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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.

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.

[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.”

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. 😉

So, this happened on Easter weekend back in 2017.... I was on my way home, and stopped to check a few messages on my phone. Parked my car next to a public toilet at a park near where i stay, it was around 7pm at night, and it was raining. In fact it had been raining all day, one of those days where you really want to stay at home. Anyway, i was minding my own business, in my car, when i saw a guy who was on a bike come through. he was wearing full cyclist gear (i'll refer to him as the cyclist from now on), the tights, shoes and helmet. Found it odd that someone would be cycling in that weather but it was none of my business. He rode up to close to where my car was, we made eye contact for a while, then he went down to the toilet, left his bike on the ball and walked in. Now for me, i'm an experienced cruiser, have seen and done it all. He gave out all the signs of a cruiser, but i was so unsure. I had never done anything here, and the place wasn't even known for that. But my instincts were telling me that i might just get some ass, so i waited around 5 mins to see if he would exit. And he didn't. So i thought i would go in and see. Mind you, i wasn't looking for anything, was just replying to some messages whilst getting ready to go home. It was pouring down rain by the time i walked out of my car, i had to jog to the toilet entrance which was just around 10m away. Lo and behold, i walk into the toilet, and there was the cyclist, bent over, pants down on the sink with his ass there exposed. I had hit the jackpot. My massive cock got hard immediately. I walked over to him. He quickly turned around, and we kissed passionately for about a minute. Then he went on his knees and started sucking my cock. And boy did he do a good job. Got lots of spit on it. But we all knew the main goal. I had to fuck him. And he knew it well. After sucking my cock for a few minutes, he got up, turned around and bent over on the sink. And then i entered him. Just a little spit, just how i like it. He moaned a bit but he knew how to take it. Soon i was all the way in, fucking him with rhythm. Yes this was a public toilet but at this point i didnt give a damn. And the best part was, his dick was rock hard as i was fucking him. We were both caught up in the moment, and with the rain, that we never really bothered to stop when we heard a car park, turn off its headlights (from the top windows of the toilet). I was in heaven and so was this faggot. By the way, he was about 5ft 6", good body, blonde hair, smooth/clean shaven, prob around late 40s or early 50s. He wore spectacles too. Anyway, i was busy barebacking they cyclist when some guy just walked into the toilet. My heart sank and i froze.... The guy just walked in as if he was on a mission. He was bald, bit stocky, prob mid 40s. When i saw the huge bulge in his shorts, i knew there was nothing to worry about. He didn't even flinch, just took off all his clothes (me and the cyclist were half dressed all this time) and walked over to us. Without saying a word, he knelt down, sucked my cock whilst stroking his 7 inch cut cock. He cleaned up all the ass juices from the cyclist, then went on to rim the cyclist real good. It was time to continue i guess. Back into the tight cyclist ass i went, he screamed out as my huge cock pushed against his sphincter and entered him. The other guy (will call him Mr D), and i started to kiss passionately as i sodomized this faggot. Mr D was already leaking of pre cum, he flicking it off with his finger and tasting it. Mr D was clearly at the point of no return, and him having a VIP seat watching me breed this faggot was too much, he shot his load all over my cock and the cyclist's ass. We kissed passionately, then i proceeded to use Mr D's cum as lube and fucked it deep into the cyclist, driving him crazy with passion. But Mr D wasn't done yet. He knelt down under the cyclist and started to suck him off, and i could hear from his moans that the cyclist was really loving it. In no time, he blew his load straight into Mr D's eager mouth. Mr D stood up then started cum kissing with the cyclist, making him taste his own cum like a good faggot whore. Then Mr D came over to me and shared what was left of the cum. It was warm and salty, just loved the taste. The taste of that delicious cum drove me over the edge, i blew a massive load deep inside the cyclist, plastering his guts with my seed. As soon as i pulled out, Mr D knelt in front of the cyclist, and started eating his ass like crazy, driving his tongue deep inside. He wanted to get as much of my load as possible. I absolutely loved how filthy and NASTY Mr D was. He drove the cyclist crazy with his tongue fucking. The cyclist motioned me over to him so that he could suck my cock clean, and in the meantime, Mr D, who was hard again, decided it was his turn to fuck the cyclist. By now the rain was pouring down hard, with even thunder. After my cock was sucked clean, i though about leaving. Put my pants on, walked to the door. But the rain was so heavy, so i thought i would wait in the toilet for it to subside. I honestly didnt think i was going to get hard again soon, but after about 7 mins i was. The cyclist was moaning very loudly by now, knowing that the rain would drown his noises. Mr D had a beautiful ass, with some tan lines, and watching him fuck the cyclist, with cum dripping from his chin, was just too hot for me. I pulled down my pants and decided to join in again. Started to rim Mr D while he was fucking the cyclist, and soon enough, i decided i was going to fuck him. Mr D must have been in heaven as soon as i entered him, and he became the "filling" in this tasty sandwich fuck. His ass was so good, i entered him in one go, giving him all my 10 inches balls deep. I continue to drive the train, we fucked in that position for some minutes, but this was all too much for me and i then proceeded to shoot my babies deep inside Mr D, as he was balls deep inside the cyclist. "Fuuuuuuck" he yelled out, as he felt my cock shot spurt after spurt of my seed. I kept my cock deep inside him as i knew he wouldnt last inside the cyclist. And sure enough, in about 40 secs, as my cock was starting to soften, he shot his load deep inside the cyclist. To cap it all off, the cyclist ate my load from Mr D's ass, and Mr D ate his load from the cyclist's ass. And ofcourse, there was no way the cyclist was going to walk out with that hard on, so it was now my turn to have him shoot his delicious, salty cum in my mouth. There was lots of cum kissing as we "wound down", and by then it was now just drizzling. We walked out one after the other. The cyclist rode into the dark, Mr D drove off in his truck. I sat there for about 5 mins just amazed by how hot this encounter was. Each guy came twice, i pumped my load in both guys and barely any words were spoken. Everyone went home satisfied. Sad to say, i never met them again. I still drive past the toilet at night, sometimes hoping to meet them again. But that's the thing with cruising, anon sex is always better. Oh and the best part, both the cyclist and Mr D had wedding rings! Gay bareback sex is too addictive i always say. Always leaves you satisfied.

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)

Haven’t posted in a while but boy have things changed…. If you’ve read my previous stories you know how much cheating on my husband turns me on. I love breeding and getting bred by different guys. Some regulars, some one time hookups. Nothing is better than going home to have sex with my husband knowing that I was a slut for some other man earlier in the day. but recently, my husband and I have started using hookup apps together. We’ve said we play together, and we do. I still play separately and from what I know, he still does not. I try and encourage him to fuck around without me. He seems to be opening up to the idea and I hope it happens soon. Nothing would be hotter than to come home from work and find him ass up with someone’s cum dripping from his hole. if you’re in the Orlando area and wanna help me out, feel free to DM me.

Always a 💦 with your stories Thank you 😁

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.

I can't speak to statistics, but a good buddy (and occasional FB) of mine definitely qualifies as a dominant bottom. He strongly prefers being penetrated (dick or fist) but is definitely a dom silver daddy bear in the BDSM sense.

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.

Surprised at the preference for looser holes. Fuck I love wicked tight boys. Feels amazing on my cock and love to slowly work their holes open and keep them on the edge of struggle until they finally loosen up enough to take me to the hilt well. Feels, sounds, and looks soooo hot 😉 happy to open tight holes up for tops that need/want looser 😉

To my way if thinking, appetite is what makes you want to eat supper. It isn’t entirely what decides if you decide to eat it at 5:00 instead of 8:00, or if you choose ramen over hamburger, or if you eat alone or in company. It may stimulate behavior, but is not itself an action taken. Libido is what makes you horny. A guy can satisfy a sexual appetite in diverse ways (God knows). How does the virus automatically control an HVL HIV patient to go out and fuck versus take the more immediate route of sating that hunger by masturbating, and how thoroughly did the study consider this aspect of the problem? I have many questions.

