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My journey: So my Dad and I had moved across state to a new parish as my father was a minster, it was left evening and I was in my bedroom getting my IT stuff all set up when I looked out of my window and to my shock I could see right into my neighbours bedroom and what a sight, there was a guy naked fucking the life out of a young guy doggie style, I couldn’t take my eyes off as this guy was smashing the young guy’s butt, I immediately sprung a boner as I watched I knew I shouldn’t but I was hooked. Then to my shock the guy fucking turned his head and waved at me, damn I’d been caught quickly dropping to the floor so he couldn’t see me. I pulled the blinds down and then did what any 18 year old had to do I dropped my pants and boxer and knocked one out, one of the most intense ejaculations I had ever had 😊. The next morning, I was eating breakfast with Dad when there was a knock at the door, my Dad answered the door and it was my neighbour shit this was going to be bad I thought. Dad came in and said Son this is Jon he’s a neighbour of ours, Dad offered Jon a coffee they started talking about normal crap then came a moment of panic when Jon asked Dad if I could give him a hand with some furniture moving, Dad said of course, thanks said Jon getting up Dad said come on Sam don’t keep Sam waiting. Once outside Jon said to me did you enjoy the show last night I squirmed and started to apologies, Jon said nothing to worry about I wont tell your Dad it’s our secret if your good!! We made it into his apartment and he was genuine about the furniture moving to my relief, once we had done I was heading out and Jon said hold on I have something for you I think you’ll like handing me a flash drive, I was later to find out it had a Trojan horse on it! I thanked him and left curious as to what was on it as any 18 year old would be. I waited for Dad to go to the church as soon as it was safe, I plugged the flash drive into my laptop and opened the file. Wow it was a video of Jon barebacking a twink I jumped on my bed quickly stripping and started wanking my cock, little did I know that Jon had control of my PC and was recording my every move until my cum erupted from my cock all over my chest and face. Wow that was intense!! Later on that day an email came through and it was Jon, then the penny dropped, as I opened the file it showed me watching him breeding the twink and me cumming all over myself. The email read, this will go nowhere if you do as I say if not its going to your Dad and will be posted to all your friends on social media, simple choice be over at mine at 8pm if your late it will be posted. Jon I had no choice, so I made a lame excuse to Dad and went over to Jon’s butterflies where tying my stomach in knots as I knock on his door. Jon opened in the door dressed in a robe as I entered, he said, pleased you could make it, you made the right choice, don’t worry your only here to watch Sam. As we walked into the main living room, I was greeted with the sight of a young black Twink who introduced himself as Leon. Sam, Leon and I are going to put on a web show tonight and you are our guest to watch live, I had a sense of relief. Come on Leon, Sam lets go and put on a show for our customers, we all made the way to Jon’s bedroom once inside Jon told me where to stand and disrobed damn he was hung and ripped, 200 pounds of pure muscle with a 9 inch fat cock and low hanging balls all hairless with a thick silver cock ring and I noticed a scorpion tattoo just above his cock. Leon quickly shed his clothes and was so petite 110 Lbs wet (not a single ounce of fat on him and completely hairless) in comparison to Jon, Leon’s cock was about the same size as Jon’s but looked bigger on his small frame, I was instantly hard. Jon said to me is all good if you need to knock one out Sam. I said no I’m good thanks. Jon, handed me a camera and said I could help with the filming, he also handed me a mask and told me to put it on to protect my identity, remember anything I say to you is not a request you know what will happen if you don’t I’ll press send and your photos will go viral 😊. With that Jon and Leon faced me and spoke whilst I was filming, Jon said guys this is Leon he’s here to give up his hole to my Poz seed, Leon are you excited, Leon said yes can’t you tell as he flicked his hard black cock for the camera, Jon told me to get close to Leon's cock and see the pre-cum oozing from his slit. Next Leon jumped on the bed and did a series of poses for the camera, my cock had never been so hard and a wet patch was showing through trackies. Leon then got on his knees and swallowed Jon’s cock all the way down his throat as Jon started face fucking him, this was quickly followed by the pair of them 69ing with Leon on top whilst Jon eat his hole slipping one, two then three fingers in and stretching him all the time little Leon was moaning in pleasure, finally saying please fuck me Jon I can’t wait any longer, Jon flipped Leon on his back and swallowed his cock whilst finger fucking his hot hole, soon enough Leon yelled I’m going to cum and I focused in on his cock in Jon’s mouth and could see the pulsing of his shaft as Leon ejaculated into Jon’s mouth. Jon quickly got Leon on his back exposing his twink boy hole and spat Leon’s cum on his hole, there you go cum lube Jon said as he lined up his hard throbbing cock and said tell me you want Daddy’s Poz cock to breed you Leon, YES, YES please fuck me, with that in one hard thrust the whole of Jon’s cock was balls deep and he started power fucking Leon’s hole as he moaned, they switched positions a number of times with Jon saying I’m close Leon tell me again what do you want, Leon said breed me seed me with you Poz cum fucking seed me deep. Jon then positioned Leon on all fours and slammed into his gapping boy hole and trust so hard and then said I cumming take in Boy and he breed Leon deep, almost on cue me cock lost control and I started cumming in my trackies. When Jon finally pulled his cum covered cock from Leon’s hole, he told Leon to push the cum out, the sight was amazing the contrast of white Poz cum against Leon’s black bubble but, Jon then licked up his cum and feed it with a passionate kiss into Leon’s mouth. Leon turned to the camera and said he’s had his first Poz seed and I think he’s hooked. Okay Sam you can switch off now which I did. Leon help clean up Sam he’s had an accident. Sam take the mask off now you don’t need it as Leon pulled down my trackies and licked up all the cum from my cock and legs all the time my cock was hard, he then swallow my cock down his throat the sensation was hard to describe and soon enough I could feel my balls tighten and the tingling sensation at the head of my Virgin cock and soon I started cumming into Leons mouth ropes and ropes of cum, when it finished Leon started kissing me and feeding me my salty pure cum. Excellent boys as I turned I could see Jon had the camera in hand nicely done that great footage. Jon said, see Sam nothing to be scared about and you know you loved it, now go home and I’ll be in contact soon. As soon as I got home I was relieved that Dad was out so I had a shower and logged onto my PC to find another email from Jon titled your journey is just starting, I opened the attached file which showed me in full face framed with my cock cumming in Leons mouth and the passionate kissing at the end, I was horrified but realised choices were no longer mine. My training The next day I woke to my Dad calling me so I rushed downstairs and Dad said there’s a friend of your at the door somebody called Leon, he also said how pleased he was that I had made new friends, I could feel my face redden as little did Dad know that the evening before I had cummed in Leons mouth and filmed him getting breed with Poz seed. Dad said Leon has asked if you could go over to his place while his parents are away and I said yes sure, so go and have fun. I invited Leon in and we went to my room and I asked him what was he thinking and Leon said he was under instructions from Jon now get a small bag to make it look legit we are expected at Jon’s, I did just that and we headed out the door and went round the back of Jon’s once inside Jon come on Sam you have a long day ahead. Jon led me by the hand and I was expecting to go to his bedroom instead he led us down into his basement, well basement it was more of a dungeon. Once inside he said come on boys strip and both Leon and I shed our clothes, I was the complete opposite to Leon so pale and were he said hairless I had a bush of pubic hair and a treasure trail. Okay Sam time to make you look the part, Jon raised my hand cuffed my wrist and attached to some pully’s and then raised me so I was on tip toes, okay you’re not going anywhere and by the looks of your ragging hard on you are just were you want to be Sam. As I hung there Leon set up camera all round and started filming. Okay Jon said we need to get all this nasty hair off your skinny twink body, Leon came over and started covering my pit and pubic hair in shaving foam then Jon started shaving me smooth, soon enough I was being washed down showing my hairless body, the monitors in the room showed every stroke of the razor. Okay lets do his bubble butt, I was lowered slightly then they attached ankle straps and then chains my legs where spread and I was lowered down and my wrist locked to floor hooks, as I looked up at the screen I could clearly see my pink rosebud on display, Jon then shaved any hair from my virgin boy hole, they next got some oil and oiled my slim body all over Leon was paying great attention to my cock and balls milking my cock as he went, at the same time I could feel Jon’s fingers pushing at my ring then slowly a finger went in the sensation was incredible as I was being finger fucked first one then two then three fingers stretching my hole, it was to much and my cock erupted the biggest orgasm of my life all over Leons face. Jon’s finger came out and he said that’s enough for now, and I knew that I wanted to be a bottom boy cum hound.

Not My Story, but it was improved by me Groped and Pozzed I am a 21 year old white bubble butt who is engaged to another 21 year old white guy. We have been dating since we were 19 and have fallen so deeply in love that we got engaged this January. Our relationship has been mostly perfect, however our sex life is bland. I am a submissive bottom, and he is a top, so things usually go smoothly, however he doesn't have as high of a libido as I do, and it makes it hard for me to be fully satisfied. Add this to the fact that I've always secretly considered cheating to be hot and you have a recipe for disaster. Me and my fiance usually go to a gay club every few weeks. Not to hook up with other guys or anything, but to just dance and drink and have fun with other gay couples. I've admittedly stared at some hot guys multiple times before, however my fiance doesn't ever notice. Yesterday we decided to go to the club, and I got ready. I was wearing these tight black gym shorts that were above my knee and showed off my round ass. My fiance liked the view and wore casual clothes. I was feeling risky and decided to go commando without telling him. I wore a t-shirt and that was it. We get to the club and it is going great. Every time I go to the club I get hit on at least once, so it wasn't a surprise when this big older guy started looking at me with a grin, and made suggestive comments. I politely told him off, but only because my fiance was with me. Throughout most of the night nothing happens. We have fun, drink, talk, and dance. Towards the end, we were out on the main floor and were dancing to whatever music was playing, when I felt a big hand squeeze my left cheek tightly. My fiance was several feet away and talking to someone else so he didn't notice. I turn my head to see a fit black guy groping my ass. He's wearing tight jeans and a tank top. I see a bulge form as he rubs his fingers in between my soft asscheeks. He slyly smiled at me and I nodded to let him know he could keep touching me. He moved closer behind me and tightly squeezed both of my cheeks. His grip was so strong that I had to regain my balance. I subtly moved a few feet away from my fiance so that he couldn't see anything happen. Soon enough I felt this guy's hand move to my waist, and I feel him force his hands inside the back of my shorts. I stay still as he cups my bare ass with his hands. He does this for a minute before pulling one of my cheeks to the side, and begins rubbing my asshole with his fingers. This made me grunt quietly, and I whispered to him if he knew anywhere private we could go. He said his car had tinted windows, and that we could go there. I agreed, and he pulled his hands out of my shorts. I walked up to my boyfriend and told him I was going to head to a shop down the street for a few minutes to grab a snack. I said goodbye and walked out front and then went behind the club where there was a parking lot. The guy came out not too far behind me and guided me to his sedan, which had almost black windows. He told me to get in the backseat, and I listened. He joined, before locking the door. He immediately took his shirt off, revealing his abs and 6 pack. He then took his pants off, revealing a huge, fully erect cock. I pulled my shorts off and began jerking him off. He moaned as I moved my hand up and down. I only did this for about 2 minutes, before he told me to lean back on the seat. I did as told and laid completely flat on my back, with my legs up to my shoulder revealing my ass to him. He grinned and began rubbing my asshole with his finger. I moaned and groaned as he rubbed around my hole, even pushing the tip in a few times. Soon though, he couldn't wait. He began lubing my ass up. It was happening. He covered my ass in lube, and asked me if he should wear a condom. I told him no, and he was pleased with that. He pulled my ass to the side a bit to provide himself a better angle from the small corner he was in, before he pulled his hard cock up, and kneeled right next to my asshole. He pressed his tip against my hole a few times, before he couldn't help himself and shoved his entire bare massive cock balls deep inside my tight asshole. We both moaned and groaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me, and squeals of pleasure came out of me as he slowly pulled himself mostly out and then all the way in again. We moaned together as he slowly thrusted in and out of my tight asshole, stretching me out with every push. I held my legs up with my hands, and watched as he pounded me with his thick cock on his knees. It was then that I noticed a small tattoo of a scorpion just above his crotch with a red “plus” sign. I felt like such a slut. We fucked for a good few minutes before he came inside me, filling me up with his warm sperm. I clenched my hole to not make a mess and pulled my pants up, got my shirt on, and left his car. I gave him a smile before I went back to the bar and greeted my fiance, with a stranger's semen deep inside me. He smiled at me and gave me a wink, He handed me his number and told me to let him know when I get his “gift”. I gave him a puzzled look. He then pointed at his tat and smiled. I got home and googled his tattoo, my cock instantly became hard, and for the first time in our relationship. I fucked my fiance. He saw me with a devilish look in my eyes. He never put up a fight. I slid my 5inch cock into his ass with relative ease. Something told me this was not his first time taking a cock ever let alone that day. I gave him 10 hard thrusts and pumped a 5-day load into his fucked ass. We both fell asleep, but he woke me up a little bit later standing naked holding two pieces of paper. He asked me if this guy fucked me? I nodded yes. I asked how he knew…because he fucked me too he said quietly. “You know he pozzed us” he said quietly. I again nodded, “yes”. And with that my fiance’s cock grew to his 7 inch to full mast. He pounced on me and shoved his cock in my already fucked hole. He did not last long flooding me with his still negative load. After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. There may be a part 2. Let me know what you like I love your hot feedback her and in my messages Joey

When I was released, Leon came over and I licked my cum from his face and then I kissed him sharing the sweet nectar. Jon then said to me how are you feeling Sam, horny was my response, what was I saying, excellent came the response from Jon. Let’s get a drink and we head off out of the basement. The three of us started talking about the plans for the afternoon and Jon asked me are you ready to accept your destiny and I said yes but I was a little scared, don’t be Leon said you will be free to fuck and breed and never wrap your cock in a nasty condom. Okay Jon said let’s get some sexy photos of you so our clients can get a preview, we will that our time until you can’t resit the thought of raw cocks breeding your Virgin boy pussy Sam. I think as a first Sam you should breed Leon would you boys like that and I lent in and gave Leon a Kiss, that’s a yes then Boys 😊 After a short break Jon said come on let’s have some fun and we headed back down my cock hard and bouncing with every step, Jon had me doing lots of posses as both he and Leon recorded and took stills, I was so horned up my cock seemed to be constantly leaking pre cum. Once finished, Jon said something missing a cock ring to really pull balls forward and make your cock throb, he got a half inch thick black rubber cock ring and tried to get it over my cock and balls but I was too hard. Leon go get some Ice, soon enough Leon was back with some ice and the cold made my cock deflate as quick as a flash the cock ring was stretched and pulled over once in place, I was instantly so hard I thought my cock would explode. Jon said Leon I don’t think Sam has time for foreplay. Jon told me I would be doing a quick introduction for the clients on camera just answer the questions boys. Okay and Jon started the Camera. Jon, So Sam is this your first time? Sam: Yes, I’m a Virgin Jon: Leon what do you want from Sam? Leon: I’m going to be his first and I want Sam to drain his balls with his fat long raw cock in my Boy pussy, Leon grabbed Sam’s cock and pulled it down hard it flicked straight back up. Jon: Sam, do you want to get fucked as well? Sam: Yes, I’m a little scared but I want to live free of condoms I want to be a Cumdump like Leon taking any cocks and cum on offer. Jon: Sam would you like to lose your cherry to a Positive cock? Sam: Yes, I know it’s my destiny to be seeded by Poz cocks and I want to partner Leon as a duo for Poz men. Jon: Sam, Leon hasn’t tested positive yet so do you want my Poz seed, its un-medicated with a really high Viral load so its sure to convert you? Sam: Yes, I would love that then both Leon and I would have the same DNA. Jon: Awesome let’s make a start boys.

