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My name is Mark. I’ve been taking classes in the city for a while. At 23 years old I haven’t had much socializing what with focusing on my studies. I check the gay apps, Grindr, Growlr, Recon, all the fun stuff. I mostly window shop. I rarely hookup. There are a few bars near by that I occasionally go by for a drink. But it’s been a while since I’ve had any real sex. I play safe with rubbers like a responsible young guy, but I’ve never needed to go on prep since my sex life is very sparse. I live in a small two bedroom apartment with a roommate. An older guy, Vince. Vince is an odd one. He’s always horny and hooking up. Guys come and go from our place like a fast food restaurant. I don’t mind it though. He pays for more then his fair share of the rent so it’s a good deal for me since city living is harsh enough as is. He’s expressed interest in me too but I always turn him down. He isn’t my type and his “interests” don’t really aline with mine much. The thing is. He’s poz. And I don’t care if a guy is poz undetectable but Vince either vary rarely takes meds or not at all. His poz status is actually full blown AIDS. Very thin and gaunt, bald, in his 70s. But he still gets around no problem with youthful vigor. He’s what they call a ‘gifter’. Someone who’s kink it is to spread the bug to neg guys. He’s told me before and has charged up a lot of guys in his room or in the living room, or any other room in the place. He likes to brag to me about it, and has jokingly talked about pozzing me too but I brush it off as him being weird. Sometimes I’ll find him fucking someone right in the open as I get home and he’ll casually say hi to me. But like I said, I don’t mind it. That’s his prerogative and we keep things civil between us. I definitely could be stuck with worse roommates. Probably the only complaint I do have is his constant masterbating in every room of the flat. He’ll jack off 2 or 3 times a day and he’ll let his cum splatter anywhere. The stuff is usually really thick and voluminous. Sometimes he cleans it up, other times I end up cleaning it up. Especially after stepping in it. Even if we’re watching tv sitting next to each other, if he has the urge, he’ll whip it out and start stroking. It’s obnoxious but I accept it. Oh and if he wasn’t poz and my type, I’d still be very hesitant to mess around with him. It’s his dick. He has a 14 inch cock. Well 36 cm. So a little more then 14. Not very thick but that only emphasizes it’s length. Which explains why so many guys want to give it a try. It’s a monster of a thing and there’s no way I could possibly take that beast. I have trouble with guys who were 7 inches. So Vince’s flag pole would probably impale me before it went balls deep. The thought makes me wince. One day in the morning I went to the kitchen to get some coffee. Vince was there, he had already made a pot. I could smell the fresh brew and went to the cabinet to grab a mug and sure enough *squish* I stepped in a thick pile of cum on the kitchen floor. It squished between my toes. It was thick like slimy tapioca pudding and warm, it had an off white yellowish color to it. “Morning Mark. Sleep well?” He asked me. “Ugh, Vince you got cum on the floor again.” I was leaning against the counter wiping the stuff off my foot with a paper towel. “Oops, guess I forgot that one. I was horny. Ya know I could lick it clean off ya if ya like. I’d be happy to suck your toes.” “No thanks. I got it.” He was a kinky one too. He’d usually offer to do something like that to me. But I had no interest and would casually turn him down. “Thanks for making coffee at least.” I prepared my cup. Vince came up behind me and passed me the cream. When he did his hard on slipped up my leg and went under my boxers, resting on my crack. He likes to find whatever excuse he can to touch my with his cock. It’s usually just a brief jab or slap. I try to ignore it. “Want some cream young man?” “Yeah thanks Vince.” Vince then thrusted forward and his cock head went between my cheeks and hit my hole hard. “Ouch Vince what’s that for?” “You said you wanted me cream. I’m just obliging you.” He kept the pressure up, his cock head pressing firmly against my asshole. He gave another sharp jab and his head started to party my sphincter. “Ouch! Come on man, you know that’s not what I meant.” “Oh well, can’t blame a guy for trying.” Vince pulled his cock away. A trail of pre with it. Great now I have a greased up ass. I fixed my coffee and sat at the table. My ass hurting a bit. I was going through some of my school papers. Vince was next to me with a hand on my shoulder. His other hand stroking his monster cock. It was darker then the rest of his body and very veiny, like a throbbing spiderweb all up and down his shaft. His balls were equally impressive. Low hanging and large like two plums dangling. That explains how he can cum so much. He was shameless and insatiable. “So when are you gonna let me have a go at that unused ass of yours?” “Not today.” I was more focused on my papers then what he was doing. “One of these days I’ll dump a load up in you.” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re welcome to try.” I say sarcastically. “He he, we’ll see neg boy.” His stroking got faster and he was grunting in my ear. He was about to reach climax. “Can you aim that in a towel or something?” I turned toward him but that’s when he started to cum. “Aaagh! Fuck!” Thick globby ribbons of cum shot out at me. It got on my chin and my chest. Getting all over my tank top. He held my shoulder in place and unloaded all over me. There was so damn much of it and it smelled gross. “Oh jeeze Vince!” I got up covered in his toxic sludge. “It’s your fault for being so cute. Who doesn’t like a cum bath?” “Very funny.” I wandered to the bathroom trying not to let the stuff drip on to the floor. I was going to shower anyway but this was definitely an incentive. I looked at myself in the mirror. My chin and neck had a lot of it and it slowly ran down my chest. I scooped up some of the stuff and looked at it in my hand. ‘How can he cum so much all the time?’ I was a little envious of his virility. For a moment I thought about what it would taste like and brought it up to my mouth, but it’s smell was rancid and I seriously doubt I could handle swallowing any of it. I took off my tank and boxers and showered up. The last of the whitish yellow paste sinking it’s way down the drain. I hoped that stuff wouldn’t clog the pipes. When I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, Vince was sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table and his semi hard dick resting on his stomach. I walked past him to get to my room and change but he grabbed my arm. “Come sit and relax. I brought your mug here.” My coffee mug was between his feet. His toes rubbing against the rim. “I gotta get dressed.” He grabbed my towel and ripped it off. “You can get dressed later, I could use some eye candy. How’s your ass by the way? Hope my thing here didn’t hurt you too bad.” “It’s fine Vince. You didn’t penetrate despite your goofing around.” “Come let me see.” Vince pulled me in front of him and spun me around. Ass facing toward him. “Come on dude. Haven’t you messed with me enough this morning?” He spread my ass revealing my hole. “My that’s a beautiful ass. Milky white with a subtle shade of rosey pink on your pucker.” Then I felt a finger on my hole. He was rubbing it around. “What are-“ “Shush, I’m just inspecting you. Gotta admit it’s getting me hard again.” Vince was usually handsy and forward but this was especially blunt for him. He was definitely up to something. Then he stood up still spreading my ass. “I can inspect you better with this.” That’s when he stuck his cock at my puckering hole. Rubbing his tip at it. He then repositioned his hands holding my hips pulling me towards him. “Oh ha ha. Sure, next thing you’ll want to do an internal inspection. Shove it in me why don’t you?” I mock with sarcasm and snark. “Wouldn’t that be fun? But I teased you enough. Go on go get dressed.” As he said that he squatted back down to sit on the couch his hands still on my hips. The movement threw me off balance and I ended up slipping. I threw my hands back to catch myself on the couch but my ass already went down into Vinces lap. As I went down my ass ended up slamming on Vinces cock, and it forcefully plunged up into my ass. My hands caught part of my fall which stopped me from getting fully skewered on it, but quite a bit of it already went up inside me. “Aaah! Fuck fuck! Shit! That fucking hurts!” The pain of the intrusion made my body lock up. I couldn’t move. “Oooh! Oh my… It’s in you Mark. I wasn’t planning on fucking an ass this early in the morning but this is quite a pleasant surprise. Your insides are so tight and hot. Looks like you got the first 5 inches in there. About 9 more inches left to go. “Fuck Vince! We can’t do this! And you’re way too damn big. Ah it hurts.” “Then maybe we should exercise those guts of yours.“ Vince then started to move his hips up and down, he was starting to fuck me as I was squatting over it. “There we go let’s get a couple more inches in you.” “Ah! No Vince. I need to get it out.“ I started to move my ass up inching his cock out of me. But then Vince put his hands on my thighs and was pulling me back down. “Just for a little bit Mark. You feel so good, just let me blow off one load in you.“ “Come on Vince! Please there’s no way I could handle you, plus you’re poz!“ “Oh fine.“ Vince let go of my thighs and stopped his thrusting. I slowly raised my ass up and got him out of me. “Perhaps I should inspect your ass again? Make sure I didn’t do any damage inside you?“ “Oh you did plenty of ‘inspecting’ as is. I’m getting dressed.“ I sorely hobbled to my room, my ass on fire from Vince’s monster cock. I only had less than half of it’s length in me but just that much was torturous enough as it was. He would normally pull pranks every now and again, but this went way too far. It was the first time I had a cock in me in years. Sitting on a long 14 incher is definitely not some thing you should do when you’ve been out of practice, especially a 14 inch poz cock. When I was in my room I rubbed some ointment on my ass to make it feel better. When the soreness was subsiding a bit I was able to enjoy my fingers on my ass. I stuck a couple in feeling around. Trying to put the fact that it was an old trolls poz cock out of my mind, there was some degree of eroticism of a cock going inside me. Even if the circumstances were far from ideal. I laid on my bed fingering myself while stroking my own 6 inch uncut cock. It wasn’t an impressive length, but it wasn’t small either. It was average but it got the job done. As I was beating my own meat and fingering my ass I was trying to imagine that monster cock going back up inside me omitting who it belonged to. I may be cautious and responsible but I was still a red blooded man. Eventually I managed to reach orgasm and shoot my own load on my chest. Rather than go out for another shower I just scooped it up and licked it off my fingers. Now I could finally get dressed. The rest of the morning went without incident. I went to class and focused on the lectures. My ass still had a dull soreness to it courtesy of Vince. I’ll bet he’s at home jacking off to the events of earlier today. Oh who am I kidding, he’s definitely destroying another recon rando’s ass. Probably leaving cum piles for me to find. I got home in the evening. I had a bunch of assignments I needed to get to work on, but I was tired and didn’t feel like it. They could wait till a little later. When I entered the apartment Vince was seriously fucking a young twink, slamming into him balls deep. The twink was partly moaning, partly screaming with Vince’s hands covering his mouth. Muffling the sounds. It looked like the guy was loving and hating it all at the same time. ‘Damn, bravo taking all that little dude’ I thought. “Welcome home Mark. Don’t mind me just infecting this little bottom slut. If your ass has recovered then get in line. I’ll breed you up after this one.“ “No thanks. It was a long day for me. I just want to fix a drink and relax. You have your fun.” Vince continued demolishing the young guy in the living room while I was going about my business. Got to admit it was a little annoying hearing Vince talk like that about me in front of a stranger. I don’t want a bunch of randos getting the impression that I am taking his loads too. Gossip amongst gays tends to get around. I watched Vince fuck the living daylights out of the guy, watching his huge member go in and out of the slender ass. It was kinda hot in its own way. Vince looked at me and winked. I put together a whisky soda and set my bag in my room. I heard Vince grunt and yell in the other room. Yup he’s dumped another load. When I came out he was sending the limping guy on his way. I enjoyed my drink and he was on the couch dick slumped over his thigh, still wet with juices. “How was your day? Learn anything good?” “It was fine. Just a lot going on. Several essays due soon and I just don’t have the energy for it.” “You need to unwind. Why don’t you sit and watch the news with me?” I chugged half my drink and plopped down on the sofa next to Vince. He was still naked but nothing new. It was still a bit of a shocking sight to see a massive piece of meat on such a thin man. “How’s your ass? Better by now I hope.” “It’s fine. It hurt for a while after but I’m recovered.” “Good. How did you like the first taste of my meat?” “It wasn’t pleasant. It went in too hard too fast.” “Aw that’s a shame. You should try getting more used to it.” “I’m plenty used to seeing it swinging around the place as is. I don’t need it inside me again.” “Your loss. The last boy was able to take it balls deep.” “I’m surprised he’s still alive. You sure you didn’t rupture just guts?” “Oh he was a total slut. His ass was plenty stretched and able to take it. You just need practice.” “We’ll I’m very out of practice.” “Mine is always here for you to take for a ride whenever you want it.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” I say with more sarcasm. We sat there for a while. Nothing particularly interesting was on so I was half paying attention to it. Vince had his feet on the coffee table and was leaning back on the sofa. His cock was soft but it was still huge even at rest. I could probably wrap it twice around my wrist. There was a bit of post cum leaking out of it and sticking to his leg. It was chunky like always. I thought to myself, ‘damn that twink boy has and entire sack load of that stuff clogged up in him.’ My drink was empty and I was feeling a little buzzed from it. Nothing crazy though. We exchanged a bit of small talk here and there. The tv played dull programs. At some point Vince started playing with his cock again and started stroking it hard. It was bound to happen. And he’ll most likely blow all over his chest and lick it up. Vince put a hand on my thigh and rubbed it as he stroked his long monster cock. “Hey mark what was the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?” “Um. Maybe a 7 incher? I haven’t had many. Too busy with school. But that should wind down after this semester.” “Hmf, mines much bigger then that. By the time you get more free time you probably want to catch up on all that college dick running around.” “Probably, I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think about it.” “Well there are plenty of guys out there that are bigger then 7. You may have trouble taking them.” “Yeah, I’m just not used to getting fucked much.” We sat in silence for another minute. “If you want to train your ass to take bigger cock you can sit on mine. It’ll stretch you out nice and deep.” “You really want to fuck me don’t you?” “Naturally! A handsome young man like you drives me wild. It’s your fault I have to jack off all the time.” “And I’m sure you’d love to poz me up too.” “He he. Well that comes with the territory.” “No thanks Vince.” Vince played with his cock for another half hour or so. Not working towards a cumshot but just keeping it hard. Thinking about my lack of sex life and the prospect of being able to throw myself out in the dating pool soon was giving me the urge too. “Looks like someone is getting horny.” Vince was calling attention to the hard on in my pants. He grabbed it and started stroking it through my jeans. “You should get your clothes off and blow a load.” “I’m going to the bathroom.” I got up. Vince’s hand leaving my crotch. I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I was horny and needed to shoot off. I was stroking it with my balls resting on the sink countertop. I started fingering my ass. My hole was tight around my fingers. I thought about getting fucked by some guys in class that I liked. My thoughts went all over the place and at one point they went back to the morning when I fell on Vince’s cock. Since his was the last cock I had inside me recently the memory was more visceral than picturing dudes I’ve never hooked up with. Sure there was no way I wanted to get fucked by him in real life but there was no harm in imagining it. I tried fingering myself as deep as I could. I went all the way up to my knuckles. It felt good and I wanted more. But I couldn’t push in any further. Then there was a knock on the door. “Mark, you done in there? I need to piss.” Shit, I haven’t reached there yet but I guess I could continue this later. “Yeah I’ll be right out.” I opened the door to leave and Vince’s cock slapped me as we passed by. I went to my bedroom and went through my drawers, pulling out my dildo. I got on the bed and slathered it in lube. I pressed it up against my ass trying to slide it in. It took a little bit of finesse but I managed to get it in there. It wasn’t a very big dildo. About 8 inches but by the time I got to the 7 inch mark my insides were struggling to accommodate it. I thrusted the toy in an out of me for a while trying to get myself more accommodated to it. It felt good and I was pumping my cock at the same time. I wanted to feel all of it inside me so I tried pushing it in deeper. It hurt and I was struggling. Eventually I had to give up on it. It was kind of frustrating, but I would definitely need more practice with it. I took it out and cleaned it up with some baby wipes and put it back in my drawer. I threw on Some boxers and return to the living room. Vince was either still in the bathroom or in his room. I stretched out on the couch facedown on a couch pillow watching the TV. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. I didn’t dream of anything visual, but I did dream of a strange sensation on my body. It was like something was crawling on me. Whatever it was the crawling sensation centered around my ass and I could feel it going inside of me. The sensation turned into a pumping motion. I felt like my guts were getting churned around like butter. My whole body was shaking. I heard sounds like grunting and gasping as my ass was getting rocked up and down. It felt good. It was becoming one of those erotic dreams. The pumping sensation in my ass felt amazing. Then the rocking motions quickened and my ass was starting to feel pain. Whatever it was it was sinking deeper and deeper into my guts. I started waking up. My eyes opening, the slamming sensation inside of me was still happening and it was much more intense than when I was dreaming. I looked forward and saw my hands were on the armrest of the couch and two pale skeletal hands were gripping my wrists. The raspy voice of an older man was grunting in my ear and my ass was in pain from the sensation of a cock going in an out of me roughly. “What the hell?! Vince?!” Vince was on top of me. My underwear were gone and he was going to town fucking my ass. Vince’s cock was inside me! “Ugh…don’t mind me Mark… uf- ugh- ah! Just gonna -ah fuck yeah- empty my poz balls in you… uf ooh ah oh yeah.” “Ah fuck, Vince no! Ah, ugh…Take it out! Ugh..mmh…This prank is too far!” Vince continued to fuck me for a few more seconds then stopped. I don’t know how much of his cock was inside me. It felt like a lot. His hips were still raised not making contact with me so there must’ve still been plenty of his cock outside of me but it was still more than I could handle. He then slowly pulled it out and let go of my arms. We repositioned on the couch. Vince laying back with his feet up on the table smirking at me. I stood up and stuck my fingers in my ass, it was sore but as far as I could tell I wasn’t torn up. “Can you blame me Mark? Your ass was up in the air like an invitation. It was practically begging for me to go inside. Truth be told I was planning on jacking off and blowing a load all over your crack and see your reaction when you woke up but you were very slick down there. You were pre-lubed and pre-fucked already. I assumed you wanted me to dive in.“ “No Vince! I was just playing with myself earlier. I wasn’t inviting you to sleep fuck me.” “Oh then my mistake. Sorry about that.“ Vince giggled. His massive cock was still rockhard with veins all over. The top part of his cock was shiny from where my ass lube covered it. “You didn’t cum in me did you?“ I was still fingering myself trying to feel for any sign of Vince’s notorious thick dick paste. So far I couldn’t feel anything up there. “Nah, I was about to though. Like I said I thought you were giving me an invitation.“ “… how much of your cock did you get in?” If Vince had gone balls deep in me then there’s no way I’d be able to reach deep enough to feel for any cum up in there. He would’ve shot his rancid cheese curds too deep inside me for me to notice. “About 8 or 9 inches. Your ass did a better job swallowing me this time than last.” Was it really 9 inches inside? That would’ve been the most cock I’ve ever had up inside me. And he still would’ve had 5 more inches to go. But damn. I had never managed to get that much of my dildo inside me. Vince actually managed to stretch my insides a bit? I paced around the room a little bit and then exhaled deeply. I sat down on the couch next to Vince letting my sloppy ass juices stain the cushion. Not that it would matter. There are plenty other stains on it from Vince and his hook ups. “OK man. I know you like to tease me and pull pranks every now and then but that was way too much. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I wanted to get fucked but that’s not the case. So no more OK?“ “Fine by me. I’ll score your ass another way.“ “Unlikely.“ We sat there together for a moment absorbing the situation. Vince looked smug while playing with his cock. “Your ass felt incredible by the way Mark.“ “Oh uh, thanks I guess.” “Yeah it felt like it belonged in there. I only wish I could’ve sunk deeper in you.“ “Well you did manage to get deeper than I’ve ever experienced.“ Then Vince’s face lit up. Like he had some sort of devilish idea. “When you go to bed tonight I might just sneak into your room and finish the job.“ “Vince no, I would rather you didn’t do that please. Boundaries man.” “OK then how about this. Let’s make a bet. If you win the bet I will stop trying to fuck you. No more dick slapping pranks, no more of my cum on the floor. If I win… well you have to do what I say for a day.“ “What would we be doing?“ I admit this bet sounded very attractive over the prospects of Vince stopping his usual pet peeves around the place. But the ‘do what I say for a day’ part sounded like it would open up a whole can of worms that I wouldn’t be prepared for. “It’s simple. I sit here with my cock pointing straight up in the air. You come on over and squat down on it. If you can fit all of my length up inside you and get your ass to touch my balls you win. If you can’t fit my full length inside you balls deep I win.“ “No way! I’m not letting you fuck me Vince!” “No one said anything about fucking. I’ll sit here still and watch you go to work. I won’t thrust my hips up in you. I’ll sit here patiently while you slide down on it. And once you touch my balls that’s it. You get up and I never hunt for your ass again. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Fit all of him up inside me? That’s impossible! I can’t fit all 14 inches of him. I know there are plenty of slutty guys out there who can, but I’m nowhere near that experienced. But it would be nice if I could give my living situation to some sort of normalcy. But if I cant, and in my case it seems more likely towards cant, what would Vince have me do? I know he’s wanted to fuck me for a while. He’s already sampled my ass twice. But if I have to do what he says then that may include accepting raw poz cum loads. I thought about it for a while. Vince could see the gears turning in my head. “Seems like you’re not outright turning it down. That’s a new one for you.” “I’m thinking.” I contemplated the stakes and what I was physically capable of. I looked and Vince’s cock. It’s was hard and long. His plum balls were bulbous but sagged away from his shaft. My ass was still hurting from just 9 inches of it. But a real cock might be a bit more malleable then a dildo. “How much time would I have?” “As long as you like. You can ride it all night if you like.” “What exactly would you have me do if I can’t do it?” “Nothing too crazy. Chores around the flat. Tending to my needs. You’re a strong young man. Your ass should be quite durable.” I thought about it more, but the stakes seemed too high for me, at least for now. “Could I do a trial run? I’m just really not sure I could take it.” “Absolutely! You can ride my cock as many times as you like. You’ll hear no complaints from me.” “Well I’m not really going to ride it. Just see how much I can fit.” “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” Vince spat on his cock and was stroking it more. It looked aggressive pointing straight up. I walked over to it and stood up on the couch on my knees hovering over him. Even though I was upright his cock could still touch my ass. Holy shit am I really doing this? I grabbed his cock and stuck the tip at my hole then lowered down a bit. It went in with a squishing sound. Vince leaned his head back and sighed. “Ahhh that’s good Mark. Your ass is perfect.” I continued to lower myself. Inch after inch it slid up in me and by the time I got to the halfway point I was starting to struggle. My face winced and I forced it in deeper, one, two more inches. I felt like I was at my limit. Probably the same depth Vince achieved when I was asleep. It felt like a steal pipe inside. It wasn’t giving any sign of relaxing. “What’s wrong Mark? Having trouble?” “I don’t think I can get anymore in.” I strained my words. “Bounce your ass up and down. Work my shaft up in you.” I started to move up and then back down. First slowly then at a more moderate pace. I didn’t want to admit it but it felt damn good to have his cock in me. Vince’s mouth was hanging open with his eyes closed. He was rubbing his nipples. I guess he was enjoying himself too. “Ah yes! Good Mark! Ah fuck. Yeah keep that up. Just like that.” I wasn’t sure how much was in me but it started to feel like I was getting more in. The bouncing was helping. I reached down to grab the base of his cock. There were still quite a lot left but I must have had at least 10 inches up inside me. The more I got in the more I struggled to accommodate his length. I was starting to work up quite the sweat. In all that time I felt like I only got one more inch inside me. My guts where his cock head were located hurt. Sure there was some pleasure out of it but the pain ratio was rising the longer I was at it. “Vince… how far am I?” “You’re doing good. Oof, 10 and a half all up in you.” That was all? My efforts weren’t enough? I already felt like I couldn’t go any further and there were still a few inches left. I kept bouncing my ass up and down his cock but my legs felt weak and my insides hurt. I had to call it. “Vince… I can’t take anymore. I gotta get up.” I raised my hips but then Vince grabbed my waist and held me in place. “Don’t move! Ah fuck, Mark don’t move!” “What’s wrong?” “I’m gonna cum! Fuck if you move anymore even a little it’s gonna blast.” “I need to get off!” “I wouldn’t if I were you! It’s on a hair trigger. My balls are primed and ready. Just wait a bit for me to calm down.” I held still for a moment waiting for Vince’s cock to ease up its deadly orgasm but my legs were having trouble supporting me. I wanted to get up and away but I wasn’t sure if his cock was still on the edge. “Vince, can I move yet? It’s getting hard to keep crouching like this.” Vince was staring at his cock. His hands still gripping my waist. “Not yet. You’re so handsome and I’ve been edging so much it’s hard to keep my balls under control.” “But I can’t stay like this.” “I know what will do the trick. Can you move your leg up and plant your foot on my chest?” “Wouldn’t that be too much movement?” “Do it slowly. Bring your foot up here” He patted just below his neckline. Slowly I got my right knee up. I was carful not to move my ass too much. I balanced best I could as I brought my foot on top of Vince’s chest. “How is this helping?” “It’ll help me plenty.” Vince then grabbed my foot and brought it up to his face. He started licking my sole, running his tongue up and down moaning the whole time. It felt weird having someone lick my foot. I knew Vince was into it but I never tried it. He moved to my toes and was sucking them. It was an odd sight for me. One knee on the couch, ass squatting over his cock, my other foot in his mouth. It was embarrassing but I was getting excited. My cock was getting hard from my toes getting sucked on. I guess that was something I didn’t know I was into. But didn’t want to tell him that. “Oh Mark.” Vince moaned while sucking on my toes. Then his hips started moving. Vince’s other hand pushed down on my kneeling leg forcing my ass down on his cock more. Then he started grunting while licking between my toes “Agh fuck! Cuming! Fuck I’m cuming” “Vince no!” I paniced and tried to get up, but Vince met with my movement and brought his hips up and slammed his cock up in me. “Ah fuck Vince!” “Ah fuck Mark! There it is! Fuck!” Then I felt it. A warm spreading feeling deep inside me. He was cuming, Vince was unloading his thick rancid cum in me. “Oh shit no!” “Oh yeah. Ahhh, that’s good. Such a warm ass…” Once he was done unloading he put his hands behind his head looking at me smug. I was still squatting on his cock, a full bloating feeling inside me that came from him. I was in shock at what he did. Slowly I started to inch my way up his shaft. “That’s it. Take your time.” He watched as his monster cock slowly exited my ass. The head of his dick came out of me with a wet pop. I got on the floor laying on my back. It hurt too much to sit down. I took a moment to process what happened. I took poz cum. Vince actually got me. The bloated feeling in me must have been a giant load of cum, I could feel it working it’s way through me. I fingered my sore hole to see if any of the stuff was there. When I did u small spurt of water got on my hand. I brought it up to my face out of curiosity and I could smell it. It was piss. “Vince did you-“ “Yup I pissed in you. I didn’t actually cum. Had you going for a second.” He was laughing like he pulled off a brilliant prank. I didn’t have poz cum in me? “Oh shit! I’ve never been so relieved to have been pissed in!……… also, ew! Why would you piss in me?” “Would you have preferred it be my cum?” “No!” “Then making you my toilet boy it is. Also good job on my cock. There were only a couple inches left.” I got up to go to the bathroom and evacuate Vince’s ‘golden donation’. My insides ached. I can’t believe I rode his cock. I’m usually so careful, and I may have dodged a bullet this time but still. That whole time he was messing with me. I heard Vince shout a bit and when I got out of the bathroom he was there to meet me holding his hand up. It was filled with his thick globby cum. “Here, you’ve had my piss up your ass. Why don’t you eat my cum?” It smelled strong and there was a lot of it. I just gently moved his hand away from me. “Your loss.” He licked it up himself. Sucking his fingers. I slowly walked to my bedroom. It hurt to even walk. I laid flat on the bed with my ass facing up. I didn’t want to put pressure on it. Even after all that I was surprised that I fit so much of it in me. He said there were only a couple inches left. So I fit 12 inches of cock in me? Damn that’s a lot for me. Regardless, events today went way out of control. I was starting to think Vince might be more of a difficult roommate then I thought.