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.

I had a top make me take one before fucking. Then he had me shower with him he cleaned me all over. Then had me kneel down so he could piss on me. After that he rinsed me off, took me to his bedroom and fucked me.

shrink-flation

I can’t write here something extremely new, many of you already wrote here my favourites. Sucking and eating ass are must on both side. I love to eat asses, especially if they are already full of cum. Kissing is also necessary for me. I love nipple play too. And my absolute favourite is armpit sniffing and licking. Especially if it’s a sweaty, musky hairy one. Awwwww

It feels great... almost like a pair of tightly puckered lips are kissing at the head of your cock when you first start banging into it. Then all of a sudden the bottom relaxes and you kind of fall forward into it as it just opens up, and you glide into a place that most never get to feel. And then the real fun begins. I know that may sound like a silly description, but that's what its always felt like to me.

I'll just say it as it is I remember holding my dad's legs apart to eat his ass as my uncle was slowly fucking me. It happened after I walked in on them having fun. To be fair, all the guys in my family plays together and I can't remember how many times my dad, uncle, brothers and cousins 69d, swallowed cum, and fucked. They learned it from their dad and I think he and his brothers did it from their dad. I don't think I'm the only one and I want guys to know if they were raised in the family way they are not alone

I get checked every three months. If I have an STI, I get treated and move on.

Ya its always been a pop feeling for sure(feels so super good) and have to admit seeing the “buck” is kinda a turn on when I’m opening them up 😉. But yes find most bottoms appreciate not plowing thru it over and over for a good bit until it’s relaxed and more aligned to my very rigid cock. I know my deep ring is only 5” back so most tops get to see me “buck” good before they sink in deep, definitely more reaction if you are thick. Definitely a love hate kinda situation but it feels so amazing once it’s past that spot, its hard not to look forward to the top finally just muscling it in deep 😉, and of course seeing that look of “fuck that felt good” on their faces.

Of course it best fresh and straight from tap. But there's something hot to about guys saving their cum for later use, collecting cum from other guys - and swapping those collected loads with each other 😈

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.

