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Chapter 10 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 guy’s back and was able to hold him in place. He pulled his fingers out of the tight ass and held the cheeks open The Handler thought to himself that he could have got something good offering a NEG virgin ass to someone to break. Guys love to take a cherry ass and wreck it for the first time. The guy that had been sucked by the Kid moved into position behind the bent over Married guy. He slowly rubbed a finger through the ass crack and across the puckered ass. The married guy said “ Oh yes. That feels great, I really need it “. They knew the Meth was taking hold the guy and he was on his way to being a chem slut. Someone heated a glass pipe up and gave it to the Kid who took a big hit. They then offered it to the married guy and he said “ No, I don’t do drugs “. The Handler smirked, he knew that the married guy was already feeling the effects of two big fingers full that were pushed up the soon to be fully deflowered ass of the married guy. The guy that had walked behind the married guy had his cock aimed at the spread cheeks in front of him, He pressed the head of his cock against the opening of the married guys ass and started rubbing it around the opening. The married guy did something that surprised him, he arched up and the great feeling, he didn’t cum out of the Kid’s ass but he wasn’t in much. The Kid feeling that arched even more and pressed back to get the cock in him deeper. The guy that was about to take the married guy’s cherry was enjoying the ass I front of him. His cock was dripping precum like a fountain, that wasn’t unusual for him, He spit on the guy’s ass a couple times to ass some wetness. The married guy was going crazy with the feeling and wanted to cum. The Handler gave a nod to the guy and he pushed in, there was a lot of resistance and the guy back off for a minute. The head of his cock was firmly wedged in the entrance of the married guy and the he then reached around and grabbed the Kids Hips and pulled harder. The married guy was shaking with excitement, unaware of what was coming next. The puckered ring of the married guys ass gave way and the seven inch cock forced it’s was into virgin territory. The Married guy squealed one work “ Shit “! The guy backed off a little then pulled again and went balls deep in the married guy’s once virgin ass. This pushed the married guys cock balls deep n the Kid. The married guy weakly said “ Condom “. No one answered but the guy stared fucking the ass that was now ripped open. The Handled took his arm away from holding the guy down and said “ This is the way it is supposed to be, You bent over taking cock like a true whore “. The pain and pleasure the married guy was feeling had him truly confused. His ass was on fire and getting stretched open like never before, the white pain was intense but exciting at the same time. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling but that deep yearning in his guts was getting what it wanted. The handler knew the guy fucking him would not last long, he was already jerking in the married guy’s ass getting ready to give him a hot potent load. It might not have been a lot, but it was going to be a highly charged load. The Handler reached under the married guy and grabbed his swollen nut sack and started squeezing it. The married guy moaned loudly and stared shooting his five day load in the Kid’s ass. This stared his ass muscles clenching an the guy up his ass stared unloading his cum into the freshly de-verginized ass. The Handler told the married guy “ Welcome to the brotherhood, you now have a cunt that will need attention that only we can give you “. The Married guy was spent, he could never remember a time when he came so strongly. The one guy was still in his ass and he could feel the after throbs of his climax. He thought the guy would pull out but he stayed in and told the married guy to hold still. The married guy’s cock slipped out of the Kid’s hole and he felt the cook air on it. He felt a warmth deep in his ass and wasn’t sure what it was. The guy stayed in his ass for a few minutes plugging his ass. The Married guy thought he was recovering from his cum, little did he know that the guy had put some chem piss in his bowels. He pulled out of the married guy’s ass and the married guy stood up. The Married guy was weak kneed and sat sown on the empty bench, he was in a daze but realized that when he stood up some cum and piss ran down the inside of his thigh. The cool wood of the bench actually felt good but he had an inch inside his ass that was in need of something.

Chapter 3.4 - Shane's Mixer "Who all is going to be there?" Mateo asked as they walked over to Shane's house. "I really don't know. It's usually is the old varsity swim team and a few other guys from my class. But I've already heard comments from a couple other guys that they are going to be there too. I guess that some guys take a few years to realize they aren't straight" Ric said. They walked into Shane's parent's house and the setting was different than any of Shane's other parties. Shane hugged Ric tightly and gave him a long kiss before giving Mateo the same treatment. He just got the additional comment of "You're one lucky guy." If Mateo had any second thoughts about going to the party, that one comment made him much more at ease. "Uh... please grab a wristband. White for neg for neg, blue for neg for any and Red for poz. Right for bottom, left for top and both for versatile. No wristband if you're not fucking. I think I know what Ric wants" Shane said, handing two red bands to him. Mateo chuckled and grabbed two more red bands. "Mom and dad are going to be gone until noon tomorrow. I got them a hotel room and hopefully not another brother. They seemed pretty excited" Shane said. "I hope everyone spends some time socializing before fucking tonight" Shane added. Ric laughed to himself, realizing that they all were getting a bit more mature and while they all were horny, everyone wanted to see what each other had been up to. He introduced Mateo to everyone he knew at the party and that was most everyone. He was surprised at Alex's boyfriend, who seemed to be a red haired clone of Alex. They'd finished their first drink when Zac and Joaquín walked in. Zac hugged Ric tighter than ever before and when he finally let go said "Oh god, I've missed you. Ric, this is my boyfriend Joaquín. Joaquín, this is the guy you hear way too much about, Ric." "We met yesterday. How are you doing, Zac?" Ric asked. "Fuckin great! I've got my two favorite guys right here!" Zac said. Ric smiled, wondering if the similarities between himself and Joaquín led to Zac's attraction. He nodded and said "You have gotten a lot more confident. I'm glad you found someone. By the way, this is my boyfriend Mateo." "Oh wow. I never thought you'd get tied down. You must have made a lot of bottoms cry" Zac said, laughing. "We're open. Plenty of other guys still get to feel my dick in them. Same for Mateo. How about you guys?" Ric asked. "We occasionally invite a third, but I had an ex that cheated on me so I'm not ready for an open relationship... yet" Joaquín said. "Once you build trust in each other, it gets easier to let them play with others and know they'll still be there for you in the morning" Mateo said. He chuckled and then said "I guess I won't get to tap your ass tonight, like I was hoping." Both Zac and Joaquín looked surprised that Mateo would be so bold. "He's a good fuck... But just like all of these parties, only do what you feel comfortable with. Just realize you can also try stuff out, without any commitments" Ric said, winking at Zac. -- Ric hadn't seen Mateo for a while so he wandered around, looking for him. When he got to the basement he saw some of the guys had already started to fool around. Ric found Mateo over to the side with his shorts pulled down and a naked, blond swimmer sucking his cock. He was surprised that the guy sucking him had a white band on his right wrist, but knew that Mateo could sweet talk most anyone. He gazed around the room and spotted porn playing on the large flat screen TV. He was shocked to see that he was in the porn. It was the first video he did where he knocked up Rawson. While he had seen it dozens of times, it made him uncomfortable to have it shown where people he knew might recognize him. "Fuck! That scene always gets me hard. I heard that he got pozzed doing that one" Toby said. "Nah... He's on PrEP. It must work since he is always taking charged loads. He should just give in and become a poz slut like us" Ethan replied. Ric smiled and thankfully the next video was of a black guy pounding a short twink instead of any of his others. When it finished, Ric realized that the black guy was Marcus. The next clip was the gangbang with Rawson fucking Will. A moment later, Ric felt someone come up behind him and whisper "Fuckin lucky bottom. If he wasn't poz before, I bet he was after that fuck." Ric turned and saw Shane behind him. "You'd lose that bet. I did get him, but it was a month later. Uh... did you buy all of these scenes?" Ric asked Shane quietly. "Of course not. I downloaded em. Too bad there's only three with you in it, five if you count the two teaser clips. The bottom in those was really lame though. Was he really that wasted or was that what they wanted?" Shane asked. "He was that wasted. Uh... Those videos aren't free. Please don't pirate 'em. It costs a lot to make, distribute and host them. If no one buys them, then Rawson can't afford to make any more" Ric said. "You got your money for em, though, right? Why should you care?" Shane asked. "Because he's a friend and I want him to succeed" Ric replied. He realized there were now a few guys around him and Shane, listening to their conversation. Any thoughts of him keeping his porn career quiet during the party were now gone. "You're friends with a porn star?" asked Toby. "Yeah, I am. He's a good guy. A little twisted some times, but a good person. He really likes watching guys get pozzed" Ric replied. "Who doesn't? Have you fucked him?" Ethan asked. Ric was relieved that he hadn't connected the video with Ric. "A bunch of times. Mateo has too. And my buddy Will, the guy that got bred in that last clip. Rawson loves getting fucked... and if you're his type, he'll fuck you" Ric said. "Shit... that would be so hot to be in a porn flick getting pozzed" the swimmer that had been sucking Mateo said. "We all have cameras and there's no shortage of poz dick here. Just say the word and we'll video it... just no guarantee that you'll get charged up" Ric said, winking at the swimmer. The look on the guy's face told Ric he wasn't really prepared to get knocked up right then. Several guys looked around, looking for someone that might be more willing. A few moments later one guy said "I'll do it" and stepped forward. He was tall and thin, with a little muscle on his arms and legs. His face was long and it looked even longer with the goatee that hung down over an inch from his chin. There were a few patches of fur on his chest and the pouch of the jockstrap he was wearing was full. Ric recognized him from their high school basketball team. "You sure Jon?" Shane asked. "Yeah... I'm ready. Where else am I gonna find this many hot guys to fuck me?" Jon asked. "At the new years party?" Shane muttered quietly. "OK, who's shooting something good?" Ric asked. A naked guy came closer and it took a minute for Ric to recognize Max. The beard covering his face was only the beginning. His chest was covered with a large eagle tattoo and both arms had tribal designs down to his elbow. A four inch scorpion tattoo was on his hip, above and to the left of his cock. Just like when he was swimming, his bush was shaved. Unlike when he was swimming, there was a large Prince Albert piercing on his cock. "I haven't tagged anyone since my boyfriend last summer, but it should still be pretty potent" Max said and Jon nodded. Joaquín stepped up, aided by a push from Zac, and asked "How about me?" A few minutes later they had some extra lights on and Jon knelt down in front of the two tops. Shane and Ethan had their phones in their hands, capturing two angles of the action. Jon sucked feverishly, showing no sign of having second thoughts. Joaquín pulled away first and moved behind Jon. He prepped Jon's hole with spit and worked a pair of fingers inside the tight hole. With only one cock to service, Jon sucked harder on Max's shaft. When Joaquín would twist his fingers around, Jon would groan around Max's cock. Three fingers opened up Jon's hole and when Joaquín knew he was ready, he nodded at Max who sank to his knees, never letting his cock leave Jon's mouth. Joaquín aimed his cock at the slick hole and pushed in. A loud groan came out of Jon and after a few nudges, Joaquín broke through. Ric looked around and most of the onlookers were stroking or rubbing their cocks. Most stayed quiet but a few encouraged the trio. Joaquín kept his eyes closed while he dug deeper and thrust faster. The biohazard tattoo on his wrist was more subtle, but Ethan and Shane made sure it was shown in the video as he gripped Jon's hips. "Fuck! That's thick" Jon gasped before swallowing Max's cock again. Ric was surprised at the ease that he took the pierced cock into his throat and wondered if he hadn't sucked it several times before. Joaquín also looked good plowing Jon's ass. "It's his first neg guy since I pozzed him" Zac said, grinning at Ric. Joaquín opened his eyes as he started pounding harder. His hands moved to Jon's neck and the two bodies began to slam into each other. "Oh fuck!" Joaquín said a few times before groaning as he planted his cock in and started to shoot. "Fuck yeah... you could see his cock throb with each shot" Ethan said after Joaquín pulled out. Other than some cum on his cock, the rest was still deep inside Jon's cunt. Max and Joaquín swapped spots and instead of swallowing the shaft, Jon lapped his tongue all over Joaquín's dick. Max drove his cock in all the way on his first thrust. Joaquín had fucked like any other fuck, but Max fucked to make sure his bug was going to be with Jon forever. None of his thrusts were gentle and he took advantage of Joaquín stretching Jon open and lubing his chute. After several minutes, Joaquín moved back and came over next to Zac. The two kissed and Ric heard Zac tell Joaquín "That was so fuckin hot. I hope you liked it" and watched Joaquín nod. It was now a two man show and Max used Jon as he wanted. Jon's face got pushed to the floor as Max got on both feet, drilling as if he was possessed. The thrusts were hard or harder and mostly full length which made Jon groan constantly as his ass was abused. "Here's your second charged load" Max snarled as he began to fire off volleys of infected seed. Jon whimpered as he took the load. When Max pulled out, he fell to the floor, exhausted. Cum was dripping out of Jon's battered hole. As Max stood up, the swimmer came over and knelt down before him. His tongue lapped over Max's cum covered shaft and while the swimmer may have looked a little uncertain about the pierced cock at first, he lapped all of the cum off before taking the head into his mouth. A few guys looked like they wanted to move in and be the next to fuck Jon, but they realized he needed a break first. -- Gary walked up to Ric after the crowd had dispersed. Most were horny after watching Jon get fucked and several guys had picked out their next partner and the room quickly filled with moans, grunts and bodies slapping together. "That was really hot. I'd like to do that, but I don't want the whole internet to see it" Gary said. Ric looked Gary over, not having seen him almost naked since high school gym. The scruff on his face from a few days before was still there and a coating of fur covered his chest and stomach. The black jockstrap framed his chunky ass and the pouch didn't appear to be bursting. The fur covered his butt and legs too. "I think that's the only one we'll video tonight, but what part did you like the most? Two guys sharing a bottom? The rough sex? Two inked and pierced guys using an unmarked pale guy? A neg guy getting bred by two toxic cocks? The bottom eagerly taking the top's loads?" Ric asked. "That he just gave into his lust. Are those guys really poz?" Gary asked. "Yeah, they are. Have you taken any poz loads?" Ric asked. "I don't think so. It's not something I've asked any of the guys that have fucked me" Gary said. "So, you might already be poz. It doesn't sound like you're avoiding it" Ric replied. "Once I realized I was gay, I wanted to make up for those years I tried to be straight. Shane was a big help. He was the only gay jock I knew back then. Now I know a lot more" Gary said before laughing. "Just be yourself, do what you enjoy with whoever you want. Guys, girls, trans, jocks, nerds, whatever..." Ric said. "I know that now. There were only a few guys that caught my eye in high school. You were one, since I liked that you didn't shave everything to look younger or more feminine. I get that the swimmers do it for performance, but I prefer guys that are hairy. There were times that I wanted to talk to you, but I was too scared" Gary said. "Scared? Why? I'm not a six foot two linebacker that might try and beat you up" Ric replied, grinning at Gary. He didn't want to tell him that he avoided most of the football players in high school because he thought that they'd play "beat the fag" on him. "I was scared of anyone knowing I found some guys hot" Gary replied, looking down at his feet. "Well, that's in the past. At least you didn't wait until you were fifty and had two kids to figure it out. Just look to the future and do what makes you feel good" Ric said. "Unfortunately, what I want is probably going to hurt" Gary said. "Why?" Ric asked. "From what I see in those videos, you're not very gentle" Gary said. "You know?" Ric asked, looking worried. "Shane told me. He told me not to tell anyone else, but your videos are really are hot" Gary replied. "That's not how I always do it, but that's what they wanted. Uh... are you telling me that you want me to fuck you?" Ric asked. A smile covered Gary's scruffy face. "You were the first guy my age I thought was hot. You were hairy like me but confident and then senior year I found out you were gay. It made you even sexier, but I was afraid to say anything to you and risk the football team finding out" Gary said. Ric looked over and saw Mateo talking to Joaquín with Zac no where around. "Well, my boyfriend is busy right now so I got some time. If we fuck, I'll breed you and my load's pretty toxic. You ready for that?" Ric asked. "I don't care. I've dreamed of you fucking me since high school. If it happens then I'll have gotten pozzed by a porn star" Gary said, smiling back at Ric. They found a spot nearby and Ric told Gary "Suck me." He nodded and got on his knees before pulling Ric's cock out of the pouch. "Oh god yeah" Gary said, looking over the hardening shaft. Ric wondered how much experience Gary had, but found that he had learned quickly. He doubted Gary would be able to deep throat him, but his tongue and lips were doing a good job at getting him hard and slick. Ric's hand helped Gary nudge a little deeper until his gag reflex took over. A few people started to gather around, watching Gary suck Ric and a few made comments like "Fuck, that's hot" or "I wish I was sucking him" and "Think he'll fuck him?" Ric smiled and concentrated on Gary's blowjob. He pulled out and lifted his shaft up, quietly saying "Balls" as he heard some guys gasp as they saw Ric's cock at full mast. Gary lapped over the two large orbs before sucking one into his mouth. When Ric let go of the shaft, Gary took it back into his mouth, trying to take it as deep as he could. Ric felt his throat relax and he made it another inch, but there was still a few left to go. A quick squeeze with his throat and Gary pulled off. "On your back, Gary. Show me your ass" Ric said. Gary nodded quickly and laid back, pulling his legs back and showing him his hairy ass. Ric knew he'd be tight and wondered how long it would take to open him up. He rolled Gary back on his shoulders and started to rim him. Spit and a tongue started to open him up and he shortly added a finger. He'd had a lot of guys enjoy his prep of their holes and from the moans he heard, Gary was another. A second finger slid into the relaxed hole and Ric quickly added a third. There may have been a half dozen guys circled around them, but Ric and Gary were in their own world. A few quick twists from his wrist made Gary groan out "Oh fuck yeah... this is gonna feel so fuckin good." Ric gazed around and saw the group watching them had grown by a few more guys, all stroking except for one that seemed to be slowly fucking the guy in front of him. "Yeah? You want me to fuck you now?" Ric asked. Gary nodded and his grin got bigger. Ric added a few more gobs of spit to the slightly gaping hole before rolling him down. His shaft still glistened with Gary's spit on it and Ric pulled the rest of his foreskin back before resting the head at the entrance. He waited a moment for it to close a little more. "Last chance..." Ric said before he pushed in. The prep work had done it's job and while Gary was a little tight, he was able to slide in over half way before he got a pained groan from Gary. He began to slowly rock his hips, going a deeper each time. Gary's legs rested on Ric's shoulders and his hands grasped Ric's legs, pulling him closer. Several minutes later, Ric was pulling most of the way out and then driving back in. Gary would reach up and stroke his stiff cock a few times and then let go, sometimes rubbing his hand over Ric's sweaty chest. "I can't believe Gary is taking that huge dick", "That's so hot. I'd love to get knocked up like that", "You think he's as toxic as Shane said?" came some comments from the onlookers. Ric gave a firm thrust, making Gary cry out "FUCK!" "You want all of it... or is this enough?" Ric asked. "All" Gary whimpered. Ric chuckled and wondered if he truly was ready. Each of the next thrusts knocked against the ring until he finally broke through. Gary gasped and one of the audience filled in the words he was unable to speak - "Oh my fucking god!" Ric stayed planted a moment before pulling back and driving back in. The smile was gone from Gary's face, replaced with a mixture of shock, pain and fear. Ric could feel Gary's body quiver and his outer hole flex a few times around his shaft. "Ahhh, good. Now I can breed you deep" Ric said, plowing back and forth until he was easily driving his cock past the ring and their bodies slammed together. Sweat was dripping off his body and onto Gary's matted fur. He was getting close but tried to hold off a little longer. When Gary started to moan again and the smile came back to his face, he knew it was time. The thrusts got faster and Gary's eyes locked on his again. "Do it... Breed my ass" Gary said. Ric saw guys all around them stroking in time with his thrusts and looked around, saying "Don't waste it" before turning his attention back to Gary. The first few shots were planted as deep as he could before he pulled back slightly and showered the rest over the battered tissue. Gary's cock sprayed his chest and face with his own seed, milking a few more spurts from Ric's cock. "Oh fuck yeah! I waited so long to feel that!" Gary panted as Ric looked down at him. They stood there for a minute before Ric pulled his cock free. He reached out to pull Gary to his feet, but Gary just rolled on to his knees. For the next few minutes, Gary's tongue licked over the softening shaft before he kissed the tattoo above it. Ric looked around and a couple guys were wiping their mouths after swallowing someone's load. Ethan was using a handful of cum to slick his cock up before mounting another swimmer with a blue band. "Thanks! That was even hotter than I thought it would be" Gary said. "Good. You took it better than I expected since you don't have years of experience" Ric replied. "A buddy at work is pretty thick and fucks me a lot. Not as thick as you or as long, though. I've never had anyone go that deep" Gary said. Ric chuckled. "How ya feeling?" he asked. "Sore... and scared" Gary said. "If you're not ready, hit the emergency room for PeP. Otherwise, wait and see what happens. Anyone here with a red band can help you with questions or when you convert. If they won't, tell me and I'll beat their ass. My bug is in most of them" Ric said with a grin. -- Ric and Mateo were sitting at the airport waiting for their flight to board. "Did you like meeting all the guys you've heard stories about?" he asked Mateo. "Yeah. They are a friendly bunch. I wish I had that many gay friends in high school" Mateo said. "I only knew some of those guys then. The others didn't come out until after. That was my plan too, but I got outed" Ric said. "You turned out OK" Mateo replied, winking at Ric. "How was Joaquín?" Ric asked. "Fuckin awesome. I think he and Zac are going to try being open. He looked to be turned on watching Zac fuck some short furry guy after I'd bred his ass. They were laughing when Zac and him left, so they'll probably keep doing it" Mateo said. "Cool. They do make a cute couple" Ric said. He'd been meaning to text Thad since finding out he had given his mom a tattoo. "You inked my mom?" Ric sent off. "LOL, I dunno" Thad sent back. "Hope Daryl liked poking her tits too, LOL" Ric replied. "If we'd known we would have given her a discount" Thad sent. "NP, she's no longer bitching about my ink. Sending my dad your way. He's in the club so he gets that one at least, but he needs something bigger too. Can't do arms since it can't show at work. I'll pay 4 it" Ric said. "OK. Send me ideas and when he can get here" Thad said.

