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Part 28: Worlds Cumming Together (Chapter 4 of the Demise of Lewis and Ryan) (Peter Flanagan's POV) My heart nearly stopped as I opened the door and saw that Lewis wasn’t alone. “Ryan,” I said, trying to compose myself, hiding the fear I was feeling in this sudden shift of events. “How are you?” “I’m good, Mr. Flanagan,” Ryan said, smiling at me and then Lewis. I stood there staring, my mind struggling to understand what was happening. “Can we come inside?” Lewis asked. “Of course,” I told him, moving to the side. I followed them into the living room where Domonic was sitting, my eyes latching onto his, watching his reaction. He sat up straighter, eyes darting between the two young men. He then looked at me, eyes slightly wide. “Mr. Moore,” Lewis said, stopping and looking back at me. I could tell he too was confused. Neither he nor I expected each other to bring someone else to what was expected to be hours of fucking. “How are you, Lewis?” Domonic said. He settled his eyes on Ryan and smiled. “And this is?” “Ryan Kline, sir,” Ryan said, reaching out a hand which Domonic shook. Domonic’s smile grew wider, and I could tell his mind was overflowing with a multitude of twisted and depraved ideas of what he wanted to do with and to these two young men. Yes, I knew Lewis was up to getting fucked, and my cock desperately wanted to feel both his mouth and his hole wrapped around it, but there was no way to know if Ryan knew why I had invited Lewis over. For all I knew, he thought it was an actual church meeting. I hadn’t expected this to turn sideways so quickly. “Ryan,” I started, “why don’t you take a seat, talk with Domonic for a second, while Lewis helps me grab a few things.” “Yes, Ryan,” Domonic said, leaning back, getting comfortable. “Let’s talk.” I shot Domonic a look that said, “Don’t fuck him until we know he wants to get fucked and fucked up.” Lewis followed me into the kitchen and jumped backward when I spun around, wide-eyed. “What the fuck?” “What?” Lewis asked. “Why is he here?” “Ryan?” “Yes, Ryan!” I hissed. “Why did you bring the pastor’s son here on the night we were going to…” I stopped, unable to complete the thought as my mind felt as if it was overloading. “…to fuck?” Lewis finished. I nodded. “I thought it would be alright,” Lewis said. “I didn’t think you’d be mad if I brought someone else over for fucking.” Lewis’s words were moving through my mind at a slow speed. “For fucking?” I asked. Lewis smiled and nodded. “Are you serious?” “Sure am,” Lewis said. “And does he know…?” “…that you fucked me? He does. He fucked me a few weeks ago.” “He fucked you?” “Not as good as you did,” Lewis said, stepping forward and placing his hands on my shoulders, running his fingers down my arms, squeezing my muscles. “After we fucked, I was losing it a bit. You didn’t speak to me right after, so I panicked. I thought I did something wrong.” I’d forgotten how insecure teenagers were, even though I taught them almost every single day. I should have known that Lewis would have been freaked out and needed to talk. “I stayed with Ryan for a weekend in his dorm and told him everything,” Lewis continued. “You do realize he could have outed you and me, right? I could lose my job.” “I’m eighteen,” he said. “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “You’re still a student. I’m still a teacher. They don’t like it when we fuck the students, even if they are legal.” I backed away from him, his fingers which had moved down to my hips, fingers stretching back to my ass, trying to keep me close. “We barely dodged a bullet.” “He’s not going to tell anyone,” Lewis said. “He kissed me,” Lewis stepped forward, arms wrapping over my shoulders and pulling me close, our faces inches apart. He leaned in and we kissed, soft at first and then deeply until I let out a loud moan. “Everything alright in there?” Domonic called. “We’re fine,” I said. I looked at Lewis who smiled, his face flushed. Fuck, I wanted to kiss him again, to tear off his clothing, to fuck him harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone before. “So,” I said, regaining composure, “he kissed you…” “And then he fucked me,” Lewis said. “Turns out, he’s been jerking off to men for a while.” “Really? Ryan?” Lewis nodded. “He says he’s fantasized about you.” “Me?” I asked, my dick growing hard, creating an outline in my pants. “What did you tell him?” “That you’re big,” he said, running his hand along my bulge, sending chills throughout my body, knees weak. “That I almost drowned in your cum.” “Big expectations,” I said. “I also found out that he’s got a thing for Pastor Ryder,” he said. “Pastor Ryder?” I asked, worried about how much he knew. “When you messaged me,” Lewis said, “I thought I’d bring him too. He’s desperate for someone to fuck his ass, and he wants to fuck someone else’s ass, too.” “Busy guy.” Lewis craned his neck, looking back out into the living room. “Is Mr. Moore gay?” I nodded. “That’s awesome,” Lewis said. “I want you to fuck me again, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t getting hard thinking of him pounding me.” “I’m glad you feel that way,” I said, noticing movement behind Lewis. “What the…” Lewis turned. “Pastor Kline?” Pastor Kline stood just outside the kitchen doorway, his focus set on the living room where I heard the conversation stop. What the FUCK is he doing? I moved past Lewis and reached out for Pastor Kline, but he pulled away, moving into the living room. “Why is he here?” Lewis asked. I looked at Lewis, a guilty grin acting as my answer. Lewis’s eyes opened wide as his mouth dropped open. “No. Fucking. Way.” “Ryan,” Pastor Kline said, Lewis and I following after him. “What are you doing here?” “Dad?” Ryan exclaimed, jumping up. Pastor Kline turned to me. “What’s going on?” “Well…” I started, realizing I had no way of clearly explaining the mess. I also realized that my bulge was noticeable, my abundant pre-cum already creating a large wet mark on my pants. “Isn’t it obvious?” Domonic asked, the only man looking relaxed as if he was enjoying himself. “Ryan is gay and so is his dad, but neither knew about the other’s need for dick.” Ryan and Pastor Kline stared at each other, the room unnaturally silent. “Is that true?” Pastor Kline asked. “Are you gay?” Ryan looked back at me and Lewis, both of us nodding. “I am,” he said. “And you are, too?” Pastor Kline nodded. “Why are you here?” Ryan asked. “Lewis said it was just going to be us and Mr. Flanagan.” “It’s a bit of a complex explanation,” Will said, appearing behind us with Jay close behind. “What the fuck is happening?” Lewis asked. “Now this is a fucking church meeting,” Domonic said. “Everyone come into the living room,” I told them. We were all sitting, the tension in the room at a high. Still, something about it was keeping me hard, especially seeing Ryan and Pastor Kline so close together. Pastor Kline being a bottom made sense, his need for dick almost plastered on his face. Ryan held a dominant quality about him, a quality I was sure turned Pastor Kline on and fueled many masturbatory nights. Had Ryan really fucked Lewis? Did he really have a thing for me and Pastor Ryder? I watched as his eyes focused on Will and me, a lusting appearing along with his unease. “As you’ve probably guessed,” Will started, “everyone in this room is gay.” “What the fuck is going on at your church?” Domonic said, smiling, his hand rubbing his crotch. “Obviously, Lewis,” Will said, “you didn’t know when you were coming here tonight that we’d be here. We didn’t know anything about Ryan.” “Why is everyone here?” Lewis asked, looking at me. “After we fucked,” I told him, “I went and spoke to Pastor Kline and Pastor Ryder. I thought I was going to confess to them. Instead, they got me off.” “You told them?” Lewis asked. “You were pissed that I told Ryan.” “They got you off?” Ryan added, looking at his dad. “I had a feeling he was gay,” Pastor Kline said. “Then they brought Peter to me,” Domonic said. “He needed some breaking in.” “And who are you?” Ryan asked. “Beyond being Mr. Moore.” “I’m the one who started this fuckfest,” Domonic said. “You see, I seduced Will and fucked him several times. Practically broke his hole, but the good Lord gave him a dick that almost rivals mine.” “Really?” Ryan asked, eyes now glued to Will’s crotch, his own crotch starting to tent. “Then,” Domonic continued, “he went to visit his family, and he fucked his brother. Say ‘Hi,’ Jay.” Jay raised his hand. Lewis and Ryan looked at each other, their bulges growing fast. “Will came back, found out Pastor Kline had thrown himself at me, so I had him waiting on my bed. We both fucked him.” “They fucked you?” Ryan asked his dad. “Several times,” Domonic said. “Even more than that.” “I’m sorry, son,” Pastor Kline said. “I can’t help it. I need cock. I need someone fucking my ass or my throat. I love the taste of cum and the smell of sweaty men. I even drink their piss when they’re ready to burst. I need dominant men taking control and using me like a cumdump.” “Fuck, you’re making me hard,” Jay said, his hand rubbing his dick through his pants. “After my confession,” I said, picking up the story, “I went, and Domonic fucked me the first time. After that, I’ve been fucked several times and have fucked several times.” “We’ve witnessed the miracle that is his unlimited jizz supply,” Domonic said. Couldn’t believe it till I saw it with my own eyes. I’m sure Lewis can attest to it.” Lewis nodded. “And when we knew Lewis would be wanting more dick in his ass,” Domonic said, eyeing Lewis, “We knew we had to take a chance.” “You’re all here to fuck me?” Lewis asked. He smiled. “Fucking hot.” He stood up and pulled off his shirt and started unbuttoning his pants. “Who wants to go first?” “It’s not that simple,” Will said. “Why not?” Lewis asked. We all looked at each other, the moment we had been dreading finally here. “Something you don’t know about us,” Will started, “is that we aren’t just a group of gay men fucking. You see, Domonic is poz. He’s HIV+, something he thought I knew when he fucked me.” “We only fuck bare,” Domonic said. “No condoms allowed.” “Isn’t that dangerous?” Lewis asked. “Dangerous if you don’t want it,” Domonic told him. “Exciting if you’re looking to fuck the way men are meant to fuck, to fuck with freedom and no limits. You see everyone is burdened by this fear of sexual depravity and perversion. When you’re poz, that fear disappears because you embrace the depravity and perversion for what they truly are: mind-blowing passion.” “Are you all…” Ryan asked, looking around the room. “I’m not,” I said. “Though, I am trying.” Ryan looked at his dad. “Are you?” Pastor Kline nodded. “Does mom know?” “Absolutely not,” he said. “I don’t plan on her ever knowing or ever pozzing her. It’s my choice. Ryan, it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I’ve never felt this free before. I know this is a shock, but it’s something I’ve wanted for so long. Even in college I wanted this. I couldn’t say no.” “That’s why you didn’t know about us being here,” Will said. “We only want to come out if you were alright with fucking bareback, knowing you’ll probably be pozzed.” Lewis looked at me. “You’re trying to get infected?” I nodded. “What’s it like?” “Incredible,” I told him. “It’s the best experience I’ve ever had.” Lewis looked at Ryan, a discussion taking place between them in silence. “I’ve come this far,” Lewis said. “And the thought of never having Mr. Flanagan’s dick in my hole again, even after he is pozzed, is something I don’t want to think about.” My cock got as hard as it had ever been. “I get your ass first,” Domonic told Lewis. “It’s only right.” “Sounds good to me,” Lewis said, walking over to Domonic, flaunting his almost naked body in front of him. Domonic reached out and pulled Lewis closer, his hands running along the young man’s slender frame. “Fuck, Peter,” he said, looking at me, pulling Lewis don’t onto his lap, “anymore students you want to fuck?” “None like him,” I said. “And what about you, Ryan?” Pastor Kline asked, staring at his son. “I guess I’ve got only two questions,” Ryan said, looking at Will. “Pastor Ryder, will you fuck my virgin ass?” Will smiled. “I’d love to.” Ryan smiled. “And Dad?” “Yes, son?” “Can I fuck your ass right after?” Pastor Kline smiled. “Ryan, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” “Enough talking,” Jay said, his clothing already off, his dick hard. “Let’s fuck these young men up.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ I didn't realize just how much discussion would be needed to bring everything together. Sorry for the lack of sex, but the next chapter or two or three will be all sex. I tried to make it as hot as I could without everyone shoving their dicks into whatever hole was open. Stopping Domonic from jumping on Ryan and Lewis the second they walked in was hard. Don't worry, he'll have them soon enough. I have an idea for another character to be introduced, one that a reader suggested to me, and I like it. It'll take some thinking, but we'll see what happens. I don't want to drag this story out for no reason. It does need an end. Also, I can't believe this story has almost 100,000 views (right now it's at 94.4 k). Thanks for reading.

We got fucked in all sorts of positions after that, but my favourite was when we were bent over opposite sides of the dining table, able to look in each other's eyes as the guys did a round robin on each of us. They were all getting pretty verbal about the gifts they were giving us, and we didn't hold back in encouraging them along. It was fucking hot to hear my 18 year old quarterback brother demanding they breed him. It was much later on that we heard a load of deep motorbike growls from outside, shortly after which a load more men walked into the room. They were proper badass-looking bikers, lots of leather, tattoos and silver jewellery, and they were rough fuckers right from the outset. The host and his original guests seemed to gradually disappear from the room, I guess to lie down and rest elsewhere in the house, whilst the bikers absolutely pounded me and my brother over and over. They were even more verbal about their disease than the other guys had been, and seemed to want my brother in particular to beg for mercy. Gotta give him credit, he played along even though I could tell he was loving what they were doing to him. The only time I saw him get a bit uneasy is when they decided to start double-fucking us, something that neither of us had done before, but where I took a long time to get comfortable with having two of their massive, pierced dicks inside me at once, his ass was clearly more accommodating and he was soon enthusiastically pushing back on them. Slut. It must have been the early hours of the morning when we were given another break, with us joining the bikers outside to smoke a few cigarettes. Then we were ushered back in the house and up the stairs, before being urged into separate bedrooms. The one I was almost pushed into had three of the original guys asleep on an absolutely huge bed, and after pulling off what remained of my army uniform I climbed on and squeezed into a gap to lie down. I think I pretty much passed out when I got horizontal. I woke at some point after dawn to the feeling of being fucked again, and sure enough one of my bedmates had positioned himself against my back and slipped into me. It was quite a gentle fuck, but once he'd come the other two turned me on my front and then used some leather restraints I hadn't noticed before to secure my arms and legs so I was splayed out. They then both took turns climbing on my back and fucking me until they shot off another volley of toxic cum inside my now loose and sloppy hole. What I wasn't expecting was that I was left in that position for hours. Guys came and went, and for all I knew they were men who hadn't been at the party the night before as I couldn't see any of them. What I did know is that my brother was also being fucked still, as I could occasionally hear him begging for loads through what must have been quite a thin wall. Just when I was starting to get concerned that my mom would be getting worried about where both her sons had gone without a word, I was released from the restraints and allowed to get up and stretch. "You did good son" said the host. "Thanks" I replied. "Now go get yourself showered and off home" he said. There were still fucking sounds coming from the other bedroom. "What about my brother?" I asked. "I'm not leaving without him." "Don't worry, I expect they'll be done with him soon" the host replied. "Not often these guys get to use such a prime piece of teenage meat. Get yourself cleaned up and then I'll see if can prise him away from them for you." I nodded at him, then made my way towards the bathroom and got in the shower. I was aching, my hole was sore and gaping, I had dried cum everywhere while fresher deposits oozed out of me, so it was a relief to get under the flow of hot water. I spent a bit of time in there, and was just getting out when my brother came into the room, looking as fucked-out and used as I felt. "Fucking hell" he whispered. "I'm so fucking sore." "Me too" I said, managing to give him a small smile. "You OK though?" "Tired" he said, "but yeah, I'm OK." He got showered while I dried off, feeling a bit fraternal and not wanting to leave him alone in there. I stayed with him while he dried off as well, and then we both exited at the same time to find the host and one of the other guys waiting for us outside holding our clothes in neatly folded piles. We took the piles into one of the bedrooms while they disappeared off downstairs, and we silently and achingly got dressed. We then headed downstairs to the smell of some sort of fast food, and sure enough there were two McDonald's bags sitting out for us with a coffee each as well. "Thanks boys" said the host, coming in from the yard. "Marvin went out and got those for you as we figured you'd be hungry." "Thanks" I said. "We'll take these to go if that's OK. Our mom might be getting worried." "No problem" he replied. "You've got my number, so let me know how you get on, or if you want to come back for another party." "I will do" I said, before grabbing the bags while my brother picked up the coffees. We headed down the hallway and back out the front door, finding most of the cars and trucks from the night before had gone as had the motorbikes. We got into Dad's old car, and I reversed us out onto the street and then drove a few minutes to somewhere we could pull over on a quiet street near our house. We then tucked into the food and coffees in silence, before I drove us the rest of the way back. I went in first as I could get away with being dressed in my uniform, but my brother stayed in the car until I slipped back out with some jogging bottoms and a sweater he could slip on over his kit before coming inside with me. He got some grief from Mom about being out all night, not something she seemed to care about with me, but she was tired from her overnight shift and eventually let it go so she could head off to bed. We both followed suit, exhausted after the all-night toxic gangbang we had been through. After giving ourselves a couple of days to recover, we both eventually admitted to each other that we were ready to get fucked again. My brother suggested I show him the ropes in the woods, and for the next few days as our mom toiled away at Target overnight, her sons could be found bent over logs or leaning against trees behind the bus terminal, taking whatever the local men had to offer. It was about two weeks later that we both started to feel unwell, and I recognised the symptoms as what we should expect as we converted. Mom did her best to look after us, and after a few days we were both a lot better. At my suggestion, my brother agreed that we should probably go to a clinic to get tested, so we got in the car and drove the two hours it took to get to the city so that we could go to one of the anonymous drop-in centres we'd read about online. Lord only knows what the staff thought at two guys who were obviously brothers arriving to get tested, particularly when our results came out and we elected to be told them together. Unsurprisingly, we were both now poz. "You OK?" I asked my brother, after the staff had left us in peace. "Yeah" he said, turning to look at me. "You?" "Yeah" I replied. "To be honest I'm kinda surprised I wasn't already poz after all those fucks I took in the woods before." "Guess the party really worked" he said, grinning at me. "I guess so" I said, grinning back. With that, we got up and headed outside onto the street. It was a bit of a walk back to the car, and I don't know what it was, but something in me wanted to connect with my brother at this moment. I put my arm over his shoulder as we walked, and moments later his arm came across my back and he gripped my bicep. We didn't say anything or look at each other, instead just focusing on the sidewalk as we strode forward. Siblings. Sluts. Toxic. Whatever. In that moment, we were brothers in arms... ----- THE END Guys, I'm going to leave it there as I'm off on holiday tomorrow and have got a shit tonne of domestic chores to do first. Thanks for the many reactions and comments - hope you all enjoyed this conclusion.

