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How did I slide so far. My 18th birthday finally arrived and I packed a rack sack and fucked off out of the door away from my homophobic arsehole parents. I had an offer from a small company to do some modelling once I turned 18 today 😊 being blond 5ft 5 and 120 pounds I was slight with perfect modelling features once I turned 18 today 😊, so I give them a quick call and they email me a train ticket. I was really excited when I arrived at the reception as it looked so professional, soon enough I was greeted by a mixed-race stunning guy who said he that we have a lot of paperwork to read through, understand and only sign if I was happy. First thing I had to do was prove my age so he made me pull out my ID hold it up and he took a picture of me holding it, okay he brought out the paperwork it was massive with a lot of detail, do I really have to read all of this or can I just sign, he said sure and asked me to initial each page and sign the back, which I duly did “mistake” once done he said great lets get you into wardrobe. He showed me into another room took hold of my wrist and put a cuff on and repeated the process, don’t worry this all part of the look we are going to give you. He raised my arms and attached the hooks to clamps hanging from the ceiling, now I was worried and asked him to let me down, no chance you should have signed the contract it’s legally binding. To which he opened another door and said to he’s ready. In came 6 old guys all really old thin and wasted. There were cameras set up as the guys circled me, one of them fitted a mouth stretcher at which point they stop and lined up 3 either side and camera man side okay action. The Mixed-race guy came into shot and said, this is Tim its his 18th Birthday and these guys are going to give him a POSITIVE birthday present, as I swung the guys stripped their clothes. Remember this is all about Tim and setting him on his new journey as cumdump he is a Virgin and has signed away all his rights so make sure this has a Positive ending. Once all the guys were naked one of them said we are a HIV fellowship and its out honour to be welcoming you Tim to the brotherhood, you will be going home with one of us and we will be sharing you with our friends and fellow brothers. Each one of these guys had Biohazard tattoo’s above their shaved cocks. They started circling me at this point and one of the guys removed my belt as he was fondling my junk, why was I getting hard, with that I was raised totally off the floor and my jeans and socks pulled off, my tee shirt was ripped off and I was left in my boxers, soon enough I have 6 pairs of hands fondling my body, one guy worked his hand under my boxers and started pulling my balls and cock, I also felt a set of hands on my peachy bubble butt, in a flash my boxers were ripped off and my hard cock sprung up to a large cheer from the guys. One of the guys said get the clippers and lets get Tim shaved, Cumdump’s don’t have hair and they started shaving my head, then armpits and pub’s, I thought that was it when the camera man said cut. When he said Action they covered my head, cock, balls, armpits with shaving foam and took razors and shaved me smooth, once I was shaved there was a shout of cut from the Camera man and they washed me down. Action and the filming started and the guys spun me around showing off my hairless body, once they had stopped I felt a marker pen writing on the small of my back just above my butt later I would find out it read VIRGIN POZ CUM ONLY INSERT HERE To be continued if you want?????

Part 3 the Breeding. What was I to do, nothing to be done really my fait was sealed, I could either cry or embrace my new life as a cumdump to be used and filled by every POZ cock presented, so fuck it. I looked at Joel and said please fuck me and make me part of your brotherhood. Joel looked at me and smiled saying Tim has accepted his new life my brothers time to properly welcome him 😊 Joel released my arms and feet from the stocks and I was placed face down on a breeding bench, he could have secured me down but didn’t as a sign of trust I think, as I looked around all the guys where fully naked sporting ragging hard-ons most of them glistening with toxic pre-cum. Then I heard Joel say as is tradition brothers as the leader I will be busting Tim’s cherry and giving him his first experience of be fucked, breed and seeded with fresh Positive cum, then the seniors through to the new twinks in our ranks will all deliver their own strains into Tim, as I said earlier Brothers all Poz cum and strains must be delivered into his cumdump, Tim is now a vessel for our pleasure 😊 (one thing I had noticed, all of these guys were hairless which made their junk look so much bigger and hotter) Joel who was now naked sporting the biggest cock and balls I had ever seen moved to my mouth and I instinctively open up as wide as I could as he pushed his fat long hard cock down my throat, chocking me in the process, he didn’t take long and pulled out, soon enough he was behind me and pulled out the small butt plug which and been making sure John’s final gift of 10 toxic loads was infecting my bloodstream. I felt the huge angry head of Joels cock push against my Cherry ring and I instinctively pushed back to which Joel said look Tim really wants it as he pushed forward the angry head of his cock ripped my ring open and pushed in, his hard cock made its way slowly inching its way deeper, he was being gentle as this huge member stopped against my inner ring, this is going to hurt for a minute Tim as he pulled back grabbed hold of my waist and then slammed back in braking through me inner ring until I felt his huge balls on my butt, the gentle man was no more as he was piston fucking me for what seemed like a life time until he pulled out and flipped me on my back, shit as he hammered back into me I swear it was even deeper I could tell he was getting close as his ball sack was no longer slapping my butt it was hard, a short while later Joel shouted out here it comes, Breed me, Breed me, I want your toxic cum Joel I shouted at the same time as I was felling his enormous cock swell to an even bigger size he balls contracted and cum started pushing to escape me slit and as Joel shouted Fuck, Fuck, Fuck take my Poz babies Tim, one more deep thrust past my inner ring and he held still as I felt is cock throbbing and cum flooding my bowels, my cock was spraying my face and chest with the largest orgasm I had ever experienced, Tim stayed deep inside me and I was loving the radiating warmth of his long fat cock. Joel, said to me, Tim you are awesome I am going to enjoy your hotness for years to come, welcome to our brotherhood I am sure your Poz status will be confirmed in the next couple of weeks, but for now you have a task in hand to drain all your brother toxic cum from their sacks so time to get to it as he pulled his cock from my flooded bowels. Part 4: I can’t take anymore, if you want?

EPILOGUE My life pretty much exploded after that fateful night. Obviously it was over with Sarah, and I moved out as soon as I could. She completely ghosted me, which I don't blame her for after what she definitely saw come through on her phone/ I was damn near disowned by my family, although after a few months my sister-in-law reached out and met up with me. I was told to be patient, that they would come to terms with it, and that they still loved me. A year on and that hasn't come to pass, but at least she messages me every month or so to check in so it feels like there's some connection. I haven't seen any of the guys since it happened, and can only assume that I won't again. I had caught a few of their horrified messages on the journey home from the club before my phone went on silent, and by the time I turned it back on the next day I had been kicked out of the WhatsApp group. I suppose I could have tried directly calling or texting one or two of them, but I doubted that would get me very far. I'm also off the football team, although one of the gay guys who plays now comes round regularly to breed me, often bringing a mate or two. I'm thinking of joining a gay men's team if they'll have me. I did manage to avoid getting fired, largely because the only person in the office who found out about it was one of the managers in the finance team. He seemed so straight-laced and proper that it was a bit of a surprise to find myself being essentially blackmailed into taking his loads - and those of whoever else he felt should have a go with me - on a regular basis. Underneath the grey suits and general ledgers was a toxic pig, it transpired. The pierced guy, who I now know as Brian, took me in once I had moved out of the flat I shared with Sarah. "He's gone" was the only thing he was willing to say about his partner's absence, and I didn't probe it any further. Perhaps what had been done to me was a wake-up call for Brian, but I didn't think that could be it alone. Either way, I moved into the basement garden flat and started paying some rent, although it is pretty cheap and I earn my keep in other ways. Rarely a day goes by when he doesn't breed me in some part of the house. I know what you're wondering, and yes, I did of course come down with the fuck flu. It wasn't too bad, and a quick visit to a clinic once I was better confirmed the diagnosis. I've gone on meds, on the basis that I may as well stay healthy seeing as I'm just a receptacle rather than a potential gifter. I now bear a large stylised biohazard tattoo on my upper back - annoyingly meaning I have to wear thick shirts at work even on hot days - and took a lot of inspiration from Ace Era when I elected to get the words "BREED" and "ME" imprinted on each of my buttcheeks. Free of Sarah's disapproval, I'm still thinking about other tattoos to get, but these seemed like the most important ones. For now, I have something of a life. I have made a couple of new friends to give me some sense of normality, and I have a large and ever expanding list of guys who like to use me regularly. I also frequently just take my chances on the heath or other cruising locations, eager to satisfy a need that has only grown stronger over time. Brian sometimes takes me back to the club, although I've never experienced anything quite like my first night there. My only regret is the way things worked out with my friends and family, but I suppose I've made peace with it. I'm not sure where things will go as I get older, but I'm keeping any potential loss of appeal at bay with a robust gym regime. It doesn't hurt that most workouts end up with a recharging or two in the toilets from the toxic doms who run the place. To this day I still don't get turned on by men, other than by the prospect of being reamed out. I continue to find women attractive, and on the rare occasions when I have some alone time of that nature, it is straight porn that I watch. I don't know that I will ever understand why I'm wired up so wrong, but that's OK. I have accepted who I am. My name is Christian Berg. I'm straight. I'm poz. I'm a cumdump for any man that wants to use me. And this was my story. THE END

Part 2: There I was hanging, hairless with my shaved cock and balls hard and dripping pre-cum, guys let’s put a cock ring on him, okay Tim’s is hanging on the edge look at his tight balls, let’s get that negative cum out of him hands free, that’s when I felt a tongue licking my virgin ring and it was enough as I felt the tingling at the head of my cock, then a finger pushed straight pass my ring and the cum worked up my throbbing cock and exploded in ropes and ropes of cum, it was the heaviest orgasm of my life, the six guys where like frenzied animals lapping up all my cum. Once they had lapped up all my cum they tilted my head back and dribbled all my cum down my throat, someone then said enjoy the taste it’s your last negative cum of your life. Soon enough the attention was back on my junk and one of the guys got a heavy wide stainless steel cock ring and pulled my balls and cock through (damn it was tight) instantly my cock was hard blood engorged and throbbing. Okay guys the camera man said remove the mouth spreader and put a hood on him, as soon as I could speak I said please don’t kill me, do what you want but let me live, which they found funny and started laughing, don’t worry you will have a good few years and loads of infected cum before that happens. With that a hood was put over my head and zipped up, okay let’s get Tim though to the stage all the members of are brotherhood are waiting and I was led through to another area. I could here applause as I was led in, once on the stage I was secured by my wrists again and somebody removed my hood, the stage was a full circle with a padded bench and stocks. As I was hanging there, I notice what must be 20 guys of all ages in a circle around the stage with cameras and tv monitors everywhere. The mixed race guy whose name was Joel quieten everyone down and said lets do the introductions before the conversion party starts. Joel said “This is the Brotherhood of the Unmedicated Positive and we welcome Tim who has willing signed a legally binding contract to be the property of the members of the brotherhood, for our pleasure. It is Tim’s 18th Birthday today, so we honour him with our gifts, multiple strains and DNA. As is tradition our last fallen member John has left the gift of his toxic cum to ensure his strain lives on in Tim, as he said this the screen showed this waste guy cumming in a jar. John, before he died collect his last 10 loads and here it is ready in this syringe as the supreme birthday present for Tim. Okay, its time and remember my brothers only one rule fill Tim and welcome him to his new life and the brotherhood. Soon I was release laid down on my back bent over double with my arms and legs secured in the stocks, on the screen over me I could be my pink rose on full display. Joel then spat on my hole and said it’s time taking a bottle brush he inserted it through my ring and slow pushed it in deep and deeper until it hit the wall of my inner ring, then one push and it was past, Joel started fucking and twisting the brush as it tore me up internal after a couple of minutes of extreme pain he pulled the brush out and showed the brotherhood the blood coated bristles. Tim is ready and John’s strains will live on 😊 Joel said. Then there was a show of the toxic cum filled syringe with a Biohazard label for a while before Joel took the syringe and pushed it through my ring with the camera showing Joel pushing the plunger in and coating my insides with 10 loads of toxic cum. Okay Tim is still technically a Virgin as he shoved a butt plug in my boy pussy. As is tradition we wait for 5 minutes to ensure that John’s gift of his unmedicated strains get into Tim’s blood stream and start his conversion and acceptance into our brotherhood. Part 3 the Breeding if you want?

I am 33 and had never taking any cock bare before... before tonight that is. Every man that had fucked my hairy versatile ass, used condoms. They all blew they loads either inside the rubber or on me somewhere. Even the transwomen and crossdressers who fucked me wore condoms. That sets us up for tonight's main event, me taking cock bareback for the first time and getting bred. I had been getting fucked since college, mostly by older bears, silver daddies, and fat/chubby daddies who loved my slim body and bouncy ass. This is where the two main actors of tonight's show enter, Robert and Bill. I had met Robert and Bill while visiting my local bathhouses. Robert and Bill were a married couple who loved cruising the local bathhouses for young, slim bi men like me. Robert was definitely the bigger of the two, in all aspects. The 61-year-old was 6'4" and 300 pounds of big black hairy bear. He had a true big black cock: thicker than beer can and almost as long as a ruler at full mast. It took my tight white hole almost a full year to be fully able to take his cock. Bill on the other hand was smaller. The 70-year-old was 5'11" and 250 pounds. His big black cock was smaller, but still huge. 9.5" when fully erect, though not really all that thick. I could take his cocker easier than I could Robert's. They had tag teamed my ass one afternoon at the bathhouse in their room and they gave me their numbers. It was instant chemistry. From there, we met up once a month. That turned into every other week, which in turn, turned into every week. Soon we were fucking twice, three times or more a week. After a year of fucking using condoms, we decided that tonight was the night to go raw. Robert and Bill, both versatile tops, fucked bare in their relationship, but stayed safe with me. The three of us arranged a time for me to arrive at their house. Before arriving at their house, I cleaned myself out thoroughly and liberally lubed my hole inside and out. I arrived at the house of Robert and Bill around 9 pm and parked in the driveway. Robert greeted me the same way he always greeted me as reached the front door: a sloppy kiss where he would jab his tongue in my mouth and swirl it around mine and sliding a free hand down the back of pants and tracing his finger around my hole. His semi-hard BBC twitched and bounced as he moved. He always loved seeing and feeling how tight my hole was, even after fucking it. I loved seeing this 61-year-old man get horny just feeling me up. Robert was already naked, so I wasted no time stripping naked and joining him. Robert led me to his and Bill's bedroom and directed me to lay on my back. Robert explained that Bill was finishing up in the shower and that he was going to shower before joining in on the fun. My 7" cock was rock hard watching Robert's massive BBC swing and sway as he walked into the master bathroom. I laid down on my back on the bed and watched Bill and Robert trade places. Bill's BBC was full hard. He walked over to me and laid on top of me, his full weight pressing me down as we made out. As we were making out, I spread my legs wide as he rubbed his body against mine. I could feel his hard, throbbing cock aching to be inside me. The two of us said nothing as we started kissing. My moved my wide splayed legs to lock around Bill's torso as we continued to make out. There was no need for me to suck on Bill for that matter, as his monster cock was at ful mast and seemingly bobbing up and down. Bill whispered into my ear, before getting up, "I hope you're ready for the fucking of your life... because there is no going back to using condoms after tonight." Like the greedy and hungry slut I was, I propped myself up on all fours. Bill had grabbed a bottle of lube and began to pour its slippery contents over my ass, down my ass crack, and fingered the lube into my hole. My tight hole started to gape slightly as his large fingers worked the lube inside my hole. My entire ass now glistened with a slick sheen. One finger became two, then three, then four. I could feel the burn of his fingers sliding past my sphincter, but that burn turned to pleasure as Bill slid them all the way into my hole and slid all the way out of me. He repeated it until my hole was slightly gaping and puckering, then gave it one last good thrust in and out. I was ready. At this point, Bill added more oil on my ass and hole. Then it was time. I could feel his thick and bulbous head poking, prodding, and pushing against my hole. I could feel the pressure and pleasure as his thick cockhead pushed its way inside me. With a wet “shlick!” popping sound, his cockhead was inside my hole. I could feel even more lube being poured into my hole and on his cock. The instant burning sensation of pain gave way to pleasure as he slid all the way to the hilt. He held it there for a second or two and then started fucking me slow. The wet slapping and my moaning were echoing throughout the room as Robert who had finished showering was cheering me on. The rhythmic pace changed. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he fucked me with reckless abandon. He pounded me senseless as he poured more lube on his cock and my hole. My cock was leaking precum as it twirled and flopped around as I was being fucked. My moans had turned whorish, and my eyes had turned back inside my head. I was in heaven as this black bear pounded my hole. Robert walked out of the bathroom and watched his partner pound me, stroking his monster cock. Bill and I were dripping with sweat as he flipped me on my back and rammed his cock back into me. Five minutes, turned to ten, then ten turned into thirty as Bill kept changing up his pace, almost teasing me and denying me the load I wanted. Robert was also fully erect and laid down next to me, stroking his cock, watching his husband pound me. He encouraged me, as his husband kept pound my hole into submission. At this point Bill and I were sweating, as he flipped me onto my back. He laid on top of me and kept the same pounding pace. The slapping almost echoing throughout the room. A few more minutes and Bill's pace became harder and even faster, more erratic. I could feel his throbbing cock tense up. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Bill cried out. "Breed him, Robert," Robert ordered. I moaned like a whore in heat, "Breed me, daddy! Impregnate me with your black babies!" Bill gave one final thrust and buried his cock to the hilt inside me. Bill was orgasming hard. His big black cock was pumping rope after rope, jet after jet, of white hot cum inside me. We laid together as Bill's softening cock left my cum filled hole. My hole was gaping wide. Robert bent down and lubed me up even more. His massive black cock entered me to the hilt with ease. Robert wasted no time fucking me and churning Bill's cum inside me. Robert pounded me for what seemed like an hour. I had cum multiple times hands free. my chest was covered in my own cum. Robert just kept going, fucking me like a slut. I was pretty sure I was mind broken at this point having came multiple times and having had multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm. Finally, after an hour, Robert's massive cock stiffened as he bottomed out in me. "Take my babies! I'm going to make you pregnant!" he roared in my ear. "Take his load!" Bill responded. All I could do was give a whorish moan as Robert's cock released torrent after torrent of white hot cum inside me. After Robert pulled out, the three of us laid together, sharing a sloppy make out session. I could feel both of their loads dribbling out of my now wide open hole. I was cream filled for the first time. As we were making out, I saw Bill was rock hard again. Round two was about to begin.