The scene when Vince sampled Marks ass while he slept

Part 7 We lay there together for a few minutes, our sweat-covered naked flesh melded together even more, if possible, by the huge load he'd shot while I was filling his ass up with my own thick load. It wasn't the first time that had happened, whether I was fucking him or he was fucking me, but this time was 100 times more intense with the tina heightening everything we felt during our fucking. We were both still completely hard and I was still balls deep inside him. “What a shame to waste his cum like that,” I thought to myself. Then realized it didn't need to be wasted at all. I raised up off of him and began sliding my shaft out of him until I could feel the air-conditioned air of the hotel room on my wet shiny cockhead. I started running my fingers through the good-sized pools of his cum covering his abs and chest and Chad opened his eyes. “Whatcha doing, big bro?” he asked in a slurred voice with a lop-sided grin. I started transferring the cum I was gathering on my fingers to his rigid young meat again and again as I answered him. “Making sure my little bro's hot cum doesn't go to waste, baby brother,” I said softly. “Covering your cock with your cum so you can fuck it into me, then add more of your cum to my guts when you shoot another load fucking me.” Chad groaned in heated carnal lust as he flexed his abs and cock. “Fuck yeah big bro. You are such a fucking pe*vy pig! I fucking love it! Can't wait to have your little bro fill you up with incest cum can you?” “Hell no I can't you nasty stud! It's been almost two weeks man since you've bred me and I'm needing it from you little bro. Needing it bad man!” His thick cock, covered in his own fresh white cream, stood up tall and straight as I smeared the last helping on it. Locking eyes with him I slowly brought my fingers to my mouth and then just as slowly extended my tongue and licked them clean of the residue. “Oh hell yeah big bro,” he growled. “What are you waiting for then? Climb on and fuck yourself with your own little brother's cock and cum. Make me give you the first load of the night.” I straddled his trim waist and reached back to grab and guide his dick to my ready chemmed-up hole. “But not the last load you're gonna fuck into me tonight, little bro,” I breathed out as I sank down inch by raw inch until we both moaned when we felt his pubes make contact with my round butt cheeks. “You know THAT'S right! Definitely not the last!” I placed the palms of my hands on the mattress as I began rising up and down, building up to longer strokes and increasing speed as his thick cockhead rubbed across my prostate with each penetration and exit sending waves of pleasure through my body. My cock was at full staff and my precum was flying off in all directions, but the only thing I cared about at that moment was my tight ass being filled with my little brother's raw fat dick. Since he had first popped my cherry I had been fucked by other cocks – some longer or thicker, some shorter or thinner – and had loved every one. But feeling my own little brother's cock inside me was like no other fucking I'd ever gotten, each time he screwed me. And tonight it was even better with both of us high on the meth enhancing it all. That thought made me stop my riding him, buried deep inside me, as I reached to the bedside table to grab the pipe and lighter. I wanted us both to be even higher as we indulged ourselves in our ta*oo fun. I smirked at Chad as I lit the flame and moved the pipe's stem to his lips. “Want some more smoke little brother before you finish this first fuck?” He snickered and said, “Like you have to ask!”, then began inhaling. We stared into each other's eyes as he took two giants hits. The first cloud he blew out in my face, but when I saw he was ready to exhale the second hit I leaned forward so we could shotgun it. Whoa! It was a massive hit!! We started making out as soon as the smoke was gone and I felt Chad start to thrust up into me, taking over the fuck. He rolled us over so I was on my back and he was on top of me between my legs. He started pistoning in and out at a faster and faster pace driving me wild. “That's it, Chad! Fuck yeah little brother! Pound my ass! Fuck it good and hard and give me your cum! Your incest cum, you dirty fucker!” I knew that last phrase would push him over the edge and sure enough it did. “Oh yeah, Lance! Oh gawd man I'm about to cum! I'm gonna give you my cum big bro! Gonna fucking nut in your cheating married ass! Ah fuuuuuccckkkk! Here it cums! Here it cums!” With that he slammed one more time against my ass and held himself deep as I literally felt his dick throbbing and spewing 5, 6, 7 shots of seed into my hole. I shuddered and convulsed as my own cock erupted between our heaving bodies, with no thought of stopping or slowing down. It was still early and our hunger was only growing. (more to cum)

LINCOLN PARK FUCK It was a rare day with no fog, and temperatures in the high 70’s, a perfect day to work on my tan, and maybe get laid. My favorite place to go is Lincoln Park, a small park that has a very secluded clearing that only gay men seem to know about. On a warm sunny day, you see only the briefest attire: small, tight Speedos, tiny thongs, and more than a few men tanning completely naked, even though that isn’t legal. Before I left the house, I was feeling full of confidence, having shot a good strong booty bump deep in my ass, followed by a butt plug to be sure that the booty bump stayed put and got completely absorbed. Next, I hit the glass pipe maybe half a dozen times. Lastly, I pulled on my favorite silicone cock ring. Wearing it always makes my ball sack swell to at least triple its normal size. Besides, it feels great ! After packing everything into a size small Speedo, I grabbed my beach bag which I always kept ready to go, containing sun screen, a couple bottles of water, poppers, a glass pipe, a lighter, lube, and a large beach towel. When I got to the park, I hiked up the short distance to the clearing. At 11:00 there were already 7 or 8 men there in various stages of undress, including one couple that had stripped down completely. After spreading out my beach towel, I pulled off my shorts and tee shirt. As the latest guy to arrive, all the other guys were checking me out. I laid down on my beach towel then rummaged around in my beach bag until I found my lighter and my glass pipe. From previous experience, I knew that there were always a lot of men smoking weed. The booty bump I had administered before I left the house gave me the courage to hit the glass pipe right out there in the open. After 6 or 8 good hits on the glass pipe, I pulled off my small, tight Speedo. The butt plug I was wearing was a clear sign that I was definitely a bottom. By now, I was feeling pretty well spun, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my limp Tina dick, then alternating between stroking my dick and playing with the butt plug, fucking it in and out of my hungry hole. Gradually, more and more men showed up and staked out acceptable places with a good view of all the other men. Soon, an older middle age man entered the clearing. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. I couldn’t help but notice that he was staring at the butt plug I had jammed in my ass. He spread out his beach towel maybe 4 feet from me, and I watched him undress. I didn’t care that he knew I was watching him. It’s all a game, anyway. When he dropped his shorts, it was obvious that he was sporting a very impressive bulge in his Speedo. I knew that it was very common for gay men to “pack” their Speedos to make it look like they were a lot bigger than they actually were. But that wasn’t the case with this guy. Although he was wearing a chrome cock ring to keep him semi hard and showing a good sized bulge, the rest was all him, flopping around as he tugged his Speedo down. All the while, I let him see me working my butt plug in and out of my ass. From the looks of his dick growing longer and thicker, I could see that he was definitely interested. For a while, continued playing with my butt plug, then I pulled it all the way out and threw it into my beach bag. I took a couple hits of poppers, then offered them to him. While he was huffing the poppers, I spread my cheeks with both hands, again and again, showing off my slightly gaping hole. Now I was face down, and he got on top of me. I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me, and I especially liked feeling his big cock head tickling my butt hole. Both of us were moaning, it felt so hot. Suddenly, he pulled back, spread my cheeks, and buried his face in my ass, and tongue fucked my hole. That was driving me wild, and I was practically begging to have his big donkey dick inside of me. I didn’t have to wait long. He fucked his cock up and down my crack a few times before his rock hard cock found my hole. I gasped as he shoved hard and forced his way into me, balls deep. He hit the poppers then handed them to me. I took continuous hits as he pounded my ass. Feeling his huge cock stretching my hole felt incredible. I was glad I was spun as fuck, so that I could take it. When he was ready to unload, he locked his hands around my throat and he slowly pulled his cock back then rammed it into me, again and again. When he was completely spent, he let go of my throat and rolled off of me, letting me gasp for air. I happened to glance around the clearing and saw that almost every guy there had his camera phone up and had been recording video of the entire scene.

I dunno man - this whole thing reads super respectful and thoughtful, which is part of what someone might want for their first time. I'd give yourself a path on the back here! Given it was his first and you weren't just going to defile him, that's the best possible approach and it sounds like you stuck the landing.

Hey everyone! I'm a writer and I wanted to share a story with you all. I hope you'll enjoy it and if you do, I hope you'll check out my self-published erotic stories on Amazon. This one is more smutty than the ones I've published which is why I'm just posting it here though all my stories feature bareback sex. I've been meaning to write more of this story so please comment if you enjoy it and want to read more! Links to my Amazon stories will be at the end of this post. **************** I was nervous about going into my surgery that morning and I was by myself. I checked into the surgical center and they led me to a room. I had to completely undress for the surgery, so the girl left me alone while I changed into the medical gown. I climbed onto the bed and started reading my book. I was able to read for a few minutes before the girl came back in to give me my medical bracelet and go over some information with me. “We’re going to need to shave your upper body too from the waist up.” She held up a razor, but then this cute male nurse popped his head in, saw me and seemed to reconsider whatever he was going to say. “Hey Dana, would you mind dealing with the guy in room 21? He needs something that I just can’t do.” Dana turns around and looks at him, “Oh, sure. I’m basically done with this patient, but just need to shave his upper body to prep him for surgery. I’ll handle the guy if you can just shave him.” She hands him the razor and then takes her rolling computer desk out with her. As soon as the door is shut, the male nurse pulls the curtain around. “So we have more privacy.” He says, “My name is Adam, by the way.” He comes closer to me and I can see his striking green eyes better. His hair is brown with a shock of blonde dyed in at the front. His face is kind but chiseled; there’s no roundness to his cheeks at all. “I’ll need you to take your arms out of the gown and push it down. I need to shave pretty much down to your waist.” I do as he asks and push my gown down to where I think he wants it and then lay back. I guess I didn’t do it right because his hand brushes across my belly and pushes it down a bit more, getting dangerously close to my dick and I can feel the warmth of his hand near my skin as he lingers there a little too long. My cock twitches. Then I hear the razor start up and his hand presses down on my stomach as he starts to shave off the hair that’s there. The gown is covering up my dick, but the top of my pubes are showing, and his hand is pressed very close to that area. I’m not terribly hairy but I have enough that it’ll take a few minutes to make sure everything’s gone. Aside from the sound of the razor, there’s silence as he shaves my stomach and chest. When he’s done with those, Nurse Adam tells me to get on my right side so he can shave my side and my back (the one or two hairs that are there). I do as he asks and after a couple minutes, I feel a gloved finger pushing between my ass cheeks, trying to enter my hole. I subtly move back into the finger and can’t help but let a little whimper escape my mouth. His warm breath grazes against my ear as he leans down and whispers “You like that, you little slut?” Still facing away from him, I nod as he puts another gloved finger into my hole, probing me and opening me up. He takes his fingers out and then moves around the bed to my front. His cock is making a tent in his scrubs and he lowers them a bit to let his cock and balls escape. I lean forward and take him in my mouth; his hands move to the back of my head and force me to take every inch as his fingers grip my hair. “You know how I knew you were such a slut? Your ass was pushed out, just begging to be seen and used. This is what you want, isn’t it? Yeah, such a good slut boy.” He spanks my ass hard. My cock keeps twitching being talked dirty to like that and I can’t get enough of his cock. But he pulls away after a little while, saying “I gotta get in that tight ass, boy.” He gets the bed in a flat position and tells me to lay face down. He climbs on and straddles my ass and his cock, wet from my mouth, lies on my hungry, eager ass. He spreads my cheeks apart and spits a few times on my hole and works his fingers in there again before guiding his raw cock into me. I start whimpering and crying out a little before his hand moves around my head and covers my mouth. He pins me to the bed as he whispers in my ear, “Shut up and take it, whore. This is what you’ve been craving and wanting, isn’t it? Oh fuck, your ass is so tight and warm; it feels so good.” His cock is buried in my furry ass and he is pounding away, telling me how good I feel and what a good little slut I am. It takes a little bit, but I get used to his cock inside me and it starts to feel amazing for me too. He does a few final deep thrusts before he lets out a moan into the pillow and unloads his cum into me. He pulls out slowly to keep the cum inside me, then puts his pants on before going to the adjacent bathroom and cleaning himself up before drying my wet, used ass up with a washcloth. “I’m not done with you yet, but don’t want you making more of a mess on this bed. Now get your gown back on and get under the covers. The transport guy for your X-Ray should be here shortly.” Adam leaves and I’m able to catch my breath before there’s a knock on the door. This built black guy comes in with a different hospital bed and brings it up right next to my current bed. “I’m here to take you to your X-Ray. Go ahead and move over to this bed.” I shimmy over to it and lay back while he takes the blankets from my previous bed to put over me. On our way out the door, I hear Adam tell him, “He’s a special case, Tyrone.” To which he replies, “Been a while since we had one of those. David will be pleased too.” Tyrone doesn’t say anything else as he wheels me to the X-Ray room. When we get into the room, there’s another guy there who I guess is the technician. I can see his nametag and realize this must be the David they were talking about. He shuts the door and locks it behind him while Tyrone gets the bed flat and takes down the side bars. “Get on your belly, slut.” I immediately flip over, exposing my bare ass to them, which they both spank appreciatively before spreading my cheeks. A finger moves down my crack, and Tyrone says “Look at that cum oozing out of that sluthole. So hot.” My body is then moved so that I’m across the bed facing the technician who has his cock out already, which leaves Tyrone behind me and he wastes no time shoving his tongue in my wet hole. David moves forward and I open my mouth to take in his thick cock, even though I’m moaning as Tyrone eats me out with wild abandon. But David seems to really enjoy the vibrations from my moans, if his face-fucking is any indication. After a few minutes, Tyrone’s tongue leaves my ass and he comes around. “I want him to suck me before I fuck him. Let him see what’s going to be tearing his ass up.” What they say about black men was extremely true in Tyrone’s case. His cock was long and thick, easily 9 inches and a good girth to it. I couldn’t wait to feel it in my ass. I took it hungrily in my mouth and sucked it real well. “That’s a good lil slut boi. Suck my big cock. Get it nice and wet for your ass.” While I was sucking on Tyrone, David had moved around and was guiding his raw cock into my wet, cum-filled hole. He wasn’t as long as Tyrone but he had enough girth that it would help stretch me well for that big black cock. David’s hands grip my hips and he pounds me hard. “Fuck, this hole feels amazing. You’re gonna love it, Tyrone. It’s tight, but you can tell this slut wants to be used badly.” His balls slap against my ass as he takes me and makes me his little bitch, spanking me every few thrusts. His pounding becomes faster after a few more minutes and I can tell he’s getting close. One final deep thrust and his load shoots into me, filling me up and mixing with Adam’s. Tyrone had left me as soon as David started climaxing so that as soon as he pulled out, Tyrone filled me back up again, stretching me more and getting in deeper. I moaned and threw my head back, but Tyrone’s hand just pushed me back down into the sheets and bedding, muffling my cries of pleasure and pain. His hand leaves me, only for David’s hand to take his place as Tyrone kneads and spreads my cheeks, driving himself deeper into me. “Fuck, this little bitch loves this. His hole was so ready for me after you two opened him up with your cocks and cum. You’re gonna love this 6-day cumload I have for you, slut.” I can feel my ass getting more and more wet as he continues to pound away at me, the cum and juices sliding and dripping down. With a slap on my ass and a grunt, Tyrone fills my hole up with a huge load and he keeps fucking away at me. That final load and his cock still using me, I can’t help but shoot onto the bed, my belly getting rubbed back and forth into it. Tyrone continues to fuck me slowly, “Milk my cock, bitch. Get every last drop of my cum in your ass. You love being filled up with all this cum, don’t you?” I can only nod my head as his big cock keeps using me and stretching me out. Finally, he pulls out and I immediately clamp down so I don’t lose any more of that hot cum. He roughly pulls me up from the bed and holds me close. “Looks like we gotta change this sheet, and good thing we’re doing an X-ray of your chest. Any lower and they’d see all that cum in you.” He winks at me and gives me a quick kiss. Tyrone changes the sheet as David leads me over to the X-ray machine and instructs me what to do. It doesn’t take long and I’m sitting on the bed again before I know it. David kisses me before Tyrone takes me out of the lab and back to Adam and my previous room. I’m moved back to the original bed and I’m left alone for a few minutes. I can’t believe my luck; this is pretty much the best day ever. Adam comes back into the room and roughly pulls my blankets back, then grabs my legs and hoists them up onto his shoulders, exposing my ass again to him. Through my legs, I can see him taking his cock out of his scrubs and then he pushes into me. After Tyrone’s pounding, Adam’s cock slides in with no problems and he immediately starts to thrust deep into me. Pushing my legs closer to my chest, he leans down and kisses me a few times as he takes my hole for the second time. It feels amazing and I never want it to stop. But since we are in a fairly public place, Adam finishes quickly and unloads more cum into me. He pulls out, spanks me, and gruffly says “Stay there.” He grabs another washcloth and cleans my ass up again before going into the bathroom to clean himself off. His dick is back in his pants when he comes back out and helps me get back under the blankets. He moves over to my book that I had brought with me to read and places a small business card in it. He turns to me, “I just gave you my number. Call me when you’re better and we’ll show you an even better time. Good luck today.” He leaves and I’m left instantly hard thinking about what could be even better than what just happened this morning. ************** Second Chances- [think before following links] https://www.amazon.com/Second-Chances-Austin-James-ebook/dp/B0BTDV7YM7/ Blog Lovin'- [think before following links] https://www.amazon.com/Blog-Lovin-Austin-James-ebook/dp/B0C2LQ1M93/

