed and releasing Andrew’s painfully hard dick from his tight briefs. Right away, Jimmy proved that he had the skills as well as the body to fill the bill, as he began giving Andrew’s seven-incher a virtuoso blowjob. Twisting his mouth around the shaft, plunging deep down to the root, pulling back until his tongue was washing the head, sucking the cock deep and then swallowing while the head was deep in his mouth, Jimmy had Andrew on the ropes in just a few minutes. But Andrew had other plans for his load. He wanted to breed ass, to pump his sperm as deep into this twink’s beautiful ass as possible. He pulled Jimmy up onto his feet, spun him around, and fell to his knees, pushing his face right into the crack between those well-shaped buns. Andrew quickly brought his years of experience to bear, eating Jimmy’s ass, licking along the sides, down onto the taint, and back up again, washing over and over across the tight little hole and then pushing and twisting until his tongue pried its way in. He then proceeded to tongue-fuck Jimmy’s tight opening until the younger twink was moaning and sighing in ecstasy. It was a good ten minutes before Andrew pulled out his tongue and replaced it with a finger, then a minute or so later with a second one. The third finger followed in due order. He certainly knew how to keep his fingers twisting and flexing around inside Jimmy’s ass, loosening and opening him every way he could. Meanwhile, Jimmy was sniffing on the poppers, giving himself a good rush. Andrew said, “Pass it up here.” Jimmy handed him the bottle and he took a couple of good deep whiffs himself, then handed it back down, saying, “Get ready, because you are about to get fucked.” He could tell from the feel of Jimmy’s hole that this guy hadn’t had cock inside him for a while. Andrew moved his hard dick against the hole and pressed inwards. As he entered, Jimmy collapsed face-down across the bed and Andrew followed right with him, letting his cock sink deeper and deeper inside Jimmy’s hole as he lay down right on top of the twink’s slim and beautifully-shaped back and butt. Jimmy groaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, yeah!” as Andrew’s cock penetrated him all the way and his fucker’s firm, muscular torso collapsed right across his body. Almost at once, he began twisting his hips from side to side, squeezing the cock inside his ass first one way and then another. That was enough to stimulate Andrew into action, as he planted his hands on either side of Jimmy’s chest, pushed himself up to arm’s length, and began to pump. Starting slowly, he soon began to gain speed, pushing his way into Jimmy’s ass faster and faster until he was giving that twink butt a full-on pounding. Jimmy continued moaning and twisting under the assault, feeling the power of the man fucking him deep inside his body. As Andrew speeded up his powerful thrusts, Jimmy moaned aloud that he was going to cum. Andrew pounded even faster, gasping out, “Cumming right with you!” Suddenly, Jimmy’s ass contracted violently around Andrew’s cock as the first spurt of cum shot out under him onto the bed. That was all it took. Andrew slammed full-force inside his ass and started firing bolts of cum deep inside that hot young hole. As the force of the orgasm died away, Andrew slowly pulled out, and flopped on his back next to Jimmy. Jimmy dived onto his cock and began licking and sucking it clean. After a couple of minutes, during which Andrew hadn’t even begun to soften, Jimmy pulled himself up and sat down on that rigid pole, taking it all inside himself for another round. Andrew groaned at the feeling of his first load lubricating that tight hole and sliding all around his dick. He was happy to let Jimmy do a bit of the work for a while, and lay back, enjoying the sight of that firm, slim young body bouncing up and down on his erection. After a while, though, Andrew was ready to resume control, and he sat up, rolling Jimmy backwards until he was lying on his back with his legs kicking up in the air. Andrew got in between those long legs and pushed his cock back into Jimmy’s hole, coming right down on top of him, face to face, and tongue to tongue, while Jimmy wrapped his legs and arms around Andrew, pulling him in closer. Between the nearness of the position, the intensity of the kissing, and the speed of Andrew’s plunges into Jimmy’s hole, it took no time at all before load number two moved into place and started making its way up the shaft of Andrew’s cock. “Ready for me to knock you up again?” “Oh, yeah, I want that hot load all the way inside me. Breed me deep!” A few moments later, Andrew’s cock went into spasms, pumping another massive load deep inside Jimmy’s receptive ass until the sperm was draining and squelching out around his dick as he slowed down from the final epic thrusts. When he pulled out, a long stream of cum oozed out of Jimmy’s ass and ran down his taint. Jimmy lay there with what some people call an “all gone” look on his face, dazed and happy with the joy of two big loads swimming around inside his ass cunt. They lay on the bed together, cuddling and kissing and stroking each other for a while. Then Jimmy said, “That was so awesome, I hate for you to leave. Want to stay?” Andrew sat up then. Yes, he wanted to stay. No, he didn’t want to stay. His mood swerved wildly between the two extremes while Jimmy watched him curiously. Andrew felt like he owed Jimmy an explanation, especially because the sex had been so sensational and he had certainly felt an attraction to this good-natured young guy. Finally, he spoke. “I’d like to but I can’t. It’s complicated, I can’t explain the whole thing, but I would like to see you again – I’m just not sure when it will be possible. I know that sounds like a copout, and it’s not that at all, really. I’m sorry, but that’s all I can say right now.” Something of his stress and distress came through in the relatively conventional words. Jimmy was a sensitive, intuitive guy, and he realized that Andrew really was struggling with something big. But he’d enjoyed their time too, so his response was, “Okay, let’s swap digits.” Andrew got up, got his phone, and had Jimmy enter his number. “I’ll send you a text now with my name so you can add me.” That done, he left after a lingering goodbye kiss at the door, remembering to turn back and wave again before getting on the elevator. He’d guessed right; Jimmy was standing by his open door, watching Andrew as he left. As Andrew walked home, he realized that his life was about to get complicated. He’d always valued honesty, and here he was preparing to live a lie with his husband who didn’t know who he was. As if all that weren’t enough, he guessed that it might be a long time before he could have sex with Markus again, and there was Jimmy, eager, willing, fun, and good company -- quite apart from being a sensational fuck. Andrew had enjoyed his evening immensely, but he didn’t want to manipulate Jimmy’s feelings when his own hope was to have his normal life with his husband back again. What a mess! Andrew groaned and shook his head as he walked in the front door of his condo building.

I don’t believe that having an intense desire or insatiable appetite for sex is a bad thing. Honestly, Id argue that it’s the exact opposite, and a healthy option to a lot of other behaviors that are “more acceptable” by society general. And quite frankly they’re missing the boat…and a lot of fucking fun too! Our entire human existence is fueled by the intrinsic and instinctual basic needs (physical mental emotional and spiritual if you will) and the actions we take and the choice we make to satisfy these needs is why I think sex and the gratification and satisfaction it brings to us on all (known and unknown) levels the human body and mind.are capable of achieving. When you boil it down to the most basic human needs/wants/desireS etc. the most important thing to all human beings is to “be happy” aka to seek and experience pleasure in any and all ways ~ however I don’t buy into the centuries old stigma of a hedonistic life and that experiencing pleasure is first and foremost, no matter the cost. That’s just a limited moral and emotional being and often blame others for their lack of pleasure. As well as use others to achieve their goal and only reciprocate when hey feel they can come out on top of the deal. id say - for me personally - it’s more of a purposeful and conscious approach to incorporating mindfulness and awareness to a blend of hedonism and epicurean beliefs / lifestyle. But it’s not achieving these goals or expectations that is what I’m referring to. It’s not the ability to attain a “thing” or even experience a certain event or feeling. It’s the JOURNEY that brings the pleasures we so desperately desire. The pleasure’s that, once we think we’ve reached the pinnacle of pleasure and satisfaction, we realize that we have barely begun to scratch the surface of what joy and contentment truly are and that self actualization / self acceptance / and self love are a process and a journey; not an achievement or something we can touch see hear or feel…it’s more of a corporeal embodiment of our soul and true selves on a larger spiritual universal energy level. Go back to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs: the larger version that culminates with a self actualization that can’t be reached by checking certain things off a list or acquiring large amounts of wealth and possessions. in that light I say that the basic self satisfying need for happiness and to experience pleasure at its highest possible level goes hand in hand with the tenants we should all live by… first do no harm, be a good human…basically don’t be a dick. No more “I wash my back I stab yours” or “what do I get out of it”. It’s key - as you seek to reach the heights of pleasure of which we are currently aware - to understand, accept and embrace hat SEX, sexual satisfaction, pleasure, experimentation and evolution are at the to be shared and experienced by multiple people (otherwise we’d all be content with “life liberty and masterbating” and miss out on so many possibilities. It’s not just important to us individually, it’s our duty to ensure our quest for the ultimate in sexual satisfaction and erotic pleasures that we share what we know with those we encounter along our journey; just as it is theirs to share with you - and is the one and only way to elevate the intensity and level of pleasure across all humanity. so sexual addiction isn’t a bad thing…it’s not even a thing… is a biological and evolutionary unconscious function that we can’t and shouldn’t demean or ridicule just because it is not widely understood or accepted. One can be bound to another (not just by restraints and cuffs), and committed to each other emotionally and spiritually, but should also be encouraging and enabling one another’s quest for sexual satisfaction and self actualization. Didn’t some one once say we need to “love thy fellow man.” Im taking those words to heart; literally and physically…. We all have to do our part. So if you, like me, find intense joy in giving ourselves to others so that they can feel their joy, who am I to deny my small tiny role in bringing pleasure to the world and feeling the energy that our selfless acts of service sends out into the universe. HEHEHEHE

Horny as fuck daddy. Looking for buds to [banned word] with. HMU.