This all started around the end of 2018 when Patrick started PrEP. As someone who’s a bit shy around sex Patrick felt that PrEP could reduce his anxiety around condomless sex and turn him more into the pig he always desired to be. You see, he had a darker sexual idea of intimacy for years but never fully embraced it. For a long time he’d been a member of bareback forums and a member of BBRT even since he was a first year undergrad in college. While Patrick fantasized bareback sex and getting roughed up in the bathhouses of the big city, these desires only stayed a fantasy and never were a reality. Patrick had a deep desire for hairy men, group sex, flip fucking, exchanging seed and swapping loads, pummeling each other and using loads as lubricant, in dark, dimly lit spaces. To Patrick, PrEP could be the key he needed to unlock his promiscuity. The time he first started taking PrEP was also around the same time Patrick accepted a new job at a startup in the Flatiron neighborhood. Things were looking up for him now as he had entered his late 20s; he was more assured with the direction his career was heading. Additionally, a new workout routine had finally started to kick into a higher gear as he began focusing more on weight training, pushing less reps and heavier weights, and feeling more confident with the barbell. A few months prior Patrick was an average weight-height ratio, a true mesomorph, with a little extra love around his chest and hips, but since he began hitting the gym and eating leaner, he was losing weight and seeing more definition in his arms, back, and shoulders. Walking around nude around the locker room was also different, as his shyness was becoming less and less obvious from his early and mid 20s. His chest hair was also starting to grow more dark and curly; he was becoming more manly and less boyish. If he had time after his workout, he’d even stick around in his towel and begin to use the dry sauna, hoping to catch sight of someone joining him or to hook eyes with another gym rat. On an early November morning Patrick had planned his PrEP appointment at the Chelsea health clinic not far from the office. Showing up early he was amongst a bunch of other gay men waiting outside for the doors to open. Patrick was a bit nervous as he wasn’t sure how much time he’d need or how seamless the process would be with the doctor. In no time the doors had opened, and the queue had begun filling in their clipboards with personal information. Finally after nearly an hour and a half, his number was called and was presented to the doctor who’d exchange all the information he needed to begin building up his immunity. Upon finishing up his appointment and heading to his office for the day, he had already begun his daily regimen of the blue pill to become the primal bareback sex fucker he’d been pining for. All Patrick needed to do now was wait for 2 weeks and the games would begin. He kept track every morning how many days left until he’d let his body be consumed by all the new fuck buddies he’d soon be making. Motivated and completely horned by all this activity and excitement about being used, Patrick decided to walk back after work to the west side of town to Chelsea and head to his go-to sex shop, the one with a long blue awning outside and awkward mannequins in the window display. His current bottle of poppers were drying up and needed to refill, but some other purchases could possibly inspire him that day at the store. While he typically didn’t buy much more than a bottle of poppers and silicone lube, Patrick decide to go for his first jockstrap with a thick black waist band and a big pouch to hold all his junk in. Feeling a bit out of place and unsure what he actually wanted, he kept flipping the jocks across the clothing rack rather quickly as if he knew what he wanted, but clearly didn’t come PrEPared. Upon finding something medium size, and simple in design, Patrick brought his selected black jockstrap to the cash register to this cute guy who he recognized before from prior shop visits. This man in his late thirties has a good looking face but not particularly conversational. Patrick gestured to this cashier that he needed a minute to grab some poppers on the shelf behind the line, but instead of grabbing 1 bottle he grabbed 3. 1 bottle he picked up he recognized and 2 were new he hadn’t tried. He felt it was worth investigating further so he asked the cashier “would you recommend these 3?” The cashier took a look at the selection and without hesitation returned “I’d go for the white English one missing the logo, guys say it’s pretty strong”. Looking at the price it was more expensive and in a larger bottle than the others. The value made sense to Patrick so he quickly exchanged one of the 2 new ones for the white bottle and was ready to commit. To Patrick, the stronger the fumes, the better the fucking. “sounds like you’re gonna have one hell of a night”, the cashier said softly as he winked and smiled. Patrick blushed, “well I’m hoping to branch out a bit from the same ones I always get”, proving just how shy Patrick is. He could feel his palms sweat, as the cashier handed him the small stapled paper bag with the poppers and jock. “Have a nice night!” as Patrick scurried out. “You too man!” he could hear from behind. Once home in Harlem Patrick started messaging some guys on BBRT, invigorated by his new purchases and with the renewed sense of certainty that he was getting closer to uninhibited group sex he always desired. One of the guys messaged Patrick, giving him a jolt of horniness and excitement. The message was super basic as you can imagine. “Hey what’s up” this stud wrote. Intrigued by the prospect, Patrick went to his profile to see a guy who was well built, and listing many hot keywords: kissing, sucking, verse, group fun, rimming, 69, undetectable. This guys preferences were practically singing to Patrick as he began envisioning the two of them entwining their bodies together, exchanging their fluids, exchanging saliva and cum, licking each others sweat, huffing and huffing poppers all night. Patrick also saw a coupl emojis: eggplants as usual, but also a mountain and some clouds blowing, which he thought seemed a bit out of context. Without much thought Patrick began edging carefully as he contemplated messaging him back. Patrick thought that this might be someone he could meet up with in the coming days, as his plan was to wait until Friday night after work and see what kind of trouble he could get himself in to. Restraining himself from cumming, Patrick decided to prioritize browsing guys and getting comfortable with what hot profiles his neighborhood could offer. He did not recognize anyone from any prior hookup but potentially there could have been prior messages Patrick had regrettably ghosted in the past. Not this time he thought. Friday finally came, and Patrick felt like a kid waking to a white Christmas morning. Now that he completed his immunization, Patrick would later that night go hunting on BBRT across the entire city, searching for verse and hairy guys who wanted to ram their cocks into cum filled holes. Getting through the day, Patrick hit the NYSC by Park Ave around lunchtime, focusing on his arms and chest. Patrick spent a solid hour and 10 minutes working his body, feeling his testosterone lighten the stress a bit. Looking in the mirror of the locker room Patrick could clearly see the results of today’s routine, recognizing his arms and chest all pink and swollen from the pump of his workout; his face was flushed pink as well. Everyone else in the locker room during the lunch rush minded their business as if it were a normal Friday. After Patrick had returned back to the office, he pursued his remaining tasks before the weekend started. Patrick’s last meeting finished up, and by 6 it was time to leave, catch the D train home to 145th St. and start PrEParing for the night. Patrick was completely spent from the long draining day at work and feeling the exhaustion from his workout, he was feeling more focused on his need for a nap once he got home. Speed walking from the station and from the dark and cold air, Patrick made it home, walked up his quiet and empty apartment, and slipped into bed, setting his alarm for 9:30. Hearing the gentle chimes, Patrick recognized that it was well into his Friday evening and he needed to get a move on. Luckily, Patrick slept solidly and was ready to focus on getting some dinner ready and start cleaning his ass. Patrick had a basic meal ready in no time, accompanied by a few shots of rum. It was strong but would help him relax even further into the night. It was time to hit the shower, taking with him his douche, his new poppers, and his music playlist. The playlist that Patrick had curated was dedicated to deep and seductive beats, a very low energy but could easily put you in a sexual trans. While he didn’t want to take too long cleaning himself, Patrick took the liberty of opening one of his fresh poppers and inhaling the fumes through one of his nostrils, letting the warmth make his body glow. His heart was pounding in his ears as his ass lips were pulsing. Patrick slipped 2 fingers up his ass, feeling the pleasure of something entering his ass and rubbing the walls inside. His cock was full of pulsing blood, making him erect at 8 inches. Fuck. Tonight was going to be a ride. By nearly 10:30 Patrick was fully prepped, and feeling the intensity of his continued use of poppers mixed with the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Patrick could feel the worked muscles from his workout and confident with his looks. Dried off and laying in bed, Patrick opened up BBRT and began exploring all online profiles within a 5 mile radius. The profiles were just incredible; it was a buffet of furry raunchy pigs. It seemed that every block in the city showed somebody online wanting to bareback. Patrick was sweating and he could see clear precum begin to ooze from his erect cut shaft dribble down his mushroom head. Patrick was determined he was going to hit up multiple guys and take each of their loads, allowing them to churn the last pigs shot into him like making butter, slicking his ass with any load he could get. While there were some messages sent from blank profiles, Patrick kept on, sending a handful of messages of his own indicating that he was interested in what the other guys were up to. He soon checked out a profile of a couple in their 40s who lived close to his Harlem apartment. The pictures from their side looked hot!, (although who could know for sure if they were up to date). Some of the photos had them together and some separate. One of the guys a bit tall and somewhat thinner but broad shoulders, while the other guy was a bit more beefy and a chest full of hair. Their account showed active and online, and that they can host, fantastic! Patrick sent a message and waited a bit, and in very little time he got a reply from the couple. For Patrick, this couple would be his priority if they could host and could host NOW. After some quick back and forth, the conversation did not waste any time getting to the matter of position, likes, timing, and phone numbers. Moving to text, the couple sent the address and let Patrick head on over. Slipping on the new jockstrap, warm clothes and a shoulder bag with his new sex supplies, Patrick would show up on their brownstone doorstep within 15 minutes. After being buzzed in and walking up to the third floor, Patrick could hear their apartment front door open with a low voice call him in to greet him. Seeing the guys head peek out, the taller partner welcomed Patrick with a warm tone to his voice, covering his mostly naked body with the front door. “I’m Mike, great to see you Patrick” Mike closed the door behind Patrick and were facing each other, with Mike only wearing short briefs. Looking at his face Patrick recognized him from the photos very clearly and was relieved to see that his photos were accurate. Entering their apartment, Patrick was met with the smell of burning incense and low lit colorful lighting, and a warm air temperature. Patrick scanned the room trying to gauge the layout and if the partner was around. “You look incredibly fucking hot, this is going to be a lot of fun” Mike closed in on Patrick. Given that everything was meeting Patrick’s immediate expectations he was relaxed to give Mike a smile and a brief embrace. “Thanks for having me over so quickly you look hot yourself” Patrick returned. Mike continued to gaze into Patrick’s eyes. At this point, a sound from the kitchen could be heard as the partner, wearing a tank and briefs, came around the corner holding what appeared to be Gatorades. “Hey there kiddo I’m Ben” the shorter partner said. Mike looked at Ben with a devilish grin as Ben came up to Patrick, giving him an amicable hug to gesture his welcome. “So how long have you lived in Harlem? I don’t think I’ve seen you much online or at anybody else’s house before” Ben said “Yeah I’ve been in this area four years actually, I just don’t log on too often” Patrick replied, taking off his coat and placing the bag to the floor. “Well we’re looking forward to getting to know you better” Said Mike, smiling Small chat continued briefly about the apartment, helping Patrick ease into the environment, and the hosts were gracious to help him get comfortable. “Water?” Ben asked, heading back to the kitchen “Yes that would be great thank you. By the way I picked up some fresh poppers I hope that’s something we could try if you’re interested” “Thanks for bringing them! We can’t get enough of them. We have some new ones too so we should be in good company” said Ben Mike ushered Patrick, “come follow me Patrick. And hey, Ben? Can you also grab the other supplies?” Mike led Patrick thru the living room down their hallway, opening the door a bit further to Mike and Ben’s bedroom, more dimly lit and curtains sealing the windows. A projector was also showing incredible porn with the volume at a decent level. There was also a laptop in the middle of the bed and several cups on their dresser right near the bed. Patrick was excited but nervous, recognizing that things were gonna start heating up. “This is our room, now don’t be shy you can have a seat in the bed let me grab some candy we picked up from the deli” Patrick removed his shoes and socks, took a spot on the bed and watched as Ben came in with the Gatorade and gummy bears from the kitchen. Mike came over to Patrick and proceeded to deeply kiss him from the edge of the bed. “Let’s take this off shall we” Mike said looking into Patrick’s eyes and running his fingers across his waist. Before long, Patrick had pulled his long sleeve shirt over his head and revealed his chest. Ben had now reappeared in the doorway, focusing on their new guest as Mike took Patrick’s shirt and laid it on a side chair. Patrick’s heart was racing but was more excited than nervous. “Oh let me grab my bag in the living room” Patrick got up and headed down the hall. Grabbing his bag, Patrick returned down the hall half naked and reentered the bedroom. Ben had taken to the bed having removed his short as Mike was going through the drawers looking for something. Ben gestured to Patrick to come meet him in bed, and Patrick responded by unbuttoning his pants and exposing his black jockstrap and his hairy legs. “WOOF you’re gonna make us wild tonight, bring that ass over here!” Mike called. Climbing into the bed, Patrick dove straight into Ben and began making out aggressively, tongue locked and feeling their bodies press against each other. They could feel each others muscles and firm and warm bodies comfortably come together as they started to suck each others necks. “ would you like to try on any of our gear? We have tube socks and a harness if you’d like, I’m gonna put mine on” Mike said. Patrick chimed “ I’d love to sure “ returning to Ben, as Ben licked his pecks. Patrick’s set of gear was handed to him and he quickly figured out how the back pieces crossed and how his arms would feed through. Patrick could hear the poppers open as Ben inhaled long in each nostril. Ben looked like he entered Pleasure Island as he sat back against the headboard, took a pause to let the warmth run through his body. Patrick climbed back to Ben, facing him with his ass facing Mike. In moments, Patrick could feel the third person join the bed and began rimming his ass. Mike cradled Patrick’s dick as Mike licked upwards to the base, back toward his hole. Mike's tongue circled and circled, while he stroked Patrick’s dick slowly and tenderly. And then SLAP - against Patrick’s ass. Ben and Patrick continued licking each others tongues and exchanging saliva. Their hands cupping around each others ears to stabilize each other and holding each other firmly. Mike was now sucking on Patrick’s ass hole as the inner ass muscles were relaxed. Ben grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it to Patrick’s nostrils. “Five seconds each kiddo, we’re gonna all take a turn and get flying” Ben said. Patrick complied, letting each nostril fill with the amyl fumes, reaching his blood vessels and through his body. It was ecstasy, and Patrick took a third hit before passing the bottle to Mike. Mike inhaled twice in each nostril before capping the bottle and throwing the poppers on to the bed. “Want a cock ring? Might be fun if you haven’t used one” Ben asked me. “Yeah I’ve never used one but I’ll take one if you’ve got an extra” Patrick replied. Ben scurried off the bed and went to the dresser. Sitting back against the pillows, Patrick and Mike faced each other before colliding into each others arms and started licking each others chest. Patrick could taste Mike's salty body, letting his lips suck at Mike's treasure trail, down into his crotch. Patrick proved more dominant and pushed Mike back to expose Mike's mast. Immediately Patrick began feasting on his meat, roughly 7 inches long but pretty fat. Each of them slipped on their elastic and colorful rings. Patrick felt like it wasn’t completely necessary for his already hard dick but felt comfortable with the pressure on his balls. Before continuing Patrick grabbed some water and rehydrated. Ben, applied lube to Mike's cock and said, “wanna ride him first? And I face fuck you?” Without hesitation Patrick swung his legs on both sides of Mike to straddle him as he lined up Mike's dick right up to his loose fuck hole. Letting Patrick control the dick invasion, the slick cock pushed through Patrick’s ass lips and began to slide slowly through, letting out a low and deep moan. Ben already had the poppers ready for Patrick, as Patrick took a longer huff in each nostril. Once Patrick was sitting at the root of Mike’s throbbing dick, he let Mike's meat adjust in his warm soft cunt and settle in its new home, until he slowly begun riding back and forth like a jockey, rocking and milking themselves; Patrick pinning down Mike's elbows, and their rhythm maintaining a good pace. Ben climbed over Mike's face, giving his partner access to his sweet furry cunt, and Patrick access to his swollen uncut rod. Ben could now lean forward and grip Patrick’s hips, massaging his back muscles and lightly dig his fingernails up and down. It left red marks but not in a painful way. Patrick was quietly working Ben’s growing hard-on as Mike sucked his partners hairy ball sack. The moaning of all three of them continued as the porn from the projector continued through the queue of scenes. Now you could hear the bed beginning to squeak just a bit but ultimately the bed contained these pigs pretty well. Their heat was warming up the room and Patrick was in the center of the action. Their sweat had made his skin slick, and occasionally requiring he push back his bangs. “Hey wanna try something stronger? We wanna see if you’d like to try something that’s similar to poppers but lasts more than just a couple minutes. It’s definitely stronger and we have a bunch we wanna share with ya” Patrick’s eyes lit up. Hearing that it was similar to poppers was what Patrick was hoping to hear and this couple was fulfilling his needs. Continuing to ride Mike, Patrick agreed “fuck yeah I want you to take me beyond the limit” “Trust us you’re gonna love it. It’s gonna be a good time” Ben said in an enthusiastic way, emphasizing the last sentence. Mike looked to Ben and Ben got to the bedside table and got three big shot glasses already pre poured with what looked like a red Gatorade cocktail. “What’s in that?” Patrick asked. “Some really good shit. You’re gonna feel incredibly cock hungry and you’ll want more. Start with this dosage and see how you feel after 30 minutes.” Ben said. Stopping for a moment for Mike to pull over and sit upright, Mike grabbed a shot glass and handed one to Patrick and Ben grabbed Mike a glass and one for himself. “See ya on the other side kiddo”

Chapter 5 I entered Brad’s house the same way as I usually did, under darkness. Once in his main room, the tv was on again, showing a guy in a sling. ’Underss’ came the command . I quickly stripped. I stood there whilst Brad inspected me. ‘ the piercings look good, the tattoo is a good choice. Now put this on’ . He handed me a harness. I was a little awkward, I hadn’t used one before but had seen them in the gay porn I had been watching. ‘You will get used to wearing this and not a lot else when you are bottoming for guys. You can take this , you will have to hide it from your girlfriend. If she is still your girlfriend when she returns’ Brad commanded. My thoughts were scrambling, I hadn’t missed Jess , but wasn’t sure what I felt anymore. ‘Kneel’ I knelt and sucked Brad s cock as it appeared in front of me. I then had more poppers pushed in front of my face. ‘Inhale’ I did so. My head swam as Brad’s muscular arms lifted me up. He put a blindfold on me and led me to another room. I was disorientated, as Brad positioned me into what I worked out was a sling. My arms and legs were tied in silence. ‘Have you been using the butt plug?’ ‘Yes Sir’ I replied, eagerly. ‘Good, keep using it, I want you to get used to your ass being stretched and filled’ my teacher continued. ‘ I am going to gradually stretch your ass so eventually it will be able to take anything and everything. I think you want that don’t you?’ I nodded automatically ‘yes sir’ I felt cold fingers pushing into my hole, first one then two. Some cold lube was being worked in me, then a third finger. More lube and I felt a fourth. My ass felt fully stretched as Brad started pushing his four fingers in and out slowly. I grunted as I felt as though I was splitting apart as Brad’s hand started moving in and out faster. ‘I’m going to stretch you, it may bleed a little first time but nothing to worry about. You will want more until you can take a fist’ he explained as he picked up pace and started pummelling my hole, before suddenly pulling out. Before I could catch my breath, his hand was replaced by his cock, the temporary empty feeling immediately changing to feeling my ass full of cock. ‘ you are a natural’ Brad continued’ I’ve not had many pupils as eager as you to change. I can tell you just love cock and it won’t be long before you are living a new life’ Brad picked up pace, grabbing my harness as he pushed his cock deep in me. I felt helpless in the sling, my ass feeling full with cock as Brad used my hole. ‘Here comes today’s load ‘ he grunted as he came, holding me onto his cock as he pushed deep one last time. Brad slowly withdrew, and untied the bonds. ‘Dress, put your sweatshirt on over the harness. Keep that on, there is someone I’d like you to meet. You drive, I’ll direct you. I slipped on my joggers and sweatshirt, over the harness. Despite my hole being wet with cum, I felt sexy with it on. Brad directed me on a fifteen minute drive, to a local hospice. ‘I want you to meet my teacher. Bob . taught me what I’m teaching you. He made me who I am. He’s not well now but the nurses will allow us a little time with him. ‘ I followed Brad through the entrance and to a private room. ‘ I’ve brought you my newest student Bob’ Brad said as I followed him into the room. ‘Be good to him’ I looked at Bob. He was lying on a bed in his pyjamas. He was bald and looked thin and gaunt. His skin was blotchy and he clearly wasn’t well. I presumed he had cancer, but didn’t want to ask as he may have not wanted to talk about it ‘Hello son’ he whispered. Brad said ‘ I’ve got to check something with the nurses, be back in ten’ and popped out of the door. ‘Come here, I’ve heard about you’ Bob said quietly. I walked up to the side of his bed. ‘Let me show you something boy’ Bob said. He pushed back the covers and was naked from the waist down. But what grabbed my attention was his cock. It wasn’t very thick but it was really long, a good ten inches, and hard. ‘This has given me a lot of pleasure over the years, even if it got me in here’ he said as he started wanking his cock. I was mesmerised . ‘ I hear you love cock’ Bob said. ‘Play with an old man’s cock for me. It’s ok the nurses allow me privacy when I have a visitor’ instinctively I held out my hand and gripped around his cock, massaging it gently. Some precum oozed from the tip. My cock brain was taking over. My own cock was stiff in my joggers as I naturally lowered my head to suck on Bob’s cock. I savoured the taste as I wanked him ,. I felt Bobs hand feeling my bum, and as I continued sucking, I felt Bob slide my joggers down, allowing my stiff cock to spring free. I closed my eyes as I worked his cock, one of Bobs hands stroking my own cock, the other sliding over my ass, before a finger snaked between my cheeks and slid smoothly onto my hole, the cum leaking out of my ass acting as lube. ‘Looks like I’m not the first in your hole tonight’ Bob whispered. I looked up, noticing for the first time a scorpion tattoo just like Brad’s on Bob’s abdomen. ‘climb up here on the bed’Bob said . I shrugged off my joggers and climbed on the bed, straddling Bob, my cock rock hard as Bob leaned forwards to take it in his mouth. I closed my eyes again as Bob expertly sucked my cock and fingered my hole shoving two fingers roughly in me. He stopped sucking and said ‘ Just gently sit back, let my cock slide in. I positioned the head at the entrance to my hole and lowered myself on him, impaling myself on his extra long pole. It slid in easily. My cock brain was in full flow as I picked up rhythm as I rode Bob. Before too long Bob whispered’ I’m nearly there, you will remember this fuck, let me cum in you’ I plunged down one last time on Bobs cock as he twitched, and I could feel him unload. I suddenly became aware of my surroundings as I slipped off him and climbed off the bed, quickly putting on my joggers and trainers. ‘thank you son, you’ve made an old man happy, and I hope I gave you what you wanted’ Bob whispered, holding my hand. ‘You did, your cock is incredible’ I replied, slightly missing the nuance of his words. Brad entered soon after and just asked me to step outside whilst he he’d a few words in private. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I was becoming a total cock whore, sucking and fucking any cock I saw. I would have to rein this in when Jess got back I thought, as Brad came out of the room. we walked back to the car in silence, with my mind racing. I loved the harness, my piercings and tattoos, I has to think carefully where I was heading. I dropped Brad off and drove home, where I slipped my own fingers in my hole to work some of the cum that was leaking out of me back in , before I showered. to be continued ………..

"Fuck me" said the host of the party as he opened the door and saw us standing there. "Hi" I said, smiling at his reaction. "Well hello soldier" he replied, before his eyes moved to my brother. "This must be the quarterback." "Hello sir" my brother said, sounding a little shaky. "Good to see you, young man" he replied. "You are going to be very popular." I saw my brother gulp, but he nodded at the older man. "I hope so sir" he said. "Well, come on inside boys" the man said, stepping aside. "Welcome to the party." We went inside, and followed the direction he gestured to make our way down the hallway to a huge kitchen-diner-den room. There were three big leather couches in there, with various guys sitting or standing around. "The entertainment's here!" the host announced, closely following us as we entered the room. The other men all turned to look, cheering or clapping their approval at the sight of us. We both stood there and looked around them all until the hubbub had quietened down, and then the host got us both a beer and gestured for us to join the other guys. We had both barely sat down on empty spots on separate couches when hands were placed on our shoulders, thighs, or wherever there was a gap. A guy standing behind the couch my brother was sitting on had leaned over and started feeling up his admittedly impressive pecs, which of course were still hidden under his football jersey. These guys weren't wasting any time, and we were clearly soon going to be getting fucked. And get fucked we did. I had drunk maybe two sips of my beer before the bottle was taken out of my hand and replaced with a cock to hold, while my other hand was being held against another man's still clothed crotch. This was all immaterial though, as drinking was no longer an option. Another man had taken up a standing position right in front of me and presented me with his own dick to suck, and despite the fact that this had actually never really been my thing, I went with it. I could no longer see my brother, but realised things had moved on a bit further on that couch when I heard one of the men complimenting his ass. Eventually the guy standing in front of me pulled his dick out of my mouth and stepped back, presenting me with the sight of my brother on all fours over the back of the couch, his face pressed in a guy's crotch, both arms outstretched so he could jerk off some men kneeling next to him, and a guy crouching down behind him rimming him out. I could not see where his shorts had gone, but he was still in his long socks, sneakers and bright red jock. Taking their cues from what was happening to my brother, then men who were swarmed around me proceeded to remove my boots and socks, then stood me up to get my pants off before turning me round and getting me on all fours on the couch. A man came round the couch and stood in front of me so I could take his dick into my mouth, but the other men focused on my ass rather than having me jerk them off any more. I felt a finger or two explore my hole, but it cannot have been more than a couple of minutes before they were replaced with a cock that firmly pushed into me. I was glad I had taken the time to loosen and lube myself up before getting dressed earlier. Once fully inside me, whoever it was started to enthusiastically pound me, repeatedly pushing me forward onto the cock in my mouth to the point that I started to choke on it a bit. This only seemed to spur both men on, and I had to focus on suppressing my gag reflex while breathing through my nose. I was being properly spit-roasted. The man in my ass got up to a climax pretty quickly, and yelled as he spurted what I presumed was a copious quantity of toxic seed into me. Once he pulled out another man pushed in and got to it, followed by a third after I had taken my second load of the evening. It was only during this third fuck, the cock in my mouth still somehow not shooting, when I heard my brother groan around the cock in his own cakehole. The men over there must have had enough of licking him out, as the sounds he was making made me sure he was now being fucked. As my own spit-roast continued at a pace, I did feel a slight pang that I wasn't able to watch him taking his first non-footballer cock. His first old man cock. His first toxic cock. We were both fucked repeatedly for quite some time, I guessed until everyone in attendance had blown at least one load. The man I had been sucking had some serious staying power, as he remained down my throat until the end and then moved round to be the last one to breed me before we took a break. Thoroughly fucked-out, my brother and I both turned round and slumped onto the couches and looked over at each other. He was panting and sweaty, I expected I was the same, but he seemed OK. Eventually I got up, found my pants and got a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket, then looked over at him and nodded. He hauled himself up, and we headed for the doors out to the yard so we could light up. "You OK?" I asked him, exhaling smoke. "Yeah" he replied, before turning to me and grinning. "That was awesome." "I know" I said, grinning back. "Not over yet either." "Good" he said. "I could go all night." I chuckled. "Slut" I said, poking his arm. "Takes one to know one" he replied, laughing. "Fucking A" I said. "Nothing better than just letting guys like this use you." "I know" he sighed. "It's like they actually want me, rather than just a convenient hole like the guys on the team do." "They do want you" I said. "Any guy would want you." "Yeah?" he said, looking a bit surprised. "Of course" I said. "You're 18, you're a quarterback, you're almost as good looking as me, and you're a complete slut for cock. You're gonna be very popular." He chuckled, before taking another draw on his cigarette. "I'm going to be poz too, aren't I?" he said. That took me by surprise, causing me to cough. "I mean" he continued, "those guys inside are all covered in tattoos that mean they're poz." "Are they?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Yeah" he said, sounding strangely unemotional about it. "Scorpions, plus signs, that symbol you see on poisonous stuff." "Oh" I said, before pausing. "How does that make you feel?" "It's cool" he said, shrugging. "What about you?" I was not prepared for this. My brother clearly knew more about all this stuff than I had, and he seemed completely unfazed by it. "I guess it's...kinda hot" I eventually said. "Yeah?" he asked. "Yeah" I replied. "I guess I sorta like that I'm just letting them shoot their toxic cum in me." "Cool" said my brother. "Doesn't it worry you?" I asked. "Nah" he said. "I mean, yeah, when you first said we could go to the woods together I got a bit freaked out. Tons of guys online are always trying to get me to go there and take their loads, and I know some of them are poz. But I guess since I found out you get fucked there, I've been thinking about it and I'm OK with it." "You are?" "Yeah" he continued, "I mean, it's just a thing, right?" "A thing?" "Yeah, like, I dunno, just a thing some people are. Some are poz, some aren't. If you get fucked without a condom a lot then you'll probably become poz, and I get fucked without condoms a lot, so I'll probably become poz." Wow, he had actually been thinking about this. I hadn't given him enough credit, but from the sounds of it he'd been exploring his sexuality with other guys online while only going through with the real thing with his team, so I suppose it made sense he would have read stuff and found things out. "I suppose" I said. "But you know there are pills you can take to stop it happening, even if you don't use a condom?" "Are you taking them?" he asked in reply. "No" I said. "Well then" he replied. "You're gonna get pozzed, I'm gonna get pozzed." "I guess so" I said. "Shall we go get on with it?" he asked, smiling at me. I nodded, and we both took a final draw on our cigarettes before dropping them on the grass and stubbing them out. We then turned and went back inside for round two...

The rest of that week was fairly uneventful. I decided to make a semi-anonymous account on BBRTS so I could just get at it from my phone browser, and managed to organise a couple of fuck'no'go hookups through that. However, I wanted to mostly give my hole a bit of a break so I was on good form for the party. I mentioned it to my brother, who seemed unsure at first, but each day he would ask me more about it until I was pretty certain he was in. When Friday rolled around, sure enough my brother turned up at home right after school when he would normally have been with his friends somewhere (drinking or fucking, or both). He seemed nervous, but went and got himself showered and cleaned out, as I did too. "What should I wear?" he asked, coming into my room with a towel round his waist. "They want to fuck a soldier and a quarterback" I replied. "I'm going in my uniform, with a jock underneath." "My varsity jacket?" he asked. "Nah" I replied, "I think it's gotta be your full playing gear." He looked at me for a moment, then I saw a small smile beginning to form. "OK" he said, "but that means we're driving. I'm not walking around outside dressed like that." "Sure thing" I replied, "I was planning to take Dad's old car anyway as it's right across town." He nodded, then turned around and headed back to his room. I, meanwhile, laid out my uniform and began getting dressed. Before I put on my pants, I removed the plug I had inserted in my freshly-douched ass to get it warmed up, then pulled on my boots and cap to finish the outfit. I headed downstairs to have a smoke on the porch, and eventually my brother emerged from the house wearing the red and white kit he wore on the pitch. I've got to admit that he did look pretty hot, and I was sure he was going to be a hit with the toxic old men we were going to be servicing that night. Ah yes, the toxic bit. I had not said anything to my brother about that, and he had not asked anything about status or safety so far. However, I thought I better just make sure he was fully on board, so I let him get one of my cigarettes lit before speaking to him. "You know there's going to be quite a few guys there tonight, right?" I asked him. He nodded, so I continued. "They're all middle aged and mostly play with each other I think" I continued. "That means they're going to be seriously hot for us." He swallowed, but nodded again. "You're going to give them what they want, aren't you?" I asked. "Take their loads wherever they want to put them, right?" He nodded again, taking a deep draw of the cigarette. "You've only been with the team so far, right?" I asked. "Yeah" he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Well" I continued, "tonight you're gonna see just how much fun it can be with other men." He nodded. "I want it" he almost whispered. "So bad." "Well, you're going to get it" I replied, giving him a big grin. "We both are." We finished our cigarettes, then got in the car so I could drive us to the address the guy had given me. It was about 7 o'clock so still quite early, but he had texted me to say they were meeting straight after work to have a few drinks so we would be welcome anytime. We pulled up at a beat-up looking house on the edge of town, with a huge yard round it that meant it was quite a long way from the other houses on the block. There were several trucks parked on the drive, but I managed to squeeze the car in so it wouldn't be sitting on the street, then we got out and headed up to the front door. "Ready?" I asked my brother. He exhaled loudly, taking a moment. "Ready" he eventually said. I rang the door, and we waited...