My sump pump went out last night so I had to go to the hardware store this morning to purchase a new one. I was feeling really horny to get my lips around a nice hot cock so I pulled up Sniffies on my phone and headed to the hardware store. I sat in the parking lot and check the app but there wasn’t anyone super close to me, so I figured I’d go inside and shop some. As soon as I got inside, I decided to go straight back to the restroom and wait there. The bathroom is very cruisy and there’s definitely quite a bit of action that happens there so I patiently waited in my stall waiting for someone to come in and give me the sign. I wasn’t sitting there long when I saw a top on the Sniffies map, so I sent him a DM to see if he wanted sucked off. He replied in broken English but it was pretty clear he wanted to fuck. I told him exactly where I was and he was there in minutes. I heard the door open and he walked in and went directly to the stall next to me. Before he even sat down he said, “Sniffies?“ In a very heavy Mexican accent. I responded yes and right away I could hear him taking one leg of his pants off and almost instantly his two knees and his hard cock slid underneath the stall wall. His cock was a beautiful piece of meat, not super long maybe 5” but he had incredible girth and was uncut. His girth was easily double that of your average cock. His skin was a beautiful shade of brown, with large, pronounced veins, wrapping all the way around leading back to his muff of jet black pubic hair. I was wearing track pants so I easily took one leg out to expose myself. I got down on my knees and slid his fat cock in my mouth and started sucking him. He was already hard and ready to go so he stopped me after maybe 30 seconds and said that he wanted to fuck now. So I took his cock out of my mouth and tore open my little packet of Astro glide and laid on my back. I rolled my legs back and slid forward, presenting my lubed hole well under the stall wall. Within seconds I could feel the pressure on my hungry hole as he pushed it a few times to lube his cock. He popped in with one hard push and I could instantly feel his girth. he started thrusting away, and it felt fucking amazing! His fat cock was hitting my P spot absolutely perfectly with each stroke. He had been fucking me for a minute maybe a little longer and I started to shoot my load which got all over my T-shirt but I didn’t care. He must’ve felt me tighten up and heard my quiet moans because he started thrusting vigorously. Moments later, with a few hard slams, he emptied his load deep in my guts. He pulled out rather quickly, and I could feel him touching my whole fingers. He must’ve put a couple fingers in me. I’m not sure how many but more than one and I heard him start taking pictures. He said Gracias amigo, and with that he put the one leg of his pants back on because I could hear his belt jingling, and what seemed like seconds later, I heard the stall door open, and he left. I slid out from under the stall wall, and sat down on the toilet and debated if I wanted to push out his load or keep his DNA in me until I got home. I decided to keep it so I cleaned up and went on with my morning. I appreciate that you guys take the time to read about my experiences. I really do like sharing them.

**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 12 - Peter and Eric getting souvenirs In the morning, all four young men woke up from the bed in Peter and Eric's hotel room. There seemed to be dried sperm everywhere. Sam asked the Germans how they felt now. "Last night was the hottest I've ever lived. It was mind-blowing to see my boyfriend begging strangers to cum in his hole. I never realized how similar we are. We're a cumdump couple. I think collecting loads will be a joint task for both of us. We can encourage each other to be better holes for anyone who wants to. I realized at night that I love Peter more and more," confessed Eric. Peter and Eric kissed passionately and at the same time Eric rubbed Jonas' testicles and cock with his hand. Jonas's cock stood hard again and Eric guided it into his boyfriend's asshole. "So horny slut, beg for cum again. Last night I heard you begging. You know how to do it. You begged big, unknown, dirty cocks to squirt their seed deep into your hole. I didn't know what a submissive slut you are Peter," Eric said to his boyfriend. "Jonas, fuck me. Empty your balls into my hole. Seed me with fresh cum. Please," begged Peter. Jonas started fucking Peter in the missionary and Eric pushed his hard cock into Sam from behind. Again, the sounds of fucking and panting filled the hotel room. Every now and then Peter begged Jonas to inseminate him. After fucking, Sam went to work at the store, Jonas to school, and Peter and Eric to explore the city. During breakfast, Eric had found out where the cruising park Sam had mentioned the day before was located. The cruising area was located at the back of the park near the brick toilet building. Eric had read that gays also met each other in and behind the toilet. Eric led his boyfriend straight to the bathroom. There was a man standing on the urinal in the toilet, who looked untidy. Eric went to stand next to the man and dug his own cock out of his pants and flashed the man's organ at the same time. The man didn't piss but he gently stroked his cock and Eric did the same to his own cock. An approving sound came from the man's mouth and he turned more in Eric's direction. Eric grabbed the man's cock with his hand and jerked it a couple of times. The man's cock was also clearly unwashed. Eric smelled the strong odor coming from under the man's foreskin. Eric looked the man in the eyes and asked if he wanted to fuck. "Oh yes, I love young sluts," said the man. Eric beckoned Peter over and told him to drop his pants and show him his ass. Peter obeyed and bent forward revealing his Jock strapped young ass to the untidy man. Eric guided the man's cock towards Peter's hole. "Can I go unprotected," asked the man and licked his lips. "Beg," Eric ordered Peter. "Sir, fuck me with your bare cock. Seed me," begged Peter. The man immediately pushed himself balls deep into Peter's hole. "I love uninhibited bug boys. Where are you from?", the man asked Eric as he thrust his cock into Peter's hole again and again. "Well, from Germany, nice! Did you come here for some exciting souvenirs," continued, grinning at Eric. "Actually, I can offer you several," said the man, pulling away from Peter's ass. The man shoved his cock into his dirty briefs and pulled the zipper of his pants closed. He started for the door and told Eric and Peter that they should follow. The man walked through the park to the side of the soccer field. On the other side of the field was an area that looked like an abandoned industrial area. The man walked towards a building in very poor condition, the windows were broken and the walls were covered in graffiti. The man led the boys into the building and up the stairs to the basement floor. The building was dark and smelled bad. Finally they came to a larger room where a group of men were sitting on mattresses. The men were listening to the radio, smoking cigarettes and drinking something from a plastic canister. One of the men looked towards the door and asked who Jared had with him. "Here are two German young dumb bug collectors I found at the bus station cruise. The boys want to take home some really good souvenirs," laughed Jared. There was a roar among the men and the men began to jerk Peter and Eric in every direction. Very quickly, both boys were standing in the basement of an abandoned warehouse wearing nothing but socks and jockstraps. One of the men lifted a dirty and smelly mattress in the middle of the circle and the boys were pushed onto the mattress to lie on their stomachs. The boys could hear the men complimenting Jared on the catch. They say Jared always finds the best chasers. But never before have there been two so young, fresh and uncorrupted. Jared climbed on Peter's back and another man climbed on Eric's back. For the next few hours, the men took turns pumping the boys' holes. The men's animality and dirtiness was intoxicating to the boys. Both boys chanted continuously "Breed me", "make me pregnant", "fuck me", "seed me". Men yell "take my load slut", "innocent slut", "bug boy", " toxic load", " take my bug"... In the end, all the men's balls were completely drained. Both of the Germans had countless dirty loads inside them. The men lay lazily on the mattresses and praised the boys' asses as the boys got dressed. Someone shouted that the boys are welcome again if they want to secure their souvenirs. When the boys got out again, they were surprised that it was only midday. There hadn't been any daylight in the basement, so the passage of time had gone completely wrong for them.

He was definitely staring. Every booth in the arcade was full. Thanks to some stupid state law, likely meant to inhibit sex (ironic, Black's Beach was just south in La Jolla...), there were no doors or curtains and one could see many of the booths and their occupants. My pants were done up, but I was rubbing myself through my shorts...and he was staring. He had a casual look, leaning back in the darkness of the booth, I could catch bits of detail from the flashes of TV light. Short hair, salt and pepper, trimmed in beard and moustache, decently built, he looked like he was in his early fifties. And that stare. For the briefest moment...you know that moment, when the eyes meet yours for the first time and lock. You quickly looked away, didn't you? I did. But just like you did, I looked back a little later, just to see, right, to see if he was actually looking at me, was he? That stare. I was 18, fresh into school at Camp Pendleton, and the porn shop in Oceanside was a natural draw. There were plenty of places to buy skin mags but this was the only video arcade young Marines knew of, otherwise, in the early 90's, you had to get a room at the Miramar or one of the other hotels and suck up the stupid cost of a hotel porn film. No, this place was where you went to see the films and, as a young Midwestern 18 year old, first delved into the reality of your sexuality. It was a straight film I had up but now I could barely concentrate on Tom Byron blowing his load over Tori Wells' tight ass. He was still staring. And his hand was grazing across his crotch, his legs carelessly spread...was that his dick? Was he actually stroking? While he's staring at me? Is this guy gay? He chose that moment to leave his booth; he had to walk right past mine, I tried not to look but his eyes never left me and I could feel it. The state. As he passed by, his left hand 'casually' brushed the framing of my booth and a soft noise indicated he'd smacked the edge with a ring, not enough to be noticed...except by me. The sound of metal on wood caused me to look up. He was still staring at me and when I looked up and our eyes locked again, he motioned toward the store with a nod of his head and was gone. I sat there shocked. Had never experienced anything like this before. But when you know you're being scoped you KNOW, instinct tells you what experience can't and I knew. He wanted me to follow. Would I? I wasn't gay...but THAT wasn't really true either, was it? I'd played with things I could get up my butt as a kid, even a big black dildo, my mother's, from the time I'd hit puberty, certainly long enough to know I liked it. And there was that night in San Diego a few weeks earlier, and the two men who came to my tiny YMCA cubbyhole. But I wasn't gay, I had a girlfriend after all, and you couldn't have a girlfriend and be gay... But I felt I had to follow him, see where this went, so I got up and went for the door. And in the bright, harsh fluorescents, among Marines and others browsing and marvelling at the smut on display, there he was, looking at a dildo. A large one. And as if on cue, he casually looked across the wall in a way that naturally allowed him to see me coming out of the arcade. I stepped into the toy aisle and moved past him a bit. After a few moments I could feel him passing behind me and that was when reality hit. A whisper, barely audible, lost to the background and just for me. ”Outside, white Chevy, just get in," and again, gone. My heart raced. I was right. He was definitely staring at me,he was definitely hitting on me, he was definitely cruising me (though I had no idea of that term or it's meaning)...and I was now definitely walking out the door into the California sun, where, sure enough, he was behind the wheel of a white Chevrolet. Watching. I walked to the car and got in; without a word he pulled out and we were gone. It was that easy. As he pulled into traffic south toward Carlsbad, he rested his hand on my bare thigh and gave my leg a squeeze then left it there, chuckling quietly as he felt me tense up. "First time?" he said. It wasn't a question. He went on, not waiting for me to respond, "My name is Brad, it's nice to meet you..." he trailed off, expecting a response. "Jeff. I'm Jeff." I stuttered in response. It was about all I could say. My mouth was suddenly dry. "Well Jeff,it's nice to meet you. I think we'll have a good time this afternoon, yeah?” He chuckled again and his hand slid a bit further up my leg. "I'm positive. You'll remember this, you never forget your first time." All pretense was gone, the fingers drifted into the leg of my shorts as he drove "I love that I'm your first time. Heh, makes me a virgin killer I guess." 'How could he know?' I thought to myself. We rode the rest of the way making small talk, he danced on and off sexual questions as he got me loosened up, all the time that hand crept up my thigh bit by bit. He'd done this before. That became evident. And his casual questions, what you'd expect, the usual, worked to open me even more. How old I was, where I was from, did I have a girlfriend,had I ever been with a man, what did I like. The typical questions we ask a new partner. The questions that told him I was, in fact, a virgin to what he was offering. "Here we are Jeff, home sweet home.". A nice townhouse in Carlsbad. Where I grew up in one afternoon in 1992. to be continued...

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"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 other day I pulled into my local ABS prepared to submit my mouth to any strangers needing service. I was informed by the clerk that I was banned from the store (and it's sister store). The reason: I was too much of a cumpig. It was grossing people out when I licked cum off the floor or drank the cum from used condoms. Is it just me, or is it odd that people in a setting where virtually unlimited sex acts go on are grossed out when I eat some cum? Almost every person that walks in eats cum or has there cum eaten.

I recently moved away from my super conservative family for college, and it has been an incredibly liberating experience. I've been (and still am) closeted, and I'm just now feeling comfortable enough to start exploring some of my desires. I've started playing with toys, and have also started hooking up using apps. But this past weekend, I took my first understall load - it took me a while (and drink or two) to muster up the courage to do this, but I got on sniffies and went to a known bathroom cruising spot and managed to make it happen. When I got to the place, the sniffies app said there was already someone there, and when I went in, there was indeed someone already in a stall. I went into the stall next to them, and took my pants off and started slowly jerking myself. After a minute or so, the guy got down on his knees and slid his dick under the stall. It was a good size, good length and not too thick, with a nice upward curve. My heart was pounding at this point - was this really happening? I got down on my knees and put it in my mouth - slightly musky, but in a good way. I started sucking, getting his dick nice and slick, and after a bit of sucking, I was ready. I turned around, and guided his cock into my hole. The guy didn't last long - he probably fucked me for all of a minute before he came. But as he was cumming, he whispered "yeah take my load you fucking faggot" and that did things to me - I felt a tingle deep inside me (and I don't mean his cum flooding my hole 😂) and an incredible rush. I had never been called a faggot in this context before, and it felt electric. I'd never felt so alive before. It also just felt 'right' to me. I drove home rock hard and when I got home I jerked myself off to the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. Ever since then, I haven't been able to get that man's words out of my brain. I'm a fucking faggot, and I want men to cum in me. It's the only thing I think of now when I jerk off. Definitely going to be exploring these feelings more going forward

Once in Atlanta, a Top jacked me off into his palm when I was ass-up and then transferred the whole load straight to my ass. It wasn’t for lube, though - he’d already finished fucking. I think he just got off on the idea of breeding me with my own seed. I’ve gathered, frozen, and inserted my own on multiple occasions, but I usually don’t jack off with enough regularity to build up a frozen supply.

Great summation BootmanLA. I have had both Hep A and C over the years.. the Hep A came via contaminated shellfish.. and cleared after 3 weeks - no fatty foods or alcohol. The Hep C was contracted during a major overseas sex holiday (probably at Folsom in Berlin). Fortunately it was one of the weaker versions and it cleared spontaneously after two months. Frequent blood tests over the past 7 years have all came back negative. In short all gay guys who are going to be fuck-ing should be inoculated against both Hep A & B.