Its been hot as shit here in Dallas and when Caleb, a fuck bud, offered me the opportunity to come swim in the pool at his place I took him up on it. Caleb's one of the cute Anglo boys I've been messing around with who just graduated high school and has nothing to do while his parents are at work. He didn't get a summer job and instead is doing whatever he wants all day long. Sometimes that's me coming over to get fucked and I'm down. He's been all top with me, not that I mind as he's really hot and has a nice sized dick. I have no idea whether he's gay, straight, or bi, and honestly don't care. That he's fucking me probably means he's at least bi, maybe gay. He's never mentioned a girlfriend, or for that matter a boyfriend, so hard to know. He did admit he's been with guys from school before and its clear from fucking me that he's probably been fucking some of them too. But he's never asked me to fuck him and I pretty much just let him take the lead. I got to his house already wearing my swimsuit and before we're even out to the pool he's pulled me into his bedroom and fucked a load into me. We shower off after together and he made fun of me for wearing a bathing suit saying he had no plan on wearing one and that I shouldn't either. I have a raging hard on as he didn't get me off when we fucked and I could only guess maybe he was planning to play in the pool. We grabbed some towels and headed out to the pool naked and jumped in. I was kind of worried that they might have cameras out in the back by the pool and he laughed saying he'd turned them off and does that when he swims as he likes to go naked. He admitted he preferred to swim naked and we were messing around in the water, kissing and playing with each others dicks. It was nice to be in some reasonably cool water as it's into the 90s here and a heat index over 100. At one point we stopped messing around and he started kissing me, deeply and intensely as he was stroking my cock and I was stroking his. It seemed like we were about to do more and honestly, I was down for him fucking me in the pool. I'd done that before at Spring Break and it was pretty hot. Caleb suggested getting out of the pool and laying in the sun a bit and as I did he said he needed to go in the house for a moment and said he'd be right back. He came back with two beers and his bottle of lube. It was a little early for having a beer but I didn't care and as for fucking outside I'm always down. He handed me a beer and we clinked our bottles and he smiled at me and we laid back on our chairs sunning ourselves. He was quiet for a while then said he had a confession to make. He'd been at a party a week before and hooked up with a guy who wanted to fuck him. Caleb admitted he'd never been fucked before but was curious but kind of scared as he didn't really know the guy. He'd gone to his place and messed around and wanted the guy to fuck him, but found it was too painful and he was kind of scared as he didn't really know the guy and admitted he isn't on Prep. The guy wound up cumming on Caleb's ass and fingering his load inside Caleb, but Caleb admitted he didn't enjoy that. He admitted he wanted to get fucked but didn't want it like that. I asked what he meant and he said not with a stranger, but with someone he knew and trusted, someone who would be gentle and take it easy. I said I understood and that was how my first time was. He laughed and said he knew that I would get him and understand. And I got what he meant. He wanted me to fuck him and be his first. And now I got why he brought the lube out with him. I was kind of amazed this hot boy wanted his first time outdoors and was kind of shocked as he admitted to not being on Prep. That he didn't bring any condoms with it was clear he wanted it raw too. I pushed our chairs together and got back on, leaning in to him and started kissing him, shifting my body so that I was pressed up against him and he could feel my hard cock grinding on him. He was saying nothing and neither was I, I didn't want to disrupt what was going on. He paused for a moment to look in my eyes and said that he wanted me to fuck him, wanted me to be the first guy to fuck him, and that he trusted me and wanted it from me. I hardly knew what to say. I was flattered but wanted to breed him bad I could scream. Caleb laughed and leaned back and I realized it was to grab the lube from beside his chair and hand it to me. "What would be easiest" he asked me and it seemed he genuinely didn't know how he wanted this to go down. I said it would probably be easiest for him to ride my dick so he could control how much entered him and what felt good. I laid my chair flat and rolled on my back and he lubed up my dick and started doing the same to his ass facing me with a look of fear on his face. He slowly lowered his ass down on my cock and I was fighting every urge to orgasm just looking at him. This was truly a fantasy coming to life and I was hoping he wasn't wanting his first time to "special" like some of the first-timer's I've been with. I could tell from his face it was a mix of pleasant and scary feelings that he enjoyed but which hurt. I remembered my first time and how I felt and started telling Caleb that it was cool, he was doing great, and asking if it hurt and also felt good. He admitted both were true and I told him to keep going. I was almost balls deep inside his ass and struggling desperately not to cum. Once I was all the way inside him I told him again he was doing good and to slowly start riding my dick. He did as he was told and I could feel my whole body shudder and I knew I was going to cum. Caleb looked stunned at what was happening and his eyes opened wide asking me if I'd cum. I said I did and apologized saying I'd gotten way too excited. He was still riding me gasping for breath and I noticed tears were slowly streaming from his eyes. I asked if he was OK and he said was, but didn't know what to expect but it was so different. I leaned up to pull him towards me and he collapsed on top of me, my cock softening and slowly slipping out of his ass. I always feel bad with first timers as they have expectations that never match reality. Probably no one could have given Caleb what he wanted or expected, but maybe his first time wasn't so bad. He wasn't saying anything and honestly I was scared to ask questions, but he pulled me closer and tighter and thanked me. Honestly, I liked having his weight on top of me. I didn't feel at all guilty that I was the first guy to breed his ass. I'd wanted to from the first time we met. I'm glad my seed is deep inside him. I hope its all he can think about. But I'm not an asshole. Caleb isn't some "thing". I do like him and if he wanted to date I would be down for it. But I'm probably just some piece of ass to him, to use, fuck, and breed. We live in very different worlds. Caleb slowly seemed to recover and kissed me, thanking me, and it seemed genuine. He said we should get back in the pool and we did, even though we were slick with sweat, cum, and lube. We were swimming around again but not as close as before. But we drifted together again and he pulled me in to him and turned me to face the wall of the pool. I could feel him enter my ass and was eagerly begging for him to fuck me and cum inside me. He was on fire and pounding me hard, but saying nothing. I didn't care as I wanted his load in me and loved that we were doing it in the pool, out in the open. He blasted his load in me and said we should go inside, and we grabbed up the empty beer bottles, lube, and towels and headed back to his room. Once there we headed to the shower to wash up, kissing deeply and intensely as we did. I apologized for getting too excited and cumming too quickly and said we could do it again. I regretted it almost immediately. He was apologetic, saying he was kind of freaked out but really enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. More than anything I wanted to fuck him there in the shower or go back to his bed and breed him again, but I knew that was just too much. I pulled him in and was kissing him, saying how hot he was and asking him if he was OK. He said he was OK but admitted he needed some time to process it all. I said I understood and admitted I felt bad as I didn't want him to be wierded out or hate me because of what we did. He said he didn't blame me and admitted he wanted it and knew what he was doing. I told him I cared about him but was only going to leave if I knew he was OK. He said he was and I left without saying more. Sometimes first times go great and sometimes you never know what went wrong. I feel like this is one that just went wrong.

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I met up with a Buddy, Mark who I'd not seen in some years. We got chatting and I told him about my live-in fuckboy, Drew. I told him Draw was a great fuck. He said “you lucky bastard, I wish I had a regular fuckboy like that” I told him that he was Drew’s type, an older Daddy. I offered Drew to him for a night. The following day I drove Drew round to Mark’s place and dropped him off telling him I wanted to hear all about it the following morning. The morning after, Drew showed up with his ass full of Mark’s cum as I expected. He told me how Mark shot a load down his throat and up his ass. That was what I wanted to hear. I get off on fucking Drew after he’s been seeded by another Daddy. I undressed Drew and mounted his ass. I shoved my cock up his ass which was silky smooth, lubricated with Mark’s sperm. I pumped him for a few minutes and shot my load into him, mixing my seed with Marks. I’ve already spoken to Mark and I’ve asked him over next weekend to join me in fucking Drew. Can’t wait.

[Note: This story was inspired by an erotic cartoon] “Almost ready,” my wife whispered in my ear, as she led me from our bathroom into our bedroom. “Keep your eyes closed.” “Wait,” I said. “Do I hear someone?” “Trust me, Andy,” she replied. “I have a wonderful surprise for you.” *** It had started earlier in the evening as a game. Or so I thought. My wife had told me she wanted to dress me as a woman. Well, not just dress me – she used the word “transform” me. I thought it might be fun. A couple of weeks ago, after a few too many drinks, I had confessed to her that I had an inner feminine side and often fantasized about have sex with a man. Since then she had been teasing me about it and urging me to express my femininity. I have to admit it turned me on when she coached me to make womanly hand gestures or walk with a wiggle. Then tonight she announced it was time to try the next step. It started in the shower, where she helped me shave my body hair, including my armpits. Then she sat me in a chair to cut my hair. She likes to style her girlfriends’ hair so soon I had a pixie cut with ringlets on the side, all very cute and girlie. Of course, I had a raging hard-on the entire time, and since I was naked she could see it. Next she told me to dress sexy like I would if I were going to bed with a guy. She gave me a clingy black camisole top, a black thong, and black thigh high stockings. Finally, she produced a set of high-heeled black pumps. “I bought these for you, honey,” she had said with a big smile. They fit me perfectly. “Now for the finishing touches,” she declared. “Nails and make-up.” She had told me not to cut my fingernails for the past two weeks. She filed them into a rounded shape and painted them with her most trampy deep-red polish. At her direction, I had shaved closely just before we showered. As I sat on her make-up stool, she did my face, with base and shading, eye liner and mascara, and then red lipstick. “Wow!” she exclaimed when she was done. “You’re really quite pretty. Take a look.” I stared at myself in the mirror. I was amazed at how different I looked. I was utterly feminine and surprisingly cute. It felt wonderful but also kinda weird. My wife admired what she had done to me, “If we went out to a bar, honey, men would be hitting on you. I’m actually jealous of how sexy you look.” “You need some pretty jewelry, too.” She took off her wristwatch and told me to put it on. I admired the thin black leather band and small round face – it was unmistakably effeminate. Then she slipped off her diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it onto my ring finger. Our hands are almost the same size and it fit me perfectly. I felt so sexy! At some point my wife had closed the bathroom door. She instructed me to come with her into the bedroom, walking so my hips would wiggle just as we had practiced. Then she took my hand and told me to shut my eyes tight as we went into the bedroom. I heard the bed creak. *** “Kneel here by the bed,” my wife said. “I’m getting nervous,” I said. “Who is it? One of your girlfriends?” “Um, not quite. You can open your eyes now.” I gasped: sitting naked at the edge of the bed was a very handsome, incredibly well-built man, with a rope tatoo on his right arm. “Andy, meet Kyle from my office. You told me you’d like to try it with a guy.” She had often spoken about him as her gay office boyfriend. I blushed red with embarrassment but didn’t move. “A pleasure, Andy. Your wife’s been talking to me a lot about you lately.” My wife giggled. “You’re not angry with me, sweetie, are you?” Instead of speaking, I reached out for Kyle’s dick, which was already erect. I could see pre-cum glistening on the tip. I brought it to my lips and then swirled my tongue around it. Kyle moaned, I then opened my mouth and began to suck it as I pumped it with my hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw my wife’s pretty watch and the sparkle from her ring on my finger. I felt like such a cock teaser and loved Kyle’s reaction. “My, someone is very eager,” my wife chirped happily. “God, it’s so hot looking at you going down on him. You’re a natural at this.” It didn’t take long. Kyle was soon thrusting deeper into my mouth, hitting my throat. I gagged a couple of times but refused to quit. As his moans and grunts got louder, I knew he was close. I pumped his cock harder and suddenly he erupted into my throat. The taste was strange but I couldn’t seem to get enough. I tried to swallow it all, but some of his warm cum dribbled from my mouth. My wife leaned in close. “I guess you liked my little surprise, huh?” I didn’t speak. I grabbed her face and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She doesn’t like the taste of cum but I guess she was so into the scene she responded with a passionate tongue kiss. “I suppose I should be angry,” I said, “but I’m too horny to complain. Kyle, are you ready to go again? I need to be fucked.” “Not yet, Andy.” “Well, I can help,“ I replied, as I gently pushed him onto his back, my mouth poised again above his now-flaccid tool. I turned to my wife. “Honey, I want you to lube my ass. Use your tongue.” She chuckled. “Whatever you say, sweetie.” She joined us on the bed, kneeling behind me and spreading my ass cheeks. I felt her warm breath on my virgin hole and then her tongue started to work around it. It made me quiver. I placed my hands on Kyle’s thighs and again noticed how pretty they were with my red nail polish and my wife’s jewelry. I started to lick his dick and balls very gently, sometimes moving up to suck and nibble on his tits, which I discovered were very sensitive. In just a few minutes I was rewarded as his penis stiffened and stood tall. My own cock, not nearly as big, was hard as a rock, poking out from my black thong. “Good to go,” Kyle said with a big smile. I straddled his waist and lowered myself onto his thick cock. I winced at first when he hit my sphincter but I didn’t hesitate. After all, a woman has to be able to take her man without complaint! That’s what I wanted to be – Kyle’s bitch, my ass a cunt for him to use as he pleased. I felt myself open to him, and then an amazing warmth and fullness spread from my ass to my entire body. So this is what it feels like to be fucked! I had never experienced anything so wonderful. It was much, much better than when I was inside my wife. Soon I felt Kyle deep, deep inside me, as my ass resting on his pelvis. I had taken all of him. I whispered in his ear, “Kyle, I think I’m gay.” I didn't want my wife to hear -- I wasn't ready. He responded by pulling my face to his and kissing me deeply. My first kiss with a guy, and I knew at once it wouldn’t be the last. "Oh, yes," I heard my wife say. Then I began to move my hips up and down, pulling most of the way off his cock and then settling on it. I did it slowly at first, then I sped up the pace. With each in-and-out movement, I felt an electric shock that started in my ass and spread outward. My wife came close to my ass, staring. “Ride him, Andy. Yes. Just like that. Ride his big cock. God, this is amazing. He is drilling your ass. It’s so sexy.” But Kyle wasn’t able to get the leverage he needed to finish. Suddenly I felt his strong hands grip my waist and pull me off him. “Turn around, baby,” he ordered. “On your belly. Ass up, face down,” In moments he was behind me. He pushed his dick back into my gaping hole, meeting no resistance. I grunted at being taken so forcefully. Now he was in charge, setting the pace. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I said softly. Then, louder, “Fuck my ass. Fuck my boy pussy. FUCK ME HARD!” His weight pressed me down onto the mattress. His thrusts were long and deep, and his balls slapped my ass with each inward plunge. “Cum inside me!” I begged. My wife came around the bed, placed her hands on either side of my face, and looked into my eyes for a moment. I was in a world of pleasure beyond anything I had ever imagined. She kissed me passionately, and I think we both knew it was the last time. And then I felt it, an orgasm that began somewhere in my ass and spread thru my entire body. “Oh, my husband is having an actual sissygasm!” My wife was beside herself with what she had done to me. Only seconds later, I heard the satisfying sound – the deep, manly grunts – of a man cumming as Kyle reached his climax. There was one final momentary pause and then a series of pounding thrusts into my boy pussy. He collapsed on top of me. I turned my head to the side and we exchanged a deep kiss, our tongues dancing. “God, that was fantastic,” Kyle murmured into my ear. There was complete silence in the room. Slowly Kyle softened and finally slipped out of me. I felt empty and very wet inside, and then the odd but delightful sensation as his cum start to dribbled out of me, though I clenched my hole to keep as much inside me as possible. He held me in his strong arms. I never wanted him to let go. Finally my wife spoke. “You two looked so good together. So natural. Andy, I know that Kyle is single. You’re my husband, but I really you should be his boyfriend. What do you say?” I paused. I knew she was right. Our marriage was over at that moment. “Yes.”

Watching Guys Fuck In The Theater I went to the theater again. Unfortunately today it didn't look very busy but I had some time so I stopped anyway. After chatting up the busty blonde lady who works the counter a lot I paid for theater entry and walked back, listening to the sound of the video as I went down the long hallway. When I got there and my eyes adjusted I noticed there was only one guy, sitting on one of the back couches. He looked really tweaked out and he was taking hits off a glass pipe. I sat down on the couch next to his and pulled off my shoes and pants and started watching the movie. Nothing too exciting, straight porn, but at least it was an anal video and the guys had nice big dicks. As I was stroking the door opened and another guy came in, he was a gaunt, muscular guy with buzz cut hair and just a hint of a belly. He walked right over and sat down next to the guy who was still hitting his pipe. Obviously they knew each other because they started talking and soon the pipe was replaced in the guys mouth by the big fat dick of the other guy. Once the dick was fully hard he turned the guy around on the couch and pulled a bottle of lube and opened a new bottle of popper from his pocket and a took a few big sniffs and then lubed up his dick and slid one, then two fingers into the guy who's ass was raised. He sank his dick in easily, despite it's large size until his belly was on the guys back then he started to saw in and out. He would stop every now and then to take another hit of poppers and the guy being fucked got his lighter and pipe and was taking hits as he was getting pounded. I just watched, jealous of the dicking that the bottom guy was getting. Feeling emboldened by their display I also turned around on the couch with my ass raised, hoping that the top might want to try my hole out. I wasn't sure they had even noticed I was watching, but it wasn't long before the top pulled out and came over and started feeling up my ass. He applied more lube to his fingers and then slid two into my hole. Finding it already lubed and stretched before I got here, he must have been pleased because I felt him swing a knee over me to one side the couch and then the other knee to the other side, lining his dick up with my crack. He slid into me and started pumping with the same vigor he had been giving the other bottom. Shortly after that the other bottom got up and walked out. I figured he was done for the day, maybe he ran out of crystals for his pipe. The top was really pounding me good, causing me to moan out in time with his grunting. Then the other bottom came back in, with several other guys, he must have gone up to the arcade and brought them back. My little cock was tingling with excitement and I could feel my little balls start to pull up. Without me even touching myself I felt cum start to dribble from my not even fully hard dicklette. My ass was clenching and spasming, and it set off the top. He groaned out "Take my hot load you dirty slut!" as I felt his dick throb and jets of his cum being pumped deep inside. He paused for only a few seconds, then slapped my ass and told me "I hope you enjoy that gift!". The other guys that were lined up then took their turns, each one of them seeding me as they told me things like "Take my charged seed you faggot!" "Yessss, yessss" was about all I could get out between my moans. The first guy that fucked me went around behind the couch and presented me with his dick to clean. I noticed he had a biohazard tattoo on his belly. After I returned him to hardness he went back around behing me, all the other men having taken their turn and this time he slowly fucked me, telling me in my ear how he was going to knock up my ass and how I needed to keep coming back to get more charged loads. I chatted the lady up again on my way out. She gave me the usual smile and told me I looked like I had a good time. She said she wished she could have come back to watch but they were short staffed and she would have to catch the show next time. I knew that wouldn't be long from now.

I have run into a number of guys who want to chat. They get all worked up about how they are going to pound my ass shoot their load deep in me. Then when it gets time to meet I never hear from them. I don’t mind chatting but guys have to realize it has to end with your dick and cum in my ass in my ass. I guess some guys get off that way

“You” had nothing to do with anything going wrong—if anything actually went wrong. He took the initiative, bringing out the lube and telling you what he wanted. You let him take charge by riding your dick and allowing him to take you at his pace. He totally took you, with apparently the expected amount of pain/pleasure. Did you cum quickly? Of course you did. You are young. I’m sure he cums quickly also. In the shower, you talked to him and made sure he was okay. Hopefully, after he thinks about things, he’ll text or call you. You could also text and say “hello,” and see if he responds. But, as others have said, he got into his head and has to think about some possible new realities about himself. Let us know about any new developments. Take care.

Most library story hours that I've seen have been populated with kids in the 4-9 age bracket. Younger kids can't sit still well enough, and older kids already know how to read (well, some of them...). I haven't attended drag queen story hours myself, but I expect they would emphasize age-appropriate content with a message of diversity and acceptance. Certainly, they would not have any sexual content. Sexual content of any flavor isn't appropriate for kids under 10, at least not in our society's code of ethics. Things like this: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6950253-it-s-okay-to-be-different https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/709381.Heather_Has_Two_Mommies https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/117997.And_Tango_Makes_Three https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/791133.Daddy_s_Roommate

So glad you picked up this story again @PartyandBreed, I love the incestuous bond at the center of this story and the sex is hot too... looking forward to these two hoT brothers getting even kinkier and more tweaked!