*Author’s Note: If you haven’t read “Cleaning out the Attic” I recommend you do so now – this is the second part of what seems to be turning into a bit of a novel.* Chapter Two - Journals Nick lay naked on his hotel bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, slowly rubbing his still hard cock. Sunlight streamed through the window falling across his sweat covered body, and making the few gray hairs sprinkled amongst his dark chest hair. Nick’s however took in none of it, not the warmth of the morning, or the sound of a bird chattering outside his window, all he could see was his 21 year old nephew, Luke, firing off another massive load while riding Nick’s cock just a half hour ago. He saw the boy’s square handsome face, with just a hint of stubble on the cheeks, screwed up as the orgasm rocked through his body. He felt Luke’s hole spasm around his fat throbbing cock. He remembered Luke’s round developing pecs, pink pert nipples, and swirling light brown chest hair all heaving as his breath burst out of him in uneven spurts. He ran his hand through his own chest hair and felt the boy’s dried load crunch under his fingers. He was broken out of his reverie by a buzz from the bed side table. Nick stretched and rolled over, smelling the dense scent that only comes from a long night of fucking drifting off of himself. He grabbed his phone and rolled only to his back again. It was a text from Brett, his husband, partner, lover and best friend of forty year. ‘Morning babe!’ it read. Nick grinned at his phone, even after all these years anything to do with Brett made is heart flutter. Brett had been the one to help Nick realize he was gay, the first man to fuck him, the first man he had ever felt any sort of romantic interest in. Together they had explored the wild freedom of the late 1970s in New York; they had been there for each other through the unknown and the fear in the 1980s, holding hands at funeral after funeral, trying to make sense of the world; and they had celebrated the shift in the universe. They had been married in Canada a few years prior, still not technically legal in the United States but that was changing. Nick had this feeling deep in his gut that soon he would be holding hands with Brett swearing to love him forever in the US too. Maybe, he thought, knowing what he now knew about his extended family, he wouldn’t be there all alone this time either. Though he would probably leave out the part about how he had fucked his brother’s son when finally telling the family about his sexuality. ‘Babe you will never fucking believe what’s happened.’ He texted back. ‘Oh no! Are you ok?” Brett’s response came back quickly, he must have had his phone in his hand. ‘Not in a bad way. Hold on.’ Nick pulled up FaceTime and called Brett, there was too much to put in one text. The screen was suddenly filled with his husband’s handsome face. It was still early in San Francisco and Brett was clearly still lounging in their bed. Cool misty morning light played across one side of Brett’s square handsome face. Brett was just as handsome as they day they had met. He still had the same rugged looking face, like a football jock, but now thin lines crept out from the corners of his eyes, and ran across his forehead. They gave the appearance that at any moment he was about to burst into raucous laughter. His hair was no longer the long wavy blonde mess it had been in 1977, it was silver, short on the sides with a high front and a soft fringe falling to one side. “You’re still in bed?” Brett said by way of a greeting, his face cracking into a wide smile, “What did you get up to.” “Seriously, you will not believe me.” “What?” “Ok, so you remember that journal that I wrote when we first got together.” “Your sex journal?” “It was more than that. I didn’t just write smut.” “Uh, sure.” He drew the last word out in a long teasing tone. “Listen, butt face, you wanna hear this story or do you wanna mock me.” “Honestly?” “Fuck you, ok. So before I came out to SF permanently I had taken some boxes to my parents that I didn’t have a place to store. Then when I told my dad about us and everything went south I thought I had pack them all into the car that night and brought them home. Turns out I had missed one. Why I never thought it was there I don’t know, but… there in my dad’s attic all this time was that box I could never find.” “Was it just the journal?” “No, the journal and all those Polaroids I used to take, and one really old jock.” “So you found it?” “Rick’s kid Luke did apparently when he was sorting through stuff.” Nick paused, letting that sentence hang dramatically for a few seconds before continuing, “And when I went to go help move the big boxes and things out of the attic I walked in right as he blew a huge load all over himself reading it wearing the fucking jock.” “Shit! Seriously? How old is this kid?” “Twenty One.” “That doesn’t really explain why you’re still in bed… unless…” “So I tell him to get dressed and we sit down in the hot fucking attic and I’m expecting to have to have this whole talk about what gay is and coming out. No, he’s out to his family, he has been for years, he’s been fucking guys at university and apparently a flock of daddies and bears around the town. He didn’t have questions he was just horny as fuck. He’d been reading the journal for days and jerking off to it every time. He’d even been wearing the jock while he worked. And then he tells me that reading about you fucking me for the first time had gotten him so worked up he got on Grindr and found a local guy to breed him.” “Fuck!” “I know, so we end up going to the gay bar next to my hotel, largely to get out of the hot fucking attic.” “Sure.” Another long drawn out teasing vowel. “So we’re swapping storied, and then he says that I’d described you so much that he feels like he knows all about you, or at least you of the 1970s.” “Young dumb and…” “But,” Nick cuts off his husband’s cheeky response, “I never described myself, and he wants to know what I look like.” “He asked you for a dick pic.” “Yeah basically. So I show him that video of me fucking the SFU kid. He then shows me a video of a daddy from school balls deep in his ass.” “Fuck this kid was begging for it.” “We basically sprinted to the room, ripped off each other’s clothes and he begged me to fuck him.” “So naturally…” “I fucked him twice last night and once this morning, he went home like forty minutes ago with a fresh load in his hole.” “Damn, you think he’ll be back for more?” “Oh absolutely.” ----- Luke had taken a detour on his way home. He was still sweaty and he assumed stunk of sex but he was on a mission. Nick had suggested he get a journal of his own, and that’s what he was going to do. He slipped into the bookstore quickly as he could, made his way to the writing section, and grabbed an unadorned hard covered journal. He paid for it quickly, hoping against the odds that the cute boy at the register didn’t clock that his tousled hair was from a recent fucking, and got the hell out of there. He was grateful no one was home when he got back to his parents house. He had told his mother he was spending the night at a high school friend’s house after getting too drunk to drive home. As soon as he was in his room he stripped off down to the same jock he’d been wearing for days. It felt like a part of him now, this old jock, it had become part of his erotic life over the past week. It was a physical attachment to the world he had longed to experience while reading Nick’s journal and his real life. It made him feel like he was part of that, like he could live his life like Nick had been. That the freedom to explore and experiment was his. In wearing it he felt that he was more than just another horny college boy with a thing for older men, he was a part of gay history, and culture, he was free to try anything. Try anything, he thought, Jesus he sure had done that. He’d spent the night being fucked by his dad’s brother. He still had his uncles cum inside him even. He took a pen off of his desk, unwrapped the new journal and lay on his bed. June 10th, 2011 At the advice of my uncle I’m starting a journal of my own; a next generation to go along with his. Nick’s journal is the story of his sexual awakening, how he understood his homosexuality, and became comfortable in that world. It starts with him and his best friend crossing a line and becoming more. So that is where I will start mine, with Nick and I crossing a line. As I write this I can practically feel the three massive loads Nick pumped into me last night. I let my uncle fuck me, more than that I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him unloading inside me, and as soon as I took that first forbidden load I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not by a long shot. As I left this morning, he kissed me by the door, and said: see you tonight. In a few hours I’ll be back in that hotel room, naked with the man who took over my fantasy life living out my own sexual freedom. So, how did this happen? How did I come to be full of my uncle’s load? It started when I found an old journal while cleaning out my grandfather’s attic. He wrote and wrote. He wrote down how his heart had pounded as he when he first found the journal. He tried to capture the fear he had felt when Nick had found him naked, and in the mist of orgasm, the journal in hand; then how that fear had turned into a low burring arousal that both he and Nick had tried to ignore. He described how it had felt to have Nick’s cock slide into him for the first time. He wrote about falling asleep in his uncles’ warm arms. Despite having cum multiple times with Nick, Luke’s cock was hard again as he wrote. For a moment as I woke up I thought it was all a dream. It couldn’t have happened like that. There was no way I had ended up in my uncle’s hotel room let alone having made love to him twice. Yet there was a heavy arm draped across my body, and warm hairy chest pressed into my back as I came around. I turned slightly to look at the man behind me still not completely believing my own memory. Yet, there he was, my uncle Nick. He too was still shaking off the last tendrils of sleep. He blinked a few times and then smiles. “How are you feeling,” He asked in little more than a whisper. “Good,” I said, in the same hushed tones. “No regrets about last night?” “No, God no. Fuck. That was… well that was amazing. Why… why do you…” “Not in the slightest.” He moved his big hand to my face and pulled me into a kiss. It started soft at first but as I rolled to face him it became more passionate. His tongue slid past my lips and his hands traveled down my body. We were both naked and I could feel his cock hardening against my body as mine did the same. His hand came to rest on my ass, squeezing. He brushed a finger against my hole and I gasped. “Sorry,” he said, “You’re probably sore from last night.” “A little,” I responded, “but not enough to make me say no to you.” “God damn.” He pushed my shoulder down into the bed knocking me onto my chest and disappeared under the sheets. He kicked my legs apart and I felt a hand on each of my cheeks. He spread my ass wide, and then came his tongue. I arched and pushed back, his tongue circling my hole, sending electric shocks through my body. My hole felt tender, but I wanted him again all the same. He pulled on my hips, shifting me back and sticking my ass in the air. Now with a better angle his tongue delved even deeper into my hole. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re still so full of cum. It’s like I just bred you. I bet you’d feel amazing right now.” “Fuck me and find out.” “You’re really up for another round?” “Absolutely. Please, fuck me.” “That’s all I need to hear.” He tossed the sheets back and reared up. Towering above me he spat on his cock and lined the head up with my hole again. For a second there was nothing but pain as my bruised ass was asked to open up again, but then his head burst in and it was only pleasure. He sank right to the hilt, the loads he had left inside me were more than enough lube. We both let out a groan of pleasure. He was taking his time, genially fucking me this time. His cock slid from my hole in long deep strokes. Each time he pressed back in the head of his cock knocked against my prostate sending waves through my body. Nick’s tongue dragged across the back of my neck, and his hands pressed me down into the bed. We both groaned together. “I want to see you ride me,” Nick breathed in my ear. Nick pulled back and spanked my ass before pulling out. He flopped down on the bed next to me and I scrambled to get up over him. I straddled his legs and sat slowly down. His cock easily found my hole. I sighed as my ass came to rest on his hips. “God damn, you look so fucking sexy sitting on my cock.” “Your cock just feels so perfect.” “Ride me, show me how much you need it.” I bounced up and down. Slowly at first, and then harder. I worked my ass down onto his dick making it hit as deep as it could. Nick’s face was contorted in pleasure. The little lines around his eyes deepened, fanning out as he scrunched his face trying to stave off the inevitable. I rocked harder, one hand drifted to my own cock. I started to stroke myself as I rode Nick. It was clear we were both building to the edge. When it came it crashed over us both like an unexpected wave hits you in the ocean. The force of my own orgasm blinded me to what was happening inside my hole. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock and spattered across Nick’s hairy torso. It fell into the thick pelt and glistened against his sweaty heaving chest. It was only as my breath started to come back to normal that I felt the warmth spreading inside me. Nick’s cock gave one last throb and pushed even more cum into my hole. I collapsed forward and kissed him. Luke was hard again. He’d had a massive load fucked out of him not two hours before but his balls ached. He pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and started to work another load out of his balls. ----- Brett padded to the kitchen naked after he hung up with Nick. His cock was still semi hard, swinging heavily in front of him as he walked. Nick had fucked his nephew, Brett’s mind was spinning. He should, he thought, be grossed out, or upset, or something, but in reality it was hot. Nick had sent him a picture from the boy’s Instagram, he was a well bit college senior, a little stubble on his cute face, and bright kind eyes. Brett would have fucked him too if he’d found the boy jerking off in just a jock. He rubbed his cock a few time, feeling the blood flow back to his member momentarily. “God, that journal,” he said out loud to the empty apartment. He remembered that weekend in ’77 probably better than most things in his life. He remembered the power going out. The whole city was dark, for the first five minutes it was one of the most terrifying things he’d ever experienced. Just looking out of the window and seeing nothing that the dim ambient moonlight couldn’t pick out was horrifying in New York City. Everyone is so use to the bright lights of the street lamps, apartment windows, and neon signs that they never think about how dark the night really can be. Then it was all gone and their tiny apartment on the West Side felt like an island in the middle of a vast ocean. Of course, his childhood in Florida had kicked in the, he’d been through enough hurricanes to know what to do when the power went out. He’d filled coolers, moved beer around, he’d filled the tub with water in case something happened. He’d dug candles out of drawers and placed them around the one common space, and then they had sat. In the oppressive heat of July in NYC they had sat in the dark and drank beer, the apartment still felt like a little island, but a warm and welcome one now. Nick had been the thing that made him feel safe, though he didn’t articulate that at the time. It felt like the two of them could take on anything so long as they were together. Then the conversation had drifted to sex. Brett had been dying to tell Nick that he was gay for ages. The scale of the secret growing in his mind with each passing day. There, by the light of candles, and in the circle of safety Nick created just by existing, Brett had finally felt brave. He’d let it out, and though he worried about Nick’s reaction, he felt better just for saying it. He loved his life, he liked being gay, he like men, he was secure in who he was; and if Nick had reacted badly, well that was what it was but he had to tell him. He hadn’t reacted badly though. Quite the opposite. They’d stripped off most of their clothes trying to escape the inescapable hot humid air, and Nick had little to hide his arousal as Brett shared. What had come next were the things of dreams. He had imagined what it would be like to sleep with Nick, what his cock would be like, what his hole would taste like but he’d never thought it could happen. Then there they were, naked together, candle light flickering about them. He had opened Nick slowly just like the first man to fuck him had done. When Nick hole was slick with spit and winking hungrily at him, he slid his cock inside his best friend and changed their lives forever. Neither of them knew it then but that was the start of their real relationship. From that moment on they were a pair. They’d drifted apart once or twice, Brett had given Nick a lot of space to explore his new found sexuality, but they had always come back to each other from that moment on. When Brett had gone home with that first guy in college he had been terrified that that meant the end of his chances of happiness. He understood being homosexual to mean being alone for the rest of your life. It meant giving up your family and friends for nothing but ultimately unfulfilling sex. Though, being twenty-one, and drunk at the time meant he didn’t think of any of those things till the next morning. He’d stayed at the bar after his other friends left, he did that a lot in those days. He’d always known that he wasn’t attracted to women in the same way as his brothers and his friends, but the realization that he was attracted to men had been slow. Now in his last year of college he got it. He looked at the men his friends had grown into and got hard thinking about their bodies. He saw the chest hair not poking out of the tops of their, looked at their firm asses squished into tight faired jeans. He longed to see them naked in a way he never thought about the girls they met out at parties. All of that left him ultimately lonely, even when sitting in a bar full of his friends he felt isolated. So, when everyone else had left, he stayed and drank, hoping to squash the feelings he didn’t dare give a voice to. An older man had sat down at the bar, handsome and fairly unassuming. He was probably in his mid-forties. He had a square face, a rather round nose, and short hair turning gray at the temples. He wore a button-down shirt open to just below his pecs exposing a broad swath of fur covered skin. Brett couldn’t help his eyes flicking down. The man had introduced himself as Aaron, and they had started chatting. Aaron had a few beers, bought Brett another one, while they made small talk. Brett liked talking to Aaron, there was something a familiarity there that he didn’t yet understand. It was his gay-dar going off, which was obvious in retrospect. When Aaron has said he was stepping outside for a smoke, Brett had followed despite not being a smoker himself. Aaron went around the corner of the building rather than standing under the street light out front, “less windy”. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag on it and handed it to Brett before lighting another one for himself. Brett, not wanting to seem uncool, took a deep pull on the cigarette and promptly launched himself into a massive coughing fit. “You don’t actually smoke do you,” Aaron laughed good naturedly. “No.” Brett looked down at his shoes, feeling very bashful. “Why did you come out then?” Aaron took a step closer to Brett, the intensity of his gaze dragged Brett’s eyes back up. “I didn’t want to sit at the bar alone.” “Is that all, or was there something more specific that brought you out here.” He stepped closer again. They were now inches apart. Brett could smell the sweet intermingled scent of beer and smoke with each breath Aaron let out. He felt weak at the knees. A fire was growing in him, his crotch began to bulge, and his mind felt muddles. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I think you do.” Then “it” happened. He kissed another man. That thing he had been pondering, secretly yearning for, happened and it was wonderful. The roughness of Aaron’s face against his, the instance of the man’s tongue entering his mouth, it was everything he had wanted. Brett’s hands quickly found Aaron’s hips and pulled him closer, their crotches pressed tight as their kiss continues. Aaron brought one hand up behind Brett’s head, holding him in place, the other dangling to the side keeping the still lit cigarette out of reach. When they broke apart Brett was flushed, his whole face felt red. Heat seemed to radiate from his entire body. He locked eyes with Aaron and found himself unable to move, despite how hard his heart was pounding. “Do you want to get out of here,” Aaron said, his lips barely an inch from Brett’s, “or do you want to keep making out in an alley.” “I have… I have roommates…” Brett said, feeling lame as soon as the words were out of his mouth. “I don’t.” “Ok.” Brett’s voice was little more than a whisper. His heart was in his throat, and his stomach felt as though it was about to fall out, but still he said yes. The beers had given him the courage to do what he had been yearning for. He was saying yes to this incredibly sexy man. He was going to say yes to whatever Aaron asked him. He was determined to finally know what it was to have sex with a man… and maybe that, he though, would explain his feelings. They walked, not quite touching, the few block’s to Aaron’s apartment. It was a cozy walk up, in an unassuming brick multistory building. They slipped from the bright florescent hallway, into the dim warmth of Aaron’s living room. The walls were dark and paneled, a big comfortable looking sofa dominated one whole side of the room, a big thick television the other. A light glowed in the small kitchenette, leading them into the bedroom. It was small but perfectly appointed. Everything about the apartment made Brett feel at ease. It wasn’t sleazy or frightening, overly fem or queer as his mother would have said, it was just warm and safe. Brett perched on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. Aaron clicked on a scarf covered lamp on the bedside table. The soft rose tinted glow spilled over one side of his body, throwing the sharp lines of his face, and the swells of his muscles into sharp relief. Never breaking eye contact with Brett, he unbuttoned his shirt. Every inch revealing more of his fur covered torso. When he cast the shirt aside, standing in just his tight, high waisted bell bottoms, he looked to Brett in that moment the perfect specimen of manhood. It was like the Bert Reynolds centerfold Brett had lusted after so many times had come to life right in front of him. Aaron put a hand softly under the boy’s chin and tilted his head back. He bent down and lightly kissed his latest conquest on the lips. He felt the tension go out of the boy. He needs this, Aaron thought. He pulled Brett to his feet, and locked his fingers under the edge of the boy’s t-shirt. He pulled it up over his head revealing a cute fit physique. Brett loved exercise, not just because he then got to see sweaty men in the locker room after. He loved how it made him feel. He liked seeing his pecs press through the soft clinging material of a shirt, or see his ass bulge in a pair of tight pants. He was proud of his round pink nipples, and the hair that grew between them. He had every right to be, he was hot. Aaron ran his fingers over the boy’s chest, feeling the warm flesh under the honey blonde fur. They kissed again, this time with more passion. Brett pulled them back together. He wanted to feel Aaron’s flesh against his own. He wanted to feel the warmth of another man’s body against him. His hands explored now. He was gaining confidence. Having taken the first step of following a man home, he felt like anything was possible. He kissed Aaron’s neck, licking the salty sweat from his skin. Aaron took Brett and held him back, before bending his head to do the same. He licked at the boy’s flesh, and then slowly down his chest. His tongue flicked over Brett’s nipple bringing out the first whimper of pleasure from the boy. He did it again, and Brett groaned. He’d never felt anything like this. They tumbled back onto the bed, falling in a mess of limbs and kissed. Aaron ground his hips into Brett, pressing their erections together. Brett’s mind burst. Any doubt he had about his attraction to me, or his want for their bodies was quickly vanishing. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. It was absolutely nothing like being with a woman. He wanted to Aaron’s cock. He wanted to grab it, to stroke it, he wanted – and it shocked him to realize – to swallow Aaron’s cock down his throat. Aaron grabbed both of Brett’s hands and pinned them above his head against the mattress. His fingers danced across Brett’s nipples as his tongue made its way to the mass of blonde fur exploding from his pit. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the hair, and tasted the boy’s musk. Brett writhed. It all was so new and felt so good. Slowly Aaron slithered his tongue down Brett’s body, playing over his nipple again for a moment before continuing down. His hand’s reached Brett’s throbbing crotch first. He grasped at the straining fabric that barely managed to contain his erection. Brett groaned as Aaron rubbed him through his jeans. Expertly Aaron undid Brett’s belt and then unbuttoned his fly. Brett shifted his weight, and Aaron pulled his pants off in one quick move. Brett now lay, his legs on either side of Aaron’s body, in just his white briefs. A big wet spot had formed in the front of them, turning the fabric almost translucent, from the massive amounts of precum he was leaking. Aaron bent forward, and kissed the boy’s hard cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He rubbed the stubble of his chin along the shaft, and then hooked his fingers under the waistband. He slipped Brett’s underwear off, allowing his cock to spring up and slap against his stomach, and left him completely naked. Brett’s breath was coming hard and fast, his eyes locked on Aaron as the older man bent forward, took hold of his cock, and started to suck. Brett had had blow jobs before but none so expert as this. Aaron swallowed hard, and Brett’s rather sizeable cock vanished down his throat. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned, both hands behind his head, allowing Aaron to ravish him. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the head of Brett’s leaking cock, savoring the sweet precum that was now practically pouring out. He worked his mouth up and down, sucking hard. He buried his nose in Brett’s pubes and worked his throat around the wide shaft. He had one hand playing with Brett’s nipple, the other was now playing with his balls. As he sucked he slid that hand under Brett’s ass, and began to slide a finger along Brett’s crack. Almost instinctively Brett shifted his hips up to allow Aaron access to his still virgin hole. He didn’t know it yet but before the night was out he would be begging Aaron to fuck him. Aaron sensed Brett was getting close to the point of no return, but he wasn’t done with his latest play thing. He let Brett’s cock fall from his mouth, and moved up to kiss the boy deeply. Brett kissed him back, open mouthed, moaning. Aaron moved from between Brett’s legs and go off the bed. For a moment Brett was frightened the evening was coming to an end, had he done something wrong, then he watched with joyous rapture as Aaron took off his own pants. When he undid the buttons of his fly Brett saw that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. A thick dark brown bush burst out from the now open fly, and the base of what looked like a massive cock. Aaron pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them off of his feet. When he stood back upright, he was fully naked and completely hard. His whole body was covered in hair, he really was Brett’s favorite centerfold come to life. Unlike the Reynolds photos though, there was no careful covering of Aaron’s crotch. A long, meaty cock, with a big bulbous head, now pointed straight at Brett. Two big heavy looking balls swung pendulously below, all nestled in a dense dark patch of public hair. Brett was frozen. He’d never seen another man like this. It was everything he’d dared to dream it would be. “Why don’t you come sit on the edge of the bed and suck my cock,” Aaron said, a wicked smile on his face. Brett snapped out of his reverie. This was the moment, he was doing to touch another man’s cock. In his mind it was somehow one thing to have another man suck your cock, but to be the one doing the sucking… that was the last bridge He swallowed hard, moved to the edge of the bed and said a little nervously, “I’ve um… I’ve never sucked anyone before.” “I kinda figured. Just swallow, and try to keep your teeth out of the way. Something tells me you’re going to be good at this.” Aaron was right, as soon as Brett’s lips closed around Aaron’s cock he knew what to do. He understood immediately how to make a man feel pleasure, and he was good at it. He swallowed just like Aaron had done, and felt the shocking girth of Aaron’s cock vanish down his throat. He was gifted, he didn’t gag, or splutter. He breathed through his nose and worked his throat and mouth around his first cock. Aaron held him by the back of the head, lightly guiding Brett as he learned rhythm and pacing. Brett was in heaven. He could have sucked on Aaron’s cock forever. He loved the feeling of pubes against his nose, of balls on his chin. He loved the pressure when his breathing was cut off for a moment, and the fullness he felt when Aaron’s head went down his throat. He was actively sad when Aaron pulled his cock fully from his mouth. “I told you you’d be good at that,” he bent down and kissed Brett on his spit covered mouth. “I love sucking your cock,” Brett said, his eyes mad with lust. “I know you do, and you’ll get to suck it more… but I’ve got something else in mind. I’m guessing if you’ve never sucked cock before you’ve never had your ass eaten?” “No… I don’t…” “I’ll show you. Flip over, on all fours with your ass pointing towards me. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Brett did as he was told and rolled over, with his knees tucked tight under his chest and his ass exposed at the edge of the bed. He was tense, he didn’t know what to expect, and then he felt it. The brush of Aaron’s stubble on his ass cheeks, his hot wet breath on his untouched flesh. Then something wet, warm, and probing brushed against his hole. Brett groaned, Aaron’s tongues and dancing across his virgin hole. The tension washed away as pleasure radiated from his hole through his entire body. He was groaning into the bed sheets. It felt good. It felt better than good. It was amazing. Never in his whole life had Brett imagined that something could feel like this, and certainly never imagined this pleasure coming from his ass. Firm hands gripped his ass cheeks, holding the apart. Aaron reared back and spat a massive wad of spit right into Brett’s now winking hole. The dense hair that grew in a spiral around his pucker was slicked down with Aaron’s spit – it was a beautiful sight. He was going to take this boy’s virginity. He was going to work him open till he begged to be fucked. Aaron decided there was no way that Brett was leaving that apartment without his load inside him. The tongue returned, and Brett moaned again. He felt Aaron spread his spit around, making his ass slick. He could tell that his hole was relaxing too, that the probing and pushing of Aaron’s tongue was slowly starting to work. At first it was just the tip of Aaron’s tongue sort of catching, pausing as it pulled at the lip of his hole. Then it was more forceful and driving, dipping inside for just a moment and actually spreading Brett open. It was slow, and hardly noticeable at first, but eventually Brett realized that Aaron’s tongue was slipping in and out of his ass hole with ease. Aaron noticed the change too, he sucked and chewed on Brett’s hole relaxing his ring even more. When he pulled back to spit into the boy’s hole again it looked completely different. He wasn’t looking at a tight untouched pucker but a pink inviting hole slowly winking. He slid his finger down Brett’s crack, pausing to rub his hole for a moment, before continuing on. He added more spit, and then did it again. This time he stayed longer, his finger pushing at the center of Brett’s hole for a moment. More spit, then more pressure; he repeated this process over and over till Brett’s hole suddenly relaxed completely and the first inch of his finger vanished inside the boy. Brett practically screamed, but not in pain, mostly in surprise. His hole was being penetrated, it was happening. He was going to go all the way with a man. He was going all the way… Aaron withdrew his finger, spat on Brett hole again and then pressed it back in. This time his whole finger slid inside. Brett went wild. “Relax, you’re doing great.” “It feel so fucking good,” Brett panted. “I know, just wait till I’ve got you open enough for my cock.” “Fuck, yes please. I want you to fuck me.” “You want me to take your virginity?” “Yes! I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.” “Good. Ok,” Aaron slid his finger back out and sucked on it, savoring the boy’s taste, and then did the same to his middle finger. “Take a deep breath in, and hold it for a moment.” He rubbed the two fingers on Brett loosening hole, “now breath out slowly.” He pushed in as Brett breathed out. With a little pressure two fingers were worked easily inside of Brett who let out a gasp. He could feel the change in thickness and it made him giddy with lust. His own cock was leaking precum so much that a near continuous stream was dripping onto the bed below him forming a large puddle. Aaron worked his fingers around, sliding them in and out, pulling at the sides of Brett’s hole. When he pulled them back out to add more spit he watched as Brett’s ass gaped open for a second before winking closed. He hawked another big mouthful of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then pushed three fingers in. Another loud groan from Brett as he was opened wider still. After more twisting and pulling Aaron knew it was time. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across Brett’s broad back, and his breathing was short and ragged. The cute soon to be deflowered college jock was in heat, he needed to be fucked and fucked soon. He got really close to Brett’s ear, keeping his fingers lodged inside the boy, and said in a breathy voice, “Are you ready for my cock?” Brett’s answer was almost a shout, “Yes! Please fuck me!” “Good boy.” Aaron withdrew his fingers, and slid them along his cock adding the slickness from Brett’s hole to his shaft. He dropped more spit onto his head and rubbed it on the open hole in front of him. Brett whimpered and pushed his ass back. Prefect, Aaron thought, he’s ready, and Aaron pressed forward. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through Brett’s body and Aaron’s cock broke through his hole for the first time. His spine seemed to tingle, his fingers went momentarily numb, and his vision shrunk down to tiny pin points. Euphoria coursed through his veins, and hit his mind like a storm surge crashing on the breakwater. He let out a guttural sound unlike he’d ever made before and his chest collapsed onto the bed. “Good, good,” Aaron cooed as he slid more of his cock inside Brett’s virgin hole. He dropped a few more big globs of spit onto his shaft as he went lubing up Brett’s ass for the fucking he was about to receive. They took their time, and it was almost a full five minutes before Aaron’s considerable length and girth was completely buried inside Brett’s now quivering hole. “Holy shit! Holy shit,” Brett panted over and over again. “You did it, you took my whole cock.” “Oh my God.” “Feel my balls on your taint?” Aaron rocked back and forth causing his balls to lightly tap against Brett’s taint. “Yes!” “Do you like being full of cock?” “Fuck yes! It feels so good!” “How does this feel?” He pulled about half of his cock out of Brett’s hole and then slid it back in slowly. The boy groaned under him. “Fuck. Oh my god! Its so… holy shit!” “Again?” “Yes!” Brett practically shouted. Aaron pulled a little more of his cock out this time, and then just as slowly made his way back inside of Brett. He paused for a moment, and then again. Each time he pulled back a little further, but he kept the speed slow and deliberate. It let Brett get use to being fucked, but it also worked his hole open more so it could take more of a pounding when Aaron was ready to let him have it. It was when Aaron was sliding the full length of his cock in and out of Brett as the boy pushed back against his cock that Aaron knew he was ready. He took hold of Brett’s hips and slammed in. The boy let out another deep guttural roar, but did not shy away. Aaron did it again, and this time Brett slammed his ass back to meet Aaron’s thrust. “You want me to pound you?” “Yes! Fuck me! Pound my fucking ass!” “Fucking pig!” Aaron roared as he started mercilessly railing Brett’s ass. He knew his cock was banging hard against Brett’s second hole, almost busting threw each time, it had hurt he thought; but he was wrong. Everything about the experience was joy for Brett. He had let go and it was everything he wanted. The blunt head of Aaron’s cock knocked hard against his prostate with each thrust sending a pulse of endorphins through his body. The pressure on his second hole felt like a goal not yet achieved, something even more pleasurable to unlock. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he would never be with a woman again. Sex with another man was too good. The first time, him losing his virginity, was better than any experience he had ever hand with a woman. Surly if this was where he was starting it could only become better from there. Aaron for his part was shocked looking down and seeing how quickly Brett’s hole had adapted to being fucked. His ass lips gripped tight to Aaron’s cock but there was no unwanted tension or fear. He was taking cock like someone who had been getting fucked for years. He had gone from tight virgin to Aaron’s favorite kind of hole, warm, open and easy to fuck, in an hour. He felt himself approaching the cliff and slowed down. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled his cock out of Brett, which elicited a sad sounding whimper, and smacked the boy on the ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Get on your back,” he commanded. Brett rolled over, with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Aaron took Brett’s ankles in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. He lent forward, bending Brett in half and tipping his ass up off the bed. He slid in easily, his dick slick with Brett’s ass juice. He watched as Brett’s eyes rolled back, a sloppy grin spreading across his face as Aaron’s cock worked deep inside him again. From this angle he was able to get even deeper, and he held his cock hard against Brett’s second hole till it at last gave way and the last bit of Aaron’s cock shot into Brett’s ass. Brett let out something half way between a grunt and a woof at that. His eyes went totally blank, and his mouth hung slack. Aaron put his hands down on either side of Brett’s legs, trapping Brett’s knees against his shoulders. As he leaned forward his cock pushed just that much further inside of the jocks absolutely quivering asshole. He gave the boy a soft kiss. Brett responded by wrapping his arms around Aaron’s neck and holding him close. He kissed the man who was deep inside him, trying to pour all of the pleasure he was receiving and gratitude he felt towards Aaron in that moment into the kiss. He whimpered into Aaron’s mouth and around his invading tongue as the older man started to fuck him again. Brett let his grasp slip and Aaron reared back, starting to fuck him hard again. The pounding Aaron was giving him was not just hard but loud. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was accompanied by a slightly wet sound as Brett’s hole became sloppy. They were both sweating profusely at this point. Trails of sweat ran down Aaron’s chest making slick lines through his dense chest hair. All of the hair on Brett’s stomach was matted down from the river of precum he was leaking. There was so much on his stomach that it looked as though he had already shot his load on himself. Aaron held Brett by the thighs hammering hard. Brett had both hands behind his head now, his youthful muscular body stretched out before Aaron for the ravishing. He watched the young man’s pecs bounce as he hammered away at his no longer virgin hole. A near continuous stream of grunts, groans and profanity streamed from Brett’s mouth as his hole was decimated. Brett didn’t know the signs of approaching orgasm in another man yet. He hadn’t yet learned to note the tightening of the face, the shoulders retracting, the changes in breath. So when Aaron let out a mighty roar and slammed his entire cock inside of Brett he was completely unprepared. He was also unprepared for the warmth that seemed to flow into him from Aaron’s now pulsating cock. Yet the most surprising thing of all was that as Aaron’s cock pumped inside him his own cock spasmed and launched a massive load all over his body. The force of his orgasm caused him to clamp down on Aaron’s cock, making the older man roar again as his cock throbbed against the pressure. They were both panting. As his orgasm subsided Brett understood what had just happened. Aaron had cum. Not only that Aaron had cum inside him. None of the girls Brett had been with would let him cum inside them for fear of getting pregnant but he didn’t have that to worry about. He now felt the warmth in his ass and understood it. He loved it. It turned him on even more. He had another man’s cum inside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until their breathing returned to normal. Aaron slowly took his delating cock from Brett’s hole and they both let out a satisfied sigh. He had gotten the boy a towel, then they cleaned up and got dressed. When Brett kissed Aaron goodbye at the door, clutching the little piece of paper on which Aaron had written his phone number down, he felt giddy. He felt no guilt, or conflict about what had just happened. It had been what he wanted and what he needed. That night had started him down a path. A path that had led him to Nick ultimately. Brett lay in his bed that night and felt his slick hole. It made him hard to think about the load buried deep inside him. Brett flopped onto his bed and looked out of the window remembering Aaron and his first time. His cock stood straight up from his body, hard as a rock. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram. After a quick search he found what he was looking for, his husband’s nephew Luke. He scrolled down a little and there it was, a photo of Luke tailgating for a game at school, standing in the bright afternoon sun shirtless. Brett took hold of his cock and started to stroke it his mind full of all the terrible, delicious things he would do to Luke if he ever got his hands on him.