Chapter 10: The Eyes Over the course of the next few weeks, Jaysen had a number of further conversations with Dean and Joey in which he found out even more details about their experiences and what they had discovered. As Dean pointed out, now that Jaysen had made the breakthrough and joined the circle of those who could use the thought-speech, he could consider himself among those whom the mystery voice had characterized as “experiencing the next stage of the experiment.” Joey, for his part, reminded both of them of the part of that strange encounter which had most impressed him: the moment when the voice had told him to ask no questions of it, but to ask themselves. All three of them had now realized that this meant they had embarked on not just a fascinating research project but a voyage of self-discovery. What this self-discovery might uncover, of course, was variable for each of them. Jaysen may have had a higher degree of self-awareness than the other two, but he was not such a fool as to believe that he had reached some destination which they had not. It meant only that he had gotten a bit further in the process than Dean and Joey had yet done. They also had a get-together with Dayna, to share with her what they had found out and what they felt it might all mean. Dayna was mightily surprised to find out that the shallow, incoherent, incompetent drunk Jaysen (as she had thought of him) turned out to be articulate and thoughtful to a degree which she had never suspected. The discovery of his connection to the others and of the unexpected ability to speak his thoughts had changed him out of all measure. Nor were they the only ones to notice. Members of the country club certainly noticed that Jaysen was a changed man. The staff noticed even sooner. The dining room waiters talked amongst themselves about how much more polite and pleasant he had become, talking to them directly, and with a smile instead of his former surly monotone delivered into the tablecloth as he scowled down at the menu for the day. All of the serving staff commiserated with the bartender, whose tip income had taken a real nosedive. The new and more considerate Jaysen had even taken thought for that angle, though, and the next few times he brought business guests into the bar for drinks before dinner, he added an extra hundred dollars to the tip. The other noticeable change in Jaysen’s behaviour was out at the pool, where his black speedo had banished his former baggy shorts and he would now lie out there, sunning or swimming with Dean and/or Joey rather than sulking by himself. Members and staff alike speculated as to whether they were all playing or sleeping together, or (as one experienced waiter suggested) if they had perhaps formed a triad relationship. The answer to that last one, as it happened, was a “no.” Dayna had actually come right out and asked that question the second time she met Jaysen with the boys. Dean and Joey looked at each other, not quite sure how to answer that question. They had continued playing around with Jaysen on occasion, but neither was sure if he or they wished to go further. To their relief, Jaysen laughed. “We’ve had some fun times together, but making it permanent? Not a chance. You don’t know what isolation feels like until these two have drifted off into their own private little world of luuuve and left you high and dry.” The laughter took any sting out of the words, and Dean and Joey were quick to pick up the laugh, even if it was pointed at them. Dayna had wrinkled her nose up a bit. “Oh, god, Jaysen, too much information.” “Shouldn’t ask if you aren’t prepared to hear.” That made Dayna laugh too. But then she got a bit more serious. “Guys, there’s something I want to let you know about. There’s this man who’s been around the club a lot lately, and whenever I see him – but especially when I’m lying out on the sundeck by the pool – I see him staring at me. It’s a not a nice stare. You know, not that simple, “You’re hot, I’d love to say hello to you.” More of an undressing with the eyes, really intense, and really unnerving.” Dean immediately looked concerned. “Do you know his name?” “No, and before you suggest I ask the waiter, I will do no such thing. Too easily misunderstood as me wanting to meet him – and I don’t.” Jaysen stepped in. “Easy enough for me to ask. I’m notorious among the club staff for wanting to meet every new male member on the off chance. Just point him out to me the next time we’re there together, and I’ll find out for you.” With that they all said goodnight to each other, Jaysen headed back to his condo, Dean and Joey drove off back to Carlsbad, and Dayna was left with her own problem to ponder. Jaysen duly completed his task about a week later, and the waiter had shared with him the information that the gentleman in question was a new member of the name of Alek Wolter. The name conveyed nothing to any of them, which wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that a quick search of the various online sources disclosed nobody of that name anywhere even remotely near to San Diego. Immediately on hearing that from Dayna, Dean’s senses sprang to full alert. He’d had a number of professional experiences dealing with various shysters and fraud artists, and this was one of their fingerprints – a name which yielded nothing much in the way of background information when searched. He’d even used some more far-reaching search tools that were supposed to be exclusively for business purposes and still turned up no information at all. It was beginning to look as if the Mystery Man could very well be some kind of undercover operative, but for whom? On the other hand, it could be that he was just smitten with Dayna, yet another example of a fate which has befallen many undercover operatives throughout history. The whole thing was still enough to make all of them edgy, Dayna especially so of course. In the meantime, their research into the descendants of Nora Ludlow was taking on a more conclusive shape, with almost all names identified and placed into their proper slots within the multi-tiered family tree. Not surprisingly, Dean and Joey were by no means the only distant cousins who’d ended up matched with each other. They were sure it must have been just as much of a relief for all those earlier members of the family to find partners with special abilities as it had been for them. As this concluding stage of the work under way appeared to be wrapping up, Jaysen announced that he was leaving San Diego for a number of weeks to do some on-site research and negotiating over a business venture he was considering in some of the south Pacific Islands. On hearing this news, Dayna (the least romantic of them all) immediately burst into song – Bali Ha’i. Before he left, they all had one last meeting and again cautioned against overuse of the thought-speech unless it was urgently necessary for some reason. Life continued to move forward. Dayna even began dating a guy whom she thought, from his name, might be a member of that same family tree. She had yet to confirm this, remaining circumspect with him at all times, and by the same token not prying too much into his family background until they got to know each other a bit better. Dean was really happy at seeing his sister building a personal life for herself in a way she had not yet tried to do. He and Joey enjoyed themselves a nice little getaway for a week on one of the cruise line’s deluxe ships to Mexico, the appropriately named Santa Margarita. The margaritas did indeed flow like water, the beaches at the different ports were spectacular, and the meals were out of this world delicious. They didn’t meet any hot company on a ship full of mostly elderly couples and singles, but they did have an enjoyable dinner with an older gay man and his partner who were cruise-specific travel agents. Once they’d settled back home, Dean turned his attention once again to the whole question of the Mystery Man. Dayna had told him that the persistent starer was still lurking, and still making her nervous. Dean and Joey spent a Saturday afternoon at the pool, lying some distance away from Dayna between swims. Both of them noticed that “Wolter” was staring at them as much as at her. That changed the whole complexion of the mystery sharply. It was still just possible that he was a sexual stalker who liked to swing both ways. After all, as Joey smugly pointed out, all three of them were definitely worth a second look in any company. It now seemed much more likely, though, that he was a representative of some creditor who’d gotten burned when Ross died. In such a case, he was presumably checking them out in hopes of finding out something that could help out with a lawsuit. Their own lawyers had assured them that their situation was unassailable due to the number of years which had elapsed since he had given them the cash gifts for their down payments, but that didn’t mean that someone wouldn’t give it a shot anyway. The mystery remained, for the time being, beyond solution. Deidra had by now gone through the first and most intensive stages of her grief and felt a real need to do something to help occupy her time. This time, it was Dayna and Joey in tandem who lined her up with the right person to get a job at the cruise line, as a customer-relations troubleshooter for some of the more complex bad situations which arose during and after voyages. This kind of hands-on problem solving work was both wildly diverse and right up her alley. When Dayna mused about whether such a job would be a good fit for Deidra, her mother tartly replied, “I raised you two by myself. Enough said.” In due time, Jaysen returned from the islands, bringing with him a fat contract for management of a new hospitality chain specializing in boutique beach inns, and another and less business-oriented surprise for everyone. The surprise was a strikingly handsome islander from Tonga, a vivacious and outgoing young man who shared his eleven-syllable traditional name with a twinkle in his eye, and then said, “But just call me Peter – everyone does, even at home.” Peter had actually been living in New Zealand for quite a while, like many of his fellow Tongans, when Jaysen met him. He was already working in the hospitality industry when he was offered a position in the newly-formed chain. But at the same time he had received a different kind of offer altogether from Jaysen, and one which he found much more to his liking. It was more than obvious to everyone that Peter and Jaysen were very much a couple, with a good measure of love and commitment already on both sides. Peter even informed Dean and Joey that Jaysen had told him all about his earlier and more restless life, and how he’d been pulled out of it by their friendship. He’d summed up by saying, “I want to thank you for helping him become a more positive, better, kinder man.” Dean and Joey were both truly flattered to be thanked in such generous terms, in such a musical, soft, warm, Polynesian accent. On Friday night, the four of them joined together for a swim and dinner at the club. Throughout the afternoon and evening, the conversation revolved around Peter’s life and family. His parents came from one of the lines of traditional chieftains in Tonga, and thus were people of considerable importance, both by position and because of their strong leadership qualities. Because of their stature in society, they were only allowed to marry within their own large chieftainly clan. Peter had learned all about his ancestors, going back many generations into the eras of oral recollection, before the creation of a written form of the languages they spoke. One thing his father had stressed when he left Tonga was that Peter was the first member of his family line of chieftains ever to leave the islands in seven generations and more. While he was sharing all this with his new friends, they were enjoying the sunshine – except for Peter, who remained firmly wrapped up in his clothes at the pool. “I don’t know how you northerners can stand to take all your clothes off like this in such cold weather,” he complained – this at a time when the temperature was sitting at 77 degrees Fahrenheit in blazing sunshine. Eventually the four of them, and the conversation, moved inside to the dining room and relaxed over a four-course dinner. Once again the gossip was going all around the place in no time flat that the handsome young man with the rich dark skin tone had actually taken the wildly promiscuous Jaysen Macaleister off the market. Heads were shaken in disbelief on all sides at the sight of the two of them visibly holding hands across the corner of the table between courses of the meal. Afterwards, they went back to Jaysen’s condo for a nightcap – “just a nightcap” Joey said firmly, reminding Dean that they had company coming to their place the next afternoon for a pool party and dinner -- some of Dean’s business associates. “Okay, Joey,” Dean replied meekly, to a round of laughs from Jaysen and Peter. But then Jaysen got down to business. “That’s fine. We won’t keep you late. But there is a reason why I brought you here. Peter has something he needs to show you.” They all looked expectantly at Peter, who promptly vanished. A moment later, they heard the tap running in the kitchen, and when it shut off, Peter popped back into view on the sofa and Jaysen draped his arm across Peter’s shoulders, taking care not to disturb his right arm that now held a full glass of water. Dean chuckled delightedly. “Jaysen! You found another one!” But Joey had a thoughtful, even slightly worried expression on his face. It took him a moment to speak. “Dean, isn’t that the least of it?” “What do you mean?” “Peter told us at dinner that he was the first member of his family to leave Tonga in seven or more generations.” “So?” Dean wrinkled his brows for a moment – and then it hit him. His eyes opened wide like dinner plates. “He’s not one of us.” “Precisely.” Jaysen looked at the other couple. “Peter is one of us in his abilities, but he’s not a descendant of Nora Ludlow.” “Which means….” “It means that this whole thing has just gotten bigger by some absolutely unknown exponential quantity.” Now Joey was looking positively frightened at the sheer potential size of this revelation. Dean attempted to explain the reason for their reaction to Peter, who was looking a bit puzzled at the speed with which the conversation had flown past. “Peter, here’s the thing. I don’t know if Jaysen explained to you, but this all started with my family – well, really with my twin sister and me. By the way, my shifting thing is the same as yours, while my sister Dayna can move things around. When my mother found out about me, she let us know that the strange powers had come down through her family, most likely from her ancestor Nora Ludlow. Oh, by the way, because you are likely going to meet my mother, she can shift other people around but not herself. “At first, we thought that these powers were just descending through the female line as none of the few men in my mother’s family had any natural children. When I met Joey, he had a strong feeling that it was safe for him to share his secret with me – and his ability is the same as mine and yours. It took him longer to trace his family line, because he found out that he was adopted, but once he identified his natural mother, she also turned out to be a descendant of Nora Ludlow. “Then we found out that Jaysen was another one. I’ll assume that you’ve already found out all about his ability, certainly much more about it than we have.” Dean and Joey shared a dirty laugh at this point, and Jaysen blushed. Peter just sat there with a very satisfied smirk on his face. “The really startling thing happened when we identified one distant cousin who, although he is a descendant of Nora, received his power from his father, not his mother, and that sent us all back to start over. We’ve been busily trying to trace all the members of Nora’s family lines who could and most likely do have some kind of shifting ability. There are hundreds of them, and it’s taken us many months just to identify and locate almost all of the living members of her line. “And now, we’re back at square one in a bigger way than ever, because of your ability, and the fact that your family history makes it plain that you are no part of our family. This means that there is at least one other starting point besides Nora Ludlow. And if there are two, why not twenty or fifty or who knows how many?” Peter had nodded at each step as Dean carefully laid out the process which they had followed up to this point. Now he spoke to fill in the gaps. “There’s a long mythic tradition among Tongans of people who can move themselves, or move things, or change their shape. But my mother has been pursuing the same work as you among our family, and she has isolated a clear case – my three-times great-grandmother, who died back in, umm…,” and he did a quick mental calculation, “…1953. She was 63 years old when she died.” Dean and Joey looked at each other. Nora’s death date of 1939 was engraved in their memory. But this made it clear that Peter’s ancestor was born in exactly the same year as Nora, 1890. Was that only a coincidence or was it actually significant? It was Joey who spoke next. “Gents, we’re going to have to leave soon. But there’s still a lot more to talk about here, and I’d say it’s important to have Dayna and Deidra both with us when we do talk it out further.” Dean and Jaysen both nodded agreement. “Could you fellows come out to our place for the day on Saturday, a week from tomorrow? We’ll do patio lunch and pool time, and dinner too.” Peter and Jaysen looked at each other and nodded. Dean said, “I’ll check with Mom and Dayna and let you know tomorrow if it’s a go.” With that, Dean and Joey got up and took their thoroughly shell-shocked leave. Jaysen and Peter proceeded to clean up and put the glasses into the dishwasher, then went off to bed together. Although they enjoyed changing it up just as much as Dean and Joey did, on this particular occasion Peter was playing little spoon while Jaysen lay behind him, moving his hard cock slowly inside the tight muscular ass of his sexy younger lover. Peter had his head turned over his shoulder and was kissing Jaysen as Jaysen fucked him. Jaysen had now discovered that he could achieve wonders by using his hands slowly and gently on Peter. He was the first partner Jaysen had ever had who could – and regularly did – come over and over just from getting fucked, and without even touching his own dick. Being stimulated by his partner’s hands had a lot to do with that. Tonight, Peter had something else on his mind. “What about Errol?” Jaysen looked at him carefully. “You sure you’re ready for Errol?” “You know I’m always ready for Errol.” With that Jaysen closed his eyes momentarily and vanished, instantly replaced by his alter ego, the fifty-something, six-foot-plus, black muscle stud, Errol. Since he was already embedded deep inside Peter’s hole at that precise moment, Peter suddenly had to adjust from Jaysen’s thick but not enormous six-incher to Errol’s massive eleven-inch tree trunk. “Oh, God! Fuck, Errol, you’re stretching me so far.” “Love me some of that tight hole, baby boy, always feel like I’m doing a virgin again when I plow into your sweet boy ass.” “Do me now, daddy. Fuck my boyhole wide open and dump your big daddy load inside me.” “That’s my good boy. Push your ass up for me.” With that, Errol rolled Peter onto his face and Peter obediently pushed up his ass, forcing his hips up into the air to meet the deep thrusts from Errol’s giant tool. Errol clamped his huge paws onto Peter’s pecs, rolling Peter’s nipples between big finger and index finger on each side. Peter moaned and groaned in an absolute fury of sexual ecstasy, already exploding in a first orgasm as Errol plundered his hole deep and hard, thrusting his insides out of the way to create and hold open a clear passage for his awesome dick. “Aw, fuck, daddy, you know how to make me feel it – hurts so good, but don’t stop.” “Right you are, boy, I’m not going to stop until I’ve given you at least two of my loads inside your pretty little boy pussy. Going to keep pounding you hard and fast until I’ve blown my seed deep inside, forced you to take my babies.” True to his word, Errol kept driving full throttle into Peter’s needy ass, while Peter did his best to work his muscles on the enormous intruder. After another minute or so of steady pounding, Peter began whimpering, always a sign that he was going to cum soon. Errol took the hint. “Get ready… get ready, boy, it’s cumming… I… FUCK!!! That gigantic cock slammed its way deep inside Peter and convulsed, spurting stream after stream of hot man cum inside his ass, all the way up in the inner end of his channel. Peter cried aloud as he felt the hot liquid shooting into him, and his own cock jumped up and down a couple of times before blasting a second huge load of cum all over the bed sheets. Errol grabbed Peter by the hips and pulled him backwards without pulling out, then planted one massive paw on the back of Peter’s head, pushing his face down towards the pools of cum on the bed. “Lick up that mess, boy. Ain’t no way I’m sleeping in a puddle of boy spooge. Clean the bed up and then get ready for round two.” Peter obediently licked up and swallowed all of his own load. There really wasn’t a break between round one and round two because Errol never pulled out. He just hung there, with his big fuck stick embedded deep inside Peter while Peter carried out his cleaning assignment. Then he growled, “You ready for more, boy?” “Fuck, yes, you know I can’t ever get enough of your huge fucking daddy dick.” “Hang on.” Errol wrapped his arms around Peter’s chest, and then rolled sideways onto his back, bringing Peter up on top without ever releasing his enormous cock from Peter’s hole. “Ride me now, boy. Let’s see you work your muscles and bounce on my cock. You got my special lube, my own baby batter inside you. Now, work it!” Again, Peter demonstrated his obedience by bouncing fiercely on Errol’s dick, slamming down onto the big man’s broad hips, and then pulling up all the way until he was halfway to standing up and only the tip of Errol’s enormous manmeat was still inside him. Then down again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Peter’s fucking motions on Errol’s tool were getting faster and more furious by the second, and Errol was beginning to groan again at the power Peter had to wring even more sperm out of him. “Turn around and face me, boy.” Peter obediently lifted his legs into the air and pivoted around on Errol’s cock until he was facing his enormous fucker, then put his legs down and resumed riding. Errol grabbed Peter by the shoulders forcing him down until they were face to face and then plundering Peter’s mouth by tongue while he was busy violating Peter’s ass by dick. “Oh fuck… fuck, that’s so fucking good… keep pounding me… open me up even more… drive that insane thing into my gaping loose boyhole…” Errol was now heaving his hips up and down, driving his enormous dick into Peter’s ass while he held Peter’s body pinned down to his chest, forcing him to take his tongue kisses. Then he grunted, “Fuck! Gonna cum soon.” “Fuck, yeah – breed me again, daddy!” “Get ready for some more daddy sperm. Gonna make you take my babies a second time.” “Yeah, daddy. Fuck me and shoot all your cum inside me!” “Gonna fucking fill you up. Lie down on your back.” Peter pulled off Errol’s cock just long enough to lie down on his back and lift his legs up over his shoulders. He waited, quivering with anticipation. Then it happened. He felt the blunt tip of Errol’s giant cock pushing against his hole. Then with one massive thrust, his eleven inches was all the way in, deep inside Peter’s battered ass. Peter let out a gut-wrenching scream, then trailed off into an undecipherable babble of “shit” and “Oh fuck” and “Yeah, daddy, just like that but more.” By now, Errol was on top of Peter, squishing his legs down hard against his abdomen, and driving that huge cock all the way inside. The sounds torn out of Peter’s throat were incredible as he let loose with a third load of cum while Errol all but ripped him a new hole, pounding away deep and hard at Peter’s ass. And then it happened. “Fuuuuuck! Cumming… inside you!” “Yeah, daddy, give me all that hot cream!” Peter yelped in synch each time Errol’s hips slammed down against his cheeks, his enormous cock bottoming out inside Peter’s boyhole on each thrust. Both of them could feel how each squirt from Errol’s tool displaced some part of what was already there, the cum squeezing and bubbling out of Peter’s overworked ass around Errol’s massive shaft. At last, he finished pumping and shooting, and collapsed across Peter’s body, while Peter nuzzled and kissed him. Their incredible energy had covered both of their dark bodies with glistening sweat. As both of them gasped and panted for air, Errol’s cock slowly shrank and slipped out of Peter’s tortured butthole… and all at once, Errol was Jaysen again, now returning the loving kisses Peter lavished on him. At last, they both calmed down – Errol’s vigorous fucking had tired Jaysen out too, and his dick was oozing the last remains of two enormous loads of cum. Peter bent his head down and slowly, dreamily, licked up the last traces of the huge cum loads that were even now swimming inside him. “Well, I hope you enjoyed that,” Jaysen said. “Every time that guy fucks with you, he totally wears me out.” Peter laughed. “I’m sorry, Jaysen, I just can’t resist him. But let me tell you a little secret.” “What’s that?” “Errol is fucking hot as hell, and it’s amazing having him do me like that, but I could never love a guy like that or live full time with him.” “And why is that?” “Because you’re the one I love.” Jaysen felt his eyes getting wet. As far as he could recall, no person in his life had ever said anything like this to him before. “I love you too, Peter. So much. Sooo much.” They cuddled and kissed some more, but before long, Errol’s exertions began to take effect and Jaysen found himself drifting off to sleep. “Good night, Peter.” “Good night, Jaysen, my love.” Jaysen fell asleep, sprawled on his back, with Peter’s head resting contentedly on his chest. On Saturday morning, a week later, Jaysen’s car rolled up the driveway of Dean and Joey’s house, and Jaysen and Peter hopped out, just as Dean came around the side of the house. “Right back this way, fellows, my mom and sister are already here.” The social interaction among the six of them flowed easily after the first introductions. Peter used his most exquisite manners on meeting the girls and won their hearts. There followed a lot of discussion about his family and his power, and how he had interacted with other people in Tonga while growing up with such a difference. They were intrigued to hear that such things could be found in Tongan folklore as much as in Europe, and that people were both open about their powers and faced little or no discrimination. If anything, they were held in something like awe by at least a part of the local population. It was at this point that Deidra turned to Jaysen. “By the way, Jaysen, I don’t think I ever did hear what your shifting power was?” Peter eagerly opened his mouth to answer her, but Jaysen pre-empted him with a loud warning cough before answering himself. “I’m a shape-shifter. Usually an older black man.” “Oh, just like my grandmother, except that hers was a young Chinese girl.” Dean and Joey both breathed a covert sigh of relief. Then Dayna took up the imaginary speaking stick again. “Before I forget, I want to tell you all what I’ve just found out about Wade.” This was the young man she’d been dating recently. “He’s one of the clan too. I found out by steering the conversation one night to the subject of ancestors and family trees. On that theme, I just mentioned, oh-so-innocently, that I had one distant ancestor who had lived in Chicago and wound up in an insane asylum. He responded that this sounded just like his three-times-great-grandmother. At that, I did my best wide-eyed stare and said, ‘You don’t think that maybe…?’ The upshot of it all was that he confirmed that he is indeed a descendant of Nora Ludlow.” “And…?” “And I then sent my drink to the other side of the table and back, looked him right in the eye, and said, ‘Okay. What’s yours?’” “Well, don’t just leave us hanging there, Dayna! What did he do?” Joey’s occasional impatient streak was taking control. “He laughed and said, ‘A bit of lime for that drink?’ I nodded, and he quickly popped across to the bar, returning with a slice of lime. The two waiters had their backs turned, and the bartender had stepped into the back room for a fresh bottle of something. I told him, ‘Very neat work!’” They all laughed. Then Deidra said, “So now we are seven – that is, if you’re planning on getting more serious about him, Dayna…?” “Yes, I think I am. We all know why it’s unwise to let the chance go by when it happens. Wade is funny, considerate, quick on his feet, and thoughtful with it – a good mix of qualities, I’d say.” At this point, Jaysen intervened to drop the big bombshell. “Well, Dayna, it might not be quite as unwise to let the chance go as we used to think. Neither you nor Deidra seemed to pick it up, but Peter did mention in passing, a few minutes ago, that he was the first member of his family in at least seven generations to leave Tonga. And his clan can only marry others of the same status within the same clan.” He let that sink in. Suddenly, Deidra got it. “Oh, Lord. We’ve just tripped over another great big fat false assumption. Peter isn’t part of Nora Ludlow’s bloodline – he can’t be, because we’re talking for your generation about going back only five generations. So Nora wasn’t the only one – if we’re even correct in assuming that she was the starting point for us.” Peter got a word in again. “I’m willing to bet that she is, Deidra, and here’s why. My mother tracked the whole thing in our family to my three-times-great grandmother. Now, she died in 1953, but she was born in 1890, the exact same year – as Dean told me – when Nora Ludlow was born. I’d go even further and guess that whatever other people were involved were also all born in that year.” That gave them all pause for thought. “Do you think it happened right at birth?” Jaysen nodded approval of Dayna’s suggestion. Then he added, “Or maybe just when they were approaching puberty since that is when we all discovered ourselves.” At this point, unexpectedly, a handsome young man with strawberry-blond hair appeared suddenly in front of them. They all stared at him blankly, except for one. Dayna leapt to her feet and ran to kiss him. “Wade! What brought you here?” He shook his head in puzzlement. “Am I the one to ask? I was quietly sitting in an armchair on my balcony, reading a book -- until suddenly I wasn’t.” “But you didn’t think or visualize or anything.” “No.” We brought him to you. It was the mystery voice again, this time heard all at once and felt throughout the entire body all at once by all seven of them. It is time. It began with seven. Now you are seven. Yours is a unique group, all of you linked to one or more of the others by ties of affection, and each linked to each other by the ability to speak to each other in your thoughts. You will be the leaders. There are thousands more like you, descendants of the original seven, in every corner of your world. Your task is to reveal their existence to the world at large. The voice fell silent. They all stared at each other in awe and fear. It was Deidra who responded first to the challenge, lapsing almost automatically into thought-speech: How are we supposed to do that? Dean responded: That is our challenge. We have to figure out how to do this. Peter put in his two cents’ worth: It will be easy among my people, since there is so much acceptance already. Dayna shook her head in frustration: It will be a lot harder here. This country is full of people who freak out whenever confronted with something which they can neither do nor explain. This will be dangerous. Jaysen tried to lift their spirits: I’m sure this voice wouldn’t expect us to do something that can’t be done, so that means that there is a way, and we will find it. At that, all of them turned their thoughts to the possible ways of proceeding. The thought patterns slowly accelerated, individual thoughts turning to voices heard in pairs and then trios, until they abandoned clear speech, racing along far faster than they could have spoken, tumbling all over each other at top speed, forming no coherent pattern at first -- but as each discovered that their minds were automatically picking up and running with the thoughts and images contributed by the others, the speed of the planning session outran by hours what any verbal meeting could ever have covered. In just a few minutes, they had the outline of a plan for action, and some ideas about what to do at the next stage once the initial moves were completed. The collaborative thinking involving all of them – Wade and Peter had both been brought fully up to speed with the thought-speech process by, they assumed, the direct intervention of the owners of the voice. For the first time, too, they were not overtaken by intense drowsiness and sleep after the voice had addressed them. One or two of them wondered if that meant anything. The seven were all immersed in the solution of the problem which the voice had handed to them – so immersed that they had utterly forgotten all about Alek Wolter, the man with the intense staring eyes.