So I met this 81 year old man at the senior apartment complex my mother lives the other day. I was walking to my car and he was out walking for exercise and noticed my pride sticker. He stopped me, said hello and proceeded to bluntly ask if I was a homosexual. I immediately thought “oh boy here we go” because he used the word “homosexual” and he sounded almost upset but I went ahead and replied, yes to which he lit up with a big smile, and said “me too”. This made me laugh some because it was so bazaar. We began talking and walked over to a bench under a tree and sat to enjoy our conversation. He went through a thorough history of our gay community in our town. It was exceedingly interesting, but it’s winter and we were both getting cold, so we decided to part ways. As I was walking away, he politely asked if I would want to have coffee at his apartment sometime to which I said yes and got in my car to go home. This morning as I was walking out of my moms apartment, I thought to myself “why not” so I took out my cell phone and called his number that he gave me last week. He answered the phone and I told him who I was and that I would love to take him up on that cup of coffee. He was so excited. You could literally hear the excitement in his voice which made me happy. He gave me his room number, so I walked to the other side of the building and knocked on his door. He answered with a huge grin and invited me in. He looked very handsome and was wearing sorta an Asian print robe and his apartment was meticulously clean and very well decorated. He he walked me over two a leather loveseat, and invited me to sit down which I did while he walked into his kitchen to put on coffee. A couple minutes passed, and he came out with two mugs of hot coffee, and sat one in front of me and sat down next to me When he sat down, he sat down very close to me and turned towards me. Right away because the way his robe was laying I could see a little bit of the side of cock but we started chatting. He like to touch me as he talked and eventually his hand came to rest on my thigh. I looked down because he had spread his legs some and his cock was totally uncovered now and was literally starting to swell. I thought to myself “LOL I guess we’re gonna fuck“. So I reached over and held his penis in my hand and slowly stroked him. As his cock swelled in my hand I leaned in towards him and asked if he wanted to kiss to which he immediately started to kiss me. He instructed me to take off my clothes so I did it quickly and went back to stroking his now hard cock and making out. I slid down to my knees and scooted the coffee table back and knelt in front of him. I slipped his cock in my mouth and started giving him a slow but firm blow job. His cock was pouring pre-cum, which was amazing because it was almost like swallowing a nonstop load. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He nervously replied that he hasn’t had sex in six years, and if I was sure that it was OK. I gave him a big smile and assured him that nothing else would make me happier right now. He said “I don’t have any condoms”, and I assured him that that was no problem at all. We both stood up and walked to his bedroom. His cock was big and full, but hanging down and I love the way the color of his cock contrast it with his big muff of gray pubes. I asked him how he wanted me and he told me to lie on my back so I laid on my back and rolled my legs back to submit and present my hole to him. He slipped off his robe and hung it on a hook on his bathroom door and went in to get something. He came out with an ancient looking large jar of Vaseline and climbed on the bed. I could see the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as he open the jar and scooped out some Vaseline. He rubbed it on my hole and started fingering me. He looked so happy as he watched his fingers sliding in and out of my loose hole. He leaned forward, holding his cock and effortlessly slipped it in me. I immediately could feel the warmth against my hole as he slid in. He laid down on top of me, and we started kissing while he slowly started thrusting. He was kissing my neck and groaning with each thrust. He had only been fucking me for maybe a minute or two when he rapidly sped up his thrusting, pushing his cock as deep as it would go with each thrust. Seconds later, he let out a loud groan, followed by a loud grunt each time he forcefully slammed his cock in me as he was ejaculating. He collapsed his full weight on me, and we kissed before he unmounted me and laid next to me. I held his cock in my hand gently stroking as he couldn’t stop smiling, and telling me how amazing that was. We cuddled for a while and we both fell asleep together. After a couple hours I woke up and started playing with his cock which woke him up. I went down on him but he made me work for. About 20 minutes later he flooded my mouth with his seed. I had to get going so I got dressed and thanked him for the coffee that I didn’t drink and the fun sex.

I was being fucked mindlessly, with deep thrusts in and out of my hole, making sloppy noises from the cum filling my guts and leaking out. The dick was feeling thicker than most of the dicks I had taken earlier that day, and despite my ass being looser than usual because of all the previous fucking, I could definitely feel every thrust. “Good little whore” and other encouraging words were being whispered in my ear as the cum was being churned deeper into my ass. My hole was aching, it was burning, probably from getting fucked for hours without lube I thought. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, I started squirming around, trying to move my ass away from that dick, but my hands were still held firmly above my head and the body on top of me prevented me from escaping. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere, my dick will stay in your hole” I heard. “I feel weird, it burns” I finally managed to say. “It will feel great quickly boy, I just pushed a little something extra into your hole with my dick”. He was right, and after just a few seconds after he said that, I felt another rush of heat, a different one I had felt so far. I was so wet from sweat it was feeling like I had just gotten out of the shower. I probably showed a smirk as I heard “There, see.” while he was slowly fucking me. The pace picked up. “Now with serious things.”

God knows what time of the night - or morning - it was now. I was up on a small stage in a rather dingy basement club, currently squatting down with two enormous cocks in my hole. By this point I was so used and stretched out that, while feeling pretty stuffed, I wasn't in any pain from the double penetration. The pierced guy was next to me holding on to my big silver chain, which they had attached to a hoop on a big wide leather collar they had put me in. My wrists were back in the restraints from earlier in the day, only this time they had been clasped closely together in front of me using my chunky bracelet as a connecting double chain. I was otherwise just wearing a black leather jockstrap the guys had given me, and my own Timberland boots. Prior to being in this position, but after having been taken doggy style on a fuckbench by a whole succession of men, I had been lying in a sling and looking up at the boots worrying about the numerous cum stains possibly ruining them. Strange to be focusing on an issue like that while load after load of toxic splooge was being ejaculated into me by a horde of bears. They weren't completely ruthless, allowing me regular gulps of water, and even taking me upstairs a couple of times for a cigarette break. During these breaks some fellow smokers among them chatted to me in a casual, friendly way that seemed at odds with the role I was playing tonight. The role I guess I would be playing a lot more from now on. I just went with the flow, deciding that I would properly go home on Sunday and start to deal with all of this then. I guess I would have to start by finding a new place to live. Maybe some new clothing. How the mind wanders once the sex has been going on for a while. The double-fucking was a new experience to me, but after the initial pain of the first go, I was actually pretty into it. In a life that was clearly now going to be driven by a need for cock, getting two of them at once was actually a pretty efficient way forward and one I would be repeating for sure. I would have to buy some bigger toys to keep me in shape. As the two guys in me sped up to a faster rhythm in anticipation of gifting me again, something caused me to turn my head a bit. There I could see the pierced guy's partner holding up a phone and filming me, but rather than be as horrified as I had been earlier on today, this time I just looked straight at the lens as I bounced up and down. "Yes lad" said the pierced guy from next to me. "Show all those hungry fuckers at home what they're missing." I started bouncing a bit hard, then decided to properly go for broke. "No-one needs to miss out on anything" I said, loud enough that I thought it would be picked up over the noise in the room. "My arse is open to any guy that wants it." "Yeah?" said the pierced guy, playing along. "Yes" I almost growled, really starting to hammer myself up and down. "No load refused." "Old, young, fat, thin, clean, diseased" the pierced guy reeled off. "You'll take them all, right?" "I'll take them all" I shouted, slamming myself down onto the cocks in my hole, pushing their bearers over the edge. I panted heavily while staring at the phone. "My name is Christian Berg, I'm straight, my arse is full of poz cum, and I will take any load." A round of applause went up from the rest of the guys in the room, and after filming for a moment or two longer, the pierced guy's partner lowered the phone. "Good lad" whispered the pierced guy, having bent forward so he was next to my ear. "That's the way to end a live stream." I bowed my head, continuing to pant as I felt the cocks in me slowly begin to soften. There was still a lot of energy in the room, so I didn't expect this to be ending anytime soon. However, it did feel like something else had just ended. I had not attempted to hide my face. I had used my real name. I was going to get found out, and it was not going to be pretty. Still, I would surely have some time to prepare for that. It was only then, as his partner approached us and got into the better light over the stage, that I recognised the distinctive blue/white stripes and yellow lion insignia on the case of the phone he had been using to film. IFK Gothenburg official merchandise. Just like the case my grandfather had bought last time I'd gone over to visit. Oh fuck, that was my phone...

I took a deep inhale of my third cigarette in a row, while continuing to stare dumbfounded at my phone. Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp groups - all had been used to communicate to my nearest and dearest what I had become. It must have been so early on in the night that he had managed to unlock it by pointing it at my face without me knowing, given how long the pictures had been up. I had deleted them of course, but the damage was done. The vitriol in the messages and comments made it clear that people had seen it, and they were not amused. No more need to break up with Sarah, she was well aware of what I now was. Probably no need to get involved with the normally complicated planning of the family Christmas gathering, as I doubt any of them would want me there around my nieces and nephews. Unlikely to be many more drinks with the guys. Doubtful I would play football with that particular club again. Even if not everyone I was connected to had seen the graphic images, they would certainly hear about them. At least, for now, nothing related to my job seemed to have been affected. "I can't believe you did this to me" I quietly said to the pierced guy and his partner, before taking another deep draw on my cigarette. "Yeah, well, now you won't have any distractions getting in the way of servicing the many men who will want a piece of you" said the pierced guy, although I detected a slight hesitance in his voice. I was not convinced he had known his partner was going to do this. "You've destroyed my life" I said, a bit more firmly. "Your old life" the partner said. "That's not who you are anymore." "Fuck you" I replied. "That was for me to decide, not you." "Oh, he's finally growing a pair" replied the partner, sneering at me. "Bit late now though. If you'd shown you had a spine before now I might have reconsidered." Man, I had misjudged these two. Or at least the partner. I knew they were pushing me into things fast, but I never detected any malice before now. "Come on" said the pierced guy, quite gently. "We'll take you home. I think you've had enough for tonight." I was now convinced he hadn't played a part in what his partner had done. I looked at him, and then nodded. "Just you though" I said. "I'm done with your friend here." His partner sneered at me, but the pierced guy looked at him and nodded. The partner looked between the two of us, and then went back inside in a bit of a huff. "I'm sorry" said the pierced guy. "I didn't know he was going to do that." "Yeah, I figured" I replied. "I'm ruined." "You're not ruined" he said. "If your friends and family love you, they'll come around." "After I've apparently sent them graphic photos and videos of me getting gangbanged?" I responded. "Yeah" he sighed, "perhaps not." We stood looking at one another for a moment, and then he put his hand on my shoulder and encouraged me back inside. I got out of the restraints, and put my clothes and bling back on. From the sounds of it there was still plenty going on downstairs, but we slipped back outside and walked back to the car. "Where's home?" he asked. "Clapham" I replied. "But you can drop me off at a station or something." "No, that's OK" he said. "I think I owe you at least a chauffeur-driven ride home." The drive back was near silent. I mostly just stared out the window, losing myself in an increasingly panicked cycle of thoughts about what had happened and what was to follow. Sensing my deteriorating state of mind, shortly after setting out the pierced guy had pulled over, taken my phone out of my hands, put it on night mode and then handed it back, all without speaking. Thereafter I just watched the world go by, lost in my thoughts. Eventually we got back to the quiet street where Sarah and I rented an upstairs flat in a terraced house. Rather than just stopping and letting me out, he parked the car in a rare space and then sat for a moment. "Do you want to come in?" I eventually asked. Strangely, now that we were here, I felt like I needed company to stave off the panic. "Is that what you want?" he responded. "Yes" I stated. "Your partner is a cunt for what he has done to me, but you didn't know about that. Right now I don't think I want to be alone." "OK" he said, before opening the car door and climbing out. I did the same, lighting up a cigarette once I was on the pavement. We waited for a couple of minutes for me to quickly finish it, then I stubbed it out and plonked the butt into our wheelie bin. I then let us in, and we went upstairs. How things had changed since I was last there. I looked around at almost a living museum of the life I had led before the weekend. It wasn't really who I was, I knew that even while going along with it, but it was definitely a thing of the past now. I figured I would have to start the process of moving out the next day, although to go where I had no idea. I doubted I would have many offers of a spare room or sofa. "Would you like a drink?" I asked him, putting those thoughts aside for now.. "Are we here to drink?" he replied, after a pause. "I guess not" I said. Without any further words, I turned off the lights I had just switched on, and headed into the bedroom. He followed me in, and within a few minutes I was face down on the bed with his pierced cock once again buried deep up my hole. Sunday would be hell. Sunday would be the fallout. Sunday would be the first day of whatever life I was now going to be leading. But for now, I closed my eyes and just accepted my fate.

As I have posted previously in response to the rather irritating’are you clean’ question. My response is yes as I always shower before raw sex 🙄

Chapter 2 I pulled up outside Brad’s flat. There was a dim light on that I could see through the blinds. I locked the car and walked up to the door. As I was about to knock the door swung open. He must have been watching me approach, though I hadn’t seen him at the window. I walked in, the door closing behind me. Brad was there in a dark coloured bathrobe. ‘Follow me ‘ he calmly said in his deep voice, barely more than a whisper. I felt compelled to do as I was told , almost as though it was an order. He made his way into the lounge area. There was low mood lighting, and the brightest light came from the large flat screen tv on the wall. It showed a smooth sexy twink being barebacked by a hunk of an older guy. My cock rose to semi hardness straight away. Brad opened his robe and I could see a large cock, probably 7 ins long at least and thick. I had not seen a cock like it outside of a porn flick. He had a furry chest and there was a glint of metal at one of his nipples. I could see tattoos as well, a tribal design around the upper part of his chest. ‘ Strip to your boxers’ he growled. I quickly complied before he turned me round and viewed what he saw. I was sporting a boner now. His hand went down the back of my boxers and he slid a finger down the crack of my cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘come here … on your knees’ I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I sank to my knees and took his cock. I licked the shaft before swallowing the end. I had only ever given a couple of blow jobs before , and never to completion , a few years previously when just fooling around with a guy. Nothing like this. I started playing with my cock as I sucked Brads thick member. ‘suck my balls’ Brad whispered . I came off the shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. It was just a natural reaction. I was loving it. I looked up and saw more tattoos in his shaved pubic area. There was a star at one side and a scorpion at the other, again in a tribal design. They looked in keeping with the rest of his body ink and I thought nothing more of it. ‘im going to teach you all you will need to know. Have you a girlfriend?’ I nodded as Brads cock was back in my mouth. ‘Does she know you suck cock?’ I shook my head. ‘Good! Let’s keep it that way for the time being. In time you will want to tell her you are a cock sucking faggot , but for now we will keep that under wraps’ . I carried on wanking the cock in front of me. ‘this is lesson one, you will be swallowing my cum shortly. You will then leave quietly and message me when you want lesson two. I know that will be soon, you’re a natural.’ I was still rubbing my own cock but I wanted to taste my first cum load, so I went to town on Brads cock. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t explain it. ‘ Here it comes boy, don’t spill a drop’ Brads cum hit the back of my throat and I desperately tried to swallow it all. He must have been saving up a few days worth as I nearly gagged as I swallowed. I licked his shaft clean and wiped his cock on my face as I had seen it the porn flicks. ‘Dress and go ‘ Brad ordered, the sound on the porn flick now filling the room as the twink was getting a pounding. ‘thank you’ I mumbled as I dressed, and slipped out of the flat. My cock was still hard, I hadn’t cum. I got quietly in the car and drove off into the night, desperate to replay the events in my head . I got home, stripped and played with my cock until I could came , imagining lesson two. I was hooked. I needed to learn more! to be continued …….