Truth be told, I had lusted after guys since I was a teenager. Enjoyed girls too, and got my fair share of them in high school, but I never acted on the other feelings I was having. That all changed one night when me and some of the boys from my battalion where holed up in a cheap hotel in Vegas on a short leave break from the base. Despite every single one of us being under-age, everyone had managed to score some booze so we were all pretty drunk. Everyone was broke too though, and after hitting some casinos that afternoon we had nothing left for anything later on. So, armed with only the illicit liquor we had got hold of and some decks of cards, we made our own fun crammed into the family room we had booked. Things got pretty crazy, and once strip poker had left most of us naked, the ante was upped. Things progressed through licking of each other's armpits when we lost a hand, to a couple of guys having to give hand jobs. Eventually things reached their peak with me getting on all fours and having my cherry popped by a guy we called Duke. I think we all had condoms with us, but Duke's impressive cock went in my hole raw. It hurt like a motherfucker, but by the time he busted his nut inside me I was groaning in pure pleasure. This didn't go unnoticed by the others, and with everyone getting seriously horny despite the absence of any women, eventually all six of them fucked and bred me. Duke even took me a second time. I was a changed man after that. Nearly every bit of leave from base we got involved me getting willingly fucked somewhere, even on one occasion in the bathroom at the airport before we boarded flights home for Thanksgiving. Soon that wasn't enough, and after a bit of heart-stopping trial-and-error, a secluded - almost forgotten - storeroom on the base was found to be the perfect spot for any of the guys who needed a release to use me without being seen by the commanders. Some wrapped up in condoms, but most didn't so I ended up stashing tissues in the storeroom to catch all the cum from my ass before I went back to barracks. I happily took whatever they had to throw at me, fully accepting that I was a bottom (a term I had heard to describe men like me). Fortunately none of this affected how we were as a military unit. A bit of a turning point came during a trip home, when I found myself seriously needing to get fucked after I'd spent the evening with some school friends. I didn't dare use any apps or anything, so instead just decided to investigate the rumours we'd all heard as teenagers about what went on in the woods behind the bus station at night. I wound up on my hands and knees getting spit roasted by two old guys, taking one load up my arse and another down my throat. I felt dirty as hell the next morning, but also kinda excited. I went back for more every night I was home on that trip. After that experience, while I didn't do it often, I would occasionally seek out some fun when I was able to get off base and there wasn't any military grade cock on offer. Fortunately I found a middle-aged chubby guy in the local town who was always happy to fuck me, and if I gave him enough warning he could usually get a friend or two to join in. The truck stop on the edge of town was always another option too, particularly once word got out in the teamster community that there was sometimes an active duty soldier bent over in the bathroom taking whatever came at him. Things sure did change on one trip home though...

This is something I think about all the time. As a bottom, I realize that my pleasure depends on the top from the start of our hookup until the moment it ends. The amount of pleasure I'll experience will vary based on his skill, passion and endurance. If he's got 10 thick inches but only takes 45 seconds to cum, I'm going to be left unsatisfied. If he's got 5 hard inches but knows how to use it, he'll have my body tensing up with pleasure in no time flat. If he feeds me his tongue while he's serving up his dick, it might made me dizzy with pleasure. At the same time, his pleasure depends on me, too. Not just because I have a hole that I want fucked, but the things I do to make my hole a welcoming sleeve for men to slide their dicks into. There's so much more to it than my willingness to drop my pants and offer my ass to him. My prep work, my Kegel routine, the squats I do to keep my ass as plump as possible. If I don't do any of that, he's probably not going to enjoy it as much. Then there are the things I do before we fuck. I usually suck his dick and balls for a while. I get turned on by a mouthful of dick or musky balls too, but I understand that it's for his pleasure. And if he doesn't mind, I'll lick his ass, too. Not just because I enjoy it, but because I know he's going to love it. Somewhere in the back of my head, I know that the more I do to make him feel good, the better the chance that he'll be back in my bed. Sorry if this response is messy. I read this post the day it went up and have been trying to collect and organize my thoughts so I can reply in a way that makes sense. I struggle with the concept of my own power in the bedroom because it's been drilled in my head that bottoms are submissive and tops are dominant. But I've often seen myself as someone who uses men's dicks for my own pleasure. And when I'm in that headspace, I don't feel very submissive at all.

Finished a session my partner orginized, spent about 5 hours tied to the fuckbench in our playroom, I was blindfolded so I have no idea how many men came by, but I was pretty much fucked non stop, alternating between my holes, good thing they marked me each time so my partner could keep track. Total loads in my hole was 27. I need more.

Thursday was an unusually warm day so decided to hit the local cruising park. Not as busy as I expected. Decided to strip from the waist down in my truck and see who came by anyway. A few cruised by with no interesting looks. One car slowed down so when he turned around to come back up the dead end street I opened the door and turned sideways so he could easily see my hard dick. Sure enough he pulled over, got out, pulled his dick out and started stroking. Got out and bluntly asked if he wanted to fuck and swap loads. A short walk into the woods, sweats come off and a black dick is in my mouth. Then my dick goes in his, turns me around, tongues my hole and slides his dick inside. Pounds for several minutes till I feel that nut going in. He says my turn and bends over for me. A few minutes later and my seed is up in him. Great day for fuckin!

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be interpreted as medical advice or instructions.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 11 - Sam's Surprise On the bus on the way to the hotel, Sam texted with George the whole way and said that everything was successful in roulette and went according to plan. Sam told the other boys that he would report the night to George. But Sam didn't say what else he and George were texting. Sam told George that he and Jonas were now on their way with the German boys to their hotel. Sam told George that if any of George's friends needed a hole, there were about to be four sperm pigs in the boys' hotel room. Sam told George that he's sure the German boys haven't had enough sperm yet. Sam said he had a hint that the boys might be excited about their new role as cumdumps. Even as cumdumps that don't refuse a single load. In the hotel room, in less than half a minute, all the boys were completely naked and their cocks were hard. Sam and Jonas climbed onto the bed on all fours and offered their asses to the horny Germans. Peter and Eric began to greedily fuck Sam and Jonas' spermy assholes. The Germans took turns in the holes. Just then there was a knock at the door. Sam quickly jumped out of bed and went to the door and opened it. George and three rugged-looking men clearly over 50-60 years old came in through the door. Sam had only seen one of the three men before. Eric and Peter stood naked, their cocks slimy with cum and Sam and Jonas' ass juices. The boys looked at the men coming in surprised and did not understand what was happening. Sam turned to Eric and Peter and said, "I thought I'd surprise you. I sensed that you enjoyed being tied to fuck benches and having strangers use your asses. I noticed how ecstatic both of you were when the men picked you and emptied their seeds deep into your guts. Now there's a chance to get more if you want. If you don't want it, me and Jonas will gladly take your places". Both Germans watched, horny and hungry, as the old men undressed. The first thing their eyes caught was one man's thick cock, which had a thick metal Prince Albert piercing. Next, the eye was fixed on the thick cock rings. Scorpio tattoo on one man's hip. Biohazardous tattoo on chest. The men looked like real dirty fuckers. Very dangerous fuckers whose swollen cock heads glistened with slime. There was another knock on the door and two more men entered. "It was wise that you chose a gay-friendly hotel. It's easy for guests to come here, and the reception doesn't start asking what the guests are up to. I've told my friends that there's a continuous buffet here today, so shall we start?", asked George. "Do you know what it means if you agree," Sam asked, looking Peter and Eric in the eye. Both Germans nodded, a muffled sigh coming from their mouths. "You want it?" Sam asked again. "Yes, yes, but it's not wise," said Peter. "Maybe not, but I'm happy that I've let dirty and filthy men give me their gifts. It's kind of a point of no return. Now I have no reason not to offer my ass to anyone. It's liberating. I've been thinking go to a nearby cruising spot one night and offer a hole to anyone who wants it. I've heard that a young bottom can easily get his hole full of sperm there," continued Sam. George handed Peter and Eric new pair of jockstraps and said the boys could try how their asses look in these. The boys pulled on their jockstraps and George said they looked perfect. George crouched behind Eric and wrote Load count: on Eric's back with a permanent marker and then did the same to Peter. After that, George gave both Sam and Jonas permanent markers and said that the boys need to keep track of the loads. George asked the Germans to climb side by side on all fours on the bed and dug out the cell phone. First George took a few pictures of the boys Jock strapped asses. After that, he asked the boys to look back at the camera and asked what the boys wanted. Both timidly replied that they wanted to be fucked. George asked do the boys want to get some raw cock? YES. Do guys want to get sperm inside? YES. Are the boys on prep? NO. Are the boys willing to take the gift? YES Do the boys know what that could mean? YES What does it mean? "You can infect us," said Peter. Do you want us to infect you? YES That started Peter and Eric's fuck party. Until late in the morning, there were knocks on the hotel door and new men entered. Every now and then, men left with empty balls. Sam and Jonas recorded the loads with lines on Peter and Eric's backs. Throughout the evening, George shot clips of man after man injecting his dirty fluids into young men's holes. Eventually George left too. Both Peter and Eric were completely spent and tired. After many hours of fucking, the young men's holes were open and sperm was pouring out of them. Peter had 17 lines and Eric had 19 lines on his back. Jonas and Sam complimented Peter and Eric on how nice they had been to let all the men fuck them. Some of the men had been really old and sick looking, who probably rarely get to fuck raw young meat anymore. Sam's and Jonas's speeches and touches made Peter's and Eric's cocks rise again. Very soon Sam and Jonas were riding side by side on their young German stallions. Soon both stallions were shooting fresh sperm into Sam and Jonas' willing holes.

How my brother got through football training the next day I did not know, but I did the sensible thing and just passed out and slept once I had said hello to my mom when she got back from her night shift. By the time I got up again she had gone back out to work again, which I thought sucked for a Saturday night but I guess she had to make ends meet. My brother messaged me to say he was staying at a friend's that night, so I decided just to go out and see about some fun of my own. I drank a few beers first, then went back to the woods behind the bus terminal to see what was going on. Thankfully there were some guys hanging around, so I didn't waste any time in getting my pants off before I bent over against a tree. It didn't take long before the first of a number of cocks was inside me. Things were a bit different tonight though. These guys were all pretty skinny, even slightly unhealthy looking from what I could see in the dim light, and they kept saying words like "toxic" and "gift" as they were fucking and breeding me. I didn't know what they meant, but enjoyed the fucks anyway. When the last of them had finished in me, I stood up straight and looked around to see whether they were just resting or if that was it for tonight. "You wanting some more loads?" one of them asked. "Yeah, I guess" I replied, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. "Well" he continued, "I'm hosting a party next weekend, but I think the bottom is about to flake out. You wanna take his place?" "A party?" I asked. "Yeah" he said, "a group of tops ready to drink and fuck all night." "Sounds like my kind of party" I said. "Is it local?" "Yeah" he said, "other side of town." "Cool" I replied. "I'm in. Just one thing though..." "Yeah?" "If my brother is interested, can I bring him too?" I asked. "Your brother?" "Yeah, he turned 18 a few months ago" I said. "Quarterback in high school." That got them going. "You both get bred?" he asked. "Yeah" I replied. "I've been getting fucked by my platoon for years, and found out yesterday he's been taking it from the rest of the football team." More excited murmurs from the rest of them. "A soldier and a high school quarterback" the man said, looking around the other guys. "This could be the best party yet." "I don't know if he will come" I said, "but I'll be there. Just let me know the details." The guy gave me his address and let me know it was on the Friday night, and by then they all seemed to have got excited again so I ended up on all fours on the ground taking a fresh load from each of them. I still didn't understand some of the words they were using while they fucked me, but made a mental note to do some research later. Once they were all done and had said their goodbyes to me, I lit another cigarette and then wandered off into the woods. I only managed to take two more cocks that night as there didn't seem to be many guys around, but figured I'd done pretty well when I gave up and went home. I had a shower to clean up, then decided to browse the net for a bit to see if I could find out what all the verbal stuff from the guys who had been fucking me was about. It didn't take long...

No judgy comments here pls Have you ever done anything immoral, illegal or fucked up just to satisfy your twisted sexual urges? I've done quite a few - I've stealthed guys as both top and btm by tampering/piercing/removing condoms, messed with sleeping/passed out friends and family, jizzed in drinks/snacks before serving, spied on friends jerking off, spied on guys in cubicles, stole used undies to sniff and jerk later on, exploited a hot str8 broke coke addict's depndency problems for sex, used the pretext of a bj to slip gloryhole cocks into my ass, catfished a coworker to come to my gloryhole, groped cock in crowd at a club/subway, tricked guys into thinking a 'boy toy' with a hole in it is a safe alternatiive to condoms and got guys drunk/high for sex

You... We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?" The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27. You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again. "What is your address? Into anon?" Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. "I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?" No response. Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. "Im headed towards you." I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. "Im on your street." I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin. "Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream. He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. "Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous." I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. "I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw." You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. "I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. "Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. "If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. "Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?" You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? I reply, "Cool. Get ready." I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. "I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it." The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. "You want this?" You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. "Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?" Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. "You are such a faggot. You like this?" I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". "Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?" You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. "You got anyone else lined up?" The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears. You plead. "No, just you. Fuck." Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick" You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. "Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?" You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. "Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control. I am. "Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy." You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. "You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?" Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. "I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you." You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. "He is on his way over. Last chance dude." You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking. "I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut." You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you." Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less. I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. "I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot." I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine. Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard. "Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea" I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. "Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. "Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. "My turn" he says. His turn to own you. Are you ready? You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging. I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. You are ready. I have made you ready. I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you. What a good boy. ----- maybe to be continued

Repair Job by Hozzel February 2023 Dan Harmon paused at the street level entrance to the innocuous Down Below Club. Despite glaring afternoon sunlight, the bottom of the stairs pooled silent in mysterious subterranean darkness. He had heard stories about this place, wicked stories of easy sex, carnal delights and shameless perversions, the sweet froth of lurid imagination and guilty self-pleasures. He suspected it was all fictionalized hype to attract customers. But the idea of a gay sex club intrigued him anyway. He reached the dim landing and rapped on the heavy blood-red door. After there was no answer he turned the handle and the door silently swung away. "Hello?" Summer scorch surrendered to cool air-conditioned bliss. Darkness gradually succumbed as Dan's irises slowly opened. Through a wide arch, he spied a large room with a disco motif: banks of dark speakers towered either side of a parquet dance floor, unlit screens covered walls, laser and light projectors waited, a mist generator slept. White round tables and pillowed benches dotted the perimeter. Other arches and open doorways lead to mysterious passages, ramps, and stairs. Arrowed signs pointed to other bars, a place called The Red Roomz, something called the Voyeur's Lounge, and another The Pit, and a sauna, and a beer garden. The rumored den of iniquity seemed more like a fancy disco pub than a sleazy pick-up palace for gay men. "Anyone here? I'm Dan Harmon from D-Tec Computer Support. Someone called me about a problem with a database?" He passed through a wide arch and approached a shiny black-topped bar. Silver and glass glistened the wall. Bottles paraded like crystalline soldiers. Behind the bar, a dark woman bent over an open cooler. The ultra-short hem of her tight, black mini-dress barely covered graceful curves. Midnight colored leg flesh flowed into knee-high black boots. What would a woman be doing in a gay sex club? Maybe she worked the bar and could take him to the club's manager. "Hello?" he said faintly. She snapped the cooler shut, raised her head, and paused when she saw his reflection. A sly grin crossed her round face. She slowly straightened then carefully turned. His gaze locked onto the clinging dress's evocative plunging décolletage. Without thinking he stared at the exposed inner slopes of nice large firm breasts. She stood still for longer than a moment, hand on hip, gaging his face before she smirked. "You can close your mouth now, hun." Low toned dulcet voice flowed like golden silk. Dan blinked and shook himself out of erotic subspace. "I, uh, I..." "They're called boobs, hun. Some say staring is rude, but I take outright gawking as a compliment. Have a good look." "Oh, sorry. I ... I don't usually do that." "You don't check out tits? But you look straight." "No. I mean..." He turned his face away, embarrassed. "I don't look at... I'm sorry. I mean no disrespect." She smiled impishly, shook her head, crossed bare arms. "Well, that's nice to know." Pursing his dry lips, Dan quickly gazed up through the pronounced valley of her midnight colored chest, along her delicate neck, round chin, thick lips, and finally at a beautiful face. Her space-black hair was cropped close but not quite bald. Night-rimmed brown gaze speared deep into his turbulent soul. A mischievous smile emerged again, enhanced by lovely twin dimples. Height, beauty and implied sexual power mixed a potent combination that sent Dan's lurid imagination swirling and his heart pounding. He had not felt this way in years, since his long fling with Kurt, a serious cross-dresser. He sorely missed their shared emotional connection, Kurt's stunning outfits and wigs, and his evocative alter-ego, Nordic-looking Samantha. All that vigorous frequent sex in all those risky places. Sam could be sexually aggressive and demanding, and loving and fun, in contrast to Kurt's gentle passiveness. "You're the programmer," the dark woman said. Dan snapped out of memoryspace and nodded a fraction before reluctantly tearing his rude stare away. "I can tell by the casual look, the longer hair, the faint stubble, pen in the pocket, no tie, the tablet -" she leaned over the bar, gazed down, "- and that big flash drive in your pants." She stretched further over the bar, scanned down his body, smiled for a moment, then raised her head. Centimeters before his flushed face, her piercing dark eyes raked his. Warm breath caressed his parted lips. A faint tang of cinnamon quaffed. "Your clothes and shoes are quality but you've been putting off a hair cut. You would rather not care how you appear to others, given a completely free choice. Other things are more important to you than appearance but you acknowledge the need for good presentation when necessary. You have a kind face but those tan eyes are inquisitive and hide secret mischief. You're nervous as hell and way out of your comfort zone." Her thick lips paused a few centimeters from his. Warm breath kissed his stunned mouth. "You're a geek with a very naughty secret side that you have hidden from the world for a long time. But I can't tell if you are gay or not." She pulled back, stood, and crossed her bare arms. Amusement flashed. "You haven't run so you might be." It felt as if a hammer had smashed through his body. Somehow, this intriguing woman had seen straight into his soul. She oozed intoxicating sexual strength. Without thinking he blurted, "I'm gay but... but... Mistress, what can I do for you?" then cursed himself for being rude again. Instead of showing offense, the midnight woman smirked again. "I bet your mind is swimming with all kinds of naughty ideas about that. Gay works well for me, especially in this place, but, hey, I've been known to dabble on the other side of the track from time to time. Mistress, that's a laugh, but I like it. You can call me Evan. Now, how may you help your new mistress?" Embarrassed further, Dan looked down then left, desperately trying to avoid staring at her luscious half exposed breasts. Something about her had already grabbed his loins. Maybe she was his kryptonite, too, just as Kurt had been. It wasn't right. Men were his attraction, not women. At the train station he checked out men, not women or girls. He very much preferred throbbing cocks although he could appreciate a good-looking girl's graceful curves, full breasts and displayed cleavage. Thumbing the edge of his tablet, his knotted stomach tightened. He forced his eyes to concentrate on Evan's surprisingly soft, smooth face. "I'm here to see the manager about a problem with a database." Evan stood straight, hand on curved hip. "That thing has right royally screwed itself. Even I couldn't fuck it back into shape, and, trust me, hun, I can fuck anything into any shape I want." She paused, smiled, turned. "Come with me. Perhaps you can work a miracle." As he followed her around the bar, Dan realized the stunning mature black woman was almost half a head taller than his own 175 centimeters. She had the solid body of a strong amazon warrior, muscular biceps and stomach of a workout fanatic. Buckle encrusted spike-heeled knee-high boots further elevated her to nearly two meters. Strong bare arms sensuously swaying, she lead him through a dark arch, beneath The Red Romz sign, to a dim hall bordered by unmarked variously colored doors. Adorning the walls, artful shadowy photos depicted men engaged in graceful erotic activity. Just past the arch they turned and climbed narrow stairs. (From behind and below, he slyly admired her long tight legs as they flowed from the tops of her enticing boots into the hidden recesses of her body-hugging, ultra-short dress.) At the landing they walked down a wide hallway before pausing at the first door on the left. A simple black-etched silver sign read Manager, and beneath that a white sign displayed a friendly panting bulldog. Enter at own risk. Grinning, she twisted a worn brass knob. The solid wooden door eeked open to reveal a large private office. A clean wooden desk held a single computer screen. Wall mounted surveillance monitors displayed half a dozen dark rooms, the entrance and the bar. Pastel lavender walls flowed into a rich aubergine carpet, svelte as fresh snow. On the far wall a sign said simply, "You are in my domain now. Life is different here. Carnality is mandatory. Stay calm and let's fuck." "This is my private office." She pointed at the monitor. "There's the naughty boy." As Evan followed Dan around the desk, her hand lightly brushed his shoulders. She stood close to him and pointed at the screen. "Here, have a look." Dan forced himself to relax, hunkered over the desk, and took hold of the mouse control. Her right palm slid down his back. Obsidian nails gently raked until she held the left cheek of his bum. Shocked and nervous, Dan tried to ignore her erotic exploration. His paranoid voice asked What The Hell? In his experience, it usually took time to get to know the other person first. Anon sex was not his thing. He did not wish to appear rude, nor offend, so he let her fingers explore and grip and squeeze while he examined the screen. He found an icon simply labeled "My Database", checked its properties, then opened the program. Next to his ear, she said, "Click on Edit, bring up a record and try to save it." Sure enough, a malformed database error message appeared. "What's the database engine?" "SQLite embedded in the software." "I know it. Who wrote this?" "I did." Dan sucked a surprised breath, glanced back at the grinning woman. Mature, beautiful, very sexy, and she knew how to code. Why was his body responding to her obvious interest? It felt right but also wrong, an intoxicating mixture, just like Kurt. Kryptonite. "Are you the manager?" he said. Evan smirked. "That, too, hun. I own this den of iniquity. It's all mine, every spot, every lick, every stain, every suck, every hole." Oh, Dan thought. Oops. He said, "I can see the program is on a server. Is that ever turned off or rebooted?" "Always turned on. Just like me." Dan grinned. "Doesn't hurt to reboot occasionally. Clears out all the cobwebs. Is there a backup power supply?" "Yes, for the whole place. Mine is permanently charged." Her hand squeezed his bum, and her casual reply felt remarkably good. "Does the server handle anything other than the database?" "Oh, yes. The server holds the database, documents, letters, images, some porn and music. Mostly video surveillance. The tills are run on a separate network." He felt her other gentle hand on his shoulder. A finger rubbed his neck sending shivers throughout his body. "Handling hard things is something I enjoy. I especially like to make them spend." Trying desperately not to respond, he clicked an icon. "Three ten-terabyte hard drives. That's a whopping lot of storage capacity for a small database. You wrote the program?" "Just me and these." She waggled long fingers. Tongue touched pearl teeth. Pert dimples deepened. He said, "I think it may be a broken index or b-tree link. It can happen if the anti-virus system scans the file when writing or even at random. Need to exclude that folder from scanning. I should be able to put it back into shape easily. I'll just plug my tablet in." He took out a short cable from his pocket and clicked it in place. "I love playing with plug-ins." He felt her fingers return to his bare neck and her other hand squeeze his butt cheek. Her tall supple body slipped against his. Dan sucked a shuddered breath. With difficult concentration, he worked through the steps to export the data from the database file, create a new file then re-import the data and rebuild indexes. When he was almost finished, he stood up and said, "You seem to have cams everywhere." Evan said, "Not here in my office. Here, I am completely helpless to your amorous advances. No one will ever know except us." He felt her step back. "Nothing like privacy," he said. "Do you keep the recordings?" "Only a few. All the dirty movies are right there on the server. There's a few I can share. Would you like to see some? Bend over the desk and click on that icon." "What?" "Bend over the desk and open that folder," Evan ordered. Her voice had suddenly become deeper, stern and instantly commanding. Without thinking, Dan leaned over the desk again and clicked on a yellow folder icon. A huge list of video files appeared. "That folder, the one labeled Special." He opened the subfolder Evan had indicated then double-clicked on a random video file. A pane opened revealing a clear view of a small group of nude men involved in what appeared to be a gangbang. On her hands and knees a dark naked woman with big swaying breasts and red fishnets was being fucked from behind by one short man while another hammered into her sucking mouth. Next to her another young woman with red hair and pale skin was also taking on two men at the same time. She looked vaguely familiar. In fact, she looked...wait... he could see the tip of a hard cock bobbing between her thighs. Then he looked at the dark woman and saw her stiff cock, too. Her swaying hair was long, thick and jet black, and her skin almost as dark as Evan's. In fact... "Yeah, that's me. Have a good look. I'll be right back." He couldn't take his eyes off the video. The dark trans-sexual's body rapidly jerked in time with the two men she was simultaneous pleasuring. Others crowded around, getting ready for their turns. He could hear her loud moaning and shrieks of muffled laughter. Behind him there was a rustling sound then a quick sharp snap. Suddenly, without warning, he felt his pants yanked down then his briefs. His balls and semi-hard penis flopped free. Cool air stung. Long fingers grasped his hips and something slick and wet probed against the crack. His cock instantly swelled hard. "Hey! What are you doing?" Evan roughly pushed him down onto the desk. "You're in the Down Below Club, hun. Don't you know what people come here to do? They come here to suck and fuck and have fun. Everyone gets laid here, no exceptions. We frown on the word 'no'. That's the big rule. There's also this edict: we seal the deal with sex. Besides, you're cute and your pretty ass is tight and round and oh so fuckable. Now, prepare to seal our deal." Dan could not believe his luck. Evan was not just a woman, she was that very special type of woman he always dreamed of getting to know intimately, the type his brother, Ben, had married. Dan had only met the ravishing Kelly Ravane once but it had been enough to cause lurid wet fantasies and severe envy. He held his breath as he felt that familiar thick thing push between his ass cheeks and against his rear pucker. He had not been fucked in a long time but instinctively his rosebud dilated. "What have we here? A willing hole for my eager shecock, as I call it. Here it comes, hun." He sharply inhaled as that full feeling of sudden bareback penetration swept through his shaking body. Before he could begin to relish the deep plunging act, he felt hips bump against his rear cheeks and her cock press against something in his guts. He gasped and blew out explosive air as she sunk very deep. It had all happened in a moment, mere seconds. It felt huge. He felt stuffed full. And it felt fantastic. He moaned. Evan reached around - "Let's get rid of this" - pulled his body up, and unbuttoned his shirt. She pushed it up and off over his arms before she roughly shoved him onto the desk and leaned over his back. He felt the weight of her heavy body and her big tits press against him. Her hard cock felt massive. He let out a shaky breath, tried to relax and get used to it. "That's right, hun," she said with a warm breathy voice in his ear. "As you can see right there in that old recording, I like to bottom for a group, but today I'm going to fuck your tight ass. I don't know what the fuck it is about you but ever since I laid eyes on you all I want to do is stick my hard bare cock into you and bang you senseless. Your round ass looks so good on my spear. You feel nice and tight, but you're clearly not a virgin. Without thinking your hole let me slide right in so you're obviously experienced. Hold still while I see if I can make you cum!" "Me? What about you?" Dan huffed. He was already panting. "Oh, I'm going to load you up plenty, hun. Don't you worry about that. I can feel it boiling in my heavy balls already." She raised herself to a full, tall standing position, grabbed his hips, yanked him up and backward and, with a serious laugh, plunged deep into his asshole. Dan stood on his toes and let out a low moan. It felt good to be fucked again, very good indeed. He had missed it more than he realized. Evan fucked roughly. Her fingers clamped hard onto his butt as she frantically thrust her solid rod deep and hard. He groaned. He felt her cock rub inside as it pumped in and out, in and out. Felt it stimulate his sensitive prostate. Felt those old, cherished feelings of physical pleasure mount. She knew exactly what to do, how to make him feel everything, and how to force his body to respond to her desire. She worked her cock and worked his body with savage expertise and consummate skill. In moments he began to quiver then shake as he felt a building orgasm. Sensations ran rampant. "Fuck, you feel good. I am going to blast a big load inside you," Evan laughed, "then you can cum for me." Dan moaned and grunted as she pummeled. "Whatever you want," he blurted while his body was fiercely jerked back and forth. "Oh, yes!" she purred. "Oh, fuck! Won't take long, hun! You feel so fucking tight and good!" She shoved hard and Dan yelped. His jiggling butt clenched tight around her entire spearing cock's full length. He could feel her deep panting breaths blanketing his back. The strength of her pounding felt amazing. As Evan slammed, she laughed off and on, clearing enjoying herself and the pleasure she took from him. She lunged over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder until his whole body jerked to her savage, relentless tune. "Almost there already! I'm going to cum right now. You feel so fuckin' good! I love it!" She rammed her hips against his ass again. Dan yelled and thrashed. In response, she lunged even harder. "Ooo! Ahhh! Ohh!! Ahhh! Fuck! Oh, fuck!" he yelled. "Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Take it, slut!" She leaned over him. He felt her large tits jerk against his back as she drove her cock deep into his squeezing tight hole again and again and again. Wham! wham! wham! And then, suddenly, with a loud animal roar, he felt her body slam against his and her cock exploded. He gasped as he felt her shoot pulse after pulse. Her cock thickened to the point of momentary pain. After several strong shots, winded, he felt her firm breasts press against his back as she slipped down for a moment. Her hands slid up the sides of his body and along his arms until she held him outstretched and firm. He was not going anywhere soon. "You're a good piggy slut," she said, then pushed herself back up and pulled out. She ordered, "Turn over." He let out a sigh and relaxed. "Okay. Okay. I'll do what you want. Anything. Anytime. Anywhere. I'm yours. You got me." "Excellent! A new willing sex slave on call. I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you." He awkwardly rolled over until he lay on his back on the desk. His knees hooked around her hips, feet pressing on her round buttocks. Her long cock had barely wilted. He looked up and saw Evan was completely naked except for her sexy boots. Her ripped stomach tightened. Tiny hard nipples on her huge breasts swung over his chest. Her tall, muscular black body glistened with shiny perspiration. She looked simply powerful and magnificent and utterly desirable. She stared down at him with a lecherous grin, reached down and fondled his hard cock. "Well, well, well, hun. What do I feel here? You must really be liking this. I like a man who knows how to properly show his appreciation. I expect you to keep this up." "You're still hard, too." "Oh, I'm not finished yet. But..." She hesitated. Her close cropped head tipped and she regarded him quizzically. "What did you say your name was?" "Dan Harmon." Her eyebrows raised and a big grin cross her round face. "Do you know Kelly Ravane?" "My sister in law," Dan croaked. "Well, what do you know! I am fucking Ben Harmon's little brother. Kelly and I were once very close. That's her next to me in that video, maybe ten years ago. She's such a horny fucker she makes me look almost tame. Haven't seen her since she married your bro. I was her best man at the wedding. Do you know she's trans?" Dan nodded. "Yeah, but I didn't know you were at first." "Fools everyone. You like these big tits? They're all natural. Not a spec of silicone. I just grew 'em when I turned 13. I have the cool body shape of a beautiful woman and a ceaseless sex drive of a man. I change gender depending on how I feel. Sometimes I'm a hot woman, sometimes a raunchy man. Sometimes I like to top, like now, but other times I like to bottom. Mostly I like mixing 'em up, like today. But, hey, why am I revealing all this to you? I am not finished yet." With a sudden thrust, Evan jammed her cock back into Dan's hole. "I feel like cumming again." He felt her swell a renewed erection as she resumed fucking him deep and hard, this time with a more solid determination instead of frantic lust. He breathed a low moan, a mix of pleasure and amazement. After several minutes, he pushed himself off the desk, held his yielding body up with his elbows and felt her brutally slam her seemingly huge cock in and out of his yielding ass. With each stroke, she huffed like an engine when her strong hips slapped his prone cheeks. She fucked him viscously for several more minutes. He felt her huge cock invade and retreat through the clinging walls of his wanting rear, and he loved it. Loved every lunge, every pump, every tight grip of her strong hands, every huff of her panting lungs. "I can feel another load comin' on quick. I'm so turned on...almost ... there ... again! Gunna... gunna... Yes! Yes! Yes!" She thrust hard and yelled "Fuuuuuck!" so loud it hurt his ears. Her muscular dark body jerked with strong orgasmic spsams as if all her strength poured directly into her pulsing cock. She pushed and squirted several more strong shots of warm cum deep into his clenching gut. Her entire body shook. As she came she looked right into his amazed eyes. Her huge smile told him everything. When she finally jerked a last shot, she grinned and said, "Gunna make you cum now, hun. Gunna force you to cum. You like that? You like being made to cum?" He nodded. "Oh, yeah! Do it! Make me! Oh fuck!" he suddenly yelled as she moved again. She had hit that magic spot inside his ass, the spot Kurt once used relentlessly to drive him wild. "Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck!" Dan started thrashing, wanting to pull away because the pleasure instantly became too intense, but Evan held his hips firm while continuing to laugh and viciously plunge into his yielding ass over and over. His body shook. He felt his cock and balls and ass pulsing in unison with her movements. In this position, her cock rubbed even harder against his prostate. She knew exactly how to move to get her desired effect. Spasms of pleasure rocketed through his body. His dick shot up in size. His entire body cringed and he panted heavily. As she drilled, the pressure and pleasure inside intensified to searing white. Dan thrashed harder. He tried to push away. "No! I can't take any more!" "Yes you will, hun." Evan leaned over his body, firmly press his wrists to the desk, and continued to savagely pump into him so hard her hips slapped his butt like a drum beat. "You like being held down and pounded deep into your ass by me. You like being made cum, don't you. Do you want me to cum into you again? Do you want me to make you cum? You're a greedy pig, Dan. You love having your hole stuffed with cum and you love to have your dick made to squirt without anyone touching it. Greedy, slutty pig. You love it and I love it." Teeth clenched, somehow Evan rammed her renewed cock into him even faster and with more strong force. Dan felt himself lose control. He felt his balls boil. His back and neck arched and his muscles contracted and quivered in overpowering pleasure. "Oh, God!" "Cum for me, now. Let me see it spout!" "Oh, yeah!" He yelled. "Fuck. Fuck. Ah, fuck!" As she plundered his guts, Dan felt a wave of pleasure that snapped through him like a bright spark. He felt his body jump and convulse and his balls tighten and contract. She slammed into him hard over and over, making him respond, forcing him to endure a massive building orgasm. After three more powerful lunges, electric feelings exploded. With an enormous roar, his entire being let go. His body spasmed. His cock squirted load after load onto her breasts and all over his chest. His legs clenched Evan's body tight. The power of his own body's pleasure nearly made him pass out. He had never felt anything even approaching such radiance. He felt her own cock jerk and throb. She leaned over him, her body locked still and shaking. The relief swamped his senses while his cock blasted a few final drips. She let go of his wrists and levered herself up. She stood before him, a tall black naked goddess, his mistress, her cock still embedded in his slowly relaxing body. "Wow," he heard. "That load almost hurt when I came. But, wow, three times in a row! Who the hell are you? You may be a cum-greedy pig but you're not worthless." Dan tried to push himself up onto his elbows but Evan lay her heavy body down on him. His thighs squeezed her hips. Her long fingers held the sides of his head. Her smiling round face hovered above his. A faint cinnamon odor drifted. She descended and pushed her thick tongue between his lips and rubbed his own tongue. Then her lips were all over his and his hands roamed her back while they connected emotionally. Eventually they broke and gazed at each other. Evan started laughing. He joined her until they kissed again. "Hun, you're not going anywhere until I am well and truly fucked out. That might take the rest of the afternoon and maybe even tonight." "Yes, Mistress," he replied, "whatever pleases you," as he felt her hips and cock move again. ###