I absolutely live for public sex. There is a wooded area adjacent to a public park just blocks from my house, along the river. There’s a mixture of homeless encampments, gay cruising and drug use. I routinely, ride my bike into the woods, Especially early morning or when guys are getting off of work. Those times they are the hornist. The popping of my beer or soda can and tossing it onto the ground, and/or the smell of my cigarette will get their attention.I either stand or sit with my full mask on, stroking my meat and it draws them every time. Before I know it they’re sucking on my cock, opening their hole for me. There is a nearby public restroom, in the front of a hardware store, and we will fuck there too. In the main park, out of the wooded area, I often sit on the park bench facing the woods and stroke my meat. They seem to appear out of nowhere, and I follow them into the woods. Night time is really cool. I don’t like being in the woods at night alone, But I have a couple buddies and we all go together, with our masks on. I love the whole danger of it, Keeping one step ahead of the police. Although one time, I fucked a young cop.

Age? It might be any age, because I don't think there's some magic age where kids suddenly are "old enough" to face a person in costume. If there is, we need to ban kids going to Chuck E Cheese, McDonald's, Burger King, any sort of Trick-or-Treating (groomers! groomers!), and more. Kids see a man in drag, and IF they're astute enough to realize it's a man, they understand it's a form of dress-up play, not something sexual in and of itself. And yes, drag can be sexualized, but then so can gym workouts. So can walking down the street. So can... almost any activity in which humans engage. If you want to limit kids' exposure to sexualized behavior, that's fine, but be prepared to (A) distinguish that from drag per se, and (B) apply it evenly across the board to a huge swath of human undertakings. Because if you don't, you're just basically saying you object to drag. And not liking drag is fine, just as not liking sushi or pesto is fine; just don't try to ban drag or sushi or pesto for other people. And how would you define "LGBT content"? Does that mean any story in which there is a gay character, or two characters of the same sex in a relationship? If so, do you also object to "heterosexual content"? In other words, are you saying Prince Charming and Cinderella are fine, but not Prince Charming and Cinderfella? There's a huge difference between acknowledging that same-sex couples exist - that's a societal reality - and going into detail what EITHER of those couples - gay or straight - do in bed.

There’s wrong and there’s unexpected. I’m not sure that sounds so much wrong to me, based on your narrative. Wrong could have resulted in him clamming up, asking you to go, and never seeing you again, but that didn’t happen. He Topped you afterward. Plus, he said he needed to ‘process’, so the question is, what is he processing? The sensations he felt, his reaction to them, or both? Did he suddenly realize a switch had been flipped in him that told him he was gay for sure? Did you cumming in him force an examination of his definition of his masculinity? Is it simply a realization of what he has been doing to all the other guys he’s Topped and seeded, now that he’s had it done to him? In any of these cases, I think it’s only a fuck gone ‘wrong’ because there’s no way it could have gone ‘right’. The young guy who came to me to learn to Top had a similar stunned reaction his first time he seeded me. He lay on me quivering for a while, then pulled away, visibly shaken. I asked if he was okay, and he said it had been the strongest orgasm he’d ever had in his entire life (at 21 he didn’t have much frame of reference, to be fair), but it was something he was going to need to process. He processed it, and returned for more practice.

It seems to me that you're taking a very narrow view of what drag queens do. Yes, they can be part of an evening of raunchy entertainment for adults. They can put on shows in gay bars. Young kids don't belong at those sorts of things (and nearly everyone with half a brain pretty much agrees on that). But drag queens can also do other things. They can read stories to children at libraries. They can host gay Bingo fundraisers (without suggestive content) in fire halls. They can be fabulous in Fourth of July parades. The intention of the laws being enacted in Florida and other places is an effective ban on ALL of these things. The promoters of the laws say it is "only to protect the children", but it is patently obvious that they are flat-out lying about that. Case in point, the county council of a county near me in WV just passed such a law about drag shows specifically. How do we know what their intent was? There was only ONE drag show regularly taking place in that county, and it did NOT feature adult content. I heard from a source I trust that in this case, the president of the county council (promoter of the legislation) also had a vendetta against the owner of the venue where the drag show was taking place. ^^^ THIS ^^^ is why we need to stand up to these kinds of things.

Yep it's two for Tuesday! Chapter 18: Seeding Dean We all laid back on the bed and simulcast the video of the breeding to the TV. Marc was stunned seeing the bucking bronco he was riding Jimmy's cock. He was especially thrilled when I did an extreme close up of his gaping hole when Jimmy pulled his cock out of his ass. We hadn't finished the video yet, when there was a knock at the door. Marc answered it, and it was Dean. He was dressed in a white wife beater and gym shorts. If you saw him walking down the street, there was no way you would think he had a pussy. Dean was openly carrying a bottle of Jack, which was half gone. It was apparent that he had recently drank it. Dean quickly saw the other two on the bed stroking each other's cocks. Dean said it looks like a party and asked if he could join. He said he had another bottle in his room. We said sure, and he went back to his room and came back with not just Jack, but a trick bag. Dean sat down between Jimmy and I and immediately took off his wife beater and grabbed both of our cocks, gently stroking both of us. I started to pre cum a bit, and Dean started sucking my cock. Im not sure where Dean learned his cocksucking skills, but he sucked just as good, or even better than many guys. Dean then stuck his hand down his shorts, starting to finger himself. Jimmy said let me see your pussy, and Dean pulled off his shorts revealing a jock strap. No lacy girly panties, but a jock like any male would wear. Dean told us that he was overjoyed that we had accepted him for who he was. We all agreed that we had no issues with him, and looked forward to having sex with him. He said others have accepted him, but never knew he had a pussy between his legs. He said that most other gay guys back out of having sex when they first see it. He said there were a few that would however let him fuck them with a strap on, and although he would take a cock up his pussy, he preferred it up his ass as a man should. Dean started fingering himself furiously. You could see the lust in his eyes. Dean then pulled his jock down and asked who wanted to suck his cock? Now I haven't seen much female pussy before, and often head a clit referred to as the little man in a boat. Although I'd never heard a clit considered a cock, it was pretty big, and glistened in his juices. To my suprise, Jimmy got up and sucked his cock intensly, before pulling his jock completely down, and darting his tongue inside his pussy, and gently nibbling on his pussy lips. Dean played with his cock as Jimmy worked his pussy with his tongue. Dean blurted out that he needed his ass filled with cum. Marc had been sniffing Dean's soaked jock and smiled and said like my ass? Dean smiled and said give my ass your seed Marc! Dean laid back and spread his legs wide exposing his pink pucker. Dean reached down and started didling his cock, making his pussy even wetter. Marc slapped his rock hard ass cheeks a few times, and teased his hole with his cock. Dean was very verbal. He repeatedly said fill my ass with your man seed. His pussy juices were flowing like a river, which Jimmy noticed, and got several towels to lay out. He could only imagine what it woukd be like once Marc seeded him. Both his ass and pussy dripping. Once Marc seeded him, he started eating his soaked pussy and rimming his loaded ass. He said it was an odd combination of his cum and pussy juice, but it didn't taste bad. Dean pulled out a rather large plug from his trick bag and shoved it up his pussy. I grabbed one of my plugs and shoved it up his ass. Although it was huge, it slid in quite easily. He poured us all a drink, and we started drinking and talking.

I have since then. Usually he messages me at night once his BF has gone to bed. Meet up in the garage to swap loads. It’s hot as he has his BFs load in him already and I’m churning it deeper into his ass along with mine. He loves it because his BF will have no idea another guy has added his load to him. He’ll breed me too and make me lick his cock clean after. Sunday night he was hanging out in the garage as I was leaving as he had another coming over to breed him so clearly he’s getting a lot of action in the garage.

An update to this lol. The next day I took 4 loads. Went to my bfs after and then he fucked me. He made a comment again about how we dont need to use lube because my hole opened up no problem for him. Whenever he says this, i get so fucking horny. Just thinking "dude, its because i was already fucked by 4 guys and their loads are the lube". A lot of times while fucking he likes to slap my ass and tell me how my ass belongs to him 😈

Being locked in a sling, then getting my cock sucked and my ass thoroughly eaten, followed by a good slam and a hard cock pushed into my hole as the rush cascades through my body.

Feels like there is a middle ground. I mean if the guy I’m fucking is clearly struggling like hell and he asked to stop, of course. It’s a a shame but sometimes it doesn’t work for whatever reason. Some anatomies just don’t suit my straight rock hard bone well, and maybe that day I was a bit too horny. It happens. If the bottom, though, has a death grip on his cock and clearly is trying to get off and I tell him to wait, and he cums anyway. Well then I’m keeping on fucking him whether he likes it or not (within reason, but it’s never been a problem). Ya it can be less fun after you cum to have your guts pounded and rearranged, sorry bite down and cope for a bit. I’ll do my best to fill ya up soon enough. 😉

Haha...not a whole lot to tell. He's a jock, just recently graduated the Catholic High School near here...hit me up some months back after school looking for sex on Kik. Blonde, smooth, shaggy hair, big nipples, nice thick uncut cock, good looking, super friendly and chill. He hosted me, said he'd done stuff with buds including "butt stuff" as he called it and he realized he liked it a LOT and wanted it more often than he could get it from his buds. He didn't mention bare, just got me hard, straddled my cock and lowered his down on it to ride me raw first time. Was hot as he was really into it and super verbal, looking in my eyes saying how bad he wanted it, kissed me, and everything. I was hoping he wanted to fuck me but he isn't into fucking guys, just wants to get fucked, which hey, cool by me. He admits he has other guys fucking him too, prefers regular buds doing him, but yeah, apparently jock boy loves getting it in the ass raw.

Part 6 Now don't misunderstand. My little brother was and is a total sex pig whether one on one or in a group. He's versatile and loves getting fucked and sucked just as much as he loves fucking an ass or sucking a hard cock until he gets a mouthful of cum. No matter how much booze he drinks or how much weed he smokes his dick stays hard and he's ready to get naked and nasty. After all, he's the one who seduced me when he was 18 and turned me from a straight faithful married man to loving cock and cum almost as much as he does. But despite all of that I was pretty sure he'd never done any hard drugs. So, I was excited to see what kind of slut my little brother would be once I got him fucked up on T. Chad was starting on his third hit in a row from the pipe and the two clouds so far had been big and when he looked at me I could see in his eyes the meth was already affecting him. Sitting on the hotel bed facing each other I reached out and started slowly jacking his cock as he did his third hit. “Yeah little brother, that's it. Suck that smoke in. How are you feeling buddy? It's hitting you isn't it?” I asked in a low lusty voice. My hand was almost covered in his thick precum oozing out of his piss slit in a steady stream. He blew another huge cloud then looked straight at me with a hunger in his black eyes I hadn't seen before. “Oh fuck, big bro! Oh damn man I am so horny! I'm loving this bro! Fucking loving it!” I gave a slight laugh and told him, “Yeah I can tell. I've never felt your dick so hard and big! And it almost looks like you're cumming with all the precum you're leaking.” He wrapped his fist around my own throbbing prick and squeezed tight making me moan in pleasure and pain. “Your cock is pretty damn hard and dripping too big bro. Looks like both of us need to cum bad, and soon!” Letting go of my rockhard cock, Chad moved from a sitting position so that he was laying on his back and pulling his strong muscled legs up and back toward his chest. “Fucking beautiful, little bro,” I breathed as he gave me a perfect view of his jock ass and hole. “C'mon, Lance,” he panted. “Slide your big bro hard cock in my hole and fuck me! Fuck your little brother hard and deep until you fill me up with your ropes of incest cum! Fuck me man please! I need you to fucking pound me!” I sat up on my knees and moved forward until my dripping cockhead was pressing just enough to be felt on my little brother's chemmed up anxious hole, making him groan and pull his legs back even more. “You feel that little bro?” I said softly. “You feel that wet cockhead against your asslips? That wet cockhead that belongs to your own big-dicked bro? You want my married fat cock to open up those asslips and push every bare inch inside your jock butt and fuck you until I give you the cum I should be giving my wife?” “YES, damn it! Yes Lance that's what I want. It's what I need. Shove your cheating fucking cock in my ass and pound the hell out of me! Incest fuck your little brother and breed me deep! Do it fucker! Please do it!” Chad was almost sobbing from the need to get fucked by me. A need I knew was heightened by the tina in his body. And the need I had to be inside him was something I couldn't resist any longer. “If that's what you want little brother,” I growled thrusting my hips forward powerfully and slamming all 8.5 inches up inside his tight warm hole at once. His hole clamped down tight on my meat and I knew I wouldn't last long before giving him my seed. I heard what sounded like a gurgling noise and looked at my naked little brother laying under me. His lips were open and the sound was coming from him as his eyes rolled up in his head and his back arched up off the bed. “Fucking...tight...sweet...hole,” I panted, laboring to get the words out. “A hole made for cock,” I grunted as I began withdrawing from the deepest part of his ass. “A hole made for cum,” I yelled as I drove my full length back inside him. “A hole that belongs to me you nasty fuck! I own your ass little brother and your big bro is going to take good care of it!!” I was moving in and out at an increasing pace. I could feel my nuts drawing up already to shoot their load of adulterous cum deeper inside Chad's body than I'd ever shot. Chad was writhing under my weight and the unrelenting powerfuck he was getting. He reached up and grabbed my biceps and practically screamed, “Oh gawwwdddd yes, Lance! Pound me, pound me, pound me. Make that ass yours big bro! Breed me dude! Please bro give me your fucking cum!!” His pleading and loss of all control took me over the edge and I felt my cock throb and begin firing shot after shot and rope after rope of tina cum in my little brother's clutching ass where we both wanted it to be. My most intense orgasm ever. (to be continued)

Writers Note. This is a sequel to The Step Son. Some of the content here will come from that story. Chapter 1: Leaving My Mark As we were driving home from the hotel, I got a text from my experimental friend, Marc. What perfect timing as I was already partially hard in the back seat thinking about the possibility of pozzing him! He went to a different college than I did, and said it would be great if I could visit sometime. He said his college roomie dropped out, and he now had a room to himself. I was going to a local community College and still living at home, and his college wasn't too far away. This would be perfect! I joked and said we wouldn't be able to skinny dip though! He said true, but the dorm did have a nice group shower and he now had a room to his own! He said there was a break coming up, and most of the guys on the floor would be going home, and he was tired of hearing guys fucking girls in their rooms. I asked him if he wanted to take our experimenting further, and he said yes. I asked how so, and he said he wanted us to fuck each other. My cock started leaking pre cum now. Luckily we stopped for gas and I headed to the restroom to relieve my pent up toxic sperm. I hated shooting it into the toilet, but had to get relief! While I was cumming, I snapped a picture and texted it to him. He replied with a picture of him stroking his cock in his room. We decided on the weekend, and I asked my parents if it was OK to visit him. My step dad said definitely as he knew our bonding had taken time away from us seeing each other. My mom also liked the idea saying it would give her and dad some alone time for the weekend.

Has anyone seen many videos including this? I think this discussion is so hot, whether it's had as you continue your fuck, or straight up front. There's one video, I can't find it right now, where the actors talk about how they're going to fuck before they do it. It's a four gone conversion they're fucking raw, but it's so hot to hear them discuss it. Anyone know of any vids like this and willing to share?

Always a 💦 with your stories Thank you 😁

Over the last few days I have been trying to meet up with my thirty-something Fuckbud , he has been traveling for work so it's been slightly difficult to arrange our schedules. We have a great arrangement, I am his "on call cumdump." He loves to call me that. It's works great, he gets a nice piece of ass, I get bred with a nice load, no lines, no waiting. No muss, no fuss!! He is a great fuckbud. Yesterday, we agreed to a late night fuck. My guess it would be 1 AM or later. He was going out drinking and when he came home he would hit me up for a breeding. I agreed I would be waiting for him and ready. It certainly works for me. One of the last time we did that, it was a fuck to remember at 2:30am. It was a hot, long, slick breeding. He fucked me for over an hour, I loved it, felt so good. Both of us remember it! I love my hole worked good. Fuck me!! Around midnight, while waiting to be "called", a top who was in a hotel about 3 miles from me hit me up on Sniffies, he was looking to breed, dump a raw load. To be honest, my FB loves a pre-loaded hole and I thought, why not, I am just waiting, so off I went to take a load. I drove to the hotel, no keycard to get into the hotel, the room door was open.... The top was on the bed in the other room waiting for me to suck him hard! I sucked him, and he ate my ass and then he fucked me, after a few minutes he blew his load deep in me. I got dressed and headed out!! Mission completed. When I got to my car I checked my phone, its now 1:15AM, no message. As I was pulling out of the parking lot my phone buzzed. It was my fuckbud, he was ready to breed me. PERFECT! Bring it on! I told him I would be on my way, I asked if a pre-loaded hole would be ok, he said "FUCK YEAH, HELL Yes!! Little did he know I was pulling out of the parking lot of a hotel with a fresh load in my hole. I was already on my way, in the car, heading his way!! I arrived at his apartment and thing are how they aways have been, I buzz his unit, he lets me in. I strip down to a jockstrap in the living room, he is waiting in the bedroom for me to get ass up on all fours on the bed! I love it, he is ready to fuck!! Now I really love a pre-loaded fuck, it's so smooth. Last night it was incredible. My FB slid right into me. It was so hot, last night again he fucked me every way to Sunday. He's a great top, he knows how to fuck, he fucks me deep, he teases my hole with the tip of his cock, he asks me to back up onto it, pushing his cock into me as deep as it can go. I don't know what it was last night but it was another fuck of a lifetime. It was of those hour long fucks where I won't forget for a long time. We fucked until we were spent! We laid there for a bit, catching our breath, totally satisfied, then I headed home and snuck back into my bed about 2:30am. This morning I got a text from my FB, he was ready for fuck and go, a simple breeding. I showed up, stripped in the living room and was on all fours on his bed taking his cock in just a few minutes!! Less than 10 minutes later I was back in my car on my way home, satisfied with a nice load in my hole How I love being a cum-dump taking a load!!

That is the perfect scenario!! 🔥💉

I sucked off a colleague at work about 10 years ago! I was a manager at the time overseeing a team of 40 sales associates at a large department store. He was a personal shopper and he made a move one day in the locker room. He kissed me and before I knew it, I was on my knees in the men's room eating his hole and sucking him off. I swallowed his load, before returning to the shop floor! Two weeks later I had him breed my partner while I was away! 🐷

I did. I draw on the side too

I got a ball gag to keep my moans and screaming down as I'm whipped. Sometimes the neighbours can hear the slaps of whip on corset clad tranny but not my moans.

Very true. It's not that you should be cruel to yourself or anyone else, just know what's likely going to net you fun and chase that. Also, the same bathhouse is drastically different daytime v evening, weekday v weekend, special party v general... So if you're seeking something specific or know you appeal more broadly in certain markets, try and align for that. Adonises gonna Adonis, but there's plenty of dick for the discerning pig. It's just how these things go at the baths.

For me fisting and bondage go well together.

Just took a load from this hot guy on Grindr I’ve been chatting with for awhile, schedules finally lined up. It was well worth the wait. His cock felt amazing, just slid right into multiple hungry cunt. He knew how to use it too. Finally, I got him to cum and felt every surge and spurt as he blew his load inside me.

Never get more random and anon than using collected loads and found used condoms.

Hot! Yeah had a similar situation, top gave me an enema and cleaned me with his piss. I has to suck his cock while I sat on the toilet.

Oh, shit, Sir. Sounds like my stroke. It fucked up my dominant hand (among other things). Concentrate on Your rehab, Sir.