I woke up during the late afternoon, and hauled myself off the bed. I padded through to the bathroom, took off the leather restraints and got into the shower for the second time that day, this time to clean up the remnants of the latest set of guys to use me. Once finished and towel-dried, I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself for a while. There I was, still the same guy on the outside, but now changed in so many other ways. No longer a straight guy who liked to have some fun with other men between relationships. Probably on my way to having HIV. Happy. Yes, happy. A man who is attracted to women should not be pleased about resigning himself to a life of being used by other men, but I could not deny that the decisions I had taken over the last few hours had calmed something inside me. Maybe, I wondered, this was a sign that I wasn't so straight after all, if I ever was. But yet, even in that moment of staring at whoever it was I had become, I could not deny that it was women who got me aroused. I chuckled to myself as I thought of what a psychoanalyst would do with someone whose wiring was so clearly messed up. Then there was the virus. I don't know how many of the loads I had taken on the heath had been toxic, but every single one that had gone inside me in that bedroom this morning had been. My hole had been roughed up by all those piercings, and I could not see how I was headed for anything except conversion. I had heard about some sort of drug that you could take, a bit like a morning after pill, but it did not seem to register that this was an option for me. I was going to become poz, and that's all there was to it. This was all a bit too much to think about, so I shook my head and then looked around the bathroom. I was pleased, perhaps a bit surprised, to see my watch, chains, wallet and other bits still sitting on the countertop where I had dumped it all while my clothes were put into the machine, so I re-blinged and then carried the rest back out into the bedroom. It was then that I noticed my clothes neatly folded on a chair, so clearly one of the hosts had slipped in while I was passed out. That was sweet, I thought. I got myself dressed, and then decided to open up the doors into the garden so I could have a cigarette. I wasn't sure where my hosts were, but a bit of nicotine was needed before I headed upstairs to investigate. I should probably go home too, I decided. I enjoyed the smoke in the warm afternoon sun, so lit another shortly after. Once that was done, I went back through the bedroom and upstairs. Just as I reached the hallway, the pierced guy emerged from what I could see was a big kitchen. "Ah, there's our juicy cumdump" he said, smirking at me. "Hi" I said. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Not sure" I replied. "A bit sore." "Well, not too sore I hope" he said, his expression now taking on a bit of a leer. "We have plans for you." "You do?" I asked, rather hesitantly. "Hell yes" he said. "The video from this morning are already very popular, so you're much in demand." "Video?" I croaked. "Oh yes" he said, grinning. "Every moment was captured and live-streamed, and the recording has got very popular in even just a few hours." I gulped. OK, it was one thing to have submitted myself to that gangbang, but another for it to be out there in full public view. "You...you filmed it?" I asked. "Can...can you see my face?" "Of course" he replied, as though it was nothing. "Pozzing videos are always more popular when you can see the bottom accepting their fate." At this point I mentally shut down. Somewhere, out there, was a video showing me willingly taking toxic load after toxic load. Whatever hazy plans I may have had about keeping my new life from my friends and family, there was now a good chance that my cover was going to be blown. My cousin, my sister's brother-in-law, even one of the two gay guys on my football team. Any of them could be into this stuff. "What's more" the pierced guy continued, "we've had an offer in from an acquaintance of ours who rather enjoyed having something to watch with his lunch." "What kind of offer?" I asked, glancing back up at him after staring at the floor for quite a while. "Well, he's got a load of guys assembling at his club tonight for a bit of fun together, and he thinks you will be the perfect star attraction." He paused, perhaps waiting for me to say something. "You know, sort of a live-action sequel to this morning." "Oh god" I sighed, looking back down. "You said you were free all weekend" he suggested. "No real reason to leave those guys unsatisfied, is there?" "I was going to go home" I mumbled. He walked over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son" he said, causing me to look up at him. "You bent over a log on the heath and took what was coming to you for hours last night. You didn't fight when we suggested you lie down on the bed and take on another group of men this morning. This is who you are. Just embrace it." "I'm straight" I croaked out. "Yeah, well, boo for you" he said, smiling warmly at me. "You're a cumdump, soon to be a poz cumdump. Anything else is just a distraction." I stared into his eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked back down to the floor. "Good lad" he said, patting my shoulder a couple of times. "Now, seeing as you're not going anywhere, why don't I make you a drink or two before we get you ready for tonight." "I'm hungry" I said, still looking at the floor. "For food" I added, feeling I needed to clarify what I meant. "OK" he said, "but we can't be filling you up, not with what you've got ahead of you." He turned and went back into the kitchen, and I paused for a moment before following him in to see his partner sitting at a big glass dining table reading a newspaper. "We on?" he asked, looking up at the pierced guy. "We're on" he replied, grinning at his partner. "Good lad" said the other, turning to looking at me. Good boy. Good lad. I was starting to feel like a pet dog to these two. But hey, I guess that's what I was sort of becoming...