There’s an east Asian top who is a regular at SBN in London (a weekly sex party). He gives me his load whenever I go. He has a lovely dick, average in size, but hard as a rock. He is an incredible fucker: vigorous, focused and always enthusiastic. But I don’t think any of that has anything to do with his ethnicity. He’s just a good top.

From a very early age, I was always a massive fan of cottaging. I loved the feeling of excitement, getting on my bike after school, walking in and that amazing smell of stale piss and male musk that filled the air. Reading the messages on the cubicle walls, waiting with complete anticipation for a big beautiful cock to come sliding through the gloryhole so I could wrap my lips around it and nurse that amazing nectar of spunk out of it. As I got older, I got more brazen and would join in at the trough, pulling at my cock for others to see and hopefully get an eyeful of some delicious meat for me to have. I badly miss the days of cottaging and anon sex in a toilet, how do you guys feel, particularly the younger gen who have never known the joy of cottage sex, do you feel like you've missed out, or glad it passed you by

My name is Luke, I’m 18, and currently a senior in highschool. I’m 5’11 and pretty well proportioned I’d say, skinny but still slightly muscular. I’d like to get more built and work on my muscle mass but as much as I seem to try and I can’t gain much more. More on that later though, i also have a very attractive face and the trail of broken hearts and pussies to prove it. Now I’m no heartbreaker but I did cheat a couple time and I’ve also been told my dick is too big to handle for the few girls who I could convince to try sucking it. It’s only about 8 & 1/2 inches but it is a good thickness, I’m not super sure what’s the average size cause I’ve only seen bits and pieces of flaccid or hard cock in the locker rooms. I never intentionally grab a peak since that’s kinda gay, but it happens cause eyes wander and that’s only human nature. But I’ve heard that I have a pretty huge cock compared to my classmates, though flaccid we all kinda look the same size so I have to take girls’ word for it. So there is this one guy, a football player named Zach, who rumors say also has big a cock like mine and I’ve been trying to catch him with and accidental hard on just to size up the competition but no luck yet. Anyways, I bring up Zach because there is this cute girl, Penny, who is known to put out and since she just broke things off with Zach I know she’s available and can take my big cock. Even if it is Zach’s sloppy seconds. Now I’m just sitting in the back of math class for the last few minutes aching for the bell ring so I can go catch myself a new side piece and hopefully get laid. I am a virgin unfortunately but I’m hoping Penny will change that. I grabbed her some stuff as a present, some candy and a soda plus some make up, maybe that’ll help persuade her. Finally after the bell rings I rush to the main hallway on the back of the building cause I know that’s where exits the school usually and today was no different. “Hey Penny,” I said getting her attention and she came up to me. “What’s up Luke?” She replied. I dug her presents out of my bag and handed them to her, “These are all for you.” “For me? Thank you, but what did I do to deserve this?” She asked as I zipped up my back pack and put it on. “Well I was hoping you would meet me at Pep’s for dinner sometime this week?” She flashed me her cute little smile. Pep’s is one our local Pizza restaurants, one of the better ones. “Can I get back to you tomorrow? I have a test I need to study for tomorrow and it’s all I can think about.” She put her hand on my arm as she asked and I immediately started to chub up, thankfully I wore tight boxer briefs today instead of boxers. “No problem cutie -“ She cut me off as she started to walk away, “Sweet, I’ll see you tomorrow then!” And with that she was gone, I watched her butt pressing against her skirt as she walked away. Alright I guess since I have no plans this afternoon I should hit the school gym and see if any of my mates are there. When I get there I see Bradley and Connor, two of my basketball teammates. Bradley is blonde with a medium length hair cut and is slightly taller than me and just as fit but with a slightly larger body mass. Same for Conner except he has short black hair, and we all joke about Connor’s bubble butt. Honestly I don’t think mine is very far off from Connor’s, but he prances it around jokingly sometimes in the locker room cause he clearly likes the attention. Me, Bradley, and Connor do a work out routine with a couple sets until it’s about time to go. I filled them in on me asking out Penny as we walk into the locker room, Bradley playfully smacks my ass, “Atta boy!” He says and Connor replies, “She hasn’t even said yes yet bro don’t get too excited.” We all chuckled and then went to shower and change. Now our locker room has a different area for showering on the north and south end of the room. One leads to an open shower area and the other side has private cubicle showers, and guys tend to use either just depending on how busy or shy they are. I generally use the open showers if we’re showering as a team or only with teammates cause they’ve already seen it all, but when the open showers are even slightly preoccupied I like to use the cubicles. But today it was just us 3 in the showers so we kind of naturally drifted towards to group showers. We washed up, dried off, and changed clothes to head home. “Hey get that pussy tomorrow! Even if it is Zach’s sloppy seconds” Bradley said as they were starting to leave, “Oh shut up Bradley! You’re not wrong but who are you to talk when you are known to swoop in for the rebound, don’t make me count the number of chicks I’ve been with before you!” “I’m just joking,” Bradley said backing off, “Plus maybe they broke up cause she didn’t want to do it with him?” Bradley suggested. “Don’t get his hopes up dude,” Connor said then turned to me, “Just treat her to a nice night even if she doesn’t put out, maybe she needs another date or two, if she even goes out with you that is.” “I know, I know, I know… I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.” I finish the conversation and we all head our separate ways home but I can’t stop thinking about Penny’s ass against her skirt. Once I get home I go immediately to my room and lock the door, I sit at my desk chair and pull out my aching member. It’s starting to feel full in my hand as I start to pump, the vain on the side pushing up a bit, and the head starts to enlarge. I grab my balls with my other hand and start to massage them, imagine it was Penny’s tongue. I shoot my load onto my shirt right away. I change shirts and head down stairs to see what’s for dinner. My dad just brought home dinner, perfect timing I just blew a load after working out so I was hungry enough to eat a horse. He told me to find me brother and tell him dinner was here. It’s just my brother, dad, and I, my mom walked out on us when I was young due to a drug addiction. We don’t need her though, we’re a happy little family on our own. I go up to my brothers door, across the hall from mine, and knock on it firmly, then yell “Dad’s home with dinner!” “Come in,” I hear faintly from the other side of the door. I open the door and see my sleepy brother leaning up in bed, must’ve taken a nap after work. His brown head having been styled all messy by his nap, and I could’ve sworn there was a faint outline of a hardon but I wasn’t trying to find out. I didn’t mean to peak, big dicks just run in the family, growing up I’ve seen my brother and dad naked a few times. “Hurry up, we’re not gonna wait for you,” I say turning to leave. “What’s for dinner,” he calls after me. I called back, “Fried chicken,” as I headed back down the stairs to the kitchen where I find my dad. My dad is 39, he and my mom had my brother when they were 18, making my brother now 21. My dad was doing well for a single father, if he was stressed he did a good job of never showing it. He was always caring but he was firm when he wanted to be, me and my brother weren’t always the best but we’ve had to grow up faster since our mom walked out of the picture. Tall, with very short but healthy brown hair, broad shoulders and big arms to compliment them, my dad was a construction worker, or at least something like that. I’ve never really cared for the details, but he’s in the sun all day lifting heavy things so he’s gained a bit of muscle and a tan over the years. He also has a short beard, which he trims often because he says he doesn’t like how it feels when it grows out. After we all eat dinner I help clean up and head back up to my room. I debate about jerking out another load but decide against it and hit the hay. The next day went by as normal by I felt like Penny was avoiding me all day so before the last period i knew I had to track her down in-between periods. When I finally found her she was standing outside in the hall during passing period almost like she was waiting for me. She seemed to be in a good mood and she caught me at a good time cause there’s really no one in this corner of the school except for a few classes. “Hey there,” she said shyly. “Hey there-“ she cut me off again. “Hold out your hand, quick!” I did and she placed her wadded up wet panties in my hand. “So hot,” I said brazenly taking a sniff. “I’d like it if you’d put them in your mouth,” she didn’t have to say another word I shoved them in my mouth and savored the flavor, rolling it around in my mouth. I tucked her panties away and we arranged to meet tonight at Peps. “I’ll see you later, we’re gonna have fun!” Little did I know by we, she didn’t mean me. “Oh…” she said as she then gave me a smile that made me weak in the knees, “and wear those panties tonight, if you don’t I’ll know you’re no fun.” She left abruptly after that leaving me dumbfounded, wear her panties? If I do this for her she must be about to do some freaky shit for me! Later that night I arrived at peps like planned, Penny looking cute as hell in the booth alone. When I joined her she gave me a look and I knew what it meant. I flashed her the waistband on the bright red panties I was wearing under my jeans. Felt weird but kinky, I wasn’t completely hating it. After chatting for a bit she suggests we go for a drive so I take her to one of my favorite make out spots but she claims to know a better place so I follow her lead. When we get there I ask if she wants to move to the back seat and she agrees and moves to get out of the car to go around, I’m moving through the inside of the car when I hear the car door opposite of Pennys’ side open. Then I feel a thump on my head and BLack Out I wake up tied to a tree, my ass is so sore, it feels wet too. So does my face now that I think about it. I quickly break free of the loose ties and quickly make my way home. Lucky my car was left alone but Penny was nowhere to be found. I tried calling her, but she only picked up for a second to say “Thanks for such a great night, wear those panties again tomorrow and I promise you a big surprise!” Then she hung up. I don’t know what else to do but start driving home. On the way home my ass starts leaking through my panties and through my pants. (Yes I’m still wearing them what else am I supposed to do) I get home, take a shower, and jump into bed my mind pondering what my surprise could be. It was a surprise alright. Zach was waiting for me to arrive at school, how could I have expected this. Zach approaches me while we’re still in the parking lot. “Yo shithead,” he says trying to intimidate me, “You’re brave showing your face so soon.” I try to respond “Wha-“ but I’m cut off as Zach shoves me to the ground, by now everyone around is watching but no one is helping. “You’ll be lucky if you ever get laid again.” He says towering above me, some of his friends/goon start to show up during all our commotion. “Dude. For real I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try to explain. He lowers his voice so only we can hear. “I’ll make it real easy for you to understand. No girl is ever gonna want a panty wearing fag.” Then he looks behind me and says, “Isn’t that right babe?” Penny walks up from somewhere behind me. “Not only that babe, but he already sucked your cum off my panties.” My world stopped. Penny was still with Zach, I had been setup. I had put Zach cum in my mouth. I was wearing the panties just like Penny had asked but I thought it would get me into her pants. Now they all know I’m wearing panties and I’m on the ground trying not to cry as I feel my social life slip away. One of Zach’s close friend, Chris, offered his hand to help me up, I took it reluctantly. When he pulled me up he kept me within earshot to hear him whisper “Meet me in the woods behind the bleachers after school.” I never got the chance to respond because Zach started to talk. Zach said they wouldn’t tell anyone as long as I do what they say. Never clarifying what it is he’s gonna have me doing. After that Zach and his goons kind of all looked at each other for a second confirming they did what they came to do, then they filtered out and towards their first class. Leaving me nothing but a puddle of questions and nerves. Surprisingly the day goes by like normal, until the school day ends and I have to go meet Chris, or who knows what he might say. The second he sees me underneath the bleachers he whips his cock out, wasting no time he says, “Suck my dick you panty wearing fag. And take your shirt and pants off.” I was appalled, “No way in hell!” “Fine then I guess you want me to tell everyone what a-“ “Fuck you,” I cut him off knowing I had no choice here. I stripped to only my panties, feeling slightly vulnerable under the bleachers where anyone could come over and see if it were busy. He pushed me to my knees, “It’s not gonna suck itself.” I slowly moved my face towards it, so meaty and I can smell it now. He picks it up and beats it against my face a few times not letting me recoil away. “Open your mouth,” I obey slowly but surely enough as soon as I’m open wide enough I taste my first dick. “Lick it.” I started to move my tongue up and down the shaft. It slowly slides into my mouth and he starts facefucking me. He’s holing my head on his dick as I’m gagging. After a bit he starts to shoot his load down my throat, but let’s me up for air as he’s still shooting so it lands on my face. He rubs it in with his dick. “What do you say whore?” “Fuck you,” I spat. “Bad whore.” He said in a serious tone. He picked up my shorts and shirt and said, “Good luck without these then!” And took off before I could stop him. “Wait!! What am I supposed to do!?” But he was gone and I was alone with a face covered in cum and the only thing I had on was a red pair on panties. Soon Zach stepped under the bleachers, ‘Fucking hell,’ I think to myself, ‘Fuck this guy.’ “On your knees slut.” I had no choice but to comply. He doesn’t waste a second pulling out his massive dick. “You’re already acting like a good little cum whore aren’t you?” “Dude I just want my clothes-“ SMACK! Instantly I felt pain on my face, he had slapped me. “I said you’re acting like a good little cumdump aren’t you?” I only nodded yes quietly, “Speak up whore!” “I’m a good cumdump,” I utter. “Call me sir, and try again.” So I try again, “I’m a good cumdump sir.” He bouncing his dick on my face for a few minutes. I think he just loves the power he has over me right now. “Open your mouth and close your eyes. I’m not gonna tell you twice.” He demands. His dick now almost fully hard I was scared, the rumors were true. His dick looked easily 9-10 inches. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth while mentally preparing for what was to come. But suddenly my face and mouth were getting hit by load after load. He was cumming!! After a few shots in my mouth at the end he simply said, “Swallow slut.” And started to walk away, I swallowed. Then opened my eyes only to see Chris handing Zach a phone and then throwing my clothes towards me. I gather my clothes and leave my pride, as I try to get to a bathroom as quickly as possible. It was out of my hands from then on, I was powerless and didn’t realize just how much this would change my life.

Palm Springs—September, 2021 Friday was another hot day, though not as blisteringly hot as my first week. I did some shopping and sightseeing around the city after a lazy morning out in the shade by the pool. I knew what I was doing tonight—I was fucking and fisting Jayce. Jayce had been to the Saturday night party. He had taken my dick in one of the slings. He was in whore mode that night, just like me. I waited my turn to get into him—watching two guys alternate on his ass. I slipped in after them. Jayce was good. I fucked some, then pissed his crack, licked him clean and fucked him harder. As I played with others, I saw any number of guys fuck him. He left early, but he must have liked what I did, for he left his contact info with my host. Jayce lived in walking distance—now that the sun had set. I took my eggheaded dildo and speculum and set off so I could get there on time… He answers the door, all but naked, in the briefest of swimming trunks. I walk into a courtyard. We go through a gate and go around the side of the house to the patio and pool. There is a sling, under a large umbrella that has little LED lights along the inside ribs to give us light. There is a table filled with lube. Another with a few dildos. Jayce is a great looking guy. He could be anywhere from 40 to 55. He has that Peter Pan look of so many well off gay men. He is around 5’7”, trim and gym built. His chest is covered in tight dark blonde curls. His hair is cut short. He is a sun worshipper and he is a lovely golden brown all over. He climbs into the sling, getting himself into the stirrups before I can help him. He grabs the bottle of J-lube, off the table to his side. “I mix it myself—but I use piss instead of water.” He wants me to squeeze some directly into him. A tray below the sling catches any overflow. I spend a few minutes working it deeper with my fingers. When he nods, I stand up and enter him. It’s a wonderfully slick hole now. I bang away at his prostate—making his eyes roll back into his head. My cock is feeling wonderful with all the wetness. I grab my eggehaeded dildo and slather it with J–lube. It takes a moment of concentration from Jayce—and then it slips right into place. He sighs. His eyes grow bigger as he sees me move to add my dick along the thin shaft of the toy. But he takes me. Easily. Eliciting another sigh and a “Well, fuck…” I fuck him this way for a bit, then pull out—just so I can have the pleasure of re-entering him again. I concentrate on how the underside of my cockhead slides along the ribs of the shaft. When I start to fuck again, it makes me moan in the back of my throat. Jayce loves the stretch and tells me so. This makes me fuck him harder. I pull out the toy and sink into him again. I fuck a few strokes before going to my knees and eating his puffy ass lips. “You are so good at that. I love your tongue.” This makes me eat him even longer as I lube my hands out of his sight line. I work the fingers of my left into him. I’m up to all four before I know it. I add the thumb. A gentle twist and I am in. “What size did you say your hands were?” he pants. “Medium.” I slowly rotate my fist in the other direction. “I can usually only take small handed guys.” I pull out, leaving the four fingers in him. I add the four from my right and do a lateral stretch. He sighs, and leans back blissfully, closing his eyes. Soon enough I have my right in him. Then I start alternating the hands. Slowly. Smoothly. Methodically. I stand up, leaving my hand in his butt. My hard cock slides down my left wrist and into his ass. My finger curl—and I slide between my thumb and index finger. Jayce’s eyes open. He looks up into the mirror. He groans. His free hand squeezes the pouch of his jock. But it is a tight fit. So I don’t linger. I pull out, apply more lube to my hand and wrist and begin an exploration for depth. Again, my left hand is swallowed up easily. Then, with my middle finger out and my hand cupped, I inch forward. I find the opening to the second hole. I slide forward a little more. His ass is welcoming every move I make. Jayce’s eyes are on the mirror. After my wrist disappears inside him he closes them. I work ever slower up into him. When I finally look down at my arm—I realize I have over five inches of it up him. That’s halfway to my elbow. Jayce opens his eyes. His ass tightens down on me with the visual of how deep I am in him. “I think…that’s it…” he breathes. I slowly slide it out. It’s only been an hour. Are we really done? Jayce must be able to read my face. “I only mean hand. You can fuck me as long as you want.” I grin. “I want your load,” he finishes. “Good and deep.” I wipe a little excess lube off the surrounding area of his hungry hole. My cock slips in the moment I drop the towel. I spend a good fifteen minutes going back and forth between fucking him hard and rimming him deep. I love the piss lube he has created—so much tastier than regular J-lube. Jayson groans. “You gonna knock me up?” His hand is all over the pouch of his jock. “I want your cum, man.” His ass is beginning to do a constant squeeze. Like on every stroke. It won’t be long now. I build it up, take one more taste of his hole, slide in and…“Fuck!” My voice is loud, filling the night air. I shudder and give him every drop I have. I don’t move. I look him in the eyes—and begin filling him with a massive piss load… The Original: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: "You Gonna Knock Me Up?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 6, 2021

I have tenative plans for Sunday to fuck a caged bottom. If it happens, I will report back about the experience!

