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Part 16: What Peter is Made of "The student is a male." I almost heard Pastor Kline gasp from excitement. We both sat in silence, allowing the admission to wash over us. Fuck, Pastor Kline had been right. Peter was gay, or, at least, bisexual. Not only that, but he admitted to cumming what sounded like buckets of cum. Dominic would lose his mind when he found out. “I’m ashamed,” Peter said, tears starting to flow, his chest heaving. “I know it’s a sin. I know I’ve broken my marriage vows. Not only that, but I’ve slept with another man. I’m disgusting. I’m a horrible person. I feel horrible. That’s why I haven’t told my wife. I’m ashamed.” “The male student consented to the sex?” Pastor Kline asked. “What?” Peter asked. “Yes. He’s one of the players on the basketball team. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was wrong. What should I do?” “Have you always struggled with these kinds of thoughts?” I asked him. “Thoughts concerning other men?” Peter thought for a moment and then slowly nodded. “Since I was a teenager. I tried to push it down, and I’ve been able to for the most part, but it’s always been there. Even with my wife, my mind always wandered somewhere else when we were… you know.” “Do you watch gay pornography?” Pastor Kline asked. “I have,” he said. “I always erase the browser history. My wife doesn’t know much about computers, so she doesn’t know what to look for.” “What kind of pornography have you watched?” Pastor Kline asked. Peter gave us an odd look. "I... I just said. Gay pornography." "What kind of gay pornography?" “What? Does that matter?” “I just want to understand the lengths your sinful nature has taken you,” Pastor Kline said. He looked at me and winked, smiling. “Um, well, I’ve watched videos about jocks. You know, men that look like the student. I’d never watch anything of someone underage. I’d never do that.” “That’s fine. What else?” Peter gave us an odd look before he continued. I noticed his hand reach down to his crotch where he adjusted himself. There was a bulge forming, showing that the conversation was getting him a bit excited. “I’ve watched videos of hairy men. Strong men.” “And do you like men that are hairy and strong?” I asked. Peter stared at me and slowly nodded. “You’ve thought about these men having sexual intercourse with you?” Peter nodded. “You’ve thought about entering these men or them entering you?” “I…” he started, something changing in his eyes. His hand moved back down to his crotch, his fingers lightly grazing over the bulge forming. “I top the jocks,” he said. “But I bottom for hairy men.” “Have you ever done this?” Pastor Kline asked. “We know you’ve slept with a student, as you said, topping him, but have you bottomed for a man?” “No,” he said. “Do you want to?” Peter looked from Pastor Kline to me and nodded. “But it’s wrong.” “When you slept with your student, how did you feel?” “Guilty.” “No. How did you feel when you entered him?” “I felt… good. I felt strong. I felt like I wanted him.” “So, you took him.” “Yes.” “And how did you feel as you climaxed?” “Amazing,” Peter said. “At first.” “At first?” Pastor Kline asked. “Was it the guilt?” “No,” he said. “You see, it’s like with my wife, I guess. I ejaculate so much, so when I came, it filled up the condom and made a mess.” “He made you wear a condom?” “Of course,” Peter said. “I wasn’t going to bareback him.” Hearing Peter using these terms showed that he was breaking down. He was no longer speaking to his pastors. He was speaking to two men who were interested in the type of sex he’s having. His hand was now glued to his crotch, rubbing the increasing bulge. “Why not?” I asked. “Because,” he said. “You have to wear a condom.” “Have you ever watched porn where the top didn’t wear a condom?” “Well… yeah.” “And did you find yourself turned on by the idea?” Peter was silent for a moment, and I was afraid that we had lost him. “Yes,” he finally said. “It feels better without a condom, doesn’t it?” Pastor Kline said. “Think of how it felt with your wife. Didn’t it feel good having skin on skin?” “Yes.” “Imagine what that would have been like with your student. Your skin on his skin.” Peter’s hand was pulling on his bulge, no sign of hiding the raging boner in his pants. “Imagine what it would be like to ejaculate inside him, not in a condom. Imagine what it would be like to cum inside someone who wants every last drop of your semen. What would that be like?” “Incredible,” Peter said. “God wants us to feel fulfilled, Peter,” I told him. “It sounds as if your fulfillment may reside outside your marriage.” “But, isn’t that wrong?” “If it feels so good, how wrong can it be?” Pastor Kline asked. “Your wife doesn’t understand the blessing you are to her. Imagine finding someone who understands that. Imagine being able to fulfill that need. Imagine being able to unload inside your student. Imagine what it would be like if you were able to do what you’ve never been able to do. Imagine if you’re able to bottom for a man. Is that something that you want?” Peter slowly nodded. “And knowing how good it feels not wearing a condom, would you make another man wear a condom if he were to have sex with you?” “I mean…” he started. “What about diseases?” “What about them?” Pastor Kline asked. “I don’t want to catch anything.” “Why not? You said you don’t sleep with your wife anymore, so there’s no fear in passing it on to her. Imagine not having to worry about getting anything because you’ve already got it. Doesn’t that sound like freedom. Imagine being able to pass that freedom on to someone else. Wouldn’t you want to be free? Isn’t that what you’re looking for? Aren’t you trying to finally have what you’ve always wanted, a freedom to fuck whoever you want?” At the word “fuck” I could see Peter tense up, his hand on his crotch clutching hard over the fabric as his body shook. His eyes closed tight as he groaned, his free hand reaching out and grabbing the desk for support. I stood up and approached him, reaching down and taking his hand. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “Let me see,” I said. He looked from me down to his crotch were a wet spot was already starting to grow. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Don’t be,” I told him. “Unzip your pants and let me see.” He slowly undid his pants, undoing his belt and button and slowly unzipping until we could see his briefs underneath. They were saturated in cum. When he had said that he came more than normal, I could never have imagined it being to this extent. “Stand up,” I told him. As he did so, I knelt down, my hands taking his pants and pulling them to the floor. The entire front of his briefs were soaked through, his cum leaking out through the fabric. I took hold of his waistband and slowly pulled his briefs down, revealing a seven-inch cock covered in cum. As the briefs struggled down his legs, globs of cum fell onto the carpet and onto my hands. “Sorry,” Peter said. He moved his hand to clean me off, but I stopped him. Instead, I looked up into his eyes and brought the cum to my mouth, licking it up with my tongue. His eyes grew wide as his dick grew hard, sticking out toward my face. Preccum was dripping out, joining the cum already covering his dick. I took hold of his dick and pulled along his shaft, collecting the cum until I reached the head. There was a full puddle of cum in my palm which I reached back toward Pastor Kline. He pressed his mouth against my hand and sucked the cum into his mouth, licking my hand clean. “Holy fuck,” Peter groaned. “Not what you were expecting?” I asked. “No,” he said. “Are you two…” “Gay?” Pastor Kline finished, licking his lips. “We are.” “Does anyone know?” “Only my boyfriend,” I told Peter. “No one knows about him, though. He comes to the church. Dominic Moore.” I could see Peter’s eyes light up. “I’ve seen him,” he said. “He’s gorgeous.” “That he is,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s been fucking Pastor Ryder for months now. He started fucking me over a week ago.” “Bareback,” I added, watching as the conversation caused more precum to drip from Peter’s cock. It looked as if someone had left the faucet on, a constant stream leaking out. “Looks like you’re ready to go again.” “Yeah,” he said. “I can cum about five times in a row. I only need about a minute or two between each.” “Fuck,” Pastor Kline said. “Sounds like a gift from God.” “Like I said,” Peter told us, “I can’t have kids of my own. I can’t pass that part of me on to someone else.” “There are always ways you can pass something on,” I told him. “Don’t worry about that.” “You won’t tell anyone will you?” Peter asked. “We won’t if you won’t,” Pastor Kline said. “We’re thinking of starting a support group in the church for men like us.” “A support group?” “A group supporting each other’s need for gay sex,” he clarified. “I’m sure we aren’t the only ones feeling unfulfilled. We’ve all got deep desires we want to see met.” “My desire,” I said, grabbing the base of Peter’s cock and watching as a thicker stream of precum leaked out, “is to see firsthand how much cum you shoot. I’ve never heard of hyperspermia, but I’d love to witness it myself.” “Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded. I opened my mouth and took his dick inside, reaching the back of my throat. I heard him groan as his hands grabbed onto my shoulders for support. “That’s incredible,” he stuttered out. “I’ve never had anyone suck me off before.” “Not even your student?” Pastor Kline asked. He shook his head. “I’ve only fucked his ass.” These words alone caused more precum to spill out into my throat. I started sucking him, moving along his shaft, amazed by the constant stream of precum. What any normal man would be able to produce during a normal orgasm was coming out of Peter’s dick within a minutes time as precum. His hips started to push toward me, his pubes pressing into my face. His pace started to quicken, his hands holding tighter onto my shoulders. “I’m going to cum again,” he moaned, his breathing quick. “Do it,” Pastor Kline said. “Unload down his throat. Shoot into his stomach.” I pulled back as I felt Peter’s dick swell, opening my mouth and resting his dick’s head on the tip of my tongue as he started shooting. Whatever I had expected, it had not been this. It felt as if he was pissing into my mouth, but instead of urine, he was filling me with cum. Shot after shot filled my mouth, some landing on my face, as he unloaded his second orgasm within the past few minutes. After nearly a minute of his cum shooting into my mouth, I felt his grip on my shoulders weaken. “Fuck,” he said, falling back into his chair. I stood up and looked into the mirror Pastor Kline had on his wall. My mouth was shut, filled to the brim with Peter’s cum, but there were still globs of cum clinging to my face, mixing into my beard. I felt as if I had taken the loads of six men into my mouth and over my face. I couldn’t believe all of this had come from one man. I turned back to Peter who was staring at me and smiled. I swallowed his cum and then ran my hand over my face, collecting what my mouth had missed. “That’s fucking insane,” I said, licking up the remaining cum. “I can’t imagine why your wife doesn’t like what you can do.” “She says it’s grotesque,” Peter said. “She says no man should be able to do something like that. It’s not natural.” “It’s better than natural,” I said. “It’s a gift. If more men could do that, I know we’d have more gay guys walking around than straight.” “I think it’s only fair,” Pastor Kline said, “for me to experience for myself this wonder given to us.” “Are you up for another round?” I asked Peter. Peter smiled. “Yeah. I’m good.” “That’s the right answer,” Pastor Kline said, kneeling down and taking Peter’s cock down his throat.” “How does this work?” Peter asked as Pastor Kline blew him. “You two and Mr. Moore?” “Dominic is a top,” I explained. “I’m versatile. I’ve been fucked by Dominic, but I’ve fucked Pastor Kline and two other men. Pastor Kline is what they call a cum pig. He only bottoms.” “What am I?” Peter asked, his eyes fluttering as Pastor Kline continued his assault at Peter’s dick. “I think you’re like me,” I said. “I think you fuck younger guys, giving them your copious amount of cum. And you get fucked by guys like Dominic.” “Do you think he’d fuck me?” Peter asked, his eyes now closed as Pastor Kline sucked him dry. “Would your boyfriend want to fuck me?” “He would,” I said. “But there are some other things attached to that.” “What kind of things?” “We’ll talk about that later,” I said. Peter nodded and then held Pastor Kline’s head against his crotch as he shot his third load. To Pastor Kline’s credit, not a single drop of Peter’s gushing cum leaked out of his mouth. By the time Peter’s orgasm had ended, Pastor Kline stood up and looked at me with a huge smile on his face. “I told you I had a good feeling about Peter.” “You were right,” I told him. “How am I supposed to leave the church like this?” Peter asked, looking down at his cum-soaked briefs and pants. “I’ve got you,” I said. I ran to my office and pulled out one of the extra pairs of underwear and pants that I kept on hand. “These should fit you,” I said. “They may be a bit snug.” “That’s fine,” Peter said, removing his soaked clothing. “We’ll be taking these, though,” Pastor Kline said, taking the briefs and pants. He held the briefs up to his face and licked what remained of the cum. “Never thought I’d say this, Peter, but I love how you taste.” “Thanks,” he said, buttoning the pants I gave him. “Maybe I can taste you sometime.” “We’re hoping you will,” I said. “Like I said, I’m sure Dominic would love to fuck your ass, but there are a few things we’d have to discuss first.” “Like what?” he asked. “How about this,” I said, taking out my phone. “Put your number in my phone, and I’ll message you about us getting together. After that, we’ll talk. How does that sound?” “Good to me,” Peter said. He entered his number and handed me my phone. As I took it, he leaned in and kissed me. He was a good kisser. I was jealous that his wife got to kiss him whenever she wanted. Then again, she didn’t take the gift that was his unlimited cum. “I never thought I’d kiss a pastor,” he said. “You’ve had two suck your dick,” I reminded him. “That’s true.” As he turned to leave, Pastor Kline stopped him. “Peter, who was the student you fucked?” Peter’s face grew red. “Lewis Berg.” “Lewis Berg?” I said, dumbfounded. “From our youth group?” Peter nodded. Pastor Kline and I exchanged looks. “Don’t tell him that I told you that,” Peter said. “We won’t,” I said. Peter left, leaving Pastor Kline and I to exchange glances. “Looks like we have another name for our support group,” Pastor Kline said. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you're finding Peter a great addition. Question, out of Dominic, Will, Dr. Wade, Jay, Pastor Kline, and Peter, who would you rather fuck or have fuck you? Why?

Before Covid I was single and travelled a lot for work. This led to lots of sex and taking quite a few (usually anonymous) loads from strangers. When travel died down during the pandemic I ended up getting a boyfriend who I love dearly. I also cut out sex with strangers and became monogamous. Travel has started up again but I’ve remained faithful - even though being in hotels makes me extremely nostalgic for NSA sex. Until my most recent trip last week, unfortunately. I decided to download Grindr and convinced myself I would just look around, not to invite someone over. Just wanted to “check it out”. A guy with a blank profile staying in the hotel across the street messaged me. It was a white married dad. 65 5’11. 200lbs 7”cut. His second message said he was with his family on vacation and asked if I wanted to make him cum. I really didn’t want to cheat on my partner - I love him so much. But this guy was so close, and the thought of this old dude sneaking away from his family to come blow his load made me so horny. After debating it for a few minutes I told the guy yes. He told me to blindfold myself and be waiting on my knees with the door cracked. I gave him the room number and then did as he requested. I figured since I was just going to suck this guy off, and now I wouldn’t even see him…it wouldn’t have to necessarily feel like cheating. Sitting there on my knees blindfolded and naked I hear the door open and this stranger come in and quickly undress. He walks over to me and puts his cock in my mouth. It had definitely been at least a day since he showered, but it tasted incredible. He got hard almost immediately and it felt true to the picture. A solid 7” bone. After about 10 minutes of sucking and enjoying what tasted like a perfect mix of musk and precum, he asked if he could rim me. I said sure and got up on all fours on the bed. He started to lick and suck my hole which was driving me wild, and I could hear him stroking his spit covered cock which made it even hotter. After a couple minutes of that he stands up and starts to tease my ass with his cock. He asks me if I had condoms as he drags the head of his tool against my freshly rimmed hole. I tense up and tell him no. I remind him I’m only sucking him tonight. “No problem.” He says. “I’m just going to put the head in”. Before I could even respond he has the spit and precum covered head of his cock inside of my hole. After about a minute of popping in and out, I ask him if I can suck him again. Trying anything I can to get him away from my ass. He tells me be patient and then slides about halfway inside of me. Instinctively I push my hole out to try and get him out, but this and the precum he’s leaked inside of me helps him push all the way in. In between moans and whimpers I begged him to take his cock out of me. He told me not to worry, he wouldn’t fuck me without a condom. He had his wife to protect. He just wanted to feel my hole for a bit before using my mouth again. I don’t know why I believed him, considering he was now slowly sliding his raw shaft in and out of me. He started to pick up speed despite me asking him not to. It felt so good having this stranger inside of me, knowing his wife was right next door. I decided to let him fuck me for a bit before trying again to make him stop. The only sound in the room was my occasional moan I couldn’t hold in…and his big smelly balls slapping my taint with every thrust. I tried not to think about how my boyfriend would feel if he knew that instead of watching Netflix and falling asleep, I was actually using the eye mask he bought me as a blindfold while a chubby married guy twice my age was using his precum as lube in my bare hole. I realize about ten minutes later that I had accidentally let this guy fuck me into a daze. I forgot that I had asked him numerous times to stop fucking me. I had been playing with my cock and rubbing his balls while he was inside of me. I asked him again to please stop fucking me. He responded with an annoyed tone and told me to calm down. He was just “using my ass to get close, then he’d feed me his load”. I moaned out asking him no to cum in me. “I’ll try” he said. I decided to speed things up by squeezing my hole as tightly as I could, trying to milk him close to orgasm so he’d finish down my throat. It didn’t take long to hear his breathing speed up as he started pounding me. I slid to my stomach to try and get away from him but he fell on top of me and pinned me into the bed. I literally could not get away from him, and I tried. He started methodically pumping in and out of me, breathing into my ear. It was clear to me that he believed me about not wanting to get bred, he just didn’t care. A few more minutes of me trapped underneath him, his sweat dripping on me, I finally feel him tense up. I squirmed but I knew I couldn’t get away. I didn’t expect to feel every spurt of his seed unload inside of me. So powerful and so warm. He didn’t say a word when he finished. Just pulled his spent dick out of me and put his clothes on. Didn’t even wash off the cum off his cock. I felt so guilty laying there having betrayed my partner. Even though I didn’t want it to happen, I shouldn’t have had the guy over in the first place. I ended up letting 6 other strangers breed me that night. I really didn’t want to, but since this guy had already bred me without my consent, I figured it was no more harm to take as much as I could and get it out of my system. I have another work trip coming up this week. Hoping I don’t go on the apps.

Took two to five(?) loads last night. Decided that I wanted to visit Wet on Wellington in Melbourne after avoiding it for some time due to the monkey pox. There has been an increased in vaccination rate, so I gathered that it was safe enough to attend. I wanted to get pre-loaded first so I posted on Squirt that I was going to Horse Shoe Bend park for a bit, and if anyone wanted to breed me there. There was one car already there at Horse Shoe when I arrived. I got out of my car, walked to the toilet. On the way, I saw a man and he followed me into the toilet. It was very dark so I couldn’t see his face. I reached for his cock, sucked it, pulled down my pants, and he began fingering me. Before long, he turned me around, fucked me, finished[1] and left, all within a minute. Just the way I like it. I walked back to the car and as the first man left, another car pulled up and two men walked out. I got very excited, hoping that they would both tag team me, so I followed them to the toilet, keeping a good distance away. Unfortunately, it seemed as though they only wanted to check out the toilet, and they left without any action whatsoever. As I began getting directions to Wet on my phone, another car pulled up. The man stayed in his car for quite a while, on his phone, and I was just about to leave when he stepped out the car, walked towards the toilet. I kept a good distance, but soon I found out that he stopped halfway, and so I had to overtake him—which is the worst, because it is generally better to follow someone rather than to be followed, in case they stab you with a machete. I didn’t hear his footsteps anymore so I stepped out of the clearing for a bit to see where he was, which was difficult for the sky was clear and everything was pitch black. I decided that he was wasting my time, so I walked back to the car, only to find his car was gone. I figured that it must have been his first time and he chickened-out after seeing me. I was having a bit of a stomach ache so I had to clean out again at the nearby Anytime Fitness gym near Wet. Sad to see the first load gone down the toilet. I wasn’t sure if Wet was going to be busy since it was Grand Final weekend here in Melbourne. I figured that there would either be plenty of drunken horny guys there after celebrating the big game, or hardly anyone there at all as they would all be out partying at home or some club. I payed the fee, got my locker, walked around to examine the crowd. Average crowd for 9.30 p. I walked into the darkroom and was immediate touched by multiple hands, and someone began kissing me. I reach for his cock, good size, sucked it, and someone started fucking me from behind. Always love being spit-roasted. After he had finished[2], the guy I was sucking started fucking me too. I could feel the cum from the first guy dripping out and sliding down my legs. His cock kept slipping out, so he told me to change position on the bench, which I comply. The darkroom got really hot and humid and he was sweating pretty badly, and he lay on top of me, so my whole back was wet from his chest, which isn’t erotic at all. I told him that it was getting hot, so he got off, and I dried myself off with the towel. As I stood up, someone else slid their dick inside and fucked me[3]. The sweaty guy then asked if I wanted a message in a room. I do love my messages so I said yes. I lay down on my stomach and he began the message, except it felt more like kneading dough and pinching. I tried to remain polite and not express any pain through clench teeth—it was a free ‘message’ after all. He eventually got to my ass, which he rimmed and, sure enough, he began fucking me[4] on my stomach soon after. Sure enough, he began sweating profusely, so I told him that I needed a break, grab some water. I did meet this really cute asian with big pecs. He stood near the door to a room and we would enter together. He asked if I was a top of a bottom, and I replied with the latter, and he said that he was also a bottom so we smiled and parted ways. Some time later, I met him again, but we have both forgotten about our initial encounter, so we cruised each other into a different room. I recognised his voice immediately, somewhat shy and nervous, and I asked him if we have met before and whether if he was a bottom. We laughed at the incredulity of the situation and parted ways again. In the darkroom, I also met another asian man with the perfect muscular body. He walked toward one of the men jerking off in the room, stood in front of him, and the man would proceed to fuck the asian man in the dark. After a while, he would move into doggy style on the bench and I walked in front of the asian man and fed him my cock, while he was being fucked from behind. I am not sure about you, but I usually find that cum-dumps suck cocks especially well. It was such a hot scene and I got very hard, planning to fuck the asian man once the man was done. But once he was finished, the asian man just got up and left, so I didn’t get a chance to. I wished he would just stayed there and let everyone fuck him—he would have been very popular. It was about midnight now and the crowd was starting to pick up, and my energy level was very low. I was also really hungry: not for cock, but for actual food. I stood at one of the corners to the corridors observing the men that would walk past. One part of me wanted to follow them and have some more sex, but it seemed like a lot of effort in my current state and all I really wanted was to find someone to lay down and cuddle with. So I walked into the darkroom for the final time. I meet a man in there, average size cock, sucked him, and he fucked me, first on my knees, then my back, and left after finishing[5]. I was definitely tired by then so I left, just as more hot guys filled the sauna in the early hours of Sunday morning. [1][2] Definitely came inside me as I felt it and could smell it. [3][4][5] Hard to tell if they really did cum or not, but I didn’t arrive home with cum leaking out of my pants, so they probably didn’t.

