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My boyfriend and I decided to go to Berlin for the weekend. While we had vaguely heard about the vibrant gay scene over there, little did we know that we were going to leave with our assholes completely destroyed. We decided to go to a sauna called ‘boiler room’ and from the auspicious glance that our Uber driver gave us, we knew that we were going to have a great time. From the moment we stepped into the venue the horniest scene filled my eyes. There were the hottest German boys everywhere, some with red towels around there waists, and others letting it all hang out. My boyfriend and I decided to split up to see who could get the most loads by the end of the night. As he headed towards the wet sauna area, I headed towards the maze and instantly locked eyes with an extremely cute Italian boy. Put simply, his body was amazing. The combination of his hot muscles combined with his cheeky grin instantly made my cock twinge. I grazed my hand on his pert bottom, and he grabbed my hand in search of an empty room. Around us was the sound of animalistic fucking, there was just so much raw, horny sex happing all round us. Finally, after passing many occupied rooms, we found one at the end containing a single leather bench and a sling. My cock just got even harder. Upon noticing the viewing window, my Italian friend asked if I minded of people watched. The prospect of that was enough to send my cock to full mast. The Italian boy looked down and saw my cock protrude out of my towel like so and dropped it, and went down to suck it. The way that he used his tongue was nothing that I had ever felt before. And when I loosened his towel, the largest cock I had ever seen was revealed, growing harder as I caressed it inside my mouth. After a round of glorious messing about, he motioned towards the sling and indicated that I should get on it. I had never used a sling before, but I was more than eager to try. He helped me into the swinging leather contraption, and as he positioned my legs in the straps, I noticed how vulnerable my arsehole was- exposed for anyone to take advantage of. After he had positioned me, he lubricated his gleaming penis with his spit and started grazing it against my arse crack, teasing me as it readied itself to enter. And then he did, slowly at first, but then faster and deeper. The swinging motion from being in the sling made me feel as though I was closer to the motions of his glorious body as he rearranged my insides. Watching his gleaming, sweaty abs as he fucked me raw was a most majestic sight, I wish that my partner could see me now, he loved to see me being taken advantage of. looking towards the window, I could see three massive guys stroking their cocks in appreciation of the scene. And all of a sudden as the Italian increased his pace, and as his breathing got deeper and deeper, he let a gasp and I could feel his penis pulsate in my hole, leaving gushes of beautiful semen deep inside my hole. I made a mental note. That was just the first load of the night…

I walked up to the counter of my local gay sauna nervously with my head down. I had walked past a few times before plucking up the courage to go in. Being such a nerd I didn’t get as much as the twinks at uni so thought it would be worth giving a go. I had watched a lot of porn including bb and needed to explore. The man at the counter said, “come on lets see your ID”. I showed him and he said “21, you’ll be popular, it’s half price for under 25s. Want some poppers too?” I nodded. He said “want a tour?”. He showed me the locker rooms, the showers, the sling room and at the end of the long corridor of cabins he said “this is the dark room – no lights in there”. I asked “do people in there use condoms?”. He replied “they are in tubs all around with sachets of lube – some guys use em, some guys don’t, do what you and your partners feel is best”. I went and had a shower and started to walk down the corridor with the cabins seeing who was inside. I saw a beefy bear doing the same further back along the corridor. I got to the end grabbed some lube and condoms and kept going into the dark. I sniffed some poppers and lubed my hole up. It felt so dirty and no-one was likely to come in. A minute or two in an empty darkroom never hurt anyone. I sniffed again as I heard footsteps and without thinking suddenly felt myself snogging and running my hands over a beefy hairy man. I started to hungrily suck his cock and he started moaning. At one point to steady myself I put a hand on the floor only to find it on top of a used condom – I’d found the place I belong. The bear pulled me up and we snogged again for a minute or two. Then he ordered me to sniff counting down from 10. He told me to kneel on the bench so he could ride my hole. The bear started to slide his cock against my hole and I moaned in pleasure. I reached back and felt raw dick against my hole. “What are you today? Are you the dirty little twink who would rides a strangers dick raw get flooded with cum or the clever student who stops for a condom?” I moaned “breed my twinkhole”. He pushed his cock fully into my hole and I groaned with pleasure. “Thank you for breeding me raw sir”. He spanked my ass and started to increase the pace. He growled “you’re a nasty little slut, you don’t care about names or status, you just need raw cock – what do you need?”. I shouted “RAW COCK SIR! YOUR RAW COCK! INFECT MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM”. That pushed by daddy over the edge and he growled then yelled “infecting you now bugboi!” and shot rope after rope of cum growling and panting. He pushed his still hard cock in and out until he started to go soft and then slapped me on the ass and said “enjoy them poz swimmers in your ass. You’ll be back” and slapped my ass and walked off.

My first attempt at writing. I hope people enjoy ______________________________________ PART 1: I'm Jason average white 33 yo man who takes our for fun football league too seriously. I've been playing on this one team for about 5 years now and we are decent enough. Our team has one gay guy on our team, His name is Jackson. Tall, hairy and firmly in the muscle bear category. All out girlfriends and wives say if he was straight he would have had every one of them, so we were kind of glad he stuck to the men. He's pretty aggressive in the field but it's well known that he is the receiver in his relationship. One day after a particularly hard loss we are trying to figure out what happened. "Jackson what the fuck happened out there, you werent stopping shit from getting past you" I yelled "I know my head wasn't in it today, I won't let it happen again" he replied looking like a wounded puppy. I calmed down at my teammates clear state of hurt. "What's up man this isn't like you?" "Brandon left me for some college twink" "OH shit. Well fuck him then. You just need to have a good night out and by this time next week you'll completely forget who Brennan was" "Brandon" "He doesn't matter, the team will take you to your favorite bar and we'll get you laid. The hottest guys won't be able to keep their hands off you" He perks up a bit at that idea "thanks guys" he finishes packing his gear and heads out. "What the fuck man" the team captain said "we aren't going to a fucking gay bar. Having him on the team is one thing but going out with him is too much" the entire team nodded in agreement. "Well if you want him playing better we have to do something" I answered, silent stares from my team, "fine, I'll do it myself" That Friday night I kissed my wife goodnight as i was going to crash a Jackson's house since it was closser to the bar. I dressed up in a black button down and jeans so I was a bit surprised when he answered his door in skin tight jeans, a wife beater with some black leather underneath. He looked me up and down for a min then said "Yeah you're going to stick out dressed like that come in I'll get you some gear" Gear? What does he mean by gear? I followed him inside to his bed room and he throws a bunch of leather on the bed and "try this on and we'll go from there" I hesitated for a min "I've seen you ass naked ever week for the last 5 years hurry up already" I turn my back to him and slowly put on his leather which fits pretty well and the smell and feel gets me hard right a way. Confused at the pleasure I'm getting I check myself out in the mirror. I'm dressed in leather pants tall leather boots and a leather vest. All black with bits of red pipping all over it. "Perfect" he exclaimed at my clearly uncomfortable face. "Let's go now" He lived about 10min walk from the bar so we walk over. We get to the bar and walk in the dark entrance. "Can I have a bag for our clothes" he asks coat check. As he straps of the wife beater and jeans. We throw that and a shirt I wore to cover up a bit while we walked over in the bag and pay to store it. I now got to see his actual outfit. It was simple. Just a harness, a jock strap and boots, all with yellow pipping similar to my red. "I usually wear rubber for what I want to do tonight but I got a last minute desire for leather" He enter the bar and I follow behind him. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of sweat. The bar proper was at the front with some seating around it and near by, at the far end of the room was a more open area with a smaller bar and some small standing tables. I think the back area might double as a dance floor on different night but tonight it just had people standing and talking or so I thought. Jackson was right, if I had worn my clothes I would have stuck out like a sore thumb everyone was wearing leather rubber or neoprene I stare at the decent size crowd and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. We go to the bar and order drinks we spend most of the night chatting and I try to be his wing man but I think I was causing more harm than good. I thought the entire night was a bust until we came back from the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and the closer I get I notice he's wet too now. "What happened to you?" "Quik bj then the guy rewarded me with a quick golden shower" stunned I changed the subject. I didn't know how to handle all this new information about him being kinky. "I was expecting you to have invited some gay friends too to help with things I didn't know too much about" "Yeah all my gay friends were more Brandon's than mine so when he dumped me, they did too. I take it no one else from the team wanted to go to a fag bar." "Hey!!!! just because they weren't comfortable coming to a gay bar doesn't mean we use those kind of words when you aren't there" "I know. It's my word I chose because I like being a fag not because I thought you used it" "OH why would you use fag then?" "Because I am one" "Why because you're gay?" "No it's because I'm a fag" "What does that mean?" "I'll teach you over time" For the next few hours Jackson chats with some guys as I stay awkwardly by the bar. Jackson comes back to me after chatting with some buff hairy guy in a fancy hat. "I think that's it for the night, thanks for coming with me" he said. we got our clothes and started walking home "I'm just glad you had a good time, was it just the one guy in the bathroom?" "Yeah" too bad the buff guy at the end seemed interested in you" "he is, but that's a more long term thing. I told him I wanted to wait a bit longer before pursuing what he wanted" Getting to his house I go to his room to leave his leather in there. I struggle getting the tight pants off because of the alcohol but he helps me balance myself and I get them off without killing me. "Am I just on the couch?" "Nah you can have the bed ill have the couch" I lay down naked on his bed and start to doze off a bit when I feel a light touch on my thigh "Hey what are you doing" I asked "Thanking you properly for being there for me" he start to massage my thighs a bit and it feels really good so I don't protest any more. And then I feel something wet and warm on my abdomen I look down and seem him kissing and licking me. "Wow dude I'm not gay" I try to push him off me but he is bigger than me and seems less drunk than I am. "Don't worry dude, just enjoy yourself" he keeps going and brings his kisses lower and lower until he's licking my shaft it's all feeling good and I'm thinking the is the best feeling I have had in a while then he put my cock in his mouth. I have to agree with the say gay men give better head. This was possibly the best blow job I have ever had in my life I was on cloud nine but my drunk head kept going back to our conversation about him being a gmfag earlier "What did you mean earlier by teach me about being a fag" he doubled his efforts and embarrassingly quickly I finish in his mouth. In the haze of my climax and the alcohol I don't hear what he says but I feel a ring go around my softening cock and a cold piece of plastic cover it and I fall asleep as he clicks the lock closed "good night my new favorite cock" and he takes a picture.

I agree. As a total sub bottom I feel that because a bottom does not ( or should not) release in the presence of a man there is a hunger that builds. On Friday I was bred three times but went to bed hungry because I will only release while getting bred naturally through my dicklet without touching it. I also feel that true bottoms have a “cycle”. Every month I get an incredible urge to be bred (more than normal) and nothing seems to fill it. Not gangbangs. I have put my pussy up to a glory hole and had stranger after stranger breed me. I hang out in truck stops and parks looking for random men to seed me. It’s like I am hungry and need to be fed. This craving is not with the same intensity each month but some months are worse. I turely think that real bottoms are born not made.

IM JUST BACK FROM GETTING BRED HARDCORE AT ROUGH-STOCK ROUND UP IN VERMONT ALL WEEKEND & IT WAS AWESOME. I was the star mare at this month’s round-up at Rough Stock in Vermont. Upon arrival through 5.5 hours of driving through a blizzard to get from my home to Newberry, Vermont, I was stripped down, blindfolded, tied over a couch and four very hung stallions tag teamed me. Each dropped a load and the owner dumped a second load in my ass. (He likes me!) I was then introduced naked and full of cum to the other 12 guys sitting around playing with their cocks. It was almost 1am and I was exhausted after a full week of work, driving, getting bred but there was an older daddy sitting on display holding court and he had the juiciest cock yet. I couldn’t resist. After saying hi and exchanging names with all, I picked up his HEAVY cock, dropped to my knees and said “May I?” to which he said, “That’s the last time you have to ask.” And I dove down onto his cock. It was big but I am good with big. I sucked a deep throated load out of him, swallowed it all and went straight to bed. I slept til 12:30pm on Saturday. I’ll write up Saturday in a separate post…

I'll try to make this short and quick so that all of you will read it. I made a big mistake. I started talking to a hot poz guy (Ben) online; and he told me how lonely he was and that all he wanted to do was cuddle with someone. I felt sorry for him. And he was very handsome so I decided to take him up on his offer. He promised he wouldn't do anything that I didn't want to do. I still can't believe how quickly things changed. He was spooning me. And I told him he could take his underwear off since I had mine on. I couldn't believe how big his cock felt pressed against me. I felt around with my hand and grabbed at his cock through his underwear to confirm he was as big as it felt. It was massive! Well, I kinda messed up. Since I grabbed at his dick, I think he assumed that it was okay to take off his underwear. He asked if I could spit on my hand and jerk him off. I thought that seemed safe and I won't lie. I wanted to touch his dick. So, I spit on my hand and started jerking on him. God damn, he was so fucking big! I kept adding more spit because he seemed to breath heavier the wetter his dick became. "You want this?" he asked me. I didn't think he really meant it. I thought he was just teasing me and I just kinda answered it reflexively, "Fuck yeah! I want it." Next thing I know, Ben positions me on my side and I thought we were gonna start spooning again. But, then I feel his thick cock head poking around my hole. "What are you doing?!" I asked him as I started to panic. I just kinda froze. Everything happened so fast. And as his cock found his way inside me, it felt incredible. So wet and so hard! I started to realize what was happening then. HE WAS FUCKING ME! This isn't right. I can't let this happen. I try to tell him to stop. But, I can't make the words out. The internal conflict I felt was insane. I WANT THIS! said one part of me. HE NEEDS TO STOP! screamed the other part. All I could do was let out moans, though as he continued to plunge it into me. FUCK YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME! .... No wait, don't fuck me. FUCK ME !!! Finally, I was able to say "warn me before you come" and I felt proud and relieved that I started to regain control. Those feelings barely lasted for a second though. Because then he blurted out a moment later, "I'm gonna cum!" I felt an even more intense jab. And I just assumed he knew to pull out. It felt too intense though and I shot my load as he drilled in somehow deeper than before. I felt his throbbing cock and soon realized he was cumming up in me. Oh shit! Before I could say anything, he pulled out. But, it was too late. He already pumped a poz load deep inside me. :-( So .. please learn from this. Don't let this happen to you! Don't cuddle with hot poz guys. It's too hard to say no once it starts. And then once you get it, you want it again. I didn't want to kick him out of my bed. And so, I woke up to him pounding my hole again a few hours later. And I still couldn't say no. So, be careful!

Part 6 The next few weeks fly by. My life consists of serving eight Mexican men with my mouth and pussy. Some fuck me like I'm a piece of meat. Some love me like I'm their spouse. Of course, Luis has to put on a show every day at lunch. I don't know which he enjoys more: using me or being a godlike figure to his fellow men. He always comes up with a new way to show off. Sometimes it's sitting his bare sweaty ass on my face for an hour while I lay on the lunch table and eat him. Other times it's fucking me in positions I've only seen pornstars do. This summer has been incredible and I don't want it to end. I've been so busy inside the trailer that I failed to notice the construction project is wrapping up. One night, I get a text from my uncle. "Jordan, I can't thank you enough for your hard work. Thanks to you, the men worked extra hard and finished the project! Take the last couple weeks off to rest before you head back to school. I'm sure you need it!" It takes me a moment to process what this means. It's over. My days as the White Whore are done, just like that. But wait a minute, I'm still locked in chastity! Luis has the key around his neck. Fuck! I frantically text my uncle back and ask him for Luis' phone number. Thankfully, he provides it. Hopefully Luis isn't back in Mexico already fucking his wife while my chastity key dangles from his neck. It feels like he will never respond. I start to Google ways to remove a chastity cage when his reply comes in. "I didn't forget about you, WW. I'm leaving town tonight. I'll swing by and give it to you, what's your address?" I text him my address and breathe a sigh of relief. I won't have to take a hacksaw to my crotch after all. Later, I get a text from Luis that he is on the way. Thankfully, my parents are away for the weekend. I don't need them meeting the man whose been fucking me all summer. The doorbell rings. I open the door and there he is, that amazing dark skinned god who towers over me. He's not covered in sweat or wearing work clothes today. He's well dressed and clean shaven. "Thank you for swinging by, Luis. It looks like you're in a hurry so we can make this quick," I say. "Ah, ah. I'm still calling the shots here, White Whore," he says with that devilish smile I've grown accustomed to. "You want this key, you gotta earn it."

I had an appointment near downtown today. The freeway traffic was lighter than expected and I arrived in the area of my meeting about 40 minutes early. So, I swung by the adult bookstore nearby. The lot was full and I had to circle the block before a parking stall became available. It was 1pm on a Monday. This is usually a good time for sucking str8 guys. During the lunch break hours, this place tends to fill up with str8, married guys looking for a quick bj before heading back to work. I entered the arcade to see that most of the booths had the red lights on, indicating someone was inside, watching a film. I tried a few doors. Found one unlocked and entered to find a rather nerdy looking guy in his mid 30's. He was wearing dark slacks and a white dress shirt and wearing thick, black glasses. He had his dick out and was jacking off to a str8 flick. I locked the door and dropped to my knees. He let out an audible moan as I closed my lips around his cock and began to suck. His cock was a rock hard, 6 incher. Thick and uncut. I sucked and chewed on his foreskin as he stroked the back of my head. I softly massaged his hairy balls as I sucked. I could tell from his breathing and soft grunts that he was going to be a quick cummer. Sure enough, I moved my finger from his balls and found his asshole. I didn't press in, but just gently rubbed his puckered asshole. That put him over the edge. His groaning turned louder and he let out a yelp. "Oh, FUCK!!!" He grunted as he unloaded his cum into my mouth. In typical str8 guy fashion, the moment he came, he pushed me back, he stood and pulled some tissues from the dispenser on the wall. He wiped his cock and stepped into his pants. Pulling them up. He was out the door before I stood and wiped my mouth with a tissue. I exited the booth and began to try doorknobs again. I found another booth with an unlocked door. Inside I found a guy in his late 60's. He looked a lot like the grandpa that lives next door to me. I wasn't particularly turned on by him, until I saw the big, hard dick he had in his hands. I locked the door and assumed my usual position on my knees, between his legs. His cock was cut and at least 7 inches. Fairly thick with a big mushroom cockhead. This guy was silent as I began to suck. He never did make a sound or a moan. But, his cock was rock hard, so I knew he was enjoying my mouth. About 10 minutes of sucking brought his cum in my mouth. It wasn't a big load, like the earlier guy. But it was sweet and I always enjoy knowing I've gotten a str8 guy off. I thanked him for his load, but got no response as I straightened my hair and left his booth. I checked my watch. I had 10 more minutes before I had to absolutely leave to make it to my appointment on time. As I was debating if I should go or stay for a bit, a short, buff, scruffy looking guy in his late 20's or early 30's came into the arcade. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt covered in paint splatters covering them. His messed up dirty blonde hair also had splattered paint all over it. He looked like the blue collar, scruffy, bad boys that I love to get off. We were walking toward each other, but he didn't seem to look at me at all. He quickly found an empty booth with a green light. He went into the booth, closed the door. I didn't hear him flip the door lock, so it probably meant he was up to get sucked off. I waited until he had started a film and the light turned to red. I gave him a few moments to get settled and horny, then tried his door knob. Sure enough, it was unlocked. He was leaning against the wall, rubbing his crotch. He never looked at me, but kept his eyes glued to the fake titted bimbo that was screaming in fake ecstasy as a tall, muscular black guy is pounding her with his bbc. I walked over to him and began to feel his bulge. He moved his hand and let me rub his already hard cock through his dirty jeans. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his waistband and fly. I pulled his tight jeans down and put my mouth over his rock hard cock inside his white briefs that had the faint smell of piss. Then I pulled his briefs down and wrapped my lips around his smallish 5 inch, slender, cut cock. I love sucking smallish cocks as much as monster cocks. I love being able to work both my lips and my throat on a guys throbbing cock. He must have been super horny because he literally was cumming down my throat in 3 minutes. I milked his cock with the back of my throat as he unloaded in me. He was silent, but his body was convulsing and shaking as he came in me. By now, I had to get going. I quickly pulled myself together, left the store and drove to my appointment. Arriving right on time. It was so nice to be back in the arcade, taking load after load of str8 cum.