Trucker BB [think before following links] https://biguz.net/watch.php?id=8213977&name=trucker-bb

Got 3 loads from 3 different guys last night. First guy was a regular partner of mine who takes ages to cum but when he does it’s a torrent. He fucked his load into me in the spoon position. Next guy was older late 50’s who I have seen before but he’s not a regular. He fingered my hole and smeared it with some of the last guys cum then bent me over the kitchen worktop and pounded me until shot his spunk up my ass. I had never met the 3rd guy and I was disappointed to see such a small cock when he took it out. But one it got hard it was adequate and when he shot his spunk in me I could feel it so I knew it was an enormous load. When he pulled out I could feel some cum leak out of me and run down my leg. I love being a dirty cumdump and I loved the feeling of my ass being so full of spunk. This was the first time I’d ever taken more than 2 loads

Hell yes!

You will have fun doing this! As a top I once collected used condoms from a street where straight guys go to fuck sex workers, dumped the contents in a BBRTS bottom's ass, and fucked him. Knowing that he had sperm inside him from three random men, plus me, was a huge turn on. I don't think there's specific, relevant research on this point, but given the moist, warm environment inside a condom, I would proceed as if I'd barebacked with multiple people of completely unknown sexual health status. (For me, that would mean remaining on PrEP and promptly getting STI tests after playing — or timing high-risk play about a week before my monthly STI tests.)

As promised, I wanted to send out a new update before I leave for a trip. This is the first time Paul and Blake play with another person and I think they are on their way to discovering a lot more about each other. Still early days, and any comments or suggestions are welcome! I will try to have another chapter at the end of next week, but until then, enjoy! Chapter Three: A Third I woke up feeling sick as ever, but immediately noticed the smells of cinnamon and vanilla. Blake was gone from the bed, but he had tucked me against a body pillow to cocoon me in comfort. My brain allowed me to doze on and off for awhile until I felt a corner of the bed sag and I opened my eyes. A plate of homemade cinnamon rolls and a glass of water in his hands, Blake asked me to sit up before he started feeding me small bites of food and made me drink water. “I know you feel like hell, but you’re as gorgeous as ever, do you know that?” I couldn’t help myself, and I began to purr. “You’re just the most amazing person, Blake. How did you ever find me of all people attractive?” Blake looked at me for a few moments before replying, “Well, the moment I first saw you moving your things into that dorm, I knew you were special. It was only later when I read an article on the university webpage that I really knew how amazing you were.” I blushed hearing him compliment me. “They liked to use my story to try to recruit more musicians, but I’m really not special.” “How can you say that? You’re like a nationally-awarded organist!” The way Blake looked at me made me think about how I looked at him. A mixture of adoration, lust, caring, and disbelief that he can be mine. Groaning, I said, “It doesn’t really matter. I know things about one part of life. I have no experience in much of anything else. Well, almost no experience.” Dammit, I must be flushed some crazy shade of red from all the blushing I am doing. Why is sex so hard to talk about? Blake picked up on my discomfort and gave a rueful smile. “I thought you knew more about it. . . I wouldn’t have come onto you so strong and been so forceful if I would have known.” “It isn’t a problem. You just helped me discover a new part of myself.” I smiled to reassure him. “I need to email my teachers and tell them that I am too sick to go to class.” “Don’t worry about it. I already sent an email to all your teachers saying that you were sick and I was going to take care of you for the next few days.” This man really is a keeper, I thought. “I found your class schedule in your music bag,” he added. “Now, finish this food and we can talk.” I finished eating the most delicious breakfast I could remember and Blake took the plate back to the kitchen. A minute later he reappeared with another glass of water and got back into bed. He held me and started talking. “You know a little bit about how I became poz. It really isn’t a special story. I was horny, I wanted a release, and I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. I converted and that was that. There was no stopping the virus and somehow that turned me on. I became obsessed with saving myself for the perfect guy who would be my partner in every sense of the word. I wanted to be a part of them forever. I knew that I had some time before I needed to go on medication to control the infection, but I wanted to stay fit anyway. I threw myself into my sports career and school, and I don’t regret it for a bit. I see a doctor every few months and keep track of my health. He thinks I can stay off meds for a few years yet without much risk to my own health, but I want to have him check you out when you’re feeling better.” I nodded against the pillow. “I know I need to get tested eventually, but I want to know more about this first. I can feel my body changing even now.” Blake pulled me tighter, “yeah, I got to know my own body so much more in the year since. I’ve been spending money on my playroom and waiting until I had the chance to meet someone special to use it. I’m so happy it is you.” I began to drift off to sleep, comforted by the man now holding me close. Blake nibbled on my ear and I could feel his engorged cock rubbing against my ass. With a gentle adjustment, I gave him my ass again. This time wasn’t frantic but the passion was just as deep. We made love in the bed for the first time, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. * * * * * I gradually began feeling better and by the beginning of the next week I was back in the classroom and the practice room. I had some serious catching up to do, and not a lot of time. I managed to scrape through my finals and pass a jury for organ. My second to last day at school I got a call from Blake. “Hey, it has been a long time since we saw each other? How about a little celebration after you finish your last final tomorrow?” Of course I couldn’t say no to that. “Sounds like a plan! Where do you want to meet?” “Come back to my place around 7:00. We can have dinner and I have an idea for a new activity.” I could hear the growling tone in his voice. “You won’t want to miss this.” “I’ll be there! But now I have to go. Chris wants help with his essay tonight and I promised I would try to help.” Blake chuckled down the phone, “you’re always so helpful. One of the hundreds of reasons I love you. Talk to you later!” The line disconnected and I breathed a sigh of contentment. Just one more day of work before I could drop my worries out the window and run into the arms of my boyfriend. I grabbed my computer and headed out the door and down the hall to Chris’s room. I could hear the sounds of classic rock through the door and knocked loudly. I heard Chris’s bedsprings creak as he moves to the door. When the door swings open, Chris is staring at me with his hair all crazy to one side. “Thank god you’re here.” He ushers me inside and closes the door. “I fell asleep and just couldn’t finish the essay.” I stared him down for a minute. “What a mess,” I thought. Sighing I said, “I can’t write the essay for you, but let me see what you’ve got.” Chris brought me his laptop and sat down on his bed. “I’ve got it mostly finished, but I just don’t know what else to write. I’m at the end of the line.” He really looked dejected, so I read through what he had written so far. Ten minutes later I grabbed his shoulder and shook him from his upright doze. “It isn’t too bad, you just have some simple editing work to do, then wrap it up. We can get through this in just a bit.” We dug in and about two hours later he had a really fine essay. “Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. I promise to make it up to you someday.” I laughed, “you don’t have to make anything up to me. Just finish the semester strong. You were my first friend here, and this is what friends do for each other.” I picked up my things and walked to the door. “Now get some sleep so you’re fresh for tomorrow.” I heard a faint “good night” get mumbled into a pillow as I let myself out. Time to grab some sleep before classes finished tomorrow and I could see Blake again. * * * * * After my exams the following day I went home to get ready. By now at least I had figured out the mechanics of a clean (and belatedly ‘safe’) sexual experience. I grabbed a quick shower and cleaned everything out. I figured that Blake must have had some kind of sex in mind and I wanted to be prepared. I put on some decent clothes and started walking over to his place. I rapped the door when I arrived and then Blake was there. I caught a quick glance of my gorgeous man in an apron before he pulled me into him. Hugging him tight I planted kisses on his neck and soaked in his aroma. Rich and musky. I could already feel myself getting hard. Blake broke the embrace and ferried me into the place. He had a few candles lit and gestured me to a seat in the small dining nook. “After the last time you ate here off a TV tray, I thought you deserved a real meal. He opened a bottle of Italian lemonade for me and went back to putting the finishing touches on our meal. We chatted idly about holiday plans and how our exams went as he plated some food. When he turned to present the dinner, I was stunned. It looked like the work of a chef! Beautiful chicken parmesan cutlets