8 fucks and 4 loads in the sauna today. Fucking amazing for a day midweek!

I've thought of Piss as a surrogate for Sperm - an appetizer, maybe an "introduction" - for many years - certainly outside the context of a Bd/Sm scene. The inclusion of Piss in a Breeding scene implies previous preparations, since not every guy is as magnificently dedicated to "the connection" as t.s.g. clearly is. In the context of a Leather Bd/Sm scene, Piss is mostly a statement of possession, to both the boy and any other's present. So cool how guys interpret a sexual act differently !!!

I quite agree with this, a few years ago I was on holiday and was in a sex club hanging about the urinals after some piss, when this guy in skin gear, bleachers, docs, braces, tight fred perry and as scary looking as I don't know what walked in and went to the urinal. He started pissing, and I put my hand out so he instinctively pulled his cock away thinking I was going to grab it, but instead of that I put my hand a few inches below the piss flow, wet my hands and then whilst looking at him brought my hand up to my mouth and started licking my fingers. On seeing this he then redirected his cock and piss in my direction which was a definite signal to me he was on for it. I quickly got in a crouching position and then took his cock in my mouth, he must of been holding it for ages as there was still plenty of piss to drink, and I kept with the flow drinking every last drop without spilling it. He then patted my head saying 'good piss pig' and walked off. About an hour later he came and found me elsewhere in the club and pulling on my shirt sleeve said, I've got more for ya, and then dragged me off to the toilets again giving me another belly full. The connection was so horny I fondly remember him even 15 or so years later. No idea what his name was but would love to meet again if he recognises me or the description of the situation. He was tall, stocky, huge ass and thighs that were really powerful rather than chubby and came from Coventry.

Neither lazy nor stupid - it's a reasonable question. I use a VPN to access this site, without confirming or denying that I'm doing so from within my home state of Louisiana 🙂

Haven’t posted in awhile but been getting some good ass. Last week a bottom boy (40 yo) who likes to call me dad invited me over for some dad/son time. when I got there he was in a towel and we hugged and started kissing. Nice deep kisses. Got us both hard. I undressed and we got on the bed naked. Rubbing our cocks and bodies together we were kissing and so horny. He turned and was sucking my cock and moaning as he tasted my pre cum. I was playing with his cock and ass licking his balls and hole. I told him to get into doggie and he was ass against me in a second! I slid inside that warm hole. He was squeezing and pushing back. I grabbed his shoulders and shoved deep. I started to cum and went as deep as possible. He started to spasm too. We were cumming together. It felt fantastic. We were catching our breath and there was a knock on the door. “I invited another dad over to join us.” He said. Dad # 2 lay on the bed and put his Dick in the boys mouth. The boy was sprawled out on the bed sucking cock up and down with his ass up laying on his stomach. I started playing with it and mounting him again rubbed my cock hard between his cheeks. I got harder and entered him. nice and wet from my big load. Boy is sucking cock and getting fucked. I’m shoving my cock inside and pushing him into the cock he is sucking. Dad #2 doesn’t last long and is soon shooting a load in the boys mouth! That gets me harder inside him as I watch him swallow that load. I feel my balls tingle and I’m working on another load. He squeezes his hole and it gets me cumming. Nice load #2 deep inside his hole. I stay inside till I get soft. We kiss again and we get dressed. Can’t wait to see him again! Such a good son!

Bf and I had been having a hard time for a few days. A fight on the weekend and no visits from lady Tina made for a dull few days. I had a load sprayed on my face the day before but my hole had been empty for a few days. As sometimes can happen a good night’s sleep curled up together can change a lot. When i woke up I put my hand where it always belongs, right on that fat 10 inch cock between his legs and found what I hoped for, hard morning wood. I scooted down and wrapped my mouth around it. I knew how he loved to wake up to my mouth doung what it does best. Being together for almost a year I know how to please him. Stay on his covered head for a bit, then slowly up and down, back up, down to the root, open my throat to take him deep, pull the foreskin back and stay on the head. All the while listening to the moans. I hopped between his legs so i could take him deeper down the throat. Then i heard what I love, ‘How do you want it’ I answered as I usually do ‘However you want to fuck me’ on your belly I was told. I flipped over, pillow under me and he was in deep in one push. We both moaned together. It doesn’t take long when it is make up sex. We both knew what we love. Fast, deep thrusts and I heard the magic words. ‘Im gonna cum’. He layed on top of me for a wile as I felt the last few drops push out. I wanted to keep his seed in me but being the faggot that I am I stay naked at home. As i was reaching for something in the kitchen a few hours later I felt the gush out of my pig hole onto the kitchen floor. What a load! Then i heard what I knew was this pig’s job ‘Lick it up’