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

Because in everyday life I call the shots and people are dependent on me and my decisions/action. I hold the power and authority over hundreds of people who are working to please me and be in my good graces. That gets heavy and my release is being a powerless cumslut. So, as a cumdump/cumslut I let all that go and get used. Men take what they want, how they want and if satisfied reward me with a load. I’m at their mercy and under their control. A begging little whore for their enjoyment and use. I become a thing for their pleasure with no regard for my release. They just use me and I prefer they don’t even bother with my cock. It ruins it if a top is “concerned” or wants to focus on my cock. It’s not about pleasing me. It’s about turning my whole being over to be used to please others. Being a hole, a slut, a worthless cum receptacle making sure I satisfy their desires and milk out every drop of their cum I can ensuring satisfaction and pleasure. The idea of a man breeding me without a thought to my orgasm and the prospect of multiple men being satisfied using my holes is a huge rush and drives my thoughts. I crave being used and collected cum rewards. So much so I imagine just about every man I meet at least briefly,what it would be like for him to be cumming in my hungry hole. When I’m in that zone, ANYONE and EVERYONE can use me. I would never turn down a hard cock and the chance to receive their cum.

NEG and wish to stay so. Recently moved by some posts on here about the hard reality of living with HIV and the possible consequences of chasing it. I’m not judging others, but just wish continued NEG for myself, yes paradoxically, seeking breeding as a continuous neg top with consensual bottoms, poz or neg. If it happens it happens but just not intentionally chasing it.

I just had my second gangbang yesterday. I wore a jockstrap and was passed around for about 3 hours among 8 guys, who Dpd, spitroasted, and took turns coming in my mouth and pussy. During this time I spend 4 hours moaning, begging them to fuck me harder, and telling them to “shoot it in me” While they 2 guys were doing the DP the one guy asked me “do you like this bitch” and I said “yeah fuck me like a little slut” and called him daddy. And that is when I realized, I have become a total slut. Over the past 2 months I have taken over 30 loads. And I’m seriously trying to figure out why I do this? For the bottoms on here, what motivates you to become a cumslut?

Wonderful start... and a hell of a curve ball at the end! I sure didn't see that coming!

Very hot bucket list!

Hopefully now that the holidays are over the story will continue. I definitely need more

thought to share again so horned looking at all yours

A) fun & feels good B) middle finger to the conservative indoctrination I received throughout my formative years (same reason I wanna be poz) C) there's a lot of cock & sex to experience and not a lot of time!

Chapter 18 He was going to go into see the Kid and give him another shot when he heard the distinctive sound of latex gloves being snapped. It was coming from the guy that was bent over. The neighbor had lost track of time and the guy that was going to fist the one guy was already there and getting ready to wreck that older fag’s ass. He really hoped that could get him to one of the farms for some extended paly. He told the guy to wait a couple minutes before he did it because he wanted to give him something to help him. When he didn’t realize was that the guy had prepared a booty bump for this occasion. He was going to get his fist in the guys ass one way or another. The guy had mixed up a strong one and had already shot it up the old guy’s ass. The Neighbor went thru the door and stopped for a second to check on the Kid there was a puddle in the pan under his perch with the cum and piss that had dripped out and there was a guy with an average cock pumping the Kid’s ass. The Kid’s ass was a sloppy cummy mess. He went in the room and asked the Kid if he was having fun and if he wanted to stop. The Kid was not as spun as he was but all he could muster to ay was “ No, I love this “. With the way the Kid was tied down he couldn’t move mush but with the insane pounding the guy was giving him his body was jerking pretty hard. He called out and asked the guy fucking the kid to hold on for a moment. When the guy stopped the neighbor gave the kid another slam. The had the Kid’s eyes rolling and him coughing, when they heard the Kid coughing someone said “ Tear the Kid’s hole open “. The Guy stared pounding the Kid’s ass again. The Kid was saying “ More, give me more “. The Neighbor wasn’t sure what the Kid was saying or meant, He figured he wanted more up his ass but wasn’t sure. Either way there was no way he was getting more Meth for a while. The Neighbor walked over to the guy that was about to get fisted and prepared to gave him a slam also, This wasn’t as big as the Kid’s but it would work to help open his ass for what was coming. Even as experienced at administering the chems, he had a problem finding a vain whit the guy face down, he finally found a got one and give him the point. The Guy stared coughing immediately and was making all sorts of moaning and other sounds. He had never heard anyone respond to this like that. He bent down and told the guy “ Enjoy tonight, you’re going to be in a new club after this “. He was talking about the guy that probably shot a toxic load in him earlier and the fist fuck club he was about to be in. If that had their way he would end up a farm later but that was still to be determined. He walked around to the wall and the fisting guy had already gotten half his hand n the guy. He walked over to the guy and said he had given him a slam and he should be ready now. The guy stopped for a minute and said he had given him a booty bump that had Tina in it a slight bit of K. The looked at each other for a second and the Neighbor asked him how the guy was doing. The guy fisting him said he was going great. He reached down into the pan that was under him, it had a good amount of cum and what-ever in it. They figured that there was some chems in piss in it. The fisting guy gathered a as much as he could in his hand and pushed it back in the guys ass. He smiled and said “ This makes great lube for fisting, and I can make sure his insides are coated with it “. The Neighbor said “ There is another pan over there if you need more “. The Guy said “ I think it will be enough but if you want it in this pig I can do that or we can pump it into that Kid’s ass and guts “. The Neighbor said “ Let me know when you want to do it “. The Guy went back to working his had in the guy’s ass. The Neighbor moved a tripod over to the guy with a camera on it. He angled so that all you could see was the guy’s ass and the hand that was trying to gain access to it. Earlier he had mounted a Mic on the other side so they cold hear the guy when he got that first fist in him. He had some guys scream and others moan loudly. He set this up to record and to stream on an app he used for such occasions. It was probably the same app that got the Kid into all this trouble. They knew that the guy was flying high by now and that it was time for him to loose that FF cherry. The Fister stared to work his hand n the guys ass. He already had four fingers in all the way and had a couple fingers from his other hand stretching his hole, He did this again and the guy was moaning and grunting loudly. The guy pulled back and started pushing his closed hand into the guy’s soon to be broken ass. Most of the hand was in the guy’s ass and you could hear they guy yelping, saying “ Easy, go easy, Owe that hurts some “. When he said that the guy’s hand was all but in the pig’s ass. It hadn’t snapped around the guys wrist but that just a few moments way. When the Pig’s ass ring snapped around the guys wrist you cold hear the guy saying loudly “ Oh fuck, shit, damn “ . He kept saying the same over and over. The Guy fisting him laughed and said “ He is either cuming or he is pissing. Look at this “. The Neighbor looked and noticed a small stream coming from his shriveled cock.

[think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/hands-free-bareback-cumshot-and-creampie-xh63g0W Two Twinks fucking and the bottoms shoots a beautiful load while his hole is pumped full of cum

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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VI: Outsourcing the Infection: It’s been almost three weeks since the joint pozzing of the twins Caleb and Callum…they haven’t yet exhibited any signs of the fuck flu but as both of them headed back to college after Spring Break — Caleb back to Florida and Callum back to Berkeley - they promised they would take the home tests at the first sign of anything. But the knowledge that I have successfully converted them - for I know it in my soul and I know it in my fat pierced poz cock whenever I think about it - has sustained me during this busy work period. That, and the fact that I had only 4 days until some time off and my flight to Chicago to get my viral load into unsuspecting Instagay Kyle. Speaking of work, it had gotten real busy lately with various projects I was heading up, this was interfering with my time and opportunity to elevate guys into the brotherhood. Just about all the free time i had during the day was when i would go for a run early in the morning. One such morning, after running for a bit, I stripped off my shirt as usual, proudly displaying the poz tattoo I had worked so hard for, and which I was working hard on getting my first “X” to signify my membership in The Ten. I had 2 confirmed pozzing in Justin and Benny and 2 I know were poz just not officially yet in the twins, but I was never gonna be satisfied with only 4 successful conversions, not if I wanted that X. As I’m making my way back to the building, an older man I see sometimes walking his dog waved me over to him. Nearing him, he called out to me: “Does that tattoo mean what I think it means, son?” “Sure does,” I said instantly, having reached the point in this journey of not caring who knows it. “So are you shooting blanks or live ammo,“ he asked. “100% toxic HVL, with 4 confirmed pozzings,” I answered proudly, counting Caleb and Callum who weren’t yet official but I knew it had happened. “Nice…I have a proposal for you, can you walk with me for a moment?” Intrigued, I walk with him and he explains his name is Mitch and he’s 75 years old. He’s in damn good shape for being 75, I think to myself. “I’ve been poz since before you were born, Randy.” Got it from my first-ever boyfriend - we were chorus boys on Broadway together. He is no longer with us. We were together 15 years before it took him, but somehow, it never took me. I got on meds as soon as they came out and I’ve been undetectable for over 20 years now.” “Oh, no,” I think to myself, “is this the start of a lecture?” He continued: “Which means at my age, it would be unwise to stop taking the meds, but my young boy, well he wants what you have.” He pulled out his phone and navigated to a picture of his boy who I learn is named Clark and is 28 years old. He and Mitch have been together for 6 years. “Don’t get me wrong,” Mitch went on, “I can still fuck him like I’m a young buck,” I just can’t give him what he needs, which is HIV. - how times change and I almost can’t believe I’m asking this, but would you be willing to poz my boy Clark? I would want to watch you do it, and i want to fuck your toxic load further into him after you’re done…that way, I’ll have a part in the process.” I am elated at this…the chance to infect a young guy like Clark with his older BF to watch! “You name the time and place, Mitch, it’ll be my pleasure to poz him up for you!” MItch and I exchange numbers and it turns out he lives only around the corner from me. “I’ll go home now and tell him the good news, Randy,” Mitch exclaims “he’s gonna be so excited. He’s seen you jogging and the tattoo, but was too shy to ask himself.” We go our separate ways and I make my way back to my building and as I’m putting the key in the door, I sense someone behind the stairwell and quickly turn around but the figure has gone, I hear faint footsteps going down the stairs. Must be my building admirer, the one who taped that note to my door - he hasn’t made himself known to me since then, but I’m hoping he’ll work up the nerve to ask me to bring him into the poz brotherhood. In the meantime, I shower and sit down to my workday, which is a lot of meetings, mostly incredibly dull and I’m daydreaming about all the guys I’ve infected and still to convert over to poz. Just then, a text comes through from Caleb in Florida. An Oraquick home test: 2 lines. He’s poz! “You did it, Sir, just with 2 fucks and you took away the negativity in my life! Thank you! Before I even have a chance to respond, a new text comes through from Callum in Berkeley. Another home test and another poz result! “Look at this, Sir, you got me!” I’m so happy despite this terrible fuck flu! And I was so horny despite it I went out and fucked two guys at Steamworks last night!” I quickly made a group text with the twins “That’s it, boys, revel in your poz status and go forth and spread my strains!” I was now almost halfway to my first “X” to go next to my biotat, with 4 confirmed pozzings and now Mitch’s young boyfriend Clark would get me 50% of the way… I text Mitch: “Great to meet you this morning. I’m ready whenever Clark and you are ready for the upgrade.” “Can you come over tomorrow night,” he responded, “I’ll have him ready for you.” I arrived at their house the next night at the appointed time, toothbrush in hand. Ringing the bell, I heard Mitch call out “It’s open, just come in.” In the back bedroom was Mitch who at 75 was still rocking a tight body - those years of dancing on stage really paid off for him. Mitch was balls deep up inside Clark, a cute slender guy on all fours while his 75-year old daddy boyfriend was pounding his ass. I could see from behind that Clark had a cock cage on which was swinging with Mitch’s pounding into him. Clark’s hands and feet were each bound with leather straps. I took out the toothbrush from my pocket, and Mitch looked over and said “Don’t bother with that, I brushed him up good before we started. I want to be as much a part of the process I can, so I thought I’d get his hole warmed up for you. I brushed it for a good 5 minutes before so he should be ready to receive.” With that he pulled out, a bright streak of blood red followed Mitch’s substantial cock out of Clark’s ass. “Once you cum in him, I’m gonna go back in a fuck it deeper into him if that’s OK.” “Hey, he’s your property, I’ll do whatever you want with him,” was my reply. Mitch moved over to in front of Clark and leaned in to speak to him a bit. “Here’s the top who will poz you, my boy.” You will take his cum and hopefully he’ll infect you with it, just like we talked.” “100% conversion rate, so no ‘hopefully’ about it, it will happen”, I tell them. Clark nodded OK and took Mitch’s hard cock deep down his throat. “OK,” Mitch said, pointing to me, “do it now,” I said my standard final warning: “This is where I say that once I’m in you, I won’t pull out until I poz you, no matter what” “Go for it,” Mitch urged. “Poz him up!” I mounted up on Clarks hole, my cock pre-cumming as usual from the excitement of getting to poz up another neg hole. Clark’s ass felt warm and silky from Mitch’s preparation of it for me; I knew this wouldn’t be a long fuck but it sure felt nice and warm. As I was working up on a stroke rhythm inside and out of Clark’s ass, Mitch held him and whispered some poz talk to him: “He’s gonna gift you now, you fucking whore” “You’re getting his HIV now, pig” “You gonna turn into a poz pup for me now!” I joined in a bit with “Already, my viral precum is infecting you, faggot!” “You’d getting pozzed as we speak!” All this poz talk got me close to popping as my cock inside Clark’s hole expanded even more in preparation for releasing my HIV into this kid’s hole…and soon it burst forth with about 10 injections of pure HVL poz seed. I collapsed over his back squeezing from my cock the last drops of virus for his scratched up hole. “OK, I’ll take it from here, thanks!” Mitch instructed and with that I withdrew from his BFs hole and Mitch walked around his boy, placing his fat cock back inside Clark as he fucked in my cum further inside his hole. “Fucking that toxic load into your hole now!” Turning to me, he said “Thanks a million, Randy. I’ll let you know if it worked. You can go now.” I leaned into Mitch to give him a deep kiss and as we separated from it he whispered “Thank you for pozzing him.” I put my still hard cock back into my jeans and quietly left them to fuck some more. On the walk back to my building, I checked my messages and my building admirer sent me a DM on twitter: “I’m ready for it, if you want to take me into the club. Apartment 4B, anytime.” My cock stirred once more…Entering my building, I pressed the elevator button for “4,” and I was now gonna be 60% of my goal. Today was a good day.

Part 5 Caio was right behind me, his erect cock standing tall against my ass. I was still pissing in the guy’s ass which was overflowing down on his face, filling nostrils and eyes orbits. He pushed me forward, crushing even more the guy under me. I felt the piercing going down between my cheeks to sink down in the wells of piss that had become the hostage hole. - Urgggh - Fuck - Hot Three different reactions from the trio that we had formed. Taking leverage by his hands on my shoulders to take leverage, Caio pulled out Cuntbuster completely, creating an obscene suction in the overstretched hole. I shuddered, close to orgasm. - Don’t dare you cum, pretty boy And with all his weight, Caio buried Cuntbuster to the hilt. A loud snap was heard and the guy wail liked a wounded animal. Encouraged by the small crowd cheering, Caio repeated his performance few times. - Just for the fun of it, he said One of the guys managed to insert his flaccid cock in the hostage after writing on his forehead the words: Piss Bucket. *** Most of the girls were gone now except a couple, including the ginger from this morning. The other one was blowing the delivery guy as a tip. I took the opportunity to dress and put distance between me and Caio. I only found my jeans and sneakers. My t-shirt, socks and underwear were nowhere to be seen. - Nice performance Leo had captured my total encounter with Caio. Almost 2 hours of footage in which I almost got fucked. I asked him to delete the recording, not wanting to find myself on some random gay porn sites. - Nothing wrong with it I begged to differ, but with Leo, it was useless to argue. The shooting resumed as per schedule. Caio was following me like a predator. It was making me nervous and distracting me which cause Leo to intervene - Shooed away, you fucker The last scene scenario was a double date where the two girls were plotting together as their “boyfriends” watched a game. Like any porn plot, the girls started making out with the guys and started to undress. - Fuck me I was dumbfounded. The gorgeous ginger was a guy! And same for his(her) partner. The foursome fornicated in every position possible to end with facials. Leo and I packed all the materials in a record time, it was just few minutes past midnight. Two guys carried out the hostage guy which looked to be in some sort of disarticulated pretzel. A demolition team were already tearing down all the decors. I realized that by noon today, there would be no trace of what happened here. Caio and two other guys had decided to drive to a club downtown. - You’re coming with me, pretty boy I looked at Leo who just shrugged - I told them you would go. They are a good customer of mine. A problem? There was no harm to join them for a beer or two, and then excused myself. *** The car was parked on a quiet side street. The car trunk was open. - We’ll be back. You be quiet, neighborhood isn’t safe There, in the trunk, the hostage was laying naked and caked with crusty cum, saliva and blood. I noticed the guy had a very small cock and balls. - If you try to escape, alert someone or any fuss, I will make sure your bones count goes way over 250. One of the actors pulled a large plastic bag with various toys that were used in the various shooting. Pretzel got his hand ties to his knees, alligator clamps on nipples, ear lobes, nose, foreskin and balls. Satisfied with his work, the actor spitted a huge gob of phlegm. I looked at Caio in disbelief. - Your choice. You can join him or come with us. To my surprise, it was one of the regular club where me and my friends uses to hang out, even brought my ex-girlfriend a couple of time. The music was good and the crowd friendly. As we enter, I recognize some familiar faces. Ben Schultz was there with his girlfriend. We went to high school together. He became a star-athlete in college. We weren’t close friends, but enough to greet each other. I wasn’t really popular. And contrary to what one might believe, having a dad offering without shame to suck them as soon as they walk in, is not a winning ticket. Oh yeah, he succeeded to blow some of them, but never stick around for long. - To the new assistant! Cheers As I sip my beer, Caio put his arm around my shoulder and was laughing without sexual innuendo. I was really tired from the long day and thought nothing of it. The guys went silent suddenly and one whispered something to Caio who raised his head looking at two guys that just entered the bar. A large man in nice clothing preceded by a Slavic-look guy who was scouting the room for someone. He walked directly to Caio when he saw him. - Don’t say a word and don’t do anything, whatever happens, if you know what is good for you. Both actors looked worried, but Caio was all smile - Dimitri! My friend! They brotherly hugged and exchange few words. Then Dimitri look at me and asked Caio who the slut was. - An assistant, works with Leo. Dimitri pursed his lips and nodded. He slipped his hand inside my jeans founding my hole, grazing a finger. - Not fucked? - Not yet Dimitri took my face in his hand and turned it toward the suite man. A brief and awkward pause. The suit man shook his head and Dimitri let me completely go before fending crowd in search for another prey. - May be another time All three guys looked at each other and remained silent. We had another beer, drinking it slowly, but the conversation had died with Dimitri’s appearance. - Try so stay away from him. That was all they told me about Dimitri. I went to men’s room. Dimitri had followed right behind me, but I didn’t noticed. I went to the urinal and Ben was next, horse-pissing. - You’re one of them faggot? The words were slurred. He was slightly drunk. - Let me show you what a man looks like He stepped back and turned around pissing on my lower leg, and start laughing. Dimitri stepped in, grab Ben’s head and smashed it against the wall with force. - Enough for you, arrogant prick, you are coming with me. Lets find out how much man you are. Dimitri marched out the men’s room, still holding Ben’s by the neck. At the door, Dimitri wink at me. - Not a word to anyone, assistant, or I’ll come for you. *** Back at the table, two more actors from the shoot had joined us. Caio looked at me. - Piss yourself? I ignored him, looking around to see if I can spot Ben. No sign of Ben or his girlfriend. Apparently Dimitri and the suited man were gone also, because the conversation had started back between the actors. - It seems that there some actions down the street. Let’s roll.