propped over a delicious-looking mound of risotto. There was a side salad and he leaned over and said, “there’s a special dessert later.” We ate and toasted each other with our lemonades for the better part of an hour. After we finished, he carefully cleared away the plates and brought me to my feet. “Are you ready?” I nodded silently, then I noticed Blake checking his watch. A minute later there was a knock on the door. “Chris, how nice of you to drop in!” Blake shouted at the door. “It is open.” I stared at Blake. What was going on? Chris bounded into the room full of frat boy energy. “Hiya Paul. I bet you didn’t expect to see me here, did you?” “I can’t say that I did, no.” I replied. I searched Blake’s eyes but they gave nothing away. “We just finished dinner here, Chris, but I think we’re ready to get started if you are.” “No problem,” Chris replied. He turned to the hallway leading to the bedroom and playroom. “What are we waiting for?” Blake gave my hand a little squeeze, “you’ll have fun with this. I promised dessert, after all.” Winking, he let go of my hand and led the way down the hall to the playroom. Entering the playroom was just as disorienting as last time. The heavy smell of leather and rubber hung in the air and the toys, straps, masks, and suits all surrounded the big sling in the center of the room. I was horny before, but the sight of all this forbidden gear turned me on even more. Chris gave out a little gasp. “I had no idea you had all of this! You must get tail every day of the week!” Blake looked at me and replied, “hardly, I only have one person that I really want to fuck.” Chris turned and faced us, “of course, I knew you two were made for each other. But why all the stuff?” “Well,” Blake started, seeming a bit sheepish, “I wanted to be prepared in case my partner was kinky or had any fantasies.” His gaze turned toward me. “I hope you aren’t offended.” I smiled back at him, “of course I am not offended! That is so hot that you were thinking of every eventuality.” I leaned up and kissed him deeply. “You know how to get me horny for sure, but why is Chris here?” Blake gestured to Chris, “you’d better explain it.” Chris started, “I always wondered what being with a guy felt like, and I’m going to move into the frat house next year. I heard that they get up to some shenanigans and take care of each other, if you know what I mean, and I wanted to know what that was like before I started fooling around and don’t want to embarrass myself in front of any of them. I asked Blake a few weeks ago if he would show me the ropes, but he said he wouldn’t fuck me. Just that he was saving that for someone else, but he thought you might be willing to have a go at me if you wanted to.” I was stunned, horrified, turned on, and confused. “Why me?” “Like Blake here, I wanted it to be someone who I cared about and wouldn’t judge me. Besides, you’re sexy as fuck and so tempting all the time. . .” Chris trailed off. I looked at Blake and he smiled back. “Paul, this is your chance to really breed someone. I think you should.” I leaned over to whisper in Blake’s ear, “does he know that I am poz?” “I haven’t told him, but you know him. I don’t think it would make him much difference.” “But I would feel awful if I gave him my illness.” Blake was quiet for a moment, “look, it isn’t like he is stupid. He could ask to play safe, he could be on prep, he could just not care. Whatever the case, I think he is aware of what is possible.” I grudgingly admitted that my boyfriend had a point. I turned toward Chris and with as much courage as I could muster I demanded, “get in the sling.” Chris clambered out of his clothes and got into the sling. Blake and I circled around him and strapped his arms and legs in so he couldn’t move. “You know that to do this you need to relax. And in order to be relaxed, you need to surrender yourself to us.” I was talking with a silky tone, trying to put him at ease and keep him excited. “After this experience you’ll be a changed man. You can’t say that you’ve never felt another man inside of you. Is that what you want?” Chris was getting really hot and bothered and moaned out, “just do what you want to me.” Clearly this boy didn’t know what I was capable of. I knelt down and took a look at his hard cock. It was about average in length with a long, droopy foreskin covering the head, even as he was hard. A nondescript bush surrounded his manhood, but the shaft and balls were completely smooth. His balls rode up as I fondled his shaft. This was too easy. I rolled his foreskin down to release the shiny head of his cock, already glistening with precut. Taking him into my mouth I could taste the sweet-and-salty essence of the pre, along with the musty, sweaty taste that must always stay around with a foreskin like his. I pressed his cock further back into my mouth and felt as much as heard him pant. “You’re a fucking genius with your mouth, Paul.” I slid his cock all the way out of my mouth, sucking on his head so there was a little ‘pop’ when I released him. “Thanks, but you haven’t seen anything yet.” I started giving his balls a tongue bath and played around inside his foreskin with my finger. I let my tongue lick down his taint before tasting his ass for the first time. It was as I expected from a frat-type boy. A bit ripe with sweat, but not unclean. The saltiness of his sweat was matched with the sweetness of his musk. I began to tongue his hole and the moans increased in pitch and frequency. “What are you doing to me?” I grinned into his cheeks as I pulled my finger from his foreskin, “just having a taste of what is to come. Blake promised me dessert. . .” I dove back in. Blake’s hands found my collar and began unbuttoning my shirt. I got to work with my pants and was soon naked, probing Chris’s hole with my tongue. He must have really been wanting this for awhile, because he was starting to open up. I stood and slipped a finger into Chris as I leaned in to lick his chest. “I can’t kiss you because I’m attached to Blake, but I am going to fuck you. Is that what you want?” Chris only nodded and groaned. I was excited! My fist topping experience! I used a second finger to open the hole for a moment or two and Blake came up from behind and started lubing my cock. “Hold back in him for a bit. Make sure he feels you,” Blake warned. I nodded in understanding and withdrew my fingers. My now slick cock began to do circles around his hole as I warmed him up for penetration. Nothing like a little teasing to get him excited for what was coming next! I felt Blake start to lick my hole behind me. . . Ah! That was his game! Well, I don’t mind! I let the tip of my dick hover right at the entrance to Chris’s chute. Waves of warmth emanated from him as I gave the warning, “last chance to back out.” “Breed me,” was all the answer I needed. I pushed into his warm hole and slowly sunk inch by inch into the waiting boy. Nothing prepared me for how amazing the feeling of a tight hole would be on my cock. At the same moment, I felt pressure on my own hole as Blake quickly sank his dick into me. He had me impaled completely and was pulsing his dick against my prostate as I continued to work toward hilting myself into Chris. When I finally bottomed out (with much wincing from Chris) Blake was almost out of my ass. I began to pull out of Chris and fuck myself back onto Blake. I slowly picked up steam bucking forwards into Chris and backwards onto Blake. Fucking and being fucked in one cyclical motion. This was easily the most pleasure I had ever experienced. I rode Blake’s dick with every ounce of passion I had, and plowed myself forward into Chris feeling like a god. Chris was moaning in pleasure as I began to pummel his prostate with precision. The speed of my thrusts growing faster and faster and cycling deep enough to tease his second hole. Blake started to pant behind me and grabbed my hips for extra leverage. We fucked like rabbits for what seemed like hours before I couldn’t take it any longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I screamed to the boys and fell forward with all my body weight to stick Chris as deeply as I could before I started to spurt. I felt the resistance of his second hole for a split second before Blake added a deep slam of my hole and our combined weight forced my dick through Chris’s second hole. I could feel Blake pumping me full of his toxic seed again and knew that I was seeding Chris, too. We stayed mounded together, sweat dripping from our bodies and mixing into each other. Chris hadn’t cum, but he seemed perfectly content. “Is this everything you wanted it to be,” I asked. “More than you could ever know,” was Chris’s reply. I turned to Blake and kissed him deeply. After about half an hour I felt myself slip from Chris’s hole and we unhooked the restraints. Chris grabbed his things quietly and waddled out the door. Blake scooped me up in his arms and nibbled on my neck. “I hope that wasn’t too shocking for you.” “Too shocking, no, but I will be interested to know how Chris is feeling in a few weeks. I am a bit worried that he’ll be pissed at me if he turns out poz.” “I know some of the guys in the frat,” Blake replied, “they won’t judge, and there are a few people that I met at my poz support meetings that he can talk to if he gets worried.” I snuggled my head up to Blake’s chiseled pecs. “All I know is that every time I have sex with you I feel a deeper connection. Even with another person, I still feel connected most to you.” Blake kissed my forehead and dropped me into the shower. “Well, we shouldn’t waste another opportunity. . .” So he fucked me silly in the shower, using his previous load as lube. I don’t know how I had managed to live without this boy for so long, but I am glad that I don’t need to know what that will be like for a long time.