Chapter 8 Jason and Tyler spend the the remainder of the weekend fucking Jake and filling him with their toxic loads. When Sunday evening arrives they begin to get ready to head back to the city, Jake starts to put on his clothing but is abruptly stopped by his father. “You’ll continue to wear the jock until we instruct you otherwise”, his father says sternly. “Now pack your bags and get in the car”. Jake quickly does as he’s told. Soon after he and his father begins there drive back to the city and Tyler follows behind driving separately. Jake, hungry for his fathers dick, opens up his father’s pants and begins sucking. Jason, wanting to savor the attention his dick is getting, drives slowing on the backroads to avoid attention. However, before long a patrol car comes up behind from behind. ‘Shit, get back in your seat!’ Jake’s dad exclaims as he fumbles to zip his pants. Jason pulls over the the officer soon approaches the car and Jason rolls down his window. “Good evening, sir. I noticed you were swerving a bit back there and now I see why”, the officer says while glancing over at Jake. “Yeah, my son and I are just coming back from a fun weekend at the lake and I just got a bit distracted while driving” Jason says. “Your son, huh?”, the officers says as he assesses the men, observing Jakes in the jockstrap and Jason’s engorged bulge in his pants. “Are you ok son? The officer asks Jake. “Oh yes officer! I was had just been swimming at the lake before we left and didn’t have time to change out of my swimsuit”, Jake explains trying to avoid getting his dad in trouble. “Swimsuit huh? Why don’t you let me inspect that. Come around the car here.” The office instructs. Jake looks at his Dad and Jason gives him a nod. Jake does at the office tells him and get out of the car. The officer tells to put his hand on the side of the car and Jake complies. with Jake’s ass exposed, the officer slips his hand through the band of the jockstrap and slaps it against Jake’s smooth muscle ass. ‘Quite a *swimsuit*’, the officer states. ‘Gonna have to do some further inspection’. With that the officer take out a blue rubber glove and puts it on his hand. He groped at Jake’s ass then spreads his wide as Jake’s dad observes from the rear view mirror. “Oh fuck!”, the officer shouts in a big baritone voice as he opens Jake’s ass and see a river of cum flow out of it. He takes two fingers and inserts the in Jake and Jake moans as they are inserted. The officer pulls his fingers out and the rubber gloves are thickly coated with cum. He raises the finger to his nose and does and deep inhale. He instruct Jake’s dad to out of the car and Jason does as he is told. ‘What does this smell like to you sir’, the officer asks Jake’s dad. “Semen officer”, Jason responds. “That’s what it smells like to me too. You’re son has been a very dirty boy”, the officer says. “I know he has”, Jake’s dad says “How do you know”, the cop inquires “Because that’s my semen”, Jason’s responds with a devilish look. “You sick fuck” the officer almost whispers under his breath then looks back at the half naked young man against the car on the quiet country road. The officer licks his lips and starts playing with his crotch through is uniform. “Looks like your boy here lost a lot of cum during my inspection. I’m thinking he might need a refill. What do you think about that?” The officer ask as a puddle of cum forms of the ground from Jake’s ass. Jason’s eyes get wide. “Yes officer, my boy needs his hole filled” With the the officer undoes his uniform and reveals his huge cock. “Oh damn!” Jake utters as he catches a glimpse of the new dick. “His hole is tender officer. He’s been fucked many times this weekend.” Jason warns “Is that so?” The officer ask and then lines up his fat dick head with the cream filled hole and the slams his dick balls deep in one deep stoke. “FFUUUUCCCKKK!” Jake screams. “Scream all you want boy. No one is gonna hear you out here but your dad and he’s horny as fuck watching his boy get raped, aren’t you?” The officer says as he starts brutally fucking Jakes. Jason pulls out his dick and starts jerking off at the sight of his boy getting fucked. “My boy is hungry officer. He’s taken many loads this weekend”, Jason explains as he gets rock hard. “What’s he hungry for?” The officer ask. “Poz cum! His cunt is filled with it officer. My boy need to be converted”, Jake’s dad states as he furiously jerks his meat. “Oh fuck yeah! I can help out with that! I recently converted and the doctor says my viral load is extremely high”, the officers states as he pounds the lean muscle stud. His cock pistoning in and out of Jake’s hole and coated with cum. “fuck yeah! Knock my boy up! Jake’s dad pleas. “You want my poz load boy?” The officer ask Jake. “Yes please officer, convert my hole” Jake begs sweating profusely from the aggressive fuck. “Here comes my charged load! Aahhhhhgggg! “ the officers cock explodes into Jakes willing hole, overflowing his already flooded fuck chute. The officer pulls out and tells Jason to get in there. Jason does as he’s told. so turned on by the scene that has unfolded he lasts only a few more minutes in his sons slimy hole before his balls have worked up another massive charged load for his boy and then unleashes the venom seed deep in his sons cunt. After both men are done using Jake’s hole. Jake is instructed to clean off theirs dicks and he does so eagerly taking turns on each man’s dick to clean of ever drop of cum. Once done the officer slips his dick back into his pants and lets the men on their way. In the car Jake positions himself to allow has dad access to his hole and his dad proceeds to fingers his sons slimy cum filled cunt the remainder of the way home taking special care to rough up his sons already tend we hole with his fingernails.

Chapter five I had lost track of time, and where my guy had gone to in the club. All I was very aware of was he was now loaded with at least three cum loads inside him, horny as fuck, and on the prowl for more. I had checked the slings and he was not there, Most of the bar area has emptied out as it had got quite late and he was not there. That left the mazes and the piss area I thought in the club. I went to do the rounds and still no sign of him. Clearly, he had found a hot little spot and was enjoying himself. I had another drink and a loop, still no sign of him. With that I thought he had headed back to the hotel missing each other so got my bag and headed back as well. The room was empty when I got there, but he soon messaged and I heard all about what had gone on. It turns out he had got distracted on the way home. A couple of guys in trackies, puffer jackets and nice sneakers had been hanging about the venue outside, and we had thought they were looking for trouble. Turns out, they were just looking for the right guy to fuck. While my guy was trying to get a. taxi, one of the two went over and commented he looked shattered and asked if he had been playing much. Being drunk my guy went into way too much detail and spotted the scally was playing with his now hard cock through his trackies. He offered to help "sort that out" and the scally did not take asking twice. It only took a couple of minutes to walk to the flat they were renting for the weekend. Both were in their early 20's, one with a cropped haircut and the other center-parted blond. They both had Adidas chile trackie bottoms on, with the blond guy wearing the white ones, and the cropped guy in red. On top, it was matching north face puffer jackets in black. As soon as they got through the door they had hands all over each other, with all three of them kissing rubbing and their hands down inside gear. As my guy had taken his rubber off he had nothing under his jeans and jacket, so felt really exposed. He stripped off so he was naked while the two scallys kept their clothes on, but pulled the trackies down. Two very hard-hung cocks stuck out and in a matter of seconds using the sloppy cum loads already inside him and zero lube he slid the cropped guy up his hole. He had got to a point now of not even thinking about rubbering up to play it safe. It was all about raw skin inside him. The blond leaned in and kissed him deeply, very wet and enjoying it. Neither guy wanted to hang about, both of them just wanted to cum inside a wet hole, and that was my guys right now! The blond was wanking as they kissed so it only took a small push for my guys mouth to be guided down and start blowing him. He was just so hungry for that cock. He felt the guy fucking him build up pace and get a little rougher, not as much as the guys in the club but he was building. It only took a few minutes before he felt the cropped guy just ram deep and hold himself there. he was cumming. long deep wet blasts were spraying into his guts, and unlike the other guys he just pulled out fast, and the blond swapped places. He might have looked more "cute" but he fucked HARD! he was pounding away, mixing up the loads from the others in the evening and the fresh one from the cropped guy. He was not slowing and the loads were not getting creamy and foaming all over my guys hole. He had never had this feeling, and the lose hole, slamming fucking, and now sloppy wet cum was so thick it was just sticking to his hole. The cum was dripping onto the blonds trackies and off his jacket as he fucked and build up to what was another heavy load that flooded my mans already flooded hole. He went off shallow just inside my guys arse. He wanted to see that load going in. Shallow was great for the blond, but for my guy it was a real treat as he could feel it already running out down his legs. Both very spent and ready to kick him out of the flat, they helped my guy to get dressed, kissed him deeply and hard on the neck leaving a mark, before helping him out the door into the cold night to head back to my hotel.

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.

UPDATE: The store has new ownership and I was able to feed this past Friday. Hoping whoever bitched about me keeps their mouth shut so I can resume feeding here regularly again.

I think that the time a guy lasts fucking a hole has more to do with the guy fucking than the with hole. Some guys take their time before they shoot and others cum really quick. Some bottoms at the sauna, after taking loads for a few hours, like to blow their load before going home, and they are usually quick. Last weekend at the sauna I stayed until; early morning when guys were already leaving. At some point I was on the fuck bench on one of the darkrooms and in less than a minute a guy started to play with my hole, fucked it, bred it, and gone. I could tell he wanted to blow his load and go home. I think the guy was very horny and it wasn't my hole.

For me it depends on the top, how horny they are, I have had guys empty there balls in me after a couple of minutes, and I haveguys that have taken a very long time, one guy took over an hour he is a regular and loves to fuck me really hard and rough.

Anyone else a newTumbl user and got nuked? I had been chatting with this guy who told me quite a few regular posters's accounts were deleted. After he told me I realized I hadn't seen some of them posting any new stuff. But I was more a browser and only ocaasionally reblogged a few pics or vids so I wasn't too worried. Until it happened to me. Logged in and saw a message my account was deleted because I had violated the terms & conditions (or something like that). No clue what it was I had done. Created a new account only to find out I couldn't 'Like' or reblog stuff because of my IP-address. Anyone else had this? Anyone know the reason why they purge accounts?

Just my opinion, but one doesn't become a slut...it's something within you. After a 3 month fling with my 1st man, I spent the night of my 18th birthday at the baths and that's when my SLUT gene kicked in. I was with man after man and the more I got the more I wanted. If you're worried about hiv, get yourself on prep.

I was banned from twitter for violating their rules. I reposted an obviously fake nude of a celebrity. Nazis and insurrectionists are fine on twitter, but some adult gay content - apparently not. So much for Musk's free speech hypocrisy.

well, i used to follow some profiles on xtube and some of them used to have spycam videos where the guys didnt know they were being recorded and most of them were straight or something like that... and i used to track how long they last until blow a load... and surprise...! 1 minute and 10 seconds after starting the first stroke

What an amazing set-up. Have fantasized about serving in such a place... not sure I'd dare now.

Nice... I missed this one before... Thanks to evilqueerpig for enlightenment!

Great story, please continue.

Fucking hot! More please!

I don't think it's going to be too long before Sam is the star of Jon's next video. 🐷

going from condom to raw is so fucking hot, that moment of him sliding in bareback after all that condom usage must've been intoxicating dude 🥴 no wonder you caved, that's horny as fuck 🥵

I love piss! I like to be pissed on, or to drink it. But the best is a guy pissing up my hole! Love trying to keep it up there for as long as possible.

Saturday afternoon birthday party. I got a text by one of my old tops i play with. He is at a birthday party at his house and wanted me to come over to play quick. I got to his house texted him i was in my car in front. He said come to the front door he will be there. I got to the door and he took me up to his bathroom in his bedroom and locked the door. I can hear a lot if people in the backyard and down stairs. He said drop your paints and get to your knees. He bent me over the tub and in no time i felt him lube my ass and he was hard as hell and felt his cock slide in. He pumped quickly and blew a load fast in a few minutes.. He pulled me up i pulled my pants up. He said sorry it was fast but he got horny as hell. I said it was good. I sneaked out and went home..

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...

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.

MikeyBravo - Scotland based all kinks sleaze filth anything goes. completely unshockable

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...

Tends to be more dependent on the top, rather than anything I'm doing...though I'm sure i do contribute in some way. My motto is "you can last 2 minutes or 2 hours....just keep me interested". Though as of recent, my hole is quite tight due to a lack of action (mostly voluntarily). So I'm sure the next lucky man won't be able to last that long inside me. 😄

Part 7 I say, "Follow me," and led Luis through the house to my bedroom. It wasn't until I turned around at my door that I noticed he wasn't alone. Standing behind Luis was a beautiful Mexican boy, about my age. But was no lightweight like me. He was tall and built of muscle. He looked a little nervous but also excited. "That's Junior, my son. It's his birthday and we're celebrating before we head back to Mexico." Luis says. "Oh, well he can wait in the living room while we do things," I say. "The hell he will. I've told him about you. You're his birthday gift." Luis says. I now see that same familiar evil grin on his and his son's face. We go into my bedroom, the place where I grew up, where my walls are still decorated with teen boy obsessions. Luis instructs me to strip. He says something to Junior in Spanish and he takes his clothes off as well. "You want your key back? Worship my son." Luis commands as he sits down in a chair at the side of the bed. I waste no time getting to work on this beautiful man. He may be my age or even younger, but he is more of a man than I will ever be. First, I use my mouth and lick his body. I start with his neck and move down his dark and smooth skin. I kiss and suck on his hard nipples, which makes him erupt in moans. I continue down his body, feeling his manly chest and kissing each ab. Now I'm on my knees and face to face with Junior's amazing cock and balls. He certainly has his father's cock. The smell of pure man drives me wild as I begin to suck down his meat. He moans more. Luis instructs him in Spanish and he gets more aggressive, placing his hands on my head and starting to fuck my face. His balls are slapping against my mouth as I swallow his cock down my throat. As he lets me come up for air, he leaks precum into my mouth. It tastes as amazing as he looks. Next, I focus on his balls, first taking each into my mouth, then both at once. He continues to moan and his body shakes. His father again says something in Spanish. Following orders, Junior turns around, leans on the bed, and sticks out his ass. I know what to do. I dive in mount first. His hole tastes amazing. I wonder if any Spanish bitches have ever eaten his ass like I am. I use my hand to jerk his cock while I continue to explore his hole with my tongue. Finally, Luis gives another command. This time it's in English and it's to me. "Stand up!" he orders. I remove my mouth from his boy's behind and stand up to face him. He's holding a roll of duct tape and has that look on his face again. Soon, my arms are behind my back and my wrists are taped together like I'm in handcuffs. Then Luis takes a large piece of tape and places it right over my mouth. Next, it's time for Junior to penetrate me. There's no lube, no spit, nothing. I'm just layer down on my back on the bed with my legs spread. Junior lines his cock up with my hole and starts pushing it in. I can tell by his facial expressions that it feels good. After a summer of taking Mexican cocks every day, it's good to know I'm still tight enough to please. Junior bottoms out as his big nuts rest against my ass. He waste no time and starts pumping away at my pussy. I can tell he loves it. I moan under the duct tape to encourage him to pump away. After a few minutes of fucking, I can tell Junior is close to cumming. Apparently his dad is also aware because he says something in Spanish. With a reluctant look on his face, Junior pulls out of me. Soon Luis is instructing me to stand up, which is not easy with my arms taped behind my back. Junior helps me up to my feet as Luis strips down and takes my place lying on the bed. His cock is already rock hard and standing straight up. "Get on," he commands me. Junior helps me back onto the bed and I'm lays on top of Luis, facing toward the ceiling. Before long, Luis is shoving his cock into my hole with no mercy. I'm use to his roughness and size by now but it's still a bit jarring. His cock works its way into my familiar guts as I begin to bounce on it like it's a pogo stick. Fuck, I'm going to miss my Mexican God's cock after tonight! Junior stands near the bed and watches as his father fucks me deeply. He seems fascinated and can't help but jerk himself. After a few minutes, Luis tells me to stop bouncing. He then looks at his son and says, "He's ready." Junior makes his way to the edge of the bed as I realize their plan. I've taken a lot of cock this summer but never two at once. I've never been double penetrated and I don't want to be for fear of how much it will hurt. I begin to squirm and attempt to yell from behind the duct tape. Luis is too strong for me. He just holds me tighter and Junior lines up his cock next to his father's and begins to insert. It doesn't go in easy but they are determined to make it happen. I scream as both cocks impale me. I think I'm going to pass out from the pain, but after a minute it gets better. I've never felt so full. But also like I could literally split in half. Now both father and son's cocks are fucking me. It feels like the dicks are fighting for control of my insides. Who will break me? Who will impregnate me? After a few minutes, Junior starts to make those indications again that he's going to cum. He holds off until his father says, "Now!" At that moment, they both orgasm inside of me, their bodies shaking and moaning as I can feel jets of semen shooting deep into my guts. They continue to pump away as their orgasms subside. --- The next thing I know, I wake up in my bed alone. My ass is on fire. I'm naked. It takes me a minute to remember what has happened. The tape is gone from my hands and mouth, though they're still sticky from the residue. I gently stand up and walk to the mirror. I look rough as hell. But fuck was it worth it. Then I notice something: Luis' chain is hanging around my neck with the key attached. I guess I earned it after last night. Now I can wear his chain every day to remind me of him and motivate me to be the White Whore he turned me into. With all the money I made this summer, I'm thinking a spring break trip to Mexico may be in order. I grab my phone and text my uncle: "I'll be back next summer." THE END (please let me know what you thought of the story by commenting below)