part 3 Coming out of memory lane I looked hard at Ethan and felt nothing but the love that we shared from our past. He no longer looked like the sexy guy next door but one hunk of a man that could easily be a model. He cut his hair in military style and his face was strong and manly. He grew taller than me so he was no longer shorter than me but a good three inches taller. I could feel that he was ripped under his shirt when we hugged and now that I am looking at him clearer I admired the bulging arms and legs as well. Ethan now had piercings in his ears and his lip and his arms were covered completely in tattoos as well and I was getting hornier for him more and more by the second. He broke me out of my trance and was asking me about what I had been up to all of these years. I started telling him about my life after his parents split us apart and teared up when I said to him that I didn't think I could ever find anyone to love me as he did when we were together which made him tear up and grab me into another bear hug an we went through another round of sobbing onto each other. We settled down again but we were both grinning from ear to ear and both agreed that the universe believed we belonged together even after all these years apart. Well Tom, my heart couldn't feel better because I felt the same way when my bitch mom caught us and acted the way she did and I haven't seen or spoken to my parents once I turned 18 and moved out on my own. I went to college for massage therapy and also studied to be a tattoo artist and piercer and have a successful business doing both as well as a growing only fans page that has made me a lot of money to open a great porn shop as well so other than being heartbroken since then I have made something useful of my life. I sat there in awe listening to Ethan's tale of his life and was happy to hear one of us was doing so well since I had only been going to school to be a nurse there wasn't more about my life that I was doing. "So Tom, let's get to my place so we can get more comfortable and get ready for pride shall we?" I nearly jumped into Ethan's arms when he said that and to say I wasn't even more excited to be with him than I was when I didn't know it was him would be a lie. I quickly grabbed him and planted another kiss on him and grabbed my bag and walked out of my apartment with him to his car. When we got to his place I was in awe that he had lived in such an amazing apartment building. We walked to the front door and were greeted by the doorman as he opened the door for us to come in. Once we walked through the lobby I asked him which floor he lived on and was shocked more when he told me he lived in the penthouse on the top floor. We stepped in the elevator and it was a quiet ride up due to the other people in the elevator but I was squirming the whole time with excitement to see how my lost lover lived. The ding of the elevator brought me out of my daydream and then unexpectedly Ethan grabbed me and lifted me like I was nothing and carried me through his door like a groom would do for his bride after their wedding and kissed me before letting me down to see his apartment. While I looked at everything from his doorway I didn't hear the door close and didn't realize that Ethan had also gotten naked and then he started to undress me as well. "Sorry Tom but when I am home I never wear clothes and neither do the ones I bring home either, that's my rule here" Ethan said with a smile. I smiled back at him and told him that I lived by the same rules too and it made us both laugh at that. After removing my clothes I looked at Ethan all over and I started to drool. Ethan had the body of a football player now and was completely smooth from the neck down showing off all his rippling muscles and covered in ink as well. My gaze went lower and I saw two biohazard tattoos in red at his V line leading to the cock that first took my virginity. It looked bigger and thicker than I remembered and was now sporting a great looking PA piercing and a jacobs ladder on the sides and it took all I had not to drop down and suck him right there. Ethan pulled me close to him and my smaller frame seemed to melt right into his larger frame like we both fit together and he kissed me deeply. From there he held me by the waist and started to show me around his apartment. He showed me his room, kitchen, living room, bathroom, and then led me back to an area that was covered with a thick red velvet curtain. Ethan pulled the curtain aside and revealed a black door with a red biohazard symbol on it with red paint dripping down from it. I looked up at him with a huge grin knowing what was going to be behind it and I could see a glint in his eyes as well. I opened the door and he flipped the switch bathing the room in a red light showing what my inner pig had always desired. I walked around and looked at all the different toys and tools and decided I wanted all of them to be used on me. I looked at Ethan and he was stroking his 8 inch cock making his veins show and his PA bounce. Without saying anything to my lost lover I grabbed a bottle of lube and started to coat my hole in it and position myself on the fuck bench and wiggled my ass to get him to come over and fuck me. Ethan all but ran over to me and positioned his cock head on my hole and slid the tip up and down causing me to shiver, feeling the cold metal of his PA grazing my hole. This might freak you out Tom but I don't go in easily. I try to tear a bottom hole so my seed will absorb quicker so there is a 100% chance my load will take and my doctor told me I have the highest viral count he had ever seen before. Hearing this made my cock and hole twitch and I couldn't be happier knowing the man I loved more than anything will be my gifter. I got up for a moment and looked him dead in the eyes and said "Ethan I want you to be as rough as you want with me and it will make me the happiest to have you to be the one to convert me and be my POZ daddy. Ethan smiled at me brought me in for a deep kiss and I got back in position and there was no hesitation anymore and Ethan slammed into my hole causing me to scream so loudly "FUCK THIS IS GOING TO BE AN AMAZING PRIDE" More to cum before pride

Chapter 9 The Handler took his meth covered finger and pushed it up the married guy’s ass. He stared twisting and turning his finger to make sure the drug would be packed in the married guy’s rectum. The Married guy said “ Oh, that finger feels really good, nice and warm “. He followed with “ My wife won’t even consider any anal play “. He stopped and his mouth opened and he said “ Oh shit ! that is burning my ass, really hot as hell”. He couldn’t figure out what it was burning so much. He had put stuff up his ass while jerking off and nothing felt this hot. He knew even though it was burring, that finger was hitting all the right places. He was caught between heaven and hell. That burning seemed to be spreading warmth to the rest of his lower body. For the moment he had forgotten that he was close to shooting in the Kids sloppy hole and held still so he could concentrate on the new sensations up his almost virgin ass. He was use to putting stuff up his own ass to help him get off but rarely have anyone else do that for him. His wife refused to do anything that had to do with the ass, either her’s or his. While sex was great when they were first married but in the years after she only wanted it once in a while and if she came first, Which was always the case, she was done and he would have to wait to get himself off. He was inventive and made his own anal toys. One of his favorites was a piece of electrical wire that be bent n the shape of a butt plug, the ends were long enough that one end would end up high near his belt look and the other end long enough and bent to go under taint an stop behind his nut sack. Both ends were curled up so that he wouldn’t get poked or cut. The he walked with this in the movement would create a teasing feeling in his ass and when he jerk off his nuts wood hit the wire and send shivers through his body. The handler looked at one of the guys that had deposited a load in the Kid and smiled. The guy walked up to the Kid and poked his cock into the Kids face and told him to get it wet. The Kid was parched and had trouble doing that so he grabbed the bottle that had the G in it and told him to take a drink and get to work. He sat the bottle down on the empty bench. The Kid started to lick and suck the cock that was pushed in his mouth. It wasn’t very clean and had a metallic taste to it. The Kid did as he was told and went to work getting the cock hard and wet, he wasn’t sure why the guy wanted it wet because his ass was a slimy mess and didn’t need anymore lube. The Handler seeing this took his finger out of the married guy’s ass and coated two fingers with the drug that was going to teach this married guy just how much fun he could have with the right people. He worked the two fingers into the married guys ass an the married guy said “ Ouch, take it easy. Damn, it is burning again”. He figured it was just the stretching that he was getting and that felt great. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on and in need of a good cum. The married guy felt the handler spiting on his ass crack to make those fingers slide easier and soon the stretching feeling was replaced with a very warm and strange feeling. The Handler reached in and tapped the guys prostate. Each time the married guy would moan, and his cock would twitch in the Kid’s ass. What he kid felt this he would gasp. Even though the Marred guy’s cock was on the smaller side to average it still felt good, the moving feeling was great and the Kid loved it. The guy that had his cock in the Kid’s mouth as wet and extremely hard. The Kid had him close to shooting another load of toxic cum. To the disappointment of the Kid he pulled his cock from his mouth and walked around behind the married guy who now was bent over the Kid so he cold present his ass for the Fingering. The Handler asked the married guy if he had even been fucked. The Married guy said “ Tried with a guy once but he blew his load in the condom before he got in him much”. The handler said “ Shame, it is a great feeling “. He moved so that his arms was over the Married guys’s back and was able to hold him in place. He pulled his fingers out of the tight ass and held the cheeks open.

Chapter 3.1 - Broken The messages kept coming in and Ric was holding to his one or two escorting gigs per week, depending on his schoolwork, social calendar or Mateo's needs. He was being picky with which clients to meet. Guys he had met previously got preference and then he would pick the more interesting ones if there was time. He had done a few more gigs with Paul, a couple with Joe and one more with Mateo. He liked the ones he did by himself the best, though. He took a break from prepping for his test the next day and went through the messages on his work phone. "Hi, I heard from a friend (smarkham88@) about your services. Would like to meet for a little fantasy play next week. Avail evenings after 8" one message said. Ric had gotten numerous referrals and he was happy that guys would tell their friends or fuck buddies about him. When they told him who referred them it was even better, since he felt they were lower risk. "Thanks for your message. Next week is a little busy, but I might be able to do M or Tu. What type of fantasy were you looking to try?" he replied asking to contact him by phone. The guy had a sexy voice and said that he knew of Ric's status and was looking for some risky play involving a broken condom. "Broken or pulled off during sex, like stealthed?" Ric asked. "I hadn't thought of that. I think broken might be hotter" the client replied. "Do you want it to break right away so it's bare most of the time? Or just at the end?" Ric then asked. "Somewhere in the middle. I don't really want to know when, I've never been able to tell when they've broken before" came the response. "OK. Pull out to cum or do you want the load?" Ric asked. "I want to be dripping your dirty seed for the rest of the night" the client said. Ric winced at the word but ignored it since the guy was going to be hiring him for his viral cum. "You're paying for it, you should keep it in as long as you can and let it work it's magic" Ric replied. After a little more discussion, Ric had the info he needed for their meeting Tuesday night. Sunday afternoon, Ric and Mateo played around, trying to see how much force it was going to take to break the latex during sex. Both of them hated the feeling and Ric decided that he wanted the condom to break as quickly as possible. One brand seemed to break easier and he practiced pulling his cock free, digging his fingernail into the tip and then shoving back in. It took a few tries until he perfected the technique and felt he was ready for the meeting. It was an expensive hotel and Ric dressed better than he normally did. Usually the concern was how easy it was to get out of his clothes and fuck, but he needed to fit the surroundings. This time, the tie and dress shirt were going to slow him down. He knocked on the door a minute early and there was no answer. He waited a minute and knocked again. Ric checked his phone and there were no messages from the client but he sent one to him. "At room 533. no answer. Waiting in lobby for a few min." He waited another minute and with no answer at the door once more, he headed to the elevator. Ric sat in a comfy over-sized leather chair in the lobby, glancing at his phone frequently to see if he got a reply from the client. After fifteen fruitless minutes, he decided he had gotten blown off. He stood up and headed toward the main doors, strolling slowly and feeling a little angry. "Ric? What are you doing here?" a guy walking toward him said. There were two other guys next to him, all dressed similarly in expensive dress shirts, pants, ties and loafers. "Hi Devon. I was supposed to meet a friend but they got tied up. You're looking good. Are you here for a wedding?" Ric asked. He had a class with Devon and had seen him at several pride events. They'd had a few conversations over the past year but nothing sexual ever came up. Devon was mixed race - black with some Asian features. His lightly muscled body exuded confidence and his bright smile made him easily approachable. He was an inch or so taller than Ric, with closely buzzed hair and a single diamond stud earring in his left ear. Ric had never seen him dressed in anything other than designer brand clothes and always with a collared shirt, usually a Polo. "Nah, just a greek thing. Our annual awards banquet and dance. We were just grabbing a toke break. So you're leaving?" Devon asked. Ric nodded, adding "Yeah, just gonna go home and study." "Join us. The DJ is about to start. You can grab a few drinks and shake that hot ass of yours" Devon said, smiling. Ric saw the other guys grin, before nodding. He was a little surprised since Devon had never made any comments about Ric's body before. He figured that the alcohol and weed had loosened him up. "Thanks, but I'm not in a fraternity so I'd be out of place" Ric replied. Devon shook his head and said "It's just a party from now on. Besides, I paid for two and didn't have a date so you can be my arm candy for the rest of the night." Ric felt weird but the four went back to the ballroom and the music had already started. Waiters in tuxes were wandering around with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, dodging the people dancing. Ric was surprised at the size of the crowd. Devon's friends went in search of their dates while he and Ric staked out a spot on the dance floor. As soon as a waiter walked by, Devon grabbed two champagne flutes and gave one to Ric. They toasted and sipped the bubbly while dancing gently, getting into the groove of the music. They talked a little and Ric started feel more comfortable. They had finished half of their glasses when the first guy came up and said "I didn't see you with a date earlier, Devon. Very nice catch." It was just the start of the stream of people coming up and making comments. Ric heard "Much nicer than the guy last year", "Your taste is improving, Devon. This one can talk AND dance", "He's a lot hotter than your date last year. He even knows not to chug Bollinger" and "I think you guys might win the cutest couple award." Ric kept being introduced to dozens of people who's names he would never remember but it cemented the idea that Devon knew a lot of people. Devon seemed to cringe every time someone mentioned his date from a year before. Ric wondered how anyone could not be fun around him, since he was having a great time. The empty glasses were replaced by full ones and their dancing got more energetic. With some alcohol loosening him up, the freshly emptied glasses were set on a table and their dancing became more physical. People would come up and dance with them a minute and then drift off, most giving Ric a wink. Several dances got erotic and when the inevitable slow dance came up he found Devon in his arms staring back at him, inches away. His hands dropped and gripped Devon's ass tightly, pulling him close before he kissed him. Ric was surprised at how accepting everyone was with two guys dancing together just like the straight couples. The next slow dance found Ric behind Devon, his hands grasping Devon's waist as Ric ground his hips against Devon's ass. About a minute after the next song started, Devon leaned in and whispered in Ric's ear "Want to go up to my room? I got really turned on after that last dance." The pair walked into the suite on the tenth floor and both started stripping before the door had shut. Both were naked by the time they fell on to the closest of two queen beds. They made out for several minutes before Devon started moving down Ric's body, letting his tongue explore Ric's neck, chest, nipples, stomach and finally cock. Ric felt him stroke his dick a few times and then he froze. "Uh... You're poz? The only guys I know with that tattoo have HIV" Devon said. "Yeah, I am" Ric said, expecting the fun to stop there. "You got condoms?" Devon asked and Ric nodded. He pulled the four rubbers out of his pants pocket and then the four lube packets and set them on the table next to the bed. "Cool. It's been a couple months since I've had sex and I need it so bad" Devon said, grabbing a condom and tearing the packet open. He rolled the sheath down Ric's cock and then coated it with some lube. He went to rub some on and in his hole and Ric said "I prefer spit first." Devon looked up and grinned back at Ric before climbing on the bed. Ric followed close behind and had his face in Devon's ass a moment later. Both guys were moaning and Ric could feel Devon pushing his ass back, trying to get his tongue in deeper. His fingers joined the party, one by one. Three fingers and a tongue were swapping spots making Devon's moans louder until he was begging to get fucked. Ric ate his ass longer than he normally would, savoring the taste and feel of an eager bottom. The pressure from the condom though told him he needed to fuck soon so he could get the damn thing off his dick. The hole was covered in spit and there was plenty inside too, but Ric added some lube from the packet and spread the rest over the latex covering. Based on Devon's comment of not being fucked for a few months, he expected him to be tight. He was, but Devon took the bulk of his shaft with one slow push. He waited a few moments to let the hole get used to his thick cock. Ric started with slow strokes with each one getting a little longer. As much as he knew a bare fuck would feel a lot better, it wasn't a terrible feeling. The ladder piercings seemed to be giving him some extra pleasure and every time they rippled over the outer ring, the tone in Devon's moans changed. After about ten minutes of fucking, he began to thrust faster. "Oh god yeah... That feels so good... I haven't had a cock that thick in me for a long time..." Devon moaned out. Ric laid on Devon's back, rolling his hips for a couple minutes until he pushed up on to his feet and crouched behind Devon. A push on Devon's muscled shoulders and Ric was now in a position to drill faster. He only lasted a few more minutes before he felt the latex give way on his inward thrust. Ric remembered that these were the condoms for the client that was looking for a broken condom scene. He knew they weren't as strong as the ones he usually used for clients that wanted them, but it was all he had. He stopped immediately, yelling out "FUCK!" "What?" Devon asked. "The condom broke. Just a sec... Let me get another one" Ric said as he slowly pulled out. The latex had ripped in the middle from the piercings squeezing through the Devon's sphincter. With another condom on and lubed, Ric pushed back in. The brief feeling of Devon's chute on his bare cock had felt really good, but he went back to fucking him with his covered cock as quick as he could. The second one lasted ten minutes and shredded when Devon started working his ass ring around Ric's shaft. "Shit! This one broke too" Ric said, slowly pulling out again. He pulled the remains off his cock and grabbed a third condom. By the time he had it on and covered in lube from another packet, he found Devon on his back with his legs pulled back. He added some more lube to the hole and slid in, looking back at Devon. The grin was still there, which surprised him. Broken condoms were a hassle to deal with and always killed the mood as far as Ric was concerned. "Ya know, most guys would have given up by now. The fact that you're trying to keep me safe is kinda hot. It shows you care about your partner" Devon said, dropping his legs down before wrapping them around Ric's body. "Now fuck me" he said. Ric did just that. The extra lube was helping him slide in easier and the expression on Devon's face told him that he was enjoying it. He leaned forward a little and felt the head of Devon's long, cut cock rubbing over the trail on his stomach with each thrust. He felt a thumb rub over his left nip and then the right one making him grunt and fight off shooting his load into the condom. Devon chuckled but didn't continue, opting for a longer fuck. "Oh... For fuck's sake!" Ric growled out several minutes later, after he shoved in a little deeper than he had before. Once again he froze and shook his head. He pulled back and there was just a ring of latex with a few shards hanging off it. Ric ripped the ring of latex off his cock and reached for the last one. "Don't bother. I think it's a sign. I prefer it bare anyway" Devon said. "You sure?" Ric asked and watch Devon nod 'yes' as he moved back in position. He wasn't going to ask twice, wanting to feel the bare chute gripping his cock to make up for the covered sex and the hassle of the broken condoms. Devon's legs wrapped back around him once he had slid his bare cock most of the way back in. The feeling was much better and his cock seemed to get harder. Ric's thrusts got harder too, not having to worry about the condom. "Oh god yeah! That's how I like it" Devon said when Ric started to drill him. Devon started to work his ass around Ric's cock like he had earlier. Without the condom limiting his speed and depth, Ric plunged in deep until his hips were planted on Devon's butt. A loud growl filled the room followed by Devon crying out "FUCK!" Ric grinned back at him and pulled back slowly a few inches before shoving back in. Ric felt Devon's body quiver around him but his grin quickly came back. He began driving in and out building up speed and occasionally bottoming out. Several minutes later Ric felt the cum start to rise and knew he wouldn't last much longer. Devon's legs were still wrapped around him, following his body with each stroke. "About to cum... gotta pull out" Ric said breathlessly. "Nope" Devon replied and tightened the grip with his legs. The pressure only let Ric drive in one last time before his cock began to pulse, shooting ropes of cum into Devon's unprotected cunt. "Aaahhhh fuck yeah!" Devon moaned out as the load filled his gut. Once Ric's orgasm ended, he looked down and saw the grin still plastered over Devon's face. He pulled free before crawling next to him and stretching out, looking over his sweaty, smooth body. "Damn that was hot. You don't fuck with condoms much, do you?" Devon asked. "As little as possible. Why?" Ric replied. Devon chuckled before saying "You looked a lot more comfortable when you went bare and the sex got a lot better." "Well, I was trying to make sure they didn't break. My size and the piercings tend to make em tear. This was a new brand I got, too" Ric said. "Toss em. They suck" Devon replied, laughing. "I dumped a big load in you. It's been a few days since I emptied them" Ric said. "Yeah it was. I love feeling a guy cum in me. That's why I wouldn't let you pull out" Devon said. "But it's a poz load. Pretty viral too" Ric said. There was a couple seconds of silence before Devon replied "If shit happens, it does. Now that I know what your condom and bare fucks are like, I think I'll take it bare every time." Ric sat up and laid against the padded headboard, pulling Devon between his legs so his back was resting on Ric's chest. A few minutes of nothing but two guys breathing and Ric's hands stroking over Devon's sweaty chest was broken by Ric asking "What's the deal with your date last year? It sounded like he wasn't much fun." Devon closed his eyes and sighed. "I didn't want to go alone again after the first year. I waited too long and the gay guys I knew all had plans" he said, pausing and breathing deep. Devon continued "I hired a guy." His head dropped and Ric could tell he was ashamed of admitting it. "It sounds like you hired the wrong guy. Did you enjoy any of it?" Ric asked. Devon's head tilted up and turned back to Ric, surprised at his accepting response. "Not really. He couldn't dance. He barely spoke to anyone. He ate like a gorilla and drank like he was an extra in Animal House. The worst part was that he couldn't keep it up. He gave decent head and swallowed my load, that's about it" he said, shaking his head. "That sucks. Now I understand some of the comments from earlier" Ric said, stroking Devon's chest. A few seconds later Devon asked "You really think it was OK to hire a guy like that?" Ric chuckled. He wasn't going to tell Devon who he really was waiting for earlier. "Of course. That's what escorts are for, right? It might be for a social thing that you need someone to join you, or it might just be for sex. Maybe both. Someone good won't embarrass you like the guy you found last year" he said. "Yeah. I kinda took the first guy I could find. I had never done anything like that before" Devon replied. "I take it you're out to your fraternity?" Ric asked, trying to get the conversation away from escorting. "Oh yeah, out to everyone. I think they were surprised that I interviewed them more than they did me when I pledged. I told them right away and wanted to know if it was a problem before I went any further. They've been pretty good. I get to bitch slap them when anyone makes an inappropriate comment. It also got me on the pledge committee. I guess they want to grow from the queer and non-white community. I've met a lot of people from it. Hopefully the connections and experiences help when I try to get into med school" Devon said. They kept talking and a while later they heard a sound from the door. "Shit. The guy I'm sharing the room with is back. I guess Calvin didn't score with the girl he was hitting on" Devon said. Neither moved, Ric figuring there wasn't much point to it - he wasn't going to hide in the bathroom. "Damn, this room smells of sex. At least one of us got lucky" Calvin said. "No luck with the Delta you were hitting on?" Devon asked, still laying in Ric's arms. "The fuckin tease dragged it on all evening and then said she was saving herself for marriage right at the end. People still do that shit? Now my balls are blue and the party's over" Calvin whined. Ric was watching Calvin, trying to see how comfortable he was with two naked gay guys laying in a bed together. "Are you trying to rebound after the guy last year? This one isn't your usual type" Calvin asked. Both Ric and Devon laughed. "I guess I should introduce you guys. Ric, this is Calvin. He's half of our social committee. He likes the party but not the planning part" Devon said. "Dick" Calvin said, smiling afterward. "Hey" Ric said, giving Calvin a wink. He figured that Calvin was straight, but must be comfortable around a couple naked gays. "Mind if I watch you guys and try and stroke one out? Or are you done?" Calvin asked. Ric chuckled, finding the request really strange. Devon however didn't say anything. He rolled over on his knees and got on all fours, looking back at Ric first and then over at Calvin. When he looked back at Ric again, Devon said "I was hoping for round two." Ric leaned forward on to his knees and took his spot behind Devon. He dripped some spit on Devon's still cummy hole, gave his cock a couple strokes and pushed back into Devon's hole. A loud moan filled the room once again. His strokes got harder and yet Devon was pushing back into them. When their bodies slapped together Calvin would look over. Ric noticed that Calvin was having problems getting his cock fully hard. He wondered if the idea of watching two guys fuck in front of him was a lot more erotic than actually doing it. "You ever have a guy blow you?" Ric asked Calvin shook his head no. His cock was still laying in his hand, only partially hard. "Come on over here. Devon has a really talented tongue. It doesn't make you queer to let a guy suck you to see what it feels like. Gay guys give much better head than women, in my experience anyway" Ric said. When Calvin didn't move, he added "What happens in this room stays here, so don't worry about anyone finding out." Calvin came closer and then inched his way to Devon's open mouth. Ric slowed his pace, plowing his bare cock into the load he'd planted earlier and Devon stopped rocking back. Ric watched and once his cock had a pair of lips around it, Calvin closed his eyes. His body started to sway back and forth a minute later and Devon's mouth worked its magic. Ric saw a few different reactions from Calvin and he figured it was from something that Devon did. Slowly Calvin's nervousness faded and Ric began to fuck harder again. A loud gasp came from Calvin and Ric wondered if it was the first time his cock had ever felt a throat grip it. When Calvin wrapped his hand around the back of Devon's head, Ric knew that he was now getting into it and experiencing a blowjob unlike any he had ever had. He moved a little closer and seconds later Devon was now fucking himself back on Ric's shaft and forward on to Calvin's. Ric watched Calvin open his eyes, realizing what he was actually doing. He looked down at Devon sucking him and then back at Ric fucking Devon. Ric started to drive in harder and Calvin did the same. Soon, Devon stood still, taking dick into each end. Ric knew Calvin was close and a moment before he began to shoot, Ric told him calmly "Don't pull out. Leave it just inside his lips and feed him your load." Calvin looked shocked at Ric's comment but did as he was told. Watching him shoot his load into Devon's mouth triggered Ric's own orgasm. He buried his cock past the inner ring and fired off a half dozen shots. The three stood there motionless, waiting for everyone to recover. Calvin looked embarrassed, surprised at what horniness combined with alcohol would allow him to do. "Balls feelin better, Cal?" Devon asked as he licked his lips. "Uh, yeah. Thanks" he replied, slowly backing away. Ric laid back on the bed and Devon turned around, licking the cum from his cock. A few minutes later, Devon was laying next to him. "Fuck, that was hot. I haven't done anything like that before. I've just seen shit like that in porn" Devon said. "Sometimes you just have to try new stuff and see if you like it. Uh, you doing OK over there, Calvin?" Ric asked, seeing Calvin sitting on the other bed, still stunned. "Yeah... I just can't believe how good that felt. If I did that to a woman she'd beat my ass" Calvin replied. "Not all. There's some that get into it. And not all gay guys like it either. But now you know of another way to drain your balls" Ric said. A few minutes later, Ric added "I hate to fuck and run, but it's late and I need to get home. Thanks for the fun evening." He got up and found his clothes, putting them back on. Ric grabbed the last condom packet and dropped it into the trash can before saying "See you at class on Thursday, Devon" and walked out the door. -- The following day, Ric was walking to his next class and felt his work phone vibrate in his backpack. He pulled it out and there was a message from the client he was supposed to meet the night before. "Sorry, I got tied up with work last night. Can we reschedule for tonight?" he texted. Ric sighed and shook his head before tapping out "Sorry, my time is very limited. I have a strict no-show policy and you didn't have the courtesy of letting me know you wouldn't be able to make the appointment. You will need to find someone else." He hit send before he stuffed the phone back into his pack and continued off to class.