This was a few years ago, hope you enjoy. I was chatting with a really hot guy on Grindr, muscular, hairy, with a big hung dick and an ass I hoped he'd give up and we were talking about meeting at the local nudist beach. I thought about it and I decided to go for two reasons: meet him in person and fuck on the beach. Such a turn on. It's a big beach, a good 7 kilometers away from the town, back then there were no beach bars and umbrellas, so there was more sex going on at the gay side and that was what I craved. I'm walking towards a beach umbrella and then I look at the sea and this Greek Poseidon comes out, even hotter than his photos, tanned and naked and fucking hot and all I can do is gape. We got into the talking, all random shit, but hell all I wanted to do was suck the monster and after a few minutes, I was granted that wish. "I see you staring, come get it" he said and I couldn't be happier, my own 19cm dick in full mast. I sucked his cock all the way down to his balls, it was salty as fuck from his swim. He was moaning and I knew I was doing a great job. "You'll make me cum..." he told me between moaning so I slowed down and then the surprise - he showed off his asshole for me to rim! I gladly dove into that delicious hole and I could swear his moaning got louder. After what felt like an hour of rimming his ass in all fours, I got closer to his ear and whispered: "do you want this big dick in your tight hole ?" "yeah, but we don't have any condoms." Fuck that C word. "Then I guess I have no choice but to breed your ass" I whispered, then rubbed my raw dick on his hole, my mind gone crazy by the hot hunk I was about to plant my seed into. "Say you want this cock raw up that ass!" my voice went a bit louder. "Fuck, dude, you're making me feel like a slut. Stick that dick in me." "Raw?" "Fucking raw." No reassurance needed. I pushed in his sweet pucker, slow at first while his moaning was a mix of pleasure and pain and then he reached behind my ass to push me even further! So much for the condoms I thought. I started slamming deeper into him, enjoying the warm hole wrapped around my fuckstick while holding his sides. Fuck I never wanted to cum. "FUCK ME" as I was going to town behind him. After trying to hold on to dear life not to explode in him, I turned him around so I could fuck and kiss (my absolute favourite). His hole was already gaping a bit, however I applied a generous amount of saliva on his hole and on my hole and reentered. There was a sharp intake of breath and then moaning once again. He was looking at me like I was his first love. First lust more like. I reached my lips into his and then started hammering away, deeper and faster. He went fucking nuts, moaning in my mouth (another turn on). He tried to slow my pace but i was holding him down and kept fucking him hard and then it happened; I felt a wet sensation between our bellies, which I thought was cum, because I must have reached his prostate but nope - dude pissed himself. It was weird, but the thought of dominating this hunk of a man made me explode in him! "FUUUUUCK" I yelled while slamming my cock deeper "Keep going I'm close too" I couldn't say no, so his hole endured some more abuse. "Fucking... Aaah. Keep..fucking..." he was at a loss for words while his cock erupted. As a good top I reached down and swallowed as much as I could, guy was like a fountain. We caught our breaths after that and realised we did not know each other's names! He said his name was George and I replied I'm Alex. We swam a bit to cool down and I reached his ass to assess the damage. A slight twinge was all I needed to see. We did meet later that night with a less intense version of fucking and then a few days later before he left for a quickie at an abandoned building in which we almost got caught. He was a great summer fuck.

I remember going to bed with my first bf. I'd be the little spoon as we laid in bed pushing my ass back and slowly gyrating my hips as his dick would get hard. I'd pull my boxers down, then spit on my fingers so i could wet hole then back up and line up my hole with his dick letting him slide in. Once he was in, he was in control slowly fucking me. He would hold me tight kiss my neck until I'd hear his breathing accelerate, his dick expanding and that awesome feeling when he stops moving and all I can feel is the pulsing of his dick, knowing his seed is entering me. We would just lay there, falling aslleep. I loved waking up with that full feeling, his cum still in me and the scent of his cum that had been marinating in my ass. There were times I would roll on my back, lift my legs, hoping to get his morning wood in my already lubed ass.

Thanks for that well thought out comment. Too many people are too reactive. I have this take on the issue as a white 58 year old American: The bottom line is contrary to popular belief, accidentally dropping out of your mom’s pussy on a particular patch of the earth’s soil does not make someone superior to others. People seem to think being born here makes them better than “others” but the fact is we have millions of fat stupid lazy useless uneducated sloppy idiot “real” Americans laying around taking up space, who contribute nothing of value to the United States. They breed and eat. That’s it. id gladly trade them for these desperate but industrious hard working ambitious persistent folks who come to our border wanting work and freedom. I’m so sick to death of fat stupid obese flabby assed lazy whiney hetero Americans. they make me sick. I’m tired of their shit after early 6 decades of hearing it. All of it. All their fucking useless bullshit opinions on everything.

Short answer: bc it’s fun! long answer: positive reinforcement. We fantasize about it until we get a chance to pull the trigger, and when we let loose with a top or tops who use us the way we fantasized about and it’s good, we tie the pleasure of being fucked like a slut with the identity of being a slut. It’s like a tramp stamp on our sexuality and we crave the experience more and more.

new member here! Ive been obsessed with piss and lately I found a way to "drink piss" that is not really nice, but this is what I was doing. I went to this huge BAR that had those huge urinal,it was late, lot of drunk guys...I would just leave some plastic cups inside the urinals and wait to see if a hot or nice straight guy come and piss inside the cup. I would wait him leave the bathroom , grab the cup, go into the reserved area and drink it all while I jerked off. Was a dream come true. Unfortunatelly now there is a bathroom janitorial staying there most of the time, so Im not sure if im gonna be able to do that again...but I hope the janitorial goes away I was wondering if more guys do that type of thing 😄

We see them all the time - bottoms who post profiles, in which they say up front that they’re bottoms, looking to suck or get fucked - and yet their main pic, or their avatar, is a cock pic. If you are one of these men, please, for all our sakes, explain why you do this. It’s maddening. On the face of it, there’s no rational reason for it. Hell, half of the bottoms here don’t even want their cocks touched. The first principle of marketing is that the thing you’re trying to sell is the thing you put in the shop window; if you’re trying to get people to come in and but peaches you don’t put cucumbers in the shop window, you put peaches. Good day, sir, I’d like to buy one of your longest, thickest cucumbers, if you please. And two walnuts while you’re at it. We don’t sell cucumbers, sir, or walnuts either, but we have some very succulent peaches. Then why does the sign outside say ‘Cucumber Market’, and why are you advertising walnuts as buy-one-get-one-free? I don’t get it. Most of us don’t. If there is an actual, sensible reason for doing this, please explain. If there isn’t, please, please stop.

Totally with you! It really bothers me to see them just let it spill out of their mouths and waste it. Why do they even bother to take it in their mouth because they're obviously not a serious urinal. And yes, I understand getting pissed on as a separate kink. I love getting marked once in awhile, especially by super rank piss when I'm in my street clothes, and especially when unplanned. I've had to drive around town or back home a number of times wet and stinking like a men's room because someone hosed me down at a bar and even on me while driving around. But if you piss IN MY MOUTH, you better fucking believe every drop is going to be swallowed. I love the flavor but I also believe it shows respect to the man generous enough to give you his piss. I'm guessing that in some of those offensive (lol) videos they guys has had someone or other pissing in their mouth all day while doing filming and perhaps they're worried about too much urine and not enough water in their systems. I get that too, but I don't wanna see the film clips where it's getting wasted. Still, I know others aren't bothered by that and some enjoy it, so I'm gonna let them enjoy and I'll move on and find the clips that show actual swallowing. 😉

Mmm, glad you were opened enough to accept his piss stream... perfect!

Or We could look at which neighborhoods in america have the highest crime rates. And we could look at figuring out what people in america work the hardest verdus which ones contribute the least to our GDP there are an awful lot of native born “Americans” who contribute little to nothing to the betterment of society. That should be the real measure of who’s worth keeping or getting rid of.

Has anyone mentioned Gran Canaria? Horny visitors flying in weekly dropping their pants. Though I don't know about access to meds there?

I updated my profile on sniffles and got two responses. One was a young guy 22 years old He just said he needed to fuck someone and could he come over. Twenty minutes later he was here he gay naked and went right in He had a 8 “ thick cock He started slow and built up . He gave a muffled cry as he filled me with his cum He pulled out and was gone second was a 33 year old who fucked me mant times before He had lost my number and was still up to take his load Of course and in a few hours he came over Him I sucked a little and then in my ass he went He shot a 5 day load in my ass. He stayed in as he pumped several times. when he left my ass was dripping and the blanket underneath me load with cum