For those who think/argue that DeSantis' recent "don't say gay" move was just to protect lil kids from the realities of human sexuality, he's now looking to assert control in FL state higher education as well by banning "exploration" courses (because education should never involve exploring stuff like theories?). This guy has presidential aspirations, and his hair is oranger than Trumps. Here's an excerpt from Florida hb0999-00 "471 (c) General education core courses may not suppress or 472 distort significant historical events or include a curriculum 473 that teaches identity politics, such as Critical Race Theory, or 474 defines American history as contrary to the creation of a new 475 nation based on universal principles stated in the Declaration of Independence." [think before following links] https://www.flsenate.gov/Session/Bill/2023/999/BillText/Filed/PDF The implication that teaching students about topics like racism in America, past and present, is a "distort[ion] [of] significant historical events," and is education "contrary to the creation of a new nation based on universal principles stated in the Declaration of Independence," seems contrary to the principles stated in the Declaration of Independence. "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness" That "declaration" was made July 4, 1776, and yet contrary to the Declaration of Independence, America had slavery for almost 100 years after the above declaration was written/made, women were not included, and gays were not part of the "instituted among Men." "Men" at that time, certainly did not mean "people," it was a pretty exclusive group. America's culture and laws were built on that exclusivity and there are those like DeSantis who would like to devolve America, to "make America grate again." "Fox News has mentioned “critical race theory” 1,300 times in less than four months. Why? Because critical race theory (CRT) has become a new bogeyman for people unwilling to acknowledge our country’s racist history and how it impacts the present. To understand why CRT has become such a flash point in the culture, it is important to understand what it is and what it is not. Opponents fear that CRT admonishes all white people for being oppressors while classifying all Black people as hopelessly oppressed victims. These fears have spurred school boards and state legislatures from Tennessee to Idaho to ban teachings about racism in classrooms. However, there is a fundamental problem: these narratives about CRT are gross exaggerations of the theoretical framework. The broad brush that is being applied to CRT is puzzling to academics, including some of the scholars who coined and advanced the framework" [think before following links] https://www.brookings.edu/blog/fixgov/2021/07/02/why-are-states-banning-critical-race-theory/

Met with a buddy today that I knew from school. He moved back into town last week and hit me up on Grindr, we had been planning to meet up the last several days and we both finally had some time this morning. His big black cock destroyed my ass on his couch, he shot a huge load and you can see it was a little messy 😄. Hopefully we continue to meet on a regular schedule now that he’s back. Theres nothing like getting loaded up with a black cock.

Yeah once when my b/f at the time had a fantasy to see me let go and get gang’d by strangers. We did it in Singapore of all places. We were parTying with some locals and on way back to hotel hit up a local sauna. Went into a stall first for a sneaky public slam then he walked me through the dark corridors to the sling room. There were guys around the halls but I could only make out silhouettes. There was nobody in the sling room. My b/f helped me in the sling and then started fucking me. I was flying and begging for it. I could tell the room was filling up and there were hands on me. My b/f pulled out and stepped aside and a young guy took over, entered me hard and spit in my face - then started fucking me hard. I was so horned and flying I looked in his eyes and begged him to breed me. Oh ya he said and fucked harder until he exploded with a yell and I could feel his hot sperm exploding in my guts - he was the first stranger to do that inside me. I always knew my tops a bit at least before doing that but my inhibitions were Gone. He said, my buddies are going to destroy your hole and sure enough one by one I took their loads like a trooper - 15 in all. They were all cadets from some military platoon out partying and all Asians who loved fucking and humiliating a visitingwhite daddy. After the 15h guy my b/f got me out of the sling - cum dripping out of my wide open hole and took me to the shower to clean me up. There was an older guy in the shower with a monster cock and he pushes me to my knees and gag fucked me while my b/f stood back and watched, then he pushed me down and pounded me doggy style in the public shower, slapping my ass and pulling my head back by my hair until he unloaded in me - laughed and said you fucking whore your ass is so open - but still tight and sweet man! My b/f got me outta there then and back at the hotel he used me the rest of that night and most of the next day - was so turned on by watching me behave like a whore it was awesome how he then couldn’t get enough of me. Hot weekend.

Will you PLEASE move to Florida and run for Governor ???????????????????? I'll help in every way I can .....

bay bridge inn is my fave motel. great place to hang out and get anally fertilized by a bunch of strangers. only issue is that it’s usually full of a bunch of cum dump bottoms so there’s a lot of competition but there’s enough dudes that my asshole has always gotten plenty of attention when i’ve stayed there.

I would recommend a bit of caution for bottoms that want to exert their personal power. The time to do that is before the fuck, not during the fuck (assuming the guys involved are not in a backroom/fuckjoint). Even in those places though, offering "feedback" to the Top - i.e. moans, grunts, phrases similar to "just like that", "I love your Cock in my Hole", etc, will only increase the bottom's pleasure via a better Breeding by the Top. If the effort at "direction" gets too heavy, too pushy from the bottom, a lot of Tops will just pull out and move on. A bottom can "steer" the Top to a certain extent, but almost always only via positive feedback. Pushy bottoms are seldom interesting - at all.

I'm with you on this @FelchingPisser. Last time a guy tried to use a condom in a sex club with me was 4 years ago. He didn't get to fuck me.

Had my fifth experience drinking Piss from a Man's Cock last Monday. Man i'd been chatting with online, made a date and drove 60 miles to breed me, which is pretty amazing by my account. And He did, fucked me for about an hour and a half, using His cock and as speculum to open and shape my "pussy" (He liked to call it that). He was a very passionate Fucker, and i was a rag doll by the time He was finished with me. After, i offered Him my shower and as He stood in my doorway He casually asked; "do you want to drink My Piss?" i got up and knelt in my walk in shower and He followed me in. He placed about an inch of His semi erect Cock in my mouth and as soon as He was in, His Piss hit the back of my throat in a strong stream. i was caught off guard, my prior experiences have been with me holding the Mans Cock in my mouth and waiting a bit, this Man was instant. Some went down the wrong way, and i coughed , but was able to recover fast enough to keep going. Was my first time swallowing every drop without spilling. He's a great Man, very verbal, and He told me after that i "took it like a champ" and that it almost felt as good as and orgasm. He fed me more than His piss... He nurtured my sub nature and definitely helped me grow as Mans piss drinker.

Part 10 I woke up the next morning needing a piss and, when I had finished, I looked at the time - it was just 7am, so I got back into bed and rolled over. I was feeling tired after the events of the night before and I curled up under the duvet, enjoying the pleasant sensation of a sore arse and a semi-stiff cock, and drifted back to sleep. I woke up again a couple of hours later, feeling hungry. There was still time to go down to breakfast, so I pulled on a T shirt, a pair of pants and my jogging bottoms and headed down to the breakfast room. It was still quite busy but as I looked for a table I saw Jamie, Jamal and Robert sitting at a table by the window and I joined them. I enjoyed my breakfast and, as I looked out of the window, I saw the ginger guy from the airport walking past with his boyfriend. I couldn't help admiring his fit arse as he and his boyfriend made their way towards the Motel One next door to our hotel, where I assumed they must be staying. The conversation between the other three lads had now turned to what they had got up to the night before. The three of them had intended to go out on the town together and had met in the hotel bar for a few drinks before going out. They had got talking to a couple of women in the bar and had a few more drinks with them. The five of them had then gone upstairs and piled into Jamie's room where, apparently amidst much partner swapping, a very good time had been had by all. It was quite horny hearing them talk about what they had got up to with the two women and at one point Jamal had lowered his voice and said "Guys, do you think we should have used protection last night? My girlfriend will kill me if I catch something!" Robert just shrugged and Jamie grinned and said "You can if you want, mate!" I was quite turned on to know that, despite Robert and Jamal both having partners, the three lads had fucked without condoms. As I continued with my breakfast, I thought about which of the three lads I would most like to fuck, in the unlikely event of being given the chance. During the competition the other night I had got to see all the lads' arses as well as watching them wank off. There had been a lot of joking during the hairiest arse competition about who would win a "fattest arse" competition and common opinion had been that James would win with Jamie and Callum a close second. I decided the one I would most like to fuck was Jamie and the one I would most like to be fucked by was Jamal - his dick was big, long and thick, and I had seldom seen anyone shoot as much cum as he did during the wanking competition. The three lads finished their breakfast and left, leaving me to my fruit salad and yoghurt. Leo, the guy I had fucked the day before, was clearing tables and he winked at me. We had arranged to meet for another fuck session when he got his break an hour or so later and Neil had indicated that he was up for joining us. I thought back to the night before and what had happened in Lewis's room and wondered once again if Neil and Lewis had set it up between them. Neil had been getting more and more adventurous recently and I knew he had been really turned on by fucking my cum-loaded arse in the bathroom with Lewis asleep nearby. Afterwards, Neil and I had gone back to my room and Neil had followed me into the bathroom, pulled my trousers and pants down and bent me over. He started fingering my arse and asked me again how many guys had fucked me and cum in my arse. "Oh fuck, that's so horny!" he groaned when I told him I had no idea how many guys had fucked me but probably about six or seven had cum in me. "Show me," he whispered, "Show me the cum!" I squatted and pushed my arse out towards him. A few seconds later, I began to push the cum out of my arse onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. "Oh fuck!" moaned Neil as I pushed out more and more cum. "You dirty cunt!" he moaned, "You dirty fucking cunt!" Neil was playing with his cock now and after I had pushed out as much cum as I could, he pushed me forward and I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. Even though he had fucked me and cum in me just a short time before, Neil was fully hard again and soon he was fucking me right there on the floor of the bathroom. He gave me another really good hard fuck and shot another load up my wrecked arsehole. I finished my breakfast and went back upstairs. I tidied my room, showered and then had a rest on the bed. About an hour later, there was a knock on the door and Leo came into my room. I was horny as usual and well up for another fuck with the good looking young German lad. I hadn't seen Neil that morning (he was never an early riser) and I wondered if he was still intending to join us. Leo pulled me towards him and began to kiss me and a short time later my pants were down and my cock was in Leo's mouth. He sucked me really well and I could easily have let him blow me until I shot my load in his mouth. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door. I pulled up my pants and went to the door. "Sorry I'm late," said Neil with a grin as he came into the room wearing shorts and a T shirt. "Lazy bastard." I said to him as I went back over to Leo. Neil watched as I pulled my pants down again and pushed my hard cock back into Leo's mouth. I knew that Neil would join us in his own time if he wanted to but for now he seemed content just to watch Leo sucking my cock. Leo had his cock out now and was wanking as he sucked me and I could see that Neil's cock was hard in his shorts and a short time later he pulled his shorts and pants down and moved over towards us. Leo stopped sucking me and moved over to Neil, who closed his eyes as Leo began to suck his cock. It was a real turn on to see Neil with his dick in another guy's mouth. I was fairly certain that, up to that point, I was the only guy Neil had ever done anything with but, like I said, he was definitely getting more adventurous. Leo took it in turns to suck me and Neil and then he pulled off his pants and trousers and knelt up on the bed, pushing his arse out towards us and fingering some lube into his hole. Neil nodded to me to go first and I stepped up behind Leo. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. Leo groaned softly as I went up him and began to fuck. Neil was playing with his cock as he watched me fuck Leo and after a while I pulled out and motioned to Neil to take my place. It was a real turn on to watch Neil push his cock up Leo's arse and begin to fuck and I went round and pushed my cock into Leo's mouth as I watched Neil fuck him. I could see that Neil was really enjoying the fuck and after a while I moved round to watch his cock thrusting up Leo's arse. I could tell Neil was getting close and I put my hand on his arse and soon my finger had found his sweaty arsehole. I pushed my finger into Neil's hole and this seemed to make him even hornier. Neil took hold of Leo's hips and began to fuck him really hard as I pushed my finger hard up his arse. A few minutes later Neil groaned and bent forward over Leo as he began to shoot his load up him. I pushed my finger right up Neil's arse as he pushed his cock right up Leo and held it there as he shot the rest of his load right up him. When Neil had finished cumming and pulled out of Leo's arse, I went down on his cock and began to suck it. Neil grinned - it had always turned him on when I sucked his cock after it had been up my arse and I could tell he was really turned on by me sucking it after it had been up Leo's. Neil left shortly afterwards as he was meeting Lewis and Callum for lunch and I laid down on my bed and flicked through one of the apps. I hadn't cum yet, though both Leo and Neil had, and I was now mega-horny. I got messaged by a guy who was on his way to work and horny for a quick fuck. He asked to use condoms as he had a partner, but didn't take much persuading when I said I wanted to go bareback. A short time later, he was kneeling up on the bed, his pants and smart work trousers on the floor as I fucked him and dumped a nice big dirty load up his cheating arse. After that I decided to chill for a couple of hours in my room. I walked down to a nearby petrol garage and bought myself a few beers. On my way back to the hotel I passed the ginger lad and his boyfriend coming the other way. I knew the ginger lad was still up for it from the way he looked at me, but every time I had seen him his boyfriend was attached so I didn't think I was likely to get a chance with him. Later in the afternoon, I decided to visit a gay sauna. I'm not always a big fan of saunas, but sometimes I find them relaxing and I had heard good things about this one, which if I remember correctly, was called the Boiler. It was a Friday, and I hoped it might be busy with guys dropping in after work. I couldn't find the sauna entrance at first, but soon I was inside and I found my locker and began to get undressed. It was getting quite busy - a lot of older guys, but also some younger ones. As I was wrapping my towel round me, two fit young lads came in and began to get changed. They looked to be in their mid to late 20s, one with blond hair and one with darker, spiky hair. They were speaking in German as they got changed just beside me, so of course I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I could tell they were a couple. Just then the blond lad pulled his pants down and bent over to take them off - his fit arse was almost in my face and, as I looked up, his boyfriend grinned at me. I wondered if they played together or apart and hoped I might get a chance to find out. I was looking forward to relaxing a bit and soon found a sauna area. Only one guy was in there, sitting on the top wooden bench and I sat down nearby and enjoyed the heat on my body. I relaxed for a while, and then I noticed that the guy sitting on the top bench had loosened his towel and was now playing with his cock. He was quite fit looking so I wasted no time in going down on him and soon his cock was fully hard in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he reached around and began to finger my arse. I turned my arse towards him but he shook his head so I went back to sucking him and before long I was rewarded with a nice big mouthful of German cum. Another guy had come in while I was sucking the first guy and before long I was going down on his cock. When I offered him my arse he didn't hesitate - he went right up me and fucked me, shooting what felt like quite a big load up me after only ten or twelve thrusts. I was horny now and, after taking a shower, I headed into one of the steam rooms. A few guys were wanking and sucking and one fit young lad was being fucked. I watched for a while and then the guy fucking him shot his load and pulled out and another guy took over. Neither of then used condoms and the young lad took both loads up his fit arse. A tall young lad nearby started sucking my cock and soon I was ready to fuck. I fingered his arse and he turned round and bent forward. Then he handed me a condom. I shook my head and he frowned and said something in German. When it was obvious I didn't understand, he said in English "Only with condom!" It was clear he wasn't going to change his mind, so I left the steam room and went for a wander. A Turkish guy was bent over in one of the dark areas - his arse in the air and I was tempted to go up him, but another guy beat me to it and I wandered back to the steam room. The tall young lad was being fucked up against the tiled wall and a couple of guys were watching and wanking. After a while the guy fucking him shot his load and pulled out, peeling off a condom. Another guy rubbered up and went up him and he bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then, when the guy pulled out, he bent forward and leant against the wall, pushing his arse out. I put some lube on my cock and moved in behind him. I was surprised he was letting me fuck him bareback, but I wasn't complaining and I pushed up him and began to fuck his fit arse. I fucked him for a while, enjoying every minute, and after a while I was ready to cum. I pushed up him a few times and then squirted my load right up him. When I pulled out he wrapped his towel round him and left the steam room. I got myself a drink and then rested for a while in the sauna area, once more enjoying the heat on my body and after a while the couple who had been undressing in the changing room came in to the sauna. We made eye contact almost immediately and soon both of them had their cocks out and I was down sucking first one and then the other. We were interrupted by a couple of older guys and the spiky haired guy motioned to me to follow them. We walked down a corridor of private rooms, most of which were occupied and then we came to an empty one and went in. Soon I was back down sucking first one guy's cock and then the other and for a while we kissed, sucked and rimmed each other. It was a real turn on when they knelt up on the bed together, arses in the air, and I moved from one to the other, licking the dark haired guy's hairy hole and then moving to his boyfriend's smooth one. After a while the spiky haired guy pointed at his boyfriend's arse and said "Do you want to fuck him?" I nodded and he grinned at me. I wondered if he was going to produce a condom for me to use, but he didn't - he produced a small packet of lube and rubbed some into his boyfriend's arse and then pulled my cock towards it. I slid up the blond guy easily and soon I was fucking him as the spiky haired guy began to finger my arse. I kept fucking the blond guy as his boyfriend fingered some lube into my arse and then positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my arsehole and I leaned forward. He pushed up me and soon I was fucking the blond lad while his boyfriend fucked me. I was really turned on - the blond lad was quite tight and I was getting close as the spiky haired guy began to fuck me harder. I fucked myself on his cock as I thrust up the boyfriend and a short time later I was loading up the blond lad as his boyfriend shot his load up me. I had really enjoyed my time at the sauna and decided to head back to the hotel. As I made my way to the locker room I passed the tall lad I had fucked in the steam room. He was rolling a condom on to some guy's cock and I wondered again why he had let me fuck him without one. Then I realised - he must have thought I was wearing a condom when I fucked him. He probably saw me rubbing lube into my cock and, in the darkness of the steam room, thought I was rolling on a condom. I wondered if he would realise that I had not only shot a load up him, but had deposited a toxic load deep in his arse. That evening, we all met up for dinner and, once again, a considerable amount of alcohol was consumed. After the meal, Neil asked me if I was intending to visit the Tiergarten again and, rather shyly, asked if he could come with me. I had intended to have an early night as I was tired - but I was interested to see if Neil was up for some more fun with other guys and so I said I was up for a cruising session if he was. I knew I probably couldn't shoot another load, but there was nothing to stop me dropping my pants and taking a few loads - especially as Neil had said previously that it would turn him on to watch me getting fucked and bred. Neil and I had a couple of drinks with the others in the hotel bar and then made our way to the Tiergarten. I could tell that Neil was nervous, but also excited, and he made me promise to stick close to him as we headed for the area I had cruised in the previous night. Quite a few guys were cruising around, some of them quite fit looking, but nothing much was happening apart from that. I had warned Neil that cruising could be hit and a little while later, as nothing much seemed to be happening, I asked Neil if he was up for getting things started and told him to get his cock out. He leaned against a tree branch and pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees. He was fully hard and I went down and started to suck him. A few guys drifted towards us and watched as I sucked Neil's cock, and then I stood up, dropped my pants, and bent over the tree branch. Neil moved in behind me and pushed his cock up my arse. A few more guys appeared now, attracted by the noise of our fucking, and quite a few of them had their cocks out. A good looking younger lad went down on one of the older guys and, just at that moment, Neil pulled out my arse. "I don't want to cum just yet," he whispered. One of the other guys stepped up behind me and pushed his bare cock up my arse. "Oh fuck," I heard Neil whisper as the guy began to fuck me. "Fuck him!" Neil said to the guy, "Fuck him!" The guy continued fucking me as I leaned over the tree branch and took a cock into my mouth. I knew Neil was really turned on watching me get fucked and he was playing with his cock as the guy fucking me unloaded in me and pulled out. I stayed bent over and another guy went up me. I looked round for Neil and saw he was standing close to a tall, dark haired guy and both Neil and the other guy had their trousers and pants down at their ankles. As I watched, the guy bent over and took Neil's cock into his mouth and began to suck him. He sucked Neil for a while and then stood up. Neil said something to him and he nodded and then they both came over to where I was still being fucked over the tree branch. The guy fucking me pulled out and the guy who had been sucking Neil's cock took his place and pushed up me. He didn't last long and soon I was getting another load up my cunt. Most of the guys had drifted off now and I stood up. I asked Neil if he was enjoying himself and he said "Fuck yeah!" A tall, slim, good looking young black guy was standing nearby looking over at us. "He's really fit," said Neil "Are you up for more?" I said I could do with a rest now and said to Neil "Why don't you cruise him?" Neil shook his head. "Go on," I said, "You know you want to!" Neil hesitated and I promised him I would stay near him the whole time. Neil moved slowly towards the black guy and, for someone who has never cruised a guy before, made a very good job of cruising him! The black guy made his way out of the main area in to a clearing behind some trees and Neil followed him. As he did so, Neil looked round and seemed relieved to see that I was still there. I was really turned on to see what Neil would do and how far he might be willing to go and as I watched, the black guy pulled Neil towards him and they kissed. They kissed for a while and then Neil got his cock out and the black guy went down on his knees and began to suck him. He sucked Neil for a while and then got up and they kissed again. To my surprise, Neil got down and took hold of the other guy's cock. He licked it a few times and then took it into his mouth. I couldn't quite believe that I was watching Neil suck cock, but he seemed to be enjoying it and was playing with himself as he sucked the black guy's cock. After a while they changed places and Neil was getting sucked again. A little later they both stood up and the guy said something to Neil, who nodded. Then Neil bent over and the other guy got down behind him, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed his tongue into Neil's arse and Neil groaned. It was all very horny - Neil, like many straight guys, had initially been very hesitant about exposing his arsehole to me and letting me lick it and it had taken a while to persuade him - and now he was reaching round and pulling his cheeks apart as a total stranger licked his hole. After a while the guy stood up but, to my surprise, Neil stayed bent over. The guy stood behind Neil and began to rub his cock up and down Neil's crack and Neil moaned. The black guy was moving his cock head over Neil's hole and, as I watched, he pushed it gently against Neil's arsehole. I wasn't sure if he had actually penetrated Neil but after a while, Neil pulled away and stood up. They kissed again and then the black guy bent over. Neil moved in behind him and within seconds he was up the black guy and fucking him against the tree. The black guy was wanking as Neil fucked him and I enjoyed every minute of watching them fuck. I could tell Neil was getting close and after a while he began to shoot his load up the black guy's arse. After that, we made our way back to the hotel. We had a beer in my room and then climbed into bed together. Neil kissed me "Thanks, that was awesome!" he said This trip to Berlin just kept getting hornier. We still had one full day and night in Berlin and I was looking forward to seeing what might happen.