Part 7 - The English Village He looked around the grand study of the Chalfont Weir mansion waiting for the solicitor to finish going through the details of the will line by line. Finally he handed over the keys and deeds to the mansion and grounds. "The body will be released tomorrow, you will be making the funeral arrangements?" Bodrick asked. Marcin nodded "Partly, could I ask you to help with them?" he asked. "Yes of course" Bodrick replied, "Gerald has a family plot in the Chalfont Fortis church yard". "That is fine then" Marcin confirmed, "I won't be attending as I have to go overseas". Bodrick looked up at him "I see. Whom shall I invite?" he asked. Marcin smiled "It is a village, the villagers will all turn up even if not invited" he replied. Marcin had identified the perfect location for where his master could rest peacefully during the day. The builders would be arriving tomorrow to start repairing the crumbling boundary walls then he would be heading back to Romania to move Gregor here. As of yet he was unsure what Gregor had planned but he was assuming it was start chipping away at the pure blood's family and friends. Marcin already knew that any Kovalek or Berkhoff descendants had to be removed and picked off individually and so far they had remained very well hidden, as to why that was the case he had no idea but assumed it was Gregor's way. For a summer day it was quite fascinating for Jacob who sat outside the safe house on the porch in the middle of a blizzard that had appeared out of nowhere. He was finding it hard being around Tomas knowing he was going away, despite nothing going on between them he had fallen head over heels in love with the man. He wasn’t sure how or why it happened, all the stolen glances and admiring him had left Jacob in a bit of a mess since he seemed more interested in Christian. The last couple of days had been pretty quiet and calm, Connor had been out walking for hours on his own each day. Evan and he had not spoken much about their visit to the Ulvan's, only that they would be in touch. Evan was leaving it down to Connor to tell Jacob and Christian about them since it was more of a personal matter. Tomas had his bag packed and arrangements made for their four day trip to England, apart from accompanying Christian to his parents they would also be heading Chalfont Fortis to stay with Connor's parents in the coach house. Connor had spoken to his parents explaining that Tomas and Christian would fill them in more of what was happening, his father though was quick to pick up that it had something to do with the book. Connor told his father that is no myth and he was part of it and to read a specific book held in the university that his history professor had. Christian was relieved to be going home, at least he would be able to get some clothes from his flat, see his parents before they went to Connor's village. The blizzard cleared as quickly as it arrived and Christian stood by the door waiting for Tomas as Connor came back from his walk. It wasn't only the snow that was cold as Christian watched him walking closer, Connor had never felt more distant from him and he wondered if his new intimate friendship with Jacob was the reason behind it. "Are you all set?" Connor asked approaching Christian in an awkward manner. "I think so" Christian replied looking apprehensive, "I can't help myself now with no protection". Connor felt the guilt again "You will be fine Christian, just stay close to Tomas" he said. Christian nodded and smiled "Whoever thought that a 19 year old would be hiding from a vampire". Connor laughed "We all are" he said thankful Christian was smiling, "I err..." he began saying before Tomas appeared. Tomas patted Christian on the shoulder "Right shall we get going?" he asked looking at him. Christian nodded "Take care of him Tomas" Connor said as Jacob walked in. Tomas grinned at Christian "Don't worry we will be back in four days" he assured them. Jacob came over to say good bye along with Evan, Ivan drove them down the hill to the airport for their flight to Bergen then on to London. Evan was pretty astute and picked up the weird vibe from Jacob, he put his arm around his shoulder telling him Tomas would be back in a few days. Jacob could not bring himself to look at Evan and just nodded. Their journey to Christian's home in Oxford was pretty quick and very uneventful, his parents were pleased to see him asking all about his research trip. In his head he had played over and over what to tell them, he played it down and stayed for dinner with Tomas. Unlike Connor, Christian was independent and had a room in the university dorm which meant him departing would not be seen as different. Although that night they stayed at his parents, then by morning they left with Tomas driving the rental car towards Chalfont Fortis. Seeing the signs Christian looked at him "Not far to go now" he said. "Do you know his parents and friend James?" Tomas asked turning off the main road. "I have seen a photo of his parents. You know his father is a famous historian" Christian told him. Tomas nodded "I heard he was in historical circles" he said, "What about James?". Christian shrugged "I know what he looks like but not really spoken much to him" he replied. They drove along the country roads and entered the village early afternoon approaching the church where the bridge crossed the stream. Christian noticed a large congregation in the graveyard all dressed in black and he spotted Connor's father amongst the gathering. He told Tomas to stop the car pointing out Connor's father and what must be his mother. They parked the car at the front of the church and got out, they walked slowly towards the gate, the closer they got the more Christian began feeling his body fighting and resisting stepping foot inside the church yard walls, it was pulling him back. "I can't" Christian suddenly said looking frightened, "My body knows not to stand on sacred ground". Tomas put his arm around him "Then we wait here" he said assuring him walking back to the car. "Nothing can protect me then" Christian said looking at him with a worried look, "It is worse than I thought". Tomas comforted him until he settled down and the congregation began dispersing, Christian caught sight of James leaving with his parents. As they waited by the car Edward looked over at the two strangers and nodded to his wife steering her over towards them. "Tomas, Christian?" Edward asked and they nodded, "Edward and my wife Jane" he said. "Pleased to meet you" Tomas said shaking hands with them followed by Christian. "You are reading history with Connor" Edward said shaking his hand. Christian nodded "Yes, we started working on this assignment together" he replied. Edward nodded "Some assignment that has turned out to be" he said looking at them both. "Apologies if we are interrupting your day" Tomas said looking over at the graveyard. Edward nodded "Not here, follow us back to the manor house" he told them. They followed their car across the bridge then down the country lane until they reached Fortis Manor. Christian looked at Tomas and joked that it looked even creepier than Vadimov mansion making Tomas chuckle. Exiting the car they followed on and noticed Edward looking in the glass of the door before inviting them in. "You checked didn't you?" Christian said entering behind Tomas as Edward closed the door. Edward smiled "Very observant of you. Yes I did, had to make sure you are who we are expecting". "Come in to the kitchen" Jane said taking her hat off, "I will make us some tea". Christian bravely pushed in front of Tomas "How much do you know?" he asked. Edward nodded and went to the library returning with the book placing it on the table "The book" he said. Tomas opened it and nodded "Evan's ancestors prophecy" he said to Christian looking at him. "Books like this don't appear on your doorstep for no reason" Edward said sitting down, "That much I know". "Have you known all along?" Christian asked going in to research mode. "No, I mean it took a few years until we figured it was to do with Connor's real parents" Edward replied. Christian looked at them both "But you believe this is no fairy tale?" he asked. They both nodded "Historian's keep an open mind, any kind of tale has some truth" Edward replied. Jane poured tea and sat down with them "But strange things have happened here" she said. Edward nodded and Christian was about to fire another question before Tomas put a hand on his shoulder letting Edward speak "A few days ago Gerald Smythe fell from the bank in to the stream, he banged his head and drowned in the shallow water, that is who was buried just now. He owned the Chalfont Weir estate up the road. What is strange is he never goes out a night, he is sort of a recluse and lived a solitude life. The man was nice and always chatted to Connor and James when they played in the stream by the bridge, but very much enjoyed his own company. That said he always attended church and talked to every one. What is so alarming is that he went out late at night and fell in to the stream, I mean he knows this area better than anyone. Literally the day after his death I found out that his estate and fortune had been left to some long lost relative. What is most fascinating is that I did ancestral research with Gerald a year or so back and I know there are no relatives living. Gerald was the last of the Smythe family". "So who is this so called relative?" Tomas asked looking at them both. "No one knows. He arrived back today and seen with builders inspecting the boundary walls" Jane said. "He seems to be more reclusive than Gerald was. Moved in very quickly as well" Edward informed them. Edward sat there looking at Tomas "How much danger is Connor in?" he asked tapping the book. Tomas looked at him "He is the pure blood that Kovalek seeks" he told them both. "Then we must destroy him" Jane responded, "And those around him?" she now asked. "I think you know" Tomas replied, "Kovalek will target them. For now we say no more, that way you stay safe". Edward nodded fully understanding what Tomas was saying "Then no more talk of it" he said. "Communicate by text messaging from now" Tomas added, "You know technology is beyond Kovalek". Both parents nodded "We do need to see James, Connor's friend" Tomas said. "He is coming over later, we spoke with him at the service" Jane said, "Is he safe?" she asked. “I don’t think any of us are” Christian replied straight away. Jane looked at Christian "Have you seen him Christian?" she asked, "Did he attack you?". Christian nodded "He visited us and I saw him in the street looking up at me. He wants to destroy me" he replied. Tomas looked at him waiting for more "The last time I don't want to talk about if you don't mind" Christian added. Tomas slipped a hand under the table and squeezed his leg gently, then he began reeling off the message on to Connor's parents, it was simple and direct telling them to read up on how to protect themselves and he was fine. When James came by he was surprised to see Christian and was completely confused by what he was being told to do and to wear a crucifix at all times that Tomas handed over to him. "Where is Connor now, is he in danger?" James asked looking around the table. "At the moment he is fine, I cannot tell you where he is" Tomas said. James looked at him "I want to help" he said with a defiant look. "James. Keep yourself safe and do not talk about him to anyone who asks" Christian said. James nodded "There is little you can do at the moment. You must keep yourself safe" Tomas told him. Edward stood up "The coach house has been made up for you both to stay the night" he said. The guests left and Connor's parents went back to the book reading up on Tomas's suggestion. The coach house stood at the bottom of the drive to the manor house and was comfortable for them. It had been a long day and they were both tired and needed some sleep now darkness had fallen. James walked back home to his parents forgetting all about the crucifix and still trying to fathom out everything that he had found out that day. Residing above the garage the coach house had everything they needed for the night. Tomas opening the bedroom window to let some fresh air in hoping it would cool the room down in the height of the summer evening that was warm and humid. By late evening Tomas was fast asleep but Christian woke up itching all over his body. He could hear a van of some description moving along the country lanes, he went over to the window and peered out at the distant Chalfont Weir estate house and the headlights turning out of the driveway. The itching in his body stopped and he watched the headlight heading over the bridge and out of the village. Christian jumped feeling the arms of Tomas wrap around him, he giggled as Tomas kissed the back of his neck slowly turning him around until their lips met. His kiss was instant taking Christian over and his body rose off the ground, wrapping his legs and arms around the muscular body as he kissed him deeply. He felt safe in those arms carrying him over to the bed and gently lowering him down on to his back. Christian moaned lovingly as Tomas began kissing him all over his body, his senses getting heightened and a craving taking over from each kiss. Slowly he began working back up his abdomen, taking his time then sucking on each nipple in turn. Every movement made had Christian moan louder and his body responded heaving up as his anticipation and excitement grew. The warmth of the air in the coach house and the heat in his body causing him to sweat filling the air with his scent that flowed out of the open window. His tongue ran up his chin then quickly sank in to his mouth in a long lingering kiss that seemed to go on for ever. Tomas lay between his legs and using his feet he caressed those muscular hairy legs. Slowly Tomas move one leg, then the other until he had Christian in position ready to penetrate and make love to. Tomas enjoyed sex and making love to Christian yet he felt it was not complete, hidden in his thoughts for some reason was Jacob. Staring down at Christian he slipped the head of his cock inside. Christian moaned and stared up with open eyes, his hands roaming over Tomas's back and lifting his head he kissed him before falling back feeling more of him entering in to his body. The subtle yet engaging way he penetrated up to his balls had Christian gripping on to him for life, his body craving the sex knowing how amazingly Tomas performed. Melding together as one, they kissed and his arms wrapped around Christian holding him close. His body shunting forward then back over Christian as he made love, over and over in a slow dance of sexual indulgence for them both. They had formed such a close bond through a mutual friendship and sex. Their bodies wet with sweat as the love making continued in a slow pace for nearly an hour, scared to let go of each other and only they mattered right now. Christian's scent concentrating in to water vapour and rising out through the open window filling the air around the coach house and wafting away on the warm night breeze. Tomas kissed his top lip making a low rising moan deep in his chest, his orgasm was beginning to surface. He looked down and kissed him hard moaning again and this time in to Christian's mouth. His arms tightened around Christian's beautiful body and neck holding him so close. Christian's cock trapped between their sweaty bodies began pulsing as soon as he felt Tomas reaching his sexual peak, he grabbed him around the neck pulling him closer as Tomas's climaxed, grunting loudly his body shunted up quickly and holding still. All movement stopped and Christian softly moaned feeling the rampant pulsing in his arse from Tomas ejaculating inside him, the odd jolt coming from Tomas's hips with his orgasm receding. Lifting his head he kissed Christian lovingly and staying locked in this position for several more minutes enjoying the feel of each other. Marcin stood in the entrance hall dimming the lights to a more tolerable level. He looked up at the staircase where Gregor stood before walking down and stretching his neck from the long sleep and journey to England by road. "The village?" Gregor asked walking down the last few steps. "Pretty and very English, not much in the way of non religious persons" Marcin replied. Gregor nodded "I feel a late night stroll" he said looking around the place then walking towards the doors. "The walls will be completed in a few days time" Marcin advised stepping outside with him. Gregor nodded then sniffed deeply and looked at Marcin "Master what have you picked up?" he asked. Gregor smirked "The one you marked is close by, did you not know?" he replied. "No master, I have not seen anyone around here" Marcin said looking perplexed. "Yes he is definitely here" Gregor said sniffing deeply again then smirking, "Be ready" he added Marcin bowed his head "Excellent work Marcin, yet again you please me" Gregor said. "Thank you master" Marcin said bowing his head, "The protectors are also in place at Vadimov". "Good. Tomorrow we need to find someone to meet my needs" Gregor advised him. "Of course master, I will do some research" Marcin said bowing his head again watching Gregor leave. Gliding down the long drive in the humid night air the village appeared peaceful and pleasant he thought as he got to the country lane. He sniffed turning right and walking towards the bridge. He stopped again sniffing deeply then looked down the lane, if his sense of smell was not deceiving him then the marked one was very close by now. His dark dense mist rapidly appeared and he disappeared out of sight moving rapidly down the country lane. Christian sat up having just got to sleep, his skin itching again and his body was still wet from their sex. He was wondering if he was dreaming as a shiver ran up his spine then a yearning hit his body drawing him over to the window, moving quietly so as not to disturb Tomas. He eyes focusing out in to the darkness darting left to right at the ground below the coach house. He could see the leaves on the tree moving quite elegantly in the warm night breeze. Christian felt a presence and looked over his shoulder at Tomas who was still sleeping, he looked back out of the window unsure what he was looking for. His body itched again and the yearning grew ever stronger, he was scared yet he knew Kovalek was very close. Unable to pull himself away from the window he stared long and hard in both directions long the lane that run past the coach house gates. A chill ran up his body and his eyes made contact, standing there looking up at him was Gregor Kovalek. Desperately he wanted to cry out and alert Tomas but he was unable to break away from those icy blue eyes that now had him locked in, his thoughts clouding over quickly that confused him until he saw clearly. Christian blinked and silently walked over to the stairs moving down them towards the door, his hand reached up unlocking then opening it he stepped outside. The warm air sucked in to the coach house flowing up the stairs causing Tomas to stir. He walked the few meters to the gates bare foot and naked. Gregor waited by the gate his eyes fixed on Christian, he knew that that the marked one had no way of escaping him now, Christian opened the gate stepping out of safety and the few steps until he stood face to face him. A powerful force driving him forward his head full of Kovalek’s thoughts that crushed his own burying them deep, Christian smiled and stepped closer kissing him on the mouth. Gregor fought his urge to just bite him and instead he responded slowly at first kissing him back. Christian's hands reached up resting around his neck. Gregor began to get excited, he could feel the love in this body for the pure blood and that he was now at his mercy. The words he spoke to the pure blood that night that he would take Christian first appeared to be coming true. At last he would know what it really felt like that night when he invaded Connor's head whilst they copulated, for he now had a desire to copulate with him. Gregor locked Christian in his arms wrapping them around the young man, he whimpered slightly feeling the coldness entering his back then spreading through his body. Gregor locked him in the kiss and began lowering him down on to the hard surface of the road. Christian felt body yearning again and heaved upwards wanting to feel the warmth but he was met with the icy chill that soothed his body relaxing him. Gregor kissed him deeply, his tongue tasting the young lad and the mark left in him by Marcin. Pulling his hefty cock out he lowered himself, Christian's legs rose around his waist as the tip of his cock met the warmth of his hole. Gregor raised his head at the strangest of sensations now running through his very sensitive body, his hips moved and the hole gave a little allowing him to enter his body. His cock now surrounded by warmth initiating their mating, quickly it turned cold numbing any pain that Christian might have felt. Pushing again it hit warmth then cold. Christian moaned softly pulling Gregor back down to kiss him, the stark coldness numbing any pain in his already cooling relaxed body. Readily he accepted him with his back held up by Gregor's arms, his cock gliding through impaling the young man on his nine inches of hard chilling cock. His hips began slowly undulating in waves. Gregor surprised by natural and exciting this felt, something he had not experienced for over a hundred years. The sexual feeling flowing between their bodies almost causing him to lose control of Christian, he stopped kissing him to look in his eyes but the young lad was so deeply in his control and responding to his sex. Gregor licked his lips as the intense surges of his sexual beast woke realising he was enjoying this greatly, in that flash of a moment he decided that Christian was way too valuable to destroy tonight. Instead he would keep him alive to be like him and be at his side. His thoughts returned to the matter at hand as he kissed and bit his lip drawing a little blood that he lapped up. The purity of the young man’s blood coursed through his body and he shuddered reaching orgasm and ejaculating his dark seed deep inside him. His roar from the orgasm filled the night air. The concentrated blood plasma in his semen began infiltrating rapidly in to Christian's blood stream, multiplying at speed. Already Gregor could smell his mark rising from Christian's body, looking down at the young lad watching the body and waiting for the reaction and sign that his plasma had reached the young lads heart. Tomas woke hearing the strange noise then felt the warm air and the door clanking against its hinges from the warm breeze. He woke and sat up looking around then panicked noticing Christian was gone, jumping out of bed and running over to the window seeing a tangling of bodies in the road. The dark coat and legs that were held up almost made him feel sick, he knew that Kovalek was inseminating Christian with his seed. Grabbing his bag getting the holy water and crucifix out he ran down the stairs. Christian screwed his eyes up feeling burning sensation spreading rapidly through his lower body to one side and rising upwards. He could feel his heart beginning to pound in his chest, he whimpered almost silently from the agony like he was being stabbed by sharp needles. His body shook and he began sweating profusely, the feeling now spread through every part of his body with his mutating blood being pumped out from his heard, the pure strain of Gregor's DNA reaching every blood vessel, destroying his own DNA. His body tensed then relaxed again and Gregor smiled stroking the side of his face. Slowly he was beginning to recover some control of his body and thoughts again. Gregor kissed him tenderly on the mouth "You will serve by my side, be one like me" he said seductively. Christian blinked looking up at him "What have you done to me?" he asked softly. Gregor smiled down at him "My blood is inside you now. You will never be free of me now". Tears trickled down the side of his face, he knew he didn't want this and he couldn't figure out how to fight it, his mental capacity was still blocked preventing him from resisting. This time it felt different as though he was not in his head messing with him, instead it was total control bringing them together. Gregor smiled and kissed his lower lip, his chin, under his chin. Christian moaning in pleasure as he kissed moving around and nudging his neck over to one side exposing the point where his carotid artery ran. His canine fangs quickly extended and with brutal efficiency he bit down. Christian gasped, his eyes opened wide and his body arched up going tense for a split second before it relaxed again in some floating erotic state. He knew this was bad yet he could not stop it from happening. The blood flowed easily and he sucked almost purring in delight as his body became nourished. The blood was so good and pure that he wanted to keep going, but he refrained and only took enough to keep him going and to keep the young man alive. Removing his fangs he licked the spot sealing the artery up but leaving two distinct vampire marks. Gregor smiled at how wonderfully pure the blood was and he could taste his own blood that now dominated the body, it was making him feel even stronger. With Christian's blood nourishing his body he smiled down ready to curse him to the darkness. He got to his knees kneeling over Christian and made a cut with his fingernail across the palm of his hand drawing blood, he wouldn't have long before it healed itself and all needed now was Christian to take his blood in its purest form. Tomas came tearing out shouting at Gregor who held Christian's mouth open. Gregor looked at Tomas and squeezed his palm forming a drop of blood and staring in to Christian's eyes. In his head he could hear Tomas's voice, yet he was powerless again as he stared in to those icy blue eyes with a desperate need to be with Gregor. Tomas panicked and threw the crucifix he was carrying at Gregor. It hit Gregor on the back putting him off just enough, the drop of blood landing on Christian's chin. His back burned and he stood up facing Tomas with menacing look realising the man coming to him was a protector from Romania and potentially dangerous. Tomas still half asleep didn't think of the consequences, he needed to stop Christian taking any blood. Gregor smirked opening his arms and he barraged fast towards Tomas taking him by surprise, he managed to smear his cursed blood across the protector’s lips as their bodies crashed together. Tomas spun around disorientated then found himself standing their staring in to the icy blue eyes. Tomas felt the full power of his gaze twisting the thoughts in his head as his body was now pulled forward uncontrollably. Unable to take his eyes off from their fixation on Gregor's he fell in to his arms that closed around him swiftly spinning him over on to his back landing on the road. With eye contact finally broken Tomas tried to reach for his crucifix but Gregor grabbed his arms holding them with one hand. Extending his fangs his jabbed the palm of his free hand then held it over Tomas's mouth. He closed his eyes to stop himself looking at him, his lips tightly closed as drops of blood landed on them, he could taste blood already seeping in to his mouth. He fought to keep his eyes closed for if he opened them he knew Gregor could get in his head then curse him to darkness. Gregor sat across Tomas pinning him down, he began freaking out hearing Gregor beginning to recite a curse above him "Bad blood of Christ be gone. The protector sins, drops of cursed blood now pass your lips. Your body to repel, thou shalt no longer bear his protection and be marked". Tomas pushed and heaved with all his might trying to push Gregor off, tasting yet even more blood passing his lips in to his mouth. No matter how much he tried not to swallow the blood trickled down in to his throat. Gregor stood laughing then turned his head as Edward came down the path holding the bible and cross aloft. He couldn't risk taking Christian now as the man got closer and closer and he could feel the heat radiating from the combined strength of the two religious artefacts beginning to affect him. Gregor launched himself towards Edward at speed. His hands went up holding his coat tail open as the dark swirls of mist filled the air and he disappeared. A rush of wind and dust blew Edward off his feet before a weird silence now hit the air around him, he stood and looked at Christian who lay still, Tomas writhing in pain holding his stomach as the effects of the blood and curse began to take hold of his body expelling his protection. Struggling to remove the crucifix around his neck as the pain grew in intensity inside his body. Edward ran over to help Tomas, he had no idea what he was doing and noticed that Tomas was struggling to get the crucifix away. Edward grabbed the chain and abruptly ripped it from Tomas's neck. He checked Tomas and he didn't appear to be showing any wounds so he went over to check on Christian. He had spats of blood on his chin and a bite mark on his neck, he was breathing and what looked like sleeping with a hint of a smile on his face. Tomas cried out in agony hunched up in a ball as the pain seared through his body, his muscles cramping and spasms jolting in his body. Suddenly Tomas went quiet and sat up then called over to Edward telling him to take Christian inside. He picked up a limp Christian then helped Tomas to his feet who again was letting out agonising cries and bending over as they stumbled up to the manor house. Jane came running out and took over helping Tomas and inside the safety of the manor house. Edward looked over to Jane "Kovalek is here in Chalfont Weir" he said looking worried. She nodded "He has come for Connor?" she asked in a hushed tone. Tomas sat up breathing hard "Yes, this place is not safe for you both" he said then cried out. "What can I do to help this?" Jane asked rushing over to Tomas. He cried out again "Noth... Nothing" he managed to say, "Blood... On Christian's chin wipe it away". Jane nodded understanding what he was saying and the urgency in his voice, she grabbed a cloth and went over to Christian wiping the blood off his chin and the drop on his cheek. Tomas bent over again going silent clenching his stomach and falling to his knees, he stayed in that position for several minutes before he straightened up looking ghostly white and dazed. "What happened?" Edward asked kneeling down in front of him. "He cursed me" Tomas replied through agonising breaths, "I will be alright" he said. Connor's parents looked at each other "What did the book say?" Jane asked her husband. Edward shook his head "There is no mention of curses of redactions for them" he replied. Tomas cried in agony again then looked at Edward "He was about to take Christian" he said. "Is he going to be alright?" Jane asked looking at Christian. Tomas nodded "It takes time for the bite effect in his body to wear off" he replied standing up. "And you?" Jane asked, "Are you going to be alright Tomas?" she sounded scared looking at him. "I took his blood. My protection is gone" Tomas said breathing hard, "Once it is done I will be fine". Tomas was now in the same position as Christian with no protection from Gregor. In effect he was now marked making them both easy targets for Gregor. It was a few hours before the curse and blood in Tomas had eased from gaining control of his body. His focus was now Christian and explaining to Connor's parents he would need to take Christian and himself off to Svalbard first thing in the morning. If not then Kovalek would return night after night until he succeeded. Christian opened his eyes and moaned trying to sit upright. He looked at the worried look on Tomas's and Connor's parents faces. "What happened?" Christian asked looking bewildered, "I feel so tired... So tired" he said. "Rest Christian" Tomas said easing him back down on the bed, "In the morning we leave". Christian felt his neck and the indentations "He got me didn't he?" he asked beginning to remember. Tomas nodded "I am so sorry Christian, I failed to keep you safe" he said visibly upset. Christian stroked his arm "It was not you" he said looking up at him, "He controls me". "I still failed Christian" Tomas said looking at him, "What do you mean controls you?" he asked. Christian gazed at him looking deathly white as his eyes closed and fell in to a deep sleep. Edward came over and picked him up and carried him to Connor's bedroom assuring Tomas he would be safe there. The pains in Tomas's body had now stopped, inside he was now having the strangest feeling that resonated to what Christian said after they rescued him. He followed Edward and laid on the bed next to him. His one job in life to protect and he felt like he had failed, how Kovalek over powered him with such ease and strength was mind boggling. Edward and Jane left them alone to get some sleep, they were both in shock at what had happened and sleep did not come easy for anyone in the manor except Christian. Edward was finding the whole thing surreal having seen a vampire in real life. Not even he could have imagined coming face to face with one despite lecturing about them years ago. In the early hours of the morning he watched the weird light in the sky lost in his own thoughts and unable to sleep. Connor got out of bed unable to sleep with worry since they had not heard from Tomas or Christian, opening the blackout shutters the dull light hitting him at this ridiculous time of 2am. He dressed and walked downstairs deciding to get some fresh air when he walked outside spotting Jacob sat there staring at the sky. "Can't sleep either?" Connor asked catching Jacob by surprise. "No" Jacob replied looking at him sitting next to him, "It is so weird how it never gets dark". Connor chuckled "Yeah, kind of breaks what is normal for us, but here it is normal" he said. Jacob nodded "Worried about them?" he asked glancing at Connor. "A bit but I am sure they are okay" Connor replied as Jacob held his hand. "Thank you for rescuing me" Jacob said kissing his hand, "I still can't remember much about it". Connor looked at him "How will things be normal after all of this?" Jacob asked. "No idea" Connor replied, "It will either end well or go horribly wrong" he said then laughed. Jacob glanced at him laughing then kissed him on the cheek. Connor looked at him momentarily then pulled him in kissing him frantically and hauling Jacob to his feet. Jacob grabbed his cock rubbing it and they stumbled back inside and moved quickly upstairs to Connor's bedroom. Clothes flew in the air, heated passion exuded all around them as they fell on to the bed locking their arms around each other. Jacob pulled away and turned around looking at Connor over his shoulder wriggling his arse and grinning. Connor rubbing his foreskin back growled shuffling up the bed, spitting at his hole then pushing his cock deep inside Jacob who cried loudly in to the pillow yet still pushing his arse back wanting more. Grabbing his hips and holding Jacob steady he began delivery long deep thrusts using the entire length of his cock from tip to base, over and over he did this and more and more Jacob pushed back every time he went balls deep. Connor grabbed him around the waist pulling him up until Jacob was sat astride on his cock, they kissed passionately for several minutes as Connor ground his cock in to him. His fingers playing with Jacob's nipples until his arms circled around his body holding him down firmly on his cock. A pure erotic smile appeared on Jacob's mouth as he felt the subtle movement of Connor's cock deep inside. His hips began moving slowly at first then gradually picked up speed, kissing between changes in tempo whilst Jacob played with his cock. He moaned feeling the tempo enter a steady rapid pace and Connor began to breathe erratically. Just those changes were enough to bring Jacob to orgasm, his head rolled back resting against Connor's neck. Shooting his load his arse pushed back harder and Connor responded going faster and faster until he peaked. His arms tightened their hold on Jacob and his hips thrusted up hard releasing days of back up seed in to Jacob. He waited until he felt Connor relax and he kissed him passionately holding his head close and feeling the warmth of their bodies together. Connor pulled Jacob back until he was sat impaled on his cock, both sighing happily. Connor moved his cock out and fell on to his back pulling Jacob with him "I needed that" he said. Jacob chuckled "Certainly seemed like it" he said playing with Connor's nipples. Connor smiled kissing him on the head "Is there something between you and Christian?" Jacob asked. "We are in the same lecture at university and did this research together" Connor replied. Jacob leaned up looking at him "That is how we have all ended up in this mess!" he remarked. "It was never supposed to be anything like this" Connor replied staring up at the ceiling. Jacob licked Connor's right nipple "I think you should talk to Christian, he likes you a lot". "Maybe" Connor said without commitment, "How about you sit on this and sort it out again?" he asked. "Happy to" Jacob replied climbing on top, "But talk to him Connor, don't lose what you could have". Connor smiled and moaned feeling Jacob's arse surrounding his cock, looking at Jacob only served to confirm that he was not in love with Jacob just yet. Maybe he was right and his heart’s desire does lie with Christian, but he couldn't deny that Jacob was ruling his heart right now though the pleasure he was providing. Tomas woke up and saw Christian sitting on the side of the bed looking out of the window at the changing colours of daylight and the sun rising over the hills. He sat up and put a hand on Christian's shoulder, he turned to look at Tomas with his face now etched in worry and fear. Silently Tomas slid over the bed and wrapped Christian in his arms holding him tight. “Why me?” Christian asked looking frightened more than ever, “Why is he picking on me?”. Tomas squeezed him in comfort “I think he knows of your hidden desire for Connor” he replied. Christian nodded “You mean by getting to me he will get to Connor” he now asked. Tomas nodded "I failed you last night" he said unable to hide his emotions in his voice. Christian stared out the window "He knows I am weak" he said after a pause, "I want me to join him". Tomas hugged him "I won't let it happen Christian" he said feeling him breaking down in his arms. Christian shook his head "I don't know how stop this from happening" he said wiping his eyes. "We will fight him off whatever it takes" Tomas said trying to reassure him. "It is no good" Christian said, "He has this control over my body, and he knew I was here". Edward knocked on the door "Guys Jane has done breakfast if you want to come down" he said. Christian turned and nodded "Thank you Edward" he said. After breakfast they set off for the airport with Edward and Jane refusing to lease Chalfont Fortis telling them they would be okay and someone needed to keep an eye on the Chalfont Weir estate if that is where they suspect Kovalek was residing. On the flight to Oslo Christian remained very quiet and subdued, he constantly pulled his jumper up to cover the bite mark on his neck. Tomas kept looking at him, he had a very loving fondness for Christian that kept drawing them to sex. Right now he needed to keep his head clear and focus on getting the job done.

Agreed. Even on the slowest day I ever spent at a bathhouse, there was never a moment when a hole was unavailable. If you’re too picky, too timid, or too embarrassed to take advantage of what’s right in front of you, you have no one to blame but yourself. As to the suggestion some have made that he might have taken a Viagra, a couple of things to note: Firstly, Viagra has no effect on erection in the absence of sexual stimulation. An erection occurs because nitrous oxide naturally produced in the penis when stimulated relaxes the smooth muscle tissue in the corpus cavernosum, allowing more blood to enter and swell the organ. Viagra simply enhances the effect of the nitrous oxide, but there has to be nitrous oxide produced for it to have anything to enhance. In other words, you have to at least be thinking about fucking for Viagra to do anything. Viagra doesn’t force you to have an erection, unlike treatments such as Caverject (which requires needle injection directly into the cock), which hardens you no matter what you’re thinking. Secondly, the peak efficacy of Viagra after administration is approximately an hour, and then the effect rapidly diminishes. By about four hours, the compound is largely metabolized. So in order for this dude to have a Viagra-induced aching hardon, he would have probably had to take it within an hour of getting ready to leave, and that makes little sense, especially given that he turned down an offer to fuck.