Part 2 That night I got a text from Zach, he told me to check behind one of the bushes in front of my house and I’d know what to do with the package. I found a bag there and took it up to my room, my dad still at work and my brother won’t be home til late due to math tutoring, but still I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know whether to feel lucky or upset that it was just a thong, but the bag was slightly wet inside as was the thing g. I could only assume it was Zach’s cum again. The next day I wore the bright pink thong to school under my day clothes, when it came time for gym I usually waited a little longer the last few days but today coach was waiting for me while everyone else was leaving. “Luke is there any reason you haven’t started undressing yet?” He says leaning in his office doorway. “No sir, just running behind coach!” But he wasn’t convinced. “I’ve noticed you running late the past couple days, is there something we need to talk about?” My heart dropped into my stomach, he couldn’t know, there’s no way, “Is it a girl?” “N-no sir! I’ll get it together coach I promise.” I say trying my best to ward him off. “Okay we’ll get changed quick,” he says starting for the basketball court door. Now I could’ve taken off my shirt here and he probably wouldn’t have seen anything. But standing there waiting for him to leave probably wasn’t my smartest choice, because he took notice of this. When he reached the door he turned to me and asked, “why aren’t you changing?” And he changed his stance like he wasn’t gonna leave until I stripped. ‘FUCK’ I though to myself. “Say something Luke or start stripping.” I start to take my shirt off but he still won’t leave, I throw it in my locker and start to unbutton my pants. As I pull them down, I can see the shocked look on my coaches face. He simply steps out onto the court, maybe to give me privacy? But then I hear him through the door ordering the team to run drills for a bit. Then he comes back in and locks the door behind him. At this point I’m in my uniform but still wearing my thong as I wanted allowed to take it off, I think? More like I was more scared of what Zach would do if I did. But this seemed worse. Finally speaking Coach says, “Take the damn uniform off faggot, you’re lucky you still get to where it.” “But I’m not a faggot sir.” He scoffs when he sees I’m still wearing the thong. “Goddamn if it doesn’t look otherwise.” I try to explain that it was Zach and the football team’s doing. “We’ll lucky me I guess,” Coach says moving towards me now, “On your knees, I need a fag to use anyways. It’s been awfully dry lately.” I slowly sink to my knees, “Please Coach I-“ “Shut up and suck if you wanna stay on the team.” He pulls out a massive 8 in dick with trimmed pubes, smells like a man. I slowly take it into my mouth and Coach starts to take over. Grabbing my head and using my throat like his own personal pussy. After awhile of pumping he shoots his load down my throat and slaps my ass once hard before telling me to get dressed and get to practice. After practice he had me suck him again while I was only wearing the jersey shorts and the thong, that time he came on my face and took a picture. “Clean up and head to class I’ll write you a note.” After that the day went by as normal until Zach stopped me after school but I was expecting it. “You’re coming with me now.” He escorted me with two of his teammates towards the athletic side of campus, and into the football locker room, three halls away from the basketball locker room. When they opened the door I was shoved in and the lights were off, Zach and his goons guarding and locking the door behind us. But in front of me was even worse, it was a projection video of me sucking Chris’ cock under the bleachers. Except his voice and face are blurred out. FUCK, that’s what the phone was about. Then I hear what I suspect is Zach’s voice on the video. “I said you’re acting like a good little cumdump aren’t you?” In the video I sat there in panties nodding yes quietly, “Speak up whore!” Zach demands. “I’m a good cumdump,” I utter. “Call me sir, and try again.” So I try again, “I’m a good cumdump sir.” He bouncing his dick on my face for a bit. Then plays out the scene of him cumming all over my face and in my mouth. It cuts to the two of them fist-bumping walking away from me as I’m getting dressed pulling my pants over my panties. Suddenly the lights turn on and the entire football team and coaches had been there the whole time. I was a deer in headlights until my coach stepped out from the crowd. “You’re in for a ride slut.” They made me suck them all, one after the other. Players first and coaches last. I swallowed more loads then I cared to count, much less the ones on my face. Then they say me down in the middle of everyone and started up another presentation. This time is was my class schedule and the availability of my mouth, the coaches had marked off which bathroom I was to report to before/after school and during passing periods for players to bust a quick nut to. Lastly, they didn’t want any other teams to know because they didn’t want to share. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “And if I say no?” I say finally finding my voice. “Seems you forgot the video we took,” said Zach, “Would be a shame for everyone in school to see it.” I was floored. He was right. There was nothing I could do. After that they wrapped up and I was sent home for the day. The next morning I got a text that there was another package from Zach. This time it was a bulb for douching and a butt plug with a note that says, clean out before school today or else. And wear the buttplug. I cleaned out, plugged myself, and showed up to my assigned restroom before school started. I didn’t learn any of the players names but there was already a line of guys I recognized waiting for the last stall. They ushered me in and my first job for the day began. I sucked the first one for a bit before they stripped me naked. They were amused by my plug, “What do we have here you little slut?” I started to stutter, “I-it’s not what you think.” He didn’t care, he just shoved his dick in my mouth while two of his friends were touching my ass and plug. After awhile of just touching and sucking, Zach came in, and they stepped aside so that I was all his. He pulled out my plug with no hesitation which made me throw my head back. Then he slide right in and started abusing my straight boy pussy, saying things like, “Ready for some dick slut? All those guys lined up are gonna use your holes to get off faggot. If you refuse anyone we will gangbang you in front of the whole school got it?” I shook my head while he was slowly sliding in and out. Opening my tight hole, gosh he felt so big it seemed unreal. I almost started to enjoy it until he picked up the pace and started ramming his full length in and out. Finally he starts pumping like he’s gonna cum. “Be a good little cumdump and take my load like a bitch.” He slams in all the way and starts grinding into me as he unloads a big loads into my ass. When he pulls out my hole releases a bunch of air and some cum leaks out. He pulls out a sharpie and writes on my ass. I can’t see what it is yet, but the next couple of guys make sure Ik what it says. CUMDUMP WHORE in all caps and one tally underneath for Zach’s cum but I quickly stacked up another 7 loads. By the time the bell rang, 8 guys had cum in my ass and the last few wrote things like, “Force me please, Gape my hole, and Spitroat me.” Which is what happened during each passing period. By the end of the day I had stacked up 21 loads in my ass with the plug keeping them in all day. I got a text from Zach to meet him under the bleachers again. When I met him there he gave me a blindfold and a blue g-string and told me to strip and put it on. It covered none of the writing and did nothing to hide the plug. “Now put on the blindfold and get on your hands and knees whore.” I was ashamed I’m letting him treat me like this but I had no choice. I did what he said and he instantly pulled out the plug and started fucking my ass, it still hurt but not nearly as much as this morning. I felt another dick at my lips, so I started sucking it. “Good whore, gonna get you so fucked up you can’t help but crave my big dick you fucking cumdump slut,” he slaps my ass multiple times as he rams me, at this point im arching my back and just letting him do what he wants. “Taking all that jock dick, just feel how sloppy your pussy is.” He pulls out roughly and a bunch of cum spills out my hole and onto his dick. “Fuuuuuck,” I hear the random guy moaning as I keep sucking his dick, but he picks up his pace and cums all over my face. Zach shoves his cummy coated dick back into my fucked hole, and I moan like a bitch, sounds I didn’t know I could make! How is it starting to not feel so bad? I couldn’t actually like this at all, there’s no way. After a bit I feel another dick at my lips, this goes on for 3 more guys at my mouth. At this point Zach came in my ass twice already too, so my face is covered in cum and my ass is covered in tally marks and degrading body writing. He tells me to take off the blindfold and I see only Zach at first but then I see Chris with a phone. “Tell the camera how grateful you are to be a whore.” I stare blankly at the phone in Chris’ hands. “Say it now whore.” “I’m so glad that you fucked my holes and let me be a cumdump sir.” “Do you know who’s dicks you just sucked slut?” “No sir, I was blindfolded.” “That’s right slut, I just whored out your mouth to random classmates for money.” He threw down four $5 bills for the camera to see, then he took three of the $5’s and said “You can keep that one, you earned it.” How embarrassing, four guys just used my mouth to get off and I let them do it for only $5. I feel like a whore after that. Zach and Chris wait until I’m clothed again and escort me to my locker room, where I’m taken to the showers, I should’ve known better than to feel relief. Instead of turning on a shower they put me on my hands in only my thong, buttplug, and a blindfold. Then told me to wait there and they left. After awhile I heard the team coming in, oh fuck, this is my team, am I really about to let them see me like this? “Holy shit! Look it’s Luke!” I don’t know who said it but that’s all they needed. Once they saw me it was like sharks in the water, who cares if I’m there teammate, my ass clearly shows I’m a cumdump whore ready to let them fuck me. They immediately pull out the plug holding my now 23 loads, and start spit roasting me. As soon as the guy in my ass cums the guy in my mouth moves to my ass and another takes his spot in my mouth. I keep getting called Luke the whore, Cumdump Luke, and the team’s new pussy. My ass is quivering as they start to make my hole gape, sliding another dick in before my hole can relax. After most everyone leaves there’s still two people spitroasting me. Once it’s just us three left I hear, “How’re you doing slut? If I would’ve known, I would’ve kept you all to myself breeding you every day slut.” I could tell it was Bradley who was talking and fucking my ass. “Nah, he would’ve had to share with me at least,” says Connor, I’ve been sucking his dick. They keep talking to each other about how much of a girly ass I have and how they both thought about using it before. In the middle of the commotion we didn’t hear the janitor come in, who’s now stroking his dick in the doorway of the showers. Bradley and Connor take notice of this but I’m still blindfolded, “Looks like we have one more for you whore,” Bradley smacks me ass hard and offers it to the janitor who slides his thick manhood into my ass. It feels so much better than it should, as he starts thrusting I start meeting him and pushing my hips back. Fuck his dick fills me out so good, what am I thinking? He starts pounding me faster and I start to get close when suddenly Connor cums in my mouth and starts telling me to take that cock like a whore, just to let them breed me. The man using my hole slammed in a few last times and started shooting his load into my sloppy hole, this put me over the top and I came on the shower floor without touching myself. “Oh damn, he really loves it,” says Bradley. Although he’s so far from the truth, I hated that I just came from gay sex, I’m not gay what the fuck. Bradley makes me lick up my cum while he finishes using my hole. After he breeds me, Bradley and Connor simply leave along with the janitor. Leaving me plugged and sloppy like a whore should be. Zach finally appeared and removed my blindfold, “35 loads today alone you whore, such a good boy.” He put his dick on my face, “What do you say for getting whored out?” I figured what he probably wanted me to say, “Thank you sir for letting me be whored out by you.” Zach just stared at my face with his dick resting on it. It almost seemed as if he was admiring me before he started to look mad. “Well buckle up cause I’ve got plans for you tomorrow.” Damn it, tomorrow was Saturday, I couldn’t use school to get away.

Was at Folsom this past weekend, lots of loads taken and given. Most memorable were at the gh’s at Folsom Gulch. First guy was younger Latino with an uncut average cock. Put it thru the hole and would barely let ,e suck it. I ended up turning around and putting,up hot hole against the gh and he slid right in. He didn’t take long before he blasted his load in me. Pulled out and zipped up and was out of there... next guy came in and put his thick cut 8 inch thru the hole and he didn’t want oral either, I backed up on his dick and he pounded me thru the hole until he was cumming and he got very verbal and told me to take his toxic load,, ended up taking two other nondescript loads after that but was so horny knowing that toxic load was getting g worked deeper and deeper into me, I’m still horny thinking about that

Chapter 3.3 - Meet the Parents "Can I fuck your dad? You did mine last summer" Mateo asked after Ric invited him to his parent's place for the Thanksgiving holiday. "He's already poz, but I don't think he'd turn down your dick. Hands off my mom, though" Ric replied. "Unlike you, my dick has never been in a girl... or woman. I guess I'm more gay than you" Mateo said, before laughing. Both of his parents picked up Ric and Mateo from the airport. He'd never seen them so happy. They piled into the car and more formal introductions and hugs waited until they got home. Ric's mom hugged Mateo for a long time and Ric could tell she was whispering something in Mateo's ear. They dragged their luggage to Ric's room and Mateo looked around. "Nice room. It has your personality. I bet this bed could tell some stories. At least you washed out the cum stains" Mateo said, grinning back at Ric. "I suffocated it with pillows so it can't say anything" Ric replied. "Have you knocked anyone up on it?" Mateo asked. "One, for sure. Probably two others. You've already met the for sure one and you'll meet the others on Friday. Word spread fast that you were coming to visit. Everyone wants to meet you" Ric said, winking. They went back downstairs to the kitchen and Ric noticed a lack of any dinner prep. Frank turned and asked "What are you two drinking? Milk or water?" and immediately burst out laughing. "Mateo is twenty one so he can have the real stuff. I'll just wait til next year" Ric said. "Unless you're going out tonight, you can drink what you want. I'm sure it's not the first time" Frank said. "Vodka and tonic, please" Mateo said and Ric said "Cerveza." Ric started rummaging through the pantry, looking for food when his mom said "Don't ruin your appetite, we ordered dinner. It should be here soon." Ric laughed and the four continued talking. When the doorbell rang, Ric went to collect the food. "Tip is on the table" his mom said as he walked by. Ric opened the door and the delivery guy stared at him. "Ric? I thought you were out west" he said after a few seconds. Ric's mind spun, trying to remember the football player's name. They hadn't been friends in high school, but knew who each other were. He still had the linebacker build, but seemed to be keeping in shape unlike some ex-jocks he knew. "Uh... Gary? Yeah, I'm back for the holiday" Ric replied. The guy nodded and handed over two bags of food. Ric gave Gary the tip and smiled back at him saying "Thanks!" "Uh... Are you going over to Shane's party Friday night? He mentioned something about a special guest" Gary said. Ric was surprised that Gary knew of the party since Shane usually limited the people that were invited to only gay guys. Gary always had a girlfriend so he wondered if this party wasn't going to be the usual fuck fest. "Yeah I am. His parties are always fun. Are you going?" Ric asked. "Mmhmm. My first one since coming out. Uh, I gotta drop off the next delivery, I hope we can talk then. See you there. Oh, thanks for the tip, too!" Gary said as he turned and ran back to his car. When Ric got back to the kitchen, the conversation was now in Spanish. Mateo was finishing up telling his parents about the volleyball game in the pool the previous summer when Ric visited. "He just told us he had a great time. We never heard about all the things you two did" Frank said. Ric cleared his throat and said "We did lots of fun things, including a few that aren't meant for parent's ears. Let's eat!" -- Ric and Mateo went down to breakfast and found Frank making food. Frank was about to pour the salsa verde over the chips, but then turned to Ric. "Your mom is over at a friend's house this morning. I think you should know that we have opened our marriage up. She knows that I prefer men and I found out that she prefers women. We still love each other and this seemed to be the best way to deal with it. I hope you understand, Ric" Ric smiled and walked over to his dad, hugging him tightly. "As long as you're both happy, that's all that matters. I was wondering when it would come out. I guess that there was no way I could escape being queer if both of my parents are too" Ric said, smiling. "Oh, thank god... We wanted to say something last summer, but there never was a good time. And then you went back to school. Your mom will probably want to tell you too, so please leave her some time. I know you always stay busy when you're home" Frank replied. "Yes I do. The devil loves idle hands, right? When will mom get back?" Ric asked. "Some time after noon. Why?" Frank asked. "Someone wants to give you a nice recharge" Ric said. Mateo glared back at him and Frank looked shocked. Slowly Frank began to smile, realizing that Mateo must know of their trysts. "You know I am always available for you. But what of Mateo? It would be rude to leave him alone while we fuck" Frank said. Ric was the one grinning now. Ric said "He's the one that gets to breed you. I got to fuck his dad, so it's only fair he gets to do you too." Frank took the platter of chips and put it into the oven, setting it to keep warm. He looked at Mateo who was laughing to himself and grinned. "How about now?" he asked and then added "Do I get both of you?" Ric looked at Mateo and once he saw his face replied "Yes, but not together." Ric already knew his boyfriend's expressions and knew what he was thinking from them without a word being spoken. Ric made himself some coffee as he watched his boyfriend and father run up the stairs. Over the next hour, Ric heard all sorts of noises. Grunts, moans, a bed slamming against the wall, and various cries from both of them. After the sounds died down, Mateo walked into the family room, wearing only his sleeping shorts and smelling of cum. "Your turn. He's pretty loose and sloppy, so even your dick won't have a problem. Have fun, I did!" Mateo said as Ric set down his cup and went upstairs. "That hungry ass need some more?" Ric asked as he walked into the spare bedroom. He noticed it had been redecorated and assumed it was now his dad's playroom. Ric was naked half way across the room and his dick that had been stiff hearing them fuck earlier, was now totally hard. Frank was face down on the bed and Ric climbed up, burying his face in the cum covered ass after giving each cheek a firm slap. "Yes it does... It's been so long since you fucked me" Frank said. Ric tasted Mateo's cum and his father's sweat. He tongue fucked the hole and easily poked inside. When he dug his tongue in deeper, Frank squeezed his ring. Ric sucked some of the cum out and let it sit on his tongue while he moved in, dragging his cock along the crevice and to the waiting hole. Slowly, he sank his cock into his dad's cunt. "What? What's that on your dick?" Frank yelled out when the row of piercings rippled through his ring. "I got a ladder piercing, dad. Do you like it?" Ric said, pausing and pulling the bars back through the hole before sliding back in. Frank moaned loudly and then grunted when Ric gave one last shove to bury his cock all the way in. "So much easier than when I first fucked you. You've been getting a lot of dick haven't you?" Ric asked. "Some... but it's never enough... You know?" Frank replied. "I spend most of my time on top. Not many get to fuck me... Mateo mostly" Ric said as he pulled back. He found it strange that he could talk to his dad so easily about what he did with his boyfriend sexually. The next thrust was firm and began several minutes of drilling. "He's a good top, but I'm sure he fucks differently with you. Sex between partners is always better than with others" Frank replied as he worked his ass around Ric's plunging cock. "Mmhmm. He's a good bottom too, but only a few get to experience it anymore" Ric said as he started to pound harder. Frank began grunting and pushing back to meet Ric's thrusts. Ric knew he was getting close so he pulled out and flipped his dad over. His cock aimed at the gaping, dripping hole and slammed in to the base. The strokes weren't as hard as before since Ric wanted to spend a little more time fucking his dad after such a long break. Frank guided his legs to Ric's shoulders and let go before slowly stroking his own stiff cock. The hair on his stomach was matted with sweat and soon precum too. Ric dripped some spit down on his dad's cock, helping to lube it as his dad jacked his cock. Frank began to work his ass more when he heard Ric start to grunt and stopped stroking his own cock. The hard shaft stood pointing at his head as Frank reached up with one hand and rubbed over Ric's pierced left nip with his thumb. The thrusts got harder until Ric's cock started to fill Frank's ass with his virus laced cum. A second later, Frank's cock shot out the first of several volleys, landing on his face and chest. The moans from both of them faded like the spurts of cum and both grinned at each other. "You've become quite the stud, Ric. That was quite different than our first times together. You look so confident and at ease even when you fuck harder" Frank said. Ric chuckled before replying "I've had some good teachers and a lot of experience helps. By the way, Joe told me to say 'hi' and 'thanks' to you." "Joe?" Frank asked, looking confused. "Uh..." Ric said, trying to remember Joe's escorting name. "Dave, the guy you hired to take my virginity. His real name is Joe. We're good friends and he says it's all your fault" Ric said. He chuckled again and said "Joe says to call him next time you're out west and he'll show you a great time!" "I worried for months if I had made a mistake doing that. You changed so quickly after meeting him. I liked seeing you more confident, but thought you were going too fast and not thinking about your future. Now I can see you've become a smart, sexy man with a good partner" Frank said. Ric pulled his soft cock out of his dad and said "You didn't make a mistake doing that. It was the exact push I needed and I appreciate it. I hope we can keep fucking whenever we're together and not wait so long." -- Ric and Mateo showered together before getting dressed in shorts and a tee. They lounged in the family room talking about their fucks with Frank. Ric's mom showed up almost at one and had a glow about her. "Ric, can you go down to Crawford's Restaurant and pick up our dinner? I would have stopped but I need to take a shower first" Ric's mom asked. He and Mateo changed clothes and headed off to get their Thanksgiving dinner. The brief car ride was quiet until Mateo said "She must have had a great time. I look like that after we've made love." Ric smiled since he'd been thinking the same thing. They walked into the restaurant and stood in the short line for meal pickups. Ric recognized the guy behind the counter and tried to figure out why. When they got to the head of the line the guy looked at Ric and obviously recognized him too. "Uh... Ric?" the guy asked. "Yeah? You look familiar but I can't remember your name" Ric replied. "Joaquín. You were a year ahead of me in high school. I was on the wrestling team. You're looking good. Are you back for the holiday?" he replied. "Yeah. I guess mom didn't want to cook this year. How are you doing?" Ric asked. "I'm good. Working here and taking classes at the junior college" Joaquín said. He looked around, checking to see if anyone was near. "Are you going to the party tomorrow night at Shane's?" he asked and Ric nodded 'yes'. "Zac will be excited to see you" he said quietly. "Oh, you know Zac?" Ric asked. Joaquín grinned and replied "Yeah, he's my boyfriend. He gave me something from you" before pulling back the sleeve and exposing the small biohazard tattoo on the inside of his wrist. Ric laughed. "That little bug gets around. Oh, this is my boyfriend, Mateo. We'll be at the party. Mateo wants to meet all these guys he's heard me talk about" Ric said. "Cool. I think Zac still has a crush on you" Joaquín said just before another guy came up and set down a styrofoam cooler and two large bags on the counter. "There's your feast. I hope you enjoy it. Be sure to save up all your leche, though. I'm sure there are going to be several guys at the party that want to take that legendary dick" Joaquín said, winking at him. They collected the dinner and loaded it into the car. As they drove home Mateo said "You're a celebrity around here. Is your bug in every gay guy in town?" "Not yet. Hopefully Shane's got a couple more to knock up tomorrow" Ric said as he pulled into the driveway. "Joaquín is fuckin cute. I hope you don't mind me tagging his ass tomorrow" Mateo said. "He is cute. I thought he was straight, but it's good to know Zac found someone. And you never have to ask my permission. You can fuck anyone you or your dick wants" Ric said. When Ric and Mateo got inside, the table was set and a bottle of champagne was chilling in a silver bucket. The food was put out on serving dishes and everyone sat down. While dinner was take-out, Ric thought it looked ten times better than his mom's usual fare. With the champagne poured, Frank made a toast - "To family and our special guest. May our adventures be rewarding and our love for each other continue to grow." Ric couldn't remember his father being so sentimental at any family gathering. Usually they just dove into the food and drinks with only the bare minimum of toasts. About half way through dinner, Ric looked over and saw the bracelet on his mom's wrist. It wasn't like the usual silver chains she wore. It looked like there were charms on it but the rope was thicker and dark. "Uh... mom? Is that a tattoo?" Ric asked. He watched his mom smile and blush. "Yes, dear. A friend convinced me that they can be used to mark special times in your life. When your father and I realized we needed experiences that the other couldn't provide and let each other try them, it made our marriage a lot stronger. It made me rethink a lot of things, too. You won't hear me complain about your tattoos ever again. Or your piercings. Helena took me to this shop up by the university. I wondered why we had to drive so far, but once I was there, I understood. Those young men were amazing and tattoo artist was so understanding and helped me design it. It's a vine with leaves that shows that I'm growing as a person. I'm not so sure about the nipple piercings, but I heard they take a while to heal" his mom said. Ric chuckled. "They wouldn't be Thad and Daryl, would they?" "Yes, that's their names. Do you know them? I'm pretty sure they are gay too" his mom said. "Yes they are. They're partners. I've spent hours in Thad's chair. He has done all of my ink and Daryl has been the one to pierce me. Nipples do take a long time to heal compared to other places, though I only know about men's nipples" Ric said, finishing off his plate. He never expected having a discussion like this with his parents, but he liked their new openness. "I think you need to go visit them too, dad. Figure out what you want, first. Thad will make it look amazing" Ric said. "I can't have anything visible for work. I do like the one Mateo has on his back. It's simple yet bold" Frank said. Mateo chuckled. "I like it too, but it's hard for me to see. The one on my arm is easily visible and it has more meaning for me too" he explained, winking at Ric.