3. Upvote A foot more and he’d reach it. Straining with every fiber in his upper torso he constricted his body tightly against the peg in his left hand, hanging, while his right arm reached far about his head. He knew the hole was there, somewhere. His right hand felt around until the dowel inserted into the recessed hole securely, allowing him to pull his entire one-eighty pounds of hard muscle up to the top of the climbing pegboard. His arms gleamed in sweaty muscle perfection, dripping pearls off his elbows, and he growled out his accomplishment for the others in the gym to hear above the din of the room. He gritted his teeth, biceps flexed to the max, and dropped off the pegs, landing with a thud on the padded gym floor. Steve Reynolds turned up the volume on his earbuds to drown out the gym’s pop music, pounding heavy metal instead inside his skull as he strutted over to the leg press. His head bobbed to the heavy cords and the pounding beat. Before putting forty-five pound plates for his hamstring set, he examined in the mirror what the pegboard had done for his biceps. At five-ten, blond hair parted perfectly down the middle, shoulders cutting against the double heads of his biceps, the mass of his triceps, he couldn’t help but break into a sparkling smile at his reflection. He took out his phone and snapped a pic of his right arm pumped at a right angle. He lifted his perspiration-drenched Glastonbury sweatshirt, the one he’d cut the arm cut off of, and examined his abs. Ripped six-pack abs stood out like a sideways picket fence. Yeah, he’d tap that if given the chance. He swung his ass around and check out his bowling ball cheeks. Coach said he had the face of GQ model with a body of a porn star when coach fucked him silly last year. That motivated him to get to the gym every day without fail over the summer. Wait till the coach had him alone this year. What would he tell him in his ear? He held up his sweatshirt once more, then held up his phone and snapped. The pic was excellent and he immediately shared it to his feed for his countless followers. Having piled several large plates onto the leg press, he was just getting under it when Nick and Zack Demopoulos, the Greek twins, both seniors, both twenty pounds heavier than him, a few inches taller, both hot as shit, stood on either sides of the machine, leaning on the plates, looking down on him. Too big and steely to be swimmers, they were, however, big, fast and as powerful as jaguars on the athletic field, stars both of the school’s soccer team. “You still doing that faggy water volleyball?” Nick said. The only way Steve Reynolds could tell them apart was Nick was the one with the crooked nose from the number of times he had broken it in fights. For twins, they had very different temperaments. Zack was more laid back, Nick much more aggressive. Reynolds didn’t hear what Nick was going on about and flicked out his earbuds. Nick leaned over the machine eyeballing Reynolds, prone on his back, legs sticking up in the air. Nick released the machine’s safety catch and the full weight plus Nick’s overhanging torso bore down on Reynolds. “What’s the matter? You don’t like soccer?” he asked snarling. “Grrrrrr,” grunted Reynolds under the massive weight. He pushed up fiercely, and reinstated the safety catch. “No reason,” he said casually although a bit breathlessly. “Can only do so much with seven classes. Mind?” He pointed at Nick’s elbows to get off the machine. Nick backed off holding his hands in the air, all innocent. Ice wouldn’t melt in that hot mouth of his. The gym was a cacophony of after-class buzzing. Girls strained, moaned and stretched in the mirrors, pairs of boys at the free weights spotted each other, yelling, “You got this, it’s all you!” Plates clanked, footfalls fell heavily on running machines, an overlay of Lady Gaga blared over the loudspeakers, and ESPN commentators analyzed football plays on overhead flatscreens. “Your coach must have some magic spell over you guys,” Zack said, a sliver of white teeth smiling above him. Reynolds pumped out a set of ten reps while Zack continued. “No one ever seems to want to get on any other team once they start under Coach Brandon. What’s the secret, Steve?” Reynolds locked the safety catch again and let his legs drop to his sides, puffing. “Team spirit, what can I say, Zack?” There was something about the twins, some yin-yang that made them so tempting and formidable. Maybe it was how pleasing they were to look at, especially Zack. He had an arm perched above Reynolds revealing a thick mat of black armpit hair, matted down with sweat from his workout. Both the twins had dark brooding features, black curly hair, long eagle-beak noses, Nick’s slightly bent to one side; both had thin dark lips, sensually curved, brows that were big and always furrowed, eyes that glittered black as coal. “Team spirit? Nah,” Zack said, waving a finger back at him. “I say he’s got something on all of you.” He cocked a sly smile at Reynolds. Reynolds though Zack was the more cleaver of the two even though Nick was in honors society studying behavioral psychology, just like he was, whereas Zack slacked off majoring in musical theater. Not for nothing, Zach was a pretty good actor the two musicals he’d seen him in. The major itself, though, made Reynolds have his suspicions about Zack and his proclivities. He thought maybe they aligned with his own bent desires. It was hard to imagine, however, that he and Zack played on the same team with a twin brother like Nick. It was hard to fathom, but man, did the brothers towering above him make fine looking bookends. Reynolds pushed his legs up the fraction of an inch that allowed the safety latch to release. Nick leaned on the plates again adding his weight to frustrate Reynolds. “Looks like you need some juice to get through your sets,” he said. “Too much water between your ears.” Reynolds roared to get his last two leg presses out. He was annoyed but not really pissed. He looked at Zack, who shrugged his shoulders giving him a what-can-I-do-he’s-my-brother look. He glanced back at Nick, a little intrigued. “You got juice?” he asked trying not to look too enticed. “Shit, yeah,” Nick said, twisting his arm around to flex his delt and tricep. Reynolds had to acknowledge they were impressively large. “You don’t get these from just the gym.” Reynolds looked back at Zack. Zack had on a loose string tank so most of his chest was exposed. He flexed his pecs and beneath his chest’s thick pelt of clipped black fur, perfectly chiseled mounds of man-flesh rose like rock mountains. Reynolds was startled by the size and also by the fact that Zack juiced. Nick, he figured, for sure, but Zack took him by surprise. “You have it?” Nick nodded. "Sell it?" Reynolds asked him in a hush voice. Leaning down, Nick joked, “First one’s always free, m’ man.” “Let’s go then,” said Reynolds, getting up from his prone position. “I’ll get my gym bag.” “Nah,” said Zack waving his hand. “Finish your routine, let’s not create a ruckus. Meet us at the Blackbox theater. I have my stuff stashed there. Know where that is?” Reynolds nodded. He was pretty excited not only by the prospects of doing steroids for the first time, but doing steroids with the hot Demopoulos twins. Who knew where this would lead isolated as the Blackbox theater was? Maybe he could get Zack alone at some point and ditch annoying Nick. Or could it lead to a three-way. The brothers left the gym floor, and he finished the rest of his exercises quickly. He grabbed his gym bag out of his locker. The Blackbox wasn’t too far away, down the hall and through an underpass to an old part of the school. Still in his cutoff sweatshirt and shorts, he checked himself out in the full-length mirror at the end of the lockers and approved of what he saw. Lean, sinewy, pumped muscles that soon would be much more enhanced if Nick came through. *** The underpass echoed the squeaks from his shoes as he walked along the grey and white broken tile. There were older parts of the college, sure. Some buildings dated from the late eighteen hundreds. Some structures were built in the early nineteen twenties, thirties and forties. This section, however, was out of the ugly, boring nineteen-sixties. Institutional as a non-descript post office or police station; functional, drab and featureless. The underpass was half-lit with some of the fluorescent tubes removed to save on power, which only amplified the feeling of neglect. Not interesting enough to be spruced up by murals or even decorated with bulletin boards displaying club events; not dilapidated enough to be torn down and started afresh; this section of the school was lost in ennui that was as tangible as dead skin needing to be sloughed off. In the middle of the underpass he spotted a white porcelain drinking fountain. He bent over and twisted its metal knob. It dribbled a weak stream between metal prongs. Still he was thirsty enough to draw loud sips to quench his thirst. His slurps amplified through the empty hallway, and along with the dim light, made the whole passage seem sadly desolate. The Blackbox entrance was around the corner from the underpass. He tested the door and found it open. It was one of the drama departments many theaters, the smallest and most infrequently used, in fact he couldn’t remember a single time it had a production in it over the course of his freshman year. True to its name, when he entered all he found was an empty black painted room void of any chairs or furniture, just a raised stage in the center surround by thick black curtains along all four sides. Zack was fooling around at a lighting board at one end, while Nick was bringing up a couple of grey folding chairs to the center of the platform. Nick was dressed in black slacks and shirt. Zack, at the lighting board, was dressed the same. Two bright spotlights came up as Nick approached the center. He unfolded the chairs meeting Reynolds in the middle under the klieg lights. “You didn’t change,” observed Nick. “Guess he’s excited,” Zack called on his way over to them. He held up an orange-tipped syringe between his fingers. “Uh, so,” Reynolds said sitting across from Nick, a little nervous actually seeing the needle for the first time, “What? You shoot that in my leg or something?” He looked back and forth between the twins’ faces. “That’s what I read you do anyway.” Nick took the needle from Zack, removing the cap. “Nah, first time you gotta mainline it. Works faster,” he said, running a finger over Reynold’s many pronounced veins. “No problem finding a juicy one on you. You pumped ‘em nice. Gonna get you right here.” He held Reynolds' arm flat against his own leg and popped the needle in at an angle, drawing a large stream of blood swirling into the vial. “You gonna love this, dude. Just go with it.” Nick plunged the content into Reynolds’ bloodstream, and Reynolds’ head flew back as the drug hit his brain like an electric current. “Fuck, wah,” Reynolds couldn’t finish the sentence as a thunderclap roared down from his brain through his nervous system straight out to his fingers and toes and especially from the center of his groin. He was blissed almost to the point of passing out from how good he felt. He’d never had this much of a rush flow through him. No finishing line, no swim meet win, not even an orgasm of a fist going up his butt for the first time could compete with the overwhelming ecstasy cascading through his mind and body. What was even more unbelievable was Zack unzipping his fly and presenting him with his fat, uncut Greek cock slapping him in his face a couple of times. It barely pulled him out of his revelry with an insatiable hunger that overtook him and he swallowed Zack member fully, slurping loudly, drool running down his cheeks, Zack’s hardening tool starting to go deeper down his throat. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He didn’t care if Nick saw it or not. In fact he liked that Nick was watching. And Nick did see, and even more unbelievably, pulled off Reynolds’ shorts. “Oops, sorry dude. Must have mixed that point up with some crystal,” Nick admitted disingenuously. Once Reynolds gym shorts were off Nick spied the metal cage over Reynolds’ cock and balls. “What in hell?” Nick tapped against Reynolds’ chastity cage. “What the fuck is that?” Reynolds couldn’t answer with Zack’s cock in his mouth and his brain was too fried from meth to assemble an answer that made sense. He forgot the question as soon as it was asked. All he knew was Zack’s cock in his mouth. The cage just was, part and parcel of his reality. Integrated for over a year. Something his coach wanted. Demanded. Insisted. Rewarded. Something everyone else acquiesced to. Unquestioningly. For the run of the fall season, a break at Christmas, and then again reattached for the rest of spring, free for the summer, now back locked up in fall for a second year. He felt his dick hardening while he sucked the hairy Greek, thick wiry black pubes tickling his nostrils, but knew his dick’s limits and it’d engorged as much as it would and then stopped. He’d soon turn his aroused state solely to his hole as he learned to do his freshman year. He knew he’d give it willingly to these two Greek gods, and, as the drug careened through not only his mind but throughout his body, he sensed they’d make good use of it. He’d be a fucking slut for both of them. No question. “You sick motherfucker. Suck my brother’s dick, faggot,” Nick taunted him. He pulled the folding chair out from under Reynolds who fell to his knees, keeping his mouth attached to Zack’s huge, fully erect cock. Nick brought out a fuckbench from behind one of the heavy black drapes and told Reynolds to climb on it. Zack encouraged him to climb onto it, the whole time continuing the contact between his cock and the swimmer’s mouth. Nick riffled through Reynolds’ gym bag and found his phone. “Open it, shitbag,” he ordered, handing it to Reynolds. Reynolds paused hesitant, which made Zack pull out of his mouth, waving his dark member with its plum purple head bulging and leaking a stream of pre-cum, enticing him with it like a matador in front of a bull. Reynolds’ brows furrowed in frustration and he unlocked the phone for Nick. Zack rewarded Reynolds with his dick as Reynolds positioned himself onto the arm and leg rests of the fuckbench. Zack held Reynolds’ head steady as he started rocking his dick deeper down Reynolds’ throat. Nick snapped a close-up photo on Reynolds’ phone—“Blackmail insurance,” he said—and then started assembling some equipment at the edge of the raised platform while his brother took pleasure in Reynolds’ mouth, adding a finger across the swimmer’s exposed butthole. Reynolds was in a frenzy, feverish, sweating profusely, his fantasy of having Zack play with his butthole complete while he weighed Zacks heavy balls in his hand, totally unaware of the mechanical device with protruding dildo being set up behind him. Zack watched his brother setting up the fuck machine whose wires ran to a laptop at the lighting station. Knowing what Reynolds was in for started making him leak even more in anticipation. He had to admit the swimmer had incredible oral skills. His velvet mouth and wet slippery tongue rolled over his knob sending him over the edge. “I’m gonna cum, Nick,” he called out to his twin. “Go for it, bro,” Nick called back from the lighting station. “Almost ready.” Zack increased his rhythm, skull-fucking Reynolds with deeper and more violent strokes. “Wished I could return the favor,” he told Reynolds. Reynolds tried to speak forgetting he was going down one of the most delicious fat cocks he’d ever given head to, maybe even as good as coach’s. He garbled something unintelligible in response. “Yeah, whatever you said,” Zack responded. “Maybe another time.” He thrust his leaking tool deep down Reynolds’ throat and then exploded spasm after spasm of spunk, gurgling down the horned up jock’s gullet. Spit and sperm ran out of Reynolds’ mouth as he choked on the vast amount of cum Zack shot in him. Reynolds shook his head in pleasure mixed with disbelief, the first moment he began coming off the initial rush of crystal. Fuck, did he feel good. He couldn’t wait for what would come next. “Meanwhile,” Nick said, laying a strap over the back of Reynolds’ Glastonbury sweatshirt and cinching it tight, then securing individual leg restraints over his naked legs and thighs, “time for us to get to the main event. Bro, latch his arms and wrists.” Zack bent down and looked Reynolds in the face. He held the guy’s face in his hands and kissed him, swallowing some of his own cum in the process. He smiled and Reynolds smiled back in a haze of pleasure and innocence. Zack then proceeded to bind the sophomore’s forearms to the arm rests. He stood up and zipped up his hairy crotch from Reynolds’ view. It was only then that Reynolds realized he couldn’t move. “So here’s what’s going to happen,” Nick said, grabbing Reynolds’ sweatshirt hood and draping it down over his head. “I don’t want anyone knowing who you are. Don’t know how long you’re gonna last and I don’t want anyone missing you tonight. This is my thesis project, a kind of update of the old Yale Milgram experiment from the nineteen-sixties, to see how much empathy is out there in the digital world. You’re a psych major, right?” Reynolds nodded but still confused, feeling a rising panic in the pit of his stomach. “You remember Milgram tested subjects telling them it was okay to shock another subject to the point of near death, proving anyone would submit to authority figures given the opportunity, would ‘just follow orders.’ My proposition is that in this brave new world of anonymous social media, there isn’t any authority at all so people are just complete fucks jobs. Soulless, guiltless, fucks. Hope for your sake I’m wrong, but I doubt it. Got him locked down, bro?” Reynold felt Zack push a load of grease into his hole, and followed it up with a protrusion at the edge of his asshole, something that felt like a hard dick ready to fuck him. "Yepper," answered Zack. “I’ve got you wired to a live feed. The upvotes work arithmetically. First ten votes push the rubber dick in an inch, the next twenty pumps up the dildo’s girth an inch, the next thirty makes the piston go a little faster, forty, another inch deeper, fifty, another inch wider, so on and so forth. Downvotes work the same way but in reverse. Given the option we’ll see how much goes in that direction and we’ll see if the public has any sympathy for you and your hole.” “Guys, fuck, don’t do this,” Reynolds was able to spit out, testing the reality that this was really happening. He still tasted Zack, still had a pleasurably hum of eroticism running through him, didn’t know if the idea of being fucked was such a bad idea, but didn’t like he couldn’t move his arms or legs, not even a fraction. “Can’t we just play?” “Later maybe, Steve,” Zack said. “Yeah, Steve. Later,” Nick said snidely. “We’ll see how much the internet thinks you should take if anything is left of you. You’ve got the potential of a two foot horse cock aimed at your shithole, more if the interweb deems it. You’re at their mercy, whoever ‘they’ are. My guess is you’re going to be a complete bloody trainwreck when we check back later.” “I think,” added Zack to reassure Reynolds, “people are going to be more empathetic than my brother thinks.” “That would only be true,” posited Nick, “if they could see his face, but he’s only a body on YouTube. No audio, all they’ll see is thrashing. Potentially.” Reynolds felt the initial sensation of the dildo pushing in an inch. “Looks like you’ve been spotted by a few gawkers. By the IP address looks like their from this campus, but the hits are starting to grow wider. I have a running banner of stats under the video but I’m sure all eyes will be glued to your ass and how it’s taking the punishment.” A hiss of air came from the mechanical box and Reynolds felt the cock expand inside his ass and also started moving faster in and out. “Think you’ve already got a fan club forming. New York and New Jersey just lit up.” At the moment it teased his ass. He’d taken much more locked up last spring under coach’s guidance. A fist, double penetration, a small eggplant, a large eggplant—no holding back what a locked up hormonal eighteen-year-old would do to satisfy his pent up urges—but this was an ominous test like he could never imagine. Nick and Zack walked off the platform. Reynolds, fearing his plight, began yelling for help in the muffled room. “Save your breath, Steve,” Zack said. “This stage is virtually soundproof and, besides, hardly anyone come down here anymore.” Another inch went in deeper while another inch stretched him wider as the oscillation increased. The twins were gathering up their belongings when they heard a cry from the platform and heard the undulation of the fuck machine increase more rapidly than before. Nick checked the laptop. “They’re starting to share it across different social media, it’s spreading to Europe, too. Look, someone created a hashtag. That’s gonna leave a mark.” “Maybe we should stay and monitor so it doesn’t get out of hand.” Zack sounded genuinely concerned. “Nah, besides, Reynolds is a fuckin’ perve. Who else locks his junk up in a cage? He can take it and if he can’t, whose fault is that?” The twins exited and the Blackbox door clanked shut behind them like a tomb. Within minutes the video feed went viral. It was retweeted, additional hashtags were shared, Russian bots flooded the stream, hackers programmed algorithms to deluge the upvote counter just to see what would happen. What started arithmetically—one plus two plus three—became exponential increases—four times five times six—something Nick hadn’t thought of but Reynolds felt the growth expanding inside his colon, a digital virus, an epidemic spreading inside his analog hole. Two dicks, three, four, a fist, double fists, triple. The sensation outstripped his body's real-time experiences. Steve Reynolds’ phone sat mounted on a tripod next to him, only a few feet away, impartial, capturing his ever-increasing torment, dispassionate, observing his growing misery objectively, both judge and jury emotionless. Upvotes flooded the counter ticking up faster and faster. Who knew how high it would go before it stopped? Or if it even would stop. Regardless, his hole opened wider, he was penetrated deeper. His anguish became endless agony, the excruciation bottomless, the suffering relentless; all the while the machine rattled on and on and on and on, as the counter ticked higher, ever higher.