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Part 6 - Land Of Perpetual Daylight Hours had passed and finally Connor began to open his eyes, muttering jumbled words for another hour. During this time he stood up walked around the room and laid back down, repeating words that made no sense until he fell asleep again. He sat up quickly when he woke and saw Evan sitting on the bed watching him. "What are you doing?" Connor asked looking at him. "Watching you, making sure you don't go walking off" Evan replied looking annoyed. Connor sat up fully "Did I do something to upset you?" he asked noticing his look. "You don't remember?" Evan asked now looking worried. "No" Connor replied, "Wait, I went to the gate" he said then paused, "Crap. Did I really summon him?" he asked sounding surprised. Evan nodded “Yes” he replied paying closer attention "What did you talk about?" he asked. "I am not sure Evan. It is all scrambled at the moment" Connor replied, "Read me" he suggested. Connor held his hand up and Evan took it in his then closed his eyes "Nothing. It is jumbled" Evan said. He looked at Evan with a worried expression "It is like he has encrypted it" Evan added letting go. "Maybe I will remember soon" Connor said standing up. Evan stood "I wonder if you have a death wish" he said looking at him, "Seeking him like that". "I am sorry Evan. I don’t know what come over me” Connor said, “I had to know what happened to Christian". Evan walked round to him "Did he tell you?" he asked softly. "I think so. Yes" Connor replied, "But I can't remember the conversation, it is like it never happened". Evan hugged him seeing he was about to break down "It is okay Connor" he said assuring him. "It isn't though is it" Connor responded hugging him back, "Will I have to go to him to save you all". "No Connor" Evan said softly, "You must never offer yourself. If you do the prophecy comes trues and he will be unstoppable". Connor let go agreeing with Evan, yet inside he was still conflicted. They walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs to see Tomas and Christian, the stench hitting them full on as they opened the door. Christian laid there peacefully, Tomas looked up at them both telling them that he hasn't moved or shown any signs of regaining consciousness. With daylight appearing Tomas opened the windows fully to let some fresh air in and change the pads. The urinating appeared to have stopped and Connor climbed on the bed sitting by Christian's head and stroking it softly. "Come on nerd wake up" Connor said over and over and trying to refrain from breaking down. Tomas walked over to Evan and they kissed openly like a couple "Are you two an item?" Connor asked looking up. Tomas smiled "No. Evan and Ivan are together, we are just naturally very close" he replied as Jacob stood at the door looking tired. "How did I get here?" Jacob asked looking confused and weary. Tomas walked over to Jacob holding him up and took him outside to explain everything that happened and how they freed him from the mansion. He sat looking at Tomas finding it all hard to believe, memories were coming back and he began to recollect being held in a cage where he couldn't move his body and the face of a man who looked like Connor forcing a sweet substance down his throat. "I remember tasting blackcurrants" Jacob said looking at Tomas, "Being carried over a shoulder". Tomas nodded "You know where you were, how you got there?" he asked but Jacob shook his head. "I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye and a cold breath on my neck" Jacob said sitting up. "Okay that is good" Tomas said encouragingly, "You know of the Kovalek tale?" he asked. Jacob nodded "Vampire, just like Dracula" he replied then went silent, "Wait you mean he exists?" he asked. "Yes" Tomas replied holding his hand, "You were taken to Vadimov" he said. Gradually it was all coming back to him, yet he held off telling Tomas that he was not taken to the mansion. After Tomas explained a little more about who they were he understood that for his own safety he should remain with them until this was over, whatever the outcome was to be. Tomas went back to Christian after lunch, there was still no change in his condition and Jacob saw Connor standing alone at the door watching Christian. He walked up behind an tapped him on the shoulder. Connor turned and smiled at him "Can we talk?" Jacob asked hinting for him to follow. They walked outside and sat on the bench "Did you know any of this?" Jacob asked. Connor shook his head "No. We came to do some research for our studies" he replied. Jacob nodded "He came to me before he took you, I didn't know what it was though" Connor explained. "Up there" Jacob said nodding towards Vadimov, "I remember the cage" he said, "And seeing you". "Please don't say he looks like me, I already know that" Connor said looking worried. "I see me walking to the mansion. I was not in control" Jacob confided, "I was... I was in a trance or something". Connor took his hand "He has been in my head and controlled me Jacob, the guy is very real". Jacob looked across the landscape "I can feel the cage against my body, confining me, keeping me prisoner" he said. Connor put his arms around Jacob hugging him as Ivan walked out "Ivan, how are you?" he asked. Ivan nodded and sat down "I feel tired, otherwise okay" he replied. "Evan was very worried about you" Connor said and Jacob looked at them both. "He worries too much, sees too much" Ivan replied with a smile on his face, "How are you though?". Connor shrugged "Really. I have no idea" he said, "Somehow I managed to summon Kovalek last night". "I know" Ivan replied and Jacob looked at them both, "Stop playing with danger until we know more". Evan appeared looking happy to see Ivan up and around, he kissed him then sat beside the three of them as Connor began to remember his conversation with Gregor right up to the point where he felt his lungs contract before passing out. Jacob was shaking in fear whilst Evan and Ivan just looked at each other. Tomas appeared telling them that Christian was coming around and Connor jumped up to go and see him. He was awake and lifted his head smiling at Connor's appearance standing over him. "You had us worried" Connor said softly sitting down on the bed. Christian stared at him with a cold look "Did we get him?" he asked looking confused. Connor nodded "Yes" he replied, "Do you remember what happened to you though?" he asked. "Not really" Christian said, "I remember sitting at the bar drinking blackcurrant, the rest is fuzzy" he added. Connor smiled stroking his head "Jacob is okay, still very shaken now he remembers it all". Christian sat up "I feel different" he said with a worried look, "Something in me has changed". Evan walked in and sat down next to Connor "How do you feel different?" he asked hearing him. "Like I am not me" Christian said, "I don't know, it is hard to explain. I feel I am missing something inside" he explained. Evan began to explain what he had managed to see and Christian kept a normal head nodding and understanding why he felt so different. Connor was concerned that he might flip out at knowing what happened but he seemed to take it in his stride as though it was all part of what was to be expected. But then Christian was one who on the outside could look pretty calm, yet inside he was struggling to come to terms with it all now. Christian finally spoke "I want to go home and see my parents" he said adamantly. “Is that really wise at the moment?” Connor asked standing up. “You got me in to this. You don’t decide what I do and when I do it” Christian snapped back at him. Connor looked at him and again he saw a cold look aimed at him “Go then. Pack your things and piss off” he said angrily. "You can go but not yet" Evan said, "We will all go to Svalbard first for a few days and set up there". Christian looked at him "And what if I don't agree to do as you say?" he asked being stubborn. Evan shrugged "Then we can't protect you Christian. If anything happens it will be on your own head". "No. No. No. If anything happens it will be his fault!" Christian responded pointing to Connor. Evan grabbed his arm "You need to calm down and stop blaming Connor" he said sounding angry with him. Christian looked around the room at everyone looking at him "I will come for a few days. Then I want to go home" he stated clearly. Evan nodded "Tomas will go with you as protection" he said making sure Christian understood. Connor turned to see Jacob standing at the door and Christian noticed his neck "What is that on your neck?". Connor looked at him "Nothing" he said casually noticing Christian glaring at Jacob. “Did he bite you?” Christian asked, “If so then it is already over and I can go home”. "He didn't take any blood" Connor now snapped back at Christian wondering where his anger had come from but he had fallen asleep. "He will be weak for a few more hours" Tomas said ushering them out, “Just calm it down with him” he told Connor. "Me?" Connor questioned, "I am not the one suddenly full of anger" he said stomping out of the room. By late afternoon Christian was fully mobile and awake, Tomas deciding with Connor that they should not tell Christian everything until they were in Svalbard as he seemed to be on edge still. Connor and Christian returned to their room at the guest house, Christian had no recollection of the spat they had earlier. Tomas and Ivan took a room next to theirs whilst Jacob remained with Evan and Grazie. After eating they went up to the bedroom and locked themselves away, Connor rubbed garlic oil around the window as advised by Grazie to keep Kovalek from entering or invading their heads. Connor and Christian both undressed then he stood there for a moment looking at Connor's crucifix. His head began filling with anger again, it seemed to come in waves and he couldn't understand why it kept happening. "Where if my crucifix?" Christian asked feeling around his neck and looking annoyed, “Did I lose it somewhere?”. He slowly shook his head "You can't wear it any more" Connor replied. Christian looked him in the eye silently "It burnt me" he said softly, "Am I one of them?" he asked. "No! When Marcin and you had sex you took his cum" Connor said trying to find an easy explanation. "Oh god I remember being so aroused" Christian told him, "But what does it mean now?" he asked. Connor walked over to him "It means you need to be careful now, not to be alone at night". Christian looked at the two red puncture wounds on Connor's neck "Did he bite you? Did it hurt?". "You asked me that earlier" Connor replied, "He didn't draw blood. It was more of a statement, wanted to show me pain" he said. Christian stood there looking afraid "I can't put things together Connor. I can't remember things" he said looking like he was about to break down. "What do you remember or feel now?" Connor asked stepping closer to him. Christian shrugged "I think he has messed with my head. I can't make sense of anything. I feel rage and anger at you that is not me" he said. "He did possess you in the guest house, like he did me that first night" Connor told him. "How have we got involved in this?" Christian asked getting upset. Connor watched in shock as a tear trickled down his cheek. Connor lifted a finger wiping it away. The sensuality between them rose like a burning inferno, their mouths seeking each other’s in a deep kiss. It finally felt freeing and a relief to them both to have some normality, Christian falling on his back on the bed pulling Connor with him. He flinched as the crucifix around Connor's neck touched his skin. Connor removed it placing it on the table next to the bed. The tenderness they both showed, the intensity in their eyes, where for a moment at least they shut all the worry and thoughts out. Time mattered not to them as they explored each other’s bodies more intimately for the first time. Connor kissed up along his chest and neck, then along his lips before sinking his tongue inside his mouth. Neither knew that the other was feeling it, a strong bonding connection growing from within. The kiss grew more erotic, their bodies in tune with each other. Sensual. Devouring. Obliterating any doubts either one may have had with each kiss. Their body’s entwined rolling around on the bed until Christian found himself on his stomach under Connor. He let a soft low moan feeling the cock rubbing between his arse cheeks in long strokes. Kissing the back of his neck and shoulder until the heat of their arousal erupted. Connor went to aim his cock for penetration but Christian pushed his arse up forcing them to meet. Deeply he penetrated in a smooth movement, his hands grabbing hold of Connor's arms that were positioned either side of his head. Pushing his arse up more he moaned raising his head twisting it to kiss Connor, an act that caused Connor to relax and lower his body fully on top of him. The skin on skin contact electrifying their bodies. His hands worked up past Connor's wrists until their fingers joined and their hands closed together. Connor pulled up and pushed down harder with his hips in show of deep desire for him. His cock safely deep inside Christian, his hips began moving slowly up and down providing enough momentum to begin fucking him. Taking his time and languishing at the closeness between them, their kissing continued with hands clasped together. Sex had never felt so incredible and Christian was trying to control his body from over reacting. Such sexual intensity like this had always alluded him, it was plain to see that this was not an act of getting off. A connection existed and his body knew it, his head knew it and his heart was palpitating from the sheer pleasure and force between them. Connor picked up a little more speed and thrust in his hips, kissing Christian with more passion that was surprising himself. It felt right, there was no question that his nerd friend had his completely stolen his heart. Every movement caused a chain reaction between them, weather it was their fingers clasping tighter, his arse pushing up or Connor's hips grinding his cock. Every action evolved in to a meaning and stronger bond. He felt the tingle in his balls, fizzling away at first yet building with each passing second and intensifying. He knew he was about to reach his orgasm and yet he desperately needed to give Christian his seed, he had to sow his seed of love for him. The subtle changes in his body was felt by Christian, their tongues fighting each other as they locked in to a deeper kiss. His fingers stretched then closed in clasping Christian's hands tighter. His hips pushed down and his body seemed to heave forward. With a mouth full of Connor's tongue he moaned pushing his arse up gratefully receiving his orgasm. Finally they broke from their kiss and Connor breathed and panted, his hips still moving in a slowly massaging way. Their bodies in tune began to relax at the same time, fingers unclasping and Connor moved his arm under Christian's chest rolling him on his side. He let out a giggle still attached to Connor's cock. His hand moved down and cupped Christian's balls and cock, snuggled up in this position they both soon found that a tranquil sleep for once took hold of them. Sitting across the table his hand glided over the signature and he signed the last will and testament document, leaving his estate and money in the hands of this strange man. Hardly able to comprehend why he was even doing this. Scribbling out a letter laying out of the terms and his reasons he put the pen down and sealed both in an envelope. Standing up he handed the envelope to the strange man who would post it on his behalf. He turned and walked out of the mansion, along the drive to the small country road that he crossed over. The darkness surrounding him with only the noise of the stream rushing past below where he stood. Across the stream he smiled at the charismatic muscular guy who had come in to his life that day. His hand beckoning him over, silently he took a step falling down the bank and hitting his head on a rock and landing face down in the water. Marcin stood there watching for several minutes then walked down the road posting the letter having successfully completed his master’s wishes. At some point during the night they had managed to separate themselves and Christian woke up facing Connor. As much as he wanted to be happy at this situation, seeing him only served to remind them of the difficulties laying ahead and he fucking with Jacob. He was still unsure of Connor's true feelings towards him even though sex last night took on a whole new meaning. Tomas knocked on the door and Christian walked naked over to the door and unlocking it. "Morning" Tomas said standing at the door smiling and taking a good look at Christian's body. Christian blushed opening the door fully "Morning, come in" he said. Connor rolled over "Morning" he mumbled rubbing his eyes. Tomas looked at Connor then grinned looking at Christian "Morning" he said. Connor looked at the time "We have flights booked at 11am" Tomas said. "Where are we going again?" Connor asked sitting up getting lost with all the plans. "Svalbard" Christian said, "What about us?" he asked looking at Tomas. "We cannot get enough seats to Svalbard so Christian and I will overnight in Oslo" Tomas explained. Connor finished getting dressed "Make sure you have the FindMe application active on your phone" he said. Christian nodded "Yes of course I will. You will as well won't you?" he asked Tomas who nodded. "Will you be safe in Oslo?" Connor asked walking over to Tomas. "Yes, mostly daylight there" Tomas replied, "More people around and staying near the airport". "Doesn't matter, he will be able to find me not matter where I am" Christian said then stopped, "He has marked me, that is why I feel different" he said. "That is why I must stay with you Christian" Tomas said putting his arm around his shoulder. "So the rest of us are flying to Oslo and transit to the Svalbard flight?" Connor asked and Tomas nodded. "They are here" Ivan said. They walked with them to the car and the serious, worried looks going on between Evan, Ivan and Tomas was enough to frighten Connor, Christian and Jacob. Every one of them knew they were heading in to unknown territory over the next few days. Within four hours they arrived in Oslo and said a quick good bye before Tomas and Christian went to the airport hotel to wait for the early flight. Oslo would only have a few hours of real darkness. They checked in to their hotel then took a train in to the city to do some exploring, during the day they talked and walked clearly enjoying each other’s company. The flight banked low over the partly snow covered landscape before coming in to land at Svalbard. Even for summer it was cold being so far north and desolate, very few buildings and a handful of shops. Relief could be seen on Evan and Ivan's face that they had made it here without any encounters. At last they had arrived in the land of perpetual daylight meaning no fear of Gregor Kovalek for a few months. Connor stood there quite amazed at how everything seemed so organised, a safe house already set up in preparation for their arrival and a car to take them there. Evan walked over to Connor "Well we made it Connor, you okay?" he asked. Connor nodded "Who is paying for all of this?" he asked looking at Evan, "The church?". "No" Evan replied quickly, "The church doesn't have this sort of money" he added with a laugh. Connor looked at him more intently "Probably better you don't ask questions" Evan added. "Oh no. Wait one minute" Connor said holding his arms, "I am involved so...". "You think you have the right to know?" Evan asked cutting him off and walking to the car. He stood there watching Evan as the anger rose in his body, he was getting annoyed at not being told everything that was going on. But the annoyance built so quickly that anger took over him, shouting demanding to be told. Surfacing from deep in his soul he had a flash back of standing in front of Gregor and he went silent and stood still. Evan turned wondering why he had stopped "Evan, I know my birth name. Gregor told me" Connor said. Evan walked back over to him looking at him and waiting for him to say it "I am Maksim Berkhoff" Connor added. "You are the son of Maksim and Maria Berkhoff" Evan said looking relieved that he understood. "And all of this?" Connor asked waving his hand around in a general gesture. Evan nodded "Berkhoff family put money aside for they knew the time would come" he replied. Connor opened the door to the car "Berkhoff's were they rich then?" he asked. "Kovalek and Berkhoff families were two of the most powerful families in Romania" Evan said. Connor nodded "The money put aside two hundred years ago is quite substantial today" Evan added. Connor got in the car and Evan followed him whilst Ivan and Jacob took the front seats and pulled away from the small airport. Christian's feet ached having done so much walking and was glad to be back in the safety of the hotel. In fact even Tomas showed relief when they closed the locked the door to their room. "I thought you were supposed to be brave with all this" Christian remarked standing by the window. Tomas watching TV looked over at him "Reality is different when faced with it" he replied. Christian walked over kneeling on the bed in front of him "So you were born to do this?" he asked. Tomas chuckled "No, I was sent to church because of my sexual persuasion. To change me back". "Didn't work then?" Christian asked smiling for the first time that day. "Clearly not" Tomas replied, "It was there that I met Ivan who was in this religious set". Christian nodded "Vampire slayers, stake through the heart. Is that what this religious thing is?". Tomas sat up laughing "Not really, you can't kill a vampire that easy" he said. "So I gather" Christian replied touching Tomas's muscular arm, "Is that how you got so fit?". Tomas watched his hand "No" he said then looked up at Christian, "Do you like it?" he asked. Christian removed his hand "Sorry" he said softly, "Ever since... Well my body craves things". "What does it crave Christian?" Tomas asked touching his leg and moving it slowly upwards. He moaned softly rolling his head back "The power of a man inside me" he said in an erotic tone. Christian sighed like his body had found a new level of sexual interest, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up with the tingling he felt from Tomas's touch. Tomas reached up and took his crucifix off then his t-shirt exposing his ripped body coated in a fine dusting of dark hair befitting his Romanian dark looks. Christian looked at it, raising his hand and letting his fingers explore the magnificent physique of this man. Briefly he questioned if this was wrong, but Tomas was the one who seemed to be bringing forward the desire in his body. His powerful arms gently coaxed him forward, Christian removed his t-shirt and straddled across his lap until they were face to face. He couldn't help but moan and sigh at the sensual way his arms surrounded his body holding him firmly yet weirdly so loving. Moving his head closer and stealing a kiss from Tomas, he responded by kissing Christian's top lip, then his bottom lip before kissing him properly on the mouth. The both moaned softly feeling enjoying each other, any thought of his feelings towards Connor melted away. Maybe this was the man he was meant to be with. Tomas kissed his top lip again and spoke softly "I am going to fuck you Christian". Christian had a slight smile on his mouth "Are you?" he whispered rubbing their foreheads together. "Yes" Tomas replied kissing him again and using a little more tongue teasing Christian. Before Christian could say anything more Tomas began kissing using more and more tongue, he reacted openly kissing for longer and longer. All the time they were removing each other’s clothes until they were naked locked together. Tomas picked him up spinning around until he laid him on the bed, his head resting on the pillows, Christian without knowing it he was making little sounds of delight. The kissing began to take a more sensual and erotic intensity. His hands now caressed Tomas everywhere they could reach, his cock wanting to burst showering his excitement. He tried to gain some composure but his attempt was futile leaking pre-cum like a dripping tap. Their eyes both wide open looking at each other as they kissed, yearning and desire was evident in the depth of their gaze. His hand finally getting hold of the prize causing him to moan again partly in surprise feeling that Tomas was not small where it mattered as well. Tomas responded by letting go and kneeling up pulling Christian's head towards his cock. His tongue flickered over the head partly protruding out of the foreskin like it was teasing him to try it. His warm lips felt amazing as they kissed his cock, the pre-cum coating his lips and Christian licked them tasting Tomas's sex. His mouth quickly moved in for more sucking at the head of this thick masculine cock. Opening his mouth he tried to get deeper down only managing halfway before hitting his gag reflex. Moving his head away he looked at the exquisitely crafted eight inch cock briefly before Tomas leaned down and kissed him, forcing him on to his back again he slipped between his legs that rose and clasped around his waist. His cock already in position and he began applying pressure against Christian's hole, his desire and lust for Tomas showed no resistance as finally he felt the immense surge of his hole opening as he penetrated his body slowly. Christian moaned and kissed him with more passion than ever, as the slow tender thrusts delivered more and more of his cock. Tomas looked down smiling and shaking his head slowly in a moment of disbelief that this was happening. He leaned down and kissed Christian harder and gyrated his hips several time as inch by inch he slipped fully inside. The deep steady pumping rhythm causing his body to shudder with each delivery, each time his kissed Tomas harder moaning in to his mouth and wrapping his arms tightly around his muscular back. On and on it went as the sweat appeared on both their bodies. Tomas kneeled up bringing Christian with him, straddled of embedded on his cock. Christian grabbed around his neck moaning wildly now he was impaled so deeply it was bringing a whole new life experience for him. His hips continued moving fucking Christian in this position, their faces drenched in sweat. Their mouths open panting inches from each other allowing them to kiss in between. Tomas felt the urge rising in his body and he fell forward ramping up the speed and trying to get deeper inside. His legs danced around Tomas's waist unable to stay still in excitement noticing the change in the way Tomas was now fucking him. Tomas kissed Christian on the mouth then his body pushed forward hard feeling his semen pulsating up his shaft and entering Christian's body. He tightened his legs around Tomas as he simultaneously began shooting his cum in some erotic wriggling. A momentarily lapse to breath before Tomas came back kissing him furiously then collapsing on top penetrating as deep as he could, steam after stream of his cum released in to him. He held Christian tight as they continued to kiss, he was not finished with Christian yet. He continued fucking drenched in their pool of sweat, their mouths still devouring each other. A sexual desire replaced by love making as the two of them found their attraction growing. Christian moaned again in pleasure as Tomas began to pick up the momentum. Locked in their own sexual world holding and kissing each other until his body pushed forward and his cock locked in shooting another load in to him. His weight collapsing on top of Christian which made him moan even more erotically holding Tomas on top of him as he recovered from his second orgasm. There were no words they could speak, both felt exhilarated. Tomas rolled on his side still lodged deep inside Christian who wrapped his legs securely around his body. They kissed slowly and tenderly for several hours, managing a few more rounds of love making before getting a few hours’ sleep. Awake Christian lay in his arms without a care in the world, his fingers softly dancing through the light coating dark hair on Tomas's muscular chest. Smiling to himself at how he, the nerdy guy, had bagged this stud who was very talented in the sex department. Christian giggled feeling Tomas's slip a finger in his hole "You awake?" he asked softly. Tomas moved his head and kissed him "I am now" he said smiling, "We better get up". "Yeah" Christian replied rolling on to his stomach and leaning over kissing him. Tomas wrapped his arms around him pulling him on top telling him they had time for one more. Christian giggled and opened his eyes wide feeling his arse opening as Tomas slipped his cock inside. He pushed Christian up until he was sat upright on his cock, he looked up Christian and told him to do the work. Later that morning their flight crossed part of the island as it began the final approach. Ivan had driven down the hillside to the small airport to pick them up. "Does anybody actually live here?" Christian asked turning to Tomas as the plane slowed down. Tomas smiled "Yes, not many people though" he replied, "It has 24 hours of sun this time of year". Christian nodded looking out the window "At least we will be safe" he said as the doors opened. Quickly disembarking and through the airport they saw Ivan waiting for them by the exit doors. Christian sat in the back whilst Tomas and Ivan caught up as they drove up the hill to the large two storey house that stood alone along the dirt track. Connor was at the door having watched the car drive from the airport along the road and turning off on to the track. If there was one good thing about this place was the views, it allowed him to see everything going on below. The house was made of red timbers on the outside impregnated with garlic oil, inside it was pretty large with a large family room and several bedrooms upstairs. Too many the house looked quirky as all the bedrooms were at the front facing the sun during the days of perpetual daylight. Evan and Ivan shared a bedroom whilst everyone else had their own private bedroom with black out shutters on the inside of the windows. Tomas and Christian went to get settled in their rooms whilst Evan prepared lunch with Connor. Connor turned to Evan "Should we go find the Ulvan's?" he asked. "Not yet" Evan replied smiling, "Ivan will go in to the village and ask their whereabouts". Connor stopped "You mean you don't know where they live?" he asked sounding surprised. "No" Evan replied, "They live off grid" he added holding back to revealing too much. "I want to help" Connor replied looking anxious. "We have a few months of safety here Connor, until the end of August" Evan said. "I thought it was September" Christian said appearing in the family room hearing them. "August is when the sun will start to dip below the horizon, not quite darkness" Evan replied. Connor looked at him "Then what?" he asked, "Head south?". "There is nowhere south that has perpetual daylight where we could live" Evan explained. "What do I do about my parents?" Connor suddenly asked, "I mean when I can see them?". Evan stopping chopping tomatoes "It is too dangerous for you to go, we could bring them here". "They are never going to believe all this" Connor replied looking concerned. Evan smiled and carried on chopping "I think they would" he said. "I could go see them if you want, when I go and see mine" Christian offered. Connor nodded "I miss home, miss my village and James" he said looking unhappy. Evan looked at him "James your boyfriend then?" he asked curiously. Connor laughed "James is straight" he said getting lost in thought, "He is like a brother to me". "Dam sexy though" Christian said grinning away. Over lunch it became clear that Jacob was fairing a lot better and seemed to be back to himself and happy to be in their company. Having made a brief appearance at his family home before they left explaining that he had got involved in helping Connor with his research and hence why he was going abroad with him. It was needed to ensure that no suspicions was aroused in the village of Vladeni, although in the town of Brasov a search was now underway for Aria who had been missing several days. The Brasov police were also focusing their attention on the Vadimov mansion investigating the French tourists disappearance after the anonymous tip off landed at their doorstep. It didn't go unnoticed by Christian that Jacob was beginning to flirt with Tomas whilst trying to remain close to Connor. It was beginning to irritate Christian as Connor seemed to be quite taken in by Jacob, he did wonder if it was guilt on Connor's behalf and feeling responsible for his predicament. Or was Connor physically more attracted to Jacob and why hadn't Jacob shown this sort of interest in him? Christian needed to get out so after lunch he put on a coat and headed to the door before being stopped by Tomas who grabbed his coat and walked with him. He was about to protest but Tomas was having none of it. Evan and Ivan had set off down to the village to enquire about the Ulvan's leaving Jacob and Connor alone in the house. The first half an hour of their walk was in relative silence but Tomas was not fooled by Christian and knew something was eating away at him. Christian looked out over the view "Beautiful place" Tomas remarked putting his arm around him. "There is nothing here" Christian remarked finally speaking. Tomas kissed him on the head "Are you going to tell me what is bugging you?" he asked. Christian relinquished resting his head on his shoulder "Jacob, flirting with you and Connor". "Really?" Tomas asked oblivious to what went on over lunch, "Are you jealous then?". Christian shrugged "I don't know" he replied. Tomas smiled "You love Connor don't you?" he now asked putting him on the spot. "I don't know" Christian replied sounding confused, "I like you and the sex was amazing". "Christian, you can't have both of us so which one are you jealous about?" Tomas enquired. Christian lifted his head up looking at him "I didn't think we were talking about making choices". Tomas smiled and they continued walking "Evan took a fancy to you" he said taking his hand. "Yeah I know. But would Ivan mind?" Christian asked purely out of curiosity. Tomas shook his head "Sex is sex" he said, "They have been together a while and date openly". "Silly to make any commitments until this is over" Christian said putting his head straight. "There is a chance that this may never be over" Tomas informed him, "Kovalek has waited this long". Christian stopped and looked at him "Enough about him" he said as they naturally moved in to a kiss. They returned back to the house late afternoon just as Evan and Ivan got back from the small village confirming he had the address of the Ulvan's that was about thirty minutes away and they would need to take a snowmobile to get there. Evan decided that Connor and himself should go to meet them, he was about to explain the reason for his decision and left it at that. The following morning they picked up the snowmobile and drove high up in the hills to the north of the island until they had to switch over to the snowmobile. It was only a ten minute ride but long enough for the cold air to penetrate them both. Evan pointed to the house hidden amongst a clump of large snow covered rocks. Evan turned the engine off and they walked the last fifty meters to the house and knocked on the door. Ingrid opened the door and looked at them "Who are you?" she asked. Connor and Evan took their goggles and hat off "I am Evan and this is Connor" Evan replied. Ingrid was staring at Connor "Johan kom hit" she shouted then stared at Connor again. Johan appeared in the entrance hall and Connor looked at him as the colour drained from his face, he looked at Ingrid and could see a resemblance in her mouth formation that echoed his. He looked again at Johan who now stood there with a tear forming at the corner of his eye that trickled slowly down his cheek before checking his emotions and putting them aside for the moment. Johan stepped forward "Show me the mark?" he demanded straight away as Ingrid stepped back. Connor nodded and took his boot and sock off lifting his foot "Mirror" Johan said to Ingrid. Ingrid held a mirror up and Johan check for their reflections "Come in" Johan said. Stepping inside Ingrid closed the door and they both stared at Connor "Connor Barton?" Johan asked. He nodded "How do you know that?" Connor asked looking at them both and it finally clicked and he now felt sick. Connor looked at her "Maria Berkhoff?" he asked then looked at Johan, "Maksim Berkhoff?". "That is correct" Johan replied. Connor shook his head "No" he said, "No" he said again then ran out of the house unsure what to make of meeting his birth parents. Evan noticed that Connor was in shock "I am sorry for bringing him here like this" Evan said. Johan looked at Evan "Are you from Vladeni?" he asked. "Yes" Evan replied, "My mother is Grazie Borsch" he added with Johan and Ingrid nodding. "Then Gregor knows of his existence if you have been sent here" Johan said. Evan nodded "Yes. I think Connor needs some time to process this" he told them. "He didn't know about us?" Ingrid asked. "No" Evan replied, "Please understand this has all happened so quickly took us all by surprise". Johan paced around the room "But why was he not told?" he asked looking anxious. "We have all been face to face with him and he possessed Connor's body" Evan told them. Johan stopped and nodded "If he knows too much then Kovalek will know" he stated. "Yes" Evan replied, "It would appear they have some strong bond, Connor does not know that yet". Ingrid looked at Johan "Maksim, you know what you must do now" she said and he nodded. Evan watched as Johan stood and disappeared in to a different room and then could be heard talking on a phone. Ingrid returned from the kitchen with a tray of tea and four cups as Connor came back inside apologising that he needed to clear his head and think. Ingrid invited him to sit down yet he looked at her like he wasn't sure what to make of anything. Ingrid smiled unable to take her eyes off him "Sorry if I don't come running to you" Connor said. "I would never expect you to" Ingrid replied, "It is overwhelming though to finally see and talk to you". "What do you mean?" Connor asked thanking her for the tea and she stood retrieving a book. She passed the book to him "I came to your village every year to take a picture of you" Ingrid said. Connor browsed through the book then looked up "Why did you never say anything to me?" he asked. "To keep us all safe" Ingrid replied, "I had to remain distant even though it broke my heart". Connor pushed the book back "Three sons and each one we had to protect" Ingrid said sadly. "Are they all still alive? Do you have pictures of them as well?" Connor asked. "No pictures" Ingrid replied, "You were the one that mattered according to his family legend". Connor looked at her "You really are my birth parents?" he asked and she nodded. "When this is over, perhaps we could get to know each other?" Ingrid asked looking at him. "I guess" Connor replied unsure, "I love my adopted parents, to me they are my family" he added. "Of course they are and you should never forget that" Ingrid said assuring him. Johan returned and nodded to Ingrid discreetly "How long are you staying?" Johan asked. "A few months to stay out of harm’s way" Evan replied. "Sensible decision" Johan said, "And are you in the safe house?" he asked. "Yes" Connor responded, "But who owns it?" he asked. Johan and Ingrid looked at each other than Connor "It belongs to you" Johan replied. Ingrid stopped Johan from saying more "When the time is right we will explain everything" she said. Johan nodded "I think that the pretence is over now, you can call us Maksim and Maria" he said. "Yes" Maria agreed, "No more hiding at last" she added sounding relieved. "I don't understand. How does it belong to me?" Connor asked going back to what he wanted to know. "Not now Maksim, sorry Connor" Maksim said, "There is a lot to discuss in the days coming". Connor looked at all three of them "Okay. So what happens now?" he asked. "Go back to your safe house and we will be in touch" Maksim replied. With contact made Connor stood at the door ready to leave, his emotions had been turned upside down having come face to face with his real parents. It certainly added an unexpected twist but he know understood why Grazie had insisted on sending them here. Again Connor apologised to Maria and Maksim asking them to be patient with him as this was unexpected. He hugged and kissed them both then left with Evan walking back to the snowmobile. Evan put his goggles on "I know this is a shock Connor but bear with them" Evan said. "I wish you would have told me" Connor replied, "My birth parents" he said shaking his head. "It will be alright Connor" Evan said trying be assuring to him. Connor put his goggles on "Easy for you to say now I have two big things hanging over me". Evan smiled "My grandmother told me that here lies the answer to end this" he now said. Connor watched him climb on the snowmobile "When this is over will you just disappear?" he asked. Evan glanced at him "That is up to you. But I think we will be friends after this. No one else will believe you about the vampire" he replied. For some reason Connor actually felt okay and he took a last look at the house as Evan started the snowmobile up and they pulled away. All during the trip back to the safe house he could see clearly how much like his birth father he looked, it wasn't so much the Berkhoff genes but more Kovalek genes that seemed to be very strong being inherited down through the years. Maria turned to Maksim "Well?" she asked wondering what the outcome of his phone call was. Maksim nodded "They are contacting them but there is no guarantee" he replied. Maria watched the snowmobile heading out of view "I only hope they know" she said. Maksim kissed her on the cheek and she closed the door with optimism, hoping that finally the family would at last be together, a unit, a force that could defeat their dark shadow.