Part 5 Both of us were high and horny as hell from the joints we kept smoking and the beer and booze we kept drinking. The sounds of raw man-on-man sex from the dvd that was playing egged us on even more too. I was slurping noisily on my little brother's hard as nails leaking cock, letting the precum pool on my tongue then swallowing it only to have it quickly replaced by more. This guy leaks precum constantly and tasting it only makes me hungrier to taste his full loads of thick jizz sliding down my throat. Chad's dirty talk mixed with letting me know how good I was making him feel fueled my desire to please him and make this night one he'd always remember. That thought made me grin around his pulsing cock as he slid it in and out of my mouth. It was time I told myself to start making the night “special”. I pulled my lips off of my little brother's slick hard cock and watched it smack against his hard abs, hearing the “thwap” sound of flesh hitting flesh. Chad looked down at me, his face flushed and his eyes a bit unfocused, and his sexy beautiful smile even more attractive as he was enjoying his sex high. “Mmmmm bro,” he mumbled as he ran a hand over my sweaty head. “Your mouth is frigging awesome! You had me close to feeding you my cum. Why'd you stop?” I slid up on the disheveled bed to lay next to him. We moved our mouths onto each other as we kissed intensely. Breaking the kiss I reached down and took Chad's hard cock in my fist and slowly started to jack it for him, causing him to close his eyes and lean his head back on the pillow and say, “Yeah, Lance. Jack that dick. Work another load out of your little brother's cock for you to eat.” I lightly kissed his neck and said, “Oh don't worry little brother. I'm gonna work loads and loads of cum out of your nuts tonight. And I'm gonna make sure you get lots of loads of your big bro's married cum.” “My big bro's married cheating incest cum,” he groaned eagerly. His filthy talk about our ta*boo sex always stoked our libidos. “You know it, buddy. All you want. But before we start the next round I have something I want you to try. It'll make everything we do for the rest of the night hotter and more fun than ever.” Saying that, I got off the bed and walked over to my gym bag even as Chad raised his head and opened his eyes asking me what I was talking about. My hand easily grabbed the pipe, torch and one of the many plastic bags I had made sure were packed before leaving my house to come here to the hotel. I turned back around to face Chad and walked to the bed, my cock harder than just a couple of minutes ago as my excitement grew thinking of the effect the tina would have on Chad. I hoped he'd be willing to take it and was pretty sure he would, but the slight doubt wouldn't be gone until I saw him blowing clouds. I climbed back onto the bed and put my back against the headboard indicating for Chad to do the same. Finally he asked, “What's all that, big bro? What are you up to?”, giving me a lusty smirk. I started my answer in a round-about way. “You remember when you were out of town for a few days a couple or three weeks ago? And how we talked on the phone every day and both of us were telling each other how horny we were to have sex together?” Chad was lazily stroking his dick and gave me a leer. “Yeah, bro, I remember. Both of us were saying we had a major case of blue balls,” he chuckled. I smiled at his wording. “Exactly. So we both said we'd have no problem if either of us hooked up with somebody until we could get together again. Hell, we're not exclusive, right?” I laughed knowing how much we both needed and enjoyed sex. “Sure, sure,” Chad said, his gaze more focused now that he realized I was working up to something he'd like. “You told me about the hot trucker you met and played with and how good the sex was with him,” he continued. “Matter of fact, big bro, I think you said it was great as fuck, not just good.” We both laughed as we could feel the sexual tension in the room growing. I held up the items in my hand to give Chad a closer and better look. “Yeah, it was,” I answered, “and this was a big part of why,” I said as I gave the small plastic bag a slight shake. Before Chad could ask I told him it was tina. “Ever heard of it little bro?” “Yeah,” he answered with obvious excitement in his voice. “Never tried it but I've heard it is some wild sh*t for partying and fucking.” “Like you can't imagine!” I replied, the excitement in my voice matching his. “The trucker introduced me to it and little bro it was fucking out of this world how hot and sleazy it made the fun with the trucker. I want us to do it together. Let it make everything tonight wilder, dirtier, and hotter than ever.” Chad had taken the bag from my hand when I offered it to him and was now looking at it closely. I felt my boner throb and my asshole twitch. With a mischievous glint in his eyes Chad looked up at me and said, “We've had some damn good wild, dirty and hot fun together, bro. And this will make it all even nastier?” “Hell yeah it will, little bro!” I said reaching for the baggie as Chad returned to stroking his dick. “Let's do it!”, he answered. “Show me, big bro.” From the plastic baggie I took 3 good-sized shards and put them in the bowl of the pipe, like the trucker had shown me. They made a nice pile that should give Chad and me quite a few hits before there'd be a need to refill the bowl. I resealed the baggie and placed it on the bedside table then turned back to meet Chad's eager face as I moved the torch under the bowl. “So,” I told him, “the shards of tina go in the bowl and then we heat up the bowl making them melt and start to smoke. It's the smoke that does it. We inhale it once the bowl is full of white clouds, hold the smoke in for a little bit then blow it out. It starts to hit real quick once you blow out the smoke. I'll do it first and show you,” I said, bringing the torch to life underneath the bowl. As my sexy naked little brother watched I heated the bowl, the shards melting quickly and filling the bowl with the swirling white smoke I had quickly learned to crave as the trucker had coached me and made sure I had all I wanted. A quick thought ran through my mind that tina wasn't the only thing the trucker had introduced me to. But I didn't let the thought linger as I put the stem of the pipe to my lips and slowly began sucking it in. I took deep inhales, emptying the smoke-filled bowl twice before taking my lips off of the pipe. Holding my breath I looked at Chad who was following every move and jacking his cock with one hand and playing with his hard nips with the other. Not able to hold my breath any longer and knowing this was going to be a big cloud I let the smoke escape between my parted lips, blowing it right into Chad's face. Damn! It was the biggest cloud I'd blown yet I thought. But then of course I HAD taken a big-ass hit knowing that Chad watching. “Hot fucking damn, big bro!” Chad let out, making it clear he was impressed and turned on. “Watching you blow that smoke out got me horny as hell!” “You ready to try it, little bro?” I asked handing him the pipe. “You fucking know it!” he said as he took the pipe from me and put it between his lips. My hands were trembling in anticipation and excitement as I put the torch under the bowl and lit it. “Keep sucking it in until I tell you to stop, okay,” I told him as we both watched the bowl fill with smoke. He nodded as he began inhaling. “Consider this one of your graduation gifts, little bro,” I whispered as I watched the beginning of his transformation and corruption. (to be continued)

4. Member of the Team I woke up naked covered in mud with a mouth that tasted like a sick raccoon had thrown up in it. My head felt kicked in by a moose. After the automated sprinklers went on way before dawn, I had been feverishly hot but the wetness and cold made me stir. I had no idea where I was. It was still dark. I heard hissing like snakes around me, then water gushed periodically over my skin. It took a couple of good drenches to motivate me get moving. It was a struggle, I got to tell you, just to get on my hands and knees. One palm on the ground, rest; one bent knee, rest; another palm on the ground—rising up was obviously going to take a while. By the time I got on all fours, I had pieced together enough flashes of the previous evening to realize there was a narrative, if I followed it, which led to me struggling to crawl out of the bushes, being soaked by a cold spray, and caked in mud. I had been fucked for the first time in my life. That part was now clear. I remembered it was by my hot roommate, who I subsequently fisted and jerked off in his ass. This was also a premiere event. I was in back of the library, but looking around, saw no sign of said hot roommate, good ol' fist and cock taker, Drake Chadwick. Pulling on clothes over a muddy body has got to be one of the most uncomfortable feelings in the world, but I’m not about to cross campus naked, so I suck it up and get back to the dorm uncomfortably but uneventfully. A Goth girl has done an all-nighter at the reception desk, and she wants to look at me as much as I want to be looked at. I slip up to my room, find it’s empty, and bring a towel to the group showers. I spend ten minutes just letting the warm spray wash over my head. When I get back to the room it’s still dark outside, and I lay on my bed, I swear, for two seconds, and instantly my alarm screams at me with the blinding sun shining through the open window. Still no beefcake Drake. Somehow I make it to the pool by seven a.m. For everyone but me this is first practice for the water polo team. Since I missed the tryouts, this is, by default, my tryout. I gotta admit to you, swimming’s my thing. I don’t know water polo from horsey polo. But it’s in a swimming pool, so how hard can it be. I’m wearing the Levi cutoffs from home, which is the only swimsuit I own. I stand out from the rest of the team like some Okie cousin. Everyone's in identical red speedos, and everyone’s trying to avoid eye contact, which makes me even more self-conscious. Of course it’s Reznor, with his scruffy chin beard, who’s the first one to shout out to me in his Foghorn Leghorn drawl, “Nice shorts, Daisy Mae,” which makes several of his blond boys snicker. The best I can do with my cobweb-for-a-brain is to flip him the bird. Great come back, yeah, I know. There’s an earsplitting whistle bouncing off all the white tiles. Coach Brandon descends stairs from his office on the floor above like a Greek god coming to earth from Mouth Olympus. He’s wearing white shorts, white sneakers and a clingy red tank top, which only accentuates his bronze body reflected in the glassy pool. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this way. Drake, in his red speedo, follows closely down the stairs. His cheeks are even more flushed than yesterday when I first met him jacking off in our dorm room. I recognize most everyone around the pool, but there are six older guys hanging out together. I figure they’re the ones that live in one of the townhouses. They’re older—only guys that are juniors and seniors get to live in the townhouses. I’ll leave out the commentary, but they’re six of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen. All perfect V-shapes, six foot and up range, with lat spans like eagle's wings; a half dozen perfect specimens of the male form in every skin tone the good Creator blessed us with. “Break into groups of four,” coach says. “Townhouse, split three and three. Hannigan and Fernandez, you’ll relay first and again fourth. Freestyle up and back, and make sure your team touches the wall.” The townhouse guys form two groups in lane one and two. Paxton the stutterer, wee Tommy (who looks like he's been up all night and has a happy smile plastered on his face), Rafiki and I line up in lane three. Dick-face Reznor, Steve Reynold (who also looks a little out of it, but, man, what a Gluteus to the Maximus the boy has), the towering van den Haus, and beefcake Drake form a line in lane four. I glance over at my roommate, but he’s busy studying Haus’ acned back. Still won't make eye contact. Whatever. Coach gives out a shrill whistle again and Hannigan, Fernandez, Paxton, and Reznor dive in and crawl like madmen up the twenty-five yards to the end, submerge, twist and propel themselves off the far wall. They’re coming back, my boy Paxton’s ahead, with the two older guys in lanes one and two in hot pursuit, with Raznor’s bringing up the rear. Dip-shit is as slow as he is obnoxious. Paxton taps the wall and little Tommy does a giant leap over him and is in the lead for most of the first half, but two of the older boys from the townhouse catch up to him on the turnaround, and iron butt Steve Reynolds makes a huge effort and passes Tommy right before they touch the wall. The two swimmers from the townhouse were initially breaking away, but Raf’s large hands are making up some of the difference and shrinking their leads. House, by far the biggest guy on the team, is surprisingly fast. His shoulders roll powerfully; his traps bulge, flexing amazingly with each stroke. Both House and Raf tie with the older guys in the flip turn, and all four are neck-and-neck coming up to the wall. Hannigan and Fernandez are still catching their wind from their first effort, while Drake and I get ready for our teammates to tap the wall. They simultaneously tap, and the four of us dive roughly at the same time. I’m swimming like crazy, making a big splashy mess, and I see Drake is about even with me on my right. I give it my all and am gaining ahead of Drake but not the older guys. Then on the flip turn (which you have to realize this is another of my firsts in the past eight hours), I kick against the wall as hard as I can and feel, I know it’s nuts, a little of Drake cum squirt out my non-virgin butthole. My head’s pivoting both ways to see if I’m ahead of Drake and the townhouse boys—and I’m in the lead! My lungs burn, but my adrenaline is propelling me like a torpedo, and I see the pool’s wall in sight. As I make the tap, coach blows the whistle and I realize our team wins. Yay me! Yay lane three! But before I can celebrate with my fellow lane-mates, coach says, “Okay, again.” By the fourth time we’ve gone through these relays, most of the underclassmen, including me, are ready for the showers. Our lane has won three of the four trials and I’d like to end feeling good about my first day at practice, to be told how good I did and, yes, I’m on the team, but coach says to split into two-man groups. I look over at Drake and he finds his toes are more interesting than meeting my eye. Raf slaps my shoulder and he and I line up in lane six. (Now, if you’ve been doing the math, you’d know there are fourteen of us—for those on their phones in the back of the class: eight underclassmen, six upperclassmen—and yes, this will be on the final.) We break up in our pairs and take up seven of the eight lanes. Raf gets in front of me, and we go through backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and then freestyle. I’m exhausted but Raf and I do a decent job, taking at least second or third and one time first in all four of the events. Pube-face Raznor swallows a bunch of pool water on his last crawl and hurls some of it back into the pool filter. “C-c-classy,” says Kenworth Paxton, his cheek scars folding into his smile. Coach’s whistle shrieks a final time. He makes a final note on his clipboard, and fans the clipboard toward the showers. I follow Raf into the locker room and he introduces me to the townhouse guys. Their six names I immediately forget mostly because I’m trying not to stare—there’s a lot of flesh packed into those speedos. It strikes me how the townhouse guy’s packages are fully stuffed while all the underclassmen I met at dinner last night (except Raf, our dorm’s Resident Assistant, who I remember is a junior) seem to have crotches as flat as Ken dolls. Now that I’m looking at them, more like Barbies. Hannigan and Fernandez—their names I do recall—flank me as we walk through the rows of lockers. Hannigan tells me they’re co-captains and boyfriends. I’m sure their names will now stick. “You’re fast,” Hannigan says, “but you can’t keep twisting your head back and forth like you do.” “Control that,” Fernandez adds, encouragingly, “you’ll get more speed. But you looked good out there.” He smacks my wet Levis, and I know I’m grinning like a goon. They strip off their suit and Hannigan's got a massive Irish sausage surrounded by fiery red pubes, and Fernandez slides off his speedo and sports, not just a beautiful, meaty burrito, but the thickest black bush I’ve ever seen. It’s amazingly how he’s cropped it right to the edge of his speedo. The four other townhouse guys pass by clapping my shoulders and one smacks my butt—this hottie with a G.I. Joe jaw—welcoming me on board. At their lockers they all reveal an assortment of fat cocks, long cocks, cut and uncut. You gotta remember, at the lake back home, all I ever seen are old guys’ fifty- and sixty-year-old wieners, so taking in these young studs, it’s all I can do to not pop a boner in my fraying cutoffs—but then I freeze. What stops me mid-unbuttoning is seeing all the underclassmen, all those guys at last night’s dinner—stuttering Paxton, little Tommy, giant House, dick-face Raznor, bowling ball butt Steve Reynolds, even beefcake Drake—slowly peel off their swim suits, and every single one of them displays a shriveled cock compressed tightly inside a metal chastity cage. Just as I’m pulling down my Levis, the coach appears and says, “Dupree, my office.” Just a second ago there was a solemn droopiness hanging over the underclassmen. Suddenly, with those three words from the coach, the whole damn team turns into hooting and hollering idiots. I feel my cheeks burn without knowing why. Drake is barking and howling the loudest of all, the first time he’s looked at me all morning. He’s got a vengeful look in his eye that I totally don’t get. “Dupree. Now,” goes the coach. The two additional words makes the locker room explode into a bench-stomping, locker-banging, towel-snapping madhouse. I ascend away from the racket, looking back at the team with growing unease. *** Apparently Coach Brandon shares his office with Coach Rocco. Anyway, that’s what the name plate on the desk kitty-corner to the coach’s desk reads. The guy’s sitting there, hairy legs up on his desk reading a magazine. He glances up when Coach Brandon and I come in. There’s all these photos of the soccer team in action on the wall behind him. Extra points if you guessed he’s the soccer coach. The guy’s more compact than Brandon, handsome in a smarmy, Mafioso kind of way. The legs of his blue gym shorts are loose and it’s very apparent, to me anyway, the guy’s forgotten to wear anything under them—yep, there’s his big Mafioso pecker—which is A-Okay with me. His dark eyes see what I’m looking at. The black brows scowl in disapproval but he also makes no adjustment to cover his wang—again, fine by me. His jet black hair is slicked straight back, and he’s got a heavy five-o’clock shadow even though it’s barely nine. I say hey. He says nothing. Nice guy. Remind me not to sign up for the soccer team. “How’d he do?” Coach Rocco goes. Seems like a real asshole if you want to know the truth. I’m mean, I’m right in the room for Christ sakes. Who does that? Coach perches on the edge of his desk, and motions for me to take the metal chair by the door. I guess I’m gonna be here for a while. I’m still wet and the chair’s cold, but I’m not going to wuss out, so I just sit and look around the room. Next to my chair is an examination table with back rest bent at a forty-five degree angle. Probably in case of sport injuries, I reckon. Behind the coach in his corner there’s a fish tank humming away; Rocco’s corner has a lit up terrarium. A brilliant red fish swims around the aquarium, and in the rocks at the bottom, peaking out, looks like there’s an eel. Rocco’s terrarium has some kind of frog sitting in a pan of water and a large striped snake draped over some fake tree branches. Couple of animal lovers, I’m thinking. “He did okay. He’s gonna need training, though,” coach says to Rocco. I just love being talked about in third person. I feel it’s my duty to give a short lecture on gender binary assumptions, but Rocco’s eyebrows tell me that this isn’t the audience for it. “A lot of training,” coach goes on to Rocco. “But the talent’s there. Wing man, I’m thinking, to start. We’ll see how he does. Might be a good hole, who knows.” Rocco hisses a laugh. Should I be aware of a double entendre in sport-speak? I’m sure I’m just being paranoid because Rocco’s eyes grow bored and they travel back to the Sports Illustrated he’s holding. “You’ll need a lot more discipline, too, son, but we’ll cover that soon enough.” Coach takes an uncomfortably long beat checking me out before he moves to his aquarium. He picks up a can of fish pellets from his desk and knocks some flakes into the water. The red fish jumps on them. “You’re a water mammal, comfortable in the water. Grew up beaver or otter country, all those Vermont rivers and ponds, eh?” “Yep.” Don’t know where he’s going with this but I’m inclined to believe he’s saying I made the team. Just have to make it through some team philosophical tenets, is my guess. “Yeah, I definitely see that in you.” Coach goes to a cabinet, unlocks it, and takes out a glass jar of what look like creepy, squirmy pink worms. He uncaps the lid, draws out a worm and drops it in the tank. The eel shoots straight by the startled fish, and gobbles the worm furiously in a couple of chomps. Ick. “But first I need you to decide something. You can stay with your warm-blooded mammal roots—and that’s perfectly okay if you do. Dolphins are warm blooded mammals after all. Very team oriented, and smart as heck. But the team can always use a cold-blooded shark. No need to decide here and now. Just think about it. Either way, though, first step is to make you a sea creature. We need to lose all this mammal hair. I’m sure you saw no one on the team has a follicle on their body. Up here,” he points to the sparse hair coating my chest, then lower. “And down there. You okay with that?” “You want I should shave it?” “I’m sure you’ve noticed all the swimmers at the Olympics are all smooth.” “His armpits too,” Rocco pipes up behind his magazine. “Armpits, too,” agrees Brandon. “Yeah,” I say. “I can do it tonight.” “No. We do it now. If that’s all right with you. Waxing is much better than a razor.” He tosses me a red speedo. “Slip those on. You’re a creature of the sea from now on. Got it?” “Creature of the sea. Got it, coach.” It’s probably a stupid question, but sometimes I’m slow to catch on to things. “So does that mean I’m on the team?” I like to clarify. Sometimes more than once. “Almost. Couple of indoctrinations that we can take care of right here, right now, and then you’ll be fully pledged.” Should I be nervous that he’s slipping on a blue latex glove? Maybe it’s for reasons of hygiene I tell myself. “You make it sound like I’m joining a fraternity, coach.” Rocco looks up as I slip off my cutoffs and pull up the team’s red speedo. I make sure I pull on my member to plump it up, for Rocco’s benefit, before tucking it in place. “I’d call it more like a brotherhood, son.” Coach Brandon lights a white candle and rotates it around watching the wax melts. “Same tradition that the soccer team has, right Coach Rocco?” “Same traditions, Coach Brandon.” “Now, up on the table on your back, Dupree.” I climb on the cold metal table and lie back. Rocco looks up, grabs his water bottle and watches what the coach and I are up to. Coach swirls the melting wax around and sets the candle on the exam table. Then he does the craziest thing: he sticks his hand into the terrarium and pulls out the frog—or toad—or whatever. I’m not a biology major. “So, this is Benjie, the team’s mascot. He’s a transfer toad from Arizona’s Sonoran Desert. This is Kyle Dupree, Benjie.” Coach holds the thing in his palm and—hand to God—the toad croaks in my face like he’s saying hello. “Tradition is all new players give Benjie a lick for good luck, isn’t that right Coach Rocco?” “It’s tradition, Coach Brandon,” he says behind his magazine. “Not one athlete’s ever decline.” “Yeah,” I say, climbing off the table, “well you just found your first one declining.” Coach Brandon puts a hand on my chest and goddamn if he doesn’t flick his tongue over the toad’s back. “See. Tastes like chicken,” he laughs. Rocco comes up in back of Brandon, puts a hand on coach’s shoulder, and also darts his tongue across the mascot. “Mm-mm. Tasty toady,” he jokes, displaying all his pearly teeth. “Every one of my boys have done it, same as all of Coach Brandon’s. C’mon, Dupree. You a pussy?” One thing about me is don’t dare me something. So I frown, then, ready to be disgusted, stick out my tongue. Coach Brandon flips Benjie over and smashes the toad’s back across my tongue while squeezing it. All its little warts pop juice into my mouth. It’s disgusting, worse that I imagined—so goddamn nasty! Like licking a chalkboard eraser that’s soaked in a urinal. A rancid, gritty slime coats my mouth. Rocco hands me his water bottle and I swig back a ton, which only washes the nauseating pustules into my stomach. The gross taste fills my stomach, and after about half a minute a feeling builds like I’m going to puke. Coach’s putting Benjie back in his terrarium, while Coach Rocco reads my face and quickly grabs the waste basket. Just in time he puts it under my chin and I hurl last night’s burgers and curly fries. I’m feel waves of nausea roiling inside my guts. I don’t thinking I’m done puking. I hope the coaches are prepared because I’m not a quiet puker. I’m dizzy and reach out a hand to Coach Rocco to steady myself. My second round ralphing is twice as violent and three times as loud as the first. I think I even hear some sympathetic groans from the team downstairs. Coach Rocco rubs my back. “It’ll pass, buddy,” he says. “Just hang in there.” When I look at him again, there’s something in his dark brown eyes that looks incredibly sympathetic. I don’t think I saw that before. When I retch a third time, a little less violently this time, into his metal trashcan, afterward I see a goddamn aura of goodness shimmering around him. My hero with a bronze bucket of puke! And when I look at Coach Brandon I see the same care and concern and—for Christ sakes!—honest to God, I see actual loving hearts pouring out the coach’s eyes, like little heart icons floating up the screen on an app. This vision feels so intense. Everywhere I look is the most wonderful sight. The whole office is the most loving, the most fantastic office in the world. If heaven was an office, this would be God’s office. I can’t get these thoughts out of my head: Jesus would be the receptionist outside; they’re would be a typing pool of angels in row after row. The pencils on the desk are the most perfect pencils God’s ever created. I gasp! That red fish is the most awesome red fish in the entire world, and I’m the one looking right at it and it’s looking back at me. It’s the red fish of perfection! “Lie back, son. Just enjoy what you’re feeling. And, while you’re enjoying it,” Coach Brandon says, running a hand up and down my body—God it feel good, “let’s relieve you of this animal hair. Set free the beautiful sea creature inside you.” Is he really saying corny stuff like this? Does it matter? All that matters is his hand running over my body. As I lie back feeling I feel all the love of the universe, all at the same time, in every inch of me. I watch the coach aim his beautiful white candle over my abdomen and lets the liquid flow out. It stings as it hits the skin above my bellybutton, and he smears it around with a flat wooden stick—but I don’t mind the pain. Pain is pleasure says the coach, and I believe whatever coach says. Either coach for that matter. Immediately, he applies a cloth swatch over the drying wax, waits a few seconds, then rips it off, pulling with it a rectangle of belly hair. “Yow!” I place a hand over the now-smooth skin. “Shit, coach. That hurts,” I say, stupidly grinning. “Exactly,” he says, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Rocco coughs a laugh and pulls off my speedo. I’m loving it, every second. I take Rocco’s hairy paw and run it over my hardening cock. “So I don’t abuse you more than necessary, let’s use clippers to trim you,” says Coach Brandon. From his drawer he brings out barber clippers, snaps it on. He buzzes over the sparse hair on my chest, my arms, my legs, but he really goes to town on my crotch. Bunches of curly brown pubes he pulls out of the clipper blades. The vibration feels so good, I start trying to hump the clippers with my pelvis, which amuses manly Rocco. Rocco distracts me by twisting my very sensitive nipples. With Coach Brandon satisfied he’s buzzed away enough of my body hair, he’s back with the hot wax. He drips over my short crotch curlies and he pushes it around with the wooden stick. He applies the rectangle swath and zips it off. “Youch!” I feel half my pubic bone is smooth as a baby’s butt. He does this several more time, none of which hurts any less. In fact, the more he does it the more it hurts and the redder my skin gets. He feels his work running his hand over my bare crotch while avoiding my cock, but it doesn’t matter. It’s hard all by itself. Then coach drips wax over my balls. I let out a squelched yelp as Rocco bends down and plants his wet mouth on mine. Brandon rips off the wax from each ball, rubs each one with his thumb, and squeezes my entire sack to make sure all the hair is gone. I lose track of time as he rips off every follicle from my body. “I need you to flip around, son.” He lowers the back rest so the tables perfectly flat. I’ve got a stiffy, but lay on my belly anyway pressing it into the cold metal. “I need you to spread your legs. A little wider.” I comply, as he pulls down my balls so their exposed. I know this is going to hurt but Rocco’s massaging my shoulders so I don’t care. If it hurts all the better as long as Rocco’s there. “Rocco,” I say with my face smashed on the exam table. “I’m so fucking high, Rocco. Rocco? I think I love you. And Coach Brandon, too. And I love all my teammates. Even ol’ pube chin Reznor.” Rocco chuckles, still kneading my shoulder blades. “That’s Benjie, our magical bufo toad talking. Do you know what a bufo toad is?” I try shaking my head but am enjoying Rocco’s touch so much I can’t move. “A bufo toad has venom that’s an extremely potent psychedelic. Even the little taste I got gives me a buzz. Nothing like the amount you got though, buddy, but I’m with you, man. I love you, too. And I love the coach. And we love you.” “You do?” When the wax hits the taint between my balls and asshole, I don’t know if the hot wax hurts more or coach ripping off the wax hurts more. Let’s call it a tie. As a consolation prize, Rocco grabs my hand and puts it down his shorts. I eagerly grab his thick member and start stroking him. I’m tripping so hard on how good his cock feels. The more I stroke him the more he likes it. Sex is the most magically thing in the universe! Coach Brandon’s busy pulling open my butt cheeks, first one side, then the other, and waxing them. Each time the hot wax is getting closer to my hole. Ripping the wax off isn’t too bad here since I’m not that hairy around my hole. But the moment he drips the burning wax directly on my anus, I yowl while at the same time Roscoe groans as I crush his cock. Coach rips the last few hairs around my asshole off, and then he applies a cooling ointment and swirls it around my hole. I’m looking over at Coach Rocco’s body: beautifully hairy, swirling circles of fur that twirl like sand dunes in the wind. The pattern his body hair makes is mesmerizing. There symmetry and geometry at play. I’m convinced there’s fractal algorithms that could be written that explains his beauty. I see those equations float by as I admire him. Sines and cosines, quadratic equations float through my head. And there’s a finger in my hole. Coach Brandon flips me over talking to me about something or other, his finger twisting in my hole. He tells me he saw my work last night behind the library fisting Drake Chadwick. I look up into his ocean blue eyes. There’s waves crashing in them, and he’s going on and on. “I have to say I was impressed. Chadwick said he’d never been fisted before, but I had to see for myself this morning. The poor boy. You destroyed that hole, Dupree. It’s almost a complete wreck. Eighteen, nineteen-year-olds. So many hormones running rampant through your body. You have so much passion in you. We have to control that passion. Lock it up.” “Did he tell you he was the first one who ever fucked me, coach?” I feel I can tell him and Coach Rocco anything. He’s sticking an increasing number of digits in my hole. He’s got three fingers inside me. “You enjoying this, son?” “Mm-hm.” I wince, then exhale as coach’s slides four fingers inside. It hurts so much I can’t stand how much I like it. The feeling of a man’s palm inside my body. I float between the pain of it and the idea of it, then the realization that a man has his palm inside me, the skin of his hand rests along the wall of my rectum. It’s just unfathomable. He lets it sit there, then starts twisting it around. What’s more unimaginable: the idea or the sensation? We’ll call it a draw and I reach over and stroke Rocco’s cock. Rocco’s fully erect, pulling off his shirt and dropping his shorts. He climbs on the table and positions his butt over my face. “I think he’s ready for Leon, coach,” he says. I pull his hips down and start rimming his dark, hairy asshole. “Aw, fuck, boy!” he cries. “Yeah, eat that hole. Suck on it.” I do suck on it, as Coach Brandon pulls his palm out of me. I feel an intense emptiness, but hear Coach Brandon’s deep voice. “Dig in there, son.” I keep rimming in the darkness of Rocco’s butt. Even in the blackness, feeling his hair all over my face, more waves of the drug crash over me, unmoors me further from earth. Every hair in his crack glides across my face. My tongue’s gotten him so wet, when he rub his ass back and forth I feel at the bottom of the sea with long, soft strands of seaweed rolling with the ebb and flow of the tide, back and forth, across my tongue. I can’t tell what’s real anymore. Am I really tonguing this tasty, musky hole or am I seeing the surface of the ocean lying in a seaweed bed? Could it be both? I feel Rocco’s fingers go over my fingers. Both of us pull his butt cheeks open. More seaweed sails across my tongue. “Get in there,” I hear him growl, as I sense him jerking his meat and splashing my hairless body with his spunk. Someone, must be my coach, licks it up. I feel something at my own butthole—a sensual pop of some kind, which continues crawling deeper inside my body. I push Rocco’s butt up to see what it is. It’s a long striped dildo Coach Brandon’s feeding me, pushing in a couple of inches, pulling out a little, then pushing in more. “You like Leon, our coral snake?” I look over at the terrarium and see the fake branches are missing its snake. “No!” I say, alarmed that Coach Brandon is pushing an actual snake into me. I could almost believe they’d fuck me with a live reptile. “Careful so Leon does bite you,” teases the coach, letting the thing slide in really far. I feel, where its head is penetrating me deepest inside, there’s a sensation of pins and needles. “I think Leon bit me,” I exclaim, panicked. “You might start feeling paresthesia, a strange tingly, prickling feeling.” Rocco’s clinical, detached, like a doctor giving a prognosis. He flips around, pressing down his cock so I can suck it. “Yeah, I feel that in my guts,” I respond. “Did Leon bite me?” He stuffs his leaking calzone into my mouth so I can’t talk anymore. Coach Brandon appears by my head with the can of worms he’d fed the eel with. “Only one cure for Leon’s bite. And it needs to slither in through your dick.” “Whaaaaa—?” Hard to talk with a cock down your throat. “Sorry, can’t hear you, son,” Coach Brandon says, gripping my dick fiercely and slipping something inside the slit. I feel whatever it is squirming into me, inch by inch, down my piss shoot. Rocco pins down my shoulders down with his legs. I’m trying to spit him out. His cock clogs my windpipe. I’m spitting up massive amounts of mucus. I’m bucking on the table, trying to get the worm out of my cock, the serpent out of my ass, as the coaches laugh uproariously at my desperation. The slimy intruder I feel wiggling, drilling deeper and deeper into my cock. It’s so far down my shaft I’m convinced it’ll never be pulled out. The tingling in my colon crescendos until it feels like knives are plunging outward from my organs. The two men mock me with laughter that reverberates demonically in my ears. My head shakes back and forth denying the reality of snakes and worms and a cock that’s plunging so far down my through it’s being eaten by the serpent coming up through my entrails. I have a vision of Ouroboros, the snake that eats itself; the ancient gnostic symbol of unity with the divine. In that instant the laughter ceases, echoes away like a thunderstorm passing into the distance. All that remains is the soft hum of the aquarium. Bubbles float calmly to the surface. The coaches both have vanished. Well, no; no one’s vanished: Coach Rocco sits at his desk, hairy legs up, reading a Sports Illustrated; and Coach Brandon’s standing at his whiteboard, assigning van der Haus to goalkeeper, me as a right wing, and Fernandez as a left wing. He continues quietly writing in names for the other positions as I run my hands over my entirely smooth body—yes, dolphin or shark, I’ll have to get back to you on that. Even smooth armpits, I hear an echo of Rocco say. I squeeze my butt. No, nothing’s in my hole, no snake crawling up it, no worm in my cock. But, shit. Wait. What is that? I push down hard on metal that’s not budging, that’s trapped my cock inside a tiny cage. Huh. Officially, I guess, I’m a member of the team. Well, at least my member is.