2. Bullfrog and Otter Boy Quartermaine’s familiar tattooed dome strode by the high trailer windows. A moment later there was a wrap on his door, and a low, “Get him out of here,” and then Quartermaine was gone. Jeremy, Jeremiah, Bullfrog—let’s stick with Jeremy for now—Jeremy nudged the old dairy farmer who definitely smelled like his livestock. The cot was narrow so they were right up against each other. The farmer continued to snore. Jeremy shook the old man again. “I’m up. I’m up,” said the farmer. He threw his spindly legs over the cot, bare feet on the grungy linoleum. “Up an atom,” the old man said out of habit, mostly to himself, blinking, putting out his hand on the nightstand searching for his glasses. Jeremy, already sitting next to him in threadbare boxers, handed them to him. “Milk the cows or they’ll be hell to pay,” the farmer said smacking his lips, making sure his dentures were still intact. He seemed to have forgotten where he was. He looked around at the trailer, then at Jeremy. “Thanks for stopping by, Shamus,” Jeremy said, getting up and going over to his small coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. He wasn’t going to offer the old farmer any. He needed to make sure he was gone before the camp had officially gotten into the buzz of opening day mode. It was still early enough that no one would be wiser that Shamus had been there all night. “Ya know,” Shamus said pulling up his coveralls, slipping the suspenders over his narrow shoulders, “you remind me of someone.” “Who,” Jeremy asked taking a sip of coffee, singing his upper lip. “My youngest. Bonnie,” the farmer said, tying up his shit-caked work boots. “Okay,” Jeremy said cringing while he felt his lip, “that is so wrong in so many ways I can’t even count.” The old man put a twenty on the nightstand. “She’s not as old as you but has the same round butt that…” “Shamus, zip it. I don’t need to know.” Jeremy was cinching his belt then buttoning the top of his plaid shirt. He put a strawberry-frosted Pop-tart in the toaster, then opened the door for Shamus. Shamus shuffled out, stopped at the door in front of Jeremy, saw that whatever was between them last night had been ushered out with the dawn. The old man’s stubbled face registered sadness, then resignation, as he patted Jeremy’s cheek and descended the trailer’s steep metal stairs clutching firmly to the handrail. Jeremy watched the back of the old man’s red #MAGA cap bob between the carnival trailers. In the morning haze, he watched the red hat pass through the back end of the half-erected carnival rides, through the empty game booths, and finally out the arch into the supermarket parking lot. Few carnies were up yet. He took another cautiously sip of his coffee. The September air was moist, warning of another hot day before autumn broke summer’s hold. The toaster popped, and the intense aroma of strawberries and roasted sugar clung in the air. Better than the cow dung and Old Spice that came with Shamus, he thought. He brought the Pop-tart out with him on the trailer steps and looked at the rising sun through the pink clouds. He tried not to think bad of any of the men that came to see him. They were usually old, married much too young, usually with a kid on the way, and stuck in a marriage that had lasted decades with no end in sight. As he ate the frosted pastry, he got out his ancient iPhone and clicked on the browser to bring up Craig’s list, how he managed to plan his tricks as the carnival went from small town to small town. He was hoping to reconnect with one of the college boys he’d hooked up with last year. It was by accident that he met him, thinking that the guy in the post was lying about his age, saying he had a swimmer’s body, and all the other things men said that turned out to be untrue. The boy turned out to be the real deal, the most gorgeous specimen he’d ever been with. The kid indeed had a swimmer’s body and much more, in anything he’d undersold himself: sandy blond hair, a peach-fuzz mustache, dark blue eyes—how many times did he beat off remembering that face? But the boy also had a monstrous stutter and large gashes on one of his cheeks. But he was also sweet, muscular, a wing-span that didn’t quit, and a bubble butt he could munch on for days. They hadn’t talked much, mostly from the boy’s self-consciousness over his stutter. The oddest thing was he wore a chastity cage, which he was vague, if not right down evasive about. The most he said was that he was into chastity, but it was hard for Jeremy to believe. The entire time the lad had spent in his sling, he’s poor dick was bursting against the metal trap. Jeremy concentrated on his butt in the myriad ways he knew, which was the focus that Ken, Kenneth—something like that—texted him he was interested in when they first made contact. He’d made love to the boy’s butthole alternatingly sweetly then, at times, aggressively. The boy had liked it both ways. There were only a few stops on the year-long carnival schedule he really looked forward to and this town was at the top. He licked the crumbs off his fingers and downed enough now warm coffee to get him through the busy day. He clicked on Craig’s list regional personals. He thought he should plan now since the day the carnival launched in a new town was the busiest it would get except for the tear-down. The tear-down lasted all night, a twenty-two hour day and then a drive to the next town, usually involving plenty of amphetamines provided by Quaretermaine and management. He scanned down to the personals section and found it was gone. He checked out another random region and it was gone there too. It had to be a mistake, some glitch. He wasn’t dependent on turning tricks, but it did help him supplement his living expenses. Without them he’d wind up with the other carnies who were dependent on the measly salary management offered, living in near-destitution in what was infamously called ‘the bunkhouse,’ a converted eighteen wheeler split down the middle, broken up into small spaces which only fit a twin mattress with ten inches of space to spare on each side and a mirrored medicine chest for toiletries next to the door. His life was a steady stream going downhill. There weren’t a lot of job opportunities for ex-felons, but he’d found this one. He’d hit his high when he was thirty years old, working for a start-up wind farm outfit setting up wind turbines all around New England. He was unafraid of heights, having spent summers teaching his little brothers to high-dives off a nearby quarry. Setting up these humongous wind turbines, with blades that stretch a football field in length, there was something meaningful and monumental he was doing, transforming mountaintops, creating renewable energy, powering tens of thousands of houses wherever his company sent him. He made enough money to send back to assist his youngest crazy brother who grew marijuana and lived in a teepee. The dope froze in Vermont’s long winters, but he was happy kid, so there’s that. But for one god-forsaken road trip to Canada to hook-up with a gay couple outside of Montreal, his life could have continued on an upward trajectory. He got up to pee in his miniscule bathroom. He flushed the toilet, washed his face, shaved, then scrutinized himself mercilessly in the mirror. At forty-seven, he’d once been considered attractive, at least his mother had thought so, long, long ago. Unfortunately, so did his father. Even in the midst of middle age, he’d kept slim and still had some of the physique he acquired in the prison weight room. His greying hair kept most of his mousy brown color. His face was slim, gaunt some would say, and had a sharp chin with a big, wide lips. He’d maintained his undetectable positive status ever since he converted, never knowing if it was from sharing needles or unprotected sex, but what did it matter? He caught the bug, but it was under control. There were bags under his eyes this morning from Shamus waking him up all night wanting him to fuck him every which way every couple of hours. He’d finally gotten a straight four hours, from two to six, when Quartermaine had pounded on the side of his trailer. Throughout the day, as usual, he was all professional, worked well with the other carnies and ride operators, the staff at concessions, and all the performers from the Big Top to the Freak Show. Because he wasn’t afraid of heights the Ferris wheel and Hammer ride operators always wanted his help. He made the final electrical connections on the Hammer’s lighting, and still had time to dress his own joint, the ‘knock three dolls down and get a prize’ booth, before the carnival flicked on its lights at exactly three o’clock to begin opening day operations. He brushed out the knockdown dolls’ deceptively long hair and wedged them between the front piece of wood and the hidden backstop that made them next-to-impossible to knock down for some worthless prize that the marks were so eager to get for their girl. But the rubes kept coming and over the last couple of years he’d learned a good bit of patter to keep his joint one of the top money-makers. The couple in Montreal had the usual stupid screen names common for the site he was on: dirtypig4u and VelvetHole. He had their address on his phone with directions; he also had a shit-load of nasty porn on it, which he didn’t really think about as he crossed the Canadian border. He’d just taken a Viagra at a McDonalds down the road as his Subaru pulled up to the first border agent, a young Asian-Canadian woman. She looked bored and asked where he was staying. He