Sexual health comes in many different ways and this is just one that happened to occur to me recently. I was having mild rectal pain that I thought (or maybe started) as a fissure. I hadn’t been getting fucked so I put some hydrocortisone on it for a few days and left it at that. however, I woke up in the middle of the night around Jan 30th in tons of pain around my ass. I wasn’t bleeding, but it was swollen. I went to my regular doc for a nurses visit. It was at this point that I was told I had an abscess that must be drained immediately, otherwise I may get sepsis or the infection may spread. I went to the ER, at which point I had needles stuck in there to numb it and a scalpel to drain it. im on the mend now and besides a little temporary scar tissue I’m good. it sucks, but just be a lesson to never let things go. I was told that if I had let it go, it may have required extensive surgery and or a colonoscopy bag, if not worse. Seemingly minor issues can become bad very quick. Be aware.

Ruin't, routed out holes are the best. Especially when the gape makes that hollowed out negative suction noise.

I’m 64 my partner of 7 years is 26. He prefers 55+. We can find older tops frequently to breed him. Oldest I’ve seen breed him was 82. The boy loves his daddies and grand daddies.

I met a guy on sniffles and I sucked his dick for a while. He then wanted to cuddle It was hot and we cuddled. All of a sudden he slipped his dick in me . He fucked me while we were cuddling I could feel his whole body next to me while hi dick was in my hole. All of a sudden he moaned and shot a big load in me He stayed in till he hit soft I was a very hot fuck

Chapter 15 He heard a ruckus over at the wall and saw a guy that was forcefully plowing the guy that was next to the Kid. He was pounding him so hard that the wall what takfiring the thumping noise and really sounded loud. The cock was larger than normal, he recognized the guy and knew that bottom guy was going to get a nice POZ load in him to start the night off. He imagined that the guy was getting a true pounding to start the night, little did he know that there were a lot more participants coming to help destroy the holes presented to them. At a request he put some had holds in the wall so guys could get a better grab and be able to fuck harder. The guy had his hands on the hold and was using then to plow the ass of the guy harder and deeper. You could almost hear the guy on the other side yelping each time the guy pounded in. Since the guy was held tightly in place, he could pull all the way out and then ram it back into the guys pour ass. He knew the guy was really getting a very rough fucking for his first time tonight. He also knew one of the guys coming planned on giving him a booty bump and then fisting him. He wasn’t planned to get here until later tonight. Typically, after he is done with a guy his ass is almost to loose to enjoy. The guy stared pounding harder. Everyone knew he was about to deliver a load from his death stick deep into the guts of the bound guy. Another guy went over and stared rubbing the guy’s butt cheeks and then licked his thump and push it up the POZ guy’s ass. He must have hit the guy’s prostate because the guy bellowed and lunged deep in the ss of the guy he was in. You could actually hear the muffled screams of the guy on the other side of the wall as he was filled with his first of many loads tonight. He slowly with drew form the guy’s now dripping ass and the guy that had his thumb up the POZ guy’s ass put his cock in the bent over guys ass and stared to slowly fuck him. The POZ guy reached under and got some of the leaking cum from the messy ass and slid it into the guy to return the favor, or so he thought. What he guy didn’t know that was fucking the bent over guy was that they had recently given that guy a strong booty bump. This had the guy ready for most anything but the cum had a strong mix on the Meth and POZ cum and now it was being pushed in his ass also. The guy noticed a warming feeling but at the time didn’t think much of it as he was only here to fuck guy and head home. The had said ‘ Dump and Go ‘ would be great. He was married and figured he would dump a quick load and head home. The longer the POZ guy fingered the guy’s ass the more he wanted it. That warm feeling was becoming a burning desire. He had never been penetrated like this before and it was something wild and forbidden to him. His cock never felt so alive in the bent over guy’s ass but for some reason just couldn’t get over the edger and shoot him full. He was desperate to do that but the feeling’s in his own ass seemed to be over riding his cock’s needs. He was sweating a lot and he slowed and started to push back against the Fingers up his ass. It felt great. The POZ guy asked him if he was having problems getting off. The guy said he was but as he put it “ This feels sooo good “. The POZ guy stared rubbing his hands on the guy’s back and then reached under and gently grabbed his nut sack and stared massaging it and asked the guy “ Want some help “? The guy was wound up and answered “ I think so, please help me get off “. The POZ guy pulled his fingers out and got some more cum mix on them and slid then back in. He knew he had cum a lot but he must have an epic load shoot in the guy’s bent over ass because it was still dripping out. He pulled his finger out an lined up his hard POZ cock, he rubbed the head on the hole of the guy and asked him “ Have you ever had a cock up this sweet ass “? The guy said “ No, and this feels so damn good “. The POZ guy smiled to himself thinking he was about to pop a cherry on a NEG guy and them send him home with a little extra in his tank. He kind of hoped he was read for this but at the same time didn’t really care, you come here, you get what you get.

I would agree. Watching some piss porn, I never quite got it why the recipient would just let it dribble down their cheek/neck/body. I know some people love to be pissed on, I get it. But if you're right there at the tap, it would be and IS pretty damn hot to just drink it down. Shame to waste it. I've seen a few videos of the bottom drinking and swallowing and not wasting a drop: those videos end up in my favourites. 😉

So... Interesting! Dominic's biological brother is also his gifter! Double bond! Let's wait for next chapter and see if Will is his brother's gifter and continues the tradition

Still blocked by the administrators. But below you will find the third part of Brad's transformation. I have not been idle and have completed part 5 here. Tomorrow I will post part 4 and I hope by Saturday I will have proofread part to post it then. In writing parts 4 and 5, I had to stop at times to jerk off myself. I hope you feel the same way when reading the story. Enjoy. Part 3 Slut training lesson one Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure. Brad looked at Jack doubtfully, what should he say to this. His pussy was screaming for him to join in, his body was craving attention but his mind didn't want to go along with it yet. Jack saw that Brad was stuck with his thoughts and fingered the hole of his new slut. Brad began to ride Jack's finger. I want to hear slut, will you work for this pleasure and stopped Brad from fingering. Don't stop said Brad softly don't stop. You know what I want to hear Jack said. I .... I ..... yes what you said Jack. With hesitation there came out anyway I will work for it sir from Brad. It wasn't that hard slut. I knew you would work for it. You want your pussy filled and when I am done with you you will scream you want to be filled, you will say it without hesitation. Brad was embarrassed by what he had just said. This was not him, he was not gay. But still he could not resist the cry of his pussy to be filled. Well then said Jack then we will put you to work. He took a leg spreader from the wall and untied one of Brad's legs and in the meantime attached the spreader between his two legs. Brad who felt his legs were free was too late to react. The chems that were still coursing through his body had dazed him. His arms were untied from the bed and Brad thought for a moment of wanting to escape but he was pressed hard against the bed by Jack. What were you thinking slut, I'm loose I'm quickly trying to escape. Brad had no strength to resist and Jack placed his large and firm hand around Brad's neck and squeezed it so he couldn't breathe. I'll tell you 1 time kindly after that you won't get off cheap. You are my property from now on and you go and stand where I say understood. Brad couldn't answer and felt himself getting lightheaded and nodded. Jack loosened his grip and Brad got back into oxygen. Understood slut. Brad who was afraid to be grabbed again and said immediately and without hesitation yes sir I understand. Brad had to sit down on the bed and Jack took the harness he had laid ready. Put it on Jack said, Brad took the harness and put it on and Jack closed the straps. Brad had to put his arms on his back and Jack clicked them to the ring attached to the back. He was helped off the bed and had to stand up. The cane between his legs didn't make that easy and the chems made him stand and twist on his legs. Jack took some chains from the wall and while he was fastening them, Brad was thinking about whether he could escape or not. He looked at his options but he couldn't think clearly enough yet and his legs were weak and with that stick between his legs it wouldn't work. He had no choice but to stand because if he tried anything Jack would intervene immediately and who knows what he would do. Jack had attached the chains to the ceiling and loosened one arm from Brad's back and clipped it to the chain. He did the same with the other arm and Brad was now standing upright with his arms spread across the room. Time for some training said Jack You've had enough to enjoy he said and he stepped over to the wall and took some props. He placed a nipple clamp on each nipple and Brad squealed out. Don't cry slut this is just the beginning. He tied off the balls with a piece of string and hung a weight on them. Brad curled his toes and tried to swallow the pain. Jack came up behind Brad and took a whip in his hand and lightly struck Brad's ass. Brad shocked from the blow and the shock caused the weight to swing back and forth pulling on his balls. With the swinging of the weight it pulled more and more on his balls causing his scrotum to be pulled out. Brad had conflicting feelings running through his body. He experienced both pain and pleasure. Jack gave another stroke this one was already a little harder and again he gave a cry. With the next stroke I don't want to hear another scream slut. Do you understand? Because if you give any more cries I will hit harder and harder. Brad didn't want him to hit harder and on the next stroke he tried to hold back and only let out a light murmur. You learn fast Jack said, that's the way I like it. The next stroke he gave was against Brad's cock and this time he couldn't hold back and let out another moan. You know what this means slut and Jack gave another stroke but this time it was harder. The weight on his balls swung back and forth violently pulling firmly on his balls but Brad forgave the pain and did not let out a cry. Good girl. Brad received a few more strokes of the whip and couldn't hold on any longer he wanted it to stop. Please stop this I can't take any more. Jack came to stand in front of Brad and pulled on the nipple clamps. I decide when we stop. Brad squealed out and curled his toes. Stop screaming Jack called out and pulled even harder on the nipples. Brad once again forfeited the pain he began to sob and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack took the whip back in his hand and was now striking the nipples. Brad had no strength left and little by little he was sinking through his legs more. Jack grinned, we will have to train you slut you need to get stronger because with such a weak slut we are nothing. Jack put the whip away and went to the table with the bottles and took the pipe and some crystals. We will give you back some strength he said. Brad was near the end of his strength and wanted it to stop. You may blow some clouds. You can choose he said either you do it yourself or I put the mask on it is up to you. Brad didn't know what to say. He didn't want any chems, in fact he would have preferred to leave but he also knew he had no choice. Maybe if I do it myself I can make sure I fake it. I'll do it without the mask sir see Brad. Good choice, Jack said. He took the pipe and showed Brad how it worked. When I say inhale you do so until I say stop. You can't breathe out until I say so, you understand slut. If you don't do this then you will get from the whip. Jack had the whip in his hand. Brad knew he wouldn't be able to fake it because he didn't want to get hit again. Then rather walk around high anything is better than that pain. Jack took the pipe and lit it the crystals began to melt and the smoke formed. He placed the pipe against Brad's mouth and said inhale slut and hold it. Brad did his best because he didn't want to get another hit from the stick. He held in the smoke and as soon as he could he blew out a big white cloud. He felt a warm feeling come over him and Jack said breathe in again and he did what was asked of him. The more he breathed in the white smoke the warmer he got and the hornier he got back and he felt the energy coming back. Jack repeated it a few more times and as soon as he saw Brad's eyes begin to spin around in his head and his pupils were in his head like flying saucers he stopped. Brad was completely gone. The other chems hadn't fully worn off yet and if anything he was getting a new batch in. Yesterday he had never taken drugs and for the last few hours he had not been sober. Before he would realize it himself, he would be addicted and couldn't live without it. Brad had fallen into a trance. He heard the moans from on the flat screen and he felt Jack's firm hands caressing his body. Brad groaned and Jack stopped stroking. He unloaded the weight on Brad's balls and also removed the nipple clamps. Releasing the weight was a relief for Brad but releasing the clamps made him moan in pain. His arms were also loosened and secured back on his back. The cane was taken from between his legs and finally Brad could reposition his legs the way he wanted. On your knees said Jack. Brad got down on his knees without a problem and thought he could rest for a while. His head was spinning, his pussy was itching and he was as horny as could be. He looked at the screen and saw a boy who was also on his knees and he was sucking the cocks that were offered to him. Brad liked what he saw and opened his mouth and his tongue came out and moaned lightly. He couldn't think straight anymore because if he could think straight it wouldn't have found this horny. Do you like what you see slut. Do you want to suck a pole too. Do you want to indulge your master and embrace your real slut side. Brad couldn't make any sense out of it and he wanted to say no but Jack couldn't hear that it was more of a moan and mumble than a no. Ok then said Jack and he stepped to the wall and took a mouth spreader, he placed it in Brad's mouth and attached it to his head. Brad's mouth was completely spread open and drool started pouring out of his mouth. Brad didn't really realize what was happening because his head was spinning. Before we go any further you need to drink some more slut said Jack and he took the rest of the Getorade pulled on Brad's hair pulling his head back and telling him to drink it all without spilling a drop. Jack poured the Getorade laced with G into Brad's mouth and he obediently swallowed it all. Brad had to stand back up and sit in the shower. I have to piss first said Jack. Jack took his pole in his hand and started pissing all over Brad's face. Brad felt humiliated and didn't want this and tried to stand up. But with the piss falling past him onto the floor of the shower he slipped and fell headfirst into the wall. You shouldn't try to avoid this slut. From now on, you're a pisser and soon your mouth will be a mouth to piss in. You'll like it and you'll learn to swallow it all neatly. Brad shook his head and tears began to form. Brad who was wet with piss had to crawl out of the shower on all fours until it was in front of the bed. Jack set himself on the bed and took hold of Brad's head. His mouth was still spread wide open and drool was running from his mouth. Jack spat into Brad's mouth and he looked at his eyes which were now spinning around even more in his head. The G is starting to work again he thought. Time to teach him to suck. He took hold of his limp pole and placed his thick fat glans on Brad's tongue. It's time slut, it's time you thanked your master for all the pleasure he has already given you. Brad could do nothing and tears were running down his cheeks. This was the moment he would have to suck and cock for the first time. He did not want this, but he knew he would have no choice he could not possibly close his mouth and could not leave . The last drops of piss dripped onto his tongue and this was how he tasted piss for the first time. It made him gag. Are you going to gag already said Jack and my pole is not even in your mouth yet. Jack pushed his already half hard cock into Brad's open mouth. Even before Jack could say now you can gag, Brad got a disgust reflex because Jack's penis was way too big for Brad's mouth who had no experience with sucking. Don't you dare throw up slut, you could lick it all up. Instead of being disgusted you should lick my pole clean with your tongue, later you can learn to suck, first you should learn to use your tongue. Even though was he horny from the G and the Tina yet Brad began to weep and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack had had enough and pulled his hair and told him to lick and Brad couldn't help but lick Jack's pole with his tongue. Carefully he began to lick. But Jack was not content with this and took hold of Brad's head and pushed his pole completely inside, Jack's cock was completely up to Brad's throat and again he started gagging. Jack slapped the head and told him to stop gagging, he needed to indulge his master's pole. Brad got a new surge of horniness over him the G gave off a new load of horniness and his pussy began to call back to be filled. Tears welled up in his eyes, wet with piss, drool running from his mouth and a thick pole in his mouth. How could anyone possibly enjoy this he thought but still he was horny and wanted his ass filled he couldn't stop the feeling , no matter how much he wanted to. Jack withdrew his almost hard pole and Brad gasped and began to babble something unintelligible. The G and Tina were firmly working making him tell his thoughts. But because of the mouth spreader, Jack didn't immediately understand what he was saying. What he understood from it was pussy and stuffed. Jack was able to make ends meet and took hold of Brad's neck and looked deep into his flying saucers. Do you want your pussy filled slut, do you want to enjoy. Brad who no longer had control over what he said or did nodded. A smile appeared on Jack's mouth. Good, you'll have to earn it then. Jack stood up and picked up a medium plug and smeared it with Tina lube and with the suction cup he placed it against the wall. Brad had to stand up and walk over to the wall. He saw the plug hanging on the wall and he got a fright. Jack looked at Brad and said this is what you wanted right? You asked for it. Brad who was so high and had no idea what he was doing or saying just nodded. You can spoil your own ass later. You can show me how much you want that plug in your pussy. But first I will take off your mouthpiece. Jack took the spreader out of Brad's mouth also loosened his arms and placed him in front of the wall and made him bend over and lower himself until the top of the plug pressed against his pussy. Brad felt the tip pushing at his pussy and a warm feeling came over him. His mind told him to insert that plug fully that way he would be complete. He tried to sit on the plug to get it into his pussy that way but Jack stopped him. So hasty, do you have such a need for your pussy to be filled slut. Don't forget anything first. You should be grateful to your master for giving you this. How will you thank me for this. Brad couldn't say anything at this point would prefer to push that plug in so his pussy would be filled and he would have a perfect feeling. You can give me a blowjob first and if I like it you can sit down and give yourself some pleasure. Brad who couldn't think anymore was in doubt anyway. He wanted that plug in his pussy but he didn't want to suck that fat cock. The call of his cunt won over his doubt and he opened his mouth. Good for you said Jack and now take that fat pole in that slutty mouth of yours. Jack stood with his fat black cock right in front of Brad's open mouth and Jack said start licking it with your tongue and work it right in, slut. Brad stuck his tongue out and carefully licked at the thick head of Jack's cock and took the tip into his mouth. The realization that he had a cock in his mouth voluntarily brought tears to his eyes again. But still he continued he needed a filled pussy. His mouth slid further over Jack's firm pole and he pushed back as Brad slid the butt plug deeper into his hole. Feeling his pussy filled and pulled open made him hornier and he took Jack's pole even more into his mouth as deep as he could. After he had Jack's cock almost completely in his mouth he began to suck on it lightly. Jack pushed Brad further back and the plug was at its thickest point and slid all the way into Brad's pussy. Now he felt complete and the idea of having a cock in his mouth no longer bothered him. He began to suck and lick as best he could. Because he was going at it so violently, the suction cup detached from the plug. Jack was satisfied and groaning slightly sat down on the chair he had prepared. Brad sucked like a man possessed. Yes sletje suck but good on. Soon I will reward you with your first nice load of seed. Brad didn't hear this he was now in a complete trance he felt the plug pushing against his prostate and the pre-cum was running from his limp Tina cock. With his one hand Jack took hold of Brad's head and began to set the rhythm Brad followed Jack's rhythm along and with his other hand he pushed and pulled lightly on the end of the plug giving Brad an extra boost of horniness. He stopped sucking for a moment and sang out a loud moan. Yes, one more please. Brad was shocked by what he said to himself but by the blissful feeling of the plug in his ass he didn't care about the rest and sucked firmly on Jack's cock. Jack let him suck firmly further and regularly pulled the plug until the moment he was about to squirt. Then he took a firm hold of Brad's head and with a few violent thrusts he came to his climax and squirted solid gobs of seed into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the cock of pulsate and a stream of salty sweet seed come into his mouth, by what happened he got a surge of clarity. He didn't know what to do there had just been a man cumming in his mouth. He couldn't do anything because Jack had his head so tight and and cock filled his mouth so nothing could get out of his mouth. Jack, who was still enjoying the aftershocks, said to Brad, we will still be able to make something of you. Your sucking technique needs some work but for a first time this was not bad. I will now take my pole out of sluts mouth but do not dare to spit out my seed. This is my gift to you and you must keep it in you. You will have to swallow everything neatly. Brad knew that if he didn't do this he would get knocked or spanked and as soon as Jack pulled back his limp cock he tried to swallow the seed but it didn't go right away. His stomach turned and he wanted to spit it out. Jack pressed his hand to Brad's mouth and said swallow slut. You can do it and on the second try Brad swallowed the seed. Well that wasn't bad for the first day said Jack. Now you can regain strength he said. Lay down on the bed. The plug was removed from his cunt and Brad's arms were fastened again. Brad let everything happen. He was still high and overwhelmed by what had just happened. Jack took a sleeping pill from the drawer of the closet and stuck it in Brad's mouth. Brad swallowed it with some water he got. Sleep now but tomorrow we will continue working on your slut training. Brad got sleepy, his eyes fell closed and his mind where at full speed processing what had just happened. Before he fell asleep he realized that he was not going to get out of here and that this was just the beginning. What would he have to go through next.