Chapter 6. Two weeks later 6.1 Ted It was our fortnightly weekend playtime. Jim and I started hitting the pipe the moment we got home from work on Friday getting ourselves in the mood for our long and high session. Feeling the crystal coming on nicely, I asked, “Should we check if Zack is online?” “Yea, why not. Ralph said that he was going to tell Zack he has to work late today, but he is off to the sauna instead,” said Jim. We opened Zack’s profile. He was 23 years old, 5’7 with a pretty slim build, even slimmer than Jim. My type of guy. His profile did say that safe sex is “always”. Well, most barebackers often had their profiles proclaim that too. Got to hedge their bets not to alienate the condom crowd after all. Ralph seemed to think Zack would be quite a condom nazi with others though. It looked like Zack was online. I flicked him a message from the profile Jim created for me. We had our profiles linked together as boyfriends. Both of our profiles did say “safe sex” only. Didn’t want to scare Zack off afterall. Me (Ted): Hey, sexy pics Zack: Hey, nice pics too. What are you up to? Me (Ted): Nothing much. Partner and I have been hitting the pipes. We are both pretty horny. We’ve been thinking of experimenting with 3somes. Jim grinned at the lie. We had our first 3some with Zack’s boyfriend 2 weeks ago after-all. Zack: Just checked out your partner’s profile. He wouldn't normally be my type one on one, but would be hot in a 3some. Me (Ted): Keen to come over and smoke some crystal and play? 😉 then Zack: Sure. Do you guys have condoms? We only play with others with condoms. Me (Ted): Well, my partner and I don’t use condoms with each other. This 3some thing is a spur of the moment thing so we have no condoms at home. Why don’t you bring some. I am Ted and my partner is Jim. Zack: I’m Zack. “Ugh, do we really want to play with condoms? Looks like Ralph is right, Zack is diligent with condoms. I rather just play with the two of us, than to have to use condoms,” Jim asked. “Well, the main thing is to get Zack here first. We’ll get him really high and see how we go. And if he still wants to use a condom, we can tell him to fuck off.” “That’s… rather mercenary.” “Tell me you disagree.” Naturally, he didn’t. — We answered the door dressed in our boxers. Zack was dressed in t-shirt and running shorts. Jim led Zack into the living room. I walked behind Zack, leering at the view from the back. His running shorts exposing his slim smooth legs and emphasizing his small arse. We sat in the living room and offered Zack the pipe. He took a few puffs and took a box of condoms out of his bag and placed it on the coffee table. After several puffs, he offered the pipe back to us. “No, you have some more first. We had a head start after-all,” I told Zack. Zack hit the pipe some more. Excellent. “We noticed that you had a boyfriend linked to your profile, is he away this weekend?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer from the horse’s mouth. “Nuh, Ralph is working late tonight.” “Do you guys play with others together or separately?” “We have played together with others before and also separately. We have only played together with others a few times but not recently though. I think Ralph prefers playing with others separately more,” Zack responded. I could hear a hint of disappointment in his tone though he tried to hide it. Well, Ralph would have loved to play with others together with Zack if they could go bare. Ralph felt that this was something he could not approach Zack about. “What About you guys? You mentioned you are experimenting with 3somes? Just opening up your relationship?” “That’s right. Jim here never tried a 3some before and we have been talking about it,” the lie came easily. Jim looked at me with a smirk. “The idea of watching Ted fuck another guy really turns me on,” Jim said. Zack had been puffing away for some time now. I gestured for him to pass the pipe to Jim and I to puff some more, then suggested we get a booty bum. Zack looked slightly hesitant and mumbled, “That would get us really high.” “That’s the idea. Come let’s get naked.” “You guys will play safe, right?” “Zack, Jim believed that bare sex is something special to be shared between boyfriends only,” I looked over at Jim with a knowing look. I was not sure if Zack caught that I used the past tense. “I think you feel the same way about bare sex with you and your boyfriend, what did you say his name was again, Ralph?” Zack nodded. We undressed completely. Jim and I administered our own booty bumps first while Zack undressed. When Zack was completely undressed, I told Zack to bend over. I put my hairy paws onto his smooth small arse and spread his cheeks. His hairless pink hole greeted me. I sank my tongue into his hole to tease it and to get it to relax. Jim sat back against the chair, stroking his 6” cock watching his boyfriend eat another another boy - another man’s boyfriend. I grinned at Jim when I removed my face from Zack’s arse and administered Zack’s booty bump. I sat back on the chair with my legs spread apart with my hard cock protruding from my hairy crotch and legs. “Suck me,” I commanded Zack. Zack got onto his knees and skillfully took my cock into his mouth. Pleasure from a warm eager mouth surrounded my cock. I looked briefly at Zack’s young face sucking me eagerly, eager to please and then looked at Jim who was obviously enjoying the show. Jim stroked his cock in jerky movements and we shared an evil grin. “Ted has a nice big cock, doesn’t he?” Jim said to Zack. Zack half nodded as he skillfully moved my shaft in and out of his mouth. “Is Ted or your boyfriend bigger?” Jim asked. I gave Jim a sly grin. We already knew the answer to that. Zack came up for some air and said, “Ted has a longer cock. Ralph is thicker.” “I think we should go to the bedroom. I want to watch you suck Jim while I eat your hole some more.” We got onto the bed, bringing the pipe along with us. Zack brought the box of condoms into the bedroom and placed it on the side table. Jim sat on the bed with his back leaning against the bedhead. His legs spread apart with Zack lying stomach down between his legs. He eagerly sucked Jim’s 6 inch cock. I took in the sight of two naked young men, both young enough to be my son. Jim and I shared a quick look and I watched his eyes move from my hard cock to Zack’s small arse. I pushed Zack’s legs apart and moved in between his legs. I cupped his tiny arse with my hands before pulling his cheeks apart. Zack moaned when I stretched his cheeks apart. I leaned forward, and pressed my bearded face into his smooth crack and started eating his hole, all the time my eyes were locked with Jim, while I played with my rock hard cock. Jim’s face was filled with lust and desire as he watched me push my tongue as far as I could into Zack’s hole. Zack squirmed, jerked and moaned as he sucked on Jim’s hard cock. Jim lit the pipe again and gave Zack a few puffs before returning him to suck his cock. He then passed me the pipe to have a few more puffs before he had some himself and put the pipe aside, just beside Zack’s box of condoms. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could go into Zack’s hole, before withdrawing and spitting a big glob of spit onto his smooth pink hole. I angled Zack’s arse upwards and kicked his smooth legs apart with my hairy legs and leaned forward and let my knob slide up and down his crack. Jim’s eyes could not take off my cock and Zack’s crack. Everytime my knob rubbed past Zack’s hole, I heard Zack gasp. “Please wear a condom and fuck me,” Zack begged as he sucked Jim. I smirked, “I’ll fuck you at my own time. Close your legs tightly together.” Zack obeyed. This time I moved my cockhead all across his crack until it was inbetween his thighs. His cracked and insides of his smooth legs getting smeared with my pre-cum. I felt Zack’s body freeze in anticipation everytime my cockhead rubbed across his hole. I simulated a “fuck” in that manner to get Zack feeling more at ease about my bare cock being so close to his bare hole. Jim was practically drooling. His cock rock hard. He whispered, “It looks so good. Can’t wait for you to fuck him.” “Yea? That really turns you on, doesn’t it?” I propped myself up and positioned it so that my dripping cockhead is right on Zack’s entrance I gyrated by cockhead against Zack’s hole, half breaching and stretching it. Zack moaned and his hole twitched involuntarily on my kob. As Jim often told me, the feeling of a bare knob felt much nicer than the cold rubber. “Oh, this feels so good. But please wear a condom before you go any further,” Zack whimpered. “I told you, Zack, Jim believed that bare sex is sacred and something special between boyfriends. Besides, I shouldn’t be risking Jim fucking bare now, would i? Not especially when he is here watching.” I said, never slowing down my cockhead teasing Zack’s hole. “Just the tip doesn’t count, does it Jim?” Jim grinned evilly, “No the tip doesn’t count.” I leaned forward and pushed, and my knob breached the entrance of the hole, Zack’s warm hole pleasured my knob. I withdrew my knob immediately after I penetrated and then breached his hole with just my knob again. Zack moaned in delight and pleasure. “We shouldn’t be fucking with just the tip either. We should be saving bare sex for our boyfriends only. It's sacred,” Zack protested. Though his arse still arched upward in the perfect angle for me to sink my shaft into him completely if I wanted to. “I don’t feel that the tip is a betrayal, and I am Ted’s boyfriend. I am sure Ralph would feel the same,” Jim responded. It was a heady mix staring into each other’s eyes as we tried to seduce Zack into debauchery. “Let me help you spread his cheeks,” Jim said as he leaned forward and pulled Zack’s cheeks apart while Zack’s head was bobbing up and down his cock. Jim and I now had a clear unobstructed view of my knob half sunked into Zack's boyish hole. I kissed Jim as my knob moved in and out of Zack’s hole, my pre-cum leaking into him as I fuck. We broke apart from our kiss as I grinned wickedly at Jim. I said to Jim in a mock disappointment, “Honey, his hole wouldn’t feel as good as your hole if I had to wrap up.” “I hate to have my boyfriend disappointed,” Jim returned my grin. “Maybe just half your cock? So you’re not completely unfaithful.” I pushed my cock half way into Zack’s hole and started fucking it at the half way point of my shaft, “We're still saving half my cock and your hole for our boyfriends. Does it not feel so much nicer without a condom, Zack?” “It does,” Zack moaned, “but we should wear a condom before you fuck me completely. We need to save ourselves for our boyfriends.” Though Zack was verbalising his protest, his arse pushed back and forth in rhythm to my thrusts. “His bare hole feels as good as your bare hole, Jim. I don’t think I can stop fucking him raw, Jim.” “Your raw cock sliding into his hole bare looks so hot,” Jim’s gaze was locked onto my hard meat half penetrating into Zack’s small arse, “Looks so hot your older hairy muscular body contrasting his smooth, slim young body. Pinning him down and fucking. I would love to watch you pound his arse raw.” "Yea? You don't mind your boyfriend desecrating his body and becoming unfaithful to you?" I asked looking in Jim's eyes, almost forgetting Zack was in our bed. "Would love you to. Be unfaithful to me over and over again," Jim said and I pushed myself slowly and completely into Zack. My hairy crotch pressing against his smooth small butt. Zack whimpered, “No, no, we got to stop. I’m poz. You don’t want to fuck me bare. You need to protect yourselves.” Of course we already knew that from Ralph. I lowered my chest onto Zack’s back, and held him tightly as I pushed my cock into him as deep as I could and whispered into his ear, “Protect ourselves? Jim and I are poz too, Zack. You are as much at a risk from our strain as we are from yours. Besides, I’m already all the way inside. You don’t need to save yourself for Ralph any more. You’re a cheating slut like two of us. Even if we stop now, I’ve reached an inch deeper than Ralph would ever reach. We might as well enjoy ourselves. You don't have to let Ralph know - it can be our secret.” I pushed his legs apart with my legs and started pounding Zack. Ralph had violated my boyfriend with his toxic cock. Now it is my turn to violate his boyfriend with my toxic cock. 6.2 Jim I watched Ted slam into Zack over and over again as Zack slobbered all over my hard cock. I never thought I would ever have the chance to watch my boyfriend fuck another boy bare. Knowing that my boyfriend was hard and aroused because of another boy. Zack moaned as all protest seemed to have evaporated. I was transfixed by the sight of Ted’s cock sliding in and out of Zack’s hole. My boyfriend having his “revenge” against me and Ralph. Ted pounded Zack for sometime before he pulled out and ate Zack’s hole. “Mmm I love eating a fucked hole and tasting hole juices and pre-cum.” He pulled me forward and guided me in between Zack’s legs. “Why don’t you eat his hole and have a go?” Ted said. I rarely topped. I looked at Zack’s stretched hole, no longer pink but an angry red from the friction. It looked slick and slimy. I leaned forward and pushed my tongue into Zack’s stretched hole, tasting Ted’s salty pre-cum and hole juices. Ted moved to sit in front of Zack and pushed his slick hard cock into his mouth to eat, “Suck my cock and taste your hole juices on my cock.” As Zack’s head bobbed up and down Ted’s cock. Ted looked over at me eating Zack’s hole, “Dip your cock into his hole.” I got up and positioned my cock against Zack’s hole and pushed. It slid in easily as Zack's hole has been stretched by Ted's bigger cock.. Zack’s warm slimy hole wrapped tightly around my cock as I slid in. It was a good thing I was on ice, or I would have cum almost immediately. Zack wasn’t the type that I would normally go for. I liked older beefier men like Ted, Ralph and Ray. Zack was more like me. Slim, smooth and younger. In fact, he was younger and smaller than me. Where I was used to feeling hairy naked flesh against me, it was a completely different and novel feeling of smooth skin against smooth skin. There seemed almost so much less friction as our hairless sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. I started fucking Zack. Pounding him. Fucking the hole that my boyfriend’s cock had just been in a few moments ago. I was a little concerned that my 6” cock would be too small for Zack, but he moaned with pleasure as I pounded him. “That looks so hot, watching my bottom boyfriend fucking a cheating bottom boy,” Ted leered at Zack and I fucking, Zack continued sucking Ted’s cock. I imagined it must be like watching the twink porn that Ted liked but live. “We lied to you, Zack. Jim used to want to save his hole for his boyfriend. But after we found out we had cheated on each other with other people without even practicing safe sex, we agreed never to restrict each other again and share our risks. You’re actually the second threesome we had. The first threesome we had, we played with this cheating poz top who also didn't use condoms when he cheated either too. Maybe we should invite him over right now to make sure that both you bottoms have at least a cock each to fill your holes. You’ll have a third cock fucking you bare tonight, Zack and he can give you another strain. We’ll turn you into a proper bare slut. Do you want me to invite our fuckbuddy, Zack?” “We shouldn’t,” Zack said with Ted’s cock half stuffed into his mouth, his arse kicking back against my thrust. It would be so horny to have Ralph watch Ted fuck his boyfriend. “”Shouldn’t” only makes it hornier, though, doesn’t it?” I said. “Howabout I send him a text to see if he is available? You can always say no if you aren’t interested when he is here. I’ll let him fuck Jim while I keep fucking you,” Ted said as he grabbed his phone and text. When he was done, he passed the phone over for me to read. It was a text message to Ralph. “Success - We got him to cheat on you raw. We are all still pretty tweaked - told him we’re inviting a fuck buddy who played raw with us. He thinks you are someone else to take his hole. Join us? :)” A response came as I was holding the phone, “Fuck, I’m coming over now.” I passed the phone back to Ted who grinned when he read the text. “Our fuck buddy will be joining us,” Ted announced to Zack. Ted looked at his hard cock, slick with spit from Zack and then at the two of us fucking. Looking at me, he said, “I want another go at that cheating ass. Bring your ass over to my mouth so that I can eat your ass while I fuck his ass.” I made way for Ted to get between Zack’s legs who promptly penetrated him again with his cock. My boyfriend joined bare with Ralph’s boyfriend.I stood in front of Ted and leaned forward so that my arse was in his face. I pulled my cheeks apart with my hands to give Ted easy access to my hole. I felt his beard between my smooth cheeks as he ate my hole. Zack and I watched in the mirror as Ted fucked Zack’s hole, while he ate mine. “I want you to lie on top of Zack so that your arse is stacked on top of his.” Ted guided me into the position he wanted me to take. My chest on top of Zack’s back. Ted spit a glob of saliva onto my ass and rubbed it into my hole. “Your hole must be feeling very empty, Jim. Want me to wash my cock before I fuck you?” “Fuck me with your dirty cock, please,” I begged. Ted pulled his cock out of Zack’s hole and in a smooth thrust his cock breached my hole, “there you go baby, Zack’s poz hole juices been fucked up your hole with my unfaithful cock.” While fucking Zack felt great, I definitely leaned more towards being a bottom and it felt great to have my hole filled with Ted’s cock. “Going to fuck your hole now, Zack,” Ted pulled out of me and plunged into Zack, “So much hornier and dirtier fucking raw, isn’t Zack? Don’t need to worry about lube or cleaning up as we swap partners? What would your boyfriend say seeing his cheating boyfriend taking such risks and fucked by a top with a longer dick?” Zack was obviously turned on by Ted’s filthy talk, “Feels so good and is so dirty and wicked. So natural. I wish Ralph would love this, but I cannot let him find out. He will hate me.” “But if you let him find out, maybe you might learn that he might love it too. Imagine you can watch Ralph fuck Jim bare too. Watch him get pleasure from my boyfriend’s bare poz hole, mixing their strains as they fuck while you and I enjoy each other.” Judging by Zack pushing himself back against Ted’s dick, I’m certain he loved the idea. Zack and I watched in the mirror (and felt) as Ted slipped out of Zack, and plunged his dick into my hole, casually swapping from hole to hole at his leisure. It was so horny watching my boyfriend, relishing having two young bottoms here to pleasure his cock bare. There was nothing sacred about the bare fucking we shared. The doorbell rang. “Looks like our fuckbuddy is here. Why don’t you answer the door, Jim?” Ted said.