Part 2 - The Priest Of Vladeni As the summer break began that Friday they flew to Sofia in the early evening, Christian sneaking glances at Connor wondering if there was anything between them, the randomness of their sex that day in the library appeared to be a thing of the past. There connecting flight to Brasov arrived just after midnight. From here they took a thirty minute taxi ride to the village of Vladeni and the Dormin guest house, luckily it was only a few buildings away from the Biserica Sfantul church. Connor dropped his backpack on the floor, the building was fairly new as was every building they passed, there was nothing ancient or really historical in the village. He was getting the weirdest feelings running through his body, creepy and full of dark secrets yet there was nothing out of the ordinary about the place. In all the village looked perfectly normal for a Romanian country village. "We start with finding out what the church has hidden" Christian suggested. Connor looked at him "This whole place feels unreal, do you not feel it?" he asked. Christian chuckled "Certainly doesn't feel normal" he replied looking at Connor, "Bed time". Connor walked over to him "Not yet" he said kissing him lightly, "We need to be quiet". Christian giggled during the next kiss "So you drag me here to have sex?" he asked. Connor smiled then kissed him deeper all the time removing their clothes in the process. Christian was in no way going to refuse and gradually felt himself rising up, wrapping his legs around Connor who carried him over to the bed. Connor looked down and smirked grabbing his legs pulling them over his own shoulders and leaning forward and kissing Christian again. He wriggled and giggled but found he was firmly balled up by Connor with his cock already making moves at his hole and leaving trails of pre-cum. He kissed Christian locking their mouths together as he wriggled his hips pressing his cock against the hole and slipping inside, his eyes snapped open at the sudden invasion moaning in to Connor's mouth as quiet as he could be, his hands pushing at his shoulders to give him a moment. The arms moved around Connor's neck pulling him close with Christian wriggling his arse around allowing a deeper penetration as he breathed rapidly through his nose, his mouth clamped open and full of Connor's tongue and saliva. His excitement and desire clear to see in his eyes and Connor pushed the rest of his cock deep inside, his back arched and he moaned quietly staring up in to those sparkling bright blue eyes. In that moment Christian realised he was beginning to feel something more than just sex with Connor, he had to put that out of his head for now and complete the work they had come here to do. Connor stopped kissing looking at the thoughtful look on Christian's face, his hips continued their rapid bursts of thrusts that eventually brought him back round. He blinked and engaged eye contact properly feeling the changes in Connor's body as it began tensing, he dropped down kissing him hard briefly. Their faces were so close as Connor began making low grunting sounds and breathing out, Christian could feel the warm breath flowing over his face. Their eyes looking so intensely at each other. Christian closed his eyes crushing his thighs lightly against Connor's waist as he felt his own orgasm surfacing out of nowhere, he cried out a little too loudly. Connor smothered his mouth with another kiss and locked his cock deep inside feeling his cock jump slightly as the first pulse travelled along his shaft, crushing his hips down hard his cum releasing in waves as he held on to Christian biting his shoulder to muffle the sound. They laid in silence with just the heavy breathing filling the room with ambient sound, Connor released Christian then pushed him up further up the bed then laid on top of him kissing him tenderly for several moments. His urge for sex unsatisfied and he hooked Christian's legs up around his waist quickly slipping his cock back inside. It took a moment before he realised Connor was going at it again, he pulled Connor's face towards him and kissed him madly and was rewarded by him gyrating his once again hard cock. The gyrating and pushing hitting every side inside his arse, feeling every single movement delivered with a lustful purpose causing his to wriggle and arch his back. Moaning wildly he was unable to keep quiet, he was quickly finding that Connor was very adept in the art of sex as he seamlessly transition in to a rhythmical gentle thrusting. Christian was more heightened than ever still recovering from the first fucking he just got, his own cock began stiffening and bouncing up and down until it started leaking like a faucet and he knew he was about to orgasm again. It happened, the way Connor looked down smiling and using his hips in a gyrating thrust action caused Christian to grab his arms tightly arching his back. This time he bit down on Connor's shoulder to stop him crying out as he shot a big ribbon of seed up along his chest and splashing against his neck. His ass muscles contracted around Connor's cock bringing him to orgasm as he rammed his cock in several times harder than ever against the muscles gripping his cock. His hips unable to stop until the last drop of his cum was milked out. Collapsing on top of Christian through tiredness and sexual exhaustion their bodies sliding against Christian's cum covered chest causing them both to giggle quietly. Finally coming apart then quickly locking together in a sexual embrace, they laid on their sides looking at each other smiling, giggling and kissing until Connor turned over and went to sleep. Christian wondered if he was just being used as sexual relief for him, he instigated the first time they had sex but it appeared Connor just need to fuck so he got it. After a good night’s sleep Christian woke feeling the warm body of Connor next to him, he laid there quietly watching Connor. This was a first, waking up with another man in bed with him and he suspected that the same might actually apply to Connor who was now waking up. His hand was roaming over Christian's body and a smile gradually drew across his mouth. "Morning" Connor said sleepily, "We slept together then by the looks of it" he remarked. Christian smiled "First time I have ever woken up with another man in my bed" he said softly. Connor shuffled closer "Same here" he replied just as softly, "Quite nice really". "What is?. Waking up next to you?" Christian asked to which Connor nodded. "Until the other day I never looked on you as anything but another student" Connor said. "Nerd. If I remember rightly" Christian remarked reminding him then stroking his chest. Connor gave him a cheeky smile "You still are" he said pulling Christian closer wanting a kiss. Christian pulled back "I have morning breath" he said screwing his face up. "So do I" Connor replied refusing to let him go until he got the kiss he wanted. "Breakfast then church archives" Christian said finally managing to escape him. He sat on the side of the bed and looked over his shoulder at Connor's perfect body, that feeling of wanting more with him surfaced and he tried to quell it as they had a job to do. Well he was wondering if there would be a wake up fuck but that clearly wasn't about to happen this morning. In some strange way he had found himself wanting to be around Connor all the time. Christian reached over and pulled some sweats on whilst he was dreading the truth knowing he was falling badly in love with his new friend. After some breakfast they walked along the road and stood outside the church looking up at the plaque that read 1895. "Must be the year the church was built" Christian said looking at him. Connor nodded "If it is then it was years after Travenni disappeared" he replied despairingly. Walking inside the church a priest hurried towards them "Cu ce vă pot ajuta?" he asked. "I am sorry we do not speak Romanian" Christian said hoping the priest spoke English. The priest suddenly stared curiously at Connor "What do you want here?" he asked. "We want to find out about Travenni" Christian said noticing the priest still staring at Connor. Connor nodded "We are trying to find out the history of the village" he added. "Wait" the priest said hurrying off considering how old he looked. "Now that was definitely weird" Christian said as Connor looked at a burial plaque. "I assume you know your parents and all that?" Connor asked glancing at him. Christian nodded "Yes" he said, "My family are pretty normal and boring. Nerdy like me". Connor laughed "I don't know who mine are. I mean I was adopted from a baby" he explained. "Really?" Christian questioned, "It does mention you were adopted" he said. Connor glanced at him "Family secrets" he said then chuckled, "I don't know any different". "So effectively they are your family" Christian said looking up at the altar. "I was left in the church on Christmas day, my history begins there" Connor told him. The priest returned and looked at Connor again "Nu înțelegi cuvintele mele?" he asked him. "No" Connor replied then looked shocked, "I... Do I understand?" he asked scratching his head. Suddenly he felt horrified, confused and ran out of the church "Hey" Christian called after him. "You understand Romanian?" Christian asked catching him up, "How? Why?" he questioned. "I don't know Christian. I have never been here or studied it" Connor answered him. "Okay I may be a nerd, you are just plain weird now" Christian said trying making light of it. Connor shrugged "It might have been the way he said it that I understood". The priest stood in the door "Intră te rog" he said but Connor couldn't understand him. Christian looked at Connor "I am sorry I have no idea what you said" Connor replied. The priest nodded his head "Come I take you to the crypt we have papers and books". They followed him towards the altar then round the back to an old stone staircase hidden behind curtains, these lead them down to some a set of heavy old wooden doors. The priest unlocked it and the stepped inside a crypt, immediately it gave them shivers up their spine stepping in to physical history, the place looked and felt like it had been undisturbed for years. The priest explained in his own version of English that no one comes down here. He then handed them two lamps and stood back at the door telling them he would be upstairs when they are finished. The priest watched unable to believe his eyes, the looks were striking in their resemblance. But a coincidence that if he was, why was here researching the one person that would be looking for him. Everything around them was covered in thick dust and cobwebs, there was no musty smell so it was obviously well built and dry. In the corner stood a large wooden cabinet that Christian walked over to and opened the doors, dislodging dust that filled the air. He waited until it settled then shone his lamp at the interior. "There are only two books here, but they are hefty looking" Christian said. Connor walked over "Papers, they look rather fragile though" he added. Christian carefully pulled one of the books out and opened it, inside was hand written pages and drawings. The writing was in Romanian which was not going to help their cause but it was still worth looking for some words that would stick out. In the meantime Connor carefully took the papers out placing them on a stone tomb then looking over each one. Around half way through the pile he noticed the Kovalek name on a document. Can you translate this "Kovalek urma omonimului direct de familie" he asked. Christian typed on his phone "Kovalek line of the direct family namesake" he said. Christian was typing the word căsătorit "Married" he said pointing to the word on the document. "I guess the other word nenecăsătorit mean unmarried" Connor said and Christian nodded. Moving the lamps closer to the document they began tracing the family name of Kovalek and taking photographs of the document. Fortunately it was pretty easy to follow with names and dates. Marik Kovalek 1610-1680 căsătorit Cesia Havol 1615-1682, - son Marik Kovalek II 1645-1710 căsătorit Clauda Vensher 1650-1720 -- son Marik Kovalek III 1690-1768 căsătorit Corina Dragascu 1695-1766 --- son Razvan Kovalek 1730-1801 căsătorit Adelina Dorin 1740-1807 ---- son Marian Kovalek 1762-1829 necăsătorit ---- son Marik Kovalek IV 1775-1829 căsătorit Nadia Vadim 1784-1829 ----- son Gregor Kovalek 1805- necăsătorit,necunoscut dacă este decedat ----- daughter Larisa Kovalek 1810- dezmoştenit "Larisa was disinherited, Gregor unknown if deceased" Christian said reading from his phone. Connor looked at him "But why then was the daughter listed?" he asked pondering, "The trail seems to run dry with no other decedents". Christian was reading the book again and noticed the name "Look! Gregor Kovalek is mentioned here". Connor picked the book up "Let’s go ask the priest to translate" he suggested, "Might be easier if he is willing to help". They walked up the steps brushing the dust off themselves and saw the priest deep in prayer until he realised they were watching him. He stood up from his kneeling position and noticed they were carrying the book and a piece of paper, gently he nodded his head beckoning them over. They walked over to him and all the while the priest stared at Connor which was unnerving him again. Christian opened the book at the page and asked the priest if he could translate what the paragraph about Gregor Kovalek meant. There was a certain reluctance at first from the priest but he knew if they copied it they could get the transcript translated easy enough. He looked slightly nervous and invited them to sit as he began translating as best he could "Gregor Kovalek is the son of Marik and Nadia Kovalek. By the words in this scripture they tell of when he was 24 years old he roamed the countryside never heeding the warnings or tales circulating around. It says one night he returned under the influence of the blood curse", the priest looked up at them both "Vampire to you" he confirmed then continued, "His curse intensified in 1829 when he extracted the blood of his relatives removing Marian, Mark and Nadia Kovalek, his last surviving relatives except one. By doing so he gained longevity. He took control of the family fortune and Vadimov estate retreating from daylight and extracting blood from the villagers of Travenni slowly and over time. Constant daylight is the only saviour but in these winters of dark sky no one is safe and they retreat inside. Using the only means to protect of garlic, religious symbols and holy water. Inside they remain safe and protected until he is invited to cross the threshold, doing so brings an end to life for all those inside". "So is this a myth or is it true?" Christian asked scribbling notes down furiously, "I mean did he exist at the time?". The priest stared at Connor again "It is long before my time, but some people read truth in to the myth". Connor watched the priest "But like all myths there is no proof to say it is true" Connor remarked. The priest looked at him and turned the pages over near to the end of the book and began reading again "Sarina Voltek suffered two attacks that left the mark of the blood curse on her neck, one villager claims they saw Gregor Kovalek over the body before he vanished in to a swirl of thick black mist that shrouded him. The villagers rose in uproar and the priest gave her sanctuary in the church. She tells of his appearance as a shadow in the corner of her left eye, when she look no one appears in her vision. A cold breath touched her neck, her body chilled before he struck, her heart beating painfully hard. Then it was over and she regained awaken state. Two nights later she hurriedly went out in some delirious state, Kovalek was waiting and striked again, her body sunken and lifeless, only a trace of blood around the marks was left. Kovalek extracted all the blood from her and she no longer had life" he finished looking at Connor again then turned several more pages in the book "The villagers now rebelled at her death and lack of moral responsibility, setting about to destroy the Vadimov estate and Gregor Kovalek with it. He knew of this revolt and the following night any villager outside their home fell, ten villagers in one night laid in pools of red blood around their ripped open necks. Their bodies left by the church in defiance staining the steps blood red to the house of god almighty. The second night the same, bodies piling higher, loved ones taken and families wiped out. During darkness no one dare venture out and Travenni became quiet. By day the exodus began leaving not one villager behind as they headed south to escape him. Their bodies were found spread out in the forests the next day as they ran when he appeared. With devastating calmness he took them one by one without showing any mercy. Kovalek had struck each one leaving them in their own blood, all except three young men from the village. It is not known if they escaped or if Kovalek had taken them to Vadimov" the priest closed the book handing it back to Christian. "Oh my god!" Christian remarked then apologising, "This is so awesome, it is very descriptive like it was real". Connor looked on in disbelief but knew Christian had a point "Do you know where the remains of the village are?" he asked. "Under you" the priest replied looking at him, "Burned to the ground and replaced by Vladeni". "Did he kill his sister that is named here?" Christian asked pointing to Larisa Kovalek. Christian fired another question "Do you believe it is a vampire and still exists?" he asked and realised he sounded stupid asking that. "Wow straight to the point" Connor remarked laughing. The priest stood walking to the altar "It is believed he exists" he said staring at Christ, "It is believed he is a vampire and brought down Dracula". Connor stood by him "But as a man of god you cannot say either way?" he questioned. "On holy ground, Kovalek or his blood would not be able to stand here" the priest replied. The atmosphere suddenly took on the strangest feeling and Christian looked at Connor who in turn looked at him. It was clear they didn't understand what the priest was rambling on about and it was blurring the lines of their research. "We only came to research the persecutions of Romaleva for an assignment" Connor explained. The priest looked at him "You are not here seeking Kovalek then?" he asked slightly confused. "Christ no. Excuse the blasphemy, it is research only" Christian added. The priest stared up at the crucifix and the body of Christ "There are those who believe he still walks in the darkness, preys on tourists that venture out and never get to leave. There is no real evidence as you would expect, no one really knows if he exists as no one dare go to the Vadimov estate or near it. One myth is that once inside you cannot leave, confused and disorientated, walking around endlessly unable to think until darkness falls and he rises" his voice trailing off and looking at them both. "Jacques Boufan, a French tourist disappeared last year, he stayed at the Gydna Guest House close to the Vadimov estate. That should give you plenty to research on". "For a neutral believer you know a lot" Connor said once the priest was quiet. The priest took out a crucifix on a chain "Take it in your hand" he said to Connor. Connor reached out and took hold of it "I am not a vampire" he remarked sounding silly. "Wear it for your own protection here. I implore you" the priest said looking serious. He handed one to Christian who took it "See I am not a vampire either" he said chuckling. The priest nodded looking relieved "No one has ever asked about Kovalek" he reiterated, "You being here is concerning" he added. He gestured for them to follow him in to his office and locked the door behind them which made both the boys slightly nervous. He opened a locked cupboard and took a small folder out then indicated for them to sit down and the priest sat behind his desk opening the folder. "You may photograph this" the priest said carefully taking out a very old piece of paper. "It is written in Romanian" Christian said taking a photo of it with his phone. The priest nodded "It is a prophecy written by a Travenni village seer" he informed them. Connor looked up at the priest "Could you please translate it for us?" he asked. The priest nodded "Born from the bloodline through the years a child with blood of purity will emerge. The blood from mighty ancient families unite and strengthen until they bring forth the one true pure blood through the ages. The one will be highly sought after as the key to unleash him from perpetual darkness. The one who carries the blood of purity will be guarded and protected by him for eternity. For they must live to allow his existence in light. On that day he shall bring fear amongst the living who will return to seek sacred grounds for protection" he spoke the last sentence then looked up at Connor with that weird stare again. Connor watched the priest "Do you make much sense of it all?" he asked. "You mean if it is true?" the priest asked, "It is a prophecy of a local seer". They both looked at the priest "It was written nearly two hundred years ago" the priest added. Connor scribbled some notes down "Well at least we know more than when we arrived" he said. Christian nodded his head closing the notebook "I think we have enough to untangle for today" he said. The priest stood "There is someone you must see. I will ask if they will see you and arrange it" he told them. "Arrange it?" Connor asked standing. "She will have to agree to see you. She can explain more in detail" the priest said. They both stood outside the church watching the priest going inside and closing the large doors, they found a quiet spot in the village and sat down writing up some notes in journal style as Day 1 in Vladeni. Connor was a little subdued when they finished as they went out and began to explore the village before it got dark. Christian was deep in thought coming in to the main square of Vladeni. "Are you going to tell me what has got to you?" Christian asked him. Connor looked at him "I don't know Christian" he replied, "It is all rubbish yet I seem to believe it". "He was convincing" Christian said stopping to look at him, "The crucifix?" he asked. "Yes" Connor replied, "I mean why did he give these to us?" he asked expecting Christian to know. Christian shrugged "I think we should go and see the Vadimov estate for ourselves" he suggested. Connor chuckled "We are not going on the grounds of the estate" he said and Christian agreed. That late afternoon they ventured out of the village towards the Vadimov estate, clearly they were actually both intrigued to see it for themselves. The dirt road lead them through a small wooded area then up a slight incline where two gates stood proud either side of the road. Christian looked at Connor then laughed since either side of the gates was no wall or fence so you could just walk around the locked gates. The house looked run down and unlived in, it was large by comparison to anything they had seen in the village and each end of the building had turrets built in a gothic castle style. It was almost castle like but not quite, yet clearly it was once home to a very wealthy family. Everything seemed so old and untouched which Christian thought was unusual and was about to step around the gate post but Connor put a hand on his arm. "No" Connor said, "We agreed" he said reminding him, "The whole place looks too weird for words". Christian looked up at the house "There is only one way of finding out" he replied stepping forward. Connor pulled him back "Don't, this whole place is giving me the creeps" he said nervously, "I can't explain why". "Maybe that priest cursed you" Christian said with a laugh, "Or he fancied you and gave you a love curse". "You are very funny!" Connor replied smiling at him, "He did keep looking at me weirdly". "Definitely fancies you" Christian reiterated walking off and laughing. Coming out of the wooded area Christian looked across the way "The guest house" he said. "Oh yes" Connor said crossing the road to get a closer look, "Doesn't look too shabby". "Absolutely not" Christian said, "I am happy where we are" he added and was now the one looking nervous. Connor laughed "Please do not tell me you believe any of this" he remarked looking at him. Christian shrugged "I thought you were the one believing this not me" he replied. The continued the walk back in to the village finding a quiet café where they had dinner and went back to the guest house. Under their door was a note from the priest which Christian opened and read the instructions to get to Alterman House for 11am where a lady called Grazie Borsch has agreed to meet with them. Connor though was on his phone grinning away. "What has made you happy?" Christian asked folding the note with instructions. "There is a guy 300 meters from here who wants sex" Connor replied looking at him. Christian looked at him "Oh right. Are you going then?" he asked trying to be chilled about it. "Certainly" Connor replied standing up, "I will be back in a hour". "Wear this then please" Christian said making Connor laugh. He soon realised Christian was not joking "Okay" Connor said putting it around his neck. Christian sat on the bed opening his laptop "I will look up this French tourist". Connor opened the door looking back at Christian and he couldn't work out if he was looking sad or now deep in research. Christian looked up hearing the door closed and wiped his eyes telling him he was being stupid and began typing on his keypad. Strange as this Jacob guy asked to meet him near the church so Connor figured that either he had nowhere to go for sex and wasn't out of the closet yet. Jacob was sat on the wall of the church yard and smiled as Connor approached then hinted for him to follow. There was a little reluctance about doing this on church grounds, but sex was sex so Connor followed and walked around the back of the church in to the graveyard and bushes hiding any action from view. Jacob was leaning against one of the trees waiting patiently, he was average height and very Romanian looking but didn't waste any time since he was clearly desperate to get fucked. He was a very attractive 24 year old that clearly lived a closeted life in this village. Jacob pulled him close then dropped to his knees, his hands extracting Connor's cock then sighing in delighted pleasure with his mouth closing around it and tasting male cock. Connor rolled his head back smiling, his hand forcing the Romanian on his cock deeper. He spoke no words, just erotic moans and choking on the cock being forced down his throat. Jacob stood and pulled his trousers down bending over and supporting himself against the trunk of a tree. Connor glanced around then spat in his hand rubbing it over his cock, he then moved closer dribbling spit down and hitting the target dead on. Slowly edging the head of his cock against Jacob's hole, applying more and more pressure until it gave way allowing him to penetrate. Connor moaned softly with one hand on Jacob's back holding him down in his bent position, Jacob breathed hard making small whimpering noises the deeper Connor penetrated him until he finally pushed back taking all his cock. Connor used his free hand to hold the man by his waist and began fucking him with a gentle yet relentless pace. Connor looked up at the tree canopy and the rustling leaves moving in the warm early evening air. His focus fully on Jacob who was clearly enjoying their sex by the way he was pushing back harder. His balls fizzled and tightened and Connor grabbed him with both hands around the waist as he reached orgasm. His hips thrusting forward meeting his arse then holding still as he felt the riveting pulses travelling up his shaft and ejaculating his cum in to the Romanian man. Jacob moaned loudly grinding and using his arse sucking in every drop from this tourist. Slowly pulling his cock out, Jacob went back on his knees sucking Connor's cock in a gesture of thanks. Within seconds Connor packed his cock away and kissed Jacob on the cheek and left him there. Leaving the church grounds. He saw Jacob light up a cigarette smiling away in the ever growing darkness falling around them. Out of sight and on the dirt track walking towards the main road he suddenly stopped turning his head quickly either side with a feeling he was not alone. Nothing, there was no one there, no footsteps or sign of life, it didn't stop the shiver running up his spine and he turned around just in case but the track behind him was empty. Connor chuckled to himself wondering if he was now hearing things after all the mysterious tales of today. It didn't stop him from quickening his pace back to the guest house to see what Christian had found out. Jacob smoked his cigarette against the tree to leave a few minutes gap between him and the tourist leaving the church yard. The village as usual was pretty quiet now evening had closed in, a few people either going or coming from the pub in the next street could be heard in the distance. Walking down the dirt track to the main road he thought he saw someone to his left and quickly glanced then wondered if the dark shadows cast by the trees was playing games. He definitely heard a noise like someone was smelling something, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up whilst a shiver ran down his spine freezing him to the spot. In front of him stood a tall slim young man, piercing blue eyes that were fixed on him, he couldn't blink or stop looking at him slightly confused by his sudden appearance and his look. The tall young man said nothing yet desperate to taste him, he knew he couldn't risk taking the man's life. Upsetting the locals was the last thing he wanted right now but he needed to know. His finger lifted Jacob's chin and moved his head to the right, leaning forward close to his exposed neck and sniffing. The scent of nicotine and a hint of garlic in his blood hit his acute sense of smell, a single drop of this blood would make him sick for weeks. Instead he slipped his hand inside Jacob's trousers and underwear, pushing a finger deep up his hole until he felt the slickness of the cum. Pulling his finger out he sniffed long and hard, then again and he smiled nodding. His finger began to burn and he quickly wiped it on Jacob's shirt disappearing from the man's vision. Jacob remained fixed in his transient state, his head still looking over to the right like it was frozen in position for several minutes. He then leaned over and vomited bile multiple times, his body felt cold and he was disorientated and sat on the ground. He couldn't make sense of anything or clear his head that was in pain yet it didn't hurt. Blissfully unaware he stood and began walking past the church to the end of the main road and out of the village. His eyes unable to focus or see properly but his feet kept moving, through the small wood and up the dirt track, the open gates allowing him to pass through. His feet carrying him up the drive to Vadimov mansion, up the three steps the ornate doors opened and he stepped inside the mansion, the doors closed. He was aware of the inside of this large mansion but his feet kept moving, down a flight of steps where the stark coldness of the air met his skin. Jacob knew he didn't want to be here yet he couldn't fight off the force in his head that controlled him. Turning the corner through an open door his vision picking up a skeleton hanging by the bones of their feet from manacles attached to the stone roof. Fear running through his body then he saw the metal cage in the perfect shape of a human with legs and arms apart. He still had enough of his own thoughts to know this was a contraption designed to keep a person trapped limiting any movement. Again he tried to fight it and tears began rolling down his cheeks unable to stop what he was doing, he stepped in to it placing his legs and arms in position leaning back. A figure appeared and pulled the front of the cage round, as soon as the two parts met numerous clasps began closing all around securing him within the frame. The figure moved away and the pain in his head lifted and he felt himself regaining some control, he tried moving but his body was completely immobilised inside the cage. Jacob was only able to move fingers and toes, every other part of his body was held in place by the cold metal of the cage. The fog completely lifted and in an intense surge his thoughts returned like a bang in his head causing him to pass out. Marcin walked up the stairs and bowed his head at his master who stood there in the entrance hall. Without a word he left Vadimov mansion and went back to his guest house. Jacob's eyes slowly fluttered coming to, he could see nothing in the darkness, his body being forced in to a weird standing position feeling the metal pressing against every part of him. The cages purpose to instil fear and panic was doing what it was meant to, Jacob panicked remembering what he had seen walking in to the room without reasonable explanation as to why he did. He could smell the metal that was so close to his face, he could smell a stale odour assaulting his nostrils as he cried and screamed for help. His trapped body aching all over unsure how long he had been like this now, he could do nothing but wait for whatever fate was coming his way. Recollecting the strange walk up to the mansion he now remembered he was inside Vadimov mansion and the tales of the Kovalek vampire freaked him out and he screamed and cried for help for several hours. Connor sat in the lounge for half an hour having a coffee and trying to work out what had come over Christian. He never for one moment assumed that Christian was falling for him. Standing up he put a smile on and went upstairs back to their room. Inside he saw Christian was writing away, he glanced up and nodded his head then went back to writing. Connor sat on the bed "Did you have any luck?" he asked Christian who was slightly ignoring him. "You can read about it in the paper when I write it up" Christian replied. Connor stood up "Whatever" he said taking his clothes off, "I am going for a shower". Christian put down his notepad watching Connor grab a towel leaving the room. His worst fear was coming true, he had fallen hard for a person who showed no interest other than random sex.