We would expect the best from a vers god such as yourself! I love being the dump for another dump as it means one I may get a BIG Load and 2 it means they know better than to just slam 10 inches of schmeat up your hole in one power thrust. I personally always experience some pain when I try to take big dick. First it never fails that the 1st person at a bathhouse, sex club or sex party that decides to run up my hole is HUGE. I rarely ever get the chance to work my way up to big dicks! But I will always risk the anal fissure to try; I don't go often so I would have the time to heal. I occasionally get a top that will continue away.

Part 11 I threw TJ's jeans at him as he layed there on the dirty, piss covered ground, cum leaking out of his hole. "Get dressed you fucking white trash cumdump!" I ordered him as I shoved the fat pug back into is ass. I just stood over him as he slowly pulled his pants on, spitting on him. "Hurry up you little faggot!" I demanded. He pulled his jeans on and I unlocked his leash. I started to lead him back out through the maze, past all the homeless guys that had just used him. He just hung his head in shame as we walked. I looked at him, his long, stringy hair matted with cum, his naked tattooed torso covered in streaks of dirt and slime and couldn't help myself. My newest prize looked so trashy and fucked up that I grabbed him by the back of his neck and shoved him against the wall, smashing his face into the cold, hard bricks. I ripped down his jeans and pulled out the plug. Cum ran out of his ass and onto my big, hard cock before I rammed it into him.TJ moaned as I slammed into him over and over while I pushed his face into the bricks, leaving scratches all over one side of his face. "You fucking take that you little bitch!" I growled, as if he had any other choice. "You're a disgusting little meth slut, aren't you bitch? You'll do anything to get high, won't you? Come on, let me hear it bitch. Tell me what you are!" "I'm a meth slut." TJ gurgled. "I'll do anything to get high." "Damn straight you will, you low down, pathetic faggot!" I hissed as I pumped another of my dirty loads into his increasingly wrecked hole. After I re-plugged him and pulled his jeans back up, I led him to the car and opened the trunk, throwing him in. "Thats where disgusting little meth pigs deserve to ride." I said as I slammed the trunk closed. I drove to our next destination. The bathhouse. The sleazy one where anything goes and usually does. I led TJ from the trunk to the front desk, where the desk clerk just leered at him. George, a big bear of a man, just passed me a key as I slid him a baggie of T. He knew what was up. I always bring my whores here. The second we walked through the door, I made TJ remove his jeans and led him naked to our room. Of course I took the long route, so as many people as possible could see my newest victim in all his trashy glory. We passed one of the regulars, Ben. He wasn't that old, early 40's, but in the advanced stages of AIDS. His skin sagged off his skinny, once muscular body while his belly puffed out. He smiled at us as he looked TJ up and down with his sunken eyes. "Any luck tonight?" I asked him. "Naw." He replied. "But that's how it goes." I just smiled and beckoned him to follow us. He did and soon I was shutting the door to our room. Ben sat on the bed as I pushed TJ to the floor. I dug out my supplies and handed Ben a pipe." "Where'd you find this one?" He asked, as he got the pipe rolling. "Skate park." I replied. "Damn, you're lucky." He said as exhaled a cloud. "It's all skill my man." I laughed. "You just need to know how to trap the stupid bitches." Ben laughed as he sat back, hitting the pipe as I pulled out another little baggie. I quickly laid out two lines on the bathhouse floor and handed TJ a little straw. He quickly snorted them up, not having any idea that is wasn't T, but K. Some good old Ketamine. In no time flat, he was collapsed on the floor as he sunk into the K-hole. Ben and I pulled him onto the bed. "He's ready for you." I said, as Ben stroked his hardening cock. I pulled out the plug, and more cum ran out. I scooped it up and wiped it into TJ's slack, open mouth. He stared at Ben with vacant eyes, unable to move as his legs were lifted and yet another cock slid into his "straight" skaterboy cunt. "Oh god he feels so good!" Ben moaned as he slid his 7" cock in and out of the incapacitated boy. "So loose, so juicy! I'm not gonna last long!" I sat back, enjoying the pipe as I watched the diseased ravaged man have his way with my helpless whore. Soon, I was enjoying the site of Ben deeply kissing my whore as he buried himself in to the hilt and pumped TJ full of a really, nasty load. "Got another one in you?" I asked as I handed him the pipe. "You know I do!" He enthusiastically answered. "Help me roll him over." We rolled TJ onto his stomach and Ben climbed on top of him, sliding his cock back into the barley conscious boy. He laid his body on TJ's and wrapped his arms around him as he sawed in and out of TJ's cumhole. After a little bit, TJ started coming back to reality and began moaning as his ass was fucked yet again. I smiled an evil smile as Ben deposited his second high viral load into my whore. "Thank you." He said as he wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door. "No, thank YOU." I smiled as I fingered TJ's cum filled hole. After about 20 minutes TJ was back to being semi conscious and I was ready for the last part of his ordeal for the night. I gave him one, final big slam. Then I stood him up with his arm over my shoulder for support, and helped walk him out the door and down the hall. I knew at this point, TJ's mind was more than gone. He may have been technically conscious, but he probably had no idea of where or even who he was at this point. This only made the men we passed stare more leacherously at the dirty, skanky, trashy teenager as I led him to the open play room. With a little help, I soon had him splayed on a St. Andrew's cross, his back and ass exposed and ready, his mouth gagged to help stifle the inevitable screams. Because, as fucked up as he was, he was going to feel this! A small crowd had gathered to watch as I picked up a whip and expertly landed the first blow right in the middle of TJ's back. He screamed as his body tensed up and a dark red welt appeared. After a few more strokes, TJ just hung there blubbering. Someone took mercy on him and fed him some poppers, but I didn't stop. Not until I had landed 20 lashes across his teenage whore back. I had broken the skin in a few places, and a little bit of blood dripped down. Then I took a bandana from one of the guys and soaked it in poppers, tying it across TJ's nose. Soon, his head just kind of flopped as I picked up a cane. Looking around, I could see many men masturbating as they watched the scene in front of them. "Don't blow your loads gents!" I said to the room. "This slut will be available as soon as I'm done!" And with that, I raised the cane and brought it down full strength across TJ's ass cheeks. He part screamed, part whimpered, and part moaned into the gag as I watched a deep red mark appear. Three more strikes and TJ was once again blubbering. After 10, I stopped and admired what I had done. TJ's ass was just one giant, swollen, throbbing piece of flesh. It was dark purple where the cane had struck the same spot more than once, and a little blood ran down his legs. And true to my word, I made TJ available after that. I and another guy released him from the cross and laid him on a fuck bench, strapping him down. I left the gag in, as I didn't want any loads going in his mouth. Then, I sat back and enjoyed the show, watching these men fuck my freshly beaten bitch. They ran their hands over his body, feeling the welts and the heat that radiated from them. A few of the guys even pulled their cocks out of his ass, and shot their loads across his bloodied back and ass, rubbing their, most likely, dirty semen into the fresh wounds that covered his young, teenage body. See, I told you anything goes here! After a couple of hours, the last man dumped into TJ and it was time to leave. I had to have help getting him off the fuck bench, to the room, and out to my car, as TJ could barely stand at this point. Once I got back to my place, I hefted him out of the trunk and carried him up the stairs over my shoulder. I dropped him on the bed where he just stared up at me with those vacant, fucked up eyes. I smiled at my toy. Then I took another syringe and gave TJ a powerful sedative that would knock his ass out for at least 12 hours. Then I pulled off his jeans and crawled next to him. I ran my hands all over his body as he lay unconscious on his stomach, feeling the damage I had inflicted on him. It made my cock hard. I spread his legs and pulled out the plug. I groaned as I looked at his hole. It wasn't even closing. It just gaped open, a very angry red as I could see some of insides poking out. Cum dripped from his new little rosebud and I fingered him, proud of myself for the destruction I had caused to his straight boy ass. Then I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a piercing. I quickly swapped my regular one for one that had several spikes poking out. Then I slid into him. TJ didn't move a muscle in his passed out state as my huge cock and spiked piercing proceeded to shred his insides even more. His hole was just a loose, wet sloppy hole by this point. I could barely feel it around my dick. I moved my hips around as I pressed the spikes into his innards. Then, I pulled out, relishing the site of my cock covered in slime and fresh blood. I held onto his hips and slammed myself back into him and fucked his lifeless body for a good twenty minutes before I flooded it one last time for the night with another, dirty load.