When i’ w been at SBN I’ve had guys come up behind me - I’m generally bent over ass out - and whisper as they finger me, I figure the finger tells it all, they scoop out a little and then they can’t wait to get their cocks in my sloppy hole. And just after a guy had loaded me there is about a minute or so when you know someone was watching and got really horny with my ass opened and just creamed, they slip in straight away, my ass still dribbling from the last guy. Best times are when the universe lines up and you get 5 or 6 enjoying the warm creaminess and openness of my ass

Found a guy on Grindr who lives just down the street from me. The pics he sent don't do his cock justice. It's massive! With some patience and persistence, we got it all the way inside me. I could actually feel his load filling up my hole, a first for me. I made moaning sounds I didn't know were humanly possible, lol.

You won't have the willpower, not if you took 6 more loads after him that night. You're a cheating slut who loves anon raw cock and loads. just keep us updates.. oink oink.

Used rubbers. Never thought to try it until I read a story years ago.

Fuck man, no need to make any apologies - the story is great and has energized my lazy butt to at least hose my hole out in case I can be as lucky as this guy ! As for having to head in to work, be glad you had to-- could you imagine the effects if you were working from home on a Zoom call and accidentally posted one of these chapters up instead of the 3rd quarter financials ?? lol

lol, if you go on a hookup app, and then let a guy put his bare cock in your ass, just the head to see how it feels, you have consented imo. If you say no and actually stop, then that's a hard no and it should stop. That didn't happen here. Totally consensual breeding , and just to confirm that is what you wanted you let 6 more men breed you. You will definitely open the app on the next trip, just to check things out, and say yes to the first guy who wants to breed you. Been there, done that. It's an amusing game to watch yourself play.

caitlin hopped up on a table and rifled through her clutch. "there you are..." she mumbled, fishing out her last cigarette, she tucked it between her full lips and pulled out her cellphone as she took a breather. Tina was always her go to, but it was rude not to to share with her fun new friends. taking a drag, she flipped through her texts and gasped to see tuckers virgin pussy full of...cock? "that slut..." she thought, knowing full well Trissa was back to her usual tricks. spinning and draining nice young boys was fun, but trissa took the art to a whole other level. she consumed them in ways they would never dream of as she remembered bits and pieces of her own session with the dominatrix. a few drinks at one of her parties turned into a night strapped into a sling, her body secured solely for pleasure as she sank into a haze of various drugs. trissa cradled the girls head, comfortingly stroking her breasts and brow while a seemingly endless army of well endowed men slipped quietly between her thighs and into her open sex. she couldnt recall any of the big details, but remembered the warm encouragement she received as her body welcomed each mans seed. "roll your pretty hips" the buxom ebony goddess would whisper, and of course, Caitlin obeyed. "make him cum inside you pretty girl, you can do it..." the sing-song approval was all she needed, and with a dopey grin she grunted along as the next cock released its precious warm gift. "squeeze the nice big dick and milk it dry now, the cum is good for you." Caitlin remembered performing the routine over and over, feeling proud, warm, and good as each flared cockhead pierced her sticky folds. by the end of the night, she was an almost dominating participant in each breeding, her dripping hot cunt obediently sucking seed as trissas soft words whispered delights about how good she took the load, how deep each cock was breeding, and her new gift. she remembered how easily trissa made it for her to accept her conversion. smiling and finishing her smoke, she made a mental note to make sure tucker learned to play nice with the boys too as she set her phone aside and made her way back to the skinny tweaked boy with the big fat cock. Lucy writhed below the teens frame as she mewed and moaned from orgasm to orgasm, the boys alabaster fuck stick pistoned perfectly into the girls slender little body. Dylan turned to meet caitlins approving gaze as he squinted in confusion. He searched desparately for his train of thought, but couldnt remember anything more than Caitlin saying she would look for something. "did you..find it?" he panted curiously, slowing mid thrust in the creamy pink cunt. "find what baby?" caitlin smiled warmly as she waited for the boys mind to catch up. "i...i dunno..." he mumbled in disdain. "its okay baby boy..." caitlin pouted as she laid her hand against Dylans lower back and gently pushed. "go on now...stroke into her and make it cum. finish up inside her nice and deep..." Caitlin delighted as her fuck toy mindlessly obeyed and returned to breeding his girlfriends sticky hot cunt in full strokes. the boyscout and the good girl were a distant memory now as Dylan thrust magnificently into Lucy unleashed a gutteral groan, delivering hot potent splash after splash of his virgin teenage seed into her as she bucked her hips against him and greedily came on the boys delicious prick. "theres my good girl. make him give you all of it...fill that pretty tummy full of hot fresh cum...see how good you feel inside now?" caitlin watched lucy hungrily nod as she stroked her petite athletic abdomen in slow gentle circles. she delighted in seeing Dylan thrusting and panting, depositing a thick deep pool of baby batter in the girls unprotected body. as Dylan gently began to pull back caitlin held him, trapping a few inches of him inside as caitlins fingers softly began stroking his girlfriends clit. "oh!" Lucy's eyes show open in surprise as she looked down to see another woman fingering her juicy pink clit. Caitlins fingers seemed to know every inch of her body intimately as she surrendered herself to the girls relentless, forbidden touch. What was once a plucky naive girl on a movie night date had turned into a hot, carnal young beast riding toward a symphony of orgasm as she happily stirred Dylans cock inside her, mindlessly working his teenage jizz into her body with each thrust against him. "thats my girl, i just love playing with this hot sticky little clit Lucy. Doesnt it make you feel nice?" Caitlin smirked as she pushed the girl into another sweat soaked orgasm against her will. "those big raw cocks are so good arent they lucy..." Caitlin hissed and teased as she worked her at the edge of madness for nearly a minute. "tell me whats inside you pretty girl...whats inside your tummy tonight?" caitlin sang to the bucking nymph. "big...raw cock..." lucy grunted through clenched teeth, drawing the boys cream up into her as the slender warm fingers alternately sped up and slowed down. "thats right sweetheart, its dylans big raw cock fucking you. breeding you...just like it should." Caitlin leaned down, her lips grazing against the writhing teens panting mouth. "such a good girl. legs open for mommy now, nice and wide...and let that soft little pussy cum for me..." Caitlin pressed her lips to the girls mouth and as she slid her tongue inside, relishing the spasming teen one last time. caitlin watched the two young lovers reluctantly separate themselves as she checked the time. the two kids were spinning nicely as she hustled them together and out the door without too much thought. The night was young, and a little sleepover was exactly what she had planned for the two. "you two are such a cute couple" caitlyn remarked from the front seat as the two doe eyed teens stared off into space. from the rearview she caught a glimpse of dylan hungrily pawing at his cock through his pants, no doubt still hungry for more cunt.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- I'm unable to find another site to post this story without a lot of re-work. It was written several months ago and wraps up a few unanswered things from "Ric's Freshman Year" ([think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/#comments). Hopefully someone is interested in seeing how Ric and crew kept busy after his Freshman adventures. There are 7 chapters, each with three or four sections. I'm going to post these pretty quickly, otherwise I'll be posting for weeks (there's 26 parts total). Consider it my finale for fiction on BZ. --------- Chapter 1.1 - Summer Break The summer job at the home improvement store wasn't like what he was expecting. The mundane parts of stocking shelves and doing inventory were coupled with people asking questions about things he had no clue about and construction guys hitting on him. He was a little surprised, but he knew from a lot of his escorting jobs that a wide variety of straight guys liked having fun with another guy as long as no one found out or they only pretended to be straight in public. Most just wanted a blowjob, some wanted to suck, others got more adventurous and wanted to fuck. Only a few were interested in getting fucked and all gave up that idea once they saw Ric's cock. The first time a guy mentioned heading to the store bathroom for some head, he was nervous but used all of the tricks he'd learned from the many times he'd done quickies with Jim at school. Oral was as far as he'd go with guys there. After the first time he fucked a guy in the restroom, he decided if they wanted more then they would have to hire him. He'd built up a good bank account but knew he was going to blow a big chunk of it on a plane ticket and at Thad's shop. The messages between him and Mateo were almost endless, from the moment he woke up until late at night when he fell asleep. His parents weren't happy about him leaving again, even if it was just for a week. He finally told them about Mateo and their attitude changed. Now the questions were along the lines of when they could meet his boyfriend and some more awkward questions about their relationship. He really didn't want to tell them that they weren't monogamous, much less had done a couple escorting gigs together. His dad might understand but not his mom. Mateo picked him up from the airport and they drove back to the ranch. All Ric knew was that he grew up on a ranch with "some cows." Mateo seemed to be ashamed of growing up in a rural setting and Ric thought that his upbringing in the suburbs was not any better. Ric understood the desire to get away from family and experience a different place and that was just another thing that they bonded over. It took a while but they finally got to the ranch. Pulling up to the house, Ric was surprised at how out of place the large Georgian looked compared to the surroundings. Ric was greeted by Mateo's dad and brother, both of whom seemed happy that he was there. Not as much as Mateo, but close. He got a big hug from both of them as Mateo grabbed his suitcase and backpack out of the truck. They went inside to escape the heat and Ric dragged his over-packed suitcase up the stairs, following Mateo to his room. They passed a couple bedrooms and Ric wondered where he would be sleeping. "I even washed the sheets for you" Mateo said with a grin. "Where are you going to sleep?" Ric asked. "With you, of course" Mateo said as he pulled Ric into a hug and kissed him deeply. Ric was concerned since the door was wide open and if Mateo's dad or brother walked by they could see them. "Lunch in five" Mateo's dad, Miguel, yelled out from the bottom of the stairs. They kissed another minute, their hands feeling over the bodies they'd missed for the past month. Ric changed out of the jeans and tee that he'd worn on the flight to shorts and a tank and they went down for lunch. The conversation wandered as they ate, from where Mateo's brother was going to college in the fall to the size of the ranch to what activities Mateo had planned for Ric's visit. After lunch Mateo and his brother, Marco, cleaned up the kitchen. Miguel came up behind Ric and whispered "Thank you for visiting. He's really been missing you" before walking away. Miguel went back to work and the three younger guys headed into the family room and played a few video games. When Mateo got up to go to the bathroom, Marco said to Ric "He's been like a little kid before Christmas once he heard you were coming to visit. I've never seen him so happy. You must be the perfect guy for him." Ric was shocked, but he guessed that they all knew he and Mateo were more than friends. "How about we hit the pool?" Mateo asked as he came back. Soon Ric was rummaging through his suitcase trying to find the trunks he thought he brought. He found the speedo that Shane had given him and realized he'd grabbed the wrong swimsuit. Once it was on, Mateo chuckled. "My brother is straight and I know what your cock is like, there's no need to show off" he said. "I grabbed the wrong swimsuit. Unless you got another one, this is it" Ric replied. "No, that's fine. Just don't expect me to keep my hands off you" Mateo said. When they got down to the pool Marco was already swimming. Ric was disappointed that Marco had some loose board shorts on, but the tight trunks Mateo wore made him look even sexier. Marco was similar in size to Mateo but his face was clean shaven and his hair was longer. Both ears were pierced and there was a light coating of dark hair on each pec. Like Mateo, there was a nice trail running down into his shorts. He had bigger muscles than Mateo and Ric wondered if he worked on the ranch or in a gym. "Glad to see you got a better swimsuit" Ric said, remembering the warehouse party and the board shorts that he wore then. "Fuck! You really fill up that speedo. Hope it doesn't burst" Marco said with a laugh. Ric and Mateo jumped in and the three were splashing around and swimming. Marco climbed out of the pool after a while and laid out on one of the lounge chairs. After several more laps Ric swam up to Mateo and stood up, hugging him. The hug soon added a kiss and hands groping over each other's bodies. "No fuckin in the pool. I just got it clean from the last party" Marco yelled over few minutes later. Ric chuckled and went back to kissing Mateo, realizing that Marco didn't mind. Fucking was going to happen, just not right then. They climbed out of the pool and Ric sat down on the lounge chair next to Marco. "I like the ink, Ric. Are you going to do the rest of the arm?" Marco asked. "Thanks. Yeah, I have an appointment to do it when I get back. Mom's going to be pissed again but it's my body" Ric replied. "I want to get one, but dad said I have to wait until I've finished my freshman year" Marco said. "Spend the time saving for it and finding a good artist. Think about what you want, it's pretty permanent. I'd recommend the guy I go to, but he's a plane ride away" Ric said, smiling back at him. "Or you could come out and visit us at school and have the guy I used do it. He was good and friendly, but he'd probably hit on you as hard as he did me" Mateo said, winking at Ric. A short while later, Mateo said "I'm going inside. The sun is cooking me" and Ric nodded. They rinsed off under the outdoor shower, dried off and went up to Mateo's room. This time, he closed the door and pulled off his trunks. Ric tugged his speedo off and found himself pushed back onto the bed. "Your ass is going to feel so much better than my hand" Mateo said, climbing on top of Ric's body. His legs spread Ric's apart and his hands pushed them back, letting Ric grab them. Mateo moved closer, pressing his now leaking cock to Ric's hole. They grinned at each other before Mateo dripped some spit onto the exposed head of his cock and pushed in. "You're not very tight. You been fucking a lot since summer break started?" Mateo asked. Ric's grin got bigger as Mateo bottomed out. "Of course. Been working some, having fun with some friends, a few clients and some hookups. How about you?" Ric asked, briefly remembering the night before he flew out when he spent a few hours with the high school swim coach and his boyfriend swapping charged loads. "No one. The only gay guy I know around here was my high school boyfriend and he's a safe only guy" Mateo said, plowing faster. Ric flexed his ass muscles a few times and heard Mateo chuckle. "Don't even think about it. I want a nice long fuck to make up for these past weeks" he said. The thrusts got harder and Mateo pulled out and slammed back into Ric's hole. There wasn't enough spit or pre to lube him well, but he loved the burn from Mateo's cock drilling him. The friction was taking it's toll on Mateo's dick too, getting him closer to shooting his first load into an ass in over a month. He leaned over and kissed Ric, but that just excited him more. Ric clamped down a few times, each one harder than the last until he was getting pumped full of Mateo's seed. He milked Mateo's cock until there was nothing left. Minutes later, they broke their kiss and Mateo slowly pulled his spent cock out of Ric's hole. Ric let his legs down and then pulled on Mateo's arms. Once Mateo figured out Ric's intent, he straddled Rics' stomach and lined up the rigid shaft to his tight hole. Almost simultaneously, both realized that there was no way Mateo would be able to take Ric's cock without the help of some prep work and lube. Ric pushed him on to his back and rolled him on to his shoulders before shoving his face into the ass he had missed so much in the past month and a half. He had let his beard grow out and while he wasn't sure he liked how it looked, he loved getting it coated in spit when he rimmed a guy. Ric's fingers and tongue took turns stretching the tight hole. While he was eager to feel Mateo's chute wrapped around his cock, he wanted to make sure it felt good for both of them. Another couple minutes of fingering the saliva into his hole and Ric was ready. Mateo's feet were on Ric's chest as he lined up the partially covered tip to the slick hole. A few seconds of pressure got his cock through the outer ring and slowly digging in deeper. "Fuck! I missed feeling you inside me" Mateo said, grinning back at Ric. "Part of me will always be inside you" Ric said, starting to plow his dick in and out. Mateo nodded and started to rub his feet over Ric's pierced nipples making him grunt and thrust in faster. Ric grabbed his ankles and pushed back, folding Mateo up and pounding him harder. They stared at each other, wordlessly telling each other how much they missed having sex with each other. Ric began to growl and his thrusts got harder. His body bounced off Mateo's ass and once he threw his head back Mateo knew he was about to get bred again. The orgasm was long and Ric's cock throbbed as each volley of cum painted Mateo's chute. Ric leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend after the last spurt. His cock stayed hard while he was still planted inside Mateo, but after a passionate kiss he slowly pulled back and laid on the bed. Mateo crawled next to him and resting his head on Ric's shoulder. "Fuck, I can't believe how hot that looked. But... you both fuck? I thought one guy fucked and the other took it" Marco said, standing in the doorway cupping a pronounced bulge in his shorts. Ric chuckled while Mateo had a shocked look on his face. "You watched us? That's fuckin' rude. I didn't do that while you nailed that girl during the party a couple weeks ago. I closed the door and went back to the pool" Mateo said. "You could have. I wouldn't have minded. I like it when people watch. If you wanted privacy, you would have closed both doors, anyway. I was curious though when I saw the huge bulge in Ric's speedo. It was the first time I thought you might be the one taking it in the ass. And shit... that thing is even bigger now" Marco said. Ric chuckled again, realizing that his cock was still hard. "It's one of the benefits of gay sex... you can experience both sides if you want. Not all guys do though. Some only top and some only bottom" Ric explained, turned on that Marco had watched them. "Now you know. Go back to your room and waste a load. It's time for me to make Ric take it in the ass again as you so eloquently put it" Mateo said, sounding even more irritated. Ric saw Marco squirm and squeeze his hand tightly around his junk, guessing that he had just squirted cum inside his swim shorts. He wondered which image turned him on more - his brother fucking or Ric getting fucked. The shared bathroom door clicked shut as Mateo climbed between his legs. "Sorry about that. Sometimes he doesn't understand boundaries. We've always been close, but he needs to realize we need our private times" Mateo said before he licked up the length of Ric's shaft. "That's OK. I like having an audience too. It's even better when I get to 'take it in the ass' from a stud like you" Ric said as Mateo continued to lap at his cock. Ric stared down at Mateo and continued "Uh... I don't think your brother is as straight as you think he is. He may not have fooled around with a guy yet, but once he's at college, he will." Mateo stopped and looked back at Ric. "I've been thinking that too. Once I told them about you, he's been asking a lot of questions about gay life. His first won't be me. That would be too creepy" Mateo said. His attention turned back to Ric, with Mateo pushing Ric's legs back and pressing his stiff cock to his hole. Slowly his cock descended into the cum slick chute and the soft romantic side of Mateo's personality came out. The strokes were long and slow, interrupted only by matching long, passionate kisses. The thrusts eventually got a little harder and Ric responded by working his ass muscles around the stiff rod. Mateo's hands gripped Ric's shoulders and he drove himself all the way in before his cock began to pulse. Ric pulled him in for a kiss as the last spurts shot out. When the kiss ended, Mateo pulled his face away, leaving his cock still inside Ric's hole. After a few moments he broke the silence with "If he's going to watch, I'd prefer he see us making love, not rutting like dogs."

I was out and about a while back when I started feeling horny. I was toying with an idea for a while. Something that would get the other persons heart pounding too. On this night i contacted a Brazilian shemale escort who was on bbrt at that time. She was a thick 9 incher with a skinny body and bid tits. I knew for some time she was a party girl and a bareback fucker. I also know she had lived in Thailand for a while. I told her I was out with a friend and we were both drunk. I said he was straight and had never taken any chems before but was interested in trying G and T with a "professional" lady. . She agreed to meet him 1 2 1 and see how things panned out. amd agreed not to mention she was a ladyboy until he was high. Little did she know I was that "straight guy" and she was in my trap. I sent her my number and told her I would get him to call her. I told her I was going to a sauna and wished her a good night I called her a few minutes later and explained I had been given her number by a good friend. She said she was expecting my call and asked If I wanted to party. I said yes and she text me her address. I arrived and she buzzed me up. I was rock hard and my chest was pounding because of the charade. When she opened the door I was blown away. She was slim, beautiful and I spied a little bulge. We made our way into the bedroom. She gave me a little kiss and told me to relax. I gave her a donation and she left for a few minuets. I looked around the room. I could see poppers, various sized dildos from small to holy fuck. She returned with a little tray with a drink to relax me. I downed the aloe vera drink and noticed the tell tale after taste. It was strong, she hadnt gone easy, she clearly wanted me relaxed high and loose. Once again she kissed me left again and told me to relax. I stripped to my boxers and noticed a discussion going on in the other room. I assumed whoever was in there didnt approve of her taking advantage of me. She returned again with the same tray. This time was different. There was a small clear bag, a glass pipe and a lighter. She asked me if I knew what it was, I played dumb and asked if it was G...she smiled, pulled me close and kissed me for about 30 seconds. She prepared everything for me. She explained how to breath and when to exhale. She sparked it up. When it began to evaporate she siad "slowly inhale" I sucked back for about 10 or 15 seconds. "Wait" she said after about 15 seconds she told me to exhale....instant nirvana. The G I had taken earlier started kicking in. I slightly exaggerated the reaction to maker her feel I was a helpless virgin in her control. She kissed me again, deeper this time. My cock was rock hard. She felt it and smiled. She repeated this multiple times. She said I needed more to relax. When she was satisfied she told me to take a shower I showered wile trying not to fall over. Her G was strong or the dose was high. When I was finished I walked naked back to the bedroom. I saw her in the living room with a bi Brazilian guy who I found out later owns the place and is letting her stay with him for sexual servicing. They were preparing to slam each other. They noticed me looking and I kept walking into the bedroom. The pipe and lighter were still there so I hit it hard as I could waiting for her to return. A little while the guy came out and asked me how I was doing with a big smile. I gave him a thumbs up. He said he loved hairy guys blew me a kiss and stumbled back into the living room. I expected to hear them fucking any minute but she returned to me with another drink and a big kiss. She was high as a kyte and rock hard but i pretended not to notice. I downed the drink and she took me to the bed and started kissing me deeply. We chatted and kissed. I talked to her about a recent holiday to Thailand and mentioned I wanted to go back alone, having gone with a friend before. She took off her bra. We continued to kiss and she asked me why i wanted to go back to thailand. I said i dont know, maybe to meed a thai ladyboy or get a massage. She smiled and told me she is a ladyboy. Still acting I asked her what she meant. She stopped sissing me, moived back and pulled out her huge cock. I joked that she tricked me and my friend tricked me. I sat up and kissed her. She went into horny overdrive and kept kissing me and rubbing my cock. She then sterted rubbing my asshole lightly as she moved down to start sucking me off. She sucked my cock and licked my asshole for a few minutes then stopped. She gave me the pipe and left the room. I sucked deep and blew clouds. She ruturned with a blindfold and retrived stockings from her drawer. She asked if it was ok as she started to tie me spread eagle. I was so high at this time i could barely spoke. She kissed me and left the room. She quickly returned but i could hear whistering in the background of the music. She kissed me repeatedly switching from kissing me to sucking my cock. She told me to focus and she would hold the pipe for me. I followed her instruction. I also felt my arm being tied at the elbow. "OK now" she said. I slowly inhaled my deepedt one yet. "Hold it" she said. I helf my breath as long as i could. As i was exhaling i could feel the band around my elbow being released and a warm feeling throughout my whole body. My feet and hands were untied as i curled up in the foetal position...it was my forst slam and it was a huge one. I felt nausea for a minute and was unable to speak. I tried to lift myself but my arms crumpled beneath me. I lay on the bed blindfolded. I could feel her kisses on my lips , his mouth around my cock and his fingers in my ass. This was the begining of a 2 day session. Let me know if you want to know more...