said he hadn’t made a reservation but he thought he’d stay in a Montreal hotel. She looked at him suspiciously and told him to pull over to an area at the border patrol offices. He followed her direction and pulled into one of the docks. Two border guards were waiting for him, asking him to get out of his car. They were both nice, respectful, almost apologetic about the delay. The first officer had tattoos covering his arms up to his neck, and the other one was extremely handsome with a close cropped dark head of hair. They were a pleasant distraction until they asked him for any electronic equipment. “Like my phone?” Jeremy asked, a little apprehensive. The handsome one nodded, and he turned over his phone giving him the access code, and warning him that there was porn on it. They asked him to step inside. They then proceeded to tear the car apart end to end. The tattooed agent brought back several bottles of poppers and asked what the bottles contained. He told him the contents, saying feebly that he hoped he’d get lucky. The tattooed guy looked less friendly after that. They were both gone for about an hour leaving him in a benchless waiting area. When they returned they were stone-faced and asked that he follow them. He felt trapped like a mouse in a maze, a maze that had only one path to walk down knowing this wasn’t going to end well. They took him into a windowless room and asked he take off his shoes. He did and the handsome one motioned for him to slide them over to him. He complied as the tattooed agent read him his right and asked if he understood that they were detaining him for suspicion of trafficking in child pornography. His heart stopped. To back up for a second. He’d had a major run-in with the law before stemming from a hunting accident when he was fourteen. Hunting trips with his father always ended up in their two-man pup tent and was always where sexual abuse took place. It had been going on since he could remember and it was never anything he looked forward to. Quite the opposite. He came up with any excuse he could think of to get out of going, but never to any avail. Even his mother put pressure on him to spend some time with his hard-working father who only asked that his oldest son go out the first day of deer season with him. What changed on this particular hunting trip was after his father had finished with him, as he was drifting off after his fourth beer, he started mumbling about how old Jeremiah was getting, and how Jacob, who’d just turn nine, or maybe even better, Jasper, who was six-and-a-half, might enjoy coming with him next year in his place. Jeremy was able to convince the sheriffs, but not his mother, that his father had accidentally taken a bullet to the head as he hid, unseen by Jeremiah, in the brush. It’s possibly she knew what was happening between her husband and son by a million small details but never said a word. She also never said anything to the sheriffs in her home about her suspicions, nothing at the funeral, not a word at the courthouse. Not one word ever. But she never treated him the same after the incident, only found excuse after excuse to keep his younger brothers away from him. She encouraged Jeremy to graduate early, get his electrical engineering certificate his last year in high school, and leave the house the day he graduated. He was not unwelcome in her house, especially around holidays when his brothers begged him to come home, but neither was he especially warmly welcomed. A kiss on the cheek on entering and leaving, a Tupperware of leftovers, but not an inch more of affection than was necessary. So the father-son pornography he’d harvested on his phone was buried deep in his history and his character. The Canadian shrink who interviewed him prior to trial asked him whom in the photos he identified with. He told her the boys, and he argued that he thought none of them were underage. He wasn’t into kiddy porn, he pleaded. But the ages of the kids in the photos were questionable enough, it didn’t matter whom he identified with. Child pornography is child abuse, argued the Canadian Crown Attorney. She wasn’t interested in the psychiatric deposition his attorney tried to put, unsuccessfully, into evidence. So he did his time, labeled a child sexual predator, the lowest of scum in the prison hierarchy, beaten, raped, infected, unemployable once outside, until he found a job at the dime toss booth, turning penny-ante tricks on the side for extra money, sucking off old men who smelled of Brylcreme and Aqua Velva, because they were coming into town for a ‘date’ and having a nice piece of cheap flesh that reminded them of their daughter. He placed the last knockdown doll on the top shelf, secured it in place. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a migraine coming on. Now that Craig’s list no longer did personal ads, how long before he took up room in the Bunkhouse? How similar were those eight by twelve foot rooms to the cell he did time in? How much lower could his life go? “Jeremiah was a b-b-bullfrog,” sang a voice behind him. “Hello, B-bullfrog.” Kenworth Paxton. He remembered the name even before turning around. As he spun around, he fretted that he’d aged unrecognizably in the last year, was afraid of being looked at by a creature he remembered being so astonishingly perfect, scarred but perfect in every way. The boy was the same, a little taller maybe, a bit broader in his chest if that were possible, same scars on his cheek, and wet, shoulder-length sandy blond hair, longer than the previous year before. But the length suited him, framed his face, his beautiful imperfectly-perfect face. He came over and leaned on the red lip of his booth, his fingertips just brushing the lad’s. His smile was from ear to ear. He felt an immediate rousing desire in his groin for the young man, but an even stronger desire to just lean there for hours, taking him in. A full year of imagining him and now, here he was, made flesh, even more ideal than what was indelible in his mind. “You look…” Jeremy couldn’t find the words. He noticed drips of water coming off his hair onto his collar. “You look wet,” he laughed. “I c-c-came right after try-tryouts. I’m al-al-alternate goal-goalkeeper this year,” he beamed. “That’s fantastic, man. Congratulations!” Jeremy enthused, clasping his hand, an excuse to hold him, to feel how real he was. He rocked his head acknowledging that he really was here, that he showed up. He didn’t quite know what a goalkeeper was—he guessed soccer—but if the kid was happy, and the smile spread across his face said he was, then so was he. Ecstatically happy. “So how you been?” “G-good,” the young man said, looking at Jeremy hungrily. He looked back at him the same. “So can you come by tonight? Meet me later?” Jeremy’s face clouded for a second, coming down to earth. “Nah, you’ll probably be with all your friends tonight. First night of the carnival and all.” “No. Yeah. I can m-m-meet you,” he said. The kid began to shuffle his feet. “Like is t-t-ten okay?” he blinked hard to spit out his proposition. “Yeah, yeah,” said Jeremy happily. He kept nodding his head practically disbelieving who was before him. The kid was just as happy to see him too, starting to pick up Jeremy’s head bobbing until both of them were bobbing in synch together, very happy to see each other. There was a pause between them, not of awkwardness but a hint at a mutual anticipation for what ten o’clock would hold. “Yeah, ten. Perfect. Here or at my trailer? Yeah, let’s meet at my trailer. You remember which one it is? The green one? Small, has flowers painted under the window?” “Couldn’t forget it,” Kenworth Paxton said. “Best night of my life.” “Best night of your life?” Jeremy noted he hadn’t stuttered. “Best night of my life. That is until tonight, I promise you that.” The kid really seemed to be happy seeing him again. Whenever he allowed himself the luxury of thinking about Kenworth Paxton he figured he’d forgotten him, or got interested in someone else, college flings, but he seemed to have the same connection right now that he had the week he’d been here a year ago. Should he have kept up writing to him? Texting him? That would’ve been presumptuous, weird. The kid was a baby, he was a middle age, part-time hustler who worked as a carnie. What could possibly go wrong? “So, yeah, ten. Okay.” Both their heads were still bobbing. “Bullfrog!” yelled a burly, red plaid shirt-wearing, bearded lumberjack, coming up to Jeremy’s joint. “Hey kid,” he said, noticing their bobbing heads. Then to Jeremy he said, “If I can tear you away, we need you pronto on Big Eli.” “Be right there.” The lumberjack spun on his toe, not before giving the kid another once over, and then headed back to the back lot. “I got to go help with the Ferris wheel...so ten then.” Jeremy wanted to whisk Kenworth Paxton straight back to his trailer and throw his legs in his sling and have at him for the next week straight. Instead, he brushed the boy’s knuckles, and hollered over to Ronnette, his neighbor with a dart throwing booth, if she’s keep an eye out on his junk. She said sure and wiggled her arched brows. He always used the gate at the back of his booth to get out, but today he spontaneously hopped over the booth’s lip next to Kenworth Paxton, to smell him, to size him up. He put his hands on the kid’s shoulder and gave him a tight, quick squeeze. He didn’t care who saw. He cocked a thumb at the rides. “Gotta go,” he said transfixed, not moving. Kenworth Paxton smiled once more, and Jeremy ripped himself away from the spot, and