Part 14 - Trophies and Revelations The two photos went viral within hours of them being published and Brad sat there the following morning laughing with Marcus as no one had a clue that Brad was the Mysterious Model. It was this that gave Marcus an idea that would again break the mould at the IMA in a few weeks. I had been worried that something might change in Brad now it was public knowledge that he was gay, indeed it wouldn't take long for us to be known as the hottest gay couple from the media perspective. To his credit he took it in his stride but was desperate to go back home for us to have some alone time. There were a few paparazzi hanging around the gates of Jacob's place but the house afforded us enough privacy. Marcus looked at Brad "Your not overly concerned about this are you?" he asked him. "No" Brad replied and looked over at me "I love Tom more than anything Marcus" he said facing Marcus again. Marcus pulled the first photo of Brad and I out of a folder "This is photo that is going to win" he said. Brad smiled "I remember it well" he replied "how do you know it is going to win?" Brad asked. "We get told before the ceremony" he said "but you must not say anything, only Jacob and I know" he implored. Brad nodded "I have a feeling you want me to go to this award thing?" he said looking up at Marcus. Marcus grinned "Could be the big reveal, I want to recreate it on the stage" he said waiting for Brad's response. "But that will ruin your Mysterious Model thing" Brad replied laughing then stopped seeing Marcus's serious look. "I will pay you handsomely as a severance, you know your retiring from modelling" Marcus explained. Brad looked at him "And if I want to do the occasional ones?" he asked. Marcus smiled at him "That would be the best present you could give and you will still get paid" he replied. Brad leaned back in his chair looking at me "I will do it, but I am doing it for Tom mostly" he said quietly. Marcus nodded "Let's keep this between us, Jacob and Eddie" he replied and Brad nodded. Sean was staying in NY and the rest of us flew back to Medina for a few days. Brad had to work a couple of days back at his fathers business before the weekend and Joshua was preparing his family to give them the news he was moving to NY with Sean, Jacob generously brought them a nice pad just off Central Park he mad sure it had plenty of bedrooms to entertain guests, mostly us as he knew how close our friendship was. Saturday turned in to a blazer with clear blue skies as far as the eye could see, Brad and I headed down to the river to escape for the afternoon. Brad laid a blanket out on the bank of the river and I carried the hamper over and set it down with a couple of books, Brad stripped off and went for a dip in the river to cool off. I stripped down to the jacob strap I was wearing, it was becoming kind of a habit now to wear one, and I laid down on my back catching some sun. "That's so refreshing" Brad said returning and sitting by me. I opened one eye to look at him "I might go in later" I replied as Brad ran a finger up along my chest. I smiled with my eyes shut "I'm going to fuck you Tommy" he said in his Texan accent. I giggled feeling him moving closer, I remained silent as his warm breath flowed over my lips acting like magic they parted slightly inviting him. Taking the cue Brad slipped his tongue in to my mouth and quickly positioned his legs in between mine easing them apart and hooking them around his waist as he moved his legs up higher around my ass. I pushed my head back and moaned feeling his cock opening my hole and jabbing until the head worked it's way inside of me. My eyes opened and looked up in to his, I slipped my hand around the back of his neck pulling him down to kiss me as he pushed the entire length of his cock deep in to me. Placing his arms either side of my head he kissed my cheek and whispered in to my ear 'I want to marry you Tom' he said then pushed his hips up hard giving me the full force of his penetration. I moaned louder and arched my back as my step-brother began to make love to me on the banks of the Medina river. Kissing me harder I could see the sweat glistening on his forehead as I held on to his neck for dear life, the taste of him, the feel of him inside me, his body touching mine felt like life had given me the best lover and friend I could want. My legs rubbing up against his thighs and waist as he continued fucking me slow and soft then deep and hard, my cries of excitement drowned out by the babbling water over the pebbles against the shore. Our eyes locked on each other feeling his body tensing up, a drip of sweat landed on my cheek as he raised his head, grunted and pushed up hard with his hips to get deeper in to me releasing his seed. Collapsing forward Brad kissed me through his orgasm, my legs squeezing around his body pulling him in deeper. I stroked his back as he laid on top of me kissing my neck 'You want to be mine forever' I quietly asked, he raised his head and looked me in the eye 'Yes'. "I thought you two would be here" Joshua said appearing and startling us "Never thought you would be doing that". Brad chuckled and looked up "Take your clothes off and join us" he said. "Hi Joshua" I said pushing Brad off of me on to his back. Joshua stripped quickly and jumped at the chance "I miss Sean" he said getting in the middle of us. I slipped on top of him "We can help with that" I replied as Joshua giggled. "I thought I was going to be the one to fuck you" he said stroking my face. I smiled down at him "Maybe later, but for now I want you" I replied. Brad kneeled up and pushed his cum covered cock in to Joshua's mouth and he seemed to purr in delight. I raised his legs and dived in rimming his ass and coating it with my saliva for a few minutes before resting his legs on my shoulder and leaning forward my cock penetrated him. He cry stifled from his mouth full of Brad's cock. Joshua hand reached up and gripped on to my nipple where he started to tease it delicately, my hips undulated allowing my cock to caress the inside of his ass slowly picking up speed every time he pinched my nipple harder. I was already on the verge of orgasm from Brad fucking me so quickly I gripped Joshua's legs holding them against my body to help control my orgasm. The rush I felt was overwhelming as my cock exploded inside him. Slowly I pulled out feeling light headed from the adrenaline rush, collapsing by the side of Joshua we kissed as Brad slipped in between his legs, Brad's cock was hard and slipped effortlessly in to Joshua. Hot and exhausted the three of us laid there chatting and swimming the rest of the afternoon. Joshua had been quiet for several minutes staring up at the sky as the sun sunk lower behind the trees. "Is something wrong Joshua?" I asked leaning over him. He look up at me "Scared Tom, this whole move to NY and living with Sean" he replied confessing to us. Brad sat up "You love him don't you?" he asked. Joshua nodded "Yes of course but it is a big change". "I felt the same when I went to LA, but with you it is different you have Sean there" I said to him reassuringly. Joshua sat up "But you will both come and stay with us?" he asked looking between Brad and I. Brad laughed "Of course, I don't think we can give up and sleeping with you two" he said. I nodded "Importantly you are friends and Sean well he is family, and you have to come here and stay". Joshua smile and laid back down "Promise me we will remain friends I like you both so much" he asked. "We will, we should head back are you coming to the ranch?" I asked Joshua. "If you don't mind I would like to spend the night, let the family cool down about me moving" he replied. Brad stood up "You never need to ask Joshua, anyway I want to enjoy seeing you fuck Tom" he replied grinning. That evening we facetimed Sean who was having dinner with James since Eddie was out of town. Sean was excited as his workout wear had been picked up by several major retailers already. His biggest news was that Gio wanted to teach him everything about fashion design seeing massive potential in him. The rest of the weekend slipped by quickly and Joshua left to go home Sunday evening as he was flying back to NY on Monday morning. On Wednesday I was surprised that Brad was flying out with me to the IMA, we stayed at Jacob and James's house again, Joshua and Sean were staying in their Central Park apartment, Mike was flying in to meet up with Steve who was now on the verge of leaving Manon International as he wanted to spend more time with Mike, they would be staying with Joshua and Sean. Our parents were flying up Friday morning and staying with us at Rosewood. Wednesday evening Steve gave Patty the slip and joined Mike, Joshua and Sean, Eddie and James as they drove out to Rosewood for dinner. He was still my first real gay friend and one I had come to love in so many ways so seeing Steve was always a big deal for us both. We walked around the grounds of Rosewood chatting. "She keeps asking if you would work again with her" Steve said as we stood looking at the mansion. I smiled "She doesn't give up easy" I replied looking at him "I guess I should as I owe my life to her". Steve chuckled "She is always good at spotting talent" he replied putting his arm around me. "What about you though?" I asked Steve "I mean does she know your leaving?". Steve looked at me "Yeah, she was actually quite sad about me leaving but she understands" he explained. "If Jacob agrees tell her I will do a shoot for her only with Eddie though" I said relenting to her persistence. Jacob did agree and Eddie said he would do it, to say she was pleased was an understatement. I was even more surprised when I found out that she wanted us to fly to Bora Bora to model summer beach wear. Having never done a location shoot except at Medina I was quite pleased and kept sticking it under Jacob's nose until he promised he would do a location shoot with me when things quieten down. Patty said she would meet us the day after the IMA's to talk fees and Jacob reminded me that if I win any awards I should double what she is offering. Thursday morning was a blur as Brad and I spent the morning swimming in the beautiful pool and made love several times having the pool area to ourselves at Rosewood. The Butler came out to find us and advise that the car would be taking us in to JJF's office in thirty minutes. I was happy Brad was coming with me and he explained roughly about Eddie wanting to re-stage a photo, he was pretty evasive when I probed more. Indeed he wasn't wrong when we arrived at the office Marcus had the two exact jock straps we wore, the studio blinds were down and blackout curtains up, just a hint of dappled light pointing in one direction that would illuminate the back of Brad and my face. We recreated the photo and Eddie sat there shaking his head in amazement when he looked at the picture and showed Jacob. "How the hell..." he started saying "they really are in love" he looked over at Eddie. "Tom do you think you can do that tomorrow on stage?" Marcus called over. I looked at him and shrugged my shoulders "With Brad yes, but anyone else I don't know" I replied. Friday evening was much like the launch night with the red carpet but one very big difference. Brad was sat in the limo with me as we pulled up, Jacob and Marcus exited first and we waited our cue from the doorman to exit. In many ways being with Brad I now fully understood about how known or famous I had become as he kept pointing out from limo the number of people holding banners and photos of me. Brad started biting his finger as we waited. "You haven't done that for ages" I said taking hold of his hand. I looked at Brad who smiled "Don't run off without me" he said. "Ditto" I replied "I feel sick" I said the nerves kicking in for the first time, Brad leaned over and kissed me. I stepped out to flashes and cheers from the waiting crowd and smiled, I really wanted to throw up from how nervous I was feeling on the inside, I guess it was down to overthinking how awkward this was for Brad. I turned as he stepped out of the limo, he still took my breath away, ignoring the press and crowd he looked and smiled at me. The unimaginable happened when he took my hand and we walked up the red carpet hand in hand with me to the cheers in the crowd. It was his way of reaffirming how committed he was to me. We were ushered to our table near the front and Marcus told me he has found the perfect person to recreate the photo, before I could ask he dashed off again. 15 minutes before I was due to strip down again I was taken away backstage, they waited until I was out of view before Brad went to the dressing room next to mine to change. I stood at the wings of the stage waiting, the single dappled light was pointing down flooding a small area in the centre of the stage, Eddie stood next to me talking quietly and relaxing me. I could hear the build up as location shoot of the year winner was announced, then it suddenly dawned on me why we were recreating this photo. Eddie kissed me 'deep breaths' he said. I could hear the compere talking 'It takes many hours and many photos to capture a living memory that speaks a thousand words in every language around the world. One photo captured that this year, the innocence, the love, the desire. Those are some of the words that have been used to describe how Eddie Morales captured The Model Called Tom in one frame, one moment in time. The other model, well you all know that no one knows' the crowd laughed getting the joke 'Ladies and gentlemen I give you Eddie Morales' a big cheer and standing ovation resounded around the entire room from the two thousand strong crowd. I ran through my directions and cues from Eddie talking on stage running the events of the photo, my whole body felt like it wanted to fold in on itself right now from nerves. The curtain drew back "First you need the lighting, not to bright and not to dark, enough to accentuate". "The model who is your focus" I walked on stage and stood at the centre to cheers and applause. Eddie walked over to me "Direct the model to correct position" I turned slightly to my left. "A second model that the first has a true binding connection with" I almost cried seeing him in the wings. The light went out and he walked over to me 'Only for you' he said as he placed his arms around me and we recreated the exact position quickly. "The click of the camera as you try to get that once in a lifetime shot" Eddie said as the light flashed briefly. "You then have a moment in time that will always be remembered" he finished and the light came back on. I could hear the gasps as everyone in the audience realised it was the Mysterious Model. The audience began taking pictures and clapping loudly, whistling and cheering. So it could be them cheering seeing Brad's ass exposed in the jock strap or that this was the first time a photo had ever been recreated on stage at the awards. "Ladies and gentlemen this is modelling at it's finest" Eddie said and crowd roared. Yeah I was a little aroused and tried to contain it but it was not easy when Brad was pressing his cock up hard against mine and holding me tight. The light went off and it was my queue to step forward 5 paces, a prop hand in the wing ran on and gave Brad his cowboy hat that he put on so that it covered his face. Marcus walked on stage carrying six awards as the compere announced 'Ladies and gentlemen IMA's Prestigious Life Model Capture of the year winner and Photo of the Year'. Marcus handed the awards to Eddie and myself as they crowd continued clapping, 'Ladies and gentlemen' Marcus said holding up the last two awards and the light behind us came on dimly at first but grew brighter 'I give you the third recipient of the award, the Mysterious Model you have seen in many of our shoots, Brad'. Brad took off his cowboy hat to a roaring scream of approval when they realised he was my partner (well they didn't know then he was my step-brother as well). Brad hugged Marcus and Eddie then kissed me on stage. We left the stage after several minutes of continuous applause and standing ovation. Brad leaning up against the wall pleading for water as his body shook from nerves. Changed and back at our table I ended up with a few more awards, best newcomer, international newcomer and the big one male model of the year. The party afterwards was amazing, Brad never left my side and was now being offered modelling work by various agencies. Joshua surprisingly for him was recognised and offered work which he debated about, Jacob realised what was happening offered Steve a job of managing all three of us as a separate branch of JJF as he had enough experience of managing models for Patty. I was a little tipsy by the time the party ended at 3am, not in an outrageous state like my fateful night in LA, just happy and chatty annoying as many people as I could. Champagne was okay but I stuck to orange juice mostly as did Brad. Jacob had invited Patty over to Rosewood for lunch at 2pm, the first time she had ever been invited to his sanctuary and she hoped it would be a thawing in their relationship, Steve was also invited along with Mike, Joshua and Sean. Primarily it was a business lunch where cards would be laid on the table and bargaining take place. She arrived at 2pm on the dot wearing one of JJ's dress suits as she was out to impress. She came over and congratulated me on winning the coveted model of the year, I had a feeling she was waiting for me to say it was all down to her. But I made it clear I only won because of the photographer which didn't go down to well with her. I saw Jacob give a cheeky grin from behind her before I said a thank you to her for giving me the opportunity, this appeased her somewhat. Over lunch Jacob explained that Steve was now managing my diary but carefully he ensured she understood that it would only be possible to hire me if it did not clash with JJF work and that I was happy to take on the assignment. As it was the dates she had in mind were clear and Jacob approved that he could spare me, I know it sounds like Jacob was controlling me, and he was. But I didn't mind or worry as I knew he would look after me as his prize asset. Patty, Steve and I stayed behind at the table as the others disappeared on to the terrace leaving us to talk business, Eddie was not needed as she knew his fees already. Steve went to fetch his notebook and diary that Jacob had provided him leaving Patty and I alone for several minutes. She looked at me "You know Jacob is controlling you more than I did" she said watching my reaction. I smiled "I know. He looked after me in LA" I replied "he took me out for dinner every night he was there". She raised an eyebrow "I thought you were out with Steve" she replied. "I don't hate you or hold anything against you Patty" I said "but you left me vulnerable" I looked at her. Patty nodded "I know that now Tom. Steve told me everything, I can't apologise enough" she replied looking down. "That's all you had to do Patty, apologise" I said smiling at her for the first time in ages. "Sorry, found it" Steve said rushing back in looking flustered. Patty laughed "Unlike you to be disorganised" she said to him. Steve looked at us both "Well you know a lot has happened and I am trying to get my head around it". Patty nodded "How are things with your lover?" she asked Steve. "Oh, great we have got engaged and set a date" Steve replied looking a little shocked by her question. "That is good news" she replied "So 5 days next month in Bora Bora I need two models" she said looking at Steve. Steve wrote down then looked up "What budget have you in mind? I mean Tom's fees have gone up now". Patty nodded "Business class flight and hotel and meals all paid for by client" she said as Steve continued writing. "Good, you know Eddie's fees so I guess you have budgeted that" he asked and she nodded. "Model's fees are $10k for Tom and $3k the second model" she reeled the information off. Steve tapped his pencil against the notebook "Hmmm. You have one of the top models here Patty try again" he said. Patty laughed "You worked for me way to long. I tell you what I can go to $12k as a favour" she said watching him. Steve sat back in his chair "Nice try Patty" he said waving his hand in a higher gesture. Patty looked at me "$15k that's my limit he is still inexperienced and $10k completion fee" she said. Steve glanced at the me and smiled "Okay $15k then, what about the second model who do you have in mind?" he asked. "Someone nice" I replied laughing as Joshua walked in by accident. "Oh Sorry, still get lost around here" he giggled and turned to walk out. "Him" Patty said "he was in a photo with you a while back". "Joshua" Steve called him back "How do you fancy a week in Bora Bora modelling with Tom?" he asked. Joshua turned and shrugged his shoulders "Sure" he said then casually walked out causing Patty to laugh. Steve chuckled "$5k and he is yours as well" he said and Patty nodded shaking hands with him. "Draw the contracts up I will be at the Four Seasons until Saturday" she said walking out. I looked at Steve and smiled "$15k to go Bora Bora" I said and he looked strangely at me. "Err no, $15k per day Tom" Steve replied and I sat there with my mouth open. Joshua nearly fell off his seat when found out he was about to earn $25k for his trip to Bora Bora. Well I don't need to tell you how spectacular it was in Bora Boa, finally we found some alone time having got shot of the other people travelling with us. Joshua and I shared an overwater bungalow and Eddie was next door although he spent most of his time in our room. After our return Patty told us the client was overjoyed with the results and paid us an additional bonus of $5k each. So here we are, a few years later sitting in bed in our overwater bungalow in Bora Boa, having celebrated my 24th birthday yesterday here the island with everyone courtesy of Jacob and Marcus. I never stopped talking about the place from the photo shoot I did for Patty here. Jacob had taken us on location to Europe and the Seychelles which were also amazing. I am still Tom, albeit kind of famous and Brad is sleeping at my side wearing his wedding band and now a very confident sexy man. In 6 months we move in to our own ranch house that has been built 30 meters away from the banks of the Medina river, a present from Seth and my mother to us. A lot smaller than the Medina ranch house but it still has 4 bedrooms and great big open plan family areas ideal for entertaining and a nice a pool deck that leads to a path down to the river. Brad will on occasion model with me although he now has a seat on the board of the company his father owns but only works 4 days a week. Our wedding took place in La Jolle in our beach house that Patty, Jacob and Marcus brought for us as a wedding gift having heard how much I fell in love with the place before I became famous. It was never quiet as usually when we stayed the whole gang at some point showed up, in fact Seth and my mother jetted off there most weekends when no one was there. Usually we spend 1 week a month in NY for modelling and to see Joshua and Sean and stay with them or at Rosewood. I am still cheap for Jacob $10k per day, I know ridiculous right! Once every two months I model for Patty and she now pays me $20k per day. She often ventures out of LA and comes for lunch in La Jolle with us. Ultimately I am still exclusive to JJF, Brad earns quite a bit of royalties as the dead range that he persuaded Jacob to try again still sell to this day. Jacob calls them Brad's range and he gets 80% of the profit as a thank you from Jacob. It was during the summer when I was 23 that reality hit that we had become millionaires, all down to Jacob and therefore as I said at the beginning he was one of the most influential people in my life. Brad and I don't spend much money, we just like the simple things in life and each other, it is comfortable knowing it is there if needed but as I said before I am still just Tom, small town Texan lad. Mike and Steve, well Steve is still managing JJF's models brilliantly and now had 10 to manage, he loves his job especially as he can work from home. Mike is still with his airline and is now VP of Cabin Service, they moved closer to Medina and DFW airport and have a beautiful house on a gated estate. Brad and I are all over the airline as we agreed to take part in the safety demonstration video as the airline was keen to show it's diversity. We see them every week when in Medina and often jet off to La Jolle with them. Sean is still under Gio's wing learning a lot every day, his workout wear was an instant hit and still sells in large quantities today and it has made him and Joshua quite a lot of money as well, Sean has now taken on designing some casual clothes for Man By Jacob under Gio's guidance. He continued working out and has turned out to be an incredibly sexy man with his muscle build and my god he is still amazing to have sex. They tied the knot two months after us, Joshua is now VP of Finance for Man By Jacob, he also models with JJF and Patty when a trip abroad is on the plate. The hardest part last year was Sean's decision to come to Dallas and see his family but on his insistence they had to come to a hotel in Dallas as a neutral ground. I have to admit Sean's brother was a very aggressive and arrogant person, 4 years older than Sean but he looked like Sean and just as sexy, but he has an obvious dislike of gay people. Seth had come with us but overall it had gone okay, a long way to go at patching things up but Sean's mother was upset when she found out he had married Joshua in NY without telling the family. Sean promised that next time he would bring Joshua, a few months later he did exactly that which seemed to help things along as they liked Joshua and started accepting Sean's choices in life. Sean's brother is still a work in progress as he refused to meet Sean and Joshua when they come to town, they are now on speaking terms so tiny steps on that front. Eddie and James, well they are our guilty pleasures in life, Eddie is and will always be the only photographer I will work with. Brad and I love to bottom for them when we get together. James is a self confessed fanatic for Joshua and Sean though. I guess the biggest problem people have is finding us, whenever we all go away together no one knows which room anyone is in. But at least this morning Brad and I are in the right overwater bungalow, well we did want to make love last night, just the two step-brothers totally besotted by each other.