I have always wanted to go to a pride event but never had the chance to but this year i was going to make it. I looked at videos online at many hot encounters there and i knew i needed to experience it for myself. I tried to see if what i truly wanted would be there and i didn't see a whole lot of chatter on your basic site about it but then i was able to see a site that held all the answers i needed to hear. I clicked the link i saw and was brought to a chat room for poz and chaser guys talking about going to pride this year and where to meet up for any fun there. I learned that the host of the chat room was going to be setting up a booth at the parade as a seemingly ordinary tent selling lube toys gear ect. and will be having a privacy tent set up behind his booth that will be for any poz fun to be had. He said that there are no rules that say he has to tell anyone that there will be mostly poz guys there that will be on them to plan ahead and follow the guidelines that any event like this sets out. I kept reading the setup he will be having and all i needed to know to find him was to look for the scorpion stickers that will be on the legs of his booth and i will know i came to the right place. He said the fee to use his privacy area would just be $5 and anyone with a biohazard or scorpion tattoo got in for free. well having neither yet i made sure to have the money for it and then i started to chat with some of the other guys in the chatroom letting them know what i wanted to happen on my first pride event. I let everyone know i was neg but i truly wanted that to be a thing of the past and i wanted as many poz unmedicated and high strained loads as i could up my ass by the end of the day. I told them i was 23 6ft3 and weighing 200 pounds of muscle with a 7 inch cock and a virgin hole since i mostly top and i posted a few torso dick and ass pics to grab everyones attention. i got allot of attention after that and the guys were telling me how happy that on my first pride event that i wanted to convert so badly. Apperently it even grabbed the attention of the chat leader because he messaged me privatly. Him "hey boy how's it going?" Me "very good sir just looking forward to going to pride for the first time and making sure to go to your booth to get what i want." Him "that's why i wanted to talk to you about son i always have a star boy in my tent and i always look to see who wants to be that boy and i figured since it is your first time here i would ask you." It took me les than a second to say yes to him. That's great to hear boy now do you have a ride and a place to stay overnight? i told him i was only thinking of going during the day and hadn't thought of staying overnight since you have to reserve ahead of time for hotels and it was now the week of pride. Hell if you want to you could stay in my hotel overnight if you want to but be warned the sex isn't going to stop at just my tent so if you want to be ready for an all night orgy. that got me excited and i told him i would love too stay with him there. great so here's the deal since you're going to be my special tent boy i am going to come get you and take you home the next day and of course there is no fee for you in my tent and i am going to sweeten this even further by giving you one of everything i am selling there at no charge and i am personally going to give you your first scorpion or biohazard tattoo of your choosing. i told him i was flattered and excited at this and i was very looking forward to pride. i gave him my address and he said he would be there the day before pride to get to the hotel before the event kicked off. after we signed off i laid in my bed thinking of how lucky i was and how excited i was for my first poz pride

That was fukkin horny buddy - got me hard. Kudos to your top -he knew how to dominate you. He'd decided right at the start that he was gunna breed your ass and he edged you every step of the way -just let me rub my helmet on your hole - aww you feel so good, let me just slide my helmet inside you - then - just half my cock -then he's deep inside you promising you he won't cum. He got you thinking with your ass - you were horny too and by then lacked the willpower to make him stop - he knew that so he seeded you. We're all men and driven by our cocks - once we start we gotta finish.

Couple of hours ago. my FB who i've written about several times now. i was going to the gym, but paused to clean out before going. It's Saturday evening and often empty. There's a Guy who's been flirting with me (i think lol) and you never know, so wanted to be prepared in case.... i have no idea if He's even gay or flirting, but He keeps showing off HIs body in front of me. i put my yellow jock on under my sweats after prepping. and my phone vibrated and my FB messaged me: "free RN?" FUck yeah. He was here in 10 minutes. Came in, casual talk, me naked and ass up as always. He straddles my legs and says: "i think i have 3 loads," and slides in. my hole offers no resistance as i moan and He opens me. He fucks, deep, hard, kisses my shoulders, which drives me wild. Such sweet, gentle kisses along with slamming deep into me. He doesn't let me know when He cums, He's been giving my ass some hards spanks, but i barely feel it i'm so caught up in His energy, pleasure.... mine too. When He pulls out and smiles, heading for the shower, i slide my finger in my opened hole, very creamy. i don't usually do this, but i smell and suck His cum off my finger. Damn, i am filled. THere's a wet spot on the bedspread. He asks for water, saying He's thirsty after that fuck. i dress back in my yellow jock and sweats. i don't think He knows what yellow means. He drives off and i go to the gym holding HIs cum inside. There's only 2 other people, the flirty guy isn't there. i start with glut extension. i always start with that, and am proud to have His load in me while i firm and shape my ass for Him, for Tops. i want it to be round and fuckable, inviting. i kept His load in me though my whole skinny white boy routine, still have it in me 5 hours after. i'm sleeping with His seed inside of me tonight, hope to absorb all of Him.

@hntnhole It’s more than the attachment. When a top is wanting to kiss they are bonding with me on some deeper level like we’re equals. I intend to be a hole the top is using to meet his need. Not a companion.

Yes, I bought one. Tried it on my dick but it is kind of too much irrirating on your dick in the beginning, because your dick is new ro it. I prefer to wear a real condom under i in the first part of the fucking I showed my fuckbuddy the cruel condom and he was very excited I really bought it and intend to fuck him with it We didn't do it yet.

I have some regular tops that can make me orgasm hands free, it comes down to how the top fucks you and has his head stimulating your prostate. You can have these if you use a prostate massager or dildo, it is just a matter of hitting your prostate at the right pressure not to soft not to hard, hard hurts. When you first try having a P-gasm it will feel like you need to pee this is normal, if you continue with that feeling you will eventually start to pre-cum followed up by orgasming. When I use a dildo I can make myself cum hands free everytime as I know how to hit my prostate.

I wish I had them all the time. I have them frequently enough that I feel blessed, but to be honest, my guy plumbing doesn't work. I've been seeing a doctor for ED since I was 16 because I don't get hard anymore, so anal orgasms are all I can have. Having said that, a good lay can leave me satisfied even if I don't have an anal orgasm. 🙂

LOVE this fetish. I too can almost cum from being humiliated and degraded for my small dick. Luckily I have some alpha buds who love doing this. One in particular is smaller overall than me - I'm 6'3 195 and he's 5'9 160 - but has a cock that's at least 8.5x6.5 hard and even soft hangs huge. We hit up this gym together that even still has totally open showers, and he makes me shower with him in front of other guys but won't let me cover up my dick at all. Last time he even quickly put on some bengay ointment that has menthol which made it shrink even more. Plus he makes me shower with my back facing the shower so my dick is always visible. Saw a couple guys glance and smirk recently. One even made the comment "at least you got a big ass" before laughing.

Expanding the subject matter just a bit - is there much difference between sucking off a Cock and swallowing it's load - and - taking a load up the gut, and then having it eaten out and snowballed into one's mouth? Seems to me the second option just doubles the bang for the buck.

Chapter 7 The handler smiled and thought to himself. The Gatorade was dosed with G and it would be working on the Kid. With that and the Shard he got shoved in his ass, He figured the Kid was his for the night, and he had plans for the night with this Kid After the Kid drank the Gatorade the one guy bent the Kid over and pushed his cock back up the Kid’s sloppy spun ass. For a second he thought he could feel the shard in the Kids ass but wasn’t sure. The T and G must have been starting to work on the Kid because he was actively pushing back on the guy’s cock trying to get more in him. Every time the cock bottomed out in the Kid the Kid would grunt. In between the Kid was moaning like a Saturday night whore. His heat was demanding more and bigger up his pussy which by now was creating it’s own natural lube. All the Kid knew was that his ass was on fire, and he needed more and bigger stuff up his ass. In the heat he stared remembering the time at the bath when Horse was going in him and how much it hurt, in a good way, and how full he felt and in a prevented way and wishing he could get him back up into his ass. The guy fucking him said “ This Kid is trying to get my nuts in his ass also. He is really hot”. His handler said “ Yeah, I should do all right tonight “. About that time a couple guys came down the path and walked over to the handler and asked if this was the kid that was advertised. The Handler simply said “ Yes, want a ride” ? The guys said yes at the same time. The guy fucking the Kid started plowing the Kid hard. Everyone knew that it wouldn’t be long until the Kid got another load in him. The guy grabbed the Kid’s hips and pulled him close and sated shooting rope after rope of hot cum up the Kid’s over heated ass. He held it in for a couple minutes letting it soak in the kid. His cock softened and popped out. The Kid hade a strange sigh when he felt some of the cum dripping out of his hole and down his inner thigh. The two guys had give the handler some bills and walked over to the Kid. The Kid was confused but he didn’t have long to ponder what was going to happen. One of the Guys pulled the Kid’s head down and pushed his cock in the Kid’s mouth. He Kid was bet over tasting a nasty dirty cock that was going in his mouth and trying to get into his throat. The Kid could taste dried cum and something else on the cock. He wasn’t sure what it was. The other guy got behind the Kid and stared rubbing the fat mushroom head of his cock against the sloppy ass of the Kid. The guy pulled the Kid’s hips back and the cock opened his ass and started gong up inside him. It was a bit Biggert hat the last one and felt really good. With the pulling of his hips the cock in his mouth almost pulled out. The guy in front of the Kid felt this and grabbed the Kid’s shoulder and pulled him back on his cock. The Kid noticed that the cock in his ass pulled part of the way out with this motion. He was concentrating on this and was trying to get it back up in his ass. He was hornier that ever and wanted the cock back in him. He hadn’t realized that the cock in his throat was now deep in his mouth. The guys balls were bouncing on his chin. He was starting to choke then the guy behind him pulled him back again, impaling the Kid on his shaft. They got in a rhythm and started moving the kid back and forth. The Kid was grunting and hoking a little but he was not enjoying this a lot. The motion wasn’t fast but soon the kid got into the action and stared rocking on his own. The guys slowed the pace and stopped. They them switched positions and the guy came from behind the Kid and shoved his cock in the Kid’s mouth and ordered him to shuck it clean. The cock had remnants of the shard, cum and the Kid’s ass juices on it. the other guy shoved his cock up the Kid’s ass. The Kid made a noise but no one cold make it out. The guys smiled at each other knowing that this was going to be a long night for this Kid. The guys watching the Kid and Commented “ This Kid is now getting spit-roasted and he takes it ATM”. The Motion made it looked like the Kid had one cock that was going the length of his body and he was getting slid on the man pole. You could tell the Kid was loving every bit of this.

Gentlemen, I’m happy to remind you that I have won a gold medal 🥇 at every Wolrdwide International 7-continents Rimming Contest during the last 23 years. Many competitors have tried to unseat me … and seed me … but no one has come close. Seriously, it’s my favorite thing to do - and I’m damned good at it. I don’t just lick the crack and hole. That’s only the start. My duty when I eat your ass is to slowly open you up and get you to relax. Whether it’s with my tongue, my fingers, my dick, toys or a speculum, I want your hole to open up and relax. I want your lips to get swollen and puffy. I want to snake my my tongue into your hole, I want to reach the pink inside of your ass. I want to be able to flick the tip of my tongue and reach nerve endings you never realized you had. I don’t want to just simply make your eyes roll back in your head; I want your eyes to spin while I am servicing your ass. And then … I’ll climb on top and fuck you!

I need to know who's fucking me.

The deaf/gay community in the U.S. is very organized. They are most likely the most visible disabled gay people in the states.

Chapter 17: Double your pleasure. We headed straight to the bedroom, bringing a large pool towel to put down on the bed. The two of them debated on who would be the first to enter my hole. Ultimately it was decided that it would be Tom. It was a relief to me as both cocks were so thick I wanted him to open me up first. My friend was eager to get his cock inside me though. Tom as expected showed no mercy on entering me while my friend buried his cock down my throat. He slyly asked if I was ready for my second cock. Tom just looked at him and said he wanted to pump my ass a bit longer. After about 5 minutes of pounding, Tom looked at my friend and said it's time to join the party! Im not going to lie, once my friend got his cock in, it hurt like hell. My only saving grace was that Tom was first in, and that person is usually more passive. Now my friend was a good fuck, but not nearly as aggressive as Tom. It wasn't long before my friend started thrusting on my ass. Tom was egging him on to start fucking, but my friend reminded him that I'd never taken 2 large cocks before, and wanted my ass to get used to it. Once again, my friends stamina had hom fucking me for close to 30 minutes before unloading in me. Once he did, Tom said it was his turn to breed me. I cleaned my friends bloody cock off, and then he entered my ass. Tom was quick to add his cock, and in about 10 minutes unleashed his load deep in me. As they pulled out, I could feel the bloody cum seeping out of my ass and over my bull balls. With that, we simply fell in a pile exhausted on the bed. To my surprise, Tom started to passionately kiss me. This was a side of hom I'd never seen before. After unlocking lips he looked at me and said you look surprised, to which I said totally. He said his dad taught him to be an aggressive fuck, but he enjoyed romantic moments like this, just not in front of his dad. He continued by saying that was the best part of rooming with my friend in college as it's hard to have rough aggressive sex in a dorm.

I’m a long time reader and this is my first submission. I finally got on Prep and monkey pox vax so I could fulfill one of my fantasies to whore myself out at a bathhouse here in Phoenix. I went to Flex yesterday and got fucked 7 times and took 3 loads, there was a handsome muscle Daddie with silver hair and beard who drilled me on the fuck bench, in the large playroom with an audience, in the dark room and then finished loading me back in my room. I got fucked by 3 guys in the darkroom, I just bent over and they took turns, the best was a young Hispanic with a large cock, he fucked me hard and loved spanking my ass for all to hear. It was a great day and I can’t wait for more.

Very interesting, and thanks for the reply. I'm wondering how the impulse to kiss is generated: In the conscious mind? In the anticipation of sexual release about to occur? In the chemicals that we emanate, as you describe? And, how would the inclination not to kiss be a reflection of the above, or would it be merely a reaction to the would-be kisser? To me, kissing is a statement of intimacy, made when some level of caring is achieved. That would preclude kissing in a backroom or a fuckjoint*, and I don't particularly like kissing a cumdump that I've never met, and probably won't again (excluding the starred below). Kissing can be thiiiiiis close to making love with one's partner (meaning, lover, bf, life-partner, etc), but without that prerequisite level of caring or loving the guy, it means nothing - at least to me. If I ever "fell in love" with a cumdump, of course I'd kiss him deeply, whether he'd just sucked off a Cock or not, but only with a pre-existing caring for him. *excluding the presence of Sperm already in the mouth, making the kiss an extension of the sex, not a statement of affection (or more).

Totally into getting rimmed. My most memorable experience was meeting a guy upstairs in a bar. He saw me and spread his legs and showed me his cock. I dropped to my knees and began sucking him off. Next thing I know he turns me around and unbuckles my jeans. Now at this point I’m leaning over the railing looking down expecting to be fucked. Next thing I know I’m feeling his tongue working my cunt and I’m going crazy as I’m trying to act like I’m just looking over the crowd downstairs drinking a beer. After about 20 minutes of him eating me out, he stands up and starts fingering me and tells me I’m ready and it’s time we go to his place. It was a fuck I never forgot.

My top fisting buddy set up a motel gang bang scene h He sat and watched as guy after guy would stop in, fuck me, drop their load and move on. I was blindfolded It was very hot not knowing who was fucking me and what their statuys was. You could tell body types some and the variety of cock was fun. Definitely was hot when a big one would get shoved up me. After there were no more coming, he fisted the sloppy mess deep into me. I'd say I took 10-12 loads.