I love watching cute, sexy, attractive bottoms take loads from fat, ugly, crackheads, meth heads, homeless men and wasted trolls. The kind of men that would be beneath their standards if they actually had any standards. lt really shows what a cockhungry faggot they are

Part 6 I didn't see TJ for a few days until he showed up at my door Thursday evening holding a duffel bag. He smelled horrible and looked even worse. His long hair was filthy and stringy and he was covered in dirt. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, which wasn't far from the truth. Without a word I let him into my apartment and he moved to my couch. "On the floor!" I ordered him. "You're not sitting your filthy ass on my couch!" He dropped to his knees and sat down looking dejected and pathetic. I sat on the couch and offered him the loaded bong. He smiled up at me as he took it. After a few hits, he told me what was going on. It turns out that he had gone home to take a shower. His roommates, seeing him covered in dried cum and smelling like a cheap whore, knew he was tweaking hardcore and kicked him out right on the spot. They threw his clothes and his skateboard out the window and that was that. He was homeless. He spent the next few days and nights on the street, sleeping where he could. He had sold his skateboard to get a little bit of money for food, but that quickly ran out. He didn't know what else to do, so he turned to me for help. Big mistake. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for to finally finish what I had been working towards for weeks. I looked down on him and said, "You know, if I let you stay here, we're going to have to work out some way for you to pay me." "I know," he meekly replied. "I've already thought about it. I'm willing to suck your cock whenever you want. I'll suck your friends cocks too. Just please, can you help me out?" I didn't say a word as I fished my cock out of my shorts. After all, I wasn't agreeing to his terms, he just didn't know mine yet. He leaned forward and took me into his mouth. He really did a good job of sucking me, he was a natural at it. In no time flat I was feeding him another one of my dirty loads. Then I told him to take a shower. As he was cleaning days of dirt and grime off his skinny pale body, I prepared the bedroom for TJ's fate. By the time he finished his shower, I was back on the couch with 4 fat lines prepared on the mirror. I handed him a rolled up bill and he snorted down 2 of them like the junky he was becoming. I snorted the other 2 and sat back on the couch, enjoying the site of the naked teenager on my couch. I handed him the loaded pipe and told him to smoke the whole thing. As he blew out a big white cloud, I picked up some restraints I had beside the couch. "What are those?" He asked as a puzzled look crossed his face. "Just some leather accessories." I told him. "I've decided that cock sucking will only be one of your duties. You will also serve as my houseboy. You know, just some cleaning, lite cooking, laundry, stuff like that. But you have to wear a uniform." "Ok," he shrugged, blowing out another big cloud. My hands trembled a bit as I leaned down and attached the first restraint to his hairy ankle. So close, I was getting so close! I quickly had the second restraint around his other ankle. As he was torching the bowl for another hit, I reached up and attached first one, then the other restraint to his wrists. He barely paid attention as he concentrated on the bowl. As he blew out another big hit, I wrapped a collar around his neck, and buckled it. TJ just went with the flow and didn't question anything. After all, he was getting high again, and that's all he cared about. I sat back to enjoy the site before me. The black leather contrasted so beautifully with his pale skin. He looked every bit the perfect little piece of trash that he was. He looked at me with wide, saucer like eyes and I knew he was ready. Even if he wasn't, I was. "Come with me." I said, standing him up. "I'm going to show you one of your duties." He stood up and followed me to the bedroom, completely oblivious of what was about to happen to him. I pretended I was going to show him how to make my bed, and as soon as I had his right wrist in the corner, I had it attached to the chain on my headboard. "What the fuck?" He started. "What the fuck is going on?" I didn't say a word. I just pushed him onto the bed and jumped on his back, holding him down. He struggled beneath me, shouting "Let me go! Please! Don't do this!" He begged. I ignored him and soon had his other wrist attached as well. Now he wasn't going anywhere. He continued to yell and beg and plead, and as much as that turned me on, I didn't want the neighbors to hear his screams. I picked up a ball gag and forced it into his mouth, stifling his pleas. He kicked at me as I tried to secure his legs, but I just sat on them to hold them still as I attached them to more chains. After a bit more struggling, I stood up and looked down on my prize. TJ struggled hard trying to free himself as he yelled into the gag. Tears started to flow from his eyes as he realized there was no escape. I just enjoyed the site of my skater boy spread eagled and helpless, his legs spread apart, displaying his defenseless hairy ass. I shoved a shard up his ass as I lubed up my 11 inch monster. I also rubbed some fine powder all over his puckered hole. TJ moaned as he felt the burning. That was nothing compared to the burning he would soon feel! I took a bandana and poured some poppers on it and tied it around TJ's nose. Soon his body relaxed a bit as his head went into orbit. I placed the head of my dick against TJ's virgin hole. It was met with resistance, but I didn't care. I gave one really hard push, and my head popped past his anal ring. TJ's head flew back and his back arched as he screamed, but I didn't stop. I held onto his hips and continued pushing myself into him. Sweat covered his body and fresh tears streamed from his eyes as he half screamed and half sobbed into the gag. I had about three more inches to go when I felt some more resistance deep inside of him. I knew I was at his second sphincter. I grabbed his shoulders and used every bit of power I could muster and slammed myself all the way into him. TJ screamed and passed out. I held myself in the kid while I slapped his face a few times, and eventually he came back around. He just moaned in pain as I laid buried in him. I pulled out, enjoying seeing the red streaks that covered my cock. I knew I had tore the kid a bit, and that made me smile. TJ breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his hole being emptied, but it was short lived. I grabbed a prepared rig and a rubber hose, then I forced my cock all the way back into my skater boy. I tied off his bicep and twisted his arm so the good part was available and I saw a nice plump vein sticking up. Then I leaned into his ear. "Now, your going to feel a little prick in your arm, and if you know what's good for you, you won't move a muscle or you could get really hurt. Do you understand?" TJ shook his head yes. Then, with all 11 inches of myself buried in the kid, I swabbed his arm and very carefully stuck the needle in. TJ didn't flinch as I drew back to register blood, then slowly pushed the plunger down, administering a huge slam to the already fucked up boy. Then I pulled off the rubber hose and threw it and the needle aside. This was the moment I been waiting for. TJ's body went ridged as he started to cough. I just started fucking him as the rush went through his young body. I pulled about 5 inches out before slamming myself back in balls deep. Over and over I pounded his insides, my large p.a. battering his intestines. TJ started to moan in pleasure as my cock tore into him. I removed the ball gag and TJ just mumbled some gibberish. He grunted and moaned louder, like the cheap little whore he was, but was unable to form words, only pleasure sounds. I pounded his straight boy ass for 15 minutes before I started to feel the oncoming orgasm. I grabbed his long hair and pulled his head back as I let out long groan and pumped the first dirty load of this kids life into his wrecked innards. I collapsed onto him as my cock drained every bit of its seed into TJ. I eventually pulled out, admiring the pink slime covering my dick. TJ's hole already gaped open a bit and was an angry red colour. I grabbed my phone and called Paul. "Get over here!" I told him. "I just fucked the kid and he's ready for more cock!"