Part 10 - The Long Three Months I walked in with coffees at 9am since I didn't want the day to go to waste. Sean and Joshua asleep and Brad somewhere between sleep and awake pulled me back in to bed after placing the cups down on the bedside table, the smile I saw on Sean's face as he slept said it all. Happily I got back in to bed and his arms quickly kissing and giggling as he laid on top of me rubbing his cock against my ass. I could sense it wouldn't be long before we really sealed our love for each other. The giggling woke Joshua who turned in bed laying on his back. Joshua turning his head looking at Sean and smiled "Morning, so what does this mean?" he asked him completely infatuated. Sean stroked the side of Joshua's face "You tell me, I know I like you" Sean replied. "I have never had a boyfriend or anything serious" Joshua replied. Sean ran his hand down Joshua's body "Same here, will you be my first?". Joshua grinned "Yeah I would really like that". "Neat" Sean said smiling "I have a boyfriend", Joshua laughed and leaned over to kiss him. Joshua raised his head "Shall we go annoy them?" he asked grinning. They crept out of bed and stood either side of us, both with mischief in their eyes they quickly got in bed thinking they had the element of surprise but Brad quickly got Joshua on his back pinning him to the bed and biting his nipples, the squeals of pleasure from Joshua his legs trying to hook round Brad's body to squeeze him was futile. I didn't fight Sean off and let him pin me down 'bring it on' I said giggling but he just wanted to kiss and hug me. They way our friendship with Sean and Joshua developed it would end up being a very intimate and close one bonding the four of us as almost lovers. Happy and confident with our own partners we enjoyed a love and respect from each other beyond what we could imagine. Since the guys had to be back in Dallas today Steve suggested well almost over pushy that we all drive up for the day and Brad was adamant that is what we should do. And so it was agreed that Joshua would come up with us so he could spend more time with Sean. We arrived just after 1pm. It was fair to say that Joshua and Sean were completely different people today, the power of love I guess. We had lunch then walked finding ourselves downtown and on the expensive shopping street. Mike joked that we should go in to JJ's boutique and I remembered the message Marcus sent me, entering the manager walked straight over to me. "How nice to see you again, I have been expecting you" he said guiding us over to the private fitting lounge. I was quite stunned by his remark "How did you know I would be coming today?" I asked. Steve and Brad held back and grabbing Joshua and Sean "Let him go in first" Brad said. Opening the door I walked in and stood there taking in the scene for a moment then burst out crying running, Eddie stood there and swept me up in his arms swinging me around and kissing me. It was an outpouring of emotions seeing him that I hadn't realised I was holding in, eventually he put me down still hugging me tightly. God how I missed being in those arms, his smell and his body made me ache for him. "You didn't think I was going to miss your 21st birthday did you" Eddie said wiping the tears from my face. I hugged him as hard as I could "I'm so happy to see you" I said "why didn't you say something?". "You know I can't. Anyway they helped put this together" he replied as the door opened. Eddie pulled away "Brad" he said smiling walking over and kissing him "please tell me you two are an item now". Brad nodded and Eddie hugged him "Finally got the courage and thank you for coming" Brad said. "About time you fool" Eddie said kissing and hugging Brad again. "You knew as well?" I asked Brad who smiled, Joshua and Sean stood there mouths open looking at Eddie. "Ah the two guys in the picture" Eddie said walking towards them with me. "This is Joshua and Sean, boyfriends as of this morning" I said. Eddie laughed "What you want a kiss and hug as well?" he asked Joshua. He nodded "Fuck yeah" he said hugging and feeling Eddie all over "Sean ya gotta feel this" he laughed. Eddie smiled "Wow, sorry Tom I found a new toy" he laughed saying hello and hugging Sean. Mike and Eddie hugged saying hello "Jacob had to fly to Europe today" Eddie said as we went to sit down. "That's okay, did he send me those parcels?" I asked Eddie. Eddie smirked "I sent them for him and helped choose the suit" he replied. "I love the suit, thank you, tell him I said thanks" I said sitting next to him. Eddie laughed "Your kidding right. Your the only person that can sell his product without working" he said. "Oh you mean the polo shirts yesterday" I asked laughing. "Yup" Eddie replied "it is the first time they have had to take pre-orders" he said. The manager brought us drinks in and took the others in to the boutique, they were allowed 2 pairs of underwear and 1 polo shirt each. Eddie went on to explain that the gagging clause was still holding and for him to risk everything to see me was a calculated one but he had to take it. Of course I understood we couldn't go out of the boutique together and chance being seen together. As a thank you for the photo they took Jacob had arranged for Joshua and Sean to choose a suit each, they were both overwhelmed, Sean had never had anything like it and asked Mike to look after it at his apartment. To quickly it was over and we had to head back to Medina and the boutique was about to close. Eddie left half an hour before me through the back entrance, Brad went off to fetch the SUV as we had quite a lot of boxes and bags. Joshua clearly knackered fell asleep on the back seat and woke just as arrived outside his parents house. "Going to have a problem explaining this suit to them" he laughed getting out of the SUV. I got out and walked round to his side "Tell them the truth that it was a gift from the designer" I said. "Yeah they will believe that" he laughed "Thanks both of you, I had such a great time" he said to us both. Brad smirked "Your welcome at the ranch whenever you want" he said. "So I have this big party next weekend, will you both come, Sean may come with Mike" he asked almost pleading. I nodded "We would love to" I replied looking at Brad who nodded in agreement. Strangely sad when we drove away, after having so much fun over the weekend with people we have come to love so dearly as friends, it was quiet, but also nice to have normality back if you could call Brad and I normal. Both pretty knackered we put the boxes of clothes on the closet floor and crashed on the bed. Brad's hand began wandering along my body then finally slipping under the elastic of my underwear, passing over my cock and balls his hand ventured further down, my eyes opened and quietly moaned as I felt his finger circle around my hole. He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips before spearing me with tongue, it was a hard rough kiss unlike any I had encountered with him before but it was turning me on to the point my ass was lifting off the bed as he continually fingered and circled my hole. His hand left my hole but his kissing continued to intensify, his fingers expertly manoeuvring the elastic waist band down freeing my cock and ass from it's light fabric. My hands worked down Brad's body feeling how erect his cock was, I knew it wanted to be freed so I pushed his underwear down. I had never seen or felt him so turned on like this, naked laying there our bodies so close together. My body was being pushed over until I found myself laying on my stomach. His entire body seemed to slide over my back in to position very easily, I raised my head in anticipation as I knew what was about to happen. He was rock hard and positioned his cock head and tried to push in. "Ow ow ow! Brad wait! You can't go in dry, you need something to lube it" I said, he looked around quickly but there was nothing to use. His body lifted off my back and I felt the warm saliva from his mouth at my hole, his finger worked some of it in before depositing more. I heard him spit on his hand and rub it around his cock. His body loomed over me again and he kissed my neck 'I love you so much Tom' he said putting his cock head against my hole and started to push. This time my hole yielded, and instantly Brad felt his cock surrounded by an intense heat. It was so different than anything else he had experienced. Tighter. Warmer. I moaned at his partial penetration, thankful it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, I pushed back until his cock was buried deep. Brad started to pull out slowly, only to push back in. He held my hips laying down his full body weight on me and he began to slowly fuck me with a grinding accuracy relishing the sensation. My body responding and pushing up wanting him so badly, he felt so good and different. The sensation was beginning to be more than Brad could stand and I knew he was about to blow. He moaned loudly against me ear 'I'm gonna cum real soon' he warned me, I raised my head and met his mouth kissing him just as hard as he had kissed me earlier. He moved his arm and cushioned my neck and kissed me back 'Oh Brad, fuck me, really fuck me' I said out of nowhere. Brad started to pound me harder gradually he would increase the intensity testing my threshold and trying to hold back as his cock slammed in and out of my ass. My whole body seemed to come alive once again as I moaned louder with the powerful pounding I was getting from my step-brother. His orgasm started with an odd sensation like his balls were constricting enhanced by the sensation of them slapping against my ass hard. Then with a loud "Ahhhhhh!" Brad fell forward and the knot released, I could feel his cock spasming through my ass. Brad's body shook from the physical sensation like his balls were free releasing their contained payload directly in to my ass. At that moment when I realised Brad was breeding me I came 'holy fuck' Brad cried out in pleasure as my hole tightened and gripped on his cock almost pulling what cum was left out of his balls. My hand gripping on to the sheet under me for support feeling my load escaping and his flowing in to me binding our love together. Slowly our bodies relaxed from their euphoric state, half expecting him to make a quick withdrawal I was wrong. He continued to lay on top of me his groin gently grinding his cock deeper inside, kissing my neck telling me how much he loved me. He showed no sign of going soft and I was in heaven just feeling him inside my body, I turned my head and kissed him professing my love for him. Suddenly my head fell forward and I moaned as he began to fuck me again, a steady unmistakable rhythm from his hips his breathing heavy and erratic for several minutes. He cried out pushing up hard shooting a second load in to me. Our heads so close together feeling his warm breath as he panted and moaned my name over and over. A happy sensation washed over both of us we laid in bed together that night in each others arms, our love and bond would never be tested or broken not matter what was thrown at us. The downside some would say was that night the beast was unleashed in Brad, discovering a new love for sex. I knew he was sex mad with girls but this was a whole new level even for Brad, he just couldn't get enough of it and me. I confess there were many days during that week I walked around loaded, he had a knack of breeding so deep that it took a few hours for the cum to reveal itself and when it did it usually caught me off guard, I was beginning to think that maybe I should invest in some adult diapers to help me get through the day. I met up with Joshua several days during the week and took him a birthday card on the Thursday when we met during his lunchbreak, he seemed a little distracted when we sat down and he started to tell me that he had a message from Mike saying that Sean got in to trouble with his family and was having a very difficult time, the photo of him with Joshua and me had got back to his family, saying there were unhappy was an understatement. His older brother had beaten him and was now driving him to and from work preventing him from going out and seeing anyone. "It's all over before it begun" Joshua said looking completely devastated. I held his hand "I'm so sorry Joshua" I said looking at him my heart was breaking for him. When I left Joshua I felt so responsible for what had happened, I knew Sean was working a late shift today from 2pm to 10pm. I stood outside the bank, it was a risk and I had no idea what I was doing but I got in to the SUV and headed for Dallas arriving just after 4pm I parked outside the diner and looked so see if he was there. I knew calling Mike would be no use as he was in LA, so I got out and walked inside seeing him working in the prep area. I was shocked to see he had a bruise under his eye, he saw me and shook his head a frightened look on his face. I sat down at a table close to where he was working and ordered a coffee. After 10 or so minutes he finally stood at the wall just out of view but enough that I could see and talk to him. "What are you doing here?" he asked. I glanced at him "You know why, Joshua is so devastated" I said seeing him wipe his eyes. "I can't, I am already in so much trouble with my family" he replied nervously. I was at a lost what to do and just blurted it out "Come back with me" I said. Sean looked at me "You mean leave?" he asked "Really, can I come with you?" he said moving forward a little. "Yes, I mean I don't know what I am doing but I can't leave you here" I said turning in my seat. "Your not joking I can come with you?" he asked me again. I nodded "If you want to be with Joshua we can sort things out" I said seeing the tears falling down his face. Sean wiped his face "Back door, 5 minutes" he said slipping out of view. I finished my coffee and paid then drove around to the back door of the diner leaving the engine running, it was quiet round the back. The door opened and Sean came out carrying a trash bag like normal, he put it in the bin looking around he took the apron off and threw it against the door and ran over to SUV. He climbed in the back seat and laid down looking scared. I drove out of the parking lot calmly and on to the freeway back to Medina. I told him we were out of Dallas and could hear him crying in the back from relief. I drove back to the ranch without stopping and into the garage and walked Sean to our bedroom. Brad was just coming in from swimming and smiled seeing Sean but his face soon changed when he saw how distraught and bruised he was. I sent a message to Joshua telling him Sean was at Medina and to come over. It was one thing rescuing him like that but I hadn't really thought things out or what consequence could lay ahead. I also hadn't bargained on Seth noticing me coming back and he appeared at the door to our bedroom. He was shocked seeing Sean, he quickly looked him over making sure he was alright and asking if he had any pain. When he was happy he beckoned me to go to the family room. I had a feeling that I might have overstepped the mark this time. He was more annoyed that I put myself at risk if I had been seen as we saw what his family could do. We sat there in an awkward silence for a few minutes before I said that I had enough money to get him set up only to be shot down by him as quickly as I spoke. Seth stood up and walked and got us both a bottle of water "Was he in a lot of trouble?" he asked. I nodded "Yes, I couldn't leave him being treated like that" I replied as Seth sat down. "He will need to keep a low profile until things cool down" he said to me. "I know" I said agreeing with him "It's hard to see that happening and I kind of know how it feels". Seth nodded knowing what I was referring to "Okay, he can stay here and help on the ranch for his keep". I thanked and hugged Seth for at least understanding the reason why I did it. Joshua came over and the next few weeks he and Sean became a serious couple and Sean was welcomed by Joshua's family. Having Sean living on the ranch certainly changed our lives, our parents grew to love him so much he was included as part of the family but still keeping a very low profile and hardly ever ventured off the ranch. Some evenings Sean would creep in to bed with us enjoying a kiss and cuddle but he always gave us our space. Joshua's party was good fun, his parents a little reserved when meeting Sean and suspicious he was more that just a friend. Joshua was partly open about his sexuality with his parents but they assumed it was just a thing he was going through, secretly they assumed there was more to Sean's presence. It didn't cause any problems but Joshua didn't throw it in his parents face. Joshua had also passed his accountancy exam so it was a double celebration that night. The difficult part was seeing many of the people I was in school with many of whom knew who I was and wanted photos with me, in some way I was actually struck how much people knew about me even though I kept myself shut away at the ranch. Sean was working out with Brad and I and developing some much sought after muscle, as a person he seemed to change so much and was a lot happier escaping from his life in Dallas. I was helping around the ranch with Sean, we loved spending time together joking around and laughing as we worked, stealing kisses when no one was looking. Life was going good that I had forgotten about the weeks flying by. The coming weekend was due to be another scorcher, Joshua was coming over to stay for the weekend as usual and it was decided we would go down to the river Saturday afternoon. We tried to persuade Mike to come down but he had volunteered to cover a New York flight Friday evening then overnight and fly back Saturday morning, if he had time he would come down later as Steve was in Mexico working with Patricia in Cabo San Lucas. Sean would send a weekly email to his parents that was brief saying he was okay and happy, they would reply telling him to come home and talk but he would always reply with a no. The flight was a horrible one being a Friday night and Mike soon realised why the cabin manager's hated doing this route at this time of day. It was full of partying people heading for a long weekend, so he breathed a sigh of relief when the last passenger disembarked and he could finally get to the airport hotel for a few hours sleep before the return flight at 9am. The limousine pulled up at 7am outside the impressive Manhattan mansion off Central Park, Marcus stood at the door hurrying Jacob along who as usual always found something else he needed to do last minute. Marcus finally getting him in the car looked at the photo Jacob was studying. "How long until the event?" Marcus asked. Jacob eased back in the seat "Three months, I don't know if he will come" he replied sighing. Marcus looked out of the window "Or if he will ever do it again" he said "But you got Eddie so it's a start". The limo pulled up to the airport terminal and they checked in proceeding to the first class lounge where Jacob and Marcus caught up on some emails congratulating them for the nominations. Heading down to the plane they were welcomed on board by the dashing cabin manager who smiled and directed them to their seat. Jacob chuckled and told Marcus to focus on the map and not the cabin manager. Marcus studied the map all through the take off and climb before the inflight service started. He put the map on Jacob's lap 'dammed if I know where this place is'. Mike picked up the manifest and read through the first class passengers stopping and chuckling at the name of the two in seat 2A and 2B Marcus and Jacob Jansen wondering if it was actually the designer. The cabin attendant came back and with the order for two lime and sodas and coffees for 2A and 2B she reeled off then disappeared taking other drinks. Mike prepped the drinks and headed out of the galley. Jacob was reading the map and Marcus looking at both the pictures of the model wearing the jock strap and baseball cap. It still took his breath away when he looked at how striking the picture was and how Eddie had caught him so sexually. "Your drinks gentlemen" Mike said approaching the seats. "Thanks" Jacob said looking up. Mike noticed the picture on the table "Stunning isn't he" he said. Marcus chuckled holding both pictures up "Which do you like best" he asked Mike. Mike smiled looking carefully "This one, it sort of makes you want to you know" he chuckled. "Yeah that's what Jacob thinks as well" he said waving the picture under Jacob's face. Mike finished placing the drinks "Hope you don't mind me asking but are you the designer?" he asked quietly. Jacob flashed a smile "I am he" he replied quietly then Mike pulled up the underwear band with the logo. Marcus laughed "Always nice to meet someone wearing my husbands clothes". "Do you need help finding somewhere in Texas?" he asked seeing the map Jacob was holding. "Not unless you know where this god dam Medina Ranch is, I only just found the town" Jacob said putting the map down. Mike chuckled and pointed to it on the map "Right there middle of no where" he laughed. Marcus chuckled "Oh very funny" he said looking at Mike. "No seriously right there, that is where Tom lives" he replied causing Jacob to look at him. "You know Tom?" Jacob asked surprised. Mike smiled "Yeah I stay at the ranch with him quite often, I met his friend Eddie in your shop". Jacob smiled and grabbed Mike hand "Thank you so much" he looked at Marcus "what luck". "Are you going to see him today then?" he asked Jacob who was looking at the map again. Marcus nodded "Yes we need to catch up with him" he replied. "Ah, you won't find him at the ranch he will down by the river today I am meeting them there later" Mike told them. Jacob looked up "Well Mike I need to ask, will you take us with you?" he asked. Mike nodded "So the three months is up then?" he asked as both looked at him in surprise. Jacob shook his head amused "How on earth would you know about the gagging clause?". "My boyfriends boss is Patricia Manon" he replied. Mike explained about how he met Steve that day when Tom quit modelling and they rescued him from Eric. He ended up with two unexpected passengers in his car that day after landing at Dallas and drove down to Medina. At the river Sean laid there so happy and content with his life and watching his boyfriend up to his knees in the river cooling down looking back at him. "You haven't posted anything on your feed recently " Joshua said returning from paddling in the river. I laughed "What should I post Brad and I kissing?" I asked him seeing a look of horror on Brad's face. Brad pulled me back down restraining me "Don't you dare" he laughed fighting my attempts to get free. Joshua handed me my phone "Unlock it let's take a picture of you sitting by the river" he suggested. I sat by the waters edge looking out across the river with the tress in background, I was only wearing shorts, Joshua kneeled down and took the photo 'Oh yes' he said handing me the phone. It was a brilliant photo and I tweeted it with the message 'Finding solitude and tranquillity in the sunshine'. I was also surprised to see my followers had reached 800k, it was bewildering why people would be following me as I was no longer modelling, the likes and tweets flooding in fast and furious form the photo. I joked about getting someone to manage this watching the likes going up and retweets, messages coming in from all angels. Brad started teasing me so I jumped up and laid on top of him, he looked up at me 'I love you' he said stroking my face and pulling me in to kiss, his hands quickly removed my shorts, his aim was to get me naked and he started pushing the Jacob strap down. I was aware of what he was doing and pretended to fight back until I saw it land several meters away. Joshua and Sean were paddling in the stream laughing holding each other and kissing. Marcus laughed seeing the tweet as the car travelled down the dirt track to the line of trees. The rustling in the trees disguising the sound of Mike's car pulling up behind my SUV. The tall handsome man walked through to the clearing quietly and picked up the jock strap smiling. Joshua and Sean saw him standing there and stopped somewhat stunned to see someone else here and unsure who he was. "Still wearing my underwear Tom?" Jacob said causing us both to jump forgetting I was naked. Brad stood up "Who the fuck are you?" he asked as Jacob threw the jock strap at me. "Jacob" I said stunned running over to him naked and in to his arms where he kissed and hugged me. "Oh god it's so good to see you Tom" Jacob said putting me down. Fumbling to put the jock strap back on "This is Brad my step-brother and boyfriend" I said introducing him. "Brad this is Jacob, he is the designer I modelled for " Brad shook his hand. "Nice to meet you" Brad said waiting as Jacobs mind ticked over finding it amusing. "So hang on, step-brother and your boyfriend?" Jacob asked pointing to us both. I smiled at Jacob "Yes" I replied and Brad kissed me. "Shit you country folks are so backwards" Jacob said laughing looking around "amazing place" he said. I smiled and walked him down to the water "And these two our friends..." I started but he cut me off chuckling. "I know these two" he said "Sean and Joshua" they laughed and shook hands in awe at the stunning looks of the designer standing there. "How long are you going to be it's dam hot here and this is the back of beyond" said another voice appearing. Jacob looked over his head "Take your clothes off and go for a dip, Brad this is Marcus my husband". Marcus walked over "TMCT I told you to hang tight" he said kissing me then looking at Brad grinning. I chuckled "My boyfriend and step brother Brad" I said introducing him. Marcus laughed "Keeping it in the family, oh, not sure which of you is sexier" he kissed Brad on the cheek. Mike appeared and we ran over to say hello "Sorry I met them on the plane" he explained laughing. I went back to Jacob "What are you doing here Jacob?" I asked sitting down on the blanket with Brad. "You ran off and boy did you upset Patty big time, the amount of money she is loosing now" he said chuckling. "Sorry" I replied "but I had to get out and I didn't know there was a gagging order in place". Jacob hugged me "Why didn't you tell me things were bad I would have flown over and helped you" he said. "I know but you don't owe me anything and I had to deal with this" I replied looking at him. Jacob smiled "Tom you have no idea how much in debt to you I am" he said as I just sat looking confused. "What do you mean?" Brad asked a little overcome by seeing the real Jacob in the flesh. "Everything he models just sells out within days" Jacob said ruffling my hair. Marcus approached having cooled down "Love to see you two model together" he said sitting next to Brad. Brad pulled a strange face "Seriously that is weird" he replied laughing. Jacob nodded "I could see that. Anyway that's why I am here is there somewhere we can talk?" he asked. Brad stood "Come back to the ranch and talk. Marcus you can cool down properly in the pool with us". Marcus jumped up grabbing Brad "Show me the way sexy" he said to a laughing Brad. "Careful" I said to Marcus "the four of them together are a handful" I warned him. Jacob stood and looked around again "I can see why you come here it is so beautiful and quiet". I smiled "Best place to think and find peace" I said hugging him again. We packed up and drove back to the ranch house. Brad and Marcus hit it off chatting away. It was a little worrying to see how Brad would react around more gay men but he was pretty cool and genuinely seemed to like Jacob and Marcus. We piled out on to the terrace where everyone apart from Jacob and I dived in to the pool, we sat at the table to catch up and talk. Jacob smiled seeing Marcus and Brad hitting it off and laughing. Marcus no heeding my warning was soon overpowered by the Joshua, Sean and Brad whilst Mike looked on laughing. I watched them briefly and turned to Jacob "I am sorry about everything Jacob" I said. Jacob looked at me "I had him blacklisted" he replied "Eric I mean, no one knows the reason" he went on further. "Patty does" I told him "well that's part of the reason I left, she didn't believe me" I explained. Jacob leaned forward "Don't worry she is discreet and won't say anything, I know she wants you back" he said. I chuckled "She told me I would never model again" I said looking at the pool "I don't care though". He smiled "I want you back modelling Tom, just for me in New York" Jacob said looking at me. I leaned forward "I see, but what about Patty" I replied. Jacob chuckled "She can stop you signing up with agencies but not directly with the designer" he explained. "But why I mean modelling isn't really for me" I asked doubting if I really wanted this. "Tell me have you been out and been recognised?" Jacob asked me seriously. I nodded "Well yes here in Medina I was recognised" I replied. Jacob laughed "The Model Called Tom, you really have no idea how famous or in demand you are?". I shook my head "No, you know I didn't really pay much attention it was just photographs". Jacob looked seriously at me "I want you to be the face behind Man by Jacob" he said. I looked blankly at him "A what?" I asked looking completely stupid. Jacob chuckled "You become the face of my new menswear brand, we are creating it because of you". "Shut up" I said giggling "me, you created a brand because of me?" I repeated several times. "Yes" Jacob laughed "Young hip brand aimed at your age range and younger" he tried to explain it to me. "I don't know, I am happy here at Medina ranch" I said apologetically to Jacob. Jacob's smile faded a little "A model that can sell a range is a rare thing Tom". I turned to face him "I don't know, anyway Eddie was the one who really created me" I grinned fondly. Jacob laughed "Eddie will work on the project as well but only if your on board" he said. "If I said yes I am not leaving here, I love Brad and my friends to much" I said looking out at the pool. Jacob smiled "I will fly you up to New York, 3 days at most twice a month, you and Brad". I shrugged my shoulders and smiled "I have nothing to loose Jacob but only if Brad agrees". "Excellent" Jacob smiled "Can you fly up this week and we can sign contracts and get you started?". I laughed "I thought you came here as a friend not to get me working" I said to him. Jacob smiled at me "I do consider you as a friend Tom, in fact a close one that I hope I can trust". I looked confused at him "Trust in what?" I asked. "Man by Jacob" he said "it is not out there yet so you need to keep it secret until we are ready". "You can trust me Jacob, anyway you were the first person who was ever really nice to me in LA" I told him. Jacob laughed "I thought that was Eddie" he said catching me off guard with his whit. "As long as Brad can come with me I would be happy to" I replied unsure if I was making the right decision. Jacob nodded "Brad is quite a stunner but your step-brother, seriously!" he laughed. I looked at Brad "The person I have truly been in love with for so many years" I said then looked at Jacob. "There is one other thing I need to ask you" Jacob started to say and leaned over. "Am I going to like this?" I chuckled and he shrugged his shoulders. "There is an award event coming up, I would like you to attend with me" Jacob asked looking seriously at me. "Oh" I mumbled looking down "I don't think I am quite ready for that" I replied honestly. Jacob smiled "It's a couple of months off yet, but it is a big thing in the modelling world" he said. I sat there quiet for a moment "Why do you want me there?" I asked. "To show you off" Jacob laughed "and... you have been nominated for an award" he said grinning. I looked at Sean "Jacob can we bring Sean as well, I don't want to leave him by himself on the ranch, not yet anyway" I asked. Jacob smiled "Yes if you agree to come to the awards and only because it is you" he said. I sighed and shook my head "Are you blackmailing me" I laughed "you drive a hard bargain" I smiled at him. Jacob and Marcus stayed overnight at the ranch after a little coercing and blackmailing of my own, so they cancelled their hotel reservation in Dallas. Our parents were actually shocked for once meeting Jacob Jansen the man behind the fashion brand, yeah my mother knew about him she often wandered around the boutiques of his. They were interested in finding out what Jacob had offered me, my mother was very keen on the idea since I had shown no real interest at finding a proper job, she reminded me exactly how good I was and produced the photo I gave them wearing one of his suits for the first time. With the nine of us there dinner went on until well in to the early hours. Sean, Joshua and Mike had the spare bed in our room. Okay so the five of us did play a little, after all Brad still had an enormous crush on Joshua. Joshua, well he got over his crush for Brad, he really did have eyes only for Sean but they also agreed to have a relationship like Brad and I, purely so they could be in bed with us. Mike and Brad shared their first kiss that night, Mike couldn't believe how much of a randy buggar Brad had become, way more than me but it is was kept our friendships so special, having these intimate but not serious moments in our lives. Monday morning came around and Sean and I laid in bed watching Brad dressing, they were both looking forward to flying up to New York on Wednesday morning. Well it was bizarre for two reasons, flying north instead of west and no Mike on the flight that I was so use to. Jacob flew us to New York in first class which was Sean's first experience of flying. We were all like kids having never seen this city before, but we recognised landmarks from TV shows as the car drove us through midtown to Jacob's offices. We stepped out of the limo and looked at the sign near the doors, it wasn't blaring out at you, stylish and modest it read 'Home of Jacob Jansen Fashions'. It was a little intimidating rather like the day I walked in to Manon International as we went through the doors, only this time I was not a nobody. Two women standing in the reception rushed over greeting me by name and introducing themselves as part of JJF's marketing team. We were whisked up to the fifth floor and when the elevator doors opened we stepped into the fashionable offices of Jacob's headquarters, immediately I was surrounded by people that were so excited to meet me personally. Sean and Brad eyed up a couple of extremely buff models who were dressed in some tailored shirts. Walking past both of them acknowledged me and said hello using my name, one winked a Sean and Brad and did a double take before he disappeared in to the dressing suite, Brad and Sean were almost tempted to wander off and find him. Jacob came out of his office and beamed ignoring everyone else he almost flew across the floor to greet us...