Some people are just too attractive for their own good—people so beautiful they should be strutting their stuff on a catwalk or modeling underwear for a living. Sebastian was one of those guys. He was twenty two years old, a senior at UNLV. The blond-haired, blue-eyed stud with drop-dead looks that could easily have been spread among 4 people stood 5-11 and weighed 160 pounds. Despite his love for beer, he kept in shape with daily workouts in the university gym and pool. He was a star on both the water polo and swim teams. Sebastian also never lacked for female company. Wherever he went - the strip, a club, just walking on campus—women flocked to him like bees. He was used to getting Pussy whenever he wanted it. Nothing beat a good blow job! It was Spring Break and Sebastian and his frat brothers headed to San Diego for the week. They checked into a sleazy motel on the beach within walking distance of a dozen clubs—no driving needed. A whole week of playing all day and partying all night. There were ten frat brothers and collectively they sweet-talked the manager into squeezing them into two rooms. Less money for the rooms meant more money for partying. It was Friday night, only two nights left, and the guys couldn't decide where to go. Half wanted to go to Moondoggies, and half to the Pacific Bar & Grill. That wasn't really a problem, since they were only a couple blocks apart and close to the motel, so the guys decided to split up. Sebastian finished styling his spiky blond hair and looked in the mirror. Perfect! It was tousled with a windblown look, but Sebastian had spent 20 minutes getting it right. He'd seen a ton of babes on the beach and looked forward to getting laid. He turned to catch his profile, white briefs tenting an erection. He grabbed his hard Cock and gave it a squeeze. A couple of frat brothers saw him and chuckled. Sebastian pulled on his shorts and a tank top. He looked in the mirror. Aw, fuck the tank top! It was too warm outside and everybody was going shirtless. Plus he was proud of his sculptured torso. He strapped on his beach sandals and gave himself a last once over in the mirror. The white shorts proved a nice contrast to his tanned and toned body. He liked to wear them a little snug and short because of how they felt and how they looked when his fuck bulge stretched the material. Damn, he was hot! He could have passed for a Californian beach bum! He loved being himself. He grabbed a wad of cash and shoved it, along with his room key, in his pocket and led his frat brothers down the street. ******************** Photographer Paul's career seemed to be in high gear when he'd been pozzed by an anonymous pick-ip. He planned to take advantage of his condition and draw disability. For 6 long years he ignored his doctor's orders. His T-Cells plummeted. At 29, his immune system devastated, he proved to be a half-living, half-dead example of how the best laid plans go astray. He ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. Only then did he agree to start meds. During a lengthy rehab back to a semblance of health, Paul plotted his revenge against those he deemed responsible for his disease—in his perverted visage every gay or straight male who'd ever caught his eye. . At 30, living on his meager disability pension, though free from the humdrum necessity of earning a living, he discerned he had to supplement his income if he wished to continue his lifestyle, so by age 32 Paul had again become a professional - a professional hunter. His chosen vocation was to seek out hot young studs, drug them, and photograph them in compromising positions and in various stages of undress. That he took liberties with their presumably negative mancunts, he regarded as a well deserved fringe benefit of his vocation. (Actually the thought of spreading HIV and AIDS among the uninfected gave Paul a hard=on.) Paul had a website where the pics and videos of his victims could be downloaded—for a price. With no lack of voyeurs, his enterprise flourished. He traversed the countryside in search of pretty young twinks, but that night in San Diego, he'd returned to his birthplace. In fact, he was at one of his favorite haunts, the Pacific Bar & Grill. He was out for a night on the town and hadn't planned on working - until he spied Sebastian. One look at the blonde Adonis strutting shirtless through the door, and Paul had an immediate and dramatic change of plans. He'd been with a group of his friends, but stopped drinking the moment he spotted Sebastian. Paul couldn't take his eyes off him. His friends eventually decided to move on. After all, it was Spring Break and San Diego was one humungous party. Paul said he was going to hang out for a while. As his friends left he moved to the bar. His strategy was simple - separate the prey from his pals, gain his trust, and then work the guy over. From his spot at the bar Paul kept track of Sebastian's movements: who he came in with, who he talked to; who he danced with; what he drank, how much he drank, how often he went to the restroom - everything. As the evening wore on Paul noticed that most of Sebastian's friends had paired off with girls and left. Sebastian looked like he was having too much fun dancing, his hunky body twisting in perfect time with the music. The sheer gall the stud had - coming into this place dressed the way he was, shirtless, in short shorts and sandals - gave Paul the hardest boner he'd ever experienced. When the song ended Sebastian huffed his way to the bar, breathing heavily. The stool next to Paul was conveniently empty. Sebastian sat down and gave Paul a perfunctory nod. "Anybody sitting here?" he asked, his voice incredibly sexy. "No," Paul said, turning slightly on his stool. "She was hot," he remarked, commenting on Sebastian's last partner. "She was a bore," Sebastian said. "Blah, blah, blah," He dismissed her with a wave of his hand as he flagged down the bartender. "Seabreeze." "Still," he mulled, "it's getting late and most of the hotties have gone I probably shoulda fucked her." Sebastian grabbed his crotch. "You ever get totally horned up?" The question took Paul by surprise, as it precisely described his current state, with Sebastian the object of his attraction. "Constantly! A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do." Sebastian nodded, his mouth full of pretzels. "Exactly." His drink arrived and he downed half of it. He pulled out a five and told the bartender to keep the change. He grabbed his crotch again and spun around on the stool. "Take a look," he mumbled, sounding bummed. "A bunch of dogs." He shook his head and grabbed his crotch again. Paul couldn't help but notice. "You look like you surf." "Just learned this week," Sebastian giggled, finishing his drink. "I'm here from Vegas on Spring Break. I took some lessons. It's great." He was about to order another drink when Paul hailed the bartender. "This round's on me, Maybe you should lay off the hard stuff. This place isn't known for skimping on its liquor. It might be a good idea to slow down, especially if you wanna get laid." Sebastian laughed again as he took his beer from the bartender and took a swig. "You're right, you're so fuckin' right. I'm just so fuckin' frustrated and horny. You shoulda seen the babes on the beach!" Mixing alcohol wasn't the smartest thing to do, but Sebastian wasn't thinking about booze. He groped his crotch again. From where he sat Paul could see the stud's bulging crotch. Fuck, it it's nice he thought. It was a good thing Sebastian's trunks weren't any shorter - or he'd have been arrested for indecent exposure. "By the way, I'm Rob," Paul said. "I'm here from ASU." "Sebastian. UNLV." "Nice to meet you." "Same here." Sebastian finished his beer and Paul bought him another. About halfway through it, Sebastian jumped up and headed to the john. Paul noticed he was none too steady on his feet. He'd had the roofie in his hand since Sebastian sat down, waiting for the right moment. Now the drunken stud was off taking a piss. Paul casually reached over, as if to stretch, and dropped the roofie into Sebastian's beer. Sebastian wouldn't know what hit him. He ordered another. Sebastian came back a few minutes later and grinned when he saw the extra bottle. He finished his first beer and started the second "Thanks, man," he said, holding the bottle while scouting the dance floor. "Let me get the next round." Paul looked at his watch. With Sebastian already drunk, he anticipated 15 minutes at most. It wasn't too hard to keep up a conversation. Sebastian was a talker. He droned on about his countless cunt conquests and about the great time he was having in San Diego. Sebastian's speech slurred; and Paul knew it was time. He wanted Sebastian out of there before he became incapacitated. "Man, you look wasted. I don't think you're gonna get any. Maybe you oughta call it a night." Sebastian wobbled on his stool. "I think you're right. I feel kinda fucked up. Good thing my motel is just down the street." He stood up to leave, wavering, and patted Paul on the arm. "Nice to run into ya, Rob. Have fun the rest of the Break. See ya later." As he turned to leave Paul also got up. "I should probably head out, too," he said, catching up with his prey. "We were out in the sun all day and I'm whooped." As the two guys left the Pacific Beach, Paul asked Sebastian where he was staying. Sebastian pointed down the street. "I can't remember the name of the place, but it's a couple blocks thata way." Paul came up with a quickie. "My place is that way, too. My car's right over here. Let me drive you." "'Preciate it," Sebastian slurred, and together the two, the Hunter and the Hunted, climbed into Paul's SUV. As they drove down Garnet Avenue, Paul remembered a motel he'd used once before where he could pay cash. He noticed that Sebastian was having difficulty staying awake. "Hey, Sebastian, where did you say your motel was?" Sebastian looked at, or rather through, Paul. The roofie had him in its grips. "I can't remember shit," Sebastian giggled. "Well, this is my place," Paul lied, turning into the lot. "Wanna come in for a minute till you remember where you're staying?" "Yeah," Sebastian replied. "Good idea." "My room's over there." Paul pointed nowhere in particular. "Wait here while I get the key. I've lost one already so I don't carry it with me. They charge an arm and a leg for a replacement. I'll be right back." "Okaaaaaaaay," Sebastian slurred, slumping in his seat. Paul entered the office to check in, then returned to Sebastian, who'd drifted off "Come on, Buddy," Paul urged, shaking Sebastian, who stumbled after him toward the room. As soon as they were inside, Sebastian collapsed on the bed and conked out. Paul had to restrain himself from jumping his bones right there. He returned to his car to get the gym bag where he kept his cameras, tripod, and toys. Back in the room, he lifted Sebastian's eyelids: his eyes were rolled up - he was a goner. Paul started snapping pictures. He pulled off Sebastian's shorts. Holy Shit! Paul had never seen anyone who looked so good in his underwear. He couldn't wait to see what was beneath. But first things first. Paul's website catered to a variety of fetishes, and he decided to feature Sebastian in every category. First he took pictures of Sebastian dressed - on his back, on his stomach, sitting up. Then Paul removed Sebastian's sandals and snapped a few pics of the Prey's nice size 9 feet. Paul stripped off Sebastian's shorts and let out a sigh as he gazed at the passed-out stud. Once again Holy Shit! crossed his mind: he had never laid eyes on any guy so erotically photogenic. Sebastian was just plain hard to resist. Again Paul shot from every conceivable angle. The ass shots were great - the white of Sebastian's briefs stretched tautly across his tanned ass. Mmmmmm! Paul couldn't wait to dive into that hole! For sure the fucker, straight as he was, was still an anal virgin. Looked like Paul had some serious deflowering to do. He stroked Sebastian's cock and balls and flicked his jutting nips. Bingo! The dazed stud began to moan and get hard; but he was gonna get harder still. Having cum this far, Paul felt an obligation to teach the hunk something he didn't already know about sex; and despite his hetero expertise, the guy was a total ignoramus about what two men could do to please each other. Paul would fix that. He lifted the Sebastian's head and slipped a Viagra between his soft, pale pink lips. He helped him swallow by giving him a little water and steadily, slowly stroked his throat. In about 20 minutes, Sebastian would be as hard as Paul. Paul passed the time by stroking Sebastian's bod. As Sebastian moaned in obvious pleasure, Paul decided to get a couple of facial shots - cum facials. He dropped his pants and jerked his dick until he shot a load of slop right onto Sebastian's pretty face. His photos captured the cum as it dripped down the Sebastian's brow, across his nose, over his lips and under his chin. Still horny and full of jizz, Paul decided to see what kind of cocksucker Sebastian was. He sat him up and stuck his hard cock into Sebastian's mouth, thrusting his hips back and forth, and sliding his cock in and out. Pretty soon he was ready to cum again and let his load slide down Sebastian's throat. For a straight guy, Sebastian turned out to be a pretty good cocksucker. At last it was time for the Promised Land! His next Load was goin' right up the Straight Boy's Ass—but then he wouldn't be a Straight Boy after that, would he? He fitted Sebastian with a Ball Gag, which allowed him to breath, but not scream, Paul slowly peeled off Sebastian's briefs. The Hunk's Shaft was probably a good six inches when soft, but the Viagra stretched It to a delectable eight. As he watched Sebastian sprout, he took more pictures. Then he jacked off the dazed stud. It didn't take much to get Sebastian to shoot his first load, imagining that Paul was constantly hard. He stared in awe as he slowly jerked Sebastian to his second ejaculation. Sebastian's eight-inch cock was as perfect as the rest of his body. He figured It felt good up a girl's pussy. Bet the bitches didn't appreciate It nearly as much as he did. Just as Sebastian was ready to cum, Paul straddled Sebastian and sat down on his erect shaft. Sebastian shot his neg jizm right up Paul's ass. "Whew!" Paul cried out as Sebastian's beautiful dick spasmed in his hole. Sebastian would make a great giver someday, with a little help from...well...Paul. "And now for the finishing touch, Buddy Boy," Paul remonstrated, as he climbed off the bed, Sebastian's cum running down his leg. He drew the limp Hottie's legs over his shoulders and thrust as hard as he could into Sebastian's tight Ass. Sebastian cried out in pain (or was it delight?) but the sounds were all but muffled by the ball gag. The poor frat boy apparently had some comprehension of what was goin’ down, because Paul could make out: "I'm straight, Dude. Please stop! I don't wanna be gay!" Paul, undeterred, continued to fuck his thick rod in and out of Sebastian's abused hole. God, Sebastian's hole is tight! Paul thought. It felt extra good fucking his AIDS cock back and forth up the bottom's torn and abused anus, enhancing the jock's receptivity to the Bug. Paul figured he was doing Pretty Boy a favor - etching his poison into his neg DNA, assuring him notoriety for the rest of his days. Anticipating the probable consequence of the rape, and the ignorant bitches Sebastian was likely to breed, Paul plunged enthusiastically into the sobbing jock's anus, knowing that each thrust rendered a positive outcome more likely. Pretty Boys like Sebastian deserved be bred in recompense for the smug superiority they displayed. And this punk was no exception. With that justification, Paul ground in violently, mercilessly slapping his hips against the straight's bubble butt, burying his dick up to his pubes in the violated man pussy. "Your ass is mine, kid!" Paul avowed, bucking as hard and violently as he could. Tears streaked down Sebastian's macho cheeks, for subconsciously Sebastian knew he was being irreversibly ravaged. After he climaxed, Paul cleaned himself up, straightened the room, and hightailed it out of there, taking Sebastian's briefs as a souvenir. His only regret was that he wouldn't see the look on Sebastian's gorgeous face in the morning, followed by a grimace of pain and confusion—as the youth gradually recollected that he'd been violated. As he drove to the airport, Paul bet that Sebastian would tell his buddies that he'd banged some chick at her place all night. He had no fear of reprisal. After all, what dude was going to report he'd been raped? The next morning the rays of the hot San Diego sun shown through the window and aroused Sebastian from his drug-induced sleep. For a few moments he was confused about where he was. He was in a strange bed and, stranger still, alone. That almost never happened. Sebastian couldn't remember the last time he didn't go home with some broad. He tried to replay the previous evening. He sat up in bed and realized he was naked, his shorts on the carpet beside the bed. What the hell had happened last night? Oh yeah.... That guy he'd met.... What was his name? Rob? Yeah, Rob. That was it. Cool guy. They 'd had a few drinks, and then he drove him home. No... they'd stopped at his motel first. Was that where he was? If so, where was Rob? Sebastian looked out the window and saw his motel a few blocks away. After showering and dressing—where was his underwear—he went to the front desk and inquired about Rob. The stupid clerk was no help. All she could tell him was that the room had been paid for in cash. As he walked home, he felt a pain in his ass and knew something had gone terribly wrong. He began to remember the events of last night and cried as he walked along.

Do bottoms have power? Absolutely, and in equal measure to tops! I’ve never been one to buy into the “I’m just a worthless hole” mindset- sure, I know some guys do and fair play to them- but for me, when I adopt that role, it’s just part of the game. Deep down, I know I’m every bit as worthy as any of the tops that fuck me, and that when it come to the power stakes, we’re an equal match. Sometimes, when a top cums and collapses on top of me, weak, drained, and ready to go home, I feel very much like I’m the one who has the power, as I mentally plan my next conquest while he catches his breath… I’m a firm believer that tops need bottoms just as much as bottoms need tops… and therein lies the beauty of all that we do on this site!

Even they are safe-only when it comes to fucking, I put lube on his dick and then I start teasing his dick with my hole and then I suddenly put it in. They usually keeps fucking.

Chapter 7 The men lay in a sex daze for some time on the bed before Jason instructs his son to get up. “Son I’m so proud of your acceptance of your new role and the intense changes that are taking place. Now It is time for the next stage. Although, your lean muscular body advertises you as a submissive jock slut, I think we need to emphasize it by shaving you body from the neck down. Tyler and I will take you into he bathroom shave you. Your hairlessness will emphasize you as my submissive jock son, contrasted by my dominant hairy muscular frame.” Jason explained. “Oh dad that’s so hot”, Jake said earnestly. The men proceeded to the large walk-in shower. Tyler and Jason massaged shaving lotion all over Jake’s body and shaved every hair from his dick, balls, ass, legs and chest. They both took special attention on Jake’s hole shaving closely to his jockpussy lips and grazing the tender skin causing a few small cuts to form. As they did this they fingered his now smooth hole massaging the fresh poz load in his hole into the small newly formed abrasions. This aroused all three men. After the shave was completed they all washed themselves with in the hot steamy shower. Then all three went to the small sauna adjacent the cabin. There Jason and Tyler relaxed in the sauna as Jake knelt in front of the hairy, imposing men, Taking turning sucking on each man’s cock while they laid back tweaking their nipples, encouraging the obedient muscle jock to earn his ‘breakfast’. As the men reached climax the now smooth teen guzzled down their dirty loads demonstrating his new role as their new submissive cum hungry jock slut.

Woke to a beautiful sunny LA Sunday. Decided it would be a good day to cruise Elysian Park; and, collect some cum. I was really horny, and I quickly prepped for an afternoon of anonymous cock! I hit the trails of one of my favorite spots, and within minutes I was pressed up against a tree getting fucked by some random guy with a fat dick. Thing was, within 30-seconds he was shooting his load up my hole. Then, he slipped out, pulled his shorts up, and disappeared. I thought, "that's it?!" A little disappointed, I straightened up and walked back to where my car was parked. However, much to my glee, standing at the top of the trailhead was a rugged Latino Daddy (Had he been watching us fuck)? He was my height, (I'm just under 6'), and stocky. He had a shaved head, and a thick salt and pepper goatee. He was stroking his fat and veiny uncut cock. (It was a gorgeous slab of man meat, and, I wanted it inside me badly). I smiled as I approached, and, as I got within arm's reach, Latino Daddy turned me around. He fingered my cummy hole and muttered something in Spanish. I heard him spit onto his beautiful cock, and then he pressed the head up against my wet hole. He grabbed me by the shoulders, and I realized I was about to get a good hard pounding. And, that he did. He rode me rough and hard, slamming his thick meat into my ass. God, I was fucking loving it. I braced myself against a nearby branch as Latino Daddy went to town on my used bunghole. And, unlike, fuck #1, Daddy had a bit more of endurance. He fucked me hard for a good 3-4 minutes. By this point, my hole was totally loose and sloppy; and, that's when I heard LD grunt loudly as he dumped his DNA into me. (Fuck! Now, that's why I came to cruise the park). I clenched my butt muscles to milk out every drop of this guy's load. When he pulled out, a big blob of jizz oozed out and LD scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to me. Fuck! I was in heaven, and soooo turned on! He turned me around, pushed me to my knees, and I happily suck his cum-covered cock clean. Fuck, I was savoring his (and fuck #1)'s loads. Then, Latin Daddy pulled away, zipped up, smiled, and walked off. Later, I took 3 more loads from three more anonymous studs. When I finally got into my car hours later, I had so much man spooge dripping outta my swollen hole. I fingered myself, and ate all of those loads off my fingertips as I jacked off in the car. Man, that was an excellent day at the park!

Poz. Pozzed. I had been pozzed. I had taken several loads of HIV positive cum inside me. Shit. Except, no, not shit. The moment I realised what it had all meant had caused the bottom to drop out of my stomach, but at the same time my dick had started to get very, very hard. Fuck, this turned me on. I sat back in the chair and stared at the screen while my brain went a thousand miles a minute. Thoughts started occurring to me. Of course this was going to happen. I willingly bend over for any man when I am on the prowl. On the base I let any soldier breed me, regardless of what he may have been up to with hookers when he was last on leave. I never ask for condoms, and I don't take any other precautions. Of course I am going to get pozzed. I wasn't going to stop doing what I was doing, and who knows how many poz loads I had already taken before tonight. Maybe I was already infected. Realising that started to calm me, and just allowed me to focus on how turned on I now was. But then it hit me. My brother. I had offered him to this group as well, when up until now he had just been getting used by the football team. Yeah, one of those guys could still pick up something and pass it on to him, but it seemed pretty low risk. Taking him along next week, or indeed up to the woods with me some other time, would mean he would be taking poz loads too. I loved my brother, but I didn't think he was all that smart. There was probably no chance he was taking any precautions, if he even knew you could. If he took random loads, some would be poz, and he would eventually get infected. It was basically his destiny. He was bound to start seeking cock outside of the team eventually, with or without my help. If he followed my lead and started going to the woods, eventually those guys would be there one night and the deed would be done. Should I tell him? Or should I just bring him along to the party or the woods and let fate take its course? Testosterone answered that question for me. Thinking about my hunky younger brother unknowingly taking toxic loads made my dick even harder. Fuck, I was twisted. But the decision had been made. Now I just had to get him past his nerves and out into the world to fulfil his destiny...

I was heading home for four weeks of leave. A fellow soldier had loaded me up in the bathroom at the airport, and again while changing planes in Atlanta, but even with all that I was horny when the bus dropped me off in town. My mom was working nights again this month and I didn't think my dopey brother would be sitting around waiting for me, so after I'd smoked a couple of cigarettes I slung by bag up on my shoulder and headed round the bus station into the woods. I was still in my uniform, but actually thought that might help me score. Man how right I was. There were actually quite a few guys hanging around that night, all of them middle aged or downright old, and boy did it turn them on having a real-life soldier drop his pants and present his ass to them. "You looking to get fucked, Soldier?" asked this fat guy with a big beard. "Just here to serve my country, Sir" I replied. Thought I'd play along. That did it, and I soon had a steady supply of cocks going in both ends, until they had all blown in me at least twice. I hadn't planned on taking that much cock tonight, but there were no complaints from me. Once I sensed they were all tuckered out, I fished a tissue from my jacket pocket, cleaned off the worst of the cum lodged between my buttcheeks, pulled up my trousers, and then turned and playfully saluted those members of the group who were still there. I then grabbed my bag off the floor and set off on the walk through town to our house, lighting up a couple of smokes on the way. It being a Friday night, I assumed my brother would be out somewhere. However, when I got to the house it was dark except for his room, so I guessed he must have a girl up there. To avoid any problems, I entered as quietly as possible and made my way to the downstairs toilet to have another wipe of my ass before I went upstairs, just in case he intercepted me before I got to the bathroom. It was when I came out of the downstairs toilet that I realised the faint sex noises I had heard coming from upstairs did not sound like I thought they should. It sounded more like what I had become used to, in that there was definitely two or three different male voices. Maybe he and some football players were gang banging some poor cheerleader. I crept upstairs to avoid making a scene, but then noticed his door was closed over but not actually latched. Curiosity got the better of me, and when I slowly pushed back his door while pressed against the wall outside, I got one hell of a surprise. There were a load of football players in there as I expected, and it was a gang bang happening all right, but it was my brother who was being fucked! There he was, the handsome muscled 18 year old quarterback my mom so adored, on his hands and knees on his own bed while his teammates fucked him mercilessly at both ends. I had started looking in right as one of them climaxed in his ass, and when he pulled out I could see even from the strange angle that he had been fucking my brother bare. Jeez, this clearly ran in the family. Maybe that's why dad wasn't around anymore. Maybe he was off somewhere getting fucked repeatedly. I watched for a bit longer, and then decided just to throw caution to the wind. I walked into the room quite noisily, causing everyone to stop and heads to rapidly turn in my direction. I don't think I've ever seen my brother looking so scared in all his life. "Hey little bro" I said. "Errr...hey" he replied. "You having fun?" I asked. "Er..." he mumbled, not a sound coming from any of the other scared shitless-looking guys in the room. "Looks like it" I said. "They're not forcing you, right?" He stared at me for a moment, and then shook his head. One of his teammates was still lodged in his ass while we had this bizarre conversation. "OK then" I said, before reaching to my pants to pull them down. I pulled each leg off at the same time as the accompanying boot, and then got my tops off too. That left me standing there in front of everyone in just my jockstrap, my tattooed muscled bod on full display. "What are you doing?" my brother squeaked, clearly concerned I was going to fuck him too. He was still in the same position, a cock lodged in his ass. "Well, it looks like you could use some help with these guys" I responded, smiling. I then looked round the other guys. "Y'all want to fuck both of us?" I asked. Without waiting for a response from any of them, I walked over to the bed and got on all fours from the opposite side so that my head was right next to my brother's, and then I turned to face him. "Guess we've both been keeping secrets" I said to him, before a black cock appeared in front of my face. Without even looking up at the guy it was attached to, I just turned towards it, opened my mouth and sucked it in. Shortly after another cock was pushed into my hole in one go, and my brother and I settled into an evening of getting completely turned out. These were young men in their prime, so neither one of us was ever without a hard cock pummelling our ass. It was actually starting to get light when I realised the only guy who was still there and awake was the one fucking my brother, meaning I was going to get a break for a bit. I hauled myself off the bed, threw on my pants and jacket, and then headed downstairs and out to the porch. I lit up a cigarette, and then leaned on the railing looking towards the beginnings of dawn. My brother soon appeared next to me, and helped himself to one of my cigarettes as well. We then just stood smoking in silence, and it wasn't until we'd both lit up another that any words were spoken. "When did you start getting fucked?" my brother asked out of nowhere. "Strip poker gone crazy during base leave in Vegas a couple of years ago" I responded. "Was drunk as hell. Some of my brothers fucked me, and have been taking cock ever since. You?" "Last year" he said. "Carson saw me checking out his cock in the showers, and made me blow him to stop him telling everyone else. Then he fucked me." I exhaled a big load of smoke. "What about when you started being a whore for the whole team?" I asked. "Carson told everyone, even showed them a video" he responded. "Guess I'm lucky they didn't just beat the shit out of me." We were silent again for a while. "Do you like it?" I asked. "I mean, so far it sounds like they could just be blackmailing you." "Yeah" he said. "Bro, I'm gay." "Well yeah, I figured that much from you checking out Carson's cock" I said, "but being gay ain't gotta mean you like getting gang fucked." "S'pose" he sighed. "But I do. I fucking love it." We were quiet again for a bit. "Is it just the team who fucks you?" I asked. "Yeah" he replied. "They're all so fucking horny all the fucking time." "So no other guys then?" I asked. "No. But you do, right?" "Yeah, I do" I said. "Took some loads in the woods before I got home last night." My brother looked a bit wide eyed after I said that, but I noticed his tongue just lightly touching his lip. What I just told him had turned him on, so I decided not to hold back. "Group of old men. Could have been anyone. They all fucked me and bred my ass." "Fuuuuuck" my brother groaned quietly. "Was still full of their cum when your teammate shoved his cock in me" I continued. "Guess that makes me a slut, huh?" My bro just nodded, his face now fully giving away that the thought of me - or maybe of himself - doing that aroused him. We stood in silence for a bit, both lighting up another cigarette. "You wanna come with me next time I go to the woods?" I eventually asked. He paused, then said "isn't it dangerous?" "Probably" I said. He was quiet for a bit longer, before looking at me and silently nodding. I guess he was ready to try something other than the football team. Neither of us was to know what this decision was going to lead to...