[This is my adaptation of a hot story I read here] Seduced into Poz I decided to write a story for my magazine about bug chasing – gay men who deliberately choose to get infected with HIV. Even though I thought of myself as a straight male and I was married to a beautiful woman, I found this subject fascinating. For some reason, I decided not to tell my wife about the project. When she went out of town on business, I started to interview gay men online to learn about why they wanted to get pozzed. I have to admit I found myself getting aroused by their stories, and I even watched porn clips and films about it. Then I connected online with a guy who said he pozzed other men for money – a “poztitute”. I was intrigued and asked him if we could meet so he could tell me his story. The next night I went to the gay bar he recommended and waited for him. It was my first time in one, and I was nervous. In walked the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. I was surprised when he walked right up to me and said, “You must be Andy. I’m Eric.” He shook my hand and held it for what seemed like a long time. We started to talk. Eric told me about his sex work and why he enjoyed it – liberating men from their fears and letting them enjoy man sex in all its fullness. He went on to share erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding and caused me to get an erection. I don’t know why I was so turned on. I realized he was coming on to me, and I found that exciting. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue, as he stated he could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his “massive viral load”. As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they “helped prime a bottom’s plumbing,” which meant nothing to me at the time. Then he rested his hand on mine and left it there, stroking mine gently, sexually. No man had ever done that before and I felt a strange excitement. He told me he was pozzing a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was rock hard at the thought of watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. It probably didn’t hurt that Eric’s hand brushed my crotch and that he realized he had turned me on. When he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool so his crotch chanced to press against my thigh. I realized he was hard. I was strangely excited to know that he desired me, too. The next evening, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing his doorbell. Eric answered the door buck naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence, his manly aroma. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a losing battle. He had a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick cock that never hung quite down but arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he told me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the “fuck-fest,” to use his words. He disappeared back into his bedroom. I sat down in front of the TV, which was showing a gay porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had bareback sex and boasted about giving their bottoms their charged loads. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10 thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric’s dick. What had I gotten myself into? I thought about making an excuse to leave but every time I started to speak I couldn’t. My mouth was too dry. Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally, he said that it looked like his friend wasn’t going to show. He said I could do a better story if I role-played a bug chaser. I said OK. He told me to undress, which I did. He saw my erection and smirked. “You’re a good actor, Andy.” I turned red but didn’t say anything. “I like my chaser to feel feminine, because he is going to welcome my seed into his cunt,” Eric said. He handed me a pretty women’s wristwatch and slipped a very feminine diamond engagement ring on my finger. It glistened in the light. I felt a chill go up my spine. Next Eric fastened a black leather dog collar around my neck. “And this symbolizes the chaser’s acceptance of his submission to my will.” I felt myself trembling. Finally, he gave me a studded black cock ring to wrap around by swollen dick and balls. I’m not that big – maybe 5 inches – but I felt huge. “Andy, you really need to let yourself feel what the chaser feels.” He told me to stand close to him; I obeyed. He placed his hands on my waist. I felt our cocks rub together and gasped at the sensation. I placed my hands on his powerful arms and noticed how dainty and feminine they looked with the watch and ring. Eric leaned forward and kissed me on my mouth. It was the first time I had kissed another man. I was surprised how natural it felt. He gazed into my eyes and smiled. “Now suck my cock,” he ordered, quietly but firmly. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. “Put your mind in the chaser’s space,” Eric said. “You’re about to take my seed, my pozz juice. You will forever be joined to me. Look at the ring. Just like your wife felt when you gave her a ring like this. She knew yours would be the only cock she would let inside her. My chasers are bound to me the same way.” I looked at the ring out of the corner of my eye and felt the thrill of knowing Eric and I could be forever tied if I went through with it. I heard Eric moan as I pleasured him with my lips and my tongue and even my throat. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there, holding hands like two gay lovers. I lay naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock and balls, and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: drops of pre-cum oozed out of his cock head. I loved the taste of his pre-cum -- slick, salty, and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then, leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could feel myself being opened up. I knew what Eric intended. He said the best way for me to understand what a chaser felt was to let him slip his cock inside me. I resisted, but each time I said “No” it was with less conviction, and he knew it. His persistence and my rising lust won out. When he assured me he’d pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. I still declared I wasn’t going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on my hands and knees. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first, a sharp burning and stinging sensation. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: I now understood why so many gay men love anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. He whispered in my ear, telling me how cute I was, how I was natural bottom, how wonderful my “boi-cunt” felt. I loved his words – they made me feel so desired. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an approaching orgasm, but I didn’t hear (or maybe didn’t want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him “no mas” at the first sign he was going to cum in me. Encased by the leather ring, my balls and cock swelled deliciously. While all this was happening, my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time (my pretty, feminine watch said forty-five minutes), Eric paused his thrusts and said he had some things to tell me. “I can stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. And I can cum and not make a sound.” Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. “I already came twice inside you, Andy.” Before I could say anything or pull away, he grunted, “Here cums the third load!” Eric's strong hands moved to my shoulders and he pushed me face down into the mattress. His full weight was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock spasm and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth and did not resist his tongue. Then I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric’s still-hard cock plugged my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me he knew I really wanted it, that no straight male would let himself be talked into sucking cock and then getting fucked. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night so he could fuck me some more. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I cried as I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. Then I sat for a while, processing what had happened. I looked again at the engagement ring and the pretty watch and realized I had never experienced anything close to what Eric and I had done. Finally, I looked in the mirror, and said aloud, “I’m a gay man. I’m a faggot. And now I can enjoy sex the way I was meant to.” When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Eric had fallen asleep. I slipped into bed with him. He felt me and rolled me onto my back. Then he kissed me passionately and I eagerly responded. I felt his cock harden again. I pulled him on top of me and murmured, “I need you inside me.” He just smiled. I pulled my legs up and apart, and invited him to penetrate me as my wife had so often invited me. As he fucked me, I saw the light reflect off the diamond ring again and realized Eric and I would always be linked by the gift he had given me. My body was soon wracked by an orgasm that started in my toes and went on and on. Eric said I had just had my first “sissygasm”, which proved I was a true faggot. Soon he erupted inside me yet again. He would fuck me twice more during the night, cumming inside me each time. Early the next morning, we agreed we would march together in the upcoming gay pride parade. “Promise me you’ll wear the watch and ring in the parade while we hold hands,” He said. I kissed him passionately and said, “Of course!” I dressed and went home. Later I saw that my underwear was stained with his cum and my blood. When my wife got back to town, I told her that I was gay. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I never wrote the article, but soon became an AIDS activist. From time to time, Eric and I get together to make love, and I always wear the special jewelry he gave me.

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

While not often, I have seen men use toys on themselves at the baths--usually while they wait in their personal sling room for the real thing. I can think of at least two times I replaced the fake with the real which was what they were hoping to do. by playing with the door open. It helped me to know that they loved (and could take!) sizable things up their ass....

This afternoon I had a fuckbud come over. We started in the shower where I pissed all over him. Then we moved to the sofa where we licked, rimmed, sucked and fucked for about an hour. I dumped my load deep into him. I was just as horny when he left as I was when he arrived.

Same here, I've been in all 3 participating positions for just licking the cock plunging in and out of the hole. I have to admit I find the idea of trying to get the lickers tongue in the hole with the cock intriguing.

“ I'vehad my share of a lot of pussy, and my occupation has me in charge of people and things... It's almost like I want to remove myself from that world temporarily and completely submit to cock..“ The above is a big tell. There is the trope of those in power seeking to relinquish their power and ultimately be the sexually submissive one… It’s what you’re looking for: “remove myself from that world temporarily.” I can relate to a certain extent. At work, I’m in charge and call the shots but in the “bedroom” I’m the opposite. As others have said… sexuality is a spectrum and you seem to have moved along it. You need to examine your feelings and work through them.

I've never had my tongue in a hole while it was being fucked, but I've licked the pooched out lips of a hole while it was stuffed with cock. The heat it was giving off was intense and the guy being fucked sounded like he was loosing his mind from all the sensations.

I was 10 when I got hair!....all these stories remind me when time I was a in HS...I can't remember why the classroom was empty but it was just me and a freshman..he was a little brother of a good, Senior, friend of mine...anyway we where joking around and razing each other...I said something like dude, you've probably still got a baby dick , you know bald like one!...He got up and stood right in front of my desk and pulled the front of his shorts down and that mule dick made thump sound when it hit my desk! It was hairy and was definitely a man's dick! He stood there and smirked! He said this isn't a baby dick and laughed! I said well that will make your daddy proud and I stand corrected!

Don't you dare fuckin Stop!

Dawson has had a bigger impact on gay porn in the past 20 years than any of those other folks. He started a cumdump revolution with his "Dawson's _ _ Load Weekend" series.

A couple of things here: First, you have lived a heterosexual lifestyle up until this point, and seem to indicate that prior to the anal play you were satisfied and content with that. Ask yourself, and be honest with yourself in answering - at any point in your life before this did you experience any interest or curiosity about men’s bodies or sexuality? Did you ever have any thought at all about what it would be like to do something sexual with another male? Was there ever an actual incident in which you had any kind of sexual contact with another male in the past? If the truthful answer to all this is no, then it would seem unlikely that you are a ‘closet’ homosexual or even necessarily a bisexual. Second, pleasure from anal stimulation is universal to all humans and has nothing to do with sexual orientation. We evolved a pleasure response to something moving through the anus to encourage the necessary function of defecation when it becomes necessary; if it were painful we might resist doing it, or if we felt nothing we might ignore it, to the detriment of our health. So it would be odd if you didn’t take some pleasure in the stimulation at some level, and doing so doesn’t mean you’re suddenly gay. Third, remember that you’re watching pornographic representations of anal sex. Porn is notoriously not a true and accurate depiction of real sex. It is made to sensationalize the acts and make them more extreme, explicit and extravagant, using models (one is reluctant to employ the term actors) with attributes incomparable to the vast majority of the general populace. Temper your expectations accordingly. Fourth, beware. You are curious, but in trying it with an actual male you may find that you don’t like it. Also, beware - you may find that you do. In the first case, you may be disappointed, and it might be advisable that you start with something less than an abject surrender to the world of assfucking - wade before you dive. In the second case, there are multiple perils. Cocks are like potato chips; if you like them there’s no way you can stop with just one. Making a habit of them requires accepting certain risks, including the inevitable occasional STD. More importantly, however, you must consider the risk to your marriage and the relationship with your wife. It may be that in order to preserve what you have, you may have to let this curiosity remain an unanswered question. In some marriages, such a dual sexuality is possible; in mine it was not, and I lost mine. Tread most carefully. Decide what you’re willing to sacrifice for a cock up your ass before you take it.

Chapter 20: a Gathering of Men and Boys We both went outside to the pool bar where my new dad greeted as with a strong drink. This time it was different though. It was Tequila. He looked at both of us and said, " You bastards only seem to like my whisky, and never drink anything else!" We have several dads here who im sure will be doing shots with you, especially as that will be the first drink you will be serving around the pool. Our dad then looked us both up and down, and said we both looked good in red. With that he grabbed both of our cocks firmly. He noted that his son forgot to put me in my cock cage, and told him to retrieve it from the dungeon and to take his time. While my friend went to retrieve it, my new dad poured 3 shots of Tequila and 3 with his piss. He asked what my choice was to which I wanted. I said both of course! I grabbed the piss shot first as I still had the taste of Tequila in my mouth, and wanted to savor the flavor of his piss. He continued by saying that he would explain the rules before the fun began. He explained that the most important rule is "No means No!" He explained that there were no names to be used at the party, and as each person arrived we would check their clothes, and put them in one of the 12 numbered boxes at the entry. In addition he said we would have a marker and mark each individuals upper chest with a corresponding number. He continued by saying to be sure and be polite as the guests would have access to their wallets, and they would often tip. Allow them to do what they want. Grab you ass, your cock or kiss you. The more you allow, the better they tip. His son arrived as we were going over the rules. He told his son to drink up while he locked my cock. He told his son that there was one new procedure, and that was when we were tipped, we would mark the bill with the number of the person who tipped us. He said we would understand when he went over the rules with the group. Just then we heard the first car pulling up. He said boys assume the position, something we heard plenty of that night. The first couple to arrive was an older gentleman that I guessed was in his 70s and his grandson. As they arrived my friend said they were new to the group, so make them feel comfortable. As they entered I quickly welcomed them. I explained the clothes check process and said we would be serving drinks poolside later but the host was at the bar serving drinks now. Grandpa as ill call him might of been old, but was in amazing shape, with a rather large cock, and balls hanging longer than I've ever seen. I took his clothes and before he gave me his pants, he reached into his wallet and pulled out $20 as a tip. His grandson was probably our age, maybe a little younger, and like me was locked in a cock cage. He seemed embarrassed and I just smiled pulling down the front of my jock and saying it's just like mine. A big grin came over his face. There was nothing in particular to say about the next 2 couples to arrive. Very professional looking and well groomed. Average physical shape, and all above average endowments. Both of us were groped by all 4, and asked to bend over and show our holes. Next and last up was Tom and his father. Now Tom was built, but next to his father he looked like a wimp. When he took his pants off he was already hard, explaining that his son fluffed him in the car before coming in. My new dad's cock was every inch of 10, and im guessing Toms dad had 12. Toms dad eyed me up and told me to turn around and bend over for inspection. He then spit on my hole. My friend quickly reminded him sex was to only be in the house. He simply looked at my friend and said I know faggot. As it appeared no one else would be arriving, my new dad got up and started explaining the rules. He explained that the party would not start until 1. Drink up and smoke now if you want. He also indicated that there was a full bar and smoking was allowed only upstairs in the game room. He continued by saying that the most important rule is that no means no! There was no exception to this rule! Anyone who broke the rule would be permanently be removed from the group. He continued by saying most here have encountered the majority of what would be happening, but not everyone. He continued to say that watersports was to only be done in the dungeon shower. He said the dungeon refrigerator was full of surprises! Not only did the freezer have 2 granite paddles in it, there were two ice cube trays full of frozen cum. He continued by saying that there were some empty trays next to the refrigerator for donations. He reminded guys to be generous in leaving their cum, as last time there weren't many donations, and most of the cubes were milked from his son. On addition the freezer had a wide variety of poppers, reminding them they were not party favors, and should be returned to the freezer after use. And he announced now for some exciting news. He began by saying that usually as host he had the first 30 minutes with his choice of boys first, but tonight all of the tips and donations made would be tallied up, and the person who contributed the most had the first half hour with his new son. He continued by saying you will not be the first to breed him though if that was your choice, but if you do, he comes preloaded and plugged by both my son and i a little over an hour ago. He explained that his sons had envelopes that would be numbered and tallied, and that any tips received had already been marked with the participants number. Payment was due within a werk, and anyone who didnt pay up would permanently be removed from the group. The dad's, and even a few sons dashed towards the clothes check, scrambling for their wallets or slips of paper on which they could make a pledge. My new dad made an announcement that the contest was now closed, and once the amounts tallied, the winner would have 30 minutes to do whatever wherever they wanted in the house. He continued by saying the lucky winner was also allowed to down a shot with his new son, and that would not count against his time. And the winner is.................... To be continued in the next chapter. The winner!