Assmunch With Wanker squared away, I made my way down the hall toward the meeting spot where Sleeper waited. I glanced behind me to see the huge form of Zeus entering the door behind which Wanker waited. I sure hoped I was right about both Wanker’s problem and Zeus’ situation. My reputation as the asshole whisperer was hanging in the balance. The truth was I had never had a problem with dudes that were gay. I knew one guy in high school who was an amazing dude. Kevin Copeland. He sat next to me in English and History senior year, and he was pretty smart. Not the same kind of smart as Bootlicker, who was crafty and big-brained about facts. No, Kevin was quick but quiet, a thinker, puzzle solver who knew what made people tick. He was always watching people with eyes that rarely stopped moving, making me think of the hands of a clock driven by wheels and gears in his brain clicking along tirelessly with every second of every minute. His dry humor cracked me up too many times, which always got me into trouble in class. He’d mumble a few words out of the side of his mouth during the teacher’s lecture and a few seconds would go by while my mind connected the dots and I’d get hit with an involuntary laugh, after which Kevin’s lips would twitch in an almost unnoticeable grin. At first I thought he got a kick out of getting me in trouble, but later I figured out he just liked making me laugh and that I was someone who understood him. I’m pretty sure that’s why he eventually made a move on me. Kevin was kind of a loner and that always surprised me because he wasn’t a bad looking guy. I mean, I’m not in the habit of checking out dudes or anything, not back then anyway, but Kevin was well put together. He was shorter than me by a couple inches, dark almost black hair that he let grow long, just past his shoulders. It was naturally wavy and thick, looking both wild and tamed at the same time, resting on his shoulders. I kinda envied his hair. My dad would never let me grow my hair long like that. Frequently, almost as an unconscious habit, he’d pull it back from his face, raking his long fingers along his scalp to draw the length back across the top of his head to get it out of his face. When he did, it allowed me to see the square corner of his jaw below his ear, its straight edge solid and crisp all the way to his chin. Sometimes he’d have his hair pulled back in a warrior’s knot, the sides and top tied up in ball towards the top of the back of his head, the back hanging loose to his shoulders. It looked really cool, and one day I told him how good it looked, like a Viking or the Huns we learned about in World History. I got a direct look from his grey eyes and a full smile, both of which were rare things from him. After that he started coming to school with a warrior’s knot more often. I don’t know if he did that for me, or because it was easier for him to manage, or he wanted to look good for himself, I just knew it was fucking cool as hell. Kevin had the grunge look. You know, loose jeans, tee shirt, plaid flannel long sleeve tied around his waist, some kind of hiking boot on his large feet. I could never figure out how a guy that was 5’9” came out with size 11 feet. Hell, I was 5’11” (okay, 5’10” & 1/2… so sue me for lying about a half inch. ) and only wore 9&1/2’s. When he didn’t wear a jacket (always some black leather biker’s thing, or a ragged jeans fabric) you could see he had a dense, sturdy body. Heavy, thick shoulders and arms that were more solid than beefy and muscular. His chest was also thick but without defined pecs like mine. His waist followed the pattern, not fat but still narrower than his shoulders and chest and thick. He had a good butt, if you like that sort of thing and strong legs I later learned came from his love of skateboarding. He obviously didn’t work out and I couldn’t really say he needed to. Like his hair, his attitude , personality and his clothes, his body was a statement of casual strength, not too much effort or attention required as if it just climbed onto him every morning as a whole thing from a pile of comfortable parts. If I had to use one word to describe him, I guess the word was Comfortable. That’s the way he looked, talked, moved, and felt inside my head. Now, it might seem like I focused way too much on how Kevin looked, talked, moved and felt, but in all honesty it wasn’t anything I did consciously until after… well… IT… happened. I still remember everything about that day in vivid detail. School started like any other day, with me hanging out with my friends in front of the cafeteria, waiting to go into the building next door for our first class. We all got to school early so we could hang out and talk about classes, girls, the weekend, and our problems. Kevin wasn’t in our group, like I said he was a loner. Probably because we were all your typical high school jackasses and Kevin wasn’t that kind of guy. Because it was November I was between football and baseball seasons, so there was no practice. Twoadays never left me with time to screw around with my friends who weren’t on the team. Yeah, I was technically a jock, but I just played because I loved the games and competition. I wasn’t on some path to sports superstar. No college was going to recruit me. My stats were just average, I wasn’t physically exceptional (hint - if you’re under 6’ you’d better be exceptional in performance and stats to even get a glance by a college) and I didn’t have the drive. Besides, I’d always figured I’d join the Army like my dad when I got out of high school. Maybe that’s why I didn’t put my all into sports. I liked being part of the team, and the girls loved jocks, and high school was easier when you were a jock. Not all jocks had their eyes set on turning pro, some of us did it for all the other reasons and rewards, like Saturday night blowjobs and young perky tits in your face. When the 15 minute bell rang, we all started going towards the door to the building. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kevin running towards the building from the parking lot, so I waited. He wasn’t sprinting, but his loping strides ate up the distance without any effort showing on his face. I watched as his leather jacket blew open from the wind, his flat solid stomach and hips rotated with each thrust of his legs, the plaid shirt tied around his waist flapping behind him. Three necklaces bounced on his upper chest. It struck me that just like every other aspect of him, he ran comfortably, casually, but with a power and strength that looked easy. It was a weightless glide, not some angry or violent action. I remember that word appearing in my head when I watched him: weightless. Comfortable and weightless. I was surprised how soon he reached me, it had to have been just five seconds. “Thanks “ Calm. Softly spoken. As if he hadn’t just done a 40 yard dash in five seconds without even trying. “Dude. You ever think about running track? You’re fucking fast.” I watched his chest and stomach. Not even breathing a little hard. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes, his face pointed towards my hand on the open door. “Track.” He paused. Then, “track shorts”. Another pause. “Absolutely not.” As usual, my mind took its usual three count to put it all together, and I barked out a laugh. The image of this guy in those high cut, tight shorts, and a tank top was ridiculous. His riveting eyes darted to mine and he did that momentary slight grin. “Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.” I waved him through the door ahead of me. The image of him gliding weightlessly in his track outfit flashed into my head again. “But you’d still make them look good.” I mumbled unconsciously. “What?” He stopped, and I ran into him. “Dude!” I complained. He took a step and turned around. “What did you say?” He was looking me straight in the eye. He had some crazy long dark eyelashes. They made his grey eyes stand out so much. He looked surprised. I shook my head. “Huh? I said good point, they’re ridiculous.” He was still staring at me. This was the longest he’d ever looked me in the eye. It made me a little uncomfortable, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. I remember specifically getting caught in his eyes, thinking how they looked like soft grey flannel. He had soft eyes. “After that. You said something after that.” He uttered with a breathy whisper. Calm. Steady. Weightless. I thought back, a puzzled look on my face. “No I didn’t.” Seriously, I couldn’t remember saying anything after that. “At least I don’t think I did. What did you hear?” He seemed to be searching my face for something, those thought-filled eyes moving back and forth, the clockwork inside his skull turning. I felt like he was taking me apart, piece by piece, looking under the rusty hood. It should have felt intense, like an attack, that stare of his went so deep into me. I have no recollection of where we stood, who was around us, or how much time passed. I let his brain disassemble me, break me into pieces, I allowed it, thinking of nothing except that he could do what he was doing for as long as he needed to do it. I didn’t feel threatened, or tense, or nervous. I was both there and not there. I didn’t exist except where I was reflected in his eyes. I had no body, just floated there before him as his perfect creation. I felt comfortable. Comfortable and weightless. So when he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to mine, I let him. No, that’s the wrong term. I didn’t ‘let’ him. In order to let him I would have had to consciously choose. It just was. In that moment there was only him, his eyes, and his lips that were incredibly soft. What I do remember is that it lasted forever, his gentle steady kiss, before my mouth betrayed me and kissed him back. There was no thought to it, just a kiss my mouth needed to perform on his soft, beautiful gentle lips after they asked me so nicely, like a please and thank you. My head had no thoughts of boys kissing boys. This wasn’t some lurid, licentious or lustful act of depravity. I was just there, engaging in an act of easy natural need like breathing, exploring his mouth with mine without hurry, without thought, just because every movement brought with it a new and more interesting area. At some point in my journey, my adventure upon the softness of his lips, I released my tongue to taste him. His lips tasted like mint. My tongue took its time to find every corner with a slow and deliberate movement. It didn’t flex or harden, remaining soft and languid as it voyaged fully over each inviting pink pillow. Without my asking them to, my hands had risen up to cup his solid masculine jaw, my fingers caressing his neck while my thumbs stroked his cheeks. When my tongue wandered between those comfortable lips, they relaxed exactly as I needed them to, as if our organs were speaking to each other on their own. They needed to talk, to visit, to tell each other stories like friends who had missed each other for too long. His teeth greeted me first, so my tongue searched out every one, tracing their outlines top to bottom and side to side. Incisors. Canines. First molars. Licking , savoring each individual tooth, taking my time to be sure I explored their entire surface, even scraping the sharp points. I went along his gums, finding the crease of his jaw where it met the flesh of his face, and the rigid divider just beneath his nose. I played in the gap where his gums met the smooth white enamel of his teeth, fascinated by the difference in texture, finding it a sexy thing, that juxtaposition of hard and tender, soft and rigid. In my head, this wasn’t a kiss. This was like listening to my favorite song, getting taken away by the music, hearing but not listening because I was transported INSIDE the music, sailing on the notes, carried by the rhythm. No time existed, only the journey and the fascinating new places it would take me on its own without my conscious guidance. In the year since I graduated, I learned that this was a habit of mine, and always had been. My mind would take me and the world would disappear when I found this mental state. No judgment existed, no choice, no worry, just being in the moment as it expanded in my mind. It was safe, it soothed me, excited me, and everything was nothing. My body wasn’t there, not connected to me while my mind went where it needed to. A tiny piece of me fed instructions to my body to give my mind what it needed, and that was all, but I couldn’t tell you what those instructions were. Years later I would understand that this was meditation, letting go of everything to free the mind. Back then I only knew it as losing myself: the place where there was no ‘me’. When my tongue finished, it pulled back slowly, revisiting its favorite places, old friends, a quick goodbye but stopping for a longer moment on its favorite friend, those beautiful gentle lips. And then, his tongue came to visit me. Hesitant. Cautious. It moved so slowly, so tender, asking politely once again. In answer, my hands pulled him into me, my own lips opened even as my tongue darted forth to tease him. I had never had a kiss like this with any of the girls I’d been with. There was no casual, effortless connection with them. With them, there was a purpose, mostly mechanical, a choreographed dance with deliberate steps and movements intended to lead to a sexual act. A sexual act I desperately wanted and loved, in case you thought otherwise. There was always a navigational issue with girls, I could never just lose my self, because every guy had to be hyper aware of every signal, make sure she was in full consent, to make sure she enjoyed it all way more than I was allowed to. All the while she couldn’t enjoy herself TOO much, not wanting to come across as a total slut. Always careful, slightly awkward, each of us holding back. My too big mouth trying not to swallow their too small mouth, my heavy, long thick tongue trying not to choke or overwhelm them. Having to walk the line between strong and aggressive, a too thin line sometimes when your heartbeat sinks to your dick. There was no kiss that only existed as a doorway to a sublime disappearance, a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, but an existence. No kiss like Kevin’s comfortable , weightless kiss. And when he felt my permission, my acceptance, he performed his magic again, only this time my mind receded, becoming a spectator once more just like that eternity of his lips first touching mine. His tongue invaded me, eager and on a hunt. It came for something, hungry to conquer. My mouth relished the strength of his attack, the abandon and thoughtless aggression. It would have its satisfaction, it would fill its starved emptiness with everything it could devour. Sacrificing myself to him seemed only right, this desperate animalistic taking , I could deny it nothing. If there was any way I could give it more, I would. On an instinctual level I celebrated the release of the hound, knowing that allowing it to feed meant freedom. His tongue reached my very soul, no different from how his soft flannel eyes ensnared my mind. I fed it to him, I no longer wanted my soul, not inside me. I wanted him to consume it, to keep it prisoner as deep inside his self as he could crush it. I had no reason left. He could take what he wanted, anything he needed. I would just live inside him, such an easy choice. His tongue pushed against my tongue like a bully, throwing it wherever he chose, trying to flip it over on its back. He drove the hardened tip deep into the soft tender flesh on the floor of my mouth, then spread the tip wide to fling my tongue upward like a killer whale flinging its seal victim in the splashing surf of our shared saliva. It was pure playful violence, toying with me. His tongue yanked back, but only so his teeth could nip my lips, before thrusting again into my beaten mouth. A wave of his saliva followed, only for me to swallow every drop after which my lips closed over his tongue so I could suck it dry. I felt like a virgin, like I had never kissed anyone before in my life. Whatever I had done before, it couldn’t be called a kiss. THIS… this was what qualified as a kiss. When had I slumped against this wall, lowering myself so I was below his head? It made his violation easier. He cradled my head with one hand while his other hand danced across my face. I felt his finger enter my lips next to his tongue. He drew back his head slowly, looking at me with his flannel eyes, his finger still in my mouth. I slumped there, staring. My mind was coming back too slow. “How…..?” He gasped. Now he was breathing heavy. He put a second finger in my mouth, and I unconsciously sucked them, captivated by his stare. “Let’s go.” He said, curling his fingers around my bottom teeth and pulling me off the wall by my jaw. I didn’t even care. What the fuck? The world was still gone. Oh I recognized the school, where we were. But I had no idea what time it was, didn’t care. School? Class? Not even on the radar. I followed him to his car, and he was kind enough not to drag me the whole way by my teeth. “Fuck. Sorry Tom.” He said, releasing me. “It’s…. I …. What?” That was the level of my intelligence at that moment. Just saying words. “Get in.” He ordered. Commands. I could do that, follow commands without my mind, super easy. The Army was going to get a perfect soldier. So I got into his car and shut the door, staring out the windshield trying to make sense of whatever this was. “Tom? You okay?” I heard from my left. I turned my head slowly, like some creepy horror movie mannequin. I swallowed before answering. “Yeah. Okay. I’m okay.” “I’m sorry I did that. I don’t know why I did it.” He said, going back to not looking me in the eye. “Did what? What did you do Kev?” I was still trying to grasp reality. Nothing made sense. “The kiss? Kissed you in front of English class?” Which only sent my mind right back there, his lips, my tongue, my surrender. “That’s good.” I muttered distractedly. He looked at me again. “Tom? What? TOM!” His raised voice got my attention, finally. I focused on his flannel eyes, his hair. “Your hair’s messed up.” I told him. Don’t ask me why that was the first thing I chose to consciously say to him. But in my defense, Kevin’s hair was never messed up. He always looked like fucking Tarzan. He smirked. ‘Yeah, you kinda put your hands all over it, through it, pulled it, smelled it. I thought you were going to eat some, but you didn’t.” None of which I remember. Not even to this day. “Really? When?” Now he smiled, a full smile. I remember those teeth, knew each of them intimately. My tongue came out and licked my lips. I have no idea why I wasn’t freaking out. “During what will always be the best kiss of my life.” I blinked. “Oh. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh” my mouth lingered on the word. Finally, I grasped the entirety of what we’d done. “Oh shit.” Okay, I guess the freaking out part was just holding back a little. “Did we just do that? Like right there in the hallway?” Kevin nodded, his smile reduced to nothing. His eyes looked scared, but hopeful. I leaned back and rested my head against the headrest, closing my eyes. I sighed, thinking… at long last thinking. Maybe not such a perfect soldier, with all the thinking. Kevin waited with the quiet patience he always had. Comfortable silence. Weightless expectation. That was why. Why I said what I did. Because he was comfortably weightless there inside me. I mean beside me. Yeah, that’s what I meant. I looked at him again and smiled. “It was a fucking awesome kiss!” I laughed. He laughed too, the first time I’d ever heard him laugh. It sounded deep and throaty. “You kissed me gone, dude. I seriously left my body. I don’t remember everything that happened, I just remember living inside your mouth. I remember ever single crevice and corner of your mouth, every tooth, every bump. And your lips. Your lips. Those lips.” Before I knew what I was doing, I reached out to touch his lips. “You have no idea what you did to me, where you took me.” I didn’t feel like lying to him, I wanted him to know the truth. I needed him to know how special that was for me. He smiled, and kissed my fingers, still there touching him. “I know what you did to me, and where you took me. That I do know.” He got a little bashful then. “Um… sorry about attacking you there at the end. I don’t know why that happened. You drove me so crazy with what you were doing to me. I couldn’t take it when you let me put my tongue in your mouth. I lost it.” I moved my fingers under his chin to raise his face to look at me. “Kev? Look at me.” He did that thing again, his face pointed off to the side, his eyes looking then not looking, then looking again. “I’m not sorry. I wanted the beast off the leash, that was actually going through my head. I saw that beast inside you and wanted it to feed on me. You were perfect, amazing, so strong and in control. I didn’t know a kiss could be all that. So, thank you. Thank you for kissing me. Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me. I never thought that was possible, but you showed me it is.” I watched as tears started to fall from his eyes. “Thank you too. Tom? I really like you.” I wiped his tears. “Yeah. I like you too Kev. In fact, I know I love you. But I’m straight Kev. We’re going to be close friends, because I love who you are, the guy inside. I like your jokes. I like your always thinking brain.” He chuckled, then took a deep breath, then looked out the windshield. “I figured.” He wiped his eyes on his shoulders. “Are you sure you want to be my friend. I’m gay, Tom. And after that display in the hallway, people are going to talk. I guess I just came out at school.” I grabbed his hand. “Only if you want to. Fuck those people, the ones who want to be mean. You don’t need them. And I’ll shut them up for you if you want.” “But what about you? They’re going to think you’re gay too. Fuck! I screwed this up so magnificently, and now you’re going to suffer.” He threw his head back, raking his hand through his hair and holding his head. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” “Hey, hey, settle down. Get the beast back on the leash, buddy. It’ll be fine.” I really wasn’t worried. “I don’t care if they think I’m gay. You’re gay and you’re amazing. If they think I’m like you, I couldn’t be happier. “ “Really? What if girls don’t want to go out with you?” He asked. I laughed. “Dude, you don’t know girls. They’ll see it as a challenge, can they turn me straight, make me forget about dick? If I play this right I might actually lose my virginity. Some girl’s gonna want to use that pussy power.” His eyes got wide. “You’re a virgin? You?” His surprise amused me. “Yup, turns out that being a good guy makes it extra difficult to get more than a blowjob. I can’t figure out why.” I heard him snort. “What?” I retorted. “You don’t think I’m a good guy? Or was that because I’m not as smart as you?” I’m not sure I appreciated this level of honesty. He shook his head. “No. No, not that.” He grinned. “Let’s see, someone just told me something like ‘you don’t know girls’ or some lame bullshit like that.” He raised his eyebrows. I hated myself for those three seconds before my brain clicked. “Oh you fucking ASSHOLE!” I grinned and punched him hard in the arm. He started cracking up. “You deserved that.” He laughed. “And OW! Jesus. I’m gonna have a bruise.” “Good.” I said. “Look, you’re right, being a good guy probably does work against you. You probably stop when they say no, right?” He tilted his head. “Yeah, I do. I’m not going to rape anyone. If they say no, it means no.” I didn’t see where he was going with this. He paused, I watched his grey eyes move left and right between his eyelids, his lips pressed together, obviously lost in thought. “Okay.” That’s all he said. “Okay what?” I asked. “You don’t have any answers? What’s the good in having a gay best friend if he can’t give me answers about girls?” He looked at me with a suave smirk. “You can comfort yourself with a no strings blowjob from your gay best friend any time you want.” I choked , then laughed. “You shouldn’t have said that.” He suddenly looked scared. “It’s a joke. A joke. Don’t be mad.” I looked back at him, with a straight face, saying “oh, a joke. That’s too bad.” Then I gave him a wink and a grin. He took a deep breath, then grinned. “Now who’s the asshole?” “Guilty.” I said. “But look, don’t censor yourself with me, Kev. You don’t need to do that. I know you dig me. Be yourself.” “Bet you’d still make them look good.” Kevin said. “Huh?” “That’s what you said. Before the kiss. ‘Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.’ Then you paused, and mumbled Bet you’d still make them look good.” I looked at him with my mouth open. “I… I don’t remember saying that. Did I say that?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His face was serious. Concerned. “That’s why I kissed you. I thought you liked me like I like you.” I put my hand over my mouth. I led him on? I felt bad. I shouldn’t have done that. “Kev, I’m sorry. It was subconscious, or something. I mean, I’m not going to lie, you have a nice body, and you’re handsome as hell with your soft grey eyes and your Viking Tarzan hair. And yeah, if I’m being honest you’d probably look hot in those track shorts because of your skateboarding ass and legs. But I didn’t mean to lead you on, or make you think we could be a couple.” I took a breath. “So you wouldn’t have kissed me if I hadn’t said that?” He shook his head “I would have been too scared to make a move. Just like every day since junior year.” “Okay, we’re going to revisit your crush on me for over a year, and you not even saying hi. We’re going to have to work on your balls if we’re going to get you a boyfriend. “ “Yes, let’s work on my balls. You can start now.” He said dryly. One. Two. Brain caught up. “Hah!” I laughed. “You’re too quick for me, dude!” I slapped his thigh. “Alright, well while I’m sorry I led you on and gave you the wrong idea, I’m still glad I said it because that kiss was FUCKING EPIC and I got a gay best friend out of it.” I explained. “Yeah. It was the best kiss ever.” He replied , lost in thought. “ I didn’t know a kiss could be like that either. So it doesn’t bother you that I’m crushing on you bad?” I shrugged. “I kinda like it. Besides, isn’t that how gay/straight friends work? I figured the gay one always had a crush on the straight one.” “What? No! Oh for fuck’s sake. Good thing you have me. You may be straight, but your head’s not. I’m gonna to straighten that out.” So Kevin straightened out my head, with girls and gay people. I guess I knew what I was doing when I called him my gay best friend, because the guy who I thought was my best friend turned into a major prick because of the rumors I was gay, which I did nothing to dispel. Fuck him. I did in fact get WAY more action, and lost my virginity to Carol Fredericks, a sweet little blonde volleyball player. We ended up dating for the rest of the year. I came clean with her that I really was straight, to which she screamed ‘I KNEW IT!’ And she punched me like a volleyball spike while I laughed until I swore to do anything she told me to for a week. Let me tell you, that sweet little girl was a freaknasty with her leash off. I loved that. Almost…ALMOST took me to the place of Kevin’s kiss. I had a moment beyond , but nothing as deep or long lasting as Kevin’s kiss. She was the one that taught me that eating a dude’s ass drives him fucking crazy. I need to introduce Sleeper to Carol. She tore my hole up with her mouth, even had me shooting once, just from her tongue in my hole. In my defense I hadn’t touched myself or seen Carol in two weeks when that happened. I begged her to fucking rape my hole, it drove me that crazy. She kissed me right after i shot, and tasting my own ass on her tongue almost made me cum again. And I had to stop myself from letting another load go when she picked up my pooled jizz and grinned at me while she forced my own cum into my asshole with two of her dainty fingers. I still fucked her twice more, once in each hole. I liked fucking her ass, and she loved it too because we didn’t have to use a condom and I could fill her up with my nut. Freaknasty. What a perfect, lovely, pretty, dirty little slut. I guess my laid back attitude and casual acceptance of pretty much anything allowed her to let her beast out. And you know how much that gets me gone to that mindless place. If I hadn’t joined the Army, and Carol hadn’t gone away to UCLA, we’d still be together. If she’s still single when I get back stateside, I’m going to look her up. For Kevin’s birthday that March, I asked him what he wanted. With that sardonic dry tone he said without blinking. “Give you a blowjob, of course.” It was our typical banter. It was the same thing he said at Christmas. On Valentines Day. When I asked him what he wanted to do on the weekend. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ I’d say. But this time I said “okay”, closed my locker, and walked towards the parking lot. I was halfway down the hall before he ran to catch up. I finally got him. This time HE had to wait for his brain to connect the dots. I felt kinda proud. “What?” He asked. I looked at him with a grin. “I said okay. For your birthday, you get to blow me.” He stared and blinked slowly. “This is a joke, right?” I put my arm around his shoulders, and he automatically wrapped his around my waist. Like we always did. “No joke buddy. But, there’s conditions.” He was trembling under my arm. “What conditions?” “Carol’s going to be there. She’s into it. Oh, and she calls the shots. Meaning if she wants to participate, she does. You good with that?” Kevin looked uncomfortable and a little freaked out. “She’s not going to order me around, is she? She won’t do anything to me, will she?” He stopped. “I don’t have to do anything to her, right?” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just me, buddy. She accepts you’re gay, she’s not trying to change you. I told her you’re GAYgay, that we’ve always joked about you giving me a blowjob. She asked if we’ve ever done that, I told her no. She asked why not, and I couldn’t really give her an answer except I didn’t want to lead you on, that you deserve better.” We reached the exit, saying goodbye to a few people we knew who never cared that Kevin and I hugged, walked with our arms around each other, got handsy when sitting next to each other. One cool side effect of all this was how many other people got comfortable with male affection. I noticed the guys on my teams hugging a lot more and being more at ease with touching. Of course, it was usually followed by ‘no homo’, but progress was progress. I stopped getting shit after they learned it wasn’t going to get a rise out of me, and didn’t ruin my day. I seriously didn’t care. I was going into the Army, the rest of these chumps could kiss my ass. A couple more guys came out as gay, but Kevin said they didn’t interest him. I hoped Carol’s plan worked. I was really worried my best friend would never move on and let his crush on me go. The air was still cool, in March, but Spring was almost here. We walked across the small lawn towards the parking lot where our cars were. Kevin and I used to take turns driving each other (wait… I mean riding with each other… fuck… taking each other to school… for fuck’s sake is there any way to make it not sound like we’re fucking each other? That’s Kevin’s influence, that dirty mind filled with double meanings). So anyway, since I started dating Carol, we drove separately most of the time. Carol and Kevin liked each other, it’s just sometimes Carol and I had personal business to conduct after school before our parents got home from work. “My parents are in Dallas for the weekend, and Timmy is staying at his friend’s until they come home. I’m apparently not mature enough to keep my little brother from dying in my care, but it’s fine with them if I do something stupid and end up killing myself. So, we have the house to ourselves. Wanna stay the weekend?” I asked him. His actual birthday wasn’t until next Wednesday, so there shouldn’t be any reason he couldn’t stay over. “Sure. Is Carol coming over?” I shook my head “Nope. Not until tomorrow night, for your birthday celebration. She said I have to save it for you. I think you’re going to have to blow me twice because I’m going to cum too fast the first time for you to have your fun. Carol and I haven’t gotten together since last week. It’s driving me crazy. I’m so fucking horny. Practice and games, I get no time. Thank God this is a bye week.” He gave me that clock ticking look. “This is something you WANT to do, right?” I smiled. “Yeah bud. I want to do this for you. I think you need this. Besides, I tell you how hot you are every week. What makes you think I’m not going to enjoy it just as much as you?” We hugged before we split to go towards our cars. “Well I won’t complain. What time do you want me to come by tonight?” That was Kevin. His biggest sexual fantasy was coming true and he still maintained that comfortable, weightless attitude. Who knows what going through his head, turning through those gears. I shrugged. “Anytime you want. Just grab your clothes and stuff and come right over. I’m going to go to the store on my way home and get some garbage food. I’ll see you there. Let yourself in if you get there before me.” I climbed into my 12 year old ‘79 Trans Am, a car I thought was a ‘classic’ at the time. Ha ha. Go ahead and laugh, then go fuck yourself. What the hell did I know? I was 18. **************** It was Saturday night, THE night. Carol was on her way, and Kevin and I had spent the day trying to not think about tonight. With each passing hour, he seemed to get more nervous, and that sideways look was back. I tried to reassure him, tried to be more affectionate, but it didn’t seem to be working. We were currently snuggling on the couch watching Terminator 2, it had just come out on video and I had snagged the last VHS at Blockbuster. Kevin was little spoon, and I had my arms wrapped around him, my leg over the top of his, while my chin rested on the top of his head. He was so warm, his meaty body felt perfectly contoured to mine. My right hand lazily rubbed his left pec while we watched Arnold blow shotgun holes in the liquid metal terminator. The special effects were insane. I liked how solid his body felt. Comfortable. His hair, skin, breath, all smelled soothing. He’d always chuckle when I’d sniff him like a dog, but it always seemed to calm me and make me smile. Although we always spooned and slept in each other’s arms when we’d stay over at the other’s house, somehow this moment felt extra special. I took a deep breath. “Kev?” He waited a few seconds before answering. I could feel him tense, then relax. I was patient, knowing he’d speak when his clock gears finished whatever they needed to do. “Yeah Tom?” His deep voice came out weak, filled with uncertainty, and a little fear. “I… I love you, buddy. I don’t think you realize how much.” I took another deep breath. Softening my voice, I continued, “Sometimes I wish I was gay, so I could be the man you deserve.” I felt him tense up, so I grabbed him tighter, not letting him run from this. And then I felt him shaking. I looked at his face below me and he was crying. Crying softly, making no noise. “Oh Kev. Don’t cry. Don’t cry buddy.” I kissed his head, his neck, his jaw that I thought was so masculine. “Please don’t, you’ll make me cry. “ I kept mumbling while I squeezed him tightly to me and tried to kiss away his tears. “You can’t cry on your birthday, it’s against the law.” I tried humor. He brought his hand up to rub my forearm. “Tom?” He paused. I knew I didn’t have to answer, he would continue when he had the right words. I kept up my affectionate attention while he prepared himself. He really did smell like the best thing in the world. Like rain on a summer day. A freshly planted field. The breeze coming off the ocean. Beneath it all, him, his unique scent, a light musk that could have been a spice if you could bottle it. He hadn’t worn cologne since the day I’d told him how good he smelled without it. “Tom, I don’t want you to be gay. I mean, I used to want that, at first. But that wouldn’t be you.” He was talking through his tears, still running down his face, wetting the throw pillow under our heads. “Part of why I love you with all my heart is because even though you ARE straight, you never hold back on how much you love me, and show me that. Do you remember the day of The Kiss?” “Every single detail, Kev. I’ll never forget it.” “You said something in the car that day that I think about every day. When I feel sad, it makes me feel better. When I’m scared, it calms me down. When you said those words, it made everything all right.” I’d said so many things that day, and my exact words were jumbled in my memory between my heaving emotions , and my scrambled brain. But Kevin always remembered everything exactly. “Which part, Kev?” “You said ‘Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me’. So now it’s my turn. Thank you for giving me all of you, Tom. You’re perfect just as you are. So perfect, just like this.” And now I was crying too. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, letting the emotion take us where it needed to, our eyes closed. We didn’t hear Carol come in, until she stood in front of the couch. “You started without me?” She said with a grin. We both looked up at her. “No.” We said together. She saw our tear stained faces. Her grin slipped. She knelt down in front of us, her eyes going from Kevin’s face, to mine, and back again. “Hey, are you two okay?” She reached out to wipe my tears, then wiped Kevin’s cheek too. “Yeah babe.” I said, smiling. I’m sure we looked pathetic, but I didn’t care. “I’ve got my two favorite people right here and I couldn’t be happier.” I leaned over Kevin and gave her a kiss. We were just inches from Kevin’s face. I could feel his soft eyes on us. “Wow.” He whispered. I smiled with my mouth still on Carol’s, and I saw a glint in her eye. Carol pulled back an inch, opened her mouth and let her tongue extend. She grabbed my lower jaw, squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. She darted in, shoving her tongue into my open mouth and took a long hard forceful lick up across my palate and teeth. Then she pulled my mouth open as far as she could and put her delicate chin all the way inside my lips, pushing her tongue inside along with it. I clamped down, almost chewing on her jaw. She moaned. She was the first girl I didn’t worry about how big my male mouth was. If I could swallow her head, she’d let me, and would want me to. “Holy fuck.” Kevin breathed below us. This was so hot. We’d never had an audience before. And knowing that Kevin was getting turned on by it had my dick throbbing as I unconsciously humped it over his meaty ass. I was grabbing his pec and playing with it. I was so turned on. Carol pulled back again, and stuck her magical tongue out once again. Yeah, her tongue wasn’t as big and fat as mine, but it was long, almost three inches. My asshole loved every wet inch. “Suck it.” She ordered, yanking my jaw towards it. God, I loved it when she treated me like her bitch. She couldn’t be too rough, too degrading, too demanding. It excited me that her tall thin body could control my big muscular one. I learned early on that my beloved Freaknasty could take it as well as she could dish it out too, but I could never decide which way I loved it more. She was so polite, sweet, and pure in public. Behind closed doors she became the best kind of depraved whore, and she knew ALL of my buttons. We were perfect together. She pushed me away after I tried to suck her delicious tongue as hard as I could and rip it out of her mouth so I could eat it. Fuck, the things she did to me. “That’s not the only thing going in your mouth tonight, baby” the sweet tone of her voice opposed that sparkle in her eye I knew so well. I was breathing hard, clutching Kevin’s chest. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped I wasn’t hurting him. I took a quick moment to glance down at him. He had the most sublime expression on his face. The excitement in those soft eyes changed them. Were the darker? They appeared to be two stormy skies. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Those lips. Carol grabbed me by the hair to get my eyes back on her. I caught the briefest glimpse of Kevin’s patented minuscule smirk before my eyes found hers. She stroke my cheek with her soft dainty hand. Man, her fingers were so long, her palm looked tiny next to them. “Oh baby, do you want to kiss Kevin? Like you kiss me?” She cooed. “Yes” I said hoarsely. I didn’t see it coming, the slap. I knew better than to take my eyes off her. I kept my head still , taking the full power of her slap. It was a stinger, she was a great volleyball spiker after all. My ear was ringing, my face on fire. Her voice was still filled with sugar, so sweet. “Too bad, baby. Tonight’s not about what you want. It’s all about him. Tonight he gets what he wants. Tonight he gets to… how do you put it? Let his beast off the leash? You want that, right?” She stroked my face again, so tender, it felt so good. “More than anything, baby girl.” “Do you love him, baby? Do you love him like me?” Still sweet, a gentle smile on her face. “Not like you. You, I want to possess, I want to grovel at your feet, I want to control you and let you control me. I want to be in front of you so I can see you and protect you, behind you so I can hold you, beside you so I can share everything with you. I want you to hold my heart, crush it if you wish, consume it, put it in a necklace to wear, while I do the same with yours.” We hadn’t talked about this, Carol and I. None of it, which was part of the thrill. I was going wherever she led me, trusting her completely to bring out what we all needed, the three of us. And she did it to perfection. She had a gift. “Oh baby, you are so wonderful, so gorgeous in your heart and soul.” She caressed me with her words. “And the outside is even more beautiful. So hot, so handsome, all those powerful muscles that would never be used to cause pain.” She finally let go of my hair and started stroking both cheeks lovingly. “And Kevin? What about him? How do you love your boyfriend?” Kevin jerked. Her eyes and one hand left my face. She looked down at him, smiling like an angel, stroking both of our cheeks now. “It’s okay. You know we all see it, right? Your hearts beat for each other. But let Tom tell you. Baby, tell him how you love him.” She tilted my head down to look at him, his eyes had gone to soft flannel again. I felt my tears start. “Kevin, I love you like the air I breathe, weightless, here inside me, always, filling me, keeping me alive. You are a fire that keeps me warm, comforting me. I wish we could merge into one, so I could feel your weightless comfort every second of every day, know what’s ticking in your amazing brain, feel everything you feel that keeps you solid, steady, and so much more real than anything else around us.” My tears were dropping on his face mixing with his own. “Thank you for being my friend. I love you buddy.” “Kiss your boyfriend, baby. Show him how you feel.” Carol whispered. I looked in Kevin’s soft eyes, and watched them begin to dart. “No.” I uttered, soft and tender. He and I had never kissed again like the day of The Kiss. “Why? Tell him why, baby.” She knew. I had told her about The Kiss. She already knew what I would do, what I would say. “I’m waiting for the moment. The moment when he’s ready to pull me into his eyes again. When he lets go of the leash he’s put himself on. The leash I never asked him to wear for me. Let it go, buddy. Come to me, pull me in. I want you to kiss me gone. I need you to give me all of you, without holding back.” If it were possible, which I guess it was because he did, he cried even harder, from fear, doubt, from a desire he could never answer without feeling the desperation of losing me. I saw it all in those soft flannel eyes. “You would do this for me?” He whispered. And I could tell he still couldn’t grasp that this was something I wanted just as much as him. Carol had opened my eyes about so many things. One lesson I learned above all others was not to avoid trying new things, that hidden pleasures were everywhere if you allowed yourself to look. I needed Kevin to show me what sex with a man was like. I too, had put myself on a leash, wanting the experience, but needing to keep from hurting him. But he was the only man I trusted to do this with. I wouldn’t do this with any other. “I want to do it for us.” When he heard those words his soft eyes stopped darting, and they pulled me in. And the world froze and disappeared. He became the only real, solid thing in the universe, even I was reduced to nothing more than elements of more than the five physical sensations. I came back to myself carrying Kevin up the stairs to my room, our mouths still locked together. I sensed Carol behind us. I’d warned Carol what could happen, if the stars aligned just right, but I didn’t expect it to happen like that, so fast. I remembered far more than the first time, my hands and mouth exploring his entire head, smelling everything, tasting every part my tongue could find. I violated his ears, driving my tongue deep into his ear canals, both of them. I needed to know how that private part of him tasted, how it felt against my tongue. I used my lips and tongue to remove his earring, rolled it around in my mouth to suck off the bits of him that came from inside his pierced earlobe. His nose I swallowed whole, the tip of my tongue penetrating up inside each nostril, the snot from his tearful surrender somehow as deliciously soothing on my tongue as everything else I’d savored. I licked his salty tears and cleaned his eyes. I remember chewing gently along that straight, sharp jawline I’d always admired. I sucked his Adam’s apple, it was hard against the soft sweetness of his throat, feeling it jump as he moaned. And then I wrapped my overly large mouth to cover his entire throat, the feel of his blood pumping through both his carotid and jugular pulsing against my lips at the same time sending me even deeper into the nothing. Here. Here was where I joined him, that merging that I wanted. He lay beneath me offering himself as a sacrifice to my hunger, my beast. With every breath, I felt the air move through his throat, his beating heart sending his blood through his artery up over my top lip, and back to his heart through his vein across my bottom lip, throbbing heat, over and over. So strong. Steady. Solid, like him. I existed only as his blood, his heartbeat, his comfortable heat, his weightless air for an eternity. For that time, I felt like his life, and I’ve never known a peace like that ever again. I don’t know how long he fed me, but he gave me all of him, patient like he always was until I’d gotten what I needed. Still clothed, we got to the landing and I moved towards my bedroom. I spared a glance at Carol. Her eyes were wide, and wonder was painted on her face. “Tom, my God. Who are you?” She asked. I left Kevin’s soft, beautiful, comfortable lips, smiled at her. “I’m him. I have him, he’s finally here.” As I pulled him to my chest. A tear slipped from my eye, tracing down my cheek. “And now, he will have me.” She didn’t have to say it, I saw it in her eyes. “You are the most amazing man, baby. I love you.” I smiled bigger. “Thank you for loving me. All of me. Even the part of me that is Kevin. You didn’t have to. But that’s who you are, and you made this gift happen because of what you have inside you. There’s no one I’ve ever known who gives so freely, and takes so unapologetically. I love you.” “Take him in there. Give him all of you. Show him what I see.” She turned to go back down the stairs. She wasn’t worried that this would change me, or change her and me. That wasn’t Carol. In fact , she told me before graduation months later that she was wet thinking about all the ways she hoped Kevin would violate me. She wanted to watch, but wanted us to be free to do everything we wanted to, needed to. Kevin stirred. I looked down at him, his soft eyes completely still as I gazed into them. “No, Carol. You’re coming too.” He said. And then that smirk. I laughed immediately, no three second wait. I had a feeling that my brain would never have to catch up with his again. “You heard him.” I said, when she hadn’t moved. She was obviously trying to figure out if that meant what she thought it meant. “Get your sexy ass in here! Oh, and Kev’s in charge. No leash.” I had no idea what Kevin would come up with, but knowing him, Carol and I were going to experience a few new things. Carol was going to learn that even though Kevin was a virgin, his beast made ours look like cute puppies. I remembered that all too well the day he took my soul.