Chapter 2.4 - Advice Taken Ric was stripping down and stuffing his clothes into the locker. He looked over and watched Will's cock spring free when he tugged off his briefs. To the other side, he saw a guy that he'd met at the baths the first week of the semester. They had talked a little before Ric had to leave as the guy was admiring his tattoos and "package" but doubted he could take it. The guy was lamenting that poz guys wouldn't fuck him and while Ric had no reservations doing it, he had to get home to meet up with his boyfriend and Mateo always took precedence. Ric asked Will "Pair up or solo today?" and when he turned back the other guy was gone. He grabbed his towel as Will said "Either. I'm so fuckin horny I'll take anything I can get." Will was right behind him as he stepped out in the hall and watched the other guy look into the sauna. When he turned to continue down the hall, Ric saw a tattoo on the guy's shoulder that he didn't remember from their last meeting. Ric walked quickly to get a better view and smiled when he saw it. "Congratulations" Ric said, making the guy stop and turn around. "For what?" he asked. Will had a confused look on his face, too. "The tat. It looks new so I assume you got knocked up right after we talked last time" Ric said. The guy was looking up and down at Ric's naked body and replied "Oh, yeah, I remember you. Uh, yeah. The ink is new. I took your advice, but it hasn't totally worked, yet." "Advice?" Ric asked, now being the one confused. "Yeah, you said to get a biohazard tat and then poz guys wouldn't think twice about fucking me. I wouldn't have that awkward conversation about status, either. Anyway, you were right, it's been easy to get poz guys to fuck me now, but I think they're all undetectable since I just tested neg again on Thursday" he said. Ric remembered the comment and had said it jokingly. "I guess that means you're serious about getting pozzed. Uh... I might know a couple guys that aren't on meds that might help you out" Ric said. The guy's eyes glanced back and forth between Ric and Will and a grin slowly covered his face. "Fuck yeah... But I'm not sure I can take that thing" he said. "You just need some lube and Will can give you that" Ric replied. A couple minutes later, Ric was putting the bottom's feet into the straps on the sling. Will was feeding the guy his already hard cock and while he could only get a few inches past his lips due to the angle, Will was enjoying it. Ric knelt down, gazing at the tender pink ring that would soon be sore and dripping cum. His tongue dug in, tasting nothing other than sweat. Ric spent a few minutes tongue fucking the hole before his fingers found their way in. One joined his tongue and then the second finger replaced it. He twisted them around, stretching the hole until it moved around easily. "I'm not as thick as you. You don't need to open him up too much" Will said, chuckling. Ric realized that Will was right behind him and ready to go, so he moved aside. Will lined his stiff cock up, grabbed the bottom's thighs and tugged. The bottom screamed "FUCK!" as Will held still, fully planted inside the guy. "If you think that hurt, just wait til this guy takes you" Will said. He pushed the guy away, watching the head pull through the ring and gave a tug back. This time he just got a loud grunt. The next few cycles were the same until Will used his hips to push the bottom away and pulled on his legs to drive his cock back in. Ric always thought the sound of jangling chains was erotic and it kept his cock fully hard. As Will built up speed, the jangling got louder and drew a few guys into the playroom. They circled the sling and all were stroking within a minute of their arrival. The group looked diverse and while most seemed to be about his age, there were a few older guys too. A Latino twink looked over at Ric a few times and grinned. A few minutes later, he came over and grinned before kneeling down and taking the cock from Ric's hand. He lapped at the shaft several times and then pulled away. "Oh fuck" he said, looking up at Ric's face. Ric grinned, reached out and pulled the twink's face back to his cock. "Safe to suck" he said softly in Spanish. The uneasiness slowly disappeared and the twink began to work the shaft over harder. "Ready for your first load?" Will grunted after drilling the bottom several more minutes. His thrusts got harder and he held the bottom's legs to keep him still as his hips slammed into the bottom's ass a few more times. Will growled as his cock shot out spurts of charged seed into the chaser. Will looked at the bottom's face and saw a faint smile. Whether or not he planned on his chase getting a boost that night, he had taken his first viral load of the evening. Will winked at the bottom and pulled his still hard cock out. He swapped spots with Ric and was surprised to have a tongue lapping over his cum covered cock almost immediately. Ric didn't wait either and held the chaser's legs and pushed in. The bottom groaned as Ric's shaft stretched him much further than Will had. Ric was gentler to start than Will had been but as his dick dug deeper into the bottom's stretched chute, the groans got louder. "Wreck his ass like ya did mine" one guy yelled out when Ric got the bottom swinging. Ric chuckled, knowing that he was now drilling him almost all of the way. Soon, his cock was tapping at the inner ring and the groans turned to yelps. After more than a dozen tries, his cock poked through and he watched the bottom writhe around his shaft. "Yeah... that's how he got me" another onlooker said. Ric smiled, waiting for the chaser to settle down and glancing around to see a few of his past targets. He glanced behind him and didn't see Will until he looked lower on the floor. Will had mounted his Latino cocksucker and was drilling him hard. Ric pulled back through the bruised ring and shoved in again. He did it one more time before he started to plow with full strokes. The stimulation quickly got to him and Ric felt the cum start to rise from his balls. He tried to drag it out another few minutes, but Ric planted his cock deep and showered the bottom's guts with his seed. He heard Will grunt out behind him a second later. After the first few pulses he watched the chaser's cock start to shoot it's own cream. "He got you shallow, I got you deep. Hope that takes care of you, but I'll be happy to breed you again if it doesn't take" Ric said. He watched the bottom's face change, showing that he now understood that Ric was serious about charging him up. He pulled out and as he backed away there was a guy quickly kneeling behind the chaser, felching some of the jizz from his abused hole. Will and his bottom were getting up from the floor and Ric turned around, moving behind the twink. Ric placed both hands on his shoulders, leaned in and whispered "If he didn't tag you, let me know. I like having more toxic compadres around." -- The bus hit another pothole and Mateo moaned softly, making Ric chuckle. "Did you top at all this weekend?" Ric asked. "Yeah, I did Eric while Mark was fucking me. He's got a great ass but I really liked his dick more. I guess I wanted to try all their cocks since you've been the only one to fuck me lately. Uh... why did Mark keep calling us his grandkids?" Mateo asked. Ric laughed again. "Well, Mark is the one that charged up Joe. Joe did me and I did you. It's kind of a twisted family tree, right?" Ric said. They made it to their stop and got off the bus, walking the rest of the way to their dorm. "I had a lot of fun in that sling they had in the living room. Do you think they leave it there all the time or just for weekends like this?" Mateo asked. "This was the first time I saw it up since they moved in. They probably put it up just for special occasions" Ric replied. There was a long pause as they walked another block. "Uh, how long did it take your dick to heal after you got the piercings?" Mateo asked quietly. Ric looked over at his boyfriend and smiled. "I was fucking again a little over a month later. You're supposed to wait longer, but you just need to listen to your body to know when it's ready. Go easy the first few weeks, though. What kind are you thinking of?" he asked. "I got to experience three different ones this weekend. Your ladder, the PA that Joe, Mark and Eric have and Kyle with both the PA and ladder. I think I'll start with a PA. I guess that would mean I'd go back to being your bottom bitch for a month. You OK with that?" Mateo asked. "Of course. Talk to Joe first. He'll tell you the good and bad, but since he's still wearing it and just stretched it again, I think he likes his. It feels great when he fucks me, so I'm sure yours would too. You might want to do those nips too, I think it would look hot" Ric said as they entered the building. "You don't think that would be too much at one time?" Mateo asked. "Nah, different parts of the body. You'll be fine. I want you to fuck me all day before you do it since I'll have to wait a while to feel you inside me again" Ric replied. -- He was still half asleep but knew a hot shower would wake him up. Ric was second in line when he got there and soon was waiting his turn. The curtain of the end shower pulled back and a guy stepped out. The guy gave one last rub over his body with the towel and looked up. His tongue licked over his lips and then he said "Fuck yeah!" which Ric barely heard over the running water from the other showers. He was pretty sure the other guy's cock stiffened too. Ric checked him out briefly, admiring the tall, slim, dark black body. He was a few inches taller than Ric but had a soft, average sized cock between his legs. Ric smiled, pulled off his shorts and walked into the newly vacated shower. He set his soap and shampoo down on the shelf and turned around. The guy was standing in front of him and pulled the curtain closed behind him. Ric chuckled and looked back at the guy, wondering how far he was willing to go. As the guy dropped to his knees, Ric knew a blowjob was at least in the cards. The guy wrapped his long slender fingers around the shaft and pulled it up to his mouth. His tongue played with the foreskin until it started to pull back as Ric got fully hard. A pair of lips joined in and Ric leaned back against the wall to enjoy the blowjob. Ric had seen him around for the past year, but never knew he was gay. He stuck close to his roommate and a few friends, never socializing with the rest of the floor. He opened his eyes and watched as his cocksucker slid down until his nose was pressed into Ric's trimmed bush. The throat felt good gripping his cock and when it squeezed a few times it felt even better. The guy pulled back and grabbed a lungful of air before going back down again. Ric figured the guy wanted him to shoot down his throat, but he needed more stimulation before he'd be able to cum. The next time, the guy pulled off all the way and smiled. He gave a few rubs over Ric's lower tat and asked "You really poz?" Ric smiled back at him and replied "Yup. Wanna swallow this load?" The guy shook his head 'no' and Ric sighed, expecting the teaser blowjob to be all he was going to get until that night with his boyfriend. His thoughts seemed to be confirmed when the guy stood up, but then the guy leaned in and whispered into Ric's ear "Always wondered what a poz dick felt like fuckin me." "Same as a neg one, it's just what happens when the bug gets inside that's different" Ric said as they swapped places. The guy leaned against the wall, spread his legs apart and pushed his ass back. Ric got on his knees and pried the firm butt cheeks apart and spit on the flexing hole. Ric worked a finger in and found that the ring quickly relaxed. A second finger and then a third finished stretching him open a little more. He stood up, guiding his hard shaft to the hole and pushing in. The bottom was clearly used to taking thick cock, as Ric's cock slid in half way without complaint. Ric leaned in, pressing his chest on the guy's back and whispered "Fuckin sweet pussy. How's that poz dick feel?" "Damn good... fuck my ass... please" the guy begged. Ric chuckled again, slowly driving his cock in and out. As the strokes got longer, the bottom's moans got louder. Ric turned the shower on, letting the water cascade over their bodies and drown out some of the moans. The shower next to them shut off and Ric tried to keep the fuck as short and quiet as he could. A hard thrust planted his hips on the firm butt and his cock deep inside the bottom. A louder groan filled the shower stall, making Ric laugh quietly. His cock pulled back and thrust in hard again, making the bottom grunt this time. The strokes that followed were long and slow ending with a solid thud as his body slammed into the bottom's. After a few minutes, Ric built up speed coaxing his viral seed to rise. Ten seconds of hammering the guy's ass was followed by volleys of cum coating his guts. "Feel any different?" Ric asked, turning off the water. "You're right... just like neg dick. Maybe better since you're hung" the bottom said. "Let me know how it feels in a couple weeks" Ric replied softly. He heard some grunting behind him and turned his head, seeing the curtain pulled back and a guy stroking vigorously having watched at least part of their fuck. The voyeur shot his load on to the floor and almost into Ric's shower. He slowly pulled his shaft out of the sloppy hole and turned around. "You wasted that load. Lick my dick clean and I'll let it go this time" Ric said, grinning. While he was only joking, the voyeur was on his knees in a second, just outside the lip of the shower stall. Ric pulled the curtain fully open and moved closer. The voyeur lapped at his cock moaning softly as he tasted the cum. He looked out and there were three other guys standing there with their stiff cocks in their hands. Once satisfied, Ric pulled back and leaned against the side of the shower, letting the bottom walk out and dry himself again. "That's why I love livin on this floor... always a good show or willing hole" one of the watchers said before he went into an empty shower. Ric turned the water back on and quickly showered, hoping he wasn't going to be late for class. -- It had been a few weeks since Ric had seen Jake online. He checked the profile to see if anything had changed and while the status hadn't, the text had. "Newly poz and horny. Waiting a few months before meds - get it while you can. Versatile" said the new profile text. Ric sent off a message to him "Welcome to the club. Hope ur doin good." The next day he had a reply from Jake. "Thx. Doing great. Hope you fuck poz guys too. Everyone wants me to top and I have an itch ;)" Jake messaged back to Ric.

Chapter 13: The weekend is here. My friend invited me over for a small send-off party for his parents. Of course his mom had enough food for one of her usual social parties. The 4 of us were sitting at the pool bar, and his dad offered us a beer. His wife gave him the stink eye and said honey you shouldn't do that. His dad just smiled and said it's just beer, and we weren't drinking hard liquor. His mom said she knew we were both good boys, and agreed with her husband. She was soooo naive! Little did she know that we were drinking hard liquor, her son fucking me and her husband fucking their son! She told her husband that they had better get on the road. She said she understood that we were also having a little get away with a weekend overnight. Apparently my mom mentioned it to her asking if it would be alright. We couldn't wait for them to leave. As soon as they did, we poured a swift drink, smoked a cigarette and got in the pool naked. The pool ended up being mostly romantic with some deep kissing, fondling and conversation. He asked if I was ready for the weekend, and I simply said was my cock hard when you grabbed it? Yours definitely was! With that I jumped out of the pool and assumed the position on the lounge chair. He said no, he was going to fuck me on his parents bed! I simply said lead the way. He said let's grab another drink and cig first. We both gulped our drinks and smoked our cigs in record time and then he asked if I was ready to get fuckt. What a STUPID question! I had never been in his parents bedroom before and it was huge. There was a full size sofa in it and a huge poster bed. It was attached to a huge master bath with a huge walk in shower. He said he wanted to fuck me on the sofa first, as he had yet another surprise for the bed. I was curious as to what it was but just needed fuckt! He threw the pillows from the sofa and said no pillows tonight, as we were inside and no one could hear us, and he wanted to hear me as he fucked me. This time started off pretty normal. There was really no need to suck hos cock, as he already had a raging hard on. He started eating my ass and this time had a large bottle of lube. He threw the yellow bottle by my face and said get ready. He started as usual by just sticking the head of his cock in and making me beg for it all. He instructed me to keep hitting the bottle, which im glad I did. When least expected he trust in balls to the wall as I yelled out in pain. This time there was no teasing my cherry, he broke it on the first thrust. There was an aggressive side to him I've not experienced before. He was just like his dad aggressively fucking him while I was listening. There was no getting use to his cock this time. He would trust in balls to the wall pull completely out and thrust in again. It went on for what seemed like forever, until he slowed down and I felt his cock pulsing past my cherry. It always felt amazing but past the second hole it was absolutely amazing! He told me he was going to plant his seed deep, and if i was a woman, I'd be pregnant. Needless to say the feel of his hot cum felt amazing deep in me. I collapsed on the sofa, and he stayed inside me still hard as a rock. He got off of me and went to a bag and pulled out what I learned was a butt plug. He shoved it up my ass and said he wouldn't need lube the next time he fucked me in the bed. We were both exhausted and he suggested me take a nap. We deep kissed some, and he then got behind me, spooning me with his cock touching my plugged ass. We both fell asleep like that. I'm not really sure how long we slept, but I awoke as I felt him pulling the plug out, and his cock sliding in. I just laid there and fell back to sleep. At some point he pulled me onto my stomach and had me spread eagle on the bed. The next thing I knew he got out of bed. I figured he just had to take a piss. Boy was I wrong! Apparently he had a few other things in the bag, including restraints! Before I knew it, he had restrained my arms to the poster bed, and then my feet. I was totally vulnerable to whatever he wanted. He asked if I was OK with it, and I said why not. He then slipped a blindold over my eyes and I thought WTF. I then heard the bedroom door open and close and said WTF? He gave his simple kinda evil laugh and said, oh I forgot to tell you I invited a friend over! The friend didn't speak much, but he asked my friend if I was prelubed? He said of course. Judging by his voice I guessed middle aged. His friend then asked if i was a loud fuck, and he said you've seen my cock before, what do you think? The next thing I knew there was what I learned to be a ball gag placed in my mouth. My friend assured him that his friend was a lilltle shoter and not nearly as thick, and I'd enjoy him. Although I couldn't see him I could hear them and he told my friend to suck his cock, and get him rock hard so he could fuck me good. It didn't take much sucking, and his friend quickly penetrated me. He was right the length was not quite as long and definitely not as thick. My ass was still sore from my first breeding, a word I'd never heard him use before. His friend started to aggressively fuck me and started moaning. His cock didn't pulse like my friends did, but with one final grunt I felt his warm seed flooding me. When he pulled out, their combined seed dripped over my balls. The restraints and ball gag were removed and I was rolled over and told not to touch the blindfold. My friends friend said clean my cock you dirty faggot. As I did, my friend wrapped his lips around my cock and gave me the most amazing blow job. His friend got dressed and said to my friend that he heard his dad was throwing a back to college party. My friend said yes, but the details hadn't been worked out quite yet. His friend said don't forget to invite me and my son. With that he left. My friend and I simply spooned on the bed, but instead of the plug, his cock plugged my hole. We both fell asleep like that until early evening when we woke up. He suggested we shower and eat some of the food that his mom left. We got in the shower, and he started to piss. Not on the floor, but on me. Again I'm thinking WTF? He said I guess you have never done watersports before? Hell id never even heard of it before. He said well by now the cats out of the bag about the back to college party, but then added his dad loves watersports. He said the night was young, and hed teach me more. next up the first night.