headed to the back lot with a grin he wouldn’t shake the rest of the day. As he stood at the top of Big Eli replacing the Ferris wheel’s burned out neon light, seventy feet in the air, both feet solidly anchored between two beams, overlooking the small town below, the college off in the distance, the green forest hills beyond, standing atop his entire world, nothing, no one remotely as high as him at that moment, he wondered if the kid was still committed to that damn little chastity cage? And if so, how was he going to get it off him? *** Marlon Reznor swaggered down the sidewalk leading the pack. House, that is, Trent van der Haus and Steve Reynolds, head bent under his hoodies, still texting, walked side by side, but not talking. Tommy Derkheim was the only one chirping away behind them all, asking his teammates what they want to do first at the carnival. He thought the Hammer ride should be their first stop, and then maybe the freak show. He was really just excited they’d invited him along. “Freak show,” Steve Reynolds mumbled under his hoodie. House nodded his large head in agreement. Raznor cut through one group of geeky boys and then another group of girls coming back from the fair, giggling, eating cotton candy, one girl’s hair exactly matching its pink color. Raznor stroked his chin fuzz, looked back at Tommy and the diamond their quartet made slicing down the sidewalk. “House of mirrors first,” he said taking out a joint, to which House and Reynolds nodded and Tommy shrugged happily. They finished the joint as they walked through the fair’s archway, passing Dr. Moreau’s House of Curiosities, i.e., the freak show, just as a woman in a flesh-colored bathing suit adorned with shiny dangling bangles, and draped with an albino boa constrictor, was leaving the small stage in front of the tent and a scaly lizard-man was climbing onto it. The bald barker, a large man with a blue tattooed scalp that had a dome of stars and constellations from his chin to the back of his neck etched on his face and head, was in the middle of his patter. “Some applause for the beautiful Misty Morning and her serpent Houdini, who can get into and out of the tightest of places. The girl your friends and neighbors are talking about, with an act with which they can only whisper. Man oh man, she’s got all the things a girl should have, and she’s gonna shake ‘em loose like a bucket of juice!” Misty shook her ample butt with all her bangles jangling before disappearing behind the tent flap. “And Larry the Lizard Man, who suffers the persecution of unjust inequity a man or lizard could endure.” Larry, in a large pair of trousers with a cutout accommodating his large reptilian tail, sat on a stool and stared at Tommy. His split tongue slithered out as it darted out over a mouth that stretched from wide across his jaw. His black diamond-shaped pupils unnerved Tommy and Tommy tugged at Raznor’s shirt wanting to go. “Looks like Lizard Man like our Otter Boy,” Raznor taunted his small teammate. ‘Otter’ was the name the team called him, a name that followed him from his family, where anytime he was in water he was in bliss, a small otter who flipped and spun off diving boards effortlessly, gracefully, playfully, sometimes recklessly in the chances he’d take on a dive. Third string on the water polo team last year, but who’d won enough first and second places at last year’s diving competitions, that he was wholly embraced by the team. Otter was the man! “C’mon, Raz. He gives me the creeps,” Tommy said, trying to act casual but his reedy voice betrayed real distress beneath his plea. Steve Reynolds held his phone aloft and snapped a photo of him and Tommy with the lizard man in the background. Reynolds scrutinized himself in the pic, decided it was good enough to post, clicked share, saying, “I googled it and these freak show lizard-men mostly suffer from extreme ichthyosis. Probably has some body mods like that split tongue. I think we should do the show, maybe introduce Otter to him.” “No,” Tommy begged, pulling on House’s shirt, the only one who never teased him. House made a face of disdain at Reynolds, and led the way to the House of Mirrors. He pulled out a second joint, lit it up and passed it around as they took a circuitous route through a bunch of trailers to get to a ticket booth. House collected money from each of them, and at the House of Mirrors, handed over the tickets to the fun house attendant. A very stoned Reznor, Reynolds, House, and Tommy filed in. Reznor immediately ditched them, whipping around some glass to get away from the group. As the remaining trio wound through the maze, Reznor snuck up on Tommy and jumped him, making Tommy scream and fall into House. Reynolds broke off and went his own way, House went another, and soon the four of them were exploring confusing corridors of reflections and glass partitions alone, laughing and jumping on each other when they reconnected. Sometimes they found each other with a touch, but more often they thought one of them was at an arm’s distance away only to find themselves bumping into glass. At the center was a black room of warped mirrors that made the foursome look lean and tall as giants, others that made them look like dwarves with tiny legs. Tommy and the others laughed at their reflections, knocking each other around the black room, pointing in the mirrors, taking overhead picture on their phones, seeing who could make the most warped photo. Raznor got bored and headed out, then House followed, Reynolds took a third path leaving Tommy behind only for a second. An unseen hand swiveled a pane of glass, cutting Tommy off from his friends. He followed this new path into the back of the ride and watched his teammates in the distance, cutoff first by two rows of glass, then three, then he didn’t see them anymore. He met his reflection, then his reflection’s reflection, then himself reflected until he was surrounded by an army of Tommys, saw himself in every direction and saw nothing but himself. “Guys!” he said loudly as he stumbled through the glass and mirrors. “Guys!” he shouted. He heard the other boy’s laughter dying away, replaced by music from the carousel. There was mist at his feet. Gas climbed slowly up the glass. He coughed and started to feel dizzy and a little faint. He ran through the maze quicker, looking for a way out, looking for some shred of the outside world, but all he saw was more glass, more dead ends, more of himself. He stretched out his hand which pressed against his reflection. His knees buckled under him and he fell. His head pressed against the glass. His cheek ran down a sheet of glass, squeaked the pitch of straining flesh against a slick surface. The oils of his face left a trail of grease as he slid lower, legs tucking lazily under him, head going forward until it hit the House of Mirrors’ floor. Then he fell into a woozy blackness. Barely conscious, he heard the faint music of the carousel, felt hands picked him up, carried him off. A false back wall creaked open, and he disappeared from sight. Hands undressed him as he hung like a limp dolls, placing him in a suit that was much too tight. Someone or something touched his exposed butthole. His butt filled with something cold and wet. Whatever it was soon enveloped him in a warm blanket, made him feel dreamy floating in a dark semi-consciousness, made him acutely aware of his body and of the hard metal cage that locked away his maleness. Tommy came out of a haze feeling exposed, exceedingly relaxed and even more horney. Part of his brain said he should panic, but overall he felt himself drifting somewhere between wakefulness and dozing in twilight. He rested on a padded red leather tabletop, his ass riding slightly higher than his shoulders as he laid crumped on his left arm. Around the red table was a gold rail. To the rail, his wrists and ankles were secured. His skin felt strange, alien, oddly furry. It felt like most of his body was in a tight fitting diving suit. Looking at his arms and back at his legs he saw this suit had a light fur glued to the suit’s skin. His chest, abdomen, and genitals were all him, however, and they rubbed sensually against the red leather. His dick and balls though still were captured inside their metal cage. He looked around. The room was octagonal, all eight sides mirrored. Between each mirrored pane stood a panel of fluorescent lights. Presently, the white tubes flickered on making the small enclosure extremely bright to the point of being almost blinding. Seven of the eight mirrored panes had slot removed at head height, and within the gaps, seven sets of eyes watched him studiously, anonymously. The eighth mirror directly in front of him swerved open and the barker from the freak show, the one with the blue tattooed head of stars, came in and, with a black gloved hand, closed the mirror behind him. The barker addressed the anonymous onlookers behind the mirrors. “Behold, our newest creature, captured for your investigation into nature’s oddities, gentleman. A boy of quality, to be sure. Note his blond fur, the extra vertebrae at his tailbone sporting his diminutive tail. Don’t let his blond coat of young fur mislead you, for he is a special marvel, a naturally born hairy Otter Boy, a small but wild animal which is why we must constrain him to this table. He is the Otter Boy for which you’ve paid to scrutinize. And study every part of him you shall.” It was then that Tommy saw the purpose of the suit he was in. He saw himself in the mirrors in a fur suit that made him look like the water creature, his