It was in the days when every bottom demanded wearing condoms and barebacking was censored. Once at the bathhouse a guy fucked me in my room. After he came and he was getting ready to leave he whispers in my ear "I left you a surprise". I picked up the condom he had thrown in the garbage can but it had no cum in it so I touched my hole and could feel his cum running down from my hole. I was once again hooked as a slutty bottom and never allowed a condom again. I miss those days when guys were afraid to bottom bareback at the bathhouse. I was known to bottom bareback at my local bathhouse which made my hole very popular because there were not many raw holes willing to get bred. It was then when I began bringing my glow-in-the dark signs saying "Cream my Hole" and stuff like that. Now, bathhouses are full of bareback bottoms.

You have a talent and a purpose. You have a lot more going for you that many people out there. You need to stay healthy so you can continue to provide pleasure to many many real men who are in need of relief. There’s also a new generation of straight young men who don’t have the opportunity to unload inside a willing hole as often as they need to. You should be able to provide them also with relief and also teach them how to properly use a hole. you are lucky you were trained from early on. A family me never, I assume?

About a year ago in Washington park in Hyde Park. Made eye contact with a guy in a wheelchair on the bus. We both got off at the same stop. I said hi as we waited to cross the street, asked if he had had a good evening. He said he had been to boystown, but hadn't had any luck. I just said " I will suck you off if you want in the park." He looked shocked but said sure. We crossed cottage grove and just stopped about 40' from the the road. He undid his pants pulled them down past his knees spread his legs, and pulled out his hard cock. He could only have been 3' tall, and rather deformed, but he had a cock probably just a little above average. Was strange to see someone the height of a five year old with a cock that size lol. Anyway I sucked him to completion, swallowed his load helped him pull his pants up, and then crossed back onto our street and said goodnight. It was about 11:30pm so still pretty busy.

2. Jason I got home around 3:00, and managed to get my shoes and socks off before falling into bed. Nathan had gotten two more loads into me that night, and I could feel both his sperm and his virus slowly penetrating my gut, becoming a part of me as I fell asleep. In a weird way, it made me feel safe, that Nathan was becoming a part of me. I woke up the next morning with a raging hard-on. Normally, all I could think about was sticking my cock into a warm mouth or a tight hole and blasting my load into it. But that morning, I really wanted to feel a cock inside of me, pounding me, and forcing a load deep into me. And I wanted it to be Nathan's dangerous cock. My hand went down to my shaft, and started to stroke it. As I jerked off, all I could think about was the night before. Nathan's body against mine. Nathan's dick inside me. His mouth against mine. And most of all, those moments when his eyes rolled back, his hips thrust, and he exploded inside of me. His toxic dick snot shooting into me. I had only cum once last night, as he was fucking me the second time, so it didn't take long for me to get off that morning. It was a deep, wrenching explosion shooting hard from my cock. I shot all over myself, covering my chest with cum. Looking at it pooling on my pecs, I knew that I was still shooting blanks. Nathan hadn't yet been able to fire the kill shot. Lying there with a trail of jizz across my chest, freshly jerked out in Nathan's honor, I knew I had to see him again. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be just like him. I gave in to the inevitable, and called him. "Hey there. Was just thinking about you," he said. "You were?" "Yeah. We started something last night, and we need to finish it." "You mean?" I wasn't sure how to respond to that. He had gotten to my desires so directly. But, my dick surely knew my needs, getting hard immediately upon hearing him. How had he known so well what I wanted? "I was looking at the pictures from the photo shoot. We never even managed to get you undressed." I laughed. It never occurred to me that we hadn't even gotten a naked picture of me. "True, I guess we found other things to do." I remembered how I had begged him for the third load of the night, how it surprised me how much I needed it. And how much both of us had enjoyed the long fuck to get it into me. Part of me wasn't quite ready to face that need again. I had butterflies in my stomach, but my cock was throbbing. "We did find better things to do, didn't we? Don't worry though. I'm sure we'll be doing those things soon enough. I could give your ass at least two more loads right now." My ass twitched in anticipation. "Not having any second thoughts about me fucking you raw, are you?" "No. I've already jerked off this morning remembering it," I said. Judging by how hard my cock was right now, I probably had at least one more load in me. "Nice. I wish I had been there to see that." I asked "Please, can I see you tonight?" I was pretty sure of the answer, but I didn't know his schedule. "Of course. Swing by around 7:00. Wear the same clothes. We do need to finish the photo shoot. Otherwise Thomas is going to wonder." I wanted to keep Nathan on the phone and hear his voice as I pounded out another load. But I knew he had work to do. And I needed to start my day. "I'll see you then." "Good. And don't jerk off again. I want you horny and eager. I'm not going to jack off, so there will be a few big loads for you." We hung up. I was literally shaking in excitement. And fear. I had just made arrangements for another round of bareback fucking by an HIV-positive man. As the bottom. No pulling out. No avoiding his deadly virus. Two days ago, it would have been something I would have never imagined, much less considered. But today, I was fighting myself not to jerk off again thinking about it. I decided to try to distract myself and went to the gym. At the gym, I found myself working my glutes hard. It was as if my sub-conscious wanted to give Nathan the best possible ass to fuck, for him to want nothing else than to have his cock deep in my hole. Of course, seven o'clock didn't come anywhere near fast enough. As the hours dragged by, I decided that it wouldn't hurt to show up a little early. Before the gym, I had laid out the same clothes as the day before: the jeans, the tank top, and the jock strap. The jock strap smelled a bit of sex, some lube, a bit of cum, and a bit of Nathan. As I put it on, the smell and feel of it made my cock harden. I had to try to think about something other than Nathan in order to fit into the jock. Even the walk to Nathan's house was a constant source of reminders of him. In guys I passed, I thought I could see his eyes, maybe a hint of his smile, or worst of all a shadow of his cock in their crotches. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get through a full photo shoot without jumping Nathan and making him ravage my unprotected hole. Finally, I got there, and rang the doorbell. In moments, he was at the door, wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. I could see a bit of his chest hair poking out through the top of the t-shirt and it was hard not to bury my face into it right there at the door. He pulled me in, grabbed my ass, and started to kiss me. I didn't resist. I couldn't resist. I let him explore my mouth and push himself against me. Like the night before, as I inhaled his scent, I knew I wouldn't deny him anything he wanted. It would be fundamentally wrong deny him any pleasure I could give. Finally, he broke off the kiss. "God, it's good to see you again." "Yeah. I couldn't wait to see you either." "So, should we get to work?" He closed the door, and motioned for me to follow him back to the studio. As we walked to the back, I noticed his ass for the first time. Like everything about Nathan, it was nearly perfect. I wondered if I would ever get to slide my cock up there, and mark, just as he was marking me. I wanted him to be mine. "Here we are. Why don't we start with you getting undressed?" he said. "Go slowly, so I can take pictures." "Sounds good." He had the camera and lights already set up, so I just started to undress. I unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall. In some photo shoots, it was hard for me to connect with the photographer, and figure out what he wanted me to do next. But with Nathan, it was easy. I wanted him as aroused as possible, until he had no choice but to rape me. I turned around, and bent over to unlace my boots. I knew he was getting an excellent view of my ass, perfectly framed by the straps of the jock. I reached back, and pulled apart my cheeks. He moved in for a close-up of my hole. We continued this slow dance of me undressing: first, boots off. Then close-ups of my feet. Standing and stretching. Next, a slight smile on my face as my hand dropped into my jock strap. Stroking my cock. Tank top coming off. Tweaking my nips. Bending over. Pulling off my jeans. Finally, I reached back again, and slid a finger into my hole. As I pulled my finger out, I heard him stop taking pictures. "Wait. Stop," he said. I stood up. "What's wrong?" "This isn't right." I looked at him, but he was smiling. "There's no cum dripping out of your hole. We need to fix that." He unzipped his shorts, and stepped out of them, his already erect member popping up. "I think you're right. You got some fresh jizz ready for me?" "Definitely. Get my cock wet and ready, boy." I got down on my knees right in front of him, wrapping my lips around the tip of his shaft. Nathan's cock was pretty thick. I did my best to get it in my mouth. But, I wasn't really used to giving head. I tried my best to work my way down his shaft, I was able to get about half way down comfortably, his cock head was just pushing against the back of my throat. I looked up at him, and he was looking down, smiling. "All the way boy. You can do it, I know." I could hear the steely masculinity in his voice. I knew if I couldn't do it, Nathan would have no trouble forcing it into my throat. And he would probably even enjoy it. I swallowed, and started to work his shaft down my throat. Better I did it at my pace rather than at his pace. After a few minutes of effort, his cockhead was nestled in my throat, pushing against my windpipe. It was a new feeling of submission for me, knowing how close I was to either choking or gagging. Other guys, when I gave them head, it wasn't such a big deal. I'd work on their dickhead, lick up the pre-cum, and move on to the main course of getting my cock into their hole. This time was different. Nathan wanted control over my body, to know that he could do anything he wanted. And I was giving it to him, inch by gag-inducing inch. I looked up at him. He was watching me, enjoying me getting his cock hard and wet. "Don't stop, Jason. You're doing fine." He reached up and pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it in the corner. Seeing his hairy, muscular chest made me want him all the more. I reached around, and grabbed the small of his back, using the leverage to force myself the last inch down his shaft. That proved to be a little more than I could bear, and I felt myself gagging, unable to stand his cock in my throat any more. Nathan reacted quickly, pulling his cock out. "Relax boy. It's ok." His hands rubbed my head, comforting me. Just his cockhead was in my mouth, letting me breathe again. My mouth was watering, and a few tears dripped from my eyes. "You're doing well. It's not easy, is it?" he said. I nodded, just enjoying feeling his legs press against my chest, his dick drip some precum into my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and kneeled down, his face level with mine. I stared into his penetrating hazel eyes. "You look so beautiful with my shaft in you mouth. I want this to work for both of us." He kissed me. "It's bigger than I'm used to," I said. I was still crying a bit, a reaction to gagging on his manhood. He wiped the tears away from my cheek. "But I want you inside me." "I know. Just a second. Stay there." He stood up and went to a table in the corner. As he walked there, I couldn't help but stare at his now naked ass once more. Even that was sexy, I found myself wanting to bury my face in his crack, find his hairy hole and lick it. Get him to moan, and beg me to stick my cock up there. Not with the weak shaft I had now, but fucking him with my powerful poz cock. When both of us were infected with his virus. He pulled some lube and a bottle of poppers out of a drawer, and came back. "This should help," he said, as he put the bottle under my nose. I took a long hit, then he put it under the other nostril. "Again, Jason." I did another huff, knowing I'd be flying shortly. He did a hit himself, then held the bottle back under my nose. "Ready to take it all the way down, boy?" he asked. I nodded, and he put the cap back on the bottle. I looked at his hard shaft, right at eye level. Powered by the poppers, I knew I could do this. I felt his hands on the back of my head, his dripping cockhead against my lips. Then his cockhead was in my mouth, the virus-laden precum on my tongue. Further in, his cockhead was against the back of my throat,and I felt the beginning of a gag. I forced myself to ignore it, and then his cockhead was in my throat. Nathan pushing in further, and I was opening up to accept him. Then his cockhead was deep in my throat. Finally, my lips hit his pubes, and the two of us were linked perfectly together. It was one of the many ways two men could join as one, and it was a connection that we both needed right then. His balls were resting on my chin with his shaft deep in my throat. He was dripping his deadly pre-cum right into my stomach. The poppers had turned this from merely me on my knees sucking him off to outright cockworship. I was giving him the devotion a masculine, commanding man demanded and deserved. I had my hands wrapped around his ass cheeks, feeling the muscle in them and letting me keep my head right against his body. He was still holding the back of my head, which helped to keep my lips right up against his trimmed pubic hair. He moaned, enjoying the feeling of getting all the way into me, and me swallowing the full length of his shaft. "Fuck, Jason. That feels amazing." He relaxed his grip on my head slightly, and pulled out a bit. Then pushed his dick back in, the edge of his cockhead massaging my throat. I found, to my surprise, that my throat had relaxed enough that his penetration didn't bother me at all. I let him enjoy the pleasure of throatfucking me. I was finally able to let him slowly work his cock in and out. His hard shaft was going in and out of my mouth, rubbing against my tonsils and pressing into my airway. Finally, I had to take a breath, and pulled off of his dick. I looked up at Nathan, and he was staring down at me, his expression one of total bliss. "That head was fucking awesome, boy," he said. "How did it feel for you?" "Like kissing a god," I said, in between gasps of air. I hadn't thought I would be able to do it, but between the poppers and deep concentration, it seemed almost easy. "I love your cock inside of me. Any way I can get it. Any way you want." "And I love sticking my erection in you, Jason." He held my face close by his cock. I could feel the heat from it and could sense how wet it had gotten in my throat. "You want me to continue mouthfucking? Or cam I get back into your ass?" he asked. As much as I had liked sucking him off, I really wanted his weapon in my ass. All day, I had been dreaming of him fucking me again. The blow job was just to get him ready. I needed him to blast another load of his pozcum inside of me. "Get back in my ass. I need you to breed me again." "Right on, Jason." He pulled me up from my knees, and kissed me. His hands moved down to my ass, grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart. I could feel his fingers gently rub over my hole. The contact sent chills through my entire body. He broke off the kiss, "You recovered from last night? Ready for more?" he asked. "I hope. Go slowly at first, please." "Once my cock gets inside your hole, I'm not sure I can control myself. I want to plow that hole deep. And hard." He pushed his cock between my legs, the head rubbing up against my hole. He continued, "I want to plant my seed way up there. Let it grow in your fertile, innocent body." "Please. Fuck me. Breed me," I said. I was rubbing my hole against his cock like a cat in heat. "Turn around. Bend over," Nathan told me. I did as I was told. My ass was up in the air, exposed and vulnerable. Nathan handed me the poppers, and poured some lube on my ass. It was a little cold at first, but he rubbed a finger over my hole, pushing in and loosening me up. I opened up easily, and soon he had three fingers inside of me. "Ready?" he asked me. "Of course," I said. "I need your cock inside of me. Your cum blasted deep." I was surprised at how quickly I had opened up. It was a sign of how badly I needed him. I took a hit from the poppers, and was then ready for his penetration. Nathan put some lube on his shaft, then lined his cock up with my hole. I could feel the head pushing against me. In an instant, I was no longer in control of myself. Some animal part of me had taken over, and was making all of my decisions for me. It was looking only for the immediate pleasure and not worrying about or caring about the consequences tomorrow. I pushed back against him, and with a quiet pop, his dick entered me. His poz cock. Again, totally raw and skin to skin. "Oh fuck. You feel so good," he said. "I could cum right now." He plunged all the way into me. With the poppers fueling me, I felt filled for the first time that day. Nathan fucking my hole raw was something I had always needed, but until yesterday had never known I wanted. "I'm not going to be able to last long," he said. He was pounding my hole in short, quick strokes. His dick was opening up my hole quickly, trying to force itself deep inside of me. "As long as I can get another load from you later," I answered. I didn't care when he came. I just wanted his sperm inside me. Although, I knew as soon as he pulled his cock out of me, I was going to want him back inside of me. I took another hit from the poppers. As I was snorting on the bottle, it suddenly flashed through my mind what else was in Nathan's semen: his virus. I was terrified, as my human, rational mind took over from my animal pleasure center. I wanted there to still be time to escape what I had gotten myself into. I would get some kind of morning-after pill. I would run away from this man, repress my attraction to him and his power to kill me. Be a good, safe boy for the rest of my life. But I knew it would mean I'd never really be alive. I'd never realize my true desires. Then the poppers hit me, and my animal side asserted its control again. I revelled in the pleasure of his cock inside of me. Suddenly, the danger and the risk of the bareback fuck became something that only tweaked my mind further. I was pushing back against his cock, and he was pounding me hard. We were both lost in the pleasure of each other's bodies, and the connection we had. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers from me. He did a hit. "I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum soon," he said. "You want my load, don't you?" "Please, Nathan, cum inside of me," I said. Nathan grabbed my hips, and pulled me hard onto his cock. "Breed me with your poz cum." I didn't know where that outburst came from, but it was how I felt. I wanted to be related to this man. And getting his virus was the only way I knew how to seal that bond forever. Of course, it had to take. "Take it boy," he growled, "Take my toxic sperm." He slammed his cock into me one last time and held it there. I could feel his sperm shoot into me. He pushed in again, deeper and harder, right as another spurt of cum shot into my hole. He pulled out a bit, and the stimulation forced another jet of cum into me. On his next thrust, he let his dick fall out of my hole. I could feel some of his dangerous sperm land right on my pucker. I tried not to think of it as a waste, but I wanted it inside of me so badly. "So fucking hot, my jizz on your hole," he said. "Stay there, and don't get up." He quickly grabbed his camera, and started to take pictures. "Fuck, that's nice. Seeing my cum right on your raw ass." I heard the shutter click a few more times. "My negative, unprotected ass," I said. "Well, that's what we're trying to fix, boy," he said. "Too bad it didn't all go inside of me." "If you want my sperm so badly, why don't you push it into you yourself. That would be fucking hot, seeing you push it in." I reached back, and fingered my hole. It was still warm from the fuck, and wet and sticky from his cum. I used my finger to push his precious cum into me. He was taking pictures the entire time. "Damn. Thomas is going to wonder about these pictures," he said. "Let him," I said. "Not worried about your reputation as a top?" Nathan asked me. "I love bottoming for you," I said. I had stood up, and had turned to face him. Nathan was still taking pictures of me. He had fucked me with my jock strap on and my dick was sticking out of it. "Take off your jock," Nathan told me. "Not too fast though." I did as he asked, sliding my hand into my jock, and then slowly taking it off. He kept on taking pictures the entire time, getting close-ups of my hard shaft. "You want to be a bottom just for me?" he asked, as my jock dropped down around my feet. "Or would you let other guys top you?" I hadn't thought about that. Thomas usually always had a few guys gang up on a bottom, and I loved getting into a hole already wet with jizz. My attraction had initially been to just Nathan and his unique power over me. His question made me stop and think. "I don't know," I said, hedging my options. But as I thought about other guys getting their semen into me, my cock stiffened again and I started to leak pre-cum. Nathan saw the drop of pre-cum form at the tip of my cock. He took a few pictures of it, getting up close. "Seems like your cock is answering that question for you," he said. He ran his finger over the drop of pre-cum, then licked it off. "Tastes good," he said. "What do you think?" I asked him. "Your pre-cum? Delicious," he said. "No. About other guys fucking me. Bareback." He smiled. "Fucking hot. I'd love to see you take on a small group of guys." I started to stroke my cock, as he took more pictures. "Or, maybe a big group. And I'd like to be the last one, getting to feel my cock slide into your cum-filled hole. Get to work all that jizz into your body." "You serious?" I asked. I couldn't quite tell if he was just spinning a fantasy or being honest. But the thought was a total turn-on for me. It was as if I had just set foot into an entirely new world. There was so much here to explore. It was a scary world, but it was also incredibly exciting. Everything felt so new and fresh. I had never done anything quite like it before. "Absolutely. But you? Would you want do it?" he asked me. "Yeah, I would. Especially if you were involved." I said. "You want me to talk to Thomas about it?" I hadn't thought about that part. Getting it on tape, and knowing that guys would be jerking off to me getting bred was an entirely different level of involvement. Knowing that strangers would be imagining their cocks inside of me raw, fantasizing about their opportunity to knock up the strong, muscular top. It was exciting, but also overwhelming. "Not the first time," I said. "It's going to be intense enough without the overhead of filming." "I understand. It makes sense and it's cool. But, do you want me to make it happen? For real?" Nathan asked. I noticed his cock was getting hard again. One hand was on my cock, one hand was playing with my nipple. Between Nathan having just fucked me, and him asking if I wanted to be gang-banged by a group of men, I was completely aroused. "Yes. I do. But I want you in charge." I said. I noticed that Nathan's cock was getting hard again. "Seems like you are into the scene as well." "Fuck yeah," he said. "You're a hot guy. I'd love to see you get pounded raw by a bunch of men, dropping their loads into your hole." "And these guys?" I paused. "Are they going to be poz as well?" "I had thought they would be. That's what you want, isn't it?" Nathan said. "Yes. It is," I said. I had made another step into this new world, another decision on my journey. And my cock was throbbing in anticipation.