Part 29 Rob sulked in his cage for the rest of the afternoon. The party tonight couldn’t come fast enough as far as he was concerned. “It is my time to shine.” he thought. “I’ll be getting all the cock tonight just like I deserve.” He didn’t know that there were plenty of people that agreed that he was going to get what he deserved; their reasons were different than Rob’s however. When someone finally came to get him for the party, he crawled out of his cage as fast as he could just like an excited puppy. When they got to the prep room, Rob jumped up into the chair. He loved this part. He hoped they gave him a really large slam; Rob wanted to be totally flying when the Tops started to fuck him. What confused Rob was that when he hopped into the chair, they tightly restrained his arms and legs. It had been sometime since they had to restrain him for a slam or a booty bump so it didn’t make sense to him that they were doing it now. It also seemed weird that there were a couple of guys with video cameras in the room as well as some extra lighting equipment. They had never videoed his prep before. “Maybe there are just here to follow me when I enter the party room,” Rob thought, “Although that doesn’t explain the lights.” Nick arrived and pushed a small cart into the room. He was dressed in full leather which was also unusual for pre-party preparations; especially since Nick generally spent little time on the actual party floor. Rob couldn’t tell everything that was on the cart as some items were covered with a towel. He did see the syringe that he knew contained his meth. Nick pointed at Rob’s hard cock and said, “I see you’re ready for your conversion.” Rob shook his head slightly and replied, ”What do you mean, don’t you think you’ve already converted me to a cum dump?” Nick said nothing but a wicked grin appeared on his face that really scared Rob. Nick grabbed something off the cart and walked up to Rob’s face. Nick stuffed a dirty jock strap into Rob’s mouth. He then said, “I need you to shut up and listen to me for a minute.” “Your followers on the website have been asking for this since the first time you were fucked on camera.” A voice in Rob’s head screamed “What the FUCK is going on!” Nick stepped back a little and continued his explanation to Rob. “You may be wondering about all the cameras and extra lighting.” Rob nodded his head to acknowledge that fact. “Well we are streaming this little party LIVE tonight.” “This party is actually turning out to be one of the highest selling pay-for-view events that we’ve had all year.” “Your “favorite” bar Renegade in Ohio is actually holding a special event to view this in the backroom of club.” “I’d ask you wave and say hello to the folks back there but it looks like you’re a little tied up right now,” Nick laughed. Nick held up a piece paper to the camera and said “Here’s part of the contract this cum dump signed showing that this is CONSENSUAL.” Nick then grabbed another document from the cart and showed it to the camera, “As you can see from these test results, this slut is also negative as of earlier this week.” Nick turned to Rob and started shaking his head. “To tell you the truth whore, I’m a little surprised by this result after all the raw loads you have taken; but then again it would take a while for that PReP you were taking to flush out of your system and of course we really didn’t start feeding you the corticosteroids to impair your immune system until a few days ago.” Rob felt a knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat as he came to the realization of what Nick and others had been implying about this party and his next conversion all along.” He struggled against his restraints but to no avail. The pre-loaded point was the next thing removed from the cart. Rob started feeling the effects almost immediately and reflexively started flexing his ass hole. Nick then held up a white bristle bottle brush. He coated the stiff bristles with Tina powder and slowly pushed the brush into Rob’s ass. Rob gasped through his jock gag as the brush was inserted and twisted inside his ass hole. The camera man squatted close to Rob’s ass hole to capture a close-up of Rob’s preparation. All of the men invited to the party had high viral loads but it didn’t hurt to make Rob’s ass a little more receptive for their tainted seed. They actually competed with each other to see who could convert the most neg bottoms. The brush did its work on Rob’s fuck chute. The bristles appeared pink as the brush was thrust in and out of Rob’s hole. Finally the brush was pulled from Rob’s battered ass and held in front of the camera. Every bristle was coated in pink ass slime. Rob was ready to receive his celebratory gift. At this time Rod was flying so high that all he cared about was having something back in his ass. The emptiness he felt with the removal of the brush was driving him insane. Rod was led to the party area. The room looked pretty empty compared to usual; the only things present were the stage, the sling and all the video screens and extra lighting. Rob was securely bond in the sling. He stared up and could see his winking bloody ass lips on the screen overhead. He heard the sound of a gong as the attendees entered the room. Due to his blurred vision he couldn’t tell if he recognized any of the guys walking toward him. That is until the first guy reached the top of the stage and started slapping his massive 11” cock across Rob’s face. Rob looked up and saw Dolf staring back at him. Glancing at the video screen overhead confirmed it was Dolf; Rob recognized that black scorpion tattoo on Dolf’s monster cock. Rob opened his mouth to wet Dolf’s cock, but he knew the reason Rolf was there was to breed his ass. He just hoped he could lube the cock enough with his saliva so that when Dolf thrust it into Rob’s ass the damage would be minimized. “Hello pig, it’s about time you were ready to receive my toxic load,” Dolf said with a sneer. “You were always destined to be a cum dump so just accept your fate.” Dolf lined his cock up to the entrance of Rob’s ass. Ron clenched his ass to try to save himself but Dolf pushed too hard. All Rob could do was grunt as he watched the scorpion disappear into his hole on the video screen. Rob had thought he had the ability to accommodate any cock, but the length and girth of Dolf’s cock was so much that Rob felt like he was being fucked for the first time. He felt pleasure from the drugs yet there was also a feeling of searing pain as Dolf drove his cock balls deep into Rob’s ass. “Take my Poz cock,” Dolf bellowed as he started pounding Rob harder and harder. “I need to keep up my record of 100% conversion rate whore, so open up and take my cock.” “Let the scorpion crawl home.” Dolf continued to stretch Rob’s hole. All Rob could do was moan in pleasure and grunt every time Dolf’s balls slapped his ass. .Dolf liked the way Rob’s ass tightened around his fuck tool. It was tight but accommodating. Rob’s ass gripped and milked his cock to perfection. Rob closed his eyes and panted as Dolf power fucked his ass. He was brought out of his trance by the feel of metal banging against his teeth. He opened his eyes to see a cock with a large PA waving in his face. Rob moved his gaze up from the pierced cock to see its owner. The cock belonged to Jesse the bartender. Jesse slapped Rob’s face with his cock and said, “I got a special invite to tonight’s festivities since I was the one that discovered you.” It had never dawned on Rob that it was Jesse that had initially set him up. There was nothing Rob could say so he just opened his mouth to accept Jesse’s cock. As he was running his tongue over Jesse’s piercing and cock head he felt a prick and tasted a little blood. He jerked his head back. Jesse pulled his cock out of Rob’s mouth and started laughing. “Do you like my jewelry,” Jesse asked. “I wore this ring especially for you tonight.” Rob then noticed the PA had several sharp spikes over its surface. “When