Chapter 9: The Perfect Sunrise The aircraft flew low over the brilliant blue of the ocean, the wheels looking as if they were going to graze the wavetops as the plane skimmed close above the surface. “Are you sure there’s actually something to land on out here?” Andrew chuckled. “Yes, it’s just ahead of us. If you were looking out the other side, you’d be able to see all three of the islands, and the airport terminal. We’ll be down in less than a minute.” Just then, a dark smudge slipped by below them, and the water changed colour to the most eye-popping greens and turquoises. “Wow! What is that???” Wonderment and astonishment in equal measures filled his voice. “That’s the coral reef. Inside the reef, the water’s a lot shallower and has a sandy bottom, and that’s where you’re seeing the greens. And any second now….” “Land! Thank goodness!” The artificial shoreline of the airport slid below them, the end of the runway followed moments later, and in a few more seconds the plane touched down smoothly, the reverse thrust fired up, and the aircraft slowed down, then turned off the runway to taxi up to the terminal. “On behalf of Air Alcantara, your flight crew and cabin crew, and the 185,000 smiling people who live in our island home, welcome to Alcantara. Please remain seated with seatbelts fastened until the aircraft comes to a complete stop at the terminal….” Andrew let the rest of the arrival announcement wash over him without listening. They were here. They were back. Was it really less than a year since he’d last landed in Alcantara? It seemed far longer, but then it had been such an eventful year. First there’d been the death of his Uncle Rich, who had for so long been such a key anchor point in his life. Then there’d been the horror show of the accident, the terrible weeks of sitting in the hospital day by day, waiting for Markus to come back to him. The shock when Markus finally awoke and didn’t remember Andrew at all – that had been the worst day of his entire life, no question. And then there’d been the whole wild emotional roller-coaster ride ever since then, as he and Markus navigated the challenge of learning how to fall in love all over again. They gathered up their things, and Markus eyed him curiously. “Are you okay, Andrew?” “Yes, I’m fine. Just remembering all the things that have happened since the last time I came here.” As always, the moist tropical air hit them in the face with a damp heated towel as they stepped off the plane and walked down the stairs, then across the apron to the terminal entrance. Andrew chuckled, remembering when he’d first come to Alcantara as a boy six years of age, give or take, and that was exactly how it had felt – like his mom, slapping a warm wet cloth on his face to wash off the dirt of a busy afternoon playing in the muddy stream near their home in Toronto. Once inside, Andrew steered towards the right-hand exit, where the sign displayed the baggage claim and customs inspection symbols and the words, “Exit: Alcantara Island & Portavedra.” They looked around with shining eyes at the sparkling-clean interior of the brand-new catamaran ferry, which Andrew guessed as being at least 50% bigger than the older vessel they’d crossed with on their last visit. Once the ferry had whisked them at top speed across to land on the main island, they quickly cleared customs, picked up their bags, and steered out the door into the public area of the Portavedra terminal. The lean, tanned, ramrod-straight Asian man who walked briskly towards them could have passed for being in his mid-fifties in other circles. There was nothing to show that he was 72 unless you already knew that as an independent fact. “Andrew!” “Uncle Tommy!” “It’s so good to see you here again, my boy!” “It’s great to be back!” They hugged and kissed then, still holding each other, and Tommy looked Andrew squarely in the eye. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this visit. Life has been so quiet these last months.” “And lonely too, I’m sure. I’m sorry we couldn’t arrange to come in time for your birthday last week.” “That doesn’t matter. This is going to be a great birthday celebration for me!” Tommy then turned to Markus, giving him another kiss and a fierce hug. “Markus, it’s so good to see you again and to welcome you to Alcantara for the first time for the second time.” That made all of them laugh. But Tommy was moving right on. “And this is Henrik. Welcome to Alcantara, Henrik! Very glad to see you here at last.” Another kiss and hug, and then he continued. “Let’s get moving. We have to drive pretty small cars here because of the narrow, twisting roads, but these fellows will help.” He walked over to a counter with a sign which read “Alcantara Baggage Services.” “Tommy!” the man behind the counter called out. “I haven’t seen you here in the terminal for ages!” “Hi, Jackie. We’ve got some bags to send up.” “No problem, I’ll put them right onto the first van. They should arrive just a few minutes behind you.” Once the bags were tagged, Tommy led them outside to the parking area, and they saw exactly what he meant by small cars. Most of the tiny import cars would be mistaken for overgrown motor scooters in North America. “Tallest guy rides shotgun,” Tommy said, and Markus and Andrew automatically waved Henrik forward. Once all four of them squeezed into the little vehicle, Tommy fired it up and headed off along the shore road towards the miniature capital city of Portavedra. On the way, they drove by the towering cranes of the cargo port, and the cruise ship dock, where a giant white cruise liner was busily reboarding passengers for an imminent departure. Henrik had to ask, “That man at the baggage counter – he knew who you were and where you live?” Andrew laughed. “Get used to it, Henrik!” Tommy supplied a slightly more helpful answer. “Henrik, in this country I actually became a celebrity without doing anything. Pretty much everyone in Alcantara knows who I am and where I live.” Andrew laughed again. “Don’t be so modest, Uncle Tommy. What he really means, Henrik, is that he didn’t do anything except become the chair of the social sciences department and then the dean of students at the university, co-designed and curated the exhibits at the history museum and the museum of the people of Alcantara, wrote and published a 3-volume history of the country….” “…and married the guy who ended up becoming the President for 15 years,” Markus put in. Tommy laughed. “That last one was what really did the trick. I was actually pretty invisible except among the academics until Rich became so prominent.” With that, they drove into the city, then Tommy turned up onto Hillward Street, pointing out the legislature, the cathedral, and the museum campus to them as the car mounted up the steep, twisting hill. They climbed higher and higher still into the residential district, and then Tommy turned off onto Suncrest Drive, and along the gently curving road before pulling into the driveway of a long, low bungalow, the sort of house that used to be called “ranch style.” “Welcome home, fellows!” They all got out. Tommy led them in through the front door – and Markus and Henrik stopped in amazement at the sheer size and crisp, elegant décor of the broad living-dining-kitchen area. Beyond the room, through the panoramic windows and sliding glass doors, they could see the huge pool. Farther beyond that, in the distance, were the hills on the far side of the city and the blue water of the ocean stretching off into infinity. Tommy then took them down the hall and into the master bedroom suite. “I’m putting you gents in here,” he said. Andrew immediately protested. “Uncle Tommy, you can’t do that! This is your room!” Tommy chuckled. “Actually, I can. After all, I am the manager of this hotel.” He laughed aloud. “I figured with three of you, you would need lots of space – and this room has the biggest closet. And the biggest bed.” He then favoured them with a wink and a dirty grin, before adding, “And the biggest shower!” They all laughed. “I don’t mind at all being in the guest room for a while. If I put you in there, you’d be having to draw straws every night to see which one would be having to sleep on the living room couch.” The doorbell rang, and Tommy said, “That’ll be the bags.” Once he’d tipped the driver generously, over Andrew’s protests that he should be the one to do it, they brought all the bags in. And Tommy made an announcement. “Okay, fellows, the meeting will resume in the pool in ten minutes. Get going!” Actually, it took only about seven minutes for the three of them to get their bags open, get out their swimsuits, and wash off the grime of the journey. Then they headed outside – to find Tommy already in the pool, busily grinding out some laps. They sat on the edge, their feet dangling in the water, and simply watched as Tommy swam back and forth, his elite swimming background and long years of regular lap swimming clearly evident in every stroke. Henrik was especially awed. “I’m not more than a third of his age and I can’t swim anything like that well.” After they’d watched him for five minutes, Tommy stopped at the near end, took off his goggles, and said, “Well? Are you going to just sit there and stare at me all day? Get your asses in here with me!” With that, Andrew stood up and dived neatly in. He had never been in Tommy’s league, but he had gotten some swimming lessons when he was young. Markus followed, also doing not too badly. Henrik stood up last and executed a perfect dive – if a perfectly graceless bellyflop could be counted as perfect. All three of them laughed at him. “Sorry about that,” he apologized. “I never had any swimming lessons.” “Well, what do you expect?” Tommy replied. “Nobody can ever look graceful trying to dive into the water while wearing a pair of baggy board shorts two sizes too big for him. First thing tomorrow, we go shopping and get you a proper swimsuit.” Henrik tried to demur, but Andrew just laughed louder. “Uncle Tommy, stop that! You know perfectly well that you’re trying to check him out, and you can’t see anything interesting when he’s wearing that big sack. I can read you like a book, and you’ve got ‘dirty mind’ shining out of your eyes like a pair of spotlights.” “Damn, busted,” Tommy said, leading the laughter. They swam around in the pool for half an hour, with Tommy giving Henrik a few simple swimming pointers to help him get more at home moving around in the water. Markus was the first one to get chilly, and he climbed out of the pool in his tight black speedo, walking over to the outsized hot tub. Andrew followed a moment later, his yellow speedo plainly see-through-when-wet – and Henrik was plainly seeing. Henrik, then, came over, hot on Andrew’s heels, and Markus said, “Hey, Henrik, just drop those heavy shorts before you climb in. I’m sure this hot tub has seen buck-ass-naked guys before tonight, right, Uncle Tommy?” Henrik skinned down his shorts and got down into the hot tub beside the others. And then Tommy climbed out of the pool, to a chorus of wolf-whistles and cheers from his audience. It was quite obvious that his entire body had been kept just as youthful as his face, and he could definitely hold his own in speedos, too. He sat down in the hot tub with them, smiling complacently, and saying, “It’s amazing what five miles or so of swimming every week will do to keep you young and fit.” After they’d soaked in the hot tub for a few minutes, Tommy asked, “Drinks out here in the hot tub, or go inside and get dressed first?” Everyone opted for getting dressed, as the sun was going down behind the hills and the breeze was feeling cooler. In another twenty minutes, they met back in the living room, and Tommy passed around the cocktail shaker, pouring margaritas for everyone. Then he raised a glass and toasted them: “To my guests, and a warm welcome to my home.” They all drank to that, and then Andrew took his turn. “To my Uncle Tommy, the man who’s done so much to help us all throughout these last difficult months.” That toast was greeted and drunk with loud acclaim. Conversation then revolved around first impressions of Alcantara from Henrik and Markus, until Tommy got up to go and get dinner ready. Then Andrew took the others outside to look at the view of the city and the harbour by night, all illuminated. In time, Tommy called them to the table, and they sat down to a dinner of pan-seared local fish with fruit salsa and green salad. As they ate, they all complimented him on the meal, with Andrew telling the others that Tommy had done some professional chef training when he was younger. Later that night, as they crawled into bed, Andrew asked Henrik if he was having a good time. His response, more serious than Andrew expected, was both insightful and thoughtful. “I really like your uncle. I can tell that he’s been lonely, because he’s making the absolute most of the together time with the three of us. He’s such a kind, thoughtful man, and I think he must have had an amazing life with your birth uncle. And this whole country – it’s not what I expected at all, so much more developed than I thought it would be, but still feeling a lot more European than North American. I can definitely sense why you love it here so much, Andrew.” “They did have an amazing life together, Henrik. I’m glad you could pick up on that.” The three of them settled down into the huge bed together, with Andrew taking the centre position this time. There was no sex play after the long travel day, but there was a fair bit of kissing before they dropped off to sleep. In the morning, it was a different matter. Andrew awoke, as usual, to the sensation of a warm tongue and lips digging away into his ass crack. After a minute of lying there with eyes closed, enjoying the feelings, he snapped up abruptly when he heard Markus saying, “Hey, Henrik, that’s my job you’re doing!” Andrew squirmed around to find that it was Henrik who had been rimming him. And Henrik laughed. “Well, Markus, if you’re looking for something to do, you can start working on my ass if you like. I know you want to.” Just like that, they formed into a three-man rimming chain, with Henrik in the middle, and getting the best of it both ways. Before long, all three of them were moaning audibly. Andrew muttered, “Keep it down, guys, it’s early and we don’t want to wake up Uncle Tommy.” “Fuck,” Henrik chortled, “he’s probably listening in right now with a water glass pressed against the wall!” He then redoubled his assault on Andrew’s beautiful firm round butt, adding a prodding finger to the mix and slowly worming his way inside. Almost as soon as he did that, he felt Markus wiggling a finger into his own hole, and that’s when he realized that he might be getting to fuck Andrew, but he was going to get fucked by Markus at the same time. Henrik was ready, and so was Andrew. He placed the head of his cock against Andrew’s hole, and the hole bloomed, opening up and swallowing him. As he sank in, he felt Markus’s cock prodding against his own ass and did his best to relax, as Andrew had done, and let Markus into him. Markus pushed a little harder, and then Henrik’s muscle gave way and Markus popped the head of his cock inside Henrik. Then he leaned down, and whispered into Henrik’s ear, “Okay, it’s all up to you. Start the train moving whenever you’re ready.” After a moment, Henrik understood what he was saying, and began to pull slowly out of Andrew while Markus held steady behind him. As Henrik came back out of Andrew’s butt, Markus was sinking deep inside him. Once he established the rhythm, he moved easily back and forth between his two partners, diving into Andrew as he pulled away from Markus, and then fucking himself on Markus as he pulled back out of Andrew. Up and down Henrik moved, loving the whole sensation of fucking and being fucked at the same time. He’d never done this before, and the feelings he was getting from it were really intense. Andrew was finding it intense, too. Not only was he feeling Henrik’s big cock probing deep inside him, but he also sensed the weight of the two men pressing down on his back, although neither one was letting his full weight bear down. Andrew felt almost as if both of them were fucking him at the same time. On that thought, and without even thinking about it, he gasped, “I want both of you inside me. Together. Now!” Henrik stopped. Markus asked, “Andrew, are you sure?” “Yes, I want both your cocks inside my ass, now, dammit. Come on! Double fuck me!!!” Markus pulled out of Henrik. Henrik rolled sideways, onto his back, bringing Andrew up on top of him. Then he grabbed Andrew by the shoulders and pulled him down until he was lying on his back on Henrik’s chest, with his legs up and his hole wide open to Markus, even with Henrik’s cock inside him. Markus grabbed the lube, spread it liberally over his cock, slapped some extra onto Andrew’s hole and Henrik’s cock, and then tossed the bottle aside. He moved the tip of his cockhead against Andrew, resting on top of the thick shaft already inside him. Once again, he asked if Andrew was sure, getting a frantic, “Fuck, yeah!” in return. It took a bit of time. Markus had to keep up the pressure for a couple of minutes, but then Andrew’s hole slowly expanded, softened, and yielded to his assault. At last, the head slipped inside. The sensation of being jammed right inside along with Henrik was almost more than Markus could bear, but he slowly bore down until most of his cock was inside Andrew’s widely stretched hole. Andrew himself was moaning and hissing and gasping for air as his ass struggled to come to terms with the massive invasion. Eventually he began to slide off and back on again, a little at a time, and then a little more. His face contorted with a mix of pain and concentration, he slowly fucked himself on the two big dicks inside his body. “Oh, God,” he gasped out, “that feels so fucking…. It hurts, but it’s incredible. Don’t stop! Fuck me, you two big studs, with those big hard dicks!” It was Markus who began pumping first, and Andrew stopped moving, letting Markus do the work. Henrik, on the underside, was incredibly turned on by the feeling of Markus rubbing against his cock, and Andrew’s tightly stretched ass gripping both of them. After a minute, he began moving too, heaving his hips up and down to pump his cock in and out of Andrew’s hole. It was more than any of them could stand for long. Henrik was hitting Andrew’s prostate on every stroke, and suddenly Andrew gasped, shouted, “Oh, fuck!” and began pumping streamers of cum all over Henrik’s ridged abs. A moment later, incredibly turned on by the spasms of Andrew’s hole as it tried to clench around him, Henrik suddenly convulsed, shooting his cum inside Andrew’s ravaged butt. The feeling of the hot cum sloshing around set Markus off, and he pumped another massive load inside Andrew seconds later, twisting and heaving in orgasm and feeling the huge, combined load of sperm leaking out around his tool and dripping slowly down onto Henrik’s balls and thighs. Markus softened first and fell out. Henrik slid out right after him. Andrew held himself there, quivering and gasping as his hole gaped open, unable to shut itself properly after having those two big cocks in him at once. Then his elbows gave out and he collapsed onto Henrik, while Markus rolled aside and lay down next to them, their three dicks all dripping wet and sweat pouring off them. Just then, there came a knock on the door, and before they could even think of what to do, Tommy opened it, eyed them with a knowing grin, winked, and asked, “Coffee or ice water for breakfast, you piggies?” That day, Tommy made good on his word and went shopping, returning with a new bright-blue speedo for Henrik to wear. Henrik modelled it out at the pool, to loud approval from the other three. Tommy gave him some more little lessons in effective swimming, including getting him to put his face under the water, and looked very pleased as he said, “Henrik, you’re a natural! It’s a pity you didn’t get some good swimming training before you became a teenager, but you’re making up lost ground really quickly.” All in all, it was a very relaxing time up there on the hill. The three younger fellows walked down the winding road into the city each day, early enough that the tropical heat and humidity didn’t become oppressive. Afternoons were devoted to the pool and hot tub, and evenings led to more long conversations, with Tommy telling all kinds of stories about his years with Rich. Andrew found himself learning things about his uncle that he had never suspected, all of which went to making him seem even more human and lovable. On the fifth full day of their stay, Andrew and Markus wanted to take a tour through the three museums downtown. Henrik found that idea less interesting, and Tommy offered to take him on a driving tour around the island, a good choice since it was a brilliant sunny day and drier than it had been so far during their visit. Before they all left for the day, Tommy urged Andrew and Markus to meet them at Bahía de la Paz for a swim followed by dinner at the hotel. “Take the number 2 bus from the bus station. It’s just down the hill from the museums. If you catch the three o’clock bus, you’ll be in good time. Give me your towels and stuff, and I’ll bring those in the car, that way you can just wear swimsuits under your clothes.” As the drove around the island, Henrik asked Tommy all kinds of questions about Alcantara. Since Tommy was the pre-eminent scholar of Alcantaran history and culture, Henrik got all kinds of details right from the source that he would only have found otherwise after tedious hours of research. He said as much, and Tommy laughed. “I’ve always enjoyed teaching my students about this country. The only difference was that I used to get well-paid for the privilege of getting to do it.” For lunch they stopped at a little roadside café on the point of land nearest to the neighbouring island of Isabella, and sat on the patio, enjoying the view of the towering peak across the water as they wolfed down some lightly battered amberjack bites with an incredible sweet and spicy chili dip, which Tommy highly recommended. While they were eating, Tommy explained all about the open-pit diamond mine on the slopes of that mountain – the main source of the country’s phenomenal prosperity. After lunch he drove them up to the lookout on the crest of Saddle Mountain, the best spot on Alcantara from which to see both other islands at once: Isabella to the southwest and the coral atoll of Serafina, with the airport, to the northeast. Then Tommy looked at his watch, and said, “We’d better head for Bahía de la Paz now, so we don’t keep the others waiting.” Down the mountain road, back through the city and past the port area, and then they arrived at the beach parking lot at just about three o’clock. Tommy urged Henrik to shed his clothes and catch some rays on the sand, while he went to sit on the terrace of the hotel. “When the others arrive, I’ll get a tray of drinks all around.” Henrik peeled off his clothes, surprised to feel no self-consciousness on his first public outing in a speedo. He lay down on his back on a towel, popped his sunglasses back on, and just laid there with his eyes closed, thinking about what a beautiful day he’d had, not least about how much better he now understood the love that had held Tommy and Rich together for nearly half a century, and still guided all of Tommy’s dealings with his nephews. And I guess I have to consider myself a nephew now, too, he thought as he glanced up at Tommy, who was watching him with a reminiscent smile from the terrace. Meanwhile, Andrew and Markus had bought a day pass for all three museums, visiting the history museum and the Museum of the People of Alcantara before lunch. They were intrigued to learn that the nineteenth-century mansion, Hillward Hall, which housed the history museum had been the Presidential Palace, until Rich had left it in favour of his own home which – truth be told – was both more palatial and more regally situated, high up on the hill. They then solemnly posed for pictures at the dedication plaque in the atrium of the Museum of the People, which commemorated the official naming of the museum building as Dunnatore Hall, in honour of Uncle Rich when he retired from the Museum Board. For lunch, they sat out at one of the outdoor cafés on the Cathedral Square, having croissant sandwiches with café au lait, and feeling more European than any other place west of the Atlantic that they’d ever seen. They then devoted a solid hour to the museum of the Alcantaran environment in Seaward Hall, a particular interest area for both of them. It was about twenty after three when the bus stopped at the midpoint of the beach. Andrew and Markus jumped off, removed their shoes, and began walking out onto the sand. “I remember this beach perfectly. Most of what I’ve seen while I’m here has not turned up yet in my memories of the past, but this place looks exactly the way I pictured it,” Markus said wistfully. They took each other’s hand and strolled down towards the edge of the water, where the gentle waves were washing hypnotically up onto the shore. “It’s not so placid when they get hit by a nor’easter storm,” Andrew said with a chuckle. “But right now it’s perfect.” They turned their steps towards the hotel, and Andrew said, “See them yet?” Markus replied, “There he is,” gesturing at Henrik, and that’s when Andrew spotted the tall, lean man in a blue speedo stretched out on a towel. And then he stopped, gasping aloud. “What’s wrong, Andrew?” “Markus, I just remembered a dream I had. It was the night when you called me from wherever you were hiding out. I just realized what an idiot I was to not understand what that dream was trying to tell me. It wasn’t an ordinary dream; it was a prevision. What just happened now, that was exactly what happened in my dream, and you said the exact same words that you said just now as you pointed at Henrik.” “Any thoughts?” “Well, you know that this is a place which was so important to my Uncle Rich. I think he may have been trying to talk to me in my dreams, telling me that a triad was the way our lives were going to go.” “Wow, Andrew that’s pretty weird – certainly something more than just coincidence. Look, there’s Tommy coming down from the hotel terrace and it looks like he’s bringing refreshments.” “What are we waiting for, then?” “I don’t know, you’re the one who stopped walking. Let’s move it, that pitcher – looks like sangria -- is just going to get warm if we don’t hurry up.” Arriving by Henrik, they popped open a bag which Tommy had brought and hauled out more towels, then they peeled off their clothes too. In a few minutes, all of them were stretched out on the sand, enjoying the warmth of the tropical sun and hating the idea of going home to Vancouver’s notoriously rainy and windy winter. A couple of rounds of sangria framed a leisurely swim in the ocean, one taken for pleasure rather than exercise. As they were stretching out again after the swim, Tommy remarked, apropos nothing at all, “I should have gotten red instead.” The other three just looked at him. “Sorry, I was reminiscing again. If the turning point in a person’s life has a spot on the map, right here on the sand is where my ‘x’ would have to go. When I’d been in Alcantara for a year and a half, teaching at the university – I was still in my twenties – I came down to the beach here one day. As I was sunning, I saw a very good-looking young guy come down from the hotel terrace, spread out a towel, and then pull his clothes off, just as you fellows did. He laid down here to get some rays, and all I could think was, ‘I have to talk to him.’ “I picked up my stuff and walked over here to say hello, asking if we hadn’t met before. He said he couldn’t tell unless I took my sunglasses off, so I told him to do the same. Right away, I recognized him as the hot lawyer I’d met at an embassy reception in Ottawa twenty months earlier. We swam together, we talked, we had a killer dinner up there on the terrace, and he invited me back to his room – that night, and the next night, and for the whole rest of the week before his holidays ended. And I gave him a name. He introduced himself as Rick, telling me that his mom and grandma called him Ricky. I said I wouldn’t call him Rick or Ricky because it sounded too college-kid-jock. I said, ‘You’re Rich.’ From then on, he was -- and by the end of the week we were a couple.” After a long silence, during which a few teary eyes got wiped dry, Andrew said, “So this is where you met. Wow.” Henrik, ever practical, put in, “And the red? What about that?” Tommy laughed. “Rich was wearing red speedos that day! You’d have looked even more like him, lying on the beach, if I’d bought you red instead of blue.” That made them all laugh. After more conversation, and a long, leisurely dinner on the hotel terrace, they piled back into the car, with bags on laps a necessity, and drove home. The beauty of a winter holiday in Alcantara, as Andrew had long known and the others were learning, was that you could do everything, or nothing, in whatever proportions and for as long as you felt like it. One thing the three younger men often felt like was some more energetic, not to say acrobatic, sex. They learned to put up with Tommy’s not-quite-subtle sarcasm and meaning expressions after they’d had one of their noisy fuck sessions. As all good things must come to an end, the last day of their holiday drew near. On the final full day, Markus had dragged Andrew downtown for some shopping, but Henrik sat quietly in the living room, musing on the strange turn his life had taken. Tommy came in, bringing a pitcher of iced tea, which he’d learned Henrik liked, and asked, “Anything wrong? Want to talk?” “I think I would. If that’s okay, Unc… I mean, Tommy.” “Henrik, I’d be honoured if you would call me ‘Uncle Tommy’ as the others do.” “Thanks, Uncle Tommy. Well, here it is. I’m still feeling a bit uncertain about this triad thing, if this is really the right thing for me to do. And I feel bad about that, because I was the one saying we all had to agree to go all in or it was no use. And now, I’m the one getting second thoughts and cold feet.” Tommy pondered that. “What kinds of second thoughts?” “Oh, things like what happens if one of us changes his mind, or what if one of us meets someone else, stuff like that. I guess it’s partly because I had one short relationship that cracked up after only a month or so, and then one really bad one that was complete hell to get out of.” He took a deep gulp of his iced tea. “And now, I begin to wonder if I’m even cut out to commit to something like this, or if I’ve been burned so badly that I can’t ever really commit again.” “Henrik, those are perfectly reasonable doubts to have, and there’s nothing wrong with you because such thoughts float through your head – as long as you don’t let those negative ideas rule you. Look, I’m going to share something with you, and I hope nobody will get mad at me for spilling the beans. Rich and I each had two bad experiences before we met each other. Andrew had a couple of short but bad ones in college – Rich and I spent quite a few hours on the phone, talking him through those. Markus told me he’d had some bad experiences in Germany before he moved to Canada to escape the last one. “I guess what I’m saying is that bad experiences and relationships that turn sour are part of life. Most people have them. It’s not good if you obsess over them, or if you let them cut you off from other possibilities, but just know that you aren’t alone in struggling with your past. But look at where it went. Rich and I committed to each other, then we married, and we were together for almost fifty years before he died – just about a year ago now. Andrew and Markus landed with the right pairing too, and married, and they’ve been together for over 20 years. And now, they’ve opened up their relationship to become a triad with you and done it quickly and willingly. You are now just as much a part of their lives as they are for each other, and I can see that what wasn’t there to begin with is starting to appear now – Andrew loving you, and you loving Markus. “You can kill so much of the joy and excitement in your life by letting those awful doubts – those ‘but what if?’ thoughts – control you. Set them aside. If something does happen, time enough then to deal with it, but for now, take your life in all its richness and live it as fully and whole-heartedly as you can. There’s no substitute for that, and no better way to live.” Henrik sat, quietly, absorbing what Tommy had said, and at last he spoke. “Thank you, Uncle Tommy. I guess I really knew all of that already, but I needed to hear you pull it up and put it into words so I couldn’t miss the significance of it all. And now I know exactly why Andrew and Markus always get that happy look on their faces when they talk about you. The way you always know just how to explain everything and clear the air – det er fedt!” Tommy’s look contained equal measures of pleasure and confusion. “Sorry, Tommy, I just slipped back into Danish. That means ‘it’s awesome’ – more or less.” “Henrik, you three are going to be just fine, and I hope you’ll remain that way for many a year. Give me a hug to seal the deal.” The two of them hugged strongly, whole-heartedly, sealing their new uncle-nephew relationship forever. As they held each other close, Henrik realized that he too had changed – he had finally found the courage to set aside all his doubts and, as he’d said weeks ago to the others, to go all in. Just then, Andrew and Markus walked in the door. “Well,” Andrew said, “what’s made you two go all emotional like that? Henrik, was he comforting you because I swiped the last two slices of pizza yesterday?” Everyone laughed, and Tommy said, “Come on, boys, it’s getting on, and we need to squeeze in another swim before the sun goes down.” They dispersed to the rooms to get changed. Andrew and Markus got to the terrace first and started off in the hot tub. When Tommy arrived a minute later, he dived right into the pool and swam half a dozen quick laps before joining them in the hot tub. As they soaked peacefully in the bubbling water, Markus suddenly said, “Hey! We’re missing Henrik.” Andrew asked, “Where is he?” Tommy replied, “He had a phone call. He’ll be out in a minute.” Just then, Henrik slid open the glass door from the living room and stepped through – and Andrew gasped again. “What, Andrew? Your dream again?” Markus asked. “Yes, it was.” With that, Andrew proceeded to tell the three of them all about the dream he’d had, and how he now saw it was a prevision of their afternoon on the beach and this moment on the patio. Tommy smiled. “Rich was talking to you again, Andrew. And this was before you called me to ask about how to handle the situation with Markus and Henrik’s true confessions, wasn’t it?” Andrew nodded. “That Rich. He’d figured out about this triad before any of the rest of us. Rich always seemed to catch on to everything before I did, and he’s still at it.” He shook his head slowly and reminiscently for a moment, and then snapped out of it. “One more swim, come on!” They all climbed out of the tub and dived back into the pool and swam laps back and forth for another fifteen minutes. Even Henrik was now holding his own reasonably well. When Andrew complimented him on the improvement, he pointed to Tommy’s lessons, but Tommy scoffed at that. “Hah! You just needed to shed all that dead weight, ten kilos of wet cotton. You swim a lot better without those outsize baggy shorts. And you look a lot better without them, too – really sleek and sexy.” Immediately, Markus and Andrew moved in on either side of Henrik. Andrew spoke for all of them. “Sorry, Uncle Tommy, you can’t have him. He’s taken.” Tommy laughed joyously, as the three younger guys kissed each other. That night, as they lay together in bed, Henrik told Andrew and Markus briefly about his long conversation with Tommy. “I needed that chance to air my doubts, and for him to remind me that we all have shadows in our past, but we can still live and love fully in spite of those bad moments. And I really want to live, and love, with both of you, just as much as I possibly can.” And with that, he turned to Markus. “I love you, Markus.” Markus’s eyes teared right up as Henrik said that to him for the first time ever. Andrew realized immediately what a significant moment this was, and he in turn spoke. “All of us want to live this life, fully, together. I love you, Henrik.” And with that, quietly and naturally, the two links missing from the triad were completed. Now they were all kissing each other, murmuring their love to each other, and their cocks were filling rapidly -- but there was an unspoken agreement that they wanted to take plenty of time, to live fully in the moment, that tonight was more about affirming their mutual love than about getting their rocks off. Henrik went first, slowly moving around until the was on top of Markus, Markus wrapped his arms and legs around Henrik, stroking his firm muscled body, feeling a strong rush of love and gratitude for this man who had worked so hard to bring his damaged limbs back to full life. Henrik moved his body slowly, sliding back and forth on top of Markus, their hard cocks rubbing against each other as they continued kissing. Andrew got down between Henrik’s legs and began tonguing Markus’ hole, guessing where their lovemaking would end up. The combined effect of Henrik’s kisses and Andrew’s tongue soon had Markus gasping for air and writhing slowly on the bed, his hands now squeezing as well as stroking Henrik while Henrik kept sliding back and forth on top of him. Markus broke their kisses to look Henrik in the eye and say, “I want you now. I want to feel you inside me, like I’ve never felt you before.” Andrew took the cue and backed off from the hole, then took Henrik’s cock, lubed it up with his spit, and placed the tip against Markus’ tight hole. Henrik leaned, and Markus immediately relaxed and opened, taking it in, wanting it, letting Henrik slowly sink all the way inside him. Andrew now pulled back, wanting to savour for the first time this rare experience of watching these two men that he loved so much making love together. Henrik may have been young, but he certainly knew how to pace himself. He continued his slow, gentle fucking of Markus for twenty nonstop minutes, without any letup in the easy stroking of his body or the soft, loving kissing going on between them. Andrew was near to tears as he watched them bonding so firmly, knowing that his vision of the triad was at last coming to full flower and that these two were sharing the love between them in every way they knew how to do. At last, Henrik could feel his orgasm approaching, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Markus sensed it, and murmured, “Give it to me, Henrik. Give me all you have. Love me, Henrik, with all you have to give me.” Even then, Henrik didn’t speed up. He simply kept pumping slowly and gently in and out, until his cock convulsed, and the seed flowed out of him into Markus, filling him up. At last Henrik let himself slip out of Markus, but they continued to embrace and hold each other close. Now, they each reached out an arm to draw Andrew to them as well, and the three-way kissing continued for some time. Then Andrew felt his cock beginning to stiffen, and he knew just what to do. It was his turn to finish the triad, to make love to Henrik. And he wanted to. He needed to. His heart ached to finish what they had all started, to complete the bonds they had been building among themselves. Henrik knew it too. He rolled onto his back, lifting his legs, and said, “I’m ready now. I want you inside me, Andrew. I want you to love me and breed me.” Markus passed Andrew the lube, and Andrew prepared his cock and Henrik’s hole. Then, it was time for Markus to watch as Andrew put the finishing touches on their masterpiece. With his cock deep inside Henrik, he covered his partner’s face with kisses, telling Henrik how much he loved him and how much he wanted Henrik to feel loved and needed, wanted and valued. As he spoke, he kept pumping slowly and steadily into Henrik’s muscled ass until he couldn’t hold it any longer, and let his sperm flow, coating Henrik’s tube with his seed. As he was cumming inside Henrik, Markus was busily working on Henrik’s cock with his mouth, drawing another load out of him and deep into his own throat. Then they separated, but remained together, bodies touching bodies, lips pressed to lips, and arms draped over chests as they all fell asleep in an incredible unity. In the morning, the boys awoke early. After that unforgettable round of intense, loving sex before falling asleep, they’d all slept deeply and contentedly, snuggled closely up against each other. Now, they headed out for an early quick dip in the pool, followed by a leisurely sit in the hot tub. It was quiet and peaceful. A few early trucks could be heard away down the hill on the main island road, and somewhere in the distance a rooster crowed, but otherwise there was no sound. As they sat there, arms around each other, the sky in the east was gradually colouring up more and more. With just enough clouds to spread the colour around, the show was spectacular, and especially when the sun lifted over the horizon. Andrew sighed. “A perfect sunrise to end a perfect holiday.” Markus added, “A perfect holiday with the two men I love.” Henrik put in, “You fellows have been a true sunrise to me, showing me that I’m not a lost cause and I can live a full and happy life. I love you both so much.” They all kissed each other as they sat there in the bubbling water. Tommy was watching them from inside, his face expressing real contentment and deep happiness for his family. As they were eating breakfast an hour or so later, Tommy said, “The van will be here for your bags at ten o’clock. They’ll tag the bags right through to Vancouver for you. Then I need to get you down to the terminal by eleven, so you’ll get on the boat to the airport in time for your flight.” They all nodded. “It’s going to be very quiet here when you’ve gone,” he added sadly. Henrik spoke up, “Uncle Tommy, it may be a while before all of us can get away to come down here again, but you know you’re always welcome to fly up and see us in Vancouver.” Andrew and Markus smiled broadly at hearing Henrik address him as “Uncle Tommy,” and Tommy himself smiled just as happily at the thought of seeing his three nephews sooner rather than later. When the van driver arrived, Henrik’s bag was still missing. “Henrik, the van is here!” “Be right out.” And a moment later out he came, bag in hand, and wearing a t-shirt none of them had seen before. The pre-printed slogan read, “GO BIG OR GO HOME.” But Henrik had crossed out the “OR” and added, in black marker, “AND,” right above it. “GO BIG AND GO HOME.” Markus and Andrew had puzzled looks on their faces, but Tommy’s face split from ear to ear in a huge smile – he understood exactly what Henrik meant. As the aircraft lifted away from the runway and soared into the sky, Henrik, now in the window seat on the right side, got a grandstand view of the steep hills of the island of Alcantara, and the beautiful city of Portavedra rising all around its harbour. He managed to pick out Tommy’s house, high up on the hillside. Straining his eyes, he made out the figure of a man – he knew it had to be Tommy -- standing on the terrace, waving farewell to them. “Until the next time, Uncle Tommy,” he whispered – and he waved back. Epilogue: Nine Years Later The Gang of Three, as they now jokingly called themselves, turned the key and walked into the house on Suncrest Drive. Everything looked the same, but it now felt empty and desolate. Andrew spoke quietly. “It was a beautiful service. I have to write a letter of thanks to the Premier for arranging the honour guard, and to the President for deferring to her predecessor to give the eulogy. Mikael Groening had known both of them for years, and gave the eulogy at Rich’s funeral, so he was the perfect person to speak about Tommy, as well.” Markus and Henrik hugged him, holding him close. They’d all loved Tommy, no question, but his presence in Andrew’s life went back the farthest, and it was not surprising that Andrew was feeling the loss most acutely. He’d been notified from the hospital in Portavedra that Tommy had died, swiftly and without pain. Fittingly, he had suffered a massive heart attack while doing what he had loved all his life grinding out laps in the community pool with his usual energy. The three of them all felt it was the most perfect end possible – quite literally, Tommy had died with his speedos on. And how many 81-year-old men could say as much? A few hours later, there had come a second phone call from a lawyer, informing Andrew that he was designated as Tommy’s executor. He had packed a bag and flown to Alcantara the next day, while Markus and Henrik had followed a few days later, well in time for the funeral. They’d hugged and held each other through numerous bouts of tears, and through laughing reminiscences of their remarkable uncle. On arriving in Portavedra, Andrew had wasted no time getting his status as executor certified. He was then able to claim Tommy’s personal belongings from the hospital, including the keys to the house. The lawyer had informed Andrew that a small note attached to the original of the will informed him that a longer personal letter would be found on the copy of the will in Tommy’s desk. The three of them decided to postpone visiting the house until after the funeral. Now, they were here. Markus and Henrik headed for the kitchen and busied themselves whipping up an improvised meal out of the contents of the freezer, while Andrew headed into the study and began going into Tommy’s desk. It took him no time at all. The will, with the letter attached, was right in the centre drawer, resting on a padded brown paper envelope, thick and weighty. He looked at the envelope first. On it were prominently printed these words: This envelope is NOT to be opened. It is to be delivered intact to the administrative offices of the Alcantaran Museums, in Dunnatore Hall, and retained securely there. It is not to be opened under any circumstances until after the fiftieth (50th) anniversary of my death which occurred on _________________________. Andrew filled in the date of Tommy’s death, “November 17, 2061.” Underneath it he added, “November 17, 2111.” He then set the envelope aside. He would deliver it to the museum offices later. Now he took up the hand-written letter on the will. He read it through once, then again, and started a third time, when he realized that the writing was growing blurry. He dropped it and just sat there, the tears pouring freely down his face. Markus came in, found Andrew crying his eyes out, and knelt down, wrapping his arms around Andrew who dropped his head onto Markus’ shoulder. A moment later, Henrik joined them. He placed his arms across both of their shoulders, as they all wept for the loss of the kind man who had loved and encouraged them all, and who had helped them to find their way into the triad relationship which still nourished and sustained all three of them. At last, Andrew cried himself out. Markus helped him up, and said, “Come on, let’s eat lunch. We can do this part later.” Over lunch, the mood became positively hilarious as they popped open a bottle of champagne from the wine cellar, and reminisced about Tommy’s wicked sense of humour, his snarky remarks about their noisy sexual antics, and the way he’d bought Henrik his first speedo to save himself the hassle of trying to undress Henrik with his eyes through the baggy board shorts he used to wear. After lunch, when they were all feeling better, Andrew got the papers from the study and sat down with Markus and Henrik, then read them the letter. It was dated barely a month earlier. “My dear, dear Andrew, Markus, and Henrik, “I know that my time is coming, although the doctor keeps hemming and hawing. I’m ready. I’m not afraid. I’ve had a long and full life, including all of my many years with Rich. Next to him, the biggest joy of my life has been the time I’ve been able to spend with the three of you, here or in Vancouver, over the last decade. I could have died of loneliness after Rich had gone, but there was no way you were going to let that happen. I am so grateful to you all. “You three are the only family I have left. My parents are long gone, of course, and my younger brother died childless. In the old days, this would have been the tragedy of all tragedies to a Japanese man, to see the end of the family name, but I now know better. It’s the family heart that matters, and the heart and soul that Rich and I nurtured lives on strongly, in all of you. “As always, the will is full to the brim with technical legalese crap (which Rich would have just loved, being a lawyer!). Put simply, there is a bequest of a million dollars to the university to establish the Tomoyoshi/Dunnatore Memorial Scholarships (Hah! Finally, I get to go before Rich!). The remainder of the estate, including the house, passes to Andrew, for legality and simplicity’s sake. This letter, though, is to make sure you all understand that it is a bequest to the three of you as a family unit. “You may be shocked at the size of the estate, but you should know that your Uncle Rich was the son of a wealthy man, as well as being a substantial earner as a lawyer in his own right and a lifelong shrewd investor. My salary from the university and a bequest from my parents didn’t do any harm either. “Along with the will, I am enclosing a two-month-old valuation of the house. This remains valid for twelve months as an estate document, so will hopefully serve you for that purpose too. “I hope this bequest will allow you not only to live your lives as you wish, without money worries, but also to give substantial support to such community causes as you feel are important to you. “With all my love to all three of you, “Uncle Tommy.” They sat in silence. Then Andrew picked up his champagne flute, which he’d brought from the lunch table. “Here’s to our Uncle Tommy, a man who gave us the best of himself every year while he was alive. He’s treated us royally in his will, but that is the least of the gifts he’s given us. To Uncle Tommy!” They all drank the toast. Then Andrew, all business, gathered up the papers and said, “I’ll take this stuff down to the lawyer’s office tomorrow. I’m planning to appoint them as trustees to administer the estate, so I don’t have to stay here for weeks on end to do it myself. After that, I guess I should go to a realtor to start the process of selling the house for us. Any questions?” Henrik asked simply, “Why?” “Why what?” “Why sell the house? Think about it, Andrew. We’re going to be very wealthy men, by any standard. You already own our condo in Vancouver outright. Once the estate is completed, you’re going to be a dual landowner. Why not take advantage of both? Think of the benefits: we can come and go as we please, no worries about hotel availability. We can stay here as long as we like, up to six months at a time. Summer in Vancouver, winter in Alcantara, friends and social life in both places. What’s not to like about that?” Andrew looked thoughtful; it was plain that this possibility hadn’t occurred to him. Markus, though, wasn’t quite so sure. “What about work for you, though, Henrik? It’s all very well for the two of us. Andrew is self-employed and works mostly online now, I’m working part-time, and we’re both getting closer to retirement age anyway, but you’ve got a while longer to go.” Henrik chuckled. “I already covered that. The last time we were here, in February, I went one day to the hospital and talked my way through to the head of therapy services. She told me that they always have to scramble if one of their regulars gets injured or ill, or to cover holiday periods. They’ve sometimes had to fly in casual therapy workers from the U.S.A., from Canada, even from Europe. Having a qualified therapist here for months at a time, ready and willing to work on a short term or casual basis would be a godsend for them. And I’m sure I can do the same thing in Vancouver, using my time there to keep my qualifications current.” Andrew slowly smiled. “I’m impressed, Henrik. You’re more foresighted than I am. It’s pretty obvious to see that you’re on board with the idea of keeping the house. Markus?” “Oh, I am too. I just wondered how that would work for Henrik. I’d love to still have this place for us, with all of its special memories.” “And new memories still to be made here, too,” Henrik added. Andrew chuckled. “Okay, then. It’s unanimous. We keep the house – and the condo. And we commit to the life of three jet-setting gayboys, continually whipping back and forth without a care in the world.” They all laughed and hugged each other happily. Then Henrik said, “Come on! Let’s seal the deal with a swim!” Andrew intervened. “Henrik, for now the house is the property of the estate. It isn’t ours yet. Legally, we aren’t entitled to use it.” Markus put in the last word. “Fuck legality! Let’s go for it! Skinny dip!!!” In no time, he tore off his clothes, dashed outside, and leaped into the pool with Henrik and Andrew hot on his heels, the three of them joyfully plunging naked into the water in broad daylight. ************************* For anyone who's read and enjoyed this story, but missed the previous chapters, you can also find the story of Rich and Tommy in this forum. It's called "Affairs of State."