Don't kid yourself, he knew exactly who you were and he was probably turned on by it. So if he comes back for more, then just enjoy yourself and stop stressing. Life is too short.

Well, that's a bit over-reactive, as I see it. You could run into anyone on the apps, whether you ever knew them or not. I also think the final phrase - while in common usage - is a bit regrettable. That's for sure. I don't see how this is much more than a tea cups worth of tempest. The former student surely recognized him, and wanted to have sex. I don't see the enormity of this event.

I've only been asked a few times post fuck, but one time a guy asked me in a club after fucking me 'Are you neg?', to which I replied 'as far as I'm aware, I was neg at my last test, but have taken loads since', he then said 'well maybe not for much longer then' and went to walk away. I grabbed his arm and 'said, if you're saying what I assume you're saying you better fuck me again to make sure', so he did 🙂 I have also said to other guys 'as far as I'm aware yes', which another guy said 'what do you mean?' so I replied, 'well I get tested every 3 months, my last test was negative, but I have been fucked by other guys as well as you, so who knows until I next test' he didn't like that, but wtf, he asked and got as truthful answer.

I didn’t know how long I had been there for. I had lost count of the number of guys who had fucked and bred me. It might have been a lot or maybe just a few. I was exhausted, I was still sweating profusely, feeling hot as fuck. The sheet covering the mattress was drenched in sweat and cum. A bottle of poppers which had not been closed tightly enough was soaking the pillow, diffusing the strong scent across the small room. The place was reeking of man sweat, and I finally noticed the smell was coming from me. My ass had been empty for maybe a few minutes and I thought it was over. I was still blindfolded and couldn’t see if my room was empty or not. My senses were all messed up. My mouth was dry. I needed some air and water. I moved to get up with difficulty, but I was immediately pushed back down by a firm hand on my chest. “I’m not done with you, boy. It’s my turn” a deep voice said. I was out of breath, with my head buzzing, and couldn’t even form a sentence to answer. “I gave your ass to all those guys, you don’t think I deserve a go?”. “Yes” I managed to say. Fingers were inside my hole. “Look at this, you’re dripping cum” as cummy fingers were being pushed into my mouth. “Lick” I was ordered. As I was obeying, I felt a dick entering my ass again. “So good! No need for lube, sliding right in”. I could feel a breath in my neck, some chest fur rubbing on my body. I was feeling a heavy body weighing on mine, fit but not muscular. My hands were held firmly above my head by a strong grip. The breathing was now close to my ear. “I loved watching you taking loads after loads, like the good slut you are” was whispered in my ear. “I love stupid boys like you. You took whatever I gave you, you took all the loads I told you to take, no questions”. “Now you’ll have to face the consequences.”

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.

For sometime I like to only play with older 60+ tops. They are all more experienced and I find most are kinky as hell. With the invention of the blue pill they last as long as the younger guys. I have a small group of 60+ guys I play with regularly and anything I come up with they will do. They also come up with very interesting ideas..😁

I've had sex with literally thousands of men. Older men are better at it every time.

I will be there. i ill be offering a seminar on Promiscuous living and will be on a couple panels and probably the demo bottom for the fisting class, The rest of the time i will be getting slack ass used like it's made for. And filming a porn scene or two.

Chapter 7: The Experiment Joey looked curiously at the blank stare on Dean’s face as he examined the print-out. “What is it, Dean?” The answer he got was the last thing he expected. “Nora… Nora Ludlow. Joey – we’re cousins.” “Whaaa…? No fucking way!” “We are. Third cousins…, let me see…, yeah, that’s right. Third cousins once removed.” “How do you figure?” “Nora Ludlow is my great-great-grandmother, all the way through the maternal line.” Joey thought about that for a second. “So she’s Deidra’s great-grandmother.” “Yes, she is. Mom told Dayna and I about some of the things she’d learned or guessed about Nora, and I found more when I did my Ancestry research – probably the same things you’ve found.” Joey took a minute or so to ponder that one. “So this means that we presume that any descendant of Nora Ludlow, through her female descendants, would have some sort of shifting powers just as the four of us do.” “That’s right – and it’s likely to be a broad field because Nora had no sons, but she had three daughters. Mom didn’t know anything about any of them except Lucy, the eldest, who was her grandmother.” “Margaret, the youngest, who was my great-great-grandmother, had five more daughters and one son who died young with no children.” “That’s a lot of potential lines of descent to try to trace. But if you’re up for it….” “Damn right I am, Dean. If I tackle all of Margaret’s descendants….” “…and I take on the middle sister – what was her name?” Dean glanced over the paper again. “I’ll handle Sarah’s family lines and see what turns up there.” “Are you going to tell Deidra and Dayna about this?” Joey asked. “I think not, at least not for now. Let’s see what we come up with and then report to them.” You’re a bit late for that! The indignant voice made Dean jump. “Dayna? Where are you?” At home. And I think you’ve got some nerve trying to cut me out of this hunting expedition that you two are busily planning. Dean was beyond astonished. It was unquestionably Dayna’s voice, her tones, her air of exasperation, and yet it was all in his head. That he knew at once, because Joey was staring at him as if he’d gone clear off his rocker. “Dean? Who are you talking to?” “It’s Dayna. I heard her voice – just like that voice that told us we were beginning to see the big picture. In my head… in my body… all through me, she was talking to me.” Joey’s eyes got big and round like dinner plates. “I didn’t hear her. I’m going to call her right now.” He picked up his phone and began to enter the PIN code. Put that thing down, Joey, we don’t need to use it. This time they both heard her. Dean shook his head in bewilderment, then got a grip on his fast-scattering sanity. And shot a thought back at her. Okay, this has gone beyond weird. Dayna, where at home are you? In my living room, ignoring the Netflix series I was watching until you guys interrupted me. The asperity in the tone of her thought was unquestionably authentic Dayna. Dean replied, also in thought. We’re coming over. Right now. Before anyone could protest, he grabbed Joey, blinked, and the two of them were sitting in Dayna’s apartment. Dayna looked at Joey. Joey, her thought said, can you talk to me like this? Dean just did it. Yes. Oh my God! To Joey’s own obvious astonishment, it had worked. What the hell has just happened to the three of us? All three of them stared blankly at each other, each giving a variant of the classic “don’t look at me” or “I didn’t do it” expression. Suddenly, another angle occurred to Joey. What about Deidra? I don’t know. Mom? Mom!!?? Mom? Are you there? Deidra? Can you hear me? Dayna shrugged, returning to spoken words. “Plainly, this doesn’t include her. At least, not yet. I’m sure of that because I suddenly came into the conversation with a snap – and I mean to say that I actually heard a kind of snapping or clicking sound – as soon as you mentioned the name of Nora Ludlow.” The conversation that followed kept right on rolling along, sometimes verbally, sometimes mentally, for a good solid three hours or more, long into the depths of the night. The theme went in circles, with whole patches of the discussion repeating themselves, often with the same things being said in the same words, but by different people. They ricocheted back and forth from Nora Ludlow to the mystery voice, from the powers of shifting to this sudden power of conversing in their thoughts. All of them were plainly struggling to grasp the strangeness of this event and wondering how much, if any, of it was connected to the lines of descent from Nora Ludlow which they were hoping to trace. Even more, they were struggling with the sense that any possible feeling of normality in their lives had just developed little feathered wings and flown out the window, never to return. In the end, it was Dayna who, returning again to words, tried to sum it all up. “So, this is what we’ve got clear so far. All three of us have suddenly developed a full-blown power to communicate with each other in thought. We hear it clearly in the form of words, spoken in each other’s voices, but with no one actually physically speaking. “So far, no one else seems to share it – specifically Mom. We are sure, though, that it almost certainly has something to do with the shifting power that we all inherited from, or by way of, Nora Ludlow. We don’t know why it’s just the three of us, but we have a theory that it connects Dean and I, because we’re twins, and Joey because he’s so closely bonded in love with Dean. Sound about right?” All three agreed that this pretty much summed up the picture as of that moment. And then, the picture was promptly turned on its head again as the strange voice which the boys had heard once before recurred in their heads – and, this time, in Dayna’s head too: You are experiencing the next stage of the experiment. You are surprised. It was to be expected. This was followed by what could only be described as a dry, sardonic chuckle. Much to his own surprise, Joey fired back. Who are you? Why are you doing this to us? The other two looked at him, aghast. It was as if Joey were questioning the voice of the gods, a thing that no sane, intelligent person should ever do. There came that ironic little laugh again. We are your future. We are not doing anything to you, except to help you continue your natural progress to the next stage of existence. Ask no questions of us. Ask yourselves. That final pair of commands was as definitive, as unyielding, as unmistakably authoritative as it could well be. The neutrality of the strange voice’s tone, because of its pleasant familiarity, made the force of the commands all the more startling. After that clear edict, they heard the voice no more at that time – although none of the three of them doubted that its owner was fully aware of their every thought and every word. That in itself was a mightily disconcerting realization. The most brutal dictators who had ever walked the earth had not known the capability of tracking a human being’s entire thought process as this anonymous “we” most certainly could do. After the voice had fallen silent, all three of them experienced a sudden, overwhelming sleepiness, just as Dean and Joey had felt when they had first heard it. The boys gave Dayna a quick hug and kiss, and then embraced and vanished. Dayna had just about enough conscious energy left to walk to her bedroom and kick off her slippers, then she dropped her bathrobe, hit the bed, and went out like a light. Dean and Joey, reappearing in their bedroom, didn’t last any longer, flopping onto their bed as soon as they’d removed their shoes, and falling sound asleep in the middle of a goodnight kiss. In the morning, all three of them were left wondering if they’d had a nightmare. But, as Joey soon pointed out when Dean made that suggestion, it would be a rather unusual dream if he and Dean had experienced the same one, and both of them were sure that Dayna would also recall it in vivid detail. So they had to accept that it had really happened. It was also Joey who suggested that they not conduct a lot of idle chatter in their thoughts, saving it for major or serious discussions – to which all three of them had agreed. As Joey himself said later, “I could just see myself, trying to explain to a passenger how to make a connection through Toronto airport for an international flight, and having a conversation about weekend dinner plans racketing around in my head at the same time!” Joey and Dayna were both grateful to have a day off, and Dean had called in and booked off sick for the day. That left them free to conduct the continuation of the meeting. Instead of using the “express route” as Joey liked to call it, the boys took the car, enjoying the brilliant sunshine during a leisurely drive down the old coastal highway, past the heights of Torrey Pines and the rugged cliffs of La Jolla. After some further conversation, stretching through much of the day, the three of them finally decided that the boys would carry on as they’d planned with digging into the lines of descent from Nora Ludlow. It would make sense, they all felt, if they had some idea how many people this thing encompassed. As Dayna observed, with a giggle, “It might even be good for a laugh if we find out that one of us is working with one of them.” They also reaffirmed the decision not to tell Deidra, unless she showed signs of thought communication as well. Meanwhile, Dayna said she would do some research of her own on the problem. She didn’t say what it would be. Dean growled that he couldn’t understand why she always wanted to be so mysterious and secretive, because he wasn’t like that at all. Joey decided to keep quiet about Dean’s long list of quiet little escapades through the years – and then realized that he and Dayna were both laughing at Dean. She knew, all right. That night, as they got undressed, Joey brought up another problem. “Dean, do you think anybody… somebody… might be listening in when we get into bed and start fucking?” Dean’s eyes got comically big and round. But he quickly recovered. “There’s not much doubt that the mystery voice can or could be listening in to every single moment of what’s going on in our lives and minds. No point worrying about that. Anyone else? I’m going to assume it’s a ‘No’ until I hear otherwise. Come on, Joey, I’m feeling rowdy -- and I’ll be damned if I’m going to give up on sex because of this. Besides, I’ve got something new I’d like to try out.” The next half-hour or so passed in a delightful state of experimentation of a totally different kind altogether. Dean’s “something new” turned out to be a new toy, a vibrating butt plug which could be inflated after being inserted. That brought it right up against Dean’s prostate with no trouble at all. Joey then had a field day, playing with the control knob to flick the speed up and down, driving Dean into a state of completely uncontrollable sexual abandon. It took less than ten minutes of this treatment to bring Dean to an earth-shattering orgasm: hands-free, vocal, and very loud. By now, Joey simply had to take a turn and feel for himself the sensations that were driving Dean into such a state of utter sexual madness. Joey was so horny himself by this time that it took only about three minutes, lying on his back with the toy vibrating inside him, and with Dean manipulating the speed control, before his mouth flew open and he cried out, “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” His cock jumped up and down above his abs as sperm flew out in every direction, while his hands were grabbing up fistfuls of the sheets and his head was slamming back and forth on the pillow. “Wow,” Dean said, watching in awe as Joey experienced this climax for the ages. “This thing really means business, doesn’t it?” “Never mind that, Dean, get over here and get inside me. I need your cock in my ass. Shove it in here and fuck my brains out!” Dean eased the toy out, and then slid his cock into Joey’s gaping ass. He began fucking Joey, hitting his prostate on each stroke, and suddenly Joey’s head was slamming from side to side on the pillow again and he was crying in ecstasy as Dean’s cock kept nailing the button. Dean only needed five minutes of steady fucking to build up and cum again inside Joey, but for that whole time Joey was flailing around on the bed in a continuous state of frantic arousal, his tunnel grabbing fiercely at Dean’s tool and his hands grasping and clawing at Dean’s back. His desperate, demanding passion got to Dean too, and drove him to plow Joey faster and faster, the two of them coupling together and fucking like wild animals until Dean at last erupted, blasting one of the biggest loads of his life inside Joey’s spasming ass, and then collapsing across Joey’s quivering body, the insane fucking motions finally slowing to a halt. They lay there, still joined together, both gasping for breath as their heart rates slowly declined back to normal. Joey gasped. “Damn, I feel like I’ve just been fucked by Superman!” Dean chuckled. “Hmm, there’s a thought for a career move.” “My ass is going to be sooo sore in the morning.” “How do you think my back will feel? You really should trim your nails more often!” The two of them got out of bed long enough for Joey to check Dean’s back and kiss some of the scratches to make them better, adding some ointment for good measure to one or two of the deeper ones. Then they went back to bed and fell asleep, cuddled up together. When they woke up in the morning, both of them were feeling much happier, and by a very wide margin. So was Dayna, when she called them later that day to talk about future plans. That’s when the boys let her know they were going away on a holiday together, for two weeks. “A holiday? A holiday??? We’ve got this huge research problem on our hands and you two are going away on a flipping holiday???” “Just for the record, Dayna, because of Joey’s crazy work schedule, this two weeks is actually going to be the longest number of consecutive days we’ve ever spent together. A little minor detail you may have overlooked when you were pushing us so hard to become officially a couple.” There was a moment’s silence before Dayna replied. “You’re right – and I’m sorry. Yes, I get it. You two really need an extended chance to actually get to know each other in depth and detail.” Joey chuckled. “Detail, certainly. Depth? Umm, Dean’s already got that covered pretty thoroughly.” “Joey!” Dayna was plainly cringing. “Too Much Information!” They all laughed at that shot, and then Dayna went on. “So, where are you going? Inquiring minds want to know!” “We’re starting off with a week at a quiet place in Mexico, Isla Holbox, and then we’re flying to Miami and picking up a gay cruise for the second week.” “Sounds like a pretty wild time, boys. Joey, you’d better be careful on that cruise, don’t let some younger hottie come along and steal Dean away from you!” “I’m not actually too worried about that. Not to sound too smug or anything, but after all, Dayna, you have to admit that I have assets that none of the hotties who are going to be on the cruise can even touch.” That made all of them laugh again. The first week of their holiday was a time of pure magic for the two of them. A small quiet resort on a lightly-populated island, full of beautiful beaches waiting to be discovered – it turned out to be the perfect place for Dean and Joey to get to know each other fully and to get in tune with each other’s vibes on all kinds of little details in life. Awesome meals of freshly-caught seafood punctuated long, idle hours on the beaches and snorkeling expeditions in the crystal-clear waters. It turned out to be just the week they needed, both of them, to set aside the sometimes-frantic pace of their daily lives and slip into a quieter mode where there was always more than enough time for each other, and for whatever they felt like doing from day to day. Each night ended with them sharing time together in their private plunge pool, with a nightcap, and then climbing into the super-oversized bed in their cottage and sleeping in each other’s arms – sometimes after a good resounding fuck, sometimes not. The gay cruise was another matter altogether. On a ship which could nominally carry three thousand passengers, there were something like four thousand men actually on hand. Every third and fourth berth, every sofa bed, had been sold, and there were times when it seemed like the entire four thousand had all gathered in the same place – usually the big three-decks-deep open well around the two main swimming pools. On the days at sea, those areas were standing room only, all day, every day. Port days were a bit calmer, but only a bit. Nights were rowdy as hell, too, with parties going on in every public space, and every hall featuring a handful of cabins (or more) from which the sounds of slapping flesh, groaning voices, and “aw, fucks” emerged for everyone to hear. Dean and Joey were far from being shrinking violets in this crowd. They might have been a newly-minted couple, but their appetite for playing around wasn’t slaked by any means. The only rule they’d set ahead of time for themselves was that they would always play together, ensuring a string of threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. Even in a jam-packed shipload of hot guys, Joey stood out as much for his confident manner as for his awesome skin tone, perfectly highlighted by a pale yellow speedo with G-string sides and a back seam that perfectly highlighted his ass crack, along with a matching tank top also featuring minimal sides. Dean wasn’t about to be left behind, either, even if his more assorted pool gear wasn’t quite as eye-catching. It was on the fourth day that Dean asked Joey, in their cabin, if it wasn’t tedious wearing the same thing every day. Joey wordlessly opened his bag, showing Dean three identical swimsuits and tank tops. Both of them also came up with suitably stylish and eye-catching evening outfits. The fun began the very first night out, when Dean and Joey were approached at the Midnight Swim Party by a cute young pair of twinks, one Black and one Asian. Both boys took every opportunity to turn around and rub their lush asses against Dean’s and Joey’s bulges, making it perfectly obvious what they wanted. Joey was inclined to be cautious. “How old are you fellows?” Adrian answered, “We’re both twenty-one – had to be that old to get our own cabin.” Dean looked at Joey, caught his eye, winked, and Joey nodded eagerly. “Come to our cabin, boys?’ The twinks, whose names were Lamar (the black one), and Adrian (the Asian one), eagerly followed along. In no time flat, they were up on all fours on the bed, their swimsuits in a heap on the floor, and Joey and Dean were eating ass for all they were worth. Meanwhile, Lamar was showing an active streak of his own, maneuvering around until he could reach Adrian and begin making out with him. Dean was the first one to up his game. As soon as he felt the ass he was eating begin to loosen, he pushed Lamar flat on his face on the bed. Then he placed his cock in between those beautifully rounded ass cheeks, teasing Lamar’s hole until Lamar began begging for it. That’s when Dean leaned on him, sliding slowly into that cute little boy hole. As soon as Joey felt Adrian’s ass softening and opening, he noticed that Dean was already beginning to fuck Lamar. Joey stood up and rolled Adrian onto his back, telling him to lift his legs up. Then Joey planted his cock against Adrian’s knot and pushed slowly into him, opening him up and wrenching a loud groan out of Adrian’s throat. Before long, the two older men were hammering hard into the tight asses of the two younger ones, butt-blasting them for all they were worth. It was Joey who first asked Adrian, “I’m gonna cum – where do you want it?” Adrian gasped, “Inside me, dammit – give me your whole load up inside me!” Lamar was right behind him. “Fuck, yeah, I want that sperm deep in my ass.” It was all Joey and Dean needed to hear. Working almost in sync, they pounded harder and harder and then let it fly. Joey shot first, but Dean was only seconds behind him. Dean liked to keep fucking and driving as he spurted inside Lamar’s hole, but Joey preferred to just jam it all the way in and let Adrian feel his cock flexing in the hole as his seed pumped, shot by shot, into Adrian’s young fuck tunnel. Lamar moaned, “Keep fucking me, I’m almost there.” But Dean stopped dead, looked at Joey for a moment, and then barked, “Switch!” “Oh, fuck,” Adrian groaned with considerable feeling as Dean slammed into him moments after Joey had pulled out. Lamar, too, was plainly enjoying the feeling of Joey’s cock stroking him in some different places from where he’d been feeling Dean previously. The second fuck went on a lot longer. Lamar came quickly, but immediately started stroking his cock again, ready and willing to go for another load. Dean pulled out of Adrian for a minute, and said, “Let’s see you two in a sixty-nine while we start fucking you again.” Adrian crawled on top of Lamar, sucking his big cock deep, and dropping his own tool down into Lamar’s mouth. Before long, the two youngsters were sucking eagerly on each other as Dean and Joey fucked them into next year, creating a wild scene that would have done credit to a porn movie. Lamar actually came down Adrian’s throat, and had Adrian swallowing his load, but immediately pushed his cock back into Adrian’s mouth. That set Adrian off too, giving Lamar a load to swallow. Adrian, too, immediately shoved his tool back into Lamar’s mouth. Finally, Dean felt his second load starting to move up into position and warned Joey. “I’m about to cum again – let’s give these guys their rewards.” Joey nodded agreement, and the two of them began pounding fast and furiously enough to cause the younger fellows to leave off their cock sucking. This time it was Dean who came first, pumping a more-than-respectable load into Adrian’s no-longer-tight ass, while Joey blew off into Lamar’s butt only seconds later, again depositing a big wad of cum into a young ass. For the last act, Dean and Joey moved up, sucking their combined loads out of the boys’ asses, and then crawling up over them to drizzle all the cum down into their mouths and make out, swapping cum with their two bottoms and with each other, until all that combined flood of cum had been thoroughly mixed and completely swallowed. An even wilder scene unfolded on the last full day of the trip, a sea day. As Dean and Joey lay together by the smaller pool at the stern, a shadow fell across them. They both looked up to see an awesomely muscled giant bear looking at them with a meaning smile. “Hey, fellows,” he said in a deep, rumbling voice, “my buddy and would love to have some fun with you two. You up for it?” Again, they looked at each other, nodded, and gathered up their stuff, following the muscle bear to the door into the ship’s interior, where an older but equally impressive guy waited for them. It was a short walk down two flights of stairs, and along the hall to a door of one of the stern-facing cabins. It was a suite, still compact but much bigger than their own, and with a beautiful broad balcony facing out over the stern. “I’m Matt and this is Greg,” the stud rumbled at them. Joey headed immediately into Matt’s arms and began making out with him, while Greg took Dean over to the bed and began undressing him right away. Once Dean’s t-shirt and speedo were on the floor, he knelt down and began gumming and sucking on the bulge in Greg’s shorts. It had looked big already when he started, but it kept getting even bigger and harder as he worked on it, until Dean began wondering what in hell he had let himself in for. Dean figured it was time to find out. He locked his fingers into the waistband, pulled out and untied the drawstrings, and eased Greg’s shorts down, releasing a thick snake that was already well past eight inches, and still growing. He went to suck on it and found that he was going to have to just about dislocate his jaw to get the thickness of that tool into his mouth. Glancing over at Joey for a moment, he saw Joey bent over with a delirious look on his face as Matt went right to town at kissing and eating his ass. Then Greg slapped Dean, lightly but definitely. “I’m over here, boy,” he snapped, and Dean instinctively responded, “Yes, sir.” He struggled to open his mouth far enough, but that big cock was defeating him. He managed to get the head and the first three inches or so of the shaft into his mouth but then he ran out of room. Greg snapped again, “Deeper, boy!” Dean tried but failed. “Matt, send that other boy over here so he can show his buddy how to do it right.” Joey joined Dean, down on his knees in front of Greg, and opened his mouth. Somehow or other, Joey managed to drop his jaw farther than far, and got that huge tool into his mouth and most of it down his throat before it stuck. He backed off a bit to breathe, then proceeded to slide up and down on it while Dean watched in awe. But now Matt wanted a share of the action. “Don’t just sit there watching him, boy. Get over here and give mine some attention.” Dean began sucking on Matt’s eight-incher, grateful that this tool was not quite as monumental, but he didn’t feel relieved as he felt sure that both of them would be expected to take both of these big cocks up the ass before the afternoon was over. That happened sooner than later. Matt grabbed Dean under the armpits, pulled him to his feet, spun him around, and marched him out the door onto the balcony. He then bent Dean over the Plexiglas railing, and just like that his cock was prodding at Dean’s ass. Dean breathed deeply, willing his hole to relax, trying to make all his muscles go slack. Matt was a considerate fucker, for such a big guy. He took his time pushing into Dean, going slowly, letting Dean get accustomed to him one inch at a time. And there they were, completely naked, fucking away in broad daylight, on a balcony overlooking the wake of the ship. Dean’s moaning soon attracted an audience. Guys were peering around the dividers at both ends of the balcony from the adjacent suites. A couple of guys in the room below were looking up, right into his face, as Matt plowed him. A phone was poking around the corner, filming the encounter. Matt ignored them all, and Dean did his best. Having an audience, though, was turning him on so much that he soon came, hands-free, his juice dripping down on the deck as Matt continued driving deep inside him, fucking the load right out of him. In minutes he could tell that he was going to cum again. Meanwhile, back in the cabin, Joey wasn’t quite as lucky. When Greg was ready for it, he was ready to go now, and Joey had only a slight chance to try to let his butt go slack before Greg gave his cock a mighty shove, burying it deep into Joey’s hole. “Fuck!” Joey screamed, but Greg slapped his face and growled, “Shut up and take it, boy!” Joey gritted his teeth and hung on, gasping for breath and trying not to think of the pain. And there they were, pushed down into near-identical positions, one over the edge of the bed and one over the balcony railing, with these two big musclemen plundering their asses. Luckily, it didn’t last too much longer. Matt came first, pounding hard into Dean’s hole and fucking another load out of Dean as he was filling his ass up. Then Greg bellowed and fired a big load up inside Joey. As soon as the two of them pulled out, Dean grabbed his swimsuit and pulled it on, handing Joey’s swimsuit to him, and the two of them got out of there as fast as they could go. “What the fuck is wrong with all the wimps on this fucking ship? Gay guys are supposed to like huge cocks, aren’t they?” That was Greg’s voice behind them as the door closed. Joey shook his head in dismay. Greg had too obviously formed his ideas of man-to-man sex from watching porn videos. The big, muscled idiot was completely oblivious to all the advance preparation that made it possible for the porn actors to take a large, hard cock shoved right into them like that. Probably just newly out of the closet -- and at his age, too. Dean led Joey to duck into a doorway recess of another cabin, and then got him back to their own room by the express route. Joey was bravely holding back his tears of pain until they got there, and Dean put his arms around him. Then he cried it out, with Dean holding and comforting him. That was the end of any playing around on their holiday. The next morning, when it was time to disembark, they looked at each other’s sleepy faces and slumping shoulders. “Dean, we should have done Holbox after the cruise. Right now is when we need the R&R. As it is, I’m gonna need a holiday to recover from my holiday.” Once they were back home, Joey had to go to the doctor to get treated for the ripping of his anus, and it took quite a while to heal. It made going back to work uncomfortable for him as well, for the first few days. The Saturday after they got home from their holiday, Dayna called. Her opening words to Dean were: “I have work for you fellows to do. Write this down.” “Wait…? What…? Dayna, how about a ‘hello’ or something?” She laughed. “Sorry, I’m kind of in my prime efficiency mode tonight. Anyway, there are two things I need both of you to do. One is to get hold of and read a novel by John Wyndham, called The Chrysalids.” “I’ve heard of it,” Dean said. “For all of us, I consider it essential reading. More differences than similarities, but still….” “Noted. What’s the other one?” “This one’s a little tougher, but if I can find some channel streaming it, I’ll let you know. It’s a sci-fi movie from the 1980s called Starman.” “Starman… wait a minute, that’s what Nora said when….” “That’s right. Just from what I’ve read about it, and from seeing the trailer, I think it would repay a couple of hours spent watching it.” “I’ll have a look around too.” It took less time than he expected. Within the hour, Dayna called again. “Hey, I’ve found where I can stream that film and I have it set up and ready to go. You want to come over and watch with me? Old-fashioned movie date?” Dean chuckled. “Let me just check with Joey.” He walked to the other room, asked Joey, got an assent, and came right back on. “Yup, we’re in. When?” “Is 7:00 okay for you?” “Fine. See you then.” A few hours later, after a supper of pizza and beer and after watching Starman, the three of them were in a very thoughtful mood. “You know, I can’t help wondering,” Dean began, “what would happen next? After the end of the movie? They slept together and then he… it… left. But when they slept together, the alien was in the form of a human male. Could he have gotten her pregnant? And if he did, what would the child be like? And, most of all… what if something like that happened to Nora Ludlow?” “Dean, you’re thinking that maybe…?” “I’m thinking that what’s happened to all of us, this ‘experiment,’ the voice called it, may have begun with a deliberate impregnation of one human woman by – well, by whatever the “us” is – taking the form of a man.” “And the consequences have continued to rebound through each subsequent generation.” Dayna picked up that thread. “If that’s what happened, then the continuing consequences are intentional. I don’t think that we would be seen as part of the ‘experiment’ if we weren’t meant to happen in the first place.” “I agree,” Dean put in. Then Joey went in another direction. “And here’s my thought. Do you think someone connected with that film – one of the writers, maybe, is in that genealogical chart we’re working on, or knew someone who was – someone who talked? That maybe whatever happened to Nora Ludlow was the inspiration for the whole film?” That left all three of them with some ideas to ponder as the boys headed home. They had even more to think about a couple of weeks later, when both of them had taken the time to sit down and read The Chrysalids. It left Joey in an uncommonly sombre mood. “That was frightening. Dean, this book is a real warning to us. Religious fanaticism aside, we could easily find ourselves being hunted down and then put into the hands of teams of government scientists in some secret facility, trying to figure out what makes us tick.” “Right back when I first found out, Joey, and that’s over fifteen years ago now, Dayna warned me about that possibility. Made some rather vivid comments about dissection tables, or something of that sort. But you’re right, this book makes it seem both more real and more imminent. So does that movie, Starman. We don’t exactly need to panic – we could easily get paranoid about the whole thing – but we definitely need to be aware, and careful.”