is Dolf is done loading you up, I’m going to help plant some of his seed deeper with my cock.” “And of course I’ll be adding mine as well.” Sure enough as soon as Dolf spilled his toxic seed in Rob’s hole, Jesse stepped up and began poking his spiked cock in and out of Rob’s already damaged hole. Jesse was not gentle at all; he made sure to drive his spiked cock all along fuck chute. When Jesse finished adding his load, the next Top stepped up to breed Rob’s hole. Rob’s mind tried to focus his thoughts on the cocks that pummeled his fuck tunnel. The thought of being infected was pushed to the back. He’d worry about that later, for now he just wanted to be fucked. He tuned out the Top’s cries of “Take my toxic cock.” “I going to breed you hard pig.” “Open up that hole and receive your gift.” One of the last Tops to breed Rob was a frail looking guy. In fact, a couple of the other guys had to steady his thin wasting body as he stuck his disease ravaged cock in Rob’s hole and began to thrust. Even though Rob’s ass was loose and sloppy by this point, the Top still enjoyed the ride and added his deposit to the cum bank. After a few of the Tops added their second loads to Rob’s ass there was a break in the action. Dolf appeared on stage carrying a large glass full of a creamy white liquid. “Several of our members couldn’t be here tonight but they wanted to contribute to your gift,” he said. He dribbled a little of the liquid across Rob’s lips. Rob lapped it up and swallowed. He had suspected the fluid was cum, the taste now confirmed that thought. Rob opened his mouth wide so that the remaining cum could be poured into his mouth, but Dolf started to shake his head no. “This is also special seed and it belongs where it can work its magic.” Rob’s legs were hoisted a bit higher. On the video screen over his head, Rob saw a funnel being pushed into his ass. With the funnel in place, Dolf poured nearly a quart of toxic cum into Rob’s receptive ass. When the last drop slid through the opening, the funnel was removed. A huge butt plug was then forcibly inserted into Rob’s ass. Cum squirted around the edges of the plug while it was being pushed in, but once in place, the rest of the cum was sealed inside. “Now we just need to leave everything to incubate a while,” laughed Dolf. Rob was carried back to his room and placed in his cage. His hands were cuffed to the bars so that he wouldn’t be tempted to remove the plug. Dolf leaned over the cage and leered at Rob. “Go to sleep pig, your dreams are about to fully come true,” sneered Dolf. He spat in Rob’s face and then walked away.

Chapter 3: After that first hook-up with Mike, we made a regular point of getting together a couple of times a week; sometimes more. He’d come to my place, or me to his, he fucks my brains out, breeds my ass … lots of hot piggy sex. I always end up with an ass full of cum. It’s been nearly a week now though, and I’m really horned and about to go crazy – I need to be fucked. I’m honestly feeling like a bit of a pig. How did I get so hooked up on one guy’s cum? I don’t care. I decide I’ll message him on Kik. Kevin: Sup He doesn’t immediately respond … then my phone buzzes. Mike: Hangin with my friend Chris, horned Kevin: Me too ... come fuck me Mike: Gotta finish up here first … 6 ok? Kevin: yep At that moment an image of a huge cock inside a tight ass appears. Kevin: HOT! Mike: Told you about Chris, right? Mike: That’s him >=) Kevin: MMMMMM Mike: Ok if I bring him too Kevin: Yea Mike: k … told you he’s poz right? Kevin: yea Kevin: It’s cool Mike: Showed him your pics Mike: Thinks you’re hot Kevin: oh yea? Mike: haha … prob wants to fuck you too, he pretty much only tops Kevin: Pic? Mike sends me another pic. Chris is definitely hot. He looks like he’s about 27, nice short cut brown hair, trimmed up beard and beautiful eyes. Then another pic appears, same cock dripping cum over a spread hole, cum is everywhere; Mike knows how to get me hard. Then he follows that up with a link to an XTube video … I’m about to click on it when another message comes through. Mike: Pic is Chris’ cum in my hole and all over my ass Kevin: Fuck he’s got a hot cock Mike: I know Mike: Vid is Chris breeding me Mike: Wait ‘til you feel him doing that Kevin: MMMMMMM Mike: See you in a bit I click the link to the video and all you can see is a guy on all fours taking a cock bareback … he’s begging for raw cock and cum and the top is encouraging him … ‘til the top reaches a big orgasm, and he shoots all of it inside. I need to be fucked like that so bad right now. Mike says he and Chris are coming over at 6 so I decide to get into the shower and get myself and my hole cleaned out and ready. I feel mixed about letting a poz guy fuck me bareback but I’m so turned on after talking to Mike I’m not sure I can say no. I can’t get the images of Chris’ cock and cum, going inside Mike like that, out of my head. I want to beat off right here in the shower, but somehow manage to stay focused, and not touch my cock. As I’m drying off I finally come to a decision, “Fuck it, I want him to fuck me, and I want him to cum in me the way Mike does”. I quickly finish up, I’m cleaned out and ready to go. I feel silly thinking about what should I wear to answer the door but I find myself doing it anyway. I grab a pair of white athletic socks and my favorite ball cap and that’s all I’m wearing. I want to set the tone. I think, “No need to be coy about it … you want him to breed you”. Mike and Chris arrive not much later and Mike lets them in. I can hear them talking, and come popping out of my room, “Hey guys!” I see Mike smile, and he moves to kiss me, “Oh… hey… this is Chris… told you about him”. I move and he kisses me too, he says softly, “Damn Kevin … you’re hotter than Mike let on”. I blush a little bit. I look over at Mike, who’s already removed his clothing, “This way”, he says, pulling both me and Chris toward my bedroom. They’ve been here all of 2 minutes and I already feel a bit attached to Chris, maybe I’m needy, maybe it’s those eyes. Mike and I start making out, Chris moves in closer, and then there’s this mad mash of tongues as the three of us are making out. Chris reaches around and puts a hand into my ass crack… then pulls back, I grab his hand and move it back to my ass; I want him to know I like it there. We break apart and Mike, not wasting any time, leans over the end of my bed ass up and ready. “Someone needs to be fucked … get him ready”, I hear Chris, “Fuck yea I do”, says Mike. I think Mike’s ass is “so hot”, exposed like that, I can’t stop myself and bend down, “There’s some lube there”, pointing, and then bury my face into that hot little ass, “Ahhhhhhhhhh….ahhhhh… fuck yea … eat my hole… so hot”. I love eating Mike’s ass, it gets him so horny. I hear Chris removing clothing and lubing his cock, “Looks like a hot, twisted boy slut needs another load in that ass”. I move off of Mike, I can’t help it, I want to see Chris’ cock. “Another load?”, I think, I’ll have to remember to ask about that, then I hear Mike, “Yeah man … needing another dirty load in there”. Chris removes his tank top and joins me and Mike naked. “Don’t hold back this time man … I want it, hard, raw, intense ….did I say hard?”, Chris just looks at him, “Pig. You want more of my raw cock ehh?”, not really expecting an answer. I look at Chris, “I’ve got poppers if you want ‘em”, handing him the bottle, he smirks, “You’ll want these babe”, throwing them down beside Mike’s head. Chris and I just stare at each other as he gets ready to lay into Mike, “Go lay on the bed beside him … help him through this, but be ass up and ready for me”. The direct approach, I like it … I just smile. Laying down beside Mike I feel myself pushing my ass up. I think, “I want this stud to fuck and breed my ass like he does Mike’s”, it’s scaring me, but exciting me all at the same time. Mike and I put an arm around each other’s back and we’re close enough to kiss … our bodies touching all the way down