Chapter 4 I had googled the Tattoo parlour, and was about to walk in. I had thought about having a tattoo for ages but hadn’t had the courage to go through with it. But something here was propelling me on. All I could think of was doing as I was told to get more of Brad’s cock. In fact all I could think of was Brad’s cock! I pushed the door open before I could change my mind. A guy stood in front of me. ‘Hi is Carl here?’ I asked. ‘You’re speaking to him ‘ the guy replied. ‘Ah , um erm my friend has recommended that I come to see you’ I said, a little nervously. ‘I see, would that be Brad?’ Carl asked . ‘Er yes’ .. ‘OK he sends a few newbies here from time to time, they always come back for more once they’ve broken the ice so to speak’ he said. ‘I’m fully booked today but Lara can do you if you want. She’s especially good with newbies. We wouldn’t want you backing out would we?’ ‘Er no’ I mumbled , as Lara smiled and waved me through to the back. She had dark hair, and two sleeve tattoos, it looked kind of sexy on her. ‘Right, you’re one of Brad’s are you?’ She asked. I wondered how many Brad sent. ‘We call him The Teacher , he turns guys, converts them , making them totally into cock when he’s finished with them’ she said nonchalantly. It was kind of hot her talking like this. ‘Take your t shirt off’ she ordered. ‘ I know just what guys like you need, trust me you will like it’ she added. I sat in the chair and she cleaned my nipple. I hadn’t expected this. She kept talking so I couldn’t interrupt to ask wht she was doing. ‘So I’m guessing you have a girlfriend? ‘ Er yes’ ‘ and she doesn’t know you like cock as well, or is this new?’ ‘It’s new’ I replied as I winced as a needle went through my nipple. ‘ Close your eyes a moment’ she ordered. ‘I’ll say when to open them. She started on my other nipple and I winced again as I felt the needle again. I just shut my eyes as she carried on talking. ‘So you’ve met Brad, and I’m guessing that you’ve sucked his cock and that he’s probably fucked you? Am I right? ‘ ‘Er yes’ I mumbled ‘And you liked it? ‘ I nodded. ‘Can’t blame you, I love cock and cum, but I’m a girl, I should do. You’re a guy. Which makes you gay in my book. Are you gay? ‘ ‘Er no, I think I’m bi, I still like girls’ ‘ok, you can fool yourself. All Brad’s pupils do. And they all convert into full time homo’s pretty quickly’ she said matter of factly. ‘There’ she said. ‘Open your eyes. ‘ I looked down and saw two nipple rings in my nipples. They looked kind of good but I worried they were a bit obviously gay. What would my girlfriend say.? ‘Just so you know, you can’t take them out, I’ve soldered the ends. Embrace that. I’ll now give you a small tattoo. It is this snake here.’ She showed me a picture of a snake with an open mouth , showing fangs. That looked a bit more masculine. ‘Turn ‘ she said. It is going on your hip so you can hide it if needs be. She set to work. A while later she was finished. The snake looked good, but it was super imposed over an apple , ‘That is the snake and the forbidden fruit - in your case cock’ Lara said. I’ve left the apple uncoloured, for a reason. Guys of Brad’s come back and ask for it to be coloured with ‘Pride’ rainbow colours when they accept their destiny’ she said ‘well I don’t think I’ll be having that ‘I said. ‘We’ll see… ‘ Lara smirked. Just come back to me when you want more’ I left and my phone pinged. ‘Good boy’ it was Brad. He gave me directions to a shop down a side street. ‘You need to train that ass of yours. This shop is discreet. You will buy a butt plug and some lube. Hide it at home, and use it. Train your ass. I felt as though I was losing control of myself, but did as I was told. My girlfriend was still away for three more days so I could use it and get rid of it before she returned. I could give the excuse of my tattoo and piercings as something I did on a whim, but I needed that butt plug. I was getting hard at the thought of that. I hadn’t yet realised I wasn’t getting hard at the thought of my girlfriend. where was this journey taking me? I bought the butt plug Brad recommended and sone lube, to the obvious amusement of the girl serving. ‘Didn’t have you down as a fag when you walked in’ she said ‘ but I guess it takes all sorts’ I mumbled something and left as quickly as I could. The truth was I wanted to get home and use it. I wanted to feel it sliding in my ass. ‘I’ll meet you tomorrow, same place , 8pm. Good boy!’ The text came in from Brad. I had pleased him and it felt good. I wondered what the next lesson would be. to be continued…….

This morning. From a hot young boy in a pilot truck stop bathroom. He has a nice fat cock that bred me nicely.

Tonight at Hawks in Las Vegas: I was first to get there before the rush. I got the sling room. It's nice but I rarely get that much action from it. So I head to the darkroom after wandering around. It's empty so I climb in the sling and put on my blindfold. Soon, a guy feels my lubed hole and slides it. Not long: JACKPOT! Load #1. I climb out and head back to my room and put the sling away and lay down. In under 5 minutes, the next guy is climbing on to pound in another load. Load #2. My poor bung is getting sore, but a regular stud comes by for some action! I can't say no, and soon his big cock is stretching me wide and deep! We fucked for like 30 mins, several positions then he grips me tight as he fills me deep with a HUGE load! My hole is wrecked, but i slide my fat vibrator in my hole and jack out my load, licking my hand clean. I got dressed and left. Fun time! Can't wait to go back next week!

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

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...

Part 2 Seeing that the shot glass was already in Patrick’s hand, there wasn’t much point in turning back, but to only move forward, as the night was just getting started. The three knocked back their glasses and all squeamed at the bitter acrid flavor. Passing the Gatorade bottle around they each rinsed the flavor out and took a pause to adjust to the beverage they consumed. Ben grabbed a few pieces of candy and popped some in Mike’s mouth, handing Patrick a couple as well. “That stuff is terrible, hope you’re right and it's worth it. What happens now?” “We should start seeing it take into effect. It’s gonna make us feel more relaxed and give us a euphoric feel. But it’s not immediate, it takes 20 minutes” Mike reassured. “Ok, cool. Never thought I’d try something like that but let’s see how it goes” Patrick reiterated. “Yeah you’re gonna start to swirl, you’ll tell” Ben followed, smiling with a sense of self awareness and familiarity. Patrick dismounted Mike to change positions and give his calves a break. Ben, who was sitting back, legs up, and rubbing his pink hole, hand gestured to Patrick to come forward and top him. Ben’s chest showed beads of sweat pooling in between his furry pecs. Patrick crawled forward to Ben as Patrick began bathing Ben like a lioness cleaning her cub. Ben’s chest was salty, while his mouth was sweet from the gummy bears and the citric acid he had snacked on. Their tongues once again furrociously attacked each other. Their grunts were animalistic, as Ben’s legs were lifted over Patrick’s shoulders. It was a great position for Patrick to begin eating Ben’s male pussy and lick his sack. Patrick’s tongue managed to reach pretty far up his pink cunt, feeling his soft insides. “Fuuuuuuuuuckk ughhh keep it coming kiddo” Ben gasped. Ben’s man juices were sweet and insatiable. Leaving Ben’s hole slick with saliva and pushing back against his thighs, Patrick licked upwards across Ben’s tense bulbospongiosus muscle between his ass and his dick, making Ben moan even louder. Seeing Ben’s reaction he went back from sucking on Ben’s testicles back down to his pelvic muscles and reapplied pressure with his tongue and nose. Feeling Mike’s hands from behind, Patrick was getting his ass tuned up for another round of getting eaten out. Mike was excellent at rimming, he knew to not go too fast and he used the entire flat top of his tongue on Patrick. Mike and Patrick had their mouths stuffed, and could hear Ben groan the loudest as he watched his guest and his partner lined up in front of him. Amidst the action, Ben watched the porn play an orgy scene, set in the basement of a bar, and a group of pigs were filming each other using only the flashlights from their phones. These were some of the sweatiest pigs, quietly passing the bottom around with their black eyes. For Patrick, blowjobs were not really his top preference, but feeling the sexual tension he was willing to get as much cock as he could. Patrick stuffed his mouth with Ben’s meat nice and easily, realizing that his gag reflex was not interfering in any way. He could almost go all the way down to the base before coming up for air. “Dude you’re taking that dick so fucking good, don’t stop Patrick. You feeling the high kicking in? It’s fucking hitting me right now pfffff—ughhhh fuckkk”. “Yeah I’m starting to fucking swirl back here too hun, I’m gonna need that lube back here, can you pass me it Patrick?” Without a moment waiting, Patrick grabbed the lube on the edge of the bed and shoved it in Mike’s hand fast. He needed his dick back in him, he needed this raunchy spit roast to happen. Patrick could feel the horniness increase, feeling his heart pulse his blood rapidly, his body temperature begin to heat up, and could see his sweat creating drip marks on the sheets. He wanted these men to completely devour his body, enter his holes. Patrick lowered his hips for Mike while he pressed his hands into Ben’s inner thighs. It turns out that Ben is a grower, and boy he grew in girth and another inch of length, pulling his foreskin fully back, revealing a wide piss slit for Patrick to tongue. Patrick continued making love to Ben’s meat, without any sign of slowing down. “Guys I’m definitely feeling the high, oh my god my body feels so light and electric. Fuck me Mike, fuck me so deep.” Patrick growled back over his shoulder. “Boss you wanna feel me pump your ass with my semen? You’d like that huh? I’m gonna ask you return the favor to Ben and we can make a fuck train.” Mike growled back, smiling and showing his teeth. SLAP - Mike gripped Patrick’s ass with full strength, giving this ass another long lick over Patrick’s pucker. Mike inched himself on his knees closer behind Patrick’s lowered rear and rubbed his dick up and down this boys class crack in front of him. The lube was rubbing off and onto Patrick’s ass requiring that Mike apply a few more squirts of lube to fully slick up their bodies. Slapping his dick on Patrick’s hole, Mike could see Patrick’s ass clit pulsing and winking at him, signaling he needed raw cock. “Ughhh fuck, I need bareback sex. Fuck me raw” Patrick begged. Mike obliged, pressing his tip back inside the boys ass, gliding effortlessly passed the boy’s lips, and passed through his first ring. Using his teeth, Ben tore at the plastic of a different brand new bottle of poppers from the dresser and discarded the plastic to the floor. He opened the cap and assisted Patrick in feeding him long huffs of poppers. FUCK these were equally strong, taking over Patrick’s entire body. “Woahhhhooough you gotta try these you guys.” Patrick breathed. Patrick passed on the bottle to Mikes hands, as their motion paused for Mike to inhale. Mike took in his huff for 10 seconds on the left, and on the right, passing the open bottle for Ben to take some. Now that everyone was ready to go, their rhythm had begun. Ben was breathing loudly, taking himself into overdrive, while Patrick and Mike were panting in sync. Everyone’s bodies were hot and to the touch and their skin was slick with beads of sweat. The extra lube, everybody’s sweat, along with the poppers made for easy pounding pounding. Mike rammed in fast, pulled out slowly, giving his cock a flex inside Patrick. “I’m swirling, I’m fucking high fffffff-ughhh I wanna get fucked so hard by you kiddo, you wanna fuck me like you’re getting fucked right now?” Ben groaned. “Yeah let me be in the middle of you guys, that would be fucking hot.” Ben quickly took a pillow, folded it and positioned himself right in front of Patrick’s dripping cock. Ben’s ass was pointing straight at him, inviting them both to come closer. Ben’s meaty ass had tufts of sweaty public hair circling his ass, clumping in the sweat and saliva. Mike and Patrick, still penetrated, carefully kneeled up close to Ben to get the three of them fucking. Patrick lubed Ben’s naked cock up, as Ben mouthed his lips to Patrick and with wide eyes, “you fucking beautiful boy, youre so fucking sexy.” Patrick lined up, pressing into Ben’s cave, and could see his veiny cock slip into Ben’s soft and warm tunnel. “Haaaaawwwww yessssss big boy, your big dick feels incredible” Patrick closed his eyes in ecstasy, as his fists supported his torso on both sides of Ben’s hips. This gave Patrick support to easily back into Mike and forward into Ben. His fuck hole and his cock were getting worked together. Mike changed positions slightly, getting on his hind legs and gripping Patrick’s harness, managing himself to thrust more upwards. In unison, their trio bareback was tapping into their animalistic grunting, heaving, thrusting and moaning. Ben and Patrick reentered their deep kissing, tongue fucking and licking more aggressively. “ I’m so fucking high, holy shit you guys this stuff is so fucking good, what is this stuff again?” “It’s the G, this is a fucking good batch. We love it when we have groups over” Mike panted with his eyes shut. “Ugh I wanna do more in a bit, we should maybe do our regular dose, this was a bit less to get you started kiddo” Ben said Patrick saw the digital clock and saw that it was 3am. The night was flying. Patrick could understand one thing, and that was that he wanted to go deeper, he wanted more cock and more sweat to keep their juices flowing. As their bodies were slamming into each other, Patrick leaned back upright, rubbed his hands all over his own chest, pushing back his slick greasy hair. His armpit hair showing off, pits stinking, and feeling like the sex trophy he always wanted to be. Hands from Mike and Ben enveloped him as they breathed heavily, squeezing his flexed muscles. Mike could not go any deeper into Patrick as his thighs pressed into Patrick’s ass as far as he could reach, throwing his whole body into him. Mike was getting tenser and louder, his grip firmly squeezing Patrick’s shoulders. “Ughhh ughhh ugghhh I’m cumming a bit, oooohh fuck I’m squirting inside you” “Knock me up you fucking pig, feed me your jizz, I want your raunchy juices inside where it belongs” Patrick yelled. The pounding was getting wetter and stickier, and Patrick’s ass was loaded with Mike's natural lubricant. The bed was convulsing and rocking loudly. “Wwwooffwwofwoofwoofwoof ohh fuck yeah you like that kiddo?” Ben said. “Oh man I’m fucking exploding, your ass is so wet, I’m still cumming!” Mike was making a complete mess of Patrick, wrecking his cunt and taking complete ownership of him. Patrick could feel some of the cum splashing between his ass and Mike's crotch. “Aahhhhh!! Rrrrrrrrrr fuckkk!” Mike clenched his pelvis and ass muscles into Patrick’s caverness ass. Letting his load shoot 4 more pulses, Mike waited for his muscles to recover as his body was weakened from the intense eruption. As Mike’s energy stabilized, he pulled out his junk from Patrick’s loaded cunt, seeing his prick covered in his frothy cream. Patrick was spilling Mike’s load all over the sheets as his ass lips adjusted to the absence of Mike’s prick. Patrick paused for a moment to acknowledge Mike’s satisfied grin. Ben grabbed the back of Patrick’s sweaty neck and licked the inside of his ears and whispered “ “You fucking beautiful boy you fuck me with your big donkey dick, huh? ffffffffff-ugghhh you like that baby? You like being high in my ass?” Patrick’s body weight was completely on top of Ben, embracing him, dripping sweat and grunting in their missionary position. “Huh huh huh huh huh ooooohh fuckkk yeah, this sex is so fucking hot. Wanna do another round of that drink?” Wiping himself dry with a bath towel from the corner of the room, Mike said “Well I don’t know if you’d be down, but we could potentially expand our session a bit and see who else is out there. Don’t get me wrong I think what we’ve got going on is hot and we don’t need to do anything that we aren’t already enjoying. But how are you feeling about exploring some more?” “Like a foursome?” “Like anything we want to do honestly, we love group fucking whenever we can, and I think you’re kinda piggish like us” Ben answered with encouragement, smiling from the notion that appeared groundbreaking to Patrick. “I’m so down, there’s so many guys in this neighborhood, but the only thing is that it's pretty late to start a hookup, right? Its going on 4am.” Scrolling through his phone, Mike said “We’ve got a friend our age we’ve known for a long time, we were chatting earlier and he hosts. Super sweet guy. Check out this guy’s profile, what do you think?” Passing over the phone, Patrick was amazed to find the same guy that he was looking at just days ago. Going through the public photos, Patrick completely recognized this profile with the emojis. “I’ve never messaged him but he looks hot, what is he into?” “He’s very verse, great kisser, and loves to have his ass fisted depending on the night”. Give me your BBRT profile name and I’ll tell him to unlock for you. Is that cool?” Mike asked. “Yeah if you could that would be awesome” “He’ll send more pics in a sec. I’m messaging him now, his name’s Christopher. He does live in midtown but has a fantastic apartment on the west side, high in the clouds.” Patrick was getting super excited about continuing with Ben and Mike and getting to try yet another flavor tonight. Patrick couldn’t even think about going home yet being so horned up. “Check your messages, he says hi to you” “Opening his phone, he saw about a half a dozen unread messages, but the last 2 were unlocked pics from Christopher and a note with “hey ;) “ in the subject line. Upon opening his unlocked account, Christopher appeared to actually have a really handsome appearance. He had a beard and a good mixture of self pics and pics from his own conquests. He wasn’t handsome, he was hot with a good set of shoulders and arms, and a big swaying set of balls dangling nice and low. “Fuck he’s hot you guys” “Yeah we think so too, he’s also very generous with his supplies and likes getting his boys fucked up. I think you’d hit it off” said Ben. “He’s saying we’re still welcome to come over and he wants to meet you Patrick.” Patrick was responding back to his private message from Christopher to make an introduction. He wrote… “I’m Patrick, how’s your night? Been having a good time hanging out with Ben and Mike up here in Harlem” Pressing send, Patrick looked up to Mike and Ben who were looking at him for clarity on next steps. “I’d be down to go to his place, but its up to you two what you guys wanna do. I wanna see where our night takes us and keep exploring with you guys.” “You’re gonna like Christopher, he’s a good guy to party with” said Mike. “That also means that you’d Mike and I would be going a bit deeper with the Christopher, that’s just how the three of us have vibed for the last decade. We’d all let you figure out how much farther you wanna keep trying new things, we don’t wanna scare ya, you know?” said Ben. “I see, no I really appreciate you looking out for me. I think I’ll see once I’m there but if he has more G than I can definitely do some of that, and just see how it goes, if that’s not too weird?” “We’ll bring some supplies to contribute, don’t you worry kiddo, you’re gonna have a good time no matter what” said Mike Pulling some clothes together, Ben said “Let’s get ready to leave for Christopher’s, the car is gonna get here in about 7 minutes”.

Yes my top daddy has told me about half piss and half water. He Also mentioned about pissing in a beer bottle with beer and doing it tht way. His piss is strong most times but he's a man so I wouldn't expect less. It's a struggle bc I want to please him and that's something that turns him on

i feed them the old line "just the tip, just for a minute". they really do fall for it every time.

I was trained by starting off by drinking it diluted … half water and half piss… then working up to full strength. You might try seeing how much piss vs water you can take at first and then work up from that. To be honest, it didn’t take me long to work up to 100% piss as the taste and thought of servicing my Daddy as a urinal increased my craving for piss. You also need to take into account how strong his piss is… beer piss vs morning piss when first starting out on urinal training.