Do what I do… raise your hands up in front of you… palms facing out and stick your thumbs out. Your left hand makes an “L” 😀

Us btm can be talk into anything😜

Clay sipped his half pint of lager as he stood on the mezzanine level overlooking the ground floor of the newly refurbished bar. He still didn't like what they had done to the place as it was now all modern and sleek and totally out of character to how it use to be when it was just a sleazy pub on the corner of a street in Earls Court. At 22 Clay was not the type of young lad who could stop traffic, he was okay looking and definitely not a kick out of bed person. He stood at average height of 5 feet 7 inches with a medium build that muscular but not defined, he certainly looked as though he could rugby tackle you to the ground. In fact Clay was just your stereotypical young gay lad who was pretty normal, from the looker on aspect you would never know he was gay. He looked around again at his surroundings with sadness at what they had done to the place. His housemate and he would come to the pub a couple of times a week to enjoy a drink and people watch as it was one of London's notorious locations. Clay never picked up guys from here as they were mostly older clientele, well when your only 22 years old anything over 30 seemed older to those who had not experienced what came with age. He smiled to himself watching guys who were so obviously giving the eye to other guys as they would casually walk by, hopping they could pick a trick up for the night. Clay jumped as Kit tapped him on the shoulder "Your going to fall if you lean any further out". "Kit don't make me jump like that. Just watching the men trying to pick up guys" he replied. Kit leaned over and laughed "Yeah funny you can see everything now, here got you another drink". Clay took the glass and downed his nearly empty glass in his other hand "Thanks". Clay and Kit had become friends over the last couple of months after they met purely by accident on an internet chat room, it turned out that Kit only lived just under a mile away from Clay. It was only the third time they had actually met and it was purely on a social basis that they would hop on a bus over to Earls Court for drink then home again. Kit sported a zero crop and at 32 he was ten years older than Clay, he stood 5 feet 8 inches with a trim build and pretty attractive to the type of men he liked to play with. Kit was diagnosed with hiv several months ago and from the outset had been pretty open with Clay about it and how he thought it happened, he would often regal how the one night with the man who fucked him like a rag doll over and over for several hours, depositing countless loads in his ravaged arse. Kit would often laugh about how hot the sex was with this man, who would often brag that during his escorting he had fucked over 1000 men bareback and never failed to deliver at least 3 loads to each of them. But Kit was mindful never to reveal to much about him, Clay didn't ask nor was he interested as he liked his casual pub buddy friendship with Kit. For Clay sex was safe and controlled with no wild abandonment, he had only been sexually active for 3 years, he thought sex with men was just about bending over and getting fucked, a kiss on the cheek and then they would depart. There had been a few evenings where Clay had imagined himself laying in bed getting fucked senseless like Kit often described as he masturbated at the same time. Clay's attention was drawn to the older man walking up the spiral staircase to mezzanine level where they stood, inwardly he chuckled to himself at the 70's moustache that adorned his upper lip, the leather jacket, white t-shirt and chaps over his denim jeans. Clays eyes were focused on him as there was something about him, was it an air of dignity and self confidence that he exuded. He looked a little out of place and was making a bee line in their direction, Clay could make out that he was skinny, probably too skinny but he fitted his clothes well. He was not unattractive and at six foot he towered over them both and Clay guessed he must have been at least 50 years old, but then again he was not the best at determining peoples age. Kit noticed that Clay was looking to his left and stood up straight at the sight of the strange man approaching. "Hello Jurgen, don't often see you in this neck of the woods" Kit said and smiled almost licking his lips. Jurgen nodded "Hello Kitty, I come to see what they had done to this place" he replied in a heavy German accent. "Am I interrupting you Kitty?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. Kit looked at Clay "No Jurgen this is Clay, he lives near me in Battersea". Jurgen held out his hand "Hello Clay nice to meet you". Clay took his hand which was stronger than his build lead you to believe "Hi Jurgen nice to meet you to". "Can I get you both a drink?" Jurgen asked. Kit nodded asking for a pint of lager whilst Clay replied he was okay for the moment. Jurgen turned and went down the stairs, Clay watched him carefully unsure what to make of him when he realised Jurgen caught his gaze and smiled back at him causing Clay to feel uneasy but noticed. Clay watched as Jurgen made his way to the bar, the bartender put the pint of lager on the counter and Clay turned to talk to Kit. Jurgen slipped a tiny tablet in to the drink, he stood at the bar waiting for a few minutes to let it dissolve before making his way back to where they stood. The bar was getting busy considering it was still only 7pm, Kit had become like a little child with a spring in his step, something Clay thought was to do with Jurgen. He wondered if Jurgen was the man who Kit often referred to, he mused for a few moments until Jurgen arrived and handed the drink to Kit. Jurgen smiled at Clay as Kit was drinking his third pint, Clay had never seen him drink like this before, he was only halfway through the pint when he started to slur his words. Clay chatted away with Jurgen and was much more at ease, he kept one eye on Kit who was now besotted and holding Jurgen's arm. Clay found Jurgen to be highly intellectual and engaging to a point of being mesmerising. Kit went to in to kiss Jurgen but he slipped to the side and hugged him instead. "Are you alright Kit?" Clay asked as Kit started to fumble around. Kit had a slightly glazed look "I think I have drunk to much". Clay shook his head "Come on lets get you home". Jurgen held kit up "I have a car around the corner I will drive you both home" he said looking at Clay. "Oh, are you sure Jurgen?" Clay replied grabbing Kit's other arm. "Yes of course" Jurgen replied smiling at Clay "It's on my way to Brixton and I can drop you off as well". They laid Kit on the back seat who was mumbling and not making and sense, Clay climbed in the passenger seat next to Jurgen and they headed over the Thames to Battersea. Clay kept checking on Kit as he was now slightly concerned by his dramatic fall from grace whilst he and Jurgen made small talk. Clay unlocked the front door and then helped Jurgen carry Kit to his bedroom and lay him on the bed. Clay placed Kit's keys on the bedside table with his phone and followed Jurgen back to the car and resumed his seat next to him. "Do you think he will be alright?" Clay looked at Jurgen who was entering the postcode in the Sat Nav for Clay's house. Jurgen smiled whilst watching the road "I'm sure he is drunk, he will be fine in a few hours". "I guess so. So how do you know Kit?" Clay asked out of interest. Jurgen smiled "Off the internet, we met one night and I changed his life forever and how he looks at sex". Clay giggled "Are you that good then?", Jurgen glanced and smirked. "Kitty had a full night of me fucking him relentless, but if I am any good only you could tell" he responded. Clay frowned a little "I think not" pondering what Jurgen said "How did you change his look on sex?". Jurgen smiled "I set him free of his inhibitions by giving him my gift". The naive Clay shook his head "Your gift, what is that?". Jurgen chuckled and patted Clay's knee "My gift is only given to those who seek or throw caution to the wind". Clay looked out of the window "I don't get it, your not making any sense to me". Jurgen glanced at him "I have given my gift and converted many a man, but none as young as you". "Many men?" Clay replied. Jurgen smirked "Many men pay hundreds of pounds to enjoy sex with me". Clay's mouth fell open "Are you an escort then?" "Yes, I am quite a well known international escort and master of a stable" he said casually. Clay looked at him "Sorry, master of a stable?". Jurgen laughed "I have slaves for sex some pay and those devoted don't pay". Clay shook his head "I am not really up on all the stranger things in sex". Jurgen glanced over at Clay "You have a boyfriend?". "No, not yet, I do want to find one but most of them fuck and then leave" he replied lowering his head. The car pulled up outside the house "Thank you for the lift home Jurgen" Clay said as he opened the car door. "Are you not going to invite me in for coffee, it is still only 8pm?" Jurgen asked looking at Clay. "Oh err" he paused unsure if this was wise but in a slip of the moment "Okay" he said "But just coffee". Jurgen sat at the kitchen table whilst Clay put on some coffee to brew, they talked about Jurgen's travels and the places he had seen. Clay stood by the coffee machine and looked at Jurgen. "Why do you call Kit Kitty?" Clay asked not knowing what to expect for an answer. Jurgen laughed "He is my pussy when I need to release some tension and breed him". Clay looked on curiously "Breed him, doesn't that mean without a condom?". "Yes, condoms are no good when you want to have real sex, you need to feel everything" Jurgen replied as he stood up. Clay laughed but didn't then without thinking he spoke "So did you give Kit HIV?". Jurgen smirked at Clay "Oh yes the night I fucked him relentlessly for hours". Clay watched as Jurgen took off his leather jacket and saw the veiny arms, he was skinny but he was also packing a defined toned body and sporting tattoos on his upper arm that he couldn't quite make out. Clay felt embarrassed as he realised his cock was hardening and this didn't go unnoticed by Jurgen. "You are very naive about a lot of things aren't you?" Jurgen asked catching Clay off guard. Clay looked as Jurgen stroked his moustache "Well I suppose I am, but I am in no hurry to explore". Jurgen smiled "So have you ever made love with another man?". Clay looked curiously at him "I have kissed and fucked with a few men". Jurgen shook his head "No, have you ever made love, proper love with several hours of intimacy together?". "Well no, I thought it was just fuck, kiss and goodbye" Clay replied retrieving the cups from the cupboard. Jurgen shook his head again "When you make love you will know, you get lost in each other". "Lost in each other?" Clay replied and noticed that Jurgen was walking towards him. "You become very intimate and erotic whilst enjoying such an amazing experience" he replied touching Clay's arm. Clay caught his breath "Do you have milk and sugar in your coffee?". Jurgen put his arm around Clay "No milk and no sugar, I like it hot and strong". Clay stopped what he was doing in case he spilt the coffee, the arm around his chest stroked him lightly through the flimsy shirt whilst his cock stiffened in to full erection from the sensation he was feeling. Jurgen was slowly but carefully teasing and seducing Clay without him realising. Everyone Jurgen had sex with was around his age or slightly younger and he knew he wanted to taste this virile young lad and let him host his strain of the virus. Clay laughed "I would have to find someone and see for myself" bringing the subject back on course. Jurgen kissed his neck "If you was older I would help and teach you how to become a great lover". Clay smiled as a desire to have Jurgen make love to him took over "So am I to young to teach?". Jurgen turned Clay around to face him "No, but then I am probably to old for you, what are you 20?". Clay laughed "No I am 22, so how do I know you are as good as you say you are?". Jurgen laughed "Get older and maybe I will make love to you all night". "I don't have that many condoms" Clay chuckled. Jurgen smiled "You don't need condoms when making love Clay, love making should be done naturally". Clay was nibbling at the bait "I see how that makes sense" he replied completely ignoring the risk associated. Clay turned and poured the coffee handing the cup to Jurgen who took it and sat back down at the table. Conversation returned to general chit chat but Clay didn't think for one minute that he was hooked dangling like a fish. He carried the empty cups over to the kitchen sink, Jurgen stood and Clay heard him say that maybe they would meet again and have a drink sometime, as much as he was now craving the idea and experience of being made love to the risk was just to great but something inside was overriding the risk. Clay wasn't sure if he should shake hands or give him a hug so he held out his hand which Jurgen looked at for a moment. He approached Clay and pulled him in to a hug. Clay could not contain his cock as it went rigid at this man's touch, he could feel the bristle of the moustache against his neck as Jurgen kissed him tenderly and worked his way around Clay's chin. Jurgen held Clay in his arms, his face only inches away from Jurgen's, he could tell he was talking but he didn't hear a word. Clay was totally captivated by him and was secretly urging Jurgen to kiss him with abandonment. Clay inched his face closer, Jurgen looked Clay deep in the eyes and moved his mouth towards Clay's. It was a quick kiss on the lips that flashed through Clay's body like electricity, every nerve ending was heightened and the tingling ran had to toe, before he had time to think his mouth was open and Jurgen closed in quickly. He snapped his eyes open wide as his mouth was invaded by Jurgen's tongue, he tried to push and protest instinctively but before long his hand rested on Jurgen's shoulders as they kissed quietly. They kissed passionately for 5 minutes before Jurgen released his lips from Clay's, he said nothing but looked Clay in the eye keeping him close in a tight lovers embrace. "Can you, ahhm, will you, oh, do you" Clay couldn't get his words out. Jurgen smiled "Do you want to make love with me Clay?" he asked before kissing him on the mouth again. Clay could not protect himself any more and looked pleadingly at him "Yes I do Jurgen". Jurgen kissed him again "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?". Clay nodded and lead the way to the bedroom in silence holding hands as Jurgen closed the door. Clay felt Jurgens arms wrap around him from behind and he started kissing Clay's neck whilst he crotch rubbed up against his arse, Jurgen caressed Clay's body and began removing his clothes. Before long they both stood naked and Clay could see the words 'Obey and Serve' tattooed on his inside thigh, above his left buttock he sported a tattoo of a bull with horns. Clay felt the pressure on his shoulders as he was pushed down to his knees until he was face to face with Jurgen's eight inch thick cock that was drooling precum. He moved his head closer and placed his lips around the cock head and gently sucked getting a mouth full of toxic precum as he did so, he cupped the heavy set of balls hanging between Jurgen's legs. From a distance he heard the words 'they are fully loaded', Jurgen had not ejaculated for a week and had a nice quantity of virus laden seed to sow and Clay was going to get it all. Clay's head was a mix of emotions and doubt, he stopped sucking and stood up instantly in the arms of Jurgen. Any doubt he had was gone the minute Jurgen clamped his mouth on Clay's and they began kissing with more passion. In the bedroom only the bedside table spot light was on casting a variety of shadows on the wall, Jurgen and Clay were locked together kissing, Clay felt his body being pushed back towards the bed. He knelt on the bed and began to shuffle back as Jurgen kept moving forward. Their kiss never broke as he felt himself being lowered on to the bed, his head on the pillow and his mouth attached to Jurgen's. Clay felt Jurgen's left leg push his own one apart as he laid on top in between Clay's legs. A natural instinct caused him to lift his legs over Jurgen's and his arms wrapped around the shoulders of the man laying on top kissing him, he was drunk on lust and lost in a world of passion that he had never before experienced. He no longer saw an older man, just a passionate love maker as Jurgen kissed Clay deeper and deeper. Sometime had passed and now he could feel Jurgen's legs pushing at his own causing them to lift up. Slowly Jurgen pulled his knees up and locked them either side of Clay's arse, Jurgen groaned in pleasure, he now had Clay in the perfect position to be bred. Raising his hips he allowed his cock to trace down the crack of Clay's arse depositing a slimy trail of precum in its's wake, Clay moaned and arched his back at the sensation. Jurgen positioned the head of his cock tight against Clay's hole, he proceeded to slowly wriggle his hips coating the hole with precum, every wriggle he pushed a little harder until the head of his cock popped through in to Clay's arse. Clay gripped Jurgen's shoulder and cried at the sudden rush of pain coursing though his arse and back, Jurgen began to kiss Clay's neck holding his position perfectly still for a moment before he gently applied more pressure, again Clay's back arched and he yelped a little louder in pain as another two inches of his lover's cock penetrated in to his body. His hole was being stretched apart, this was by far the biggest cock he had ever tried to take. Jurgen continued wriggling his hips with slow and small undulations until Clay relaxed. Jurgen kissed him deeply and glided his cock home, several times he saw Clay's eyes close and wince with pain but he was not about to let this one get away. Clay felt the coarseness of pubes tickling his arse until they were rubbing up against his now extended hole. Jurgen broke the kiss and looked him the eye stroking the side of his head as he began small gentle but rhythmic undulations of his hips pushing his cock deep in to Clay's arse, he was moaning loudly and gasping every time Jurgen bottomed out in him. Clay had never felt anything so wonderful yet painful on some level, he was relaxing the more Jurgen kissed as caressed him. Jurgen pushed his hips down hard and Clay cried in pain from the deep penetration of Jurgen's cock, a tear welled up in the corner of one eye, Clay clasped his hands around the neck of Jurgen looking him in the eye 'oh my god that's amazing'. Jurgen loomed closer and tenderly kissed him on the mouth, steadily his hips kept up a deep rhythm that drove the pleasure he felt beyond this world, his hands caressing Jurgen's back and his toes curled at the intensity and passion of a real man making love to him. Jurgen was in no rush to breed this young lad, he controlled the desire to shoot several times, his cock was constantly balls deep. An hour passed like five minutes to Clay and Jurgen seemed to want to go on for ages, his arse was beginning to ache from the continuous fucking. He felt Jurgen tighten his arm around the back of his neck as the rhythm increased in pace and intensity, Jurgen making deep low groans, his balls were beginning to tighten and he knew it was time to take this boy on a new journey. Jurgen raised his head and looked Clay in the eye smiling, Clay was struggling to cope with the hardness and speed of the fucking, he looked worryingly up at Jurgen who leaned in and gave him a comforting kiss. Panic came over Clay as he tried to push Jurgen off but he was rewarded with more passionate kisses with Jurgen telling him how good a lover he was making. Clay looked up in to Jurgen's eyes he was a good lover he thought to himself and strangely he became quiet and allowed Jurgen to continue, he pulled Jurgens head next to his and clasped on to him for dear life, he could do nothing but squeeze the word 'yes' out of him. His eyes opened wide as he felt Jurgen ram his hips down locking his cock deeper inside he grunted loudly and his body shuddered. Jurgen felt the abrupt rush of his pent up toxic seed, racing through his cock like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist and a burning desire to breed but not slowing down. He grabbed hold of Clay's back, instinctually afraid he might leave him at the most crucial point. He could sense his pleasure passing through him almost unnoticed by Clay as he fixed his entire concentration on getting the job done. Clay moaned and his back arched supported by Jurgen's hand, he felt the blurry warmth of the climax and his legs wrapped around Jurgen holding him close against his own body. His eyes caught the dark shadows casted on the wall, their bodies entwinned and the unmistakable rapid up and down movement of Jurgen's arse as he pumped his potent seed in to Clay. He gasped at the shadow realising what he had done, his head awash with regret at what he had just done, he saw the shadow of Jurgen's arse grinding against his own. Clay had no time to gather his thoughts as Jurgen's mouth was locked on to his in an instance as they kissed with a new passion for each other. Jurgen's cock stayed hard and deep inside Clay, his hips gently ground against the freshly bred boy hole nursing the seed deeper in to Clay. For several hours the scenario was repeated until Jurgen rolled on his side after shooting his fifth load, Clay's legs were wrapped around Jurgen's waist and his cock was still buried deep up to his balls inside Clay, they kissed until they both fell asleep. Clay stirred as the sunlight hit his face, Jurgen tightened his arms around Clay and kissed him as he rolled him on to his back, the first thrust caused Clay to cry through the silence in the room, he pushed hard against Jurgen 'stop it fucking hurts' Jurgen pushed Clay's arms over his head and held them there. He prised Clay's mouth open slipping his tongue in and kissing him deeply, he stopped and looked Clay in the eye 'I own you and your arse' with that he rammed in several hard thrusts causing Clay to whimper and cry out. Jurgen's gaze was focused on Clay's eyes, his face only inches away, Clay looked back deep in to the eyes as if he could see Jurgen's soul, before he realised it he had lifted his head to kiss Jurgen grimacing through the painful love making until he felt the familiar warmth of Jurgen's climax firing in to this arse. For the first time in eight hours Jurgen finally pulled his cock out, Clay rolled on his side as the pain was unbearable. Jurgen sat on the side of the bed and began to get dressed, the pain in Clay's arse burning like the fires of hell. "I will let myself out" he said looking at Clay "By the way what we did last night was amazing". Clay didn't really know what to say "What do I do now?" Jurgen looked at him and smiled "Look forward to the next time, you are now my number one". "What do you mean?" Clay asked him. Jurgen smiled "I told you, I own your arse, your at my beck and call now". Clay laid there on the bed looking up at the ceiling, Jurgen leaned over and kissed him before telling him that he will come over next Friday to make love to him again. Clay just nodded and watched as he left, he fell asleep on his back and all he could see in his dreams was the shadow against the wall and the image of the arse pumping up and down that was breeding him. When he did wake later that afternoon the white sheet under his arse was stained red from the thick wads of cum that had seeped out and pooled there, Clay laid back on the bed and stroked his cock gently, he could only see Jurgen's face and the feeling of his cock inside him, his back arched up as he shot his seed over his chest and up along his face. His own seed causing more mess that Jurgen's, as he fingered his arse he looked at it coated with a pink thick strand, his seed stuck like glue to Clay's insides working it's magic, it would take the rest of the day until it stopped seeping out. His phone started ringing, he picked it up and glanced at the screen to see Kit was calling him, he muted it and set it down on the bedside table and fell asleep.

I've 3 young tops on the go at moment (23,27,29) and usually they fuck me on different days.... Ive taken a load from all 3 today and none minded I was preloaded.... The last one to load me is always a heavy cummer which I love....... Afterwards I stuffed a butt plug up me to keep their loads in..... Ive had butt plug up me for 5 hours now... I'm keeping it in until morning.

The basements of most of the bars are darkrooms/fuckjoints. Imagine going down (usually fairly) steep steps, into the inky blackness, with carved stone walls arching up to form the ceilings, hearing the lovely sweet music of rutting men, seeing almost nothing, and wading in, palpating your way into the maelstrom. Feeling Holes being fucked, hard Cocks being sucked, every possible sexual sensation, over and over again. And then, joining in to the sweet, wonderful, beautiful mass of writhing men. The basement of the Prinz Eugen bar was fantastic (I stayed at the Art Connection hotel*, just above that bar in Fuggerstrasse), but so were all the other bars. *this was a small, piggish "hotel" fashioned from one of the large, grand old pre-war apartments that (apparently) managed to escape the bombing. The owner fucked as many of his guests as he could right in the lobby, and tried to join into the scenes of those he couldn't. It was the absolute opposite of a motel 6. And the bar on the first floor for an eye-opener first thing in the morning, and the darkroom just below that - morning, noon or night. I will treasure those times forever.