past our asses. “Please Chris … c’mon man, breed me, pahhz … “, Chris interrupts him, “Yeah you want this”, spanking Mike’s ass with his cock,”… you want this cum … don’t you pig?”, “Yeah”. Hearing Mike beg for cum and seeing him, submissive like this, a slight look of comfort and surprise comes over me. Then I see that look on Mike’s face and look back at Chris, I know he’s teasing and putting pressure on Mike’s hole. I hear Mike moan, “Ahhhhhhhh…”, and I know the head is pushing its way inside him now. Chris moves his body up and over Mikes, covering most of him, and from the look on Mike’s face I can tell Chris’ cock is about to bottom out. Chris kisses Mike’s back and neck and leans in closer, “Yeah baby … gonna give you another poz load from this poz cock … that what you been needing?” I look at Mike, his eyes are closed, he’s gone, “Yes … yeah man … nail me … really give it to me, do it this time”. I think, “This time?!”, I realize how little I really know about Mike. All this talk about “poz cock” is freaking me out a bit, but my hard cock wouldn’t lie to me – would it? Chris for his part isn’t letting it go, “Fuck yeah ... gonna get that load where it belongs”, and Mike blurts out, “In my hole”. After just a few brief warm up strokes Chris puts his full weight into fucking Mike, and from the way the bed’s moving, he’s forcing his cock in deep. Watching all this gets my cock rock hard and I suddenly feel the urge to be the one begging Chris for a load of his cum … his poz cum. I’m so fucking horned. Mike is going crazy from being penetrated, it’s like I’m seeing him in a whole new light, but I’m so fucking horny I can’t think, and sometimes you gotta ask for what you want. I push my ass up further, reach back and spread my cheeks and looking at Mike just spit it out, “Please Chris ... please breed me too”. Chris just keeps fucking. Mike’s eyes open … he smiles at me, “You sure you ready for this babe?”, I smile back nodding, “Yea I think so … I’m just so horny right now, I need it so bad”. “When he starts fucking you he’s not going to stop until he’s cum inside you too”, I nodded, “I know … I know … it’s cool”. Mike just grins, “Alright … you gotta ask for him for it then”, “I thought I did”. I look back at Chris again, “Chris … will you fu’… uhmm”, and I try to sound more serious, “Chris will you breed my ass?”. Chris keeps grunting, ignoring me, he just keeps pounding Mike’s ass. I can see they’re both sweating, and Chris is really moaning and I bet he’s close to dumping his load. “I told you he’s poz, right?”, I nod, Mike’s eyes rolled a bit, “Ohhhhhh… fuck yea … Well … you gotta ask for him for his poz cock … otherwise he’s not gonna fuck you”, Mike’s eyes close, the expression of bliss obvious on his face. I gulp. Hundreds of things float through my mind, images, thoughts, ideas … it’s almost overwhelming for just a brief second. I swallow, open my mouth, and state matter-of-factly, “Chris will you please fuck me with that HOT poz cock of yours and cum deep inside me?” I feel myself nearly breathing the words when I mention his cock and cum. I look at Mike for approval he seems shocked and happy all at the same time – if that’s possible. Chris looked down at me, then kisses Mike, “Looks like your buddy wants my poz cum too”. Mike smiles at that statement, “Yeah I think he does”, and then he looks at me, “Don’t worry Chris can cum more than once”. I realize Chris probably just dumped a load of poz cum in Mike. I feel him tapping my leg, “Ass up again boy”, then to Mike, “Come suck this clean”. I move my ass and look back to see Mike sucking Chris’ cock, it seems so freaking huge. “Ohhhh yeah…. Clean that cock boy … MMMMMM … get me ready to breed your boy”, I can’t take my eyes off Mike’s head bobbing up and down on Chris’ cock, I think, “That cock will be inside me in a minute”. Mike seems very happy being Chris’ bottom, it’s amazing to watch him like this, I think he’d suck him ‘til he squirts again if no one said anything. Chris wants to fuck though, “Ok … I’m good … time to get in that ass”. Chris looks at me, “You need lube?”, “Yeah some, please, I’m tight”, he smiles devilishly. Chris takes some lube and greases his cock and my hole, sliding a finger in the way Mike likes to do me, but then backs it out almost as quickly. I try to relax when I feel it coming, “Ahhhh … ahhhh”, it stings, as the head of his cock eases its way into my ass. “Ohhhhhh fuck … fuck … fuck… “, I can’t stop the words, “You ok boy?”. “Yeahhh… Yeahhh… haaaa …ahhhhha… I’m good… ahhhh… just haaaaaa… stings, but feels good too”. Working me, like he did Mike taking several long, slow strokes to figure out the best angle and see how tight I am before diving in too fast, feels good. Mike moves around to my face and presents his amazing cock to me. He’s always so cute the way he almost beams when he’s in a “top” position, I know what he wants, and open my mouth, letting my tongue go to work on that amazing dick. Then I feel it … Chris works his strokes into a rhythm and I can feel his sweaty sac and chest against my body, I know Chris is poz, and I know he’s going to cum inside me… I also know I’m hard as a rock. I pull Mike’s cock from my mouth, “Just like that … ahhhhhhh … oh fuck yea… ohhhhh that’s good … give it to me”. I don’t want him to stop, not that he’s going to, it’s clear we both want the impending climax. I go back to sucking Mike’s cock. Chris pounds me for what seems like hours, he’s got a strong rhythm, it’s clear to me why he’s only tops. He’s groaning and sweating and just keeps working my hole. I look over at my phone and realize he’s been fucking me a total of maybe 10 minutes but it seems like longer and my jaw is starting to ache from sucking on Mike. Chris pulls out, “Flip over”. I flip onto my back and I think, “Open sesame”, as my legs immediately go up without so much as a word. Mike moves his face to mine and kisses me as Chris reinserts his fuckstick and gets back to work, “I wanna put this second load in deeper”, I pause from Mike’s kiss and my eyes get wide, he just looks at me as if to say, “… told you he can cum multiple times”. Mike moves so his cock is just over my mouth and starts to jack off,… there’s no going back, if I end up poz I’m apparently meeting it head on. My legs are on Chris’ chest and his cock is pounding me, it feels so amazing to be fucked this way. Knowing I’ve already got a load from him is keeping my cock hard as a rock. Mike moves a hand down to my cock, it’s electric, I can’t hold it back, “I’m gonna cum… fuck … I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum”. I want Chris deeper inside me, so I push down on his cock, and I feel my load building … “Ahhhhh.. ahhhhh… FUCK! FUCK! … CUMMMMMMING!”, and my cock shoots squirt after squirt of my seed all over my chest, all over Mike’s arm; it’s going everywhere. My ass grips Chris’ cock like a vice, but he pushes hard enough to keep fucking into me while I orgasm. My eyes are closed but Chris’ grunts tell me he’s getting close, Mike is encouraging him, “Fuck yea man… really give it to him … breed that ass”. Followed quickly by Chris, “Ahhhhh …ahhhhhh …..fuck…oh…ahhhhhhhhhh… FUCKKKKKKK! FUCK YEAH!”, then Mike, “FUCK YEAH!”. I’m getting cum in both ends with Chris fucking a 2nd load of poz cum into me. I join in, “Fuck yeah man! … Fucking give it to me!”. Chris looks at me completely serious, but smiling, he just keeps stroking into me as his cum squirts into my guts, working his load in. His strokes start making that sound that comes from a wet cummy cock fucking a well-used ass … the afterglow is intoxicating. Chris finally pulls out and lays down on the bed beside me, Mike joining him and we just chill in the few minutes following some very hot, pig sex. Mike looks at me smiling, “You good?”, I nod, “Yeah … very good”. I look over at Chris, “That was so fucking hot!”. He smiles back.

as a bottom i dont expect my Tops to care if i cum or not. id rather just be used and take their load.