Yeah, Red Roof Inn on N Druid Hills Rd or the Cheshire Motor Inn on Cheshire Bridge Rd which is halfway between the Heretic and Toyko Valentino.

I feel like this question is pointless to ask especially at a bathhouse. I assume most ppl at bathhouses are either poz or on prep. Sorry if I offend anyone but let’s call a spade a spade. If ur worried about who’s “clean” throw a rubber on to be safe, don’t ask “r u cLeAn?”

Sometimes I bottom for a older Dom Top and he has asked me this before. What I came up with was being blindfolded during one of our sessions and having other men he has found fuck me without me even knowing it was not him in the beginning. Maybe they arrived earlier and are waiting in a bedroom and come in one after another to fuck and drop their load after I have been restrained and blindfolded.

Good for you for not tapping out even though it became unbearable. I had a similar experience in Atlanta last October. He wasn’t quite as long, but went at it for three solid hours. Near the end he commented “I could fuck you all night,” at which point I had to tell him I couldn’t take much more. He powered down on me for another 15 minutes before he came. I was proud that I took him to completion - failing to reward that man with a climax would have been unthinkable.

As is my usual problem in writing my stories, I write them and then get distracted by life. Forget to post. hopefully you guys still want to read more?

Ok, you might also check out Heretic bar. They have a darkroom that gets a lot of action on Wednesday, Friday and Saturday nights! Also, Southern Nights down the road from Heretic. It’s a store with video booths and darkroom. I also get fucked a lot at those places as well.

It’s both a store and sex club. The store is in front of the building and sex club entrance in back. Admission varies depending on day of week or any special events like Cumunion. So anywhere from $25 on weeknights to $40-45 on Friday/Saturday nights. Also, some women are there except on Cumunion nights, men only. I’ve been getting fucked and filled a lot there the last couple years. I’m known there as a cumdump bottom slut who takes all cocks and loads 💦☣️🦂🍑.

The two burly men and I set off across the heath, and along the way they talked to me a bit. For some reason I just told them everything, about being a cock-loving straight guy who had kept it all repressed for too long while trying to be a good boyfriend. They seemed pretty interested by this, and commented on how I had really "thrown the shackles off" in coming up there that night. They shared a look with each other when I mentioned that my girlfriend was away for a month and I was just going to be taking it easy for the rest of the weekend. When we got to their house, which I noted to be pretty large and expensive-looking, they directed me to a door that led down to a sort of basement that had been converted into a self-contained flat opening onto the garden, showing just how hilly it was here given the front door upstairs was at street level. There was a big bathroom down there, and they had told me to just take as long as I needed to get clean while they put my clothes into the machine for a fast wash-and-dry cycle. It had initially been a bit awkward getting down to my underpants in the hallway on the ground floor in front of both of them, but needs must. After I showered and got myself towel-dried in the bathroom, I emerged to find the two of them waiting for me in the living area of the garden flat. "All better?" the guy with the piercing asked. "Yes, thanks" I said. "Good" he replied. "Well, the machine is going to be a while, so why don't you lie down for a bit." He gestured towards the bedroom, which I wandered into. It was then that I realised that perhaps all the fun wasn't over, as laid out on the bed were some leather restraints and chains. "Er..." I started to say. "Be a good lad and get onto the bed face down" said the pierced guy, coming into the room behind me with his partner. "We're going to get you nice and comfortable for the day ahead." "What?" I asked, turning to face him. "We've got some mates who are sorry to have missed out on last night, so they're coming over soon to give you some more of what you need" he replied, as though it was nothing. "As I said, be a good lad and get up on the bed so we can get you ready for them." My mouth dropped open and I couldn't think of anything to say. I was fully sobered up, my hole felt extremely well used, and yet here was a guy intending to essentially pimp me out to his friends for however long it was going to be. Despite my shock and inability to form a coherent reply to him, my dick started springing to attention, which did not go unnoticed. "Thought so" said his otherwise very quiet partner. "We knew you weren't done yet." "Put this on" said the pierced guy, handing me a black jockstrap that I hadn't noticed he was holding. I stood there in disbelief, and then as an almost out of body experience, I dropped my towel, took the jockstrap from him and slipped it on. I then turned, took a deep breath, and walked over to the bed. I climbed up on top of the sheets on all fours, hung my head down, and waited. The two of them went either side of the bed, motioned for turn to face the headboard, and had me to lie down flat. They then proceeded to get my ankles and wrists into some thick leather restraints, which they chained to the bed frame spreading me out in an X-shape. One of them then stuffed a couple of handkerchiefs in front of my nose and mouth, which I could immediately tell had been doused in poppers. Finally, they started to lube and finger my hole, which I realised was actually a bit sore but also undeniably hungry. After a little while the doorbell rang, and the pierced guy went upstairs to let in their friends while his partner continued to open me up. After lots of heavy footsteps, a group of six or seven guys entered the room, and from what I could from my rather restricted position, all were rocking a similar style as the hosts. There were lots of "oh my, what do we have here" type of comments when they entered, and then they all got undressed. I guessed they were in some sort of club given the ones I could actually see had scorpions tattooed on their chests. "Hey boy" said one of them. "Our friends here tell us you're straight." "Yeah" I replied, my head starting to swim from the poppers. "And you've got yourself a girlfriend" he continued. "Yeah" I sighed. "But you're our whore today, aren't you" he growled. "Yes sir" I replied. "Good lad" he finished, before I felt the mattress being compressed by someone else climbing onto it behind me. I had no idea if it was the unseen guy who had just been verbally putting me in my place, or another one of the group. Either way, and without any fanfare or foreplay, the fucking began. The first guy just climbed on top of me, slid in and began thrusting. He lasted quite a while before shooting into me, and then another of the guests repeated the whole scene. In fact, they all did, and this time there were a lot of pierced cocks finding their way into my hole. As with the night before, and despite the lack of alcohol, I descended into a haze as I lay there immobilised by the restraints, my nose and mouth in a cloud of poppers, with my hole just being used repeatedly. Yet, and this was strange to me, I somehow it felt like where I should be. Once they'd all had a go with me in that position, the chains were unlocked and they turned me over. My arms were pulled back and chained to the top of the bed frame again, and now each of them took a turn at fucking me while holding my legs in the air and looking down at me. They each had more stamina this time, I guess from having shot off once already, and also seemed like they needed a bit more stimulation. This extra drive they got from being verbal with me, which finally got me to understand what was happening. "Yeah, take my poz cock!" "Busting your hole open for my venom!" "Going to infect your straight arse!" The scorpion tattoos made sense. The biohazard tattoos made sense. It all made sense. I was being pozzed. Or perhaps re-pozzed, having clearly taken some viral loads the night before too from at least the two kind gents who had brought me back to their home. You would have thought that a straight guy who found himself being repeatedly fucked full of poz cum would have panicked, tried to get away, tried to stop it. But no. As man after man had fucked me last night, and as it was all happening again this morning, I had realised that not only was I not going to be with a woman again, but I probably wasn't going to end up with a man either. I wanted cock, an endless supply of cock, and I wanted to be used. Maybe just getting my posing over with was sensible, given it was bound to happen some day anyway. Once they'd all had a go with me on my back, I was unchained from the bed but kept the restraints round my wrists and ankles. The guests all left the room, one of the hosts plonked a big glass of water down on the bedside table, and then I was left alone. I almost immediately passed out.