I’m on annual leave just now so have a lot of time to whore it up, so that’s what I did last night. I arrived at the sauna at around 7pm. After a good clean out and shower, I went cruising. Saturdays can be more a miss than a hit, full of bottoms and prissy twinks, all high on shit. Not this night, daddy’s ruled the roost tonight and they were in the mood to fuck. I was loaded up at least a dozen times, an arse full of cum when I left by about midnight. Here are the highlights The basement has some glory holes on 2 levels, a porno screen and some benches. It was busy here all night and is where I got fucked the most. When I arrived I saw a big, big lad playing. In no way attractive, except for the huge monster cock on him. Lucky lad. Good job too, he’d have trouble fucking with an average cock. I saw him at the glory holes a while later, his monster cock erect but downward pointing it was so long and girthy. I got to work, sucking him for a few minutes. Oral is a means to anal so I darted upstairs to be beside him and got back to sucking. I made sure I was in a position to have my hole accessible and in easy reach. Sure enough, I felt some fingers probing my insatiable cunt so I made it obvious I wanted fucked. Being the first cock of the night, this monster made me wince, but I’m a well used slut so pain soon turned to enjoyment. My bottle of French poppers certainly helped, which I offered to my alpha top. He got into rhythm, slowly building up the pace and depth of the fucks. He blew a massive load and was out of there in a jiffy. For a big lad he could move quite fast. This was the starter before the main event however, the next time he fucked me was phenomenal. I went upstairs and found a cabin, ass up and head down. I love this position, watching the trade pass by, wondering who would stop for a feel. Only a few minutes passed before an older daddy of mid to late 50s stopped, pulled the door shut and got into position. He was on good shape too, and hung. Well, this daddy liked to take his time. He had me in various positions over the next 20 mins or so, he was in charge. He was verbal when he blew his load in my sloppy hole, the punters knew another breeding had taken place. I was bred several more times, in the sling and once in the steam room. I went upstairs to the dark room and found an extremely muscled daddy stroking. We kissed, his stubble brushing against my big bushy beard. We felt each others hairy chests, his hard and clipped, mine more natural. He seemed to like it as he kissed me some more, more passion this time. I asked him if he wanted to fuck, which thankfully he did so he followed me to a cabin. We kissed some more, I turned around and his rock hard cock entered my cunt. He was well hung too, uncut (as most are here), thick at 7 or 8 inches. Beautiful cock to look at, but especially to feel in my hole. He didn’t last long, my well used fuck hole was too much and I felt every contraction of his cock as he blew in me. We exchanged pleasantries and I went back downstairs. The big lad was back, batteries recharged and hard again. He was watching some lads fooling around on the bench, stroking. When I went over I turned away, so my hole was in reach, I looked over and another daddy was looking on, opposite. He looked at me intensely, stroking his above average cock which was at full mast. I thought, maybe big lad would like some sloppy seconds (or 10ths as it was by now tbh), l there’s nothing hotter than witnessing a breeding and slipping in right after. I turned back around and new daddy was in my hole in a flash. He banged away, grunting as he built up the tension. He blew his load in me after about 5 mins, collapsing ontop of me, his cock spent. When he slipped out, cum dribbled down my leg. I spun around and the big lad was in me again. He called me a dirty slut and faggot whore as he stretched my fuck hole once again. He was good the first time, fucking phenomenal the second. I got a right good fucking, he verbalised he was gonna cum as the last load of the night filled my guts. I went home filled with cum, slept soundly with a cum puddle in my bed in the morning. Can’t wait for next Saturday.

I am Dutch but I have lived and worked for 5 years from 2007 till 2012 in the UK. For me the UK at that time was a MEKKA with cruising spots. Cottaging, parkings, woods, beaches, and gay saunas. I lived in Greater London with lots of saunas. On occasion I drove also to Brighton. I had 3 saunas there I loved to go too. One was a Older (interior) sauna 2 stores high. It was a bid old and sleazy..... and the most visitors where older guys. I do remember my first visit there. When I came in I was looked ad like fresh meat. After getting naked I went around to look a the place And I liked the sleaziness of the place. I also noticed that a few older guys where behind following me. I had my towel over my shoulder so they could see my semi ridged cock. There was a smal darkroom I went in it was pretty dark and I lay down on a bench. Just lying there listening and smelling the horny smells my cock was grabbed and a warm mouth started to give it the first blowjob. It did not matter that my cock was with a proper strong cocks smell..... had not washed it for several days. What then happend was mind blowing horny. I noticed that my body got grabbed by more hands.... more guys. My cock went from mouth to mouth. I heard more heavy breeding and several mouths where licking sucking my cock, balls and nippels. They also tried to kiss me on my mouth (but I do not do/like that). My cock got rock hard and that is when I noticed that a guy stepped over me with one leg. Another guy was still holding jerking my cock and positioned my cock between the ass cheeks of the guy that stepped over me. He than just pinned his very open, sloppy wett ass over my cock in one smooth move. He first sat seconds on my cock moving his hips around an then stated to ride my rockhard cock slowly. It felt very good and even got better as another guy started to lick my Cocks haft, balls and the guy his ass while he was riding my cock. All got more and more wett and sticky. And after minutes of riding my cock the guy stepped of my cock and the other guy stepped on and took over with his ass sliding over my cock. His mate than did the same licking the shaft of my cock, my balls and even took my cock out of his friends ass and sucked it clean so he could let it slip up his ass again and again. These guys used my cock without letting me shoot my cum that way for I think 30 min before one of them ride me to the finish shooting a big load of cum up his ass. His friend than came down on us and started licking cleaning when he lifted his ass slowly from my cock. He enjoyed it and me too. That has been one very horny darkroom experience for me.

Part 15: Welcome Peter A week had passed since Dominic and I had fucked Pastor Kline, and keeping to what Dominic had told him, Pastor Kline routinely came to my office for “private meetings” in which I unloaded in his ass as much poz cum as possible. Then, he’d drink my piss, collecting his own in a travel mug which he drank from throughout the day. At one point, the secretary almost walked in on us, but we were able to pull ourselves together in time. Sooner or later someone was bound to walk in on us. Pastor Kline came to Dominic’s apartment a few nights, offering his hole and mouth to us without hesitation. Though I didn’t mind the taste of piss, though it wasn't my first choice of kink, I sensed that Dominic was happy to have found someone who loved the taste as much as Pastor Kline. At one point, he laid down in the bathtub and we both pissed on him at the same time. Another night, Dominic unloaded an entire day’s worth of piss into Pastor Kline’s hole, large amounts squirting out around Dominic’s dick as Pastor Kline’s insides ran out of room. There was no doubt in my mind that Pastor Kline had found his true purpose. He was a cum loving, piss drinking, poz dick seeking pig. When I saw his lust, I thought of Jay. I hadn’t heard from him since he disappeared on me. I thought of texting him, calling him, but I stopped myself each time. While I understood what he did, I still found myself angry. If he had asked, would I have fucked him bare? Would I have given him what he wanted? I fucked Pastor Kline, giving him the toxic loads he craved. If Jay had been honest with me, would I have done the same for him? Would I have converted my own brother? With the amount of time that had passed, it was possible that he could have started converting or was about to. I called my other brother, asking if he had heard anything. “Not since he disappeared that morning,” he told me. “I think he ran off to find some pussy. The guy couldn’t go a few days without his dick inside something. He’s probably shacked up somewhere, going through a box of condoms like they’re free.” Something in the way he said this made me think he wished this is what he was doing instead. Were we all sexual deviants? Did we all think with our dicks? “I say call him,” Dominic said. “Invite him over. If he’s still negative, we can help fix his little issue together.” I wanted to tell Dominic that we weren’t doing that to Jay, but my dick got hard at the thought of having him beneath me again, our bodies close. I craved to have my brother with me again. Each time I stared at his number, I found myself unable to hit send. I just hoped he was alright. I just wanted to make sure that whatever happened to him was what he wanted. I had a check-up with Dr. Wade in which he ended up bent over his examination table, my dick pounding into his ass harder than last time. The moment Dominic told Dr. Wade about Jay, our collected horniness caused all our pants to drop. "How do you find the most interesting men?" Dr. Wade asked Dominic, his hands reaching back, grabbing my hips. "He's not the only one we've pulled into the mix," Dominic told him, detailing our fuck session with Pastor Kline. "I've got to start going to church again," Dr. Wade said, his dick unloading a thick cum load between his abs and the examination table. There was a knock on my door Friday morning, over more than a week having gone by since our first night fucking Pastor Kline. We hadn't been caught yet, and no one suspected anything as far as we knew. Pastor Kline’s head popped inside my office, a smile on his face. “How’s it going, Will?” he said. “Fine,” I told him, watching as he came inside and closed the door. “Thought you might need to use the restroom,” he said, kneeling down at my feet behind my desk. “As a matter of fact, I do,” I said, unzipping my pants, pulling my dick out. He leaned forward and slipped my dick inside his mouth, looking up to me and nodding. I started to piss. “Feeling any different yet?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Don’t worry,” I told him. “Not everyone is like me. It took only one night for Dominic to poz me, but it can take a few sessions before you convert.” “I’m not worried,” Pastor Kline said, finishing my piss. He stood up and kissed me, a bit of my piss still clinging to his tongue. “It’ll happen eventually.” “In the meantime, I guess we’ll have to keep fucking your ass full of poz cum.” “If you must, you must,” he said, smiling. "I love having you and Dominic deep inside me. I finally feel myself filled with something worthwhile." "We're always happy to help." "I know Dominic is bigger," Pastor Kline said, running his fingers along my shaft, "but, in my opinion, you've got the better dick." 'That's just because it's attached to me," I said. "Doesn't matter the reason," he told me. “Look, I wanted to talk to you about one of our members.” “Which one?” I asked. “Peter Flanagan,” he said. Peter Flanagan was a married man with a wife who was involved with every group at the church. She was a busy body, her nose in everyone’s business. I worked with her several times as she ran events from Christmas pageants to summer cookouts. She was nice, but she was annoying. She was type of person you expected had parents who told her she was a princess, and she believed it. “What about him?” “Well, I told you that I thought there were a few men in the church like us.” He raised an eyebrow, indicating what he meant. “You think Peter is gay?” “I’m almost positive,” Pastor Kline said. “How do you know?” “In all the years I’ve known him, there has always been something about Peter, as if there was a secret he was hiding. Whenever I’d talk to him about his wife, he’d talk about her as if it was a pain to him. That, and I’ve noticed him glancing at other men in the church.” “Not a lot to go off of.” “At last year’s men’s retreat, you remember, we went to that camp. When we were in the showers, I was obviously checking out all the other men, and I realized that I wasn’t the only one. I saw Peter watching some of the other men changing, and though I didn’t see his dick clearly, I could see his towel tenting.” "Sometimes that happens in the showers." "I think I saw him trying to take pictures in the locker room," Pastor Kline pushed. I shook my head. Peter was a handsome man. His dark brown hair and green eyes were gorgeous, his light stubble a real turn-on. He was fit, evident from our yearly church grounds cleaning when everyone would pitch in to tidy up. I’d seen him carry heavy bags of mulch, noticing his muscular arms. He wasn’t overly muscular, but you knew he kept himself regular at the gym. Just the idea caused by dick to jump, something Pastor Kline noticed. “Do you want me to blow you?” “I’m fine,” I told him. “Look, I’d like to believe that Peter is gay, but I don’t want us going after men here to only find out that we’re wrong. Imagine what would happen.” “There’s something else I haven’t told you,” Pastor Kline said. “He called me earlier today, saying he wanted to come in and speak with me.” “About what?” “He says he’s been struggling with some sin issue, something his wife doesn’t know about, and he wants to talk to another man about it. I asked him to elaborate, and he said it’s a sin of a sexual nature. I asked him if he slept with another woman, but he said he hadn’t. He sounded real nervous. I think he wants to talk about himself possibly being gay.” I understood Pastor Kline’s thought process, but I still wasn’t fully convinced. “It’s possible, but I’m still not sure.” “I told him I wanted him to come in tomorrow to speak to the both of us. I think, between you and me, we’ll be able to find out if he’s gay. And if so, we can see how far we can push him.” “You want to corrupt him?” “Mr. Moore corrupted you,” Pastor Kline said. “And don’t you think you’re better off?” I did feel as if my true self had been unleashed, a new freedom surging through my body. The idea of giving this to another man caused my dick to shoot up. “You sure you don’t want me to blow you?” “No,” I said, smiling. “I have a better place to shoot my load.” Pastor Kline smiled, standing and dropping his pants. I told Dominic about Peter Flanagan as he fucked another poz load in my ass. “You don’t think he’s gay?” Dominic asked, sweat covering his face. “I don’t know,” I said, my fingers twisting Dominic’s nipples. “Pastor Kline thinks he is, but I’m not convinced.” “Would he be a hot find?” “He would,” I said. “He’s fit, dark hair, handsome. While I don’t know if he’s gay, I know of several women within the church who would love to take him away from his wife.” “I do love corrupting married men.” “They’ve been married for a while. Nearly ten years. No kids.” Dominic’s assault on my ass slowed. “Hmm. That’s interesting. I wonder if there’s something wrong with his dick and balls?” “If there is, he doesn’t go around telling everyone,” I said. I turned his nipples hard, pulling his attention back to me. “Keep fucking.” Dominic smiled and unloaded in my ass. Pastor Kline and I waited in his office for Peter Flanagan. In Pastor Kline’s mug was my piss which he swirled around and sipped at. I was worried that Peter would smell the piss, but Pastor Kline showed no concern. Maybe it was a part of his plan to out the man. “We can’t force something out of him,” I reminded Pastor Kline. “If he is gay, that doesn’t mean he wants to fuck us. Even if he does, that doesn’t mean he wants to be pozzed.” “But if he does?” I smiled at the thought. “If he does, then, yes, I’ll happily fuck his brains out and knock him up.” “Dominic would want a crack at him too,” Pastor Kline said. Just at the thought, I saw Pastor Kline’s tiny dick starting to tent his pants. “I’d love to watch him get railed by the both of you.” “Easy, tiger,” I said. A knock on the door silenced us. It opened and Peter’s head popped in. “Hello,” he said, entering the office. He was wearing a dress shirt and tie. He was a teacher at the local high school, history being his subject. He also coached the basketball team. Seeing him slightly dressed up did cause my dick to jump. It wasn't any different than what he wore to church, but there was still something about seeing him in this state that was hot. He was a handsome man, even more so than I remembered. God, I did want him to be gay. “Peter, take a seat,” Pastor Kline said, sipping the piss in his mug. “Thanks,” he said. “So,” I said, leaning forward, “Pastor Kline tells me that there was something you wanted to talk about.” Awkwardness covered Peter. His eye contact was broken, shifting down to his feet. “Uh, yeah. It’s a bit of a delicate subject.” “That’s alright,” Pastor Kline said. “That’s why we’re here.” “It’s just, I’m embarrassed. This isn’t something I’ve been able to talk to anyone about. I’ve tried working on it alone, but I just can’t figure out how to overcome this.” “What is it?” I asked. “You said it was something of a sexual nature,” Pastor Kline said, his excitement at the prospect evident to me as he spoke. “I’m ashamed,” Peter said. “Have you spoken to your wife about this?” “No,” he said. “I couldn’t. She’d hate me. She’d leave me. We already have enough problems as it is. This would only ruin everything.” “You can trust us,” Pastor Kline said. “Whatever is said here won’t leave this office. We promise.” Peter nodded, glancing up at the two of us. “As you know, I work at the high school. I’ve been there for nearly seven years now. I’ve always been respectable. I’ve never done anything wrong. But, well, I’ve done something that could get me fired.” This was not what we had expected. “What’s happened?” I asked. “I’ve done something horrible,” he said. “You see, I slept with a student.” Both Pastor Kline and I leaned back in our chairs. This was definitely not what we had expected. “It’s not illegal,” Peter quickly said. “The student is eighteen. It was only once, but it happened.” “I see,” I said. “And is the student threatening to tell someone? Your wife, maybe?” Peter shook his head. “No.” “Is the student pregnant?” Pastor Kline asked. “No,” he said, an odd smile filling his face. “That’s not possible.” “Why?” I asked, my curiosity rising. “Well, for one, not that anyone other than my wife and my doctor know this, but I’m not able to father children.” “Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry.” “It’s a bit awkward to admit, but I have hyperspermia. It lowers my sperm count. My doctor says I’ve got little to none, meaning I can’t reproduce.” “I’ve never heard of hyperspermia,” Pastor Kline said. “What is that?” “It means I produce a larger than normal quantity of semen,” Peter said. “I’m able to have sex and ejaculate multiple times within a short period, but there’s little sperm made. My wife hates it. After we got married, when we first had sex, she looked at me like I was disgusting. I tried to explain to her what it was, but she was repulsed. Some guys would love the idea, but my wife hates it. We haven’t slept together for nearly three years.” "That must make it hard," Pastor Kline said. I understood the double meaning, waiting to see if Peter picked up on it. He seemingly didn't. “Is that why you slept with the student?” I asked. Peter nodded. “You see, the student can’t get pregnant because I don’t produce enough sperm. But, also, the student is male.” ___________________________________________________________________________________________ More from Peter coming soon.