I got a lousy 92, maybe us low scorers should be put on a special list to get help to become higher achievers…:)

Isn't the old saying" saving the best for last?" As for the doctor being 2nd from last, I figure he has been in the breeding pool longer than the rest, and as a doctor likely has access to every ED pill ever thought of, every sex enhancing procedure out there, so he would be a long deep and perverted fucker.

Full-blown AIDS when diagnosed here. Liking mybnew Wasted look

C'mon fellas. Let's help this guy and others get to 100 at least. 😃

I just got fucked by my partner this morning before I went out to work. We had to take a bit of a sabbatical (first I found out that getting fucked mostly dry by a superb guy with more than eight inches repeatedly for a month and a half was not the best idea, then he has been sick) and I was afraid that our connection might have been lost. I should not have been. He felt amazing, loading me up with a week's worth of cum.

For me, it was never really a decision, I started younger than I should mention here, in toilets with men considerably older than me (all consensual) and it just never reared its head. Condoms have never been a thing for me, I've wanked into one and sent it in the post, and licked out one I found in the woods, but that's it.

Hot story so far, and I appreciate your writing. Looking forward to the next instalment(s) 🔥🔥🔥

I think it’s hilarious that I said the exact same thing two posts earlier. Some truths are universal. Or maybe we’re both just that hungry for cock right now… 😉 I’m not sure I concur with your assessment of the OP as wanting his stimulation from a man vs a woman, however, on the basis of what he has written. By his narrative, it sounds as if the impetus behind this has been that his wife has lost interest in the practice; had she not, he would likely have continued with the status quo and not been exposed to the exaggerated depictions in gay porn. He should ask himself if it would change his feeling, or mollify his curiosity, if his wife were to agree to resume that type of play. I don’t think telling him he’s conflicted, if he actually isn’t, does him a service, and an inclination to do so may be more of a projection on our part as men who would have that dual nature ourselves. He might be - but I don’t think his narrative necessarily supports it.

at first, i found it frustrating, that's true. but now i see the value of it - it encourages participation and communication. and you advance pretty fast if you participate.

Dominic would make sure that you couldn't walk for the next week, partially from his big dick and partially because he wouldn't want you to leave the bed.

Another amazing chapter, hope this story never ends, I shoot a load every chapter

Sorry for what you went through, but every time I look at this thread I'm reminded of a greeting card from the 90's (?): Don't! Stop! DON'T! STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! You appear to be like me in that I have GREAT willpower until it's tested! I have all the willpower in the world not to have that horrible thing to eat that I shouldn't have in my apartment. But if it somehow manages to get into my apartment? I have ZERO willpower to stop myself from eating it! IF you want to stay true to your BF, delete the apps off your phone and don't download them again when you travel. If you don't want to stay true? Have FUN! As for the "If I was blindfolded, it didn't happen...." line of reasoning? 🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐

That’s hot. I had that experience early during the height of the aids pandemic. This regular that always fucked me with condom, was fucking me. I just assume he wore a condom. I only found out after feeling the cum drop out of my ass. I stopped using condom sometime after that when I found out I was poz. But I probably was already poz before that.

our first name (or a name you'll respond to): JJ Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 323-400-3001 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Glendale Downtown, 91203 Times you're generally not available: Varies with my work schedule Age: 33 Height: 5'9 Weight: 165 Ethnicity: whiTe usually can host. have gear/toys/sling. down for fwb. Wild to mild. gas mask.

Hey guys, Reluctant Bottom hit me up again yesterday offering me his ass to breed. I enjoyed seeding him last time so I agreed - with conditions. I expect him to be on all 4s, ass up, presenting his hole. I told him to beg me to shove my raw cock deep up his ass and when I'm fucking him, to beg me to pump my load into him. He did all that an when I told him I was gunna shoot, ye moans "fuck yeah, load my hole" He's learned fast. I enjoy his hole and told him I'm gunna be breeding him regular now. Gunna make him take other raw cocks too.

Fuck yeah. I stay firm whether topping or bottoming. More often than not they come around to my way of thinking and fucking. Had that happen with a guy on an app this morning...was firm about safe, but as the morning wore on he was fine with fucking raw. Met up and swapped loads raw.

Like most people here, I take it as a compliment if I make a guy blow fast. That's especially true if it's at a bathhouse, sex club or beat, where a longer fuck might be ten minutes away. If I'm topping and blow really fast, I usually offer to fuck him a second time once I'm hard again. That's partly generosity and partly greed - if he's that hot or his ass is that good, I want back in!

Great last chapter. Don't know why you were "worried" at all 😀

I had 5 in 6 months, syphilis, gon, clam, hep b, hiv

Ooops, the last part didn’t have any sex in it. Need to fix that ------------- Part 17 - Intern-al Mark opened the door and there stood Paul with a gym bag. “Come on in. Paul, this is my boyfriend Eric, Eric this is Paul from the office.” After the introductions Paul said “I have my outfit in my bag, I figured you didn’t want all your neighbors watching me come in dressed like a stripper.” “They’ve seen worse” Eric joked. “Can I change clothes?” Paul asked and Mark showed him to the spare bedroom. Mark and Eric slid the coffee table over to the side to give Paul plenty of room to move. Mark yelled out “Paul, do you want something to drink? Beer, booze, water?” Paul yelled back “Water would be good and maybe some tequila if you have some.” Mark went into the kitchen and got a glass of water and picked up 3 glasses and the bottle of tequila. Coming back into the living room he set the glasses down and poured a generous shot into the glasses. Paul came out of the room dressed in shiny silver track pants and a shiny red shirt. Mark could see the tear-away seams on the sides of both the pants and shirt and smiled. He handed a shot to Paul and another to Eric and they toasted with a simple “Salut.” Mark and Eric sat down on the couch together and Paul hit play on his phone to get the music started. As Paul danced Mark was impressed with the nimbleness of his body and as each part of clothing got removed he liked seeing more and more of Paul’s body. Eric reached over and started to rub Mark’s growing bulge. Soon, Paul was giving attention to both Mark and Eric, pulling both of their shirts off. Paul finally pulled his shirt apart revealing a red leather harness on his chiseled, hairless chest. Mark smiled as he saw under the harness on Paul’s left pec was a scorpion tattoo with a red stinger. Paul wasn’t shy about making body contact with his audience and soon he had Mark standing next to him in just his jockstrap. The dance got more and more erotic and Eric was the next to be standing up almost naked. Cocks were stroked, asses felt up, tongues explored and nipples were bitten. Mark wasn’t sure when the music stopped but Paul was on his knees, completely naked licking his cock through the material from the jock. Quickly, Paul turned his attention to Eric who was now completely naked. Eric’s cock was hard and he slapped Paul’s face with it. Mark pulled his jockstrap off and freed his dripping cock and stood next to Eric letting Paul shift between the two hard cocks in front of him. He was surprised at how easy Paul was able to take his pierced cock all the way down his throat. As he moaned he wondered how he was going to bring up the issue of HIV status before things went much farther. He wasn’t going to stealth breed a co-worker and risk his job. Mark pulled Paul to his feet and rubbed his cock along Paul’s crack and whispered in his ear “I like the tat. Are you a scorpio or does that cock have a sting to it?” Paul froze, unsure how to answer while Eric leaned over and bit and tongued Paul’s nipple. After several seconds, Paul said “I’m a Virgo and its got quite a sting.” Mark whispered back “Fuck yeah, ours too. You up for a recharge?” “Oh god yeah” was Paul’s response. Mark grabbed Paul by the harness and dragged him into the bedroom with Eric right behind. Pushing Paul on to the bed on his back with his head over the edge of the bed, Mark lowered himself down and pushed his cock into Paul’s mouth as Eric started to rim Paul’s ass, pushing his legs back to his chest. Mark felt Paul moan around his cock as Eric got more and more aggressive. Fingers joined his tongue in prepping Paul’s tight hole for the fucking that Eric planned. Mark fucked Paul’s throat and Eric finger fucked his pussy. Two then three and finally four fingers were shoving in and out of his hole stretching and tugging. Eric couldn’t wait any longer and moved in driving his raw cock deep inside Paul’s hole. Eric had only fucked Mark once since the flu and he needed to fuck and breed really bad. His thrusts got harder and longer until he was pulling all the way out and slamming back into Paul’s now gaping pussy. He knew he was close and looked at Mark for approval to breed his co-worker. Mark grinned and nodded before saying “Do it.” Eric unleashed a torrent of cum into Paul’s fuckhole. Pumping in what he felt like was a gallon of toxic jizz, a look of ecstasy rushed over his face. Mark had buried his cock into Paul’s throat when Eric started to shoot in the other end and pulled out as Eric stopped shaking from his orgasm, hearing Paul gasp for breath. Mark pulled his spit covered cock out and pushed Paul to the middle of the bed, flipping him over on to his knees and rammed his cock into Paul’s cum slick hole. He pulled him up so that Paul’s back was against his chest. He reached around and pinched Paul’s nipples and whispered in his ear “Is this what you wanted to happen tonight? Be a cumdump for our toxic seed?” Paul was moaning loudly and fucking his ass back on Mark’s cock. He turned his head and said “Fuck yeah, its been so long since I had real poz cock inside me. Too many guys are on meds these days.” After a few minutes of grinding his ass on Mark’s cock he said “Oh my god I’m about to cum.” Mark looked at Eric and said “Back your hole on his cock before he shoots. You need another strain.” Eric nodded and got on all fours in front of Paul and moved back, positioning Paul’s cock on his assring. He shoved his body back, feeling Paul’s cock rip into him. “Oooooohhhh fuck thats so hot” moaned Paul. Mark could feel Paul’s hole contract around his cock and knew he wouldn’t last long. He held Paul’s hips and pounded faster but he wanted Paul to shoot first so he could enjoy Paul’s orgasm from the inside. He didn’t have to wait long and with a few twists of Paul’s nips, he felt Paul begin to flood Eric’s hole. Mark started pumping his load into Paul, adding to Eric’s diseased cum. He waited until Paul’s orgasm ended and pulled him down horizontally to the bed, his cock still inside Paul’s pussy. Eric was similarly attached to Paul and they lay there spooning for several minutes before they recovered. “So, I guess I found out another of your secrets” Mark said to Paul. “Yeah, that’s probably one I shouldn’t advertise around the office. Are you really poz too?” Paul asked. “Hehe, yeah. Eric is one of my recent, uh, victims.” “You’re toxic? No meds? Fuck, yeah” Paul said enthusiastically. “Yeah, its been four months since I tested poz. I want to stay toxic as long as I can. I really get off on knocking up neg guys. Every time I find out one converted, I crave more.” Mark explained. Paul smiled and continued “Me too. Over six years so far. Though I mostly bottom. A few guys have paid me for my gift and I breed a lot of chasers. It must be pretty potent since I’ve gotten a few one-and-done pozzings in the past few months. Even did a straight couple last month. The guy paid me a lot of money.” “Damn, you got pozzed young. You weren’t chasing at that age, were you?” Eric asked. “I was a slut. I couldn’t get enough cock. I never asked status and some of those were poz. It’s simple. I wouldn’t change a thing” Paul replied with a grin. Mark’s cock got harder as he heard Paul tell his story. He pulled back and thrust his cock back into Paul’s cunt. Paul moaned. Eric pulled off and pushed a finger in his own ass and then sucked the infected seed off his finger. “I think we’re ready for round two. Paul, ride Mark’s cock. Let’s see just how slutty that hole can be” Eric said followed by a sinister laugh. Mark always got worried when Eric started to get aggressive. It was how he took his first fist, tied down and helpless to do anything about it. Eric was not gentle fisting him and it took weeks for his ass to recover. Paul climbed up and straddled Mark’s abs and lined up the shaft and pushed it back inside. Leaning on Mark’s shoulders, he started fucking himself on the thick cock, taking long strokes until he could feel the piercing at his outer ring and then going back down. He felt a hand between his shoulder blades and it started to push him down. Mark took over and started to thrust his hips up driving his cock into Paul’s stretched out pussy. Eric climbed up on the bed and rested his dripping cock just above Paul’s hole, feeling Mark’s cock rub against it. Eric started to push, stretching Paul’s hole until he finally squeezed in next to Mark’s still moving cock. It had been a long time since Paul had been double penetrated and the pain was intense at first. He was biting his lip and stifling his scream. After a while the pain slowly subsided and turned into pleasure until Eric slammed his cock all the way in. Paul let out a scream and his body dropped down on top of Mark with his head in the pillow next to Mark’s head. Mark kept up the pace, pounding in and out squeezing between Eric’s cock and the walls of Paul’s fuckhole. Once Paul got used to being stuffed like this, Eric started to fuck his hole as well. Moving in the opposite direction as Mark, the sensations were driving Paul crazy. His cock throbbed and twitched between his and Mark’s bodies, soaking both bodies in precum. Mark knew he couldn’t last much longer with the stimulation his cock was getting. He stopped for a moment letting Eric’s cock stroke his cock and Paul’s pussy. Once he caught his breath, he started to jackrabbit Paul’s hole until he erupted, pumping another load of charged seed into him. Eric felt Mark’s orgasm and rammed his cock all the way in as he too added more venom into Paul. The three laid there as their bodies slowly stopped writhing in ecstasy. Eric kissed the back of Paul’s neck and then pulled his cock out, covered in cum. Paul leaned back with Mark’s cock still inside his ravaged hole as Eric walked around the bed and stood over Mark’s head. Paul lapped at Eric’s cock, savoring the taste of the combined cum on it. Eric leaned against the wall as Paul cleaned his cock, balls and groin and then said “Open your mouth.” Paul did as he was told and Eric rested the head of his cock on Paul’s bottom lip and let his bladder empty. Paul was guzzling the piss as fast as he could but some still dripped down his chin onto Mark’s torso. Paul grabbed Eric’s waist and impaled Eric’s cock in his mouth, forcing the piss straight down his throat. Once the stream stopped, Eric pulled his cock out and leaned over, giving Paul a deep kiss, tasting the cum and piss that was still lingering in his mouth. Paul raised his body up and felt Mark’s cock fall out of his gaping hole with cum running down his leg. He rolled over and laid on the bed next to Mark smiling. “So, what do you think of my new dance routine?” Paul asked jokingly. They all laughed before getting up and moving into the shower. After they were rinsed off, Paul put his regular clothes on and stuffed his dance outfit in his gym bag. He hugged and kissed both Mark and Eric and walked out of the apartment.

Eventually I had enough, and headed downstairs on shaking legs, sweating and with cum dribbling down my legs. I hit the showers and cleaned up and felt better afterwards.There was a small coffee area through a door to one side. I went up to the counter and asked for a coffee from the guy who'd buzzed me in. He grinned at me "Having fun?" I grinned back and nodded. "I need a break." He laughed "That's if you can sit down by now?" I reflected on my puffy, gaping hole and knew what he meant. There were two armchairs already taken, and a sofa on which sat two men, one of whom I recognised as the tattooed, short guy who'd first fucked me. In the brighter light, I could see he was older than I'd thought and his riot of tattoos covered his sagging flesh. The other guy was thin, with lank, greasy hair and a large pot belly protruding over his pale thighs. They moved up and I sat between them. "Hi," said the tattooed guy. Then he leaned in and whispered "Nice arse by the way. Enjoyed breeding you." I blushed and sipped my coffee. "I'm Pete, by the way, and this is my partner James." James just nodded, and I noted how his towel had carelessly opened to reveal a thick, sem-hard cock and heavy balls below his belly. "Not seen you here before." Continued Pete. "No, first time. Didn't know it was a specials night." Pete raised an eyebrow. "The guys here tend to be regulars. You mean you didn't know until you got here?" I shook my head and shrugged ruefully. "Guess it's a bit late to worry about it now." James guffawed and stroked his cock. "I'll say! After your performance upstairs I think you'll soon be joining the club!" The guy behind the counter leered at us and called over. "And if not, you two have got just the ticket, eh?" "What did he mean?" I asked Pete as the counter guy went off to let someone in. Pete reached over and began to caress my nipples as James put his hand on my thigh. "We're both poz, as you can guess, but we 'ain't on meds and never will. Viral loads are through the roof." His towel had come open and I saw his erect cock with a drool of precum in the slit. This was the cock which had been in me already, spurting its poisoned seed deep in my guts. I felt my heart lurch in excitement, terror and shame as I faced the reality that I had almost certainly been pozzed by this man. But my cock was making a tent of my towel and he squeezed it tight as he saw the shock briefly in my eyes. "Bloody hell!" Said James. "He wants it bad, don't he Pete?" Pete kissed me, his hand still on my erection through the towel. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a room?" He whispered. " Let's make sure you leave here pregnant tonight, eh?" They stood up and he held out his hand. "Well? Are you coming?" I looked up into their faces, flushed with excitement and pure lust and took his hand. "Oh god, yes...I think I really want this."

I just lay on the floor covered in sweat and cum wondering for a moment what the hell I had become. Cum oozed from my fuck-battered hole and as I stood up to walk back into my bedroom a few globs ran down the inside of my legs. Though I was tired and shaky and my hole felt used and slack my cock was still hard as a rock and the itch that burned inside of me had barely begun to subside, I wanted more. I picked up my phone and found another message from the guy waiting for later, but no other new messages. My email turned out to be more fruitful, there were four emails from guys all looking to breed my hole. One message was from a guy who had been taking loads all night and said he was ready to return the favor. Another was from a closeted eighteen year old high school senior who wanted to “use a faggot’s cunt good” and the last was from a discrete bi married guy looking for a little fun on the side. They all included pictures with their messages. The first guy was a slim older guy maybe in his late thirties with what looked like a fairly average sized cock, but the idea of a guy with a bunch of loads dripping out of him using my own load filled hole got my cock twitching so I sent him my address. The eighteen-year-old included three photos all with his face blurred out; he first was of him on the beach with some girl, he had a board frame and a few sproutings of hair on his muscular chest, he looked like quite the alpha male in the making; the next picture was of him in a football uniform his board shoulders filling out the pads nicely; and the last one was of a thick meaty looking cock with a wide flared mushroom head capping off the wide veined shaft. The last guy sent only one picture; a mirror shot with no face in it of a man in probably his mid forties with a bit of a gut but a beer can thick cock. Suddenly over come by lust I sent the same message to all three of them “Had three guys breed my hole already today and the last one dumped several massive loads. Door is unlocked and my hole is ready for breeding, text when close,” and provided them all three with my address and phone number. The first guy to respond was the other bottom who had been taking loads all night, his text said, “be there in ten, be on all fours with your cumy hole pointing towards the door.” A few moments after that I got a message from the jock saying he could be there in about an hour if I didn’t mind him coming right from football practice. I told him that was fine to just come right over. As I sent of my response to the high school jock my phone buzzed again with a message from the cum filled bottom telling me he had just parked his car and was on his way up. I opened my bedroom door all the way so that you could see the bed when you opened the front door and bent over the bed holding my cheeks spread apart with my hands my face buried in the bed. I heard the door open and close but didn’t move from where I was, not ever to look over my shoulder to see the face of the man standing behind me. “Damn,” he said in a soft voice, “that’s a hot fucking stretched out college boy hole all spread open and ready for me to breed.” I felt his hands on my ass spreading my cheeks as well, and then his mouth found my hole. I groaned into the mattress as he tongued my dripping cunt, lapping up the cum I felt certain my be dripping out of me. The tonguing didn’t last long before he announced, “I’ve gotta dump my load in this sweet hole,” and without further ado he stood up, dropped his pants and buried his cock in my loose swollen hole.