Coincidentally, I hooked up with an 80 year old the other day and the rest area woods! He was more fit thatnI could hope to be. Told me his younger wife can’t satisfy him with sex just once a week so I sucked his nice 7 inch cock and got a small load out of him. He told me he already got off that morning. We chatted some more and he was quite interesting. People ignore elders are missing out on a lot!

If you need more details feel free to ask. Otherwise I don't stop writing. Met 19 yo Ryan on Grindr for his first bj from a guy turned regular thing for the last 6 months. Now we're becoming friends. Met Brian not long after Ryan as businessman wanting bj at office. That turned regular and I find out Brian is Ryans dad. Has spycam setup where we play and Ryan has no idea. Now when I meet Ryan, I go right to his dads office after and take care of him. Last weekend Ryan and I did a gh at my house that I recorded. I preplanned it with guys i knew and had already met, but he didnt know that. While we were there i said "I wonder if anyone has done one of these and it ended up being their dad or brother on the other side and they never knew it" He said "its not impossible for that to happen." Then I said "What if you found out right at the last second, that it actually was? Then what? Then he said, he'd probably go through with it that whats the difference really? Now Ryans dad heard that and wants me to set it up. Ryan knows nothing still and Im not sure where to draw the line. I found it strangely hot when Ryan answered the way he did. So do i keep everything a secret and go through with it based on the answers? Do I reveal not the whole story but that i just realized that I was also hooking up with his dad and leave the details out? I didnt realize this would carry on and Im not a very good influence. lol

This is the story of how I came to be who - and what - I am today. My name is Christian, and I've always been straight. Indeed, I still am. I can appreciate when a man is handsome, well-built or whatever, but that has never done anything for me. I am attracted to women, they turn me on, and yet I know I will never end up spending my life with a female. You see, despite how my brain is wired, my body betrays me. When it comes to sex, these days it is all about cock. First up, a bit about me. I'm 6'1", pretty well built and lean, and have always had people tell me I'm handsome. I have dirty blond hair (from my father's Swedish roots) that I keep short, and slightly olive skin from my mother's Italian heritage. I played a number of sports throughout school, but swimming has always been my favourite and I go to the pool several times a week after the gym. I have a decent sized cock, and nice tight buns that I keep in check with daily squats. All in all, I tend to get a good amount of attention, and have never had any trouble getting a girlfriend. I had my first experience with a man during my gap year before university. Despite having no interest in men really, I was really curious about what it would be like to get fucked. That had always been there since I was old enough to know it was a thing men could do, and fingering myself had been part of my masturbation ritual from almost as soon as I started touching myself. However, it was only once I had been in San Francisco for a couple of days as part of a round-the-world backpacking adventure that I finally got the courage together to look into it properly, and wound up in a bar in the Castro. My older brother had fortunately agreed to 'lose' his driving licence before I left the UK, and as we look so much alike it served as the perfect fake ID while in the US. Of course, that meant I had to remember to call myself Jacob while I was there. Anyway, 'Jacob' got himself picked up by this fairly muscular guy in his mid-30s, and spent the night at a nearby apartment having his cherry firmly popped! Condoms were used of course, and I also had my first go at sucking cock just to see what it was like. It was OK, but being taken up the arse was an absolute revelation, so much so that I allowed the guy to do it to me three times before I left in the morning. For the rest of my gap year and through my first couple of terms at university, I hooked up with both men and women depending on what I was feeling. Then I met Joanne, and got into my first proper relationship since my school girlfriend. The man sex stopped until we broke up towards the middle of my third year at uni, and after that ended I almost exclusively sought out cock for a while. This established a pattern that would dominate my life for the next ten years: I would have relationships with women; they would fizzle out; I would then get fucked by guys for however long it took me to find a new girlfriend; and repeat. When I was 25 I had my first bareback experience, largely through being too drunk to function properly. I let a guy do me in the backroom of a gay bar that I had stumbled into after getting separated from both my friends and my phone. I was out of it, but somehow did manage to remember how liberating and exciting it felt to get used like that. After a couple more safe-sex hookups I realised something had changed in me, so I decided to take the financial hit and got myself on PrEP via online deliveries from the States. Once that was working properly, I became almost exclusively a bareback bottom during my weeks or months at a time of seeking cock, and perhaps most tellingly, I stayed on it when I met my next girlfriend (even getting myself onto the NHS trial so I could get it for free). Things changed in 2018 when I met Sarah. She was an American ex-pat living in London, a place she'd chosen to stay after studying at UCL, and we really hit it off. I mean, like crazily hit it off. She was the first woman I moved in with, and it was shortly after that milestone that I decided to properly commit, focus on building a life with her, and try to leave my cock-hunting days behind me. As part of that, I stopped taking PrEP. I had firmly pledged to myself to leave my wanton ways in the past, and start living the life of a 'proper' straight man. "Yeah right" I hear you say, but at the time it was what I thought I wanted, needed, and should be doing. The pandemic was, however, the beginning of the end. Being cooped up for so long with Sarah started to highlight problems in our relationship, and I realised we were gradually drifting apart while also getting on each other's nerves with every passing day. She had made me change so much about myself that I suddenly started to resent her for it, when before I had just been in such a love haze that I happily went along with it all. It was a godsend when some of the travel restrictions eased enough for Sarah to make a trip home to see her family, and she was soon ready for a month back in the States. I dropped her off at the airport early in the morning on a Friday, and had taken that day off from work so I could have some extra time to myself. I had lined up a night out with some friends for the evening, and so decided to take a nap when I had been back home for a while as the 4am alarm had started catching up with me. When I awoke around lunchtime I was undeniably horny, and I knew what I wanted. The flat we were renting had some attic space we could use, and given her aversion to almost every type of insect and bug, Sarah was never going to go up there. As such, I had been able to squirrel away my box of toys without her ever finding out about it, and that afternoon I dug it out for the first time in two years. It took some work after so long, but eventually I was happily riding one of my larger dildos and finally getting the stimulation I needed. Well, sort of. As much as I was enjoying it, long-buried desires for it to be a real cock took hold. The thought of that made me cum, and yet barely half an hour later I was back on the rubber dong working myself up to another orgasm. And then again two hours later. Perhaps it was the couple of beers I drank in the afternoon, or just a feeling of liberation now that she was gone for a month, but when I got dressed for my night out with the guys the whole ensemble was completed with an unseen treasure: a large buttplug stuffed up my rear end. I had never gone out with my friends doing anything like that at all, but that night I headed off to the pub in Kentish Town with my sphincter working overtime. It felt awesome. Perhaps spurred on by my courage to do that, I also fished out another box of treasures that I had kept hidden from Sarah. Inside was the 1.5 kilo silver chain and matching bracelet I had bought shortly before meeting her, which she had made it clear she did not like and that I should sell (which I told her I had). I donned both, and balanced things out with an enormous chunky Diesel watch that Sarah had also sneered at. I knew I'd get some comments from the guys with all this bling on display, but hey, it felt good to finally rediscover the old me a bit. Really taking the theme and running with it, I also stopped by the corner shop on my way to the tube and bought a couple of packets of Marlboro Gold and a lighter, deciding that all the nagging about my social smoking was going to be a thing of the past. The night out was fantastic, not a full-on drinking binge like it could have been but rather a relaxed evening with the guys. I got a couple of comments about how chilled I seemed from when we had last managed to meet up, and couldn't help but agree that I was happy to have a break from Sarah. Although we didn't talk about it at length, I think my friends knew the writing was on the wall for that relationship. With the restrictions on opening hours, the night ended far too quickly and we all made our way off in search of home. Or at least, they did. The one other friend who would be getting the tube suddenly realised he needed to rush to catch a train from London Bridge so he fled towards the station while I went to the loo for a strategic piss, meaning that by the time I was out of the pub I was alone. It was then I realised how close I was to Hampstead Heath, and a decision was made. I wasn't stinking drunk, but my inhibitions were definitely down. My arse had been enjoyably stretched out all evening by the buttplug, and I knew I needed it to get a proper seeing-to. I had already basically decided that I would not be living at our flat anymore when Sarah got back from the States, so despite the fact that I had not broken up with her, my brain when into Single Man Mode. For me, that meant one thing: cock...

I'll be there. Got one of the last King rooms at the host hotel with my bear. We have proposed a class on building an affordable home dungeon. I hope to lick FelchingPisser's sac and feel how MuscledHorse's canyon ass has evolved over the past year. I am also going to absolutely not let myself regret not buying the one painting that sings to me at the art show.

I arrange for my boi to be fucked by two hung black brothers 9.5 and 11 and thick about once a month or so. I love watching his face it tells the story of how it hurts.