I grew up in a small farming community in Nebraska. I have 5 older brothers and from early on I was treated different by my parents as my brothers are big 6'2-6'4 with big mussels and I'm 5'7 with a string bean build. On the farm when not in school you are working from an early age. Where my brothers went to work after High School I applied to College and received many offers. I knew I did not wanted to stay in Nebraska. I think my parents knew before I did I was gay and when I told them they did not seamed shock and when I was pick on my youngest brother would defend me as he is just 16 months older than me. I knew where ever school I went to would have been near a large Gay community so it was either NYC or San Francisco. I visited both and the school in NYC bowled me over with the best offer I could get. It would not put a major Financial load on my parents or me and I would not be left with big students loans.As I wanted to pay my own way as running a farm cost big money I would try to find a job to cover my living expensive at school. I moved to NYC into the dorms and the first thing I said to my self did I make a big mistake of my life as everything is so tight here. My room mate was ok at first but in a few weeks turned into a real ass hole tell me all the time who he fuck he is not Gay. Not knowing NYC and really being a farm boy I'm in a new world as I know it's out their but I can't get into the Gay bars I pass by of find so I know it's out there. My sex life is giving someone a blow job once when we visit the big city near us in North Platt Nebraska. I'm fed up with my room mate and I have to do something fast or I feel like going back home and work the farm for the rest of my life. As I have to find away out of living in the Dorms as the commute is 20-30 minutes either way by the bus the school has or by me on my bicycle. Every place I look is way over my limited budget or the room is smaller than I have now. One day I look at Craigslist of all places and find a room for rent for a male only and when I hear where the address its BINGO 1 block from where most of my classes are. I get on time and it's a very old building, I get to the door and when it opens and I see the guy at the door I think I was struck by lighting as we look at each other for a long time. He's 5'8 maybe 125 in a tight tee shirt and I can see the out line of his nipple rings. He ask me in and the place is huge , with wire walls with pictures of MEN in full leather or men with boys arm in arm. The pictures stop me in my tracks as I don't know to run or keep looking. I do notice James eyes have not left me as I just look around and takes me by the hand to the room he is renting out. This bed room is very big also with a king size 4 posted bed that does look very gothic. When I ask him how much I say to him how much and I'm saying to my self it's going to be to much, but James ask how much can I afford and when I give him the number he says that's perfect. I gave a number more than I could really afford but I said to my self I will make it here some how.somehow I get the use of the kitchen , bathroom that has all these long hoses off the shower head and free wifi. I could not be happier. I ask if I could start to move over the weekend and he shoot back I have a friend with a truck and it can be done in one run. So I move in and settle in and I love the quite this place is but I look at the pictures on the wall and I get as hard as a rock and even pre cum is coming out. I try to hide how hard I am but James is always walking around half naked as goes late every night. I never ask what he does but is mostly at night. As James goes out late to work most evening and is back in a few hours or comes home early morning as I'm leaving for school it really working well for me with school but my life is empty in some ways. After a month James wants to talk and ask if I want to hang out with him this weekend, I remind him I'm under 21 and can't get into any bars, he says it's no problem where are going as he knows the doorman real well. I tried of looking at the books and I'm way ahead of my school work and it's a Friday. We get waved right in at Pyramid Club and once inside the music hits me and so many hot looking guys around, it take me a few minutes to understand what is going on as my head is spinning as James gives me a soda and says let's dance. On the floor it's more like a grope fest as James and I get closer and closer and when our lips lock my arms are all over his body as he takes off my shirt, my bare chest is rubbing up against him as I feel his nipple rings hitting my nipples. Something comes over me as I go down to kiss his nipples. The rest of the evening there was one big blur of passion & heat form everyone I met at the Club, what I thought was 1 hour turned out to be 5 hours. As we left the sun was coming as we grab a taxi home our hands were all over each other. Once we made it up stairs what cloths we have come off as we head to the bed. It's my real first time of having sex with any one unless you say giving someone a blow job is sex. James is the first one to take my anal cheery and I thought it would be very painful but he was so gentle with me it was pure pleasure. I wake up and James is sipping coffee and looking at my naked body as all he has on is a tong with a hard dick showing. He ask how I'm doing I get off the bed and get on my hands and knees and take his dick out and start to suck, as he's about to cum he picks me up and takes me to the shower. In the shower I find out what all thous hoses are for. He is making love to me wile he's working over my hole. I come out of the shower clean on the out side & inside. We spend Saturday & Sunday fucking going to some clubs and I'm having the time of my life not hiding who I am but living what I am. I no longer live in my room but in James room. As I get near the end of the school year my funding will not be available over the summer and my part time job will not be enough to support my self in that time and I don't want to leave James as I'm in love with him and he with me. When I tell him that I will have to go back home for the summer and work on the family farm he says he has an idea how I can stay in NYC and make enough money to stay here with him. He ask how I feel about doing what he does, my being so fresh off the farm , I say I really don't know what he does at night and he is Laughing. He says he works as an escort a he showed me his profile on Rentboy. I'm shock and say you get paid to have sex with other men, he says that I could do very good but I will have to be a Top as that is where the real money is. He tell me he has a very good client who would love me. James tell me we will go over and double team him as he will really like that. I'm scared to death but if I can stay in NYC for the summer with James I'm willing to do it. We get to his home and I don't know what to do but James leads me by the hand an tells me what to do. I can see on the client face he is very happy that I'm came, as once I'm naked he says to James is he legal, James responds do you really care. He is on his knees sucking my dick in a second as James starts to lube his hole up. Right before I cum James pulls him off and turns him onto his dick and hands me a condom to put on and tell me to fuck him hard.