I'm the opposite: always had GIFTING fantasies, since I was neg; I had dreams to be the one spreading MY strain, MY lifechanging power to other people -men, women, whoever asked me-. I considered myself disgusting and then when I -unwillingly- got pozzed, when PrEP and U=U were not around, from disgusted my feeling switched to DANGEROUS. I repressed that fantasy for years till I caught my current partner reading pozzing material, we had very hard times to admit our MUTUAL kinks to each other, and now here I am. Undetectable, I can't harm anyone, and I have embraced it all! Honestly I lost years behind questions: am I hypocrite, am I wrong, what's bad about me... What excites me most, is not HIV itself. It's the idea to have a biological, eternal bond, with people I CHOOSE and who CHOOSE me as the person to share this bond with. So, I said, you know what? I love writing, let me accept this fantasy as it is, it's part of my status, writing stories and poz talking in bed, is not a damage - if the partner is consenting to this role play of course. And why not, have nasty poz talk conversations with contacts here sharing my same taste.

JUST NOW !!! BEARS ACTUALLY WON !!! COULDN'T GET MY FUKKIN DICK OUT IN TIME - SHOT RIGHT IN MY PANTS !!!!! NEVER THOUGHT I'D LIVE TO SEE THE DAY !!!!!

Your definitely not a hypocrite. Most people have sexual fantasies, the idea of which they find a huge turn on but, wouldn't engage in in reality. My imagination runs wild before and during master bating and sometimes even during sex.

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I got fucked and bred Sunday. So, I was inspired As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! Pozzed Cheerleader 4 We all showered and crashed. I took a bed and was sandwiched between Javon and Dan while George and Mike pulled Jamie onto the bed we all fucked and came. They were the piggiest of the group. It is not like we got much sleep. Whenever one of them woke up with an inkling to fuck or get sucked Jamie and I were wakened up and we did our job for the evening. I thin between the four of them Jamie and I took a load from each of them. They were insatiable. Even Jamie took another took at my over-fucked hole. I leaked cum all night. The next morning, they were all dressed and the room looked like nothing ever happened. George gave us our cash and told us he would be in touch and if-and-when we got sick we were to call this doctor and he gave us each a card. I recognized the name. It was our award winning QB from the later 70’s. Until, he continued, keep fucking anything that moves or will fuck you. We will be back here in two weeks. We will have more guys looking to pump loads into cheerleader and football asses…positive or negative. “You have the room till noon, have fun you two” he cheered and the four of them walked out the door. Leaving Jamie and I naked and alone. We both just collapsed in the bed. We had 4 hours to kill, the first time we did was order some room service. While we waited on room service. I reached around to my tender hole and felt the large plug that had been pulled and re-inserted many times over the last 12 hours. Jamie flipped me over and gently pulled the plug out. Then I felt his warm mouth on my hole. It felt…good. There was a knock at the door. Jamie pulled on a robe and tucked away his hard-on. I laid in the bed with my ass leaking countless loads. When I heard, “Damn George and the boys did a number on you boys” from a nameless faceless room service porter. Then I felt a hand run up my leg and finger my hole while Jamie just let him do it to me. “Shut the door,” he said. “George told me to stop by and get some, but I didn’t know it was this hot.” I finally looked up to see who next was going to take some of my ass. I recognized him from the wall of fame. He was an all-Big10 wideout that blew out his knee two years prior and lost his scholarship and was now working his way through school. He ordered Jamie to come over and suck his cock to get him hard. From behind me, I could hear sucking and slurping sounds. I felt the bed shift as he got one bed and once again he commanded Jamie to rim his ass while he bred this slut. I felt the bed shift as Jamie got on behind him and with little resistance he sank his cock deep into my well fucked ass. “Damn George and them wore you out boy” he quipped. I later remembered his name was Jamal. He pounded my ass hard and long. His cock was a good 7.5 inches. I could hear Jamie rimming his ass. We had formed a good rhythm. I was sure he could not keep up this pace with Jamie eating his ass. I was wrong. Jamal had staying power drilled his cock deep into me over and over. The 3 of us sweated and toiled together on the bed for nearly 20 minutes. When Jamal said he was going to breed my ass. I felt his cock spasm in my ass and he shot 5 or 6 ropes of thick cum coating my insides with his cum. “Add my tainted load in there along with the others, he growled. That answered my next question. He grabbed the plug that was laying on the bed and it slid easier that it had all night into my ass. “I got an idea for you cum sluts” Jamal said as he jumped off the bed and grabbed our pancakes from the room service cart. He ordered me to squat over the plate. He pulled the pug from my ass and his cum flowed from my cunt onto the pancakes. I knew what was next. Jamie and I each had our own cum coated pancake that we devoured. Jamal just laughed at us, took our names and numbers and assured us that he and others wouldl be calling us. Jamie and I shared a shower without our plugs and let the cum and piss just flow from us. We washed each other, we had bruises and hickies all over our bodies. I felt tattered and torn, and a bit apprehensive as to what was coming next. I powered on my cell phone and realized I had 13 missed calls from my girlfriend and about 20 texts. Yeah, she can be a bit dramatic. I pulled on my clothes from the night before as I listened to her messages and as I listened to the first each one got meaner and nastier as she got drunker and as I was not returning her call or demand for dick. I could see Jamie smirking as he knew her. I read the texts and the images she had sent of her dancing with the football team and then some sent to me from other of her on her knees doing what I had been doing the night before but with the football team. I wasn’t even mad, but I wanted revenge. I was going to make it my goal to poz the football team. That is if the brutal fuckings from last night and today succeeded in their mission to breed Jamie and I, i do know that it did succeed in one mission. It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut More to Cum

Went out drinking Sunday night. Met up with my FTM buddy. Cute little blond dude. Brought him home and plowed that bonus hole for 90 minutes before breeding him deep. (The husband came home from the bar just as I was cumming. He added his load to the mix.) After all that pussy, I was feeling the need to reconnect with my roots: taking cocks and loads. Started at Super Hung Daddy’s house for a 9x6 plowing to open me up and get me lubed up with cum. After he railed me bent over his couch, I headed to Steam for more. Got fucked a few times and got a four-hand massage in the hangout area. No one announced their loads, but they were in there because it was hard to hold them in once I got home.

Dad’s Basement - Part Seven I was almost asleep when I felt someone climb into bed with me. Opening my eyes, I discovered it was Dad. He turned me on my side and moved in behind me. His head was next to mine, his mouth near my ear. He started to lick it, then bit my lobe gently. This sent chills through my body. His hand was around my cock, gently stroking it. It was slowly responding, inching back to life. “Daddy’s hard, Son.” I reached back and felt his rock hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly stroked it from base to head. “Need your hole, Son.” He inched closer to me, lifting my one leg up, exposing my puffy hole. He licked his finger, then rubbed my hole, wetting it. “Let me just put the head in, Son.” I aimed his big cock at my hole, rubbing it against it, feeling the pre-cum slicking up the skin. “Slide it in, Son.” Dad's voice was all but pleading for me to take his big hard cock again in my hole. Placing his cock head into position, I pushed back so his head was pressuring my puckered ring. Again Dad noted "It's so hard, Son.” Taking the cue, I pushed back more, feeling more of the tip enter me. The soreness increased from the pressure of his cock head. His chest pressed more against my back. “Pop Daddy’s head in, Son.” I pushed back more allowing my hole to stretch more over his cock head. Slowly my hole sucked in the swollen head of his cock, popping over the ridge. “Hot, damn, Son!” Dad moaned as I pulled forward again, pulling my hole against the raised ridge of his cock, teasing him. His rebuke was immediately forthcoming: “Stop teasing Daddy, Son.” I pushed back taking about an inch of shaft into my hole. Daddy moaned "I can't take this, Son.” So naturally I pushed back more, which enabled about two inches more of his shaft to slip into my hole, then pulling forward until just his head was inside. With every move, the soreness increased. “Take all of Daddy!” I slowly rocked back and forth, just moving just millimeters on his cock, rubbing my puffy hole near the ridge of his cock head. His breathing turned shallow, increasing in rhythm. Dad’s hand let go of my cock, moved to a flat position in my crotch hair. He pushed me back, trying to push my hole down his cock shaft as he begged "Please!" Taking a deep breath, I pushed all the way back onto his rock hard cock. His crotch hair pressed against my hole, he raised my leg higher, exposing my hole to the room. He slowly pulled out until he reached his cock head, then drove it deep inside me. He moved his arm from my crotch under me, positioning it on my chest. His cock slowly pounded my hole. I moved his hand to my mouth, where I sucked in one of his fingers, taking it down to the knuckle. Closing my eyes, I continued to suck as he fucked my sore hole. I moaned more and more as my Dad’s cock slid in and out of my hole. It was becoming very slick with the cum that was in me. I could hear sucking noising coming from my ass. Dad’s cock would pop out and then plunge back in. I could hear the air escaping from my hole with each plunge in. Dad’s chest was vibrating from the growling he was doing. He was lost in pleasure. His balls teased up more and more with his fucking, until he slide in completely, shooting his poz load deep inside me for the third time that night. I released his finger, grabbed his hand in mine as he lowered my leg. His cock still deep in my hole. Sleep came fast for both of us!

Dad’s Basement - Part Six I watched Dad leave the glory hole area and head out, so I followed. Glancing behind me I saw two other men take our places at the holes, one was already sucking on a cock and the other was pushing his ass on the cock sticking through the second vacant hole. I followed Dad into the next room, his hairy ass looked so good. The fur was matted down sticking to his bouncing cheeks. I lowered my gaze to see the fur on his inner thighs were also matted. It was so fucking hot. “Hungry, Son?” he asked. “Yes. Daddy!” “Good, get on you back and open wide.” Immediately obeying, I dropped to the floor, my back on the cold basement tile. Dad stepped up, positioning his feet on each side of me. I watched as his hairy ass slowly lowered getting closer and closer to my face. As it lowered, his crack opened, exposing the cum covered fur and his hole. My hand instantly went for my cock. “Leave it,” he ordered. I dropped my hard cock, allowing it to rest on my stomach. I reached up and braced my hands, one on each ass cheek, spreading them wider. I stuck my tongue out and made contact with his hole. I could taste the cum on it. I swirled my tongue around the hole, then pushed it inside. As I entered a small amount of cum dropped out, landing on my tongue. I swallowed it instantly and went back for more. I licked up and down his cum filled crack and around his hole. Savoring the poz cum from the men in the basement. “Suck it out, Son!” I didn't hesitate. I placed my lips against his ass and started sucking. He was pushing his hole open, helping me get to the cum easier. I sucked harder and harder, each time being rewarded with cum as my cock leaked cum onto my stomach. I felt a hand pull it up, pointing straight up. I didn’t even look to see who it was. All I knew was someone was sitting on my hard cock. I could feel him riding my dick, working his ass up and down my cock. I squeezed my ass, but still let the bottom control the ride, especially as I was pre-occupied with my Dad's ass. An amazing amount of cum was lodged in Dad's hole - as I sucked and tongued his ass lips, more and more cum flowed out. I eagerly swallowed it down, always going back for more. “Does Daddy’s ass taste good boy?” I could only muffle a response. The man riding my cock was increasing speed. I could feel his cock and balls bouncing off my body each time he hit bottom. My balls were drawing up more and more, I knew that I would not be able to hold out much longer. I was going to shoot a load deep in his ass, whether it was poz or neg was still in question, but I was definitely going to give him a load. I still had my tongue in Dad’s ass as my balls pulled up completely, and began shooting my boy cum deep into the man’s hole. I moaned loudly into my Dad’s ass. The man still was riding my cock as it shot inside him. As my shooting subsided, I reached out and put my hands on his thighs, signaling him to stop. I was getting sensitive. He dropped down on my now softening cock, trying to keep it inside him, as Dad stood up allowing me to see who was riding me. It was the tattooed, uncut cock man. He just smiled at me when I saw him. "Son, this is Garrett. He has taken a liking to your cock!” “Fuck yeah, nothing like boy cock,” Garrett added. He bent down coming face to face with me. I could smell dick and piss on his breath. Grabbing my head with both of his hands, he locked lips with me, then stuck his tongue in me, kissing me as Dad watched from above. “Don’t worry, skin here likes your holes too.” Garrett said pointing to his uncut cock. After a moment of kissing he stood up, my soft cock dropped out of his hole, dripping cum on me from his hole. Garrett moved on to another area of the basement. Having shot my load, I needed to piss, so I asked Dad where to piss, as there didn't seem to be a toilet in the basement. His eyes got wide as an evil grin grew on his face. Grabbing my arm he led me to the shower area tucked under the stairs. We passed Garrett, who was now fucking a hole while another man was eating his ass. We exchanged smiles as I walked by. Once in the shower area, Dad dropped to his knees in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, he took my soft cock in his hand instructing “Piss down my throat, Son.” Taking my cock head into his mouth, he held still, which was absolutely necessary as I really needed to piss, and didn't want an erection to take precedence. Finally my stream started, and once I got it going, there was no stopping it. I filled Dad’s mouth full, then felt him swallow. My piss flowed more, filling his mouth three more times each time he would swallow every drop. I couldn't believe my Dad was able to drink all my piss without spilling a drop. He stood up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards him. I could feel his tongue licking me lips, then parted them searching for my own. Our lips touched, his beard stubble scratched at my smooth cheeks. I could taste my piss on his tongue. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, licking the inside tasting more and more of my piss. My hands rubbed his furry muscles. “Thirsty, Son?” Dad asked. I dropped to my knees, coming face to face with Dad’s cock. It was only semi hard, but still was impressive in size. I gently lifted his cock to my mouth, only taking in the head of it in. “Don’t move. I need to stay soft to piss, Son.” I knelt very still, waiting for his hot piss to being to flow. His breathing slowed as I felt a slight jerk in his cock, as the flow began. “Swallow.” I swallowed, trying to keep up with the yellow liquid filling my mouth. Dad sensed he was going too fast and grabbed his cock to slow the flow. Once my mouth was empty he started again, I concentrated on keeping up. The piss flowed and flowed, as I swallowed. I felt my stomach expand as it filled up. The strong stream then became a trickle, until it stopped and I was just kneeling there with his cock head in my mouth. Dad grabbed me under the arm pits and pulled me up to my feet with the complement "I'm proud of my boy. He's on his way to being a man just like his Dad.” I looked around to see a lot of the men were in the locker room. I could hear their voices but could not make out what they were saying. The night was coming to an end. Apparently Dad understood as much as he instructed “Get to your room. I'll join you shortly.” With that I went up the stairs, turning back to see my Dad’s hairy ass heading into the locker room. Naked, I went right to my room, I discovered that it was 3:00 A.M. Damn time flies when you are fucking and sucking. I flopped down on my bed, reached around to my hole. It was sticky with cum and puffy. I could only imagine how red it was. I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers around the edge, feeling my used hole. I was fading fast, sleep was coming.

Dad’s Basement Part Three Dad’s shower was open with multiple heads, like something you would see in a locker room, which made it easy to spy on him. I stood outside the shower area as he turned on the water for each head. His cock bounced as he moved alone the wall completing his task. The steam began to rise almost instantly, heating the air. I watched Dad step under on of the head, water began to run down his muscled frame, matting the body hair as he became wetter and wetter. It was like a dream watching him run his hands over his body, massaging his muscles. His hands explored every inch of his body, slowly running along the length of his cock and cupping his balls. My cock began to harden again as I watched the live shower scene of my Dad. He slowly turned his back to me. His hands began to move down the front of his thighs, causing him to bend over the lower his hands went down his legs. I watched his furry ass as he bent over. Once his hands were near his ankles, his furry crack opened, exposing his hole to me. It was so fucking hot. His hands moved to his ass checks and spread them open more, giving me a better view of his hole. I felt like I was frozen to the floor, as I watched his hands massage his cheeks then slowly move towards his crack. His fingers ran up and down the furry trench, teasing his hole and me. Unknowingly, I was doing the same to my crack, my fingers were sliding up and down my own crack, teasing my self. It was pleasure I had never experienced before. Each time my fingers hit my hole, my cock jumped. “Step into my parlor, Son.” I stepped in and joined my Dad under the shower heads. The hot water felt good on my body. I closed my eyes and put my head under the falling water. “Relax” was the only word spoken. One of Dad’s hands was pushing my forward on my upper back while the other was rubbing my lower back. He was bent of slightly, opposite of me, his fingers were lightly toughing my skin above my ass, slowly moving down. I bit my lip when the found the entrance of my crack and slowly work down. The first pass they just went over my hole, each finger dipping slightly in as they went over my puckered hole. Dad’s fingers stopped as they pasted upwards. This time he pushed his fingers into my pucker, just getting the tips in slightly, over and over. Each time he did this I would moan ever so silently. Grabbing some soap, he lathered up his fingers, then returned to my hole. With each push inwards his fingers invaded deeper and deeper into my virgin hole. The little bit of pain, turned to pleasure with each push inwards. I braced myself with my hands against the wall. “Daddy loves your boy pussy, Son” he said as he quickly moved behind me, pressing his furry muscled body against my back. His hard cock was laying in my crack and in my mind’s eye I could see it covering the whole length. He was slowly moving it up and down my crack, breathing on my neck. "Hard to keep from pushing my cock into your hole, fucking you good and seeding your hole, Son,” he said, “Restraining myself is hard. If I am to convert you, I have to do it correctly.” “Yes Daddy,” was all I could say. He turned me around, pulling me close again. This time our cocks were pressed together. Being slightly shorter than him, our eyes were inches apart, as well as our lips. I licked mine as I stared into his eyes. “Get on your knees, Son,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me down until his cock was in my face, adding “Taste your Daddy.” I opened my mouth as wide as possible and engulfed Dad’s big veiny cock, taking it as deep as possible. His hands moved to the back of my head, pushing gently. Placing my hands on his thighs as I moved back and forth on his cock, doing my best to take it further and further down my throat. Apparently that what Dad had in mind as he grunted a deep voice "Deeper Son, DEEPER.” I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat as I went down on him, only to gag more and more. His hips began to thrust more and more towards my face, pushing more of his cock into my mouth and throat as he cooed “Relax Son, Daddy won’t hurt you.” I tried to relax but this was so new. His hands moved from the back of my head to the sides, holding me in place as he thrust his hips faster and harder towards my face. I felt his balls hit my chin as his cock inched deeper into my throat, until there was a pop. His cock slide into my throat and he pressed his crotch against my face, balls against my chin. “Good Boy," Dad again murmured, only to hold still for a moment, then only to pull out, and then resume face-fucking me. As he did so, spit shot out of my mouth, landing in his crotch hair and running down my chin. I focused my eyes upwards to see his chest heaving, his head thrown back while biting his lips as he teased me saying “Not much longer now Son.” I muffled a moaned as a response. I was in my own ecstasy. I had my Dad’s hard cock fucking my mouth. Tasting his pre-cum, a preview of the cum that was infected with his HIV. My hands were rubbing the wet furry thighs as my cock jumped a little as it stood between my thighs. “Hot fucking mouth Son. Can only imagine how good my cock would feel slipping in and out of your neg fuck hole,” he remarked. Again I replied with a muffled moan. “Want Daddy to shoot on your face or down your throat Son?” he asked. “faummmce” I replied. “Throat it is, Boy.” He pulled his cock out slightly as his piss slit opened. His poz cum shot out, landing on my tongue giving me a taste of my Dad’s toxic seed. After two shots, he pushed his cock all the way in and shot the rest of his load down my throat to my waiting stomach. I could feel the pulses of cum shooting against my tongue. “Fuck yeah, huge load,” Dad commented as the intensity and frequency of his cum shots decreased, finally stopping. Dad repeated withdrew himself, only to push back in, each time his cock softening on the down stroke. “Lick Daddy’s cock clean, Boy.” I did as he demanded, running my tongue all over his cock while it was inside my mouth. Once it popped out, I continued to lick it. My cock bounced as I licked his softening cock. He bent over, grabbing my chin in his hand, locking his eyes on mine and announced “Your first HIV load, Son.” Without touching myself I shot my load in the air. It was washed away with the hot water from the shower. "Soon you won’t be shooting neg loads, Boy.”

Definitely the dark room thing! Who they are and what they're like doesn't matter. What matters is the cock and that my hole is there to please it! Feeling the cock pop my asshole,then shoot deep inside,without knowing anything about the guy is way too hot! It's total primal sex-what guys are all about.