You’re over reacting luv

Chapter 5 - Mixed POV 5.1: Jim Pov I looked at the clock on my work computer. 4:50 pm. Ted is returning today. He said he would be home by the time I got home. I thought back to my session with Ralph. Not for the first time, I felt my cock hardening, betraying me again. It was so good, so horny, so slutty. But…. I cheated on Ted. I felt truly disappointed in myself. I had prided myself on being faithful and loyal. Yet, just smoking some ice and I turned into a dirty slut willing to take a stranger’s bare cock again. You’d think a 26 year old would have some self control to keep his legs shut. I nearly told Ted a few times over the phone but faltered. I decided I should do it face to face. I knew it was more delaying the inevitable than really that I truly thought it was necessary. I never understood why he often called me “sweet”. I had simply assumed it was a habitual adjective he threw to boys to butter them up. Besides, last weekend proved that I am anything but “sweet”. In my mind, I was certain that Ted would be disappointed. His image of me would probably be shattered by this. My mood was incredibly low when I arrived home, steeling myself to face the music. I walked into the lounge and Ted was sitting on an armchair naked. He was puffing the pipe, and letting his cock dangling half hard between his legs. His eyes had that wild wired look. Gosh he is so sexy. How could I let him down? “Come here my sweet young man and puff some of this crystal,” he said. I pulled a chair, moved it close to Ted. We sat opposite of each other, face to face. I nearly turned down the pipe. We had to talk with a clear mind. I was working up the courage to tell him. He looked so high and euphoric and horny. Maybe smoking some of the pipe would give me some dutch courage. I smoked the pipe, taking in several deep breaths. Ted watched me in silence with a somewhat far away look. He seemed like he was deep in thought. He allowed me to puff more to catch up to his state of mind and hitting the pipe every now and then. Instead of the usual euphoria, the drugs seemed to have enhanced my current state of mind - feeling low. Not for the first time I wondered if our base state of mind strongly affects our high states. -That really isn’t relevant right now,- I thought. I took a deep breath and said, “We need to talk, Ted.” Best be done with it. Rip the bandaid off. I couldn’t look at Ted and kept staring at the floor, “After you left last Friday night, I was so horny, I met someone online and had sex.” There, it was done. 5.2 Ted POV Jim’s announcement was like a lightning bolt that surged from within my prostate to my cock. Blood rushed into my cock and from its half hard state sprang up to rock hard arousal. If Jim wasn’t staring so intently on the floor, he would have seen my naked arousal. “Did you play safe?” I asked. -Please say they didn’t,- I thought. “No,” he said almost meekly. -Oh you excellent naughty boi, I taught you well- I thought, patting myself on the back as if I could take credit for that. “Did you and him had more chems?” “Yes,” he still refused to look up. -Oh you wicked naughty boy- I thought in utter delight. “How big was he?” “About 7.5 inches,” my cocked ached. A dirty part of my mind thought, -So that top hasn’t totally violated all my property.- Part of me was very glad that a tiny little part of Jim was still mine, yet another part of me wanted Jim to be completely taken by another man’s cock. “Thick?” “Yea” “Thicker than me and Ray?” I brought Ray up hoping to snap him out of his mental state as Ray sometimes featured in our fantasies. “Yea.” “Did he cum in you?” “Yes,” he said in almost a whisper. My cock throbbed. I was so pleased and aroused that my sexy sweet young boyfriend had cheated on me. Here I was worried about telling Jim that I cheated. Not to mention my visit to the sauna earlier to recreate a fantasy Jim and I shared which could either go very well, or disastrous. Ice made me bet on going very well, hopefully, circumstances appear to be heading in that direction too. My cock ached as I eagerly want to fuck his cheater. I hope he will react to my news the way I reacted to his. “Well, Jim, I’ve something to tell you too,” he looked up, finally noticing my rock hard member, a look of surprise on his face. “When I reached my hotel, I invited an old fuck buddy over…” I could tell Jim’s cock sprang into attention in his pants. I smirked. “Why don’t you get naked, and I’ll tell you about it?” 5.3 Jim POV I stripped naked as Ted asked. My eyes were barely able to take off from Ted’s cock. No, Ted’s cheating cock. I hope he fucked his old fuckbuddy bare and loaded his fuckbuddy with his charged load. My eyes burned with hunger. Ted had a wicked pleased grin on his face in response to my expression. “Did that top show you what a booty bump is?” I shook my head. Ted explained, “Well, we will mix some crystals in water and squirt it up our arse. For bottoms, it makes their hole sluttily hungry. For some tops, it makes their cock sluttily hungry. Even more so than smoking the pipe.” I found it hard to believe we could be even hungrier for each other at how wired we currently are. But I craved to feel that intense hunger. He showed me how to administer the booty bum and asked me to do the same for him. I seldom play with Ted hole, focusing more on his cock, but it was very slutty to help him administer a booty bump. “Before I tell you about my old fuck buddy, I want you to tell me more about the guy who fucked you.” I shared with Ted the filthy things I did with Ralph. Normally I would feel quite shy and embarrassed about discussing such things, but the ice and the booty bump seemed to have melt all those concerns away. It made me bold and nonchalant about sexual deviancy. I shared with Ted the things that happened that night: that Ralph fucked me in him and his boyfriend, Zack’s, bed; that I let Ralph fuck me even though I knew his cock had been in some other guy’s hole; how slutty I felt having had two different bare cocks fuck me in one night. I shared with Ted that Ralph also had a fantasy of Zack cheating on him and taking loads from other men, but as far as he knows, Zack only plays it safe. Also that Ralph was turned on by the idea of me taking his strain back to Ted. “Mmm, maybe you can show me Zack’s profile later today so that I message him and see if we can seduce him to take my raw cock and deliver my strain straight into his boyfriend’s hole. Got to get back at Ralph for defiling my boyfriend,” Ted said. The idea of watching Ted fucking another man in front me drove me wild, “I would love to watch you fuck Zack in person.” “Yea?” Ted asked with a devilish delight on face, “are you going to ask me to wrap my cock up before I fuck Zack like a prim and proper boyfriend should? Do you remember when I first met you, you used to think bare sex is something special to be shared between boyfriends.” “No, you should bare fuck him the way you bare fuck your own boyfriend. You’ll fuck him deeper than Ralph ever could.” Ted’s cock gave a sharp twitch, obviously liking that idea. I loved the idea of Ted defiling another man’s boyfriend. Ted continued, “If Zack turns out to be a closet bare bottom, maybe we can organise a couple-swap session. Ralph and I can watch our boys take turns enjoying our different cocks.” Ted and my cock were so hard at this point they were throbbing. Ted grinned in naked delight of the turn of events, continuing, “I see you like the idea of a couple swap. 2 tops casually swapping their boys for fun, not bothering to wear protection. You watch me cheat while I watch you cheat. Knowing our sexual partners are cheating on each other too.” I moaned at the wicked idea planted in my mind. “I love you being such a deviant young man, Jim.” I kissed Ted, holding him tightly. Most of my worry has completely evaporated. However, I still asked, “You aren’t upset that I cheated on you?” “No Jim. It is what I have been fantasizing, and hoped to make reality. I am so glad you were upfront and honest about this. Maybe that was the mistake I made with my previous relationships. I kept it to myself.” A part of me cannot believe how things have unfolded. I cannot believe how Ted seems to desire me even more. I have shared with him what happened to Ralph, I needed to find out about his former fuckbuddy. I really hope Ted had a good filthy fuck to satisfy himself, “So tell me about your former fuckbuddy.” 5.4 Ted POV I told Jim about my sexual history with Adam and how I spent the last weekend ploughing Adam senseless like the good old times. How Adam and I always fucked bare, though we never discussed about our status. He loved hearing that Adam’s hole was filled with loads when I fucked him and I had no issue continuing fucking him even after Adam revealed that to me my sore cock was fucking on all those anon loads. Jim even loved it when I confessed to him that Adam was bouncing up and down my cock as we were talking on the phone. Much to my delight, Jim also confessed that the reason he sounded so distracted was because I called him while Ralph was deep inside his hole. My cock ached at how wicked my boyfriend and I were. We didn’t even have the courtesy to stop our cheating fucks for a couple of minutes to speak to each other over the weekend. Yet, instead of being angry with each other, it appeared to have made us want each other more. “I would have loved you to fuck Adam’s hole juices and those anon cum up my hole with your cock. Pity you were so far away,” Jim said. I grinned at him and said, “I went to the sauna earlier before I came home. I fucked quite a few boys, some even had loads from other guys. If you give my cock a sniff, you will be able to smell their hole juices and dried cum.” Jim looked down at my crotch, noticing for the first time crusty dried cum all over my pubes. He got on his knees and gave my cock a good sniff, obviously liking the sex he smelt. He looked up with a slutty look, I could practically see his mouth drooling, “I need you to fuck me, Ted.” “Yea? Do you need me to wash my cock so that it is safer for you Jim?” “No, please Ted, put it in me, stop teasing me.” I took Jim to the room and put him on his back on the bed. Fucking face to face is Jim’s favourite. He loved being able to watch my expression and being able to kiss me. I used to be more a “fucking a bottom with their face down” kinda guy. But being able to watch Jim’s expressions and watching Jim react to my expressions was so hot. Add on to being able to kiss him while we hold each other like we are the only two people in world made the fucking even more sublime. Connecting with each other physically and watching each other’s reaction and expressions. Taking delight in each other’s delight. I lifted Jim’s arse up so that he is practically balanced on his shoulders and ate his hole, looking down onto his face. I growled, “Eating your cheating hole, Jim. I am your boyfriend but I’m not the last man who fucked you.” Jim loved his arse being eaten before it got fucked. He squirmed and moaned in delight. I wanted my cock in his hole as quickly as possible. My knob has been steadily oozing quite a lot of pre-cum. I lowered Jim’s arse and lifted his legs onto my shoulders staring into his eyes. My knobbed positioned at the entrance of his hole that is twitching in desire as if trying to pull my knob in. This was the same position we first fucked bare over a year ago - the night our two lost souls found each other. “In the week we’ve been apart, it sounds like you may have one or two new strains in you. I have at least one new strain, though I’ve fucked a few anon holes and on several anon loads, it could be a lot more. Our HIV strains are no longer in-sync,” I pushed my knob into his hole, the fourth or was it fifth hole i”ve fucked today, and continued, “I remember the first time we met, you told me that your doctor said that you need to fuck safe to ensure you don’t accidentally get reinfected with new strains. Tell me now, Jim - do you want the new strains your boyfriend has picked up behind your back?” “Yes, please always fuck me bare. I’ll always take your cock bare, I’ll always want you,” he blubbered with lust, need and desire. I pushed my cock into him slowly and gently as we watched each other enjoying the lustful revelling of physical pleasure our bodies are sharing. My cock was all the way in his hole and my hairy crotch pressed firmly onto his smooth arse. I loved how Jim desires me so much. We held each other tightly and leaned in to kiss each other. I wanted to pound Jim, and fuck him hard and senseless. But I also felt really tender towards my boyfriend. The hard fucking can wait. I fucked him gently for some time as we kissed and held each other. I lost track of time. I broke apart our kiss, looking into his eyes and said, “I am yours, Jim. I may fuck other guys, but I will come back to you. I know I previously said that I should change and be monogamous. Sorry it didn’t quite work out.” Jim responded, “Honestly Ted, when we got together, I was willing to try an open relationship because I felt very secure with you. But you suggested we try a close relationship, so I was happy to go with that too. I didn’t do that very well either.” “No we didn’t. It turns me on that we cheated, but I am glad we were honest with each other at the end of the day. It showed me that beneath that sweet meek and mild nature of yours, you have an inner demon like me. But unlike me in my past relationships, you were willing to be honest with me with your missteps, while I used to hide them from my previous boyfriends.” Jim blushed, “You know I love you too, Ted. And I’m glad you’re not upset with me” I grinned, typical Jim, self deprecating, I quipped back, “And I’m glad you’re not upset with me too.” I reached over for the pipe and we had several puffs, keeping our bodies joined together. Our flesh and limbs in a tangled lewd mess. From the tenderness, a wicked evil started burning in both our eyes. I set the pipe aside and announced, “I think we need to punish each other for cheating.” I started fucking Jim hard, pulling out of him completely and ramming my cock back in. “We’re going to fuck each other so hard, my cock and your hole will be too sore to fuck any other guys.” — 5.5 - Ted POV Author’s note: the setting for chapter 5.5 is inspired/based on a scene in Parents Weekend by Bill Drake. A story I loved in my late teens. I cannot remember most of the scenes in that story other than this one particular scene. I have not re-read it in years, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my memory of the setting of the scene is still very close. Obviously the characters and characters’ relationships are different (as you can tell from that story's title). ~2 hours later~ Ted I sat on the chair in our bedroom in the dark, slowly stroking my hard cock while Jim headed to answer the door. I heard the door open and heard Ralph telling Jim, “You must be psychic. This is the second time you messaged me after I had a chem session with a slut bare bottom. So you say we have use of your place for the rest of the night? Your boyfriend is away again? Need a bare cock to scratch that itch in your hole?” I heard Jim respond by without giving too much away, “Yes we have the place for the rest of the night to play if you want. Did you want to hit the pipe?” “I’m pretty tweaked - been smoking a lot in my session and before I came. But happy to do a few more puffs if you are going to get more tweaked with me.” My hungry boyfriend of course would not turn down having more puffs. I took the opportunity while they were still at the front door to light my own pipe to take a few drags before they came into the bedroom. I heard sloppy kissing, and then Ralph saying, “Not here, boy. I took you to my “marriage” bed last time. I rushed here today because you said you were gonna return the favour.” My cock throbbed. No wonder Jim couldn’t keep his legs closed for Ralph. He is a filthy irreverent slut like me. “You’re so bad,” Jim moaned. I chuckled - Jim can be so shy in his responses sometimes when faced with something so evilly deviant. But I knew the idea turned him on so much. I heard clothes being discarded. “Take me to your bedroom,” Ralph said. I watched Jim and Ralph enter the room. I could tell that they were extremely tweaked like I was based on their jerky movements. They both had short hair but they looked pretty dishevelled. I sat in the dark in a corner of the room. I cannot be seen by a person standing at our bedroom door until they entered our bedroom completely, and then turned around. I sat quietly in the dark, wanking slowly in anticipation of a live show. Ralph had a muscular build and older like me. While I tend not to go for guy’s around my age, I can see that he was attractive. Like Jim, his skin looked wet, sticky and oily. He must be smelling of sex. The contrast between the older more muscular Ralph and the younger slim Jim looked so good. Ralph’s torso was not hairy like mine. His legs were slightly hairy. I was more familiar with watching my body contrasting against Jim in the mirror. The slight differences between Ralph’s and my body type served to emphasise Jim’s infidelity. “I haven’t cummed yet,” Ralph said, “I’m looking forward to cumming in your cheating hole again.” “Did you fuck bare in your earlier session?” Jim asked. “Of course. I got the boy all tweaked and high. He didn’t even ask when I pushed my bare cock into his hole.” Ralph lifted Jim’s legs up on his shoulders and fingered Jim’s hole. I have filled it with a huge load earlier so his hole is all moist. Ralph obviously was satisfied with the lubrication and rammed his thicker 7.5” cock into Jim’s hole without any further preparation. He was clearly too tweaked and horny for foreplay and decided to jump straight to the main course. Jim moaned in pleasure as I got to watch Ralph thrusting his thick sex tool in and out of my boyfriend. With only the street lighting lighting up the room, it was rather dim. I itched to flick the light switch on. In the dim lighting I thought I could see my cum dribbled down onto Ralph’s balls as they swung back forth as he thrust. “You’ve been fucked tonight,” Ralph said, “Whose load am I fucking on? Did you find someone else to cheat on your man?” Jim said, “The last time we met, you said you wanted to fuck on my boyfrend’s cum.” Ralph and picked up pace, fucking harder, “This is your boyfriend’s cum lubing our fuck? He had to leave your session early again?” “No, he wanted to watch you take me,” Jim said, looking towards me in the corner of the room. Ralph turned to me and saw me sitting back on the chair lazily beating my longer piece of meat as he fucked my boy. He didn’t even miss a beat to his fucking when he realised I, his fuck’s boyfriend, was in the room as him. I could see his cock swell even harder, casually continuing his lewd thrusts. “He wants to watch me stretch your hole does he? We better give him a better view,” without missing a beat Ralph repositioned himself and Jim so that I had an obstructed view of his cock and balls stretching my boyfriend’s hole, defiling my boyfriend’s hole in our “marriage bed”. I turned on a red tinged lighting that Jim and I loved to use to drink the sight in, lighting their animalistic sex act. It looked like Jim was a whore taking cock. I can see Jim’s arse being stretched wide by Ralph’s thicker girth. “My boy said you had a thicker cock, and that he told me he loves you stretching his hole full. I asked him to invite you over so that I can watch him cheat.” “Fuck, you both are sick fucks,” he growled picking up his pace, “Did he tell you I’m poz as well?” “Oh yea, he did. When you cum, make sure you do it deep in him and give him your strain. Maybe one day I will get to fuck your Zack bare and you can watch me violate him. Fucking him deeper than you ever can,” I told Ralph, knowing from Jim that it was Ralph’s fantasy for Zack to be closet bare cheating slut. That obviously drove Ralph over the edge as he suddenly tensed and slam himself completely into Jim and cum, “Oh yea, I would love you fuck Zack’s hole. Make him cheat on me… ahhhh.” Ralph blew his load deep into Jim. It didn’t look like Jim came. Great, he will be so horny and ready for me. As Ralph caught his breath, I told him, “If you’ll excuse me, I would like to have a turn with my boyfriend.” As Ralph’s cock plopped out, sticky white frothing juice slicking his cock and a line of cum dripped out of Jim’s loose hungry hole. I “scooped” the leaking juice with my cock head and filled Jim’s hole with cock again, heady with lust that Jim had been fucked by another man and filled with the poz seed of another man. My chafed sore cock slushed into Jim’s cummy hole. This wasn’t going to be a loving fuck. I pounded his hole, telling him, “I love how filthy your hole is Jim.” — Chapter 5.6 - Jim POV Ralph had just left. It was just me and Ted. Ted held me gently as we both lay on our sides facing each other, my legs wrapped around his back and my arms around his neck. He slid his cock gently in and out of me, kissing me as he thrust in and out gently. Ted asked me to invite Ralph over earlier tonight - Ted told me he loved the idea of me being fucked by another guy, and he get to fuck sloppy seconds. I thought back to some of the things Ralph and Ted did to me tonight. They had me lying on my stomach for most of the session, both taking turns pounding me. There was no mistake when one top swapped to another. Ted’s longer cock fucked so much deeper. Ralph’s thicker cock made my hole feel so stretched. Ted’s hairiness contrasted with Ralph’s relative smoother one. When one of the top needed a break, the other top took over. At one point, Ralph must have had way too much ice, as his hole got incredibly hungry. Ralph was in the middle of fucking me while I was sucking Ted when he asked Ted to fuck him. To my surprise, Ted didn’t hesitate to prep Ralph’s hole while Ralph was fucking me before Ted mounted Ralph. Ted fucking Ralph from behind, while Ralph fucking me while I’m on my knees. I knew Ralph and Ted were not ordinarily each other’s type. They clearly had a thing for smoother, younger guys. Yet there they were, Ted was holding Ralph from his behind, thrusting his cock in and out of Ralph. They both must have been so high I thought. Still it was a feast for my eyes watching Ted fuck Ralph, even briefly. Of course, my hole was hungry for Ted to fuck me immediately after he fucked Ralph. “Did you have a good time, Jim?” Ted asked, snapping me out of my reverie. “Did? I am having a good time. It feels so good in your arms with your cock in me fucking me gently. It always makes me feel… safe.” Ted grinned, “Safe? We only fuck safe once, Jim.” I looked at him mock-witheringly, “You know what I mean.” Ted kissed me, “I am glad you feel that way Jim. It is going to be Sunday morning soon. We should get a bit to eat and try to rest for the day before we go to work.” I nodded - it was always hard to end a chem session with Ted. We always feel like we can go on forever whenever we are together. “Oh,” Ted said, “but before we rest, show me Zack’s (Ralph’s boyfriend) profile. Maybe it is time we create a profile for me to message him.”

That happened with my bf and our GH. We also have a cam setup - safety first. Anyway we occasionally post an ad and back the boi up to hole. Sometimes when we are finished boi wants to see who bred him. And he saw his father on the video. Boi JO while watching it. And I got a nice load to swallow

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Finally I have another good one to share 🙂 A few nights ago I started talking to an older guy who really tried to convince me to get picked up in his car so he could fuck me (I couldn't host). I was just not in the mood for it so I put him off. The next day he picked it right back up and was telling me he could pick me up and take me to his office. I thought it sounded hot but I didn't want to get picked up.. luckily his office was just a mile from campus so I walked over after my last class. His "office" was a single room with paper thin walls between a conference room and another office that I think/pray was empty. It was like fucking in my parents house. Even while I was sucking him I was thinking about my technique so I could be as quiet as possible lol. Between his low hum moaning and the loud as fuck conference phone I actually had to focus to not laugh. The conference phone actually came in clutch because when we started fucking we were able to get a little more confidence making noise. He fucked me over his desk but he was a good bit taller than me so I ended up getting all the way on his desk, on my stomach legs spread side to side, balls and ass hanging off the edge. It was the PERFECT spot, I could tell it felt amazing for both of us. He found a good rhythm and just fucked me like that for almost 15 minutes but the conference call ended and it got dead silent. That was kind of a bummer because we had to finish going really slow and with no noise. But it was so hot feeling him load my ass quietly as I assume the conference room next door was emptying out. There was nowhere to clean up so I figured I could walk a mile home squeezing my cheeks but halfway through I felt it started leaking so I cleaned up in a McDonalds before it started dripping down my leg :x

I'd love to have been there to see this entire encounter. 😈😈😈

met a new sub today, we had lots of fun and I put three loads in him over about 4 hours. we had lots of cuddle time between me fucking him and unloading deep. he wanted me to give his boyfriend a load, but I am not as young as I used to be and couldn't get that 4th one out today. gonna be doing him, and BF again hopefully soon.

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.

Well there is a whole story behind how I went about it so I could really appear to have known nothing if it came out. But the short version is Ryan and I did another gh this weekend. Got Ryan to agree that we choose only by dick pic and don't look at profiles. I told him if its a dick I sucked before, we kinda have to say yes, but he didn't have to participate with anyone he didn't want to. I messaged his dad and told him to make a grindr profile, keep it blank, and just message with a dick pic. As soon as i put gh open on grindr the messages started coming in. We looked at dick pics, the first 3 or 4 we both looked at and said yes. The next one I knew who it was. We opened it and just like the others, we both just said yes. Ryan arranged the times with them. We set up two half an hour apart. We agreed to swap sucking back and forth and we would take turns who did the finish and swallowed the load. The first we shared cause thats what the guy wanted. When the next guy was on his way Ryan told the next guy, who was Brian, to wait close and we'd hit him up in a few. Second guy came over and I said id take the first load. He stuck it through and I started. I sucked for maybe a minute and he came before we could even switch. Then we told brian to come over and like 2 mins later his dick came through the hole. I told Brian I would be the first mouth and I would lick the tip when we were switching. I started sucking him then Ryan came close with his mouth, so I licked the tip and backed up and watched Ryan take over. At that point Ryans dad knew who it was and it was only a min or so when he said he was about to cum. He did and Ryan swallowed it. And I shot a load without ever touching mine

Thanks a lot! Very useful advice. So the Pitch „I’m a visitor, I’ll leave soon“ really works. I’ll check. Including manhunt, haven’t been there for a long time.

Adonis was my hangout, more because of the dark room and the number of guys who just wanted to either suck cock or take a good raw breeding. Fuck that place was fun. Many years ago, I had some fun with one of the day clerks because it wasn't so busy. Cute Twink guy, met up later with him when his bf was out. Another clerk at a non-busy time decided to come back into the theater nearest the door and join me while I was stroking by asking if this seat was taken. I told him it wasn't so he stripped down and lowered his hole onto my cock and rode me to get a load inside him. Guess he literally meant MY seat. LOL Fun times.

Club Philly is definitely my favorite place to go to when Im sent to Philly for work. IMO in the tristate (NY, NJ, PA). In my experience Thursday through Sunday are the best with Friday and Saturday being the best nights overall. When its CumUnion night the place is pack with guys forming a line waiting to get in. My advice for guys who go on the Saturday nights that have CumUnion (1st and 3rd of each month) is to go early (6pm to 8pm) so you can get a room. For those who visit from out of town, the 12th and Walnut Garage is less than a block away from the place and cars are safe there, never had a problem. Also some of the more younger staff workers are open to play, if you play it right