Part 9 Chris's immediate physical response was a loss of breath. The rush of the slam made him cough uncontrollably. He thought this was probably the last moments of his life. Dying naked in a sling with drugs in his system. God would punish him and send him to a hell that he only began to imagine in that moment. That thought of death was surprisingly not met with fear because this wasnt a time for emotion. Gregs massive cock was in him and the way he plunged it into Chris without mercy also simultaneously caused the boy to take a quick intake of breath. Only he didnt have the ability to take it. The coughing fit and the sharp pain of the raw cock stretching him were all too much. Meanwhile the video hadnt stopped. The screams by the men and the top to "poz the boy" were relentless as the top bred the bottom. Thoughts of his demise turned out to be far too premature. Suddenly he felt Hunters hand on his chest again. What he didnt realize was Hunters hand was there from the moment he pulled the band off Chris's arm. The shock was wearing off and feeling was returning to Chris. Hunters touch felt electric. His coughing stopped and a heat permeated his body. Hunters touch made the heat more intense and yet it wasnt enough. He needed more. And the pain of his hole being stretched became something different. Need. Greg was deep but Chris wanted him deeper. The need for more prompted him to raise his arms toward Greg as if to beckon him. Greg obliged and bent down again laying on top of the boy and making out again. "Fuck boy. You feeling good huh?" Chris just moaned into Gregs mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into the kiss. Greg responded with a moan of his own and accepted as much of Chris's tongue as he could get. Meanwhile he stayed balls deep in the boy and rocked inside him, flexing his cock and trying to press against the boys prostate. Chris still wasnt down from that initial highest of highs enough to figure out what to make of all that was happening. What he did know was that his life was now divided into two: before slam and after slam. Before this slam he knew he had parts of his body that would arouse him when they were touched. But now every inch of his body was a pleasure center, outside and inside. He could suddenly feel every ridge and vein of Gregs throbbing cock. He felt how deep inside him he was. He felt Gregs chest pressed on top of his as he pushed himself up against the man to somehow get even closer. Their making out became breathless just as Chris had regained his breathing. There was no chance to think. He wanted to feel this way forever. Feeling the need to be touched like this and having that need met by a man as gorgeous as Greg. Greg pulled himself up having to fight the pull of Chris's arms. He wanted to see this boy he was fucking and get a look at his raw cock fucking in and out of him. Chris was looking up at him so intently like he was trying to memorize every detail of Gregs face. Greg noticed how Chris's face had changed with the high running through him. He was more animal, acting on instinct instead of thought, taking what he wanted and not thinking about consequences. He loved his boys like this. But looking at how changed the boy was reminded him that the high from the slam he did when he first got to Hunters place had mostly worn off. He looked at Hunter who was still at Chris's side now stroking his own dripping cock. "You dont wanna feed that to him?" Greg asked Hunter. "Later. I see where his focus is for now. Hes in love." Greg chuckled knowing thats exactly the look Chris had on his face as he looked up at the man who was fucking him. Whether or not Chris heard any of this wasnt clear to either man standing since the boys gaze never wavered. "You look like you could use...a pick me up." Greg smiled at Hunter. "You read my mind." Hunter turned his attention to his kit to get one of the prepared rigs for Greg. Greg leaned back down to kiss Chris softly. He looked into the boys eyes and asked "Feeling good boy?" Chris just nodded. It was as if he was in a trance. "I'm gonna stay deep in you like this but I cant promise that Ill have much control once Hunter gives me what he gave you. Your hole feels so good around my cock I might just cum as soon as he slams me. You ok with that?" It didnt matter how Chris answered. Greg was going to breed this boy. But he wanted to hear Chris say that he wanted Gregs cum in this intimate moment when they were as closely connected as they could be. "Yeah." Chris's first word since his slam. "Yeah what boy? Tell me." "I...I..I want you to cum." Damn, Greg thought. This high and still had some inhibitions. Those religious boys from conservative families were hard to break and he was working on one such boy now. That only pushed Greg closer to the edge of his cum. "Yeah? Where do you want me to cum boy?" "I...I....cum in me." "Whats that? Say that again boy. With conviction. Like you really want it. I don't believe you." "Cum inside me. Please. Gimme that cum." "Fuck. Yeah? You sure?" Greg could see that his promptings were pushing Chris to open his mind to what he really wanted. He watched as Chris's face became more resolute and assured. "Fuck yes. Shoot those fucking poz ropes of cum in me." The sudden outburst almost shook Chris lucid. Had he just asked Greg to cum in him and poz him? He had never once considered that. But he knew what he said and what he said was what he wanted. This was after slam Chris and after slam Chris craved poz cum. "Fucking flood me with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Greg lifted himself up again as Hunter came close with the band and rig. "Looks like he put it all together. Our boy wants to get pozzed up." Hunter looked at Chris who finally turned from Greg and looked back at him as if noticing for the first time that he was even in the room. "Yeah boy? You wanna get pozzed?" Chris nodded. "Fuck yeah. But Chris?" He gave Chris a look now as if to say listen closely. "Chris? How do you know you werent pozzed before today?" Chris's eyes grew wide as the realization hit him. And then the smile. Chris smiled at Hunter as the look on his face transformed from shock to pure lust. As the realization hit Chris, he looked back and forth to the two men and as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, moaned out "Fuuuuuuuuck." Both men noticed that Chris's cock was as hard as it had been the whole day and it was leaking precum all over his abs. Greg was also benefiting from Chris's pleasure as he felt the boys hole squeeze his cock gripping it and milking it and trying to pull it in deeper. Greg smiled in response as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Yeah boy. Thats what youre about to get. Im gonna fucking breed you with my poz cum so deep." He was balls deep in Chris and tried to focus so he could hold his position as Hunter tied the band around his arm and found a vein. When Hunter pulled away after finishing the slam, Greg raised his arm and coughed through that initial impact. He loved getting slammed while he was inside a bottom but this hole was so tight and knowing that it was a neg boy who wanted to get pozzed up made him wild. As he rode the high he pushed his weight against Chris's hole trying to get even deeper than was possible. Chris could feel the change in Greg just in the way the cock inside him felt. Almost like it was growing fatter. It felt like it was stretching him even more. But there was no pain. This was all pleasure. He looked back up to Greg and saw the change in his face. It looked like lust on the verge of violence. Chris braced himself. "Oh fuck boy. You feel that cock?" Gregs breathing was heavy from the coughing but also as he got closer to cumming. His fucking became more frantic pulling almost completely out before slamming his cock deep into the boy at an increasing speed. The two were moaning loudly now unable to form words. Greg reached down and held Chris's shoulders to get deeper with each stroke. He looked deep into Chris and found some words but not sentences. "Cumming....pozzing....boy.....fuck..." and then the slamming strokes that would tell any observer that Gregs ropes of poz cum were being shot into Chris. The spasms, the shaking, all told Hunter that this was a huge load. But what made this easily one of the hottest things Hunter had ever witnessed was that as Greg began to shoot his load Chris also was on the verge of cumming. He never found his words so it came out in a long moan that was broken up by each rope that he shot. Hunter saw cum shooting up onto Chris's chest and face and more than one rope that hit Gregs neck and chin. As he came Chris's legs moved off the sling and tightened around Greg but in constant movement as if unable to maintain control. Hunter couldnt tell if one was shaking the other or if both were shaking together as if they were a single unit. As Greg slowed himself down he wrapped his arms around Chris and they kissed deep. Both still shivered with periodic tremors as they made out from the intense cum they had both experienced. As Greg pulled himself from the kiss he looked into Chris's eyes again. The boy was still very high. "Fuck youre hot boy. That might have been the most cum I have ever shot at once." Chris just smiled. "You are so adorable." Greg turned to Hunter as if to seek his agreement. What he saw was cum all over the floor. Hunter had cum with the boys and shot all around him like he was trying to paint the floor with his cum. "Guess you enjoyed watching that." Hunter laughed. "That was fucking hot boys. Two boys fucking is hot. A top pozzing a neg bottom is fucking hot. But you two got me at that next level. Fuck." Greg turned to look at Chris again but was still talking to Hunter. "How did you find the hottest boy on campus? If there are anymore like him at that school...fuck youre hot." He pressed his mouth against Chris's again and their passion was just as deep as before they came. When the kiss broke, Chris spoke his first words since he came. "You would like Tyler." Greg cocked his head slightly at the statement and turned to Hunter though it wasnt clear who he was talking to. Maybe both of them. "Who's Tyler?"