Part 10 - Kovalek's Covern The sun was beating down on James who walked chatting casually with Marcin along the drive and to the front of the imposing mansion. Immediately he could see what Marcin meant when they spoke the previous day about it needing a lot of work done. From the gates it looked perfect but up close there was a lot of imperfections that had appeared over time and needed fixing. Marcin opened the large wooden doors letting light flood in to the grand entrance, stepping inside James stopped and muttered the word wow, his eyes drawn immediately to the large sweeping staircase that rose two floors above them. "Marcin this is amazing!" James enthused standing there and taking it all in. Marcin stood by him placing a hand on his shoulder "Wait until you see the rest of it" he said. James nodded "Thank you for letting me see inside here" he said reiterating his thanks. "Well you are the first person I have got to know here" Marcin replied like it was nothing. James glanced and smiled at him "So where do we start then?" he asked rubbing his hands together. Marcin chuckled "It is a hot day. Kitchen and we can have a soft drink, you like blackcurrant?". "Who doesn't, always drank it is a kid" James remarked following Marcin around the staircase. His eyes were trying to take it all in as they went through a door and down a long hallway and into the large kitchen. It never dawned on James how dark it was inside the mansion since he was too busy looking at everything and now he was inspecting the kitchen. "Do you cook as well?" James asked noticing the abundance of fresh vegetables and herbs. Marcin picked up two glasses "Yes I do. Mostly dinner for one, I like healthy foods" he replied. James nodded “Does the owner not stay here then?” he now asked curiously. “He comes and goes. Always busy so rarely here for meals” Marcin replied. During their conversation whilst James had his attention drawn elsewhere Marcin poured cordial from one bottle into a glass then poured a different cordial mixture in to the other glass and filled them up. Deliberately leaving his glass on the counter he walked over and handed the other one to James. "Homemade cordial" Marcin said, "I make my own from fresh blackcurrants" he added. James took a sip then looked at the glass "Does it have herbs in it?" he asked. Marcin wagged a finger at him laughing "I can't tell you, it is a family secret. But yes". James chuckled taking another sip "It is really refreshing and very fresh tasting" he said. Marcin picked up his glass and drank "Glad you like it. Maybe I will show you how to make it". "Thank you Marcin" James said smiling clinking his glass with Marcin's and drinking. "You are welcome to stay for dinner" Marcin said casually, "You look like you eat healthy food". James nodded "I do and I go to the gym a lot" he said, "I hate going out drinking alcohol". Marcin laughed and clinked his glass with him again "Bring your drink and we start on the boxes". James followed Marcin in to the large dining room just off the kitchen where numerous boxes were lined up on the table. Most of the boxes contained all sorts of tableware that with Marcin's help James unpacked and placed them in the allocated spaces in the large serving sideboard. Marcin opened the shutters and large doors that lead out to the rear of the estate letting in some much needed fresh air and light. James stopped and picked up his glass standing at the doors drinking, Marcin watched him like a hawk for a few moments then unpacked the last box. James bathed in the late afternoon sun enjoying the warmth and feeling like he had no care in the world, in fact he had never felt so good inside. Dressed only in his shorts now since taking his t-shirt off Marcin kept looking over admiring the young body that was very gym fit. He walked over to James "Maybe you should take me to where you get so fit" Marcin said. James smiled "Of course" he said in a very relaxed tone, "I run and have some weights at home". "I would love to get a body like yours" Marcin added whilst watching James's reactions. James giggled softly "I think I need to use the bathroom if I may" he said. Marcin smiled and looked down at the growing wet patch on James's shorts, he looked up at him and he was oblivious to the fact he was urinating already. The herbs in his body were working most efficiently he thought, the cordial was a different one with just enough mind confusing, blood cleansing and muscle relaxant. Not enough to incapacitate but just a hint to ensure his body would be fully relaxed for a few hours until darkness fell. James leaned back against the brick wall giggling like a silly child and felt the growing wet patch on his shorts, the shock bringing him back to some sense. "I am so sorry what have I done?" James asked looking down but still smiling. Marcin laughed "Probably not use to the herbs in the cordial" he responded. James leaned forward wobbling on his legs "I need the bathroom" he said holding on to Marcin. "Come on I will take you to the bathroom" Marcin said kindly. Climbing the stairs with James holding on they went up to the second floor and down the long hallway to the bathroom. Marcin didn't want to get one of the other bathrooms dirty and knew it was a gamble but he could easily overpower James if need be. Walking inside James was more focused on himself and ignored the fact that a human cage was suspended over the bath and it contained an unconscious young lad. James sat on the toilet pulling his shorts down, the smell of his concentrated urine hitting his nostrils making him gag. He had never smelt urine as strong as this and his white underwear was stained dark yellow. Marcin knelt in front and smiled apologising again about the herbs as he removed the underwear and let James sit there urinating in to the toilet. His eyes wondering over the human cage and he giggled pointing at it asking what it was. Marcin turned his head and looked and in a split decision he switched tactics. He stood and locked the bathroom door then walked over lowering the cage to the floor and opening it. He lifted the Finlay out laying him on the floor, quickly he retrieved the iron collar, cuffs and ankle restraints securing them on Finlay then lifted him placing him in the deep bath. Marcin walked over to James and removed his trainers, socks and t-shirt. He then grabbed James under his shoulders telling him to hold on, James giggled feeling himself being lifted and partly dragged across the bathroom. Marcin giggled along and chatted making it sound more like a game. In his slightly confused state James was ready and up for the challenge as he happily followed Marcin's instructions, placing his legs and arms in the correct parts. Marcin closed the front part of the cage and James watched, like magic each clasped closed at the same time. James looked up and somehow he knew this was no game and he began panicking. "Let me out!" James said looking at Marcin who just smiled at him, “Enough, please let me out”. Marcin tutted "I can't James, you know Connor and my master wants you" he replied standing up. James swore at him then shouted "Let me out or else!" his words making Marcin laugh. "Be a good boy and keep quiet or I force this down you" Marcin said waving a small bottle at him. "Marcin please let me out" James pleaded trying to be more reasonable. Marcin nodded "When it is time for dinner I will fetch you" he replied. James watched Marcin move then hear the chains on the pulley rattling away, his head halfway between panic and fun as he began to feel confused again. In his vision he began to see where the ceiling met the wall as the cage was hoisted to vertical, more and more of the wall then he felt his legs taking the weight of his suspension as the cage rose off the floor. The metal cage fitted so tightly that he had no room to move a single part of his body, the cold iron pressed against his cheeks across his upper lip and under his chin. Higher up he went until Marcin pushed the cage over the bath. "If you make any noise I will return" Marcin said looking up, "And trust me you don't want that". James struggled to speak "Marcin please don't do this" he managed to say as the cage slowly turned. Marcin unlocked the bathroom door and left leaving James alone suspended in the cage above Finlay and the bath. He tried to push his body forward using all his strength and could only manage to move his chest forward a tiny bit. The iron bars pressed tight up against his body in all directions, his arms and legs in their own cages that extended out from the body and head part. The cage turned slowly and with the dancing rays of sun that managed to enter the bathroom he caught sight of himself in the large mirror. He saw a crude yet effective cage encasing him, it was enough to make him panic in terror at the sight. A tear trickled down his face as fear now sank in amongst all his mildly confused thoughts, steady drops of urine escaping out of his cock, his bladder so relaxed from the herbs that he was unable to retain any control over it. The deathly silence of the darkened bathroom only added to the horror he was beginning to feel, his future hanging from the bathroom ceiling. He managed to cobble together some normal thoughts in his head and remembering Christian and Tomas warning to be careful. James realised that Marcin had only shown a lot more interest when he mentioned Connor. Small amber rays of light danced on the wall as the sun sank lower in the sky, he tried to fight it off but tiredness washed over him and he closed his eyes hoping that he would wake up and be in his bed at home as that this was all a nightmare. A lovely summer evening breeze was billowing against the linen window coverings in the dining room, Marcin was actually beginning to like it here as it seemed to peaceful. He finished polishing the table and laying it for dinner. The seat at the end by the door for the guest and the one at the opposite end by the window for his master. Marcin went to the guest seat and dabbed a little oil on the hinges of the wide iron restraints making sure they were in perfect working order. The doors to the dining room opened and Gregor stood there. "Marcin" Gregor said entering, "Is it me or do I sense two bodies in the house?" he asked. "Yes master" Marcin replied, "The boy and also James, the close friend of the pure blood". Gregor smiled "Then do not keep our guest waiting Marcin. Fetch and make him presentable". Marcin bowed "And what of the other, Finlay?" he asked. "You may bring him to my bedroom later" Gregor confirmed, "Tonight we gain new family members". Marcin bowed his head and left the dining room as Gregor picked up a gold wine goblet from the guests table setting, piercing his finger he filled the goblet with roughly two mouthfuls of his blood. He then sat in his seat looking at the guest seat down the opposite end and to wait for Marcin to return with James. He was unsure how long he had been here after falling asleep, darkness had fallen since the bathroom wall no longer showed the amber rays of the sun outside. He could hear strange murmurings under him which he knew belonged the young lad who was in the cage before he was put in it. His body ached and his legs and arms felt numb from their restricted movement as the bathroom door unlocked and Marcin walked in turning on the light that cast a very dim glow. James watched him hang black trousers and a white shirt of the back of the door then he moved across the room. James heard the chains moving and he felt the cage swinging over then being lowered to the floor, he felt some relief as the weight of his body suspended in this contraption eased. Marcin moved his hand over the part of the cage and the clasps began to spring open all around, his instinct was to survive now his thoughts had cleared but his body was too numb to make any surprise attack. "It is not worth trying to escape, you will not get past the doors" Marcin said smiling at him. James moaned and managed to lift his arm "What are you doing to me?" he asked looking frightened. "Our master is waiting. Shower then dress" Marcin demanded pulling him out of the cage. "Our master?" James questioned slightly slurring his words. Marcin smiled "Yes. Tonight you enter our family and exist to serve our master" he replied. Marcin partly dragged him to the shower cubicle pushing him inside then turning on the water. James suddenly began to feel stronger and managed to stand up letting the hot water run over his aching limbs. He kept thinking about what Marcin had told him, yet he was unsure what it actually meant. Marcin stood there watching him like a hawk then handed a towel to him when he had finished, never once did he move from the spot as he handed him the clothes. James put the silk shirt on that felt amazing against his skin. Satisfied with his appearance Marcin nodded "Follow me" he said walking towards the door. James followed and watch Marcin lock the door "I could easily out run you" he said feeling strong. Marcin turned his head and smiled "You would never be able to find the door" he said cryptically. James scoffed "So did you hide the door then?" he asked following Marcin to the staircase. Marcin laughed "There is no need for such measures" he replied, "But I would not try it as it would be unpleasant". They walked down the grand staircase and Marcin stepped on to the entrance hall floor, James stopped at the bottom step and looked at him. Marcin grinned telling him if he walked he would be fine, but to run his legs will become heavy and he will get disorientated quickly. James wondered for a moment if he was joking and he looked towards the front door that was still there. Marcin walked off towards the dining room doors and James glanced at the front door again then stepped on to the marble tiled floor. Nothing, he felt nothing and decided to quick step it to the front doors. He could hear Marcin laugh, James only managed three steps forward before he his legs began to feel heavy and he couldn't lift them. He giggled forgetting what he was doing then looked bewildered wondering where he was going, his head began hurting and filling with so many confused ideas that he just fell to his knees holding his head in pain. Marcin walked over and tapped him on the shoulder breaking the curse. "I did warn you" Marcin said helping him up to his feet, "Our master is waiting on your presence". Marcin opened the dining room doors and James walked inside "Who are you?" he asked sizing him up. Gregor stood "Welcome James, I am Gregor Kovalek" he replied. "Gregor Kovalek" James muttered then it hit him, "Oh shit!" he said hearing the doors close. "Not how I would have put it" Gregor said, "You are my guest so please sit down". Marcin held the chair out and James stood there "Sit now!" Marcin demanded. "No!" James responded as Gregor moved round the table towards him and catching his eyes. James nodded sitting "That's better" Gregor said as Marcin secured him to the seat. James shook his head "What do you want from me?" he asked sounding scared. Gregor sat staring at him then smiled "You are a very important link to someone I need" he replied. "Connor" James said softly and Gregor nodded, "I do not know where he is. So let me go". "I cannot do that" Gregor responded, "With you here I know Connor will come quickly". "I will not help you" James said in a very adamant tone, "I would rather die than help you". Gregor smiled "There is no need James. You will receive eternal life like Marcin here. Live to serve only me". James looked at Marcin who smiled "I am over 100 years old" he told him. "I will take my own life than help you" James said getting angry. Gregor laughed "Such brave words from a mere mortal who is weak" he said then smiled again at him. "Never" James replied staring at Gregor and his strange resemblance to Connor. "You are in no position to refuse James" Gregor told him, "You being here has already sealed your fate". Gregor looked over to Marcin who nodded "Now we can do this the easy or hard way" Gregor told him. James looked at Marcin picking up the gold goblet "You will drink and join us. Enjoy eternal life" Gregor said. James moved his head away "No!" he shouted closing his mouth whilst Gregor laughed. "Drink and it will be over with quickly" Gregor said moving around so he stood in front of him. James kept moving his head away pushing against the restraints holding him in the seat. Suddenly he felt Marcin gripping his chin squeezing his mouth open, his eyes full of terror knowing he could only resist so much before the inevitable happened. James fought against him but his head was pushed back. Marcin held the goblet over his mouth and Gregor leaned closer staring in his eyes until he found the path open in to his mind "From the ancient goblet of our forefathers the blood of your master pass your lips" Gregor said and Marcin tipped a few drops in to his open mouth that James could not fight the thoughts being burrowed in to his head telling him to swallow so he did. "A life of service is cursed in to your soul, for you shall no longer age and live an eternal life in service and protection to your master" Gregor said and looked at Marcin nodding. Marcin poured the blood from the goblet and James cried out seeing the bright red liquid fall into his mouth, he closed his eyes and the natural reaction to swallow happened. James coughed as more blood was poured into his mouth that he swallowed. Marcin released the painful grip on his chin and smiled down at him. "Well done James" Gregor said politely applauding him then returning to his seat. James moved his head forward gagging at the disgusting coppery taste "I will kill you" he said. Gregor and Marcin laughed "Do you feel me inside you James? Taking over your body and soul?" Gregor asked. James smirked about to answer then he felt the first excruciating pain in his stomach, he screamed as the pain intensified like long needles being pushed in to his stomach rapidly. James cried out over and over as it began spreading up through his body so quickly that his reactions were left behind. His body agitated and fighting against the restraints. He screams filled the air in the dining room as the pain intensified and began throbbing in his veins. In his neck he felt the throbbing pain of needles pricking him in a warm rush as Kovalek's blood moved upwards into his head seeping through to his brain. His body pushed up and he went silent, his head fell forward. His brown eyes turned black briefly before they began turning dark blue and getting lighter with his body transforming. His eyes now the familiar stark icy blue colour as the curse completed taking over his body. James moaned and Marcin lifted his head checking his eyes, he looked over to Gregor and nodded. "Who are you?" Gregor called out from the other end of the table. James lifted his head looking at Gregor "I am James" he replied in a delirious state. "Who am I?" Gregor now asked, "What am I to you?". "You are my master. I live to serve and protect you for eternity" James said. Gregor smiled and looked at Marcin "You can release him, take good care of him" he said. Marcin nodded "Of course master, I have longed so much for someone else to help me" he replied. Gregor stood "Put him to use and bring Finlay to me" he said. Marcin nodded as Gregor walked up to James and stared in to his eyes "I understand master". "James" Marcin called out and he turned to look at him, "Help me fetch the boy for our master". James nodded "Of course sir". "James you will let the boy drink your blood when he is ready" Gregor commanded. James bowed "As you wish master". Gregor smiled watching the two of them walking ahead of him up the stairs. He was pleased with Marcin getting James, now though he focused on Finlay who would be the start of his ring of night time protectors. His thought instantly going to Christian who was prime for the taking as well. Marcin and James walked in to the bathroom and could hear Finlay banging against the side of the bath and crying for help. He had no idea how he had ended up like this, the last thing he remembered was having sex with the tall stranger whilst Kirk watched on. When the dim light went on he pleaded for help hoping someone was coming to let him go. He looked up at the two young men recognising Marcin who reached down releasing him from his restraints. Finlay still felt like his memory was clouded and couldn’t make a lot of sense of things. "What is going on?" Finlay asked being helped to his feet by James, "Who are you?". James looked at him then Marcin "He is James, you like him?" Marcin asked. Finlay looked between them for a moment "Where is Kirk?" he asked, "Why am I tied up?". "Gregor did not want you to leave" Marcin replied, "He likes you". Finlay stepped out of the bath "But where is Kirk?" he asked again. "He went home" Marcin told him, "Shower and then we take you to Gregor" he said. Finlay under the confused effects of the cordial complied getting in the shower where James washed him down and Marcin dried him, all the time Finlay stayed quiet, he was trying to figure things out but found it was all jumbled in head. He couldn't put anything in order as he tried to remember coming here, he knew he had sex earlier and arrived with Kirk but he couldn't put it in the order of things happening. Finlay was taken down to the first floor and along the hallway "Is Gregor here?" he asked. "Yes" Marcin replied, "He is waiting for you. He was so pleased with you last time" he said. Finlay looked at Marcin with a bewildered look "I can't remember much. I must call my parents". "You can do that later" Marcin told him. "Where are my things?" Finlay asked. Marcin nodded the knocked on the door "Later Finlay" he said assuring him. James opened the door "Ah Finlay you are finally awake!" Gregor said smiling, "Come in". Finlay began to get things straight in his head and marched in to Gregor like he meant business. Gregor stared in to his eyes and his body relaxed. Finlay smiled and kissed him softly as Gregor wrapped his arms around him lifting him with such ease and strength. Forgetting everything since only Gregor mattered now he was taken over to the bed. Within minutes they were naked and Gregor was between his legs nudging his nine inch cock against Finlay’s arse until his hole stretched open allowing him inside. He moaned loudly holding on to Gregor, his body chilling in that familiar sensual way until Gregor had penetrated to him balls. With slow deliberate thrusts he began to copulate again with this young lad, only now he could smell traces of himself inside Finlay's body. Gregor lifted his head looking down at his enjoyment of copulating with him. Finlay's hands roamed all over Gregor's body and grabbing his arse cheeks pulling him deeper inside. Gregor smiled down "Tonight Finlay you will join me for eternity" he said in a seductive tone. Finlay moaned and leaned up to kiss him "I want to be with you forever" he responded between moans. Gregor kissed him "I will drink your blood then you will take mine” he said softly. “I understand” Finlay replied enticed and full seduced by him. “Good” Gregor said kissing him again, “Then you drink the blood of James to complete our joining" he said. Finlay nodded, his eyes staring up in to the icy blue of Gregor's. He could feel his orgasm already approaching and he lowered himself on top of Finlay wrapping his arms around his body, kissing him and moving slowly down to his chin, then under it and over to the left side of his neck. He could almost taste his blood already that was having a profound effect on his fangs and saliva that was oozing from the tips of them. He managed to kiss and lick at the spot directly over the artery, his balls tightened quickly and Gregor thrusted his hips down hard. Finlay cried out and his head raised up, Gregor threw his head forward hitting the spot directly, his fangs piercing through the young skin and sinking all the way through to his carotid artery. Finlay snapped his eyes open wide shrieking as he felt the sharp pain of the fangs sinking in to his neck, his hands went to punch Gregor's back instead they landed softly pulling him closer, his legs wrapped around Gregor's waist squeezing him hard. His body over flowed in the weirdest erotic sensation that he ejaculated twice in rapid succession. Gregor sucked then lifted his head running his tongue over the bite sealing the artery yet leaving the two red bite marks on his neck. Gregor looked down at Finlay who had a smile on his face, in a split second he began moaning softly, his whole body began sensitive to any touch . His journey to join Kovalek was now beginning to prepare his body. Finlay blinked "Do that again, it felt wonderful" he said softly reaching up to kiss him. Gregor laughed "We can do this for eternity do not worry" he said soothingly. Finlay smiled again looking completely content and highly aroused, Gregor's cock still impaled in to the young lads body he knelt up and slit the palm of his hand and stared in to Finlay's eyes until he had control of his mind then reciting the curse "Bad blood of Christ be gone with my blood" he said allowing his blood to drip into Finlay's mouth that he swallowed. "Drops of blood will bring darkness, and darkness shall then own your soul" he recited dripping more blood in to his mouth. "To be accursed stalking in darkness, afraid by your fellow man. Let the blood pass your lips and render you as thy servant and a servant of the night" he said squeezing his palm allowing a stream of blood to fall in to Finlay's open mouth that he swallowed. Gregor pulled his cock out gently and Finlay raised his head then bent over holding his stomach for a few moments gasping for breath. His body twisted then his agonising scream filled the room as Gregor watched smiling, he summoned James in to the room. James walked over to the bed looking at Finlay wondering what was happening to him. As quick as it started it finished and Finlay knelt up stretching his neck side to side and crying in pain, he felt terror at what happened as he looked at Gregor, his brown eyes now jet black began transitioning to a deep blue from the outer iris in, every few seconds the shade getting lighter and lighter until they changed to icy blue. Gregor stepped forward running his hand down Finlay's face "How do you feel?" he asked. Finlay looked at him "Amazing" he replied in a velvet soft tone. "You must drink some blood and complete your place at my side" Gregor said bringing James closer. James got on the bed and put his arms around Finlay moving his neck to the side. Without any hesitation Finlay moved his head over the exposed neck, strangely his senses changed and he could smell his blood. He whimpered feeling his canine teeth pushing out of his gums in to sharp pointed fangs. He lifted his head and they began shrinking back to normal, James moved his head upright looking at him and wondering what he was waiting for. Their eyes met and Finlay initiated a kiss with him, subtly he kissed his top lip then bottom. Inside James fought against it knowing he was straight yet there was nothing he could do to resist the urge. His arms tightened around Finlay's body pulling them chest to chest, now James returned the kiss going directly to the mouth and slipping a little tongue in the process. Finlay smiled and kissed him back as his hand slipped lower touching James's semi erection. James knew his duty tonight and pulled out of the kiss tilting his neck again to the side letting Finlay kiss across until his nose ran over the target. His nostrils flared and fangs extended out from under his top lip, he bit down hard striking James in the artery, they fell back on the bed where Finlay trapped James and began sucking harder and harder. Gregor moved over pulling Finlay off making him turn towards Gregor hissing at the interruption of his feeding. He stared hard in to Finlay's eyes and he eventually cowered off to the top of the bed looking ashamed. Gregor pulled James up and sealed his artery lapping up the spilt blood. Finlay rolled over collapsing on the bed with his chest heaving up and down in a possessed manner, his transformation moving in to the final stages was now complete. With no recollection of who he was or what his life had been, it was like he had just been born with a blank memory and ready to learn. He knew he had power and strength in his body like it had always been there for eternity. Marcin walked in and gave James a drink to speed up the replenishing of his blood. By 4am Gregor and Finlay retired to the basement sharing the crypt. Marcin and James would provide necessary feeding for Gregor and Finlay for a few days until they could find some victims for them both to consume. The following day James cleaned up the bathroom and the smell of the urine from himself and Finlay preparing it for their next victim who wouldn't be so lucky with two vampires to feed. Marcin entered the bathroom handing James his phone "Your calling machine made a noise" he said. James looked at it "I have a text from Connor" he said standing up. "Master will be very interested. What does the pure blood say?" Marcin asked. He watched James work the phone "Hi James, everything alright, are you keeping safe?" James said. "Inform him and ask where he is" Marcin said. James replied saying he was fine and staying inside during hours of darkness. In his reply he asked if Connor was safe and where he was hiding out and when he might return as he was worried. Connor sat there looking at the text smiling and replied that he was in Svalbard but not sure of when they would be leaving, he also said that he and Christian were sort of together now but he still goes on long afternoon walks with Tomas. James grinned and showed Connor's reply to Marcin. "Where is this?" Marcin asked. "An island in the far north off Norway" James replied, "They call it land of the midnight sun". Marcin looked at him "Is this the place of perpetual daylight?" he asked and James nodded. "We talk to Gregor tonight. The prophecy is coming true, he is chasing daylight" Marcin said. James looked at him "Is this dangerous to our master and us?" he asked. Marcin nodded "We must stop it and get the pure blood here" he replied looking worried. That evening Gregor and Finlay sat at the dining table listening to Marcin and James. After a lengthy discussion and explanation to Gregor what the machine was that James held in his hand it was Finlay who suggested James took a selfie with Marcin and send it to Connor. Gregor laughed and agreed knowing it would be enough to freak the pure blood out and bring him here. Yet he was completely intrigued how this small machine James held meant he could communicate with the pure blood in voice, writing and picture. Gregor appeared quite relaxed knowing that James had the means to get Connor here, he even showed Gregor that he could pin point Connor's location despite being so far away. Christian rolled over falling in to Connor's arms. The last few days their bond had grown stronger and Christian was just Christian, back to his normal nerd guy self that Connor had secretly fallen in love with. Connor kissed him lovingly and pushed a finger up his bum telling him it was time to get up. Christian moaned and groaned watching Connor go in to the bathroom and shower. When they walked downstairs they saw Ivan going through his phone as Maksim, Maria, Evan and Tomas sat there watching him. "What is going on?" Connor asked grabbing some cups for Christian and himself. Ivan looked up "Two young men have gone missing close to Chalfont Fortis" he said. Connor sat down "Kovalek?" he asked and Evan looked at him and nodded. "Disappeared with no trace, phones are dead" Ivan said putting his phone down. Evan sat back in his chair "This is how it starts, people disappear in to thin air" he said. "We need to go there and face up to him" Maksim said as Maria looked anxiously at him. Christian looked around the table "This is not good is it?" he asked. All eyes went to Connor "It is time to formulate a plan to bring his downfall" Evan now said. The morning suddenly took on a more serious note and with Joshua and Benedict coming down later as they still had the effects of jetlag. The bodies around the table were talking throwing ideas. Maksim opened a small briefcase and took out a solid silver dagger that was adorned with the Berkhoff family coat of arms. They all noticed one other item that was like parchment but very old and tattered around the edges. "Is that it?" Christian asked, "The way to destroy Kovalek?". Maksim nodded "It is one way, but you have to be so close to be able to get it deep into his heart". "I could do that" Christian replied looking at him, "I can probably get close to him". "No!" Evan said putting his hand up, "If you are still under any control we will lose you". Christian huffed and sat back in his chair letting them talk on and on. So busy in their planning that he got up and walked outside feeling a warmer breeze today. Benedict watched him then stood up and walked out after him. "You can't solve all the problems and be a hero you know" Benedict said catching him up. "I wasn't after being made a saint or anything" Christian replied, "I want to do my part". "I know you do" Benedict said putting his arm around him, "You staying safe for Connor is best". Christian looked at him "I won't sit by and do nothing" he said, "I have been under his control". Benedict nodded "That is what worries everyone Christian. You are vulnerable to his control". Christian stared at him then nodded slowly "I still want to help destroy him" he stated. "Let the Berkhoff's deal with him" Benedict said then laughed trying to misdirect Christian. "What do you mean?" Christian asked picking up on his comment. "Sorry Christian" Benedict said holding his hand, "Please forget I said that. Please". Christian stood there defiantly "I promise I will tell you before anything happens" Benedict said. "Okay" Christian finally replied, "I don't want to lose Connor or his brothers though". Benedict nodded "Christian. You of all people know how dangerous he is" he said looking at him. "When this is over what will happen to us all?" Christian asked then paused, "That is if...". Benedict stopped him "Only think of the positive Christian" he assured him. "Will you go back to Argentina?" Christian asked, "Will we ever see you again?". "My home is there so yes" Benedict replied truthfully, "This though has complicated matters". "You mean meeting your real family?" Christian asked and he nodded. Benedict turned and hugged him "We will see each other that is for sure" he confirmed. Christian smiled giving Benedict a hug and they walked back inside the house where everyone around the table was still in conversation. They took their seats at the table when Connor's phone went off and picked it up and looked at message from James, he shouted no and stood up with the colour draining from his face.

The tabletennis plates at Tiergarten in Berlin are well visited - almost 100% bareback. The actions starts in the evening, when it's dark - ususally later than 10pm. What3words: ///section.dinner.eyelid

Last night…guy from Sniffies who’s into anonymous scene…told him my door would be unlocked and I’d be ass up naked and blindfolded…he asked if I took it raw…said yes…he was over in 15 minutes…fucked me good and loaded me up…pulled his pants up and walked out.

"Gay" is too nice and polite. I identify as QUEER (yes, all caps) because it's bold and in your face. Given today's political climate, a Stonewall2.0 might be imminent and being polite won't cut it!

Hot as Fuck!!!! Hope it gets more humiliating for him and also the smoke fetish develops as well as the chasing

I ambled up towards the Heath, not totally sure where I needed to aim for but knowing there would likely be someone there who could satisfy my need for a hard pounding. I hadn't planned on this so had no condoms and of course wasn't on PrEP anymore, but those thoughts barely made a dent in my determination to get fucked. I instead focused on trying to find where the action usually took place, and eventually I got lucky. In a secluded spot out of view of where others may be walking their dogs or jogging at this time of night, I found what I was looking for. A group of guys were standing around, some with their trousers down and all of them feeling or rubbing their crotches. I took a deep breath, and then approached. "Evening" said one of the guys. I just nodded in response. "What you here for?" asked another. I looked around them, took another deep breath, and then made my way over to a large log nearby. I undid my trousers, pushed them down, and then bent over the log with my arse facing the men. Within seconds I felt the first hand on my backside, gently fondling my buttcheeks through the fabric of my CK briefs. The wandering fingers then encountered the base of the plug, which I felt jiggle. "Got ourselves a live one here" said the man who was doing the touching. I didn't even glance back to see what he looked like, but instead reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my cigarettes and lighter. I plopped them on the log, fished one out and lit it. "You want fucked boy?" the man asked. "Yes" I replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke, trying to calm my beating heart. "Well alright then" he said, before gripping my underpants and pulling them down. He then pressed the plug into me a couple of times, causing me to groan, before gripping its base and pulling it out. "Guess we don't need to warm you up" he said, before I heard him shuffle his own trousers and pants down. The first touch of his cock on my ring elicited another moan of pleasure from me, before he pressed in and filled me to the hilt in one go. It felt so fucking good. "Oh yeah, nice arse" he grunted, before starting to slide in and out of me. His pace picked up quickly, and I was soon being slammed pretty hard just how I like it. God I had missed this. The fact I was smoking a cigarette while getting fucked for the first time in my life was also doing something to me, and a state of utter bliss took over my whole being. Added on to this was a bottle of poppers that was repeatedly pushed under my nose, and then eventually left on the log for me to use as I needed. In no time I was flying. The first guy had some stamina, but eventually I could feel and hear that he was approaching orgasm. His thrusts became more urgent, his breathing got faster, and then he slammed into me and spewed. "Take my fucking nut you cunt!" he shouted, as he unloaded into my satisfied hole. "Yeah, knock him up!" I heard one of the others say. I didn't know what that meant, and didn't get much time to consider it before my fucker pulled out and was replaced by one of the other men. His dick was thinner but longer, resulting in a fresh round of groans from me as he probed me deep. In time he too shot off, and someone else stepped up and took over. So it went on, as I descended into a complete haze as I was fucked over and over again by an increasingly large group of men. The nicotine from the cigarettes and the pungent aroma of the poppers really added to the effect. After some time in that position, I felt something new in my rectum as a guy slid in. Kind of painful, but also pretty exhilarating. I figured it was probably some kind of piercing, which was confirmed to me after he shot off, pulled out and then waddled round to the other side of the log to present his dick to me. As I said before, sucking cock was not really what I was about, but I had accepted that sometimes it was a means to an end if I wanted to get fucked. On this occasion, as a new guy who had slid into my arse got into a rhythm, I was kind of intrigued by the glinting of a big metal hoop through the end of the cock in front of my face, and therefore opened my mouth and allowed him to slip in for me to clean him off. A meaty cock, coated in cum, with a real metallic tang that seemed to be partly coming from the piercing but also from elsewhere. I realised it must be blood, probably mine. These guys were really doing a number on me. I don't know how long I was bent over leaning against that log, but by the time the group thinned out and there weren't any fresh takers for my rear end, the sky was starting to get lighter. I ached in places as I slowly stood up straight, and when I bent back over to pull up my trousers I found they were soaked in cum and possibly some piss. I had started to sober up a bit and realised that getting all the way back to Clapham in this state was not going to be pretty. "You got far to travel son?" asked the guy with the Prince Albert, who I now saw to be a middle-aged tattooed bear of a man wearing a leather harness and ripped jeans. He had stuck around all evening, with his cock either up my arse giving me several loads, or in my mouth and eventually down my throat. "Clapham" I replied. "Yikes" he said, "you'll get arrested getting on the tube like that." "Yeah" I sighed, wondering if I could find a way to get cleaned up a bit in the swimming ponds further down the heath. "Listen" he said, "me and my man here live just over there. Why don't you come back to ours and we'll get you cleaned up?" He gestured towards another guy who was dressed similarly, who nodded at me. "OK" I said, after a moment of looking between each of them. "That would be great."

8 loads and counting. Hooked up with a newly found regular of mine, 22 and super hot and his partner. They both took turns using me, thrilled when they saw I was already loaded, it drove them wild. 1.5 hours later, after being fisted by both of them and 3 loads, getting in the Uber feeling my hole leaking and the obvious smell of cum, heading to the next fuck

Fuckin hot

The smell of smegma turns me on.