I felt moistness on my lips. Roberto was kissing me, his long, wet tongue washed over my lips. He bit into my left lower lip, not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to illicit a groan from me. My eyes were still shut, basking in all the sensations my mind and body was experiencing. I could still hear the echoing sirens somewhere in the distance but they seemed to be fading further away as if it had passed and moved on. The rattling of the chains on the sling appeared to be getting louder and louder, blending with the deep bass that would fade in and out. It was like some demented remix being piped into the room. I felt like I was floating and sinking at the same time but in some freeze-frame slow motion that I couldn't comprehend. I opened my eyes briefly to see Roberto standing over me, jerking that snake with a mischievous look on his face. Darkness seemed to envelope him as he fell out of sharpness in my vision as if he were slowly being pulled away, as the depth of field was swallowing him. The pupils in his eyes appeared to glow a dark, crimson red as he smiled at me. Suddenly his face started to break apart like pixels in a retro 8-bit halftone graphic. The pixels were large and then would break into themselves, condensing into even smaller halftone bits. I squinted trying to get a focus, trying to comprehend what was happening. And then suddenly again his face would reform back to normal (if this was normal?). I closed my eyes as a new heat formed between my legs. I floated again seeming to stay weightless. My upper body felt as if it were hovering towards the darkness of the ceiling. The lower half of my body, in contrast, appeared to be getting heavier as if an extra weight had been placed in between my legs. There was also a sense of a radiant heat coming from my lower half. I felt a new pressure on my chest, a pinching on my nipples that was both soft and firm, alternating so quickly that I could barely have time to register a reaction. It was pain and pleasure occurring so fast that by the time I could enjoy it, I was already moaning in pain. It was dizzying. It was overwhelming. I didn't want it to stop. The heat between my legs intensified. Warmth mixed with mass was creating some new volume that seemed to get L A R G E R. Then it would recede and feel slightly smaller, yet the burn was just as intense. And then it would get WIDER and HEAVIER. Again, there was that burn that was so magnificent. I was moaning and writhing in a kind of subdued, wanted pain. The sensation was occurring repeatedly in a pattern: wide, heavy, small, burn, repeat. The pressure on my nipples was also continuing in a different pattern, this one more gentle mixed with a prolonged HARD pinch that only made me spread my legs further as I jumped back slightly on the sling. "Oh yeah," I heard Roberto moan. "Fistfuck that manpussy!" I opened my eyes, squinting rapidly until my vision sharpened. He was cheering on Ivan who was between my legs. Ivan stared at me intensely, with a look that was almost mean but I knew was appreciation. "Your fuckin' mancunt is so HUNGRY!!!" Ivan yelled as he shoved his big Russian fist in my hole. Mass. Large. Volume. Heat. Burn. I closed my eyes again, moaning, as my body felt like it was sinking into a dark, vast hole that was so large I couldn't see the walls around me. All I could feel was this rapid descent that was somewhat frightening and yet oddly comforting. "Fuckin' TAKE IT!!!" Ivan yelled louder over the bass. In the distance I could still hear the sirens, faint as it was. "God your mancunt is so loose!" Ivan continued, his fist pulling out of my hole. Mass. Large. Volume. "It's so fuckin' soft!" He pushed in fast! Heat. Burn. "Oh MAN!!!l" Ivan screamed as Roberto egged him on. MASS. LARGE. VOLUME. My eyes were still closed. I was descending further into the deep, dark hole, weightless, yet heavy, sinking like a tiny rock that weighed like a boulder into a deep, dark, waterless ocean. He pulled out violently, stretching my hole. HEAT. BURN. Moistness on my lips again. "Seu manpussy é mágico," Roberto whispered softly into my ear as he kissed me passionately. I didn't understand him-and understood him-at the same time. I spread my legs further, pulling them forward on the straps, closer to my chest, allowing more access. Ivan continued to pummel my hungry hole. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensation, descending deeper and deeper into the mysterious chasm in my mind. The rhythmic pattern of Ivan fistfucking my hole moved in unison to the sounds of rattling chains, deep bass and a whispering of sirens, that were now so faint, that I was unsure if I had imagined them in the first place. Mass. Large. Volume. Heat. Burn. I rocked with Ivan's force, swinging on the sling backwards and forwards as he pushed and pulled his thick fist inside my manhole. "GODDAMNITTTTTTT!!!" He screamed in awe. His yelling echoed in my ears, my eyes still closed, as his voice bounced around in my head and in the imagined vast chasm in my mind that I continued to sink into. G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T... g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ... There was more heavy darkness around me and in my head, imagined blackness so thick, as if shadows could take on a dimension, gaining in density and weight. The fistfucking motion suddenly got more intense. Ivan was now inserting his thick hand curled in a ball, in and out, in and out, rapidly into my manhole. This went on repeatedly without count as the walls of the chasm seemed to stretch wider apart, screaming in a metallic shriek that I was unsure if it were the chains on the slings, or something else ringing in my mind. And then suddenly Ivan pulled out very violently. I caught my breath not even realizing that I was actually panting very rapidly. My hole seemed open, loose and wide, like the vast space in my mind that I had been imagining and experiencing. "Isso é tão bonito," Roberto said, pushing Ivan away, as he stepped in between my legs. "Let me get in there." I felt his fingers caressing my asslips that were stretched out. "Ele se sente tão suave" His hand slid in easily. He pulled out gently. "Beautiful," Roberto pushed in again, then pulled out a little faster. My eyes were still closed. The bass seemed to get louder as the sound of the sling chains faded off. I was suddenly floating and the vast waterless ocean seemed to now be all filled with warm, soothing liquid. Gentle waves washed around my body. Roberto pushed in slowly. His hand was curled into a ball seeking more space into my willing tunnel. He was feeling for an invitation, sensing my tolerance and ability for more admittance of his hand and strong forearm. A dark wave hit me gently on my side, the imagined liquid comforting me. Roberto pushed in slightly, micro-inch by micro-inch. Waves were all around me and I swore I heard the ocean but it could have been the bass beats morphing into an imagined rhythm inside my head. Roberto slowly pulled out a micro-inch and then at the same slow, cautious pace, pushed in more. I moaned uncontrollably. He pulled out slightly and then pushed in again, gaining another micro-inch. And again. And again. It felt amazing : being fucked liked this. His forearm was thick and firm, heavy like a huge, hard cock shot up with Trimix. The fistfucking sensation inside my tunnel felt heavenly as my hole was so relaxed, so open, so wide. SO HUNGRY. "Beautiful," Roberto seemed to sing. SHARPNESS on my lips. My eyes opened suddenly to discover Ivan's huge face next to mine. He was biting HARD on the corners of my mouth. The sudden sensation of slight pain jolted me back to reality. "How are you?" Ivan asked, checking in on me while twisting hard on my right nipple. "Oh fuck," I moaned in reply. "I am really good. Just fucking FLYING!l!!" He twisted my nipple again then alternated to my left one and pinched it hard. My legs automatically spread wider as Roberto pushed in deeper. “Good then,” Ivan declared, flatly in a tone so heavy, that I felt the boulder sinking again. “Let’s take you higher…” I sensed a strong chemical scent under my right nostril and a slight pinch on my left. “Now the other side,” Ivan continued, repeating the process on my left. “Good boy,” he pinched my nipples HARD as I inhaled uncontrollably. I was descending now in the deep, unknown darkness of space at an accelerated rate. I could hear a gust of wind, flapping around my collapsing heavy body, the sound so loud and deafening, that I was getting lost, moving so fast that the noise blended with the deep bass that I could barely distinguish between the real and imagined audio overtaking me. HEAT. BURN. “Belo! Belo!” Roberto broke the darkness. The burn in between my legs would intensify then suddenly fade into some soft blur. I was weightless again, yet the darkness now was comforting. In some immeasurable distance I saw a faint micro-dot of light. It was so faint yet intense in its brightness. In contrast to the darkness, it shined brilliantly like a single magical star. HEAT. BURN. The star exploded into a supernova, a burst so intense and immediate. Then it would disappear, fading slowly, then rapidly, again only that faint tiny dot of light somewhere… MASS. VOLUME. WEIGHT. There was a new boulder, a different one. This was heavier, larger, immense. I was sinking again, back to the accelerated rate, as if I had never stalled, the gusts of wind mixed with the demented bass enveloping me. I opened my eyes for a mere moment as it was all I could do, any longer was impossible…unwanted. I saw Ivan now side by side with Roberto, both worshipping in between my legs, their faces almost unrecognizable, just sharp colors of light in their pupils. They each held one of my legs with their outside arms, pulling my legs further apart, then further back on the straps chained to the sling, rattling. The rattle blended with the dark soundtrack in my mind that I felt like I was sinking in an extended remix. “Beautiful,” Ivan pronounced. “Belo,” Roberto followed. HEAT. BURN. Ivan slowly glided his hand alongside Roberto’s wrist, inching into my hole that was opening up without my will, without my control. “Fuckin’ HOLE!” Ivan yelled. MASS. VOLUME. WEIGHT. I sensed now what he was doing and this time I pulled my own legs back, with what energy, I do not know. I felt more pressure that seemed to go on for an eternity as I could hear my heavy panting, breathing over the deep bass and rattling chains. The pressure continued until the darkness took over again, suddenly and without warning. Sinking. Flying. S I n k I n g … f l y I n g…s I n k I n’ … The darkness seemed to be coming in, as if the vast tunnel was now contracting. In between my legs I sensed some new existence that was overwhelming, frightening, beautiful. The darkness rapidly contracted at an accelerated rate that I sensed the walls nearing me, although I still could not see it. The pressure on my hole seemed to disappear fading away slowly as I descended rapidly, the walls so close now, I could almost reach out into the void and feel them encircling me. Below me I saw the faint light that still seemed so far, yet I sensed I was approaching it, descending, getting closer and closer to it with its intense brightness and sensing its strange, comforting warmth. HEAT. And as I rapidly fell, the walls accelerated exponentially in their contraction that I could almost sense the mass and gravity around me, like a black hole pulling and trapping all existence into one tiny point of light that was at the edge of this imagined space in my mind. Ivan and Roberto fistfucked me in unison, their arms entangled inside my hole, merged into one massive new monster of muscle. The monster fucked my hungry manhole, pulling out slowly, so slowly that the stretch caused my insides to quiver. They pushed back in slowly again, their combined mass inside my tunnel gliding over my prostate. Every move was a miniature dance, slight paces to the right, left, in and out. I was shaking uncontrollably, the anal orgasms washing over me, back and forth, back and forth. They were both exclaiming and cursing at the same time but I could not hear them over my crys of joy and pain. The walls came tumbling down disintegrating at a massive speed that was unimaginable, indescribable. All of existence contracted within me as I shrank in size, weight, and mass and fell into the intense brightness of the micro-dot of light that was now at me, taking over me so suddenly that the darkness that was around suddenly disappeared. FLASH. PURE WHITE LIGHT. B U R N.

One of the first guys to breed me did this. He fucked and bred me a few times then he ordered me to cum on his cock. I was so fucking horny and I came on his cock and he shoved his cock back inside me and fucked me and bred me mixing our cum as one and putting it deep in me. That was so fucking hot. Never used my own as lube though. I cum so much and the loads get smaller each time it's pointless

Last week I stopped by a bookstore on my way home from work. When I got there I walked in a booth a really cute asian guy was completely naked and jacking off too some MMF porn. I dropped too my knees and starting sucking his hard cock he had some tasty precum. He stood up and starting taking my close off and sucking my cock,after he got me nice and hard he turned around and leaned on the wall and told me too eat his ass. After rim his hot tight whole for a few minutes and jerking him off I spit on his ass and started fingering his ass while I jerked off. I slid my cock up and down his smooth crack and then slid it in nice and slow. Once I was in he told me too fuck him harder as I pumple away another guy heard the moaning and came in the room it was a black guy I have seen there a few times and sucked off he has a really fat cock. While I fucked away at the tight asians ass the black guy fed him his big cock it got so hot that I blew my load. The black guy starts rimming his ass and eating my creampie while im getting dressed and then starts fucking the asian as I was leaving it was a very hot fuck session