nickname cruelly turned on himself, the Otter Boy the barker assured the audience he actually was. He tugged at his bindings and found he was not completely immobile but tightly constricted in how much he could move. He tried to speak but found his mouth had a small mask over it, which, when he looked in one of the mirrors, saw they had given him an otter-like muzzle. He blinked at his reflection and recognized the absurdity, the phoniness of the ruse, and how little it seemed to matter. He would have panicked but for the underlying calm his body felt and the stroking the barker was applying to his butt and caged genitals. “Note, too, gentlemen,” continued the barker, “how his sex has been cruelly bound. This must be, because in captivity, kept in his cage, being a young male, all he would do when first captured was to play naughtily with himself day and night. But tonight, for his pleasure and yours, we will unbind the young animal and let him play as I know he will for whomever comes forward with a slight extra token of coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity.” A lubed forefinger, cracked and callused, entered his hole causing Tommy to wince. It withdrew and he felt the barker fiddling with the chastity cage’s lock. With a click his cock and balls hung loose. Immediately they were lubed, and were drawn down, massaged, blood squeezed into them making them flush, then beginning, through constant stimulation, to harden. What should have been acute humiliation, so publically on display, was instead erotic, in fact, intoxicating. Tommy couldn’t explain it even to himself. He was a virgin, no male or female had been drawn to him, or he to another. He was cute, undeniably, but shy, reluctant to show any attachment when it came to anyone outside his family. Now after one year spent with his teammates, he was finally opening up to them, though not about his sexuality. This act, this pulling on his hardening phallus, was the first time he’d ever had anyone put a finger or fist on his genitals. He wanted the callused finger inside him again. He didn’t have to wait long. “You will see, gentlemen, our initially reluctant creature is eager to participate. The Otter Boy is a playful pup. Note how quickly he is engorged.” Indeed, Tommy was hard as steel with only a few seconds of stimulation, could easily shoot his wad were the barker not easing up masturbating him. “You will witness for the first time the Otter Boy submitting to penetration.” The barker held up a bulbous glass nob that sparkled in the lights. He poured a thick gelatinous liquid over the rod and some over Tommy’s upturned hole. The viscous liquid was cold and made his hole tweeze shut, only to be stroked by the bulbous rod rubbing up and down his crack. He couldn’t help himself and pushed his butt to receive the rod, and the barker obliged, allowing only a small portion of the instrument to glide smoothly in his hole. It gave him satisfaction beyond his imagination. The glass bulb spread him open to the possibility of something foreign taking over his body, forcing him to open up whether he was willing or not. The barker steadied Tommy’s torso, placing his warm callused palm on the small of his back, and pushed the grass rod in a few more inches. There was something at work in his body that was pushing him to be lewd, to want the whole of the object to be inside him. The barker pulled the object out, showed it to the audience of eyes, demonstrating the length that would soon travel inside the boy. It was not going to be a short journey either. Tommy felt the instrument smoothly spreading open his hole, stretching his tender ass lips, lips that had never had anything touch them in this manner. There was something, however, this time different in the slickness, like a fine sand had been added to the lubricant, something rough and burning just a bit. He looked back and saw the barker surreptitiously sprinkle a white powder on the glass rod. The deeper it went the more it burned. He squeezed his hole to try to block any further penetration but he was in no position to resist, and the bulb stretched his hole open to its widest spot, the skin of his rectum spread so wide the powder came in contact with his whole rectum and made his entire insides light on fire, and like that, snap!, the bulb was in. He had an entire new feeling about the invader. He loved it! He squeezed it to make it go in deeper. He flexed his butt muscles to provoke it to penetrate him as much as possible. The barker took note, raising a hand above the boy’s gyrating bottom, illustrating the transformation from human to unthinking animal. The circle of eyes started bouncing within the slots, eyes squinted, pupils became pinpricks of pleasure within their private booths. The barker returned to stroking the boy’s erection causing Tommy to further pleasure himself, writhing, rutting his pelvis, grinding it into the barker’s fist. “And now,” the barker announced with both of his hands in the air, the white lights turning to green and blue, “the moment you’ve been waiting for, the reason you’ve paid your admission to witness the taboo scene of carnal pleasure, what you were promised and will not see anywhere else, see here with your own two eyes. I give you the forbidden lust between the Lizard Man and the Otter Boy!” In the aquatic light the mirror in front of Tommy swiveled open and the Lizard Man entered with a long scaly erection, split down the middle into two penises. The barker withdrew the glass rod and stepped back into the shadows, while the Lizard Man, his tail dragging along behind him, circled Tommy. Tommy’s eyes were wide and frightened. He knew this was just a man, but the disguise and the drug that was emanating inside his hole, was playing with his mind. He thought the man had contacts to make his pupils into vertical slits but they looked real enough, especially as they expanded and contracted as he came closer to him. The man’s tongue definitely was split as was his dick, and he made the most out of his tongue slithering it in and out of his extremely wide mouth. The man’s thin lips were chapped which only made him appear to have scales entirely over his face right down to the insides of mouth. That serpent tongue entered his ear and made a gushing sound that drowned out his own panicking cries. “Relax,” whispered Larry, the Lizard Man, “It’s just a show for the rubes.” The Lizard Man walked around Tommy’s face, jiggling his spit cocks, going to his other ear, whispering, “It’s a suit just like yours. Act like you’re scared.” Tommy didn’t need to act, he was out-of-his-mind frightened and abhorred at the repulsive creature. The Lizard Man disappeared, but soon he felt a tongue flutter at his butthole. Then the tongue entered him and as revolted as he was knowing the man was eating his hole, his body reacted to the pleasure that he felt. Without wanting to, he nonetheless pushed out his spongy lips so the lizard tongue could go in deep. And deep it did, fluttering and weaving, a rapid in-out, over and over, following the maze that was his colon. How deep could that tongue go? He turned his head but only saw the hideous reptilian snout of the man pressed up to his butt, but he could feel him traveling obscenely fast and unbelievably deep into his yawning cavern. Nothing had prepared him for this kind of invasion that was at once a violation of his body but also as gratifying as itching a scratched non-stop. He shuddered on his hands and knees, wanting the Lizard Man to end this exquisite torture, but feared if it ended, what would happen next. And it did stop, and this happened next: Tommy felt two small hard penises pushing at his hole. The barker spoke softly, while the Lizard Man worked his dicks into Tommy. “As any biologist will tell you, male mammals have only one phallus, which they theorize is due to the fact that embryonically it comes as an extension of the tail or in humans from the tailbone.” With a pop, the Lizard Man’s cocks slithered into his hole, the man’s claws on either side of his butt cheeks pulling Tommy back further onto them. “These same biologists will tell you reptiles, lizards and snakes alike are born with two penises that emanate not from a tail but vestiges of legs. Imagine, gentlemen, double your pleasure, double your fun. Observe the pleasure in the Otter Boy’s face.” Tommy couldn’t believe how much the two dicks were hurting him. One would have been intense enough, but both, were it not for the mask-muzzle over his mouth, he would be screaming for the Lizard Man to stop. The man kept pulling him back deeper on them and he tried to get away, but this tug-of-war only caused the man’s erections to swell harder, putting more pressure on stretching Tommy’s hole wider. And then there was the underlying, but growing, sense of pleasure Tommy was deriving from the penetration. Mix that with the white powder the barker had slid into him, mix that with the humiliation of being ravaged in front of an anonymous public—it made Tommy shake his head in a crazed way that made the onlookers think he was madly enjoying being fucked by this scaly monster. The creature picked up its pace and Tommy instinctively impaled himself harder as he lost himself to the lust of the moment. He flung his ass back wildly trying to take even more of the Lizard Man’s dicks. The split dicks, the hard they got, the more they separated away from each other, the wider Tommy’s hole got spread. He heard a loud hissing behind him and a tongue that was whipping against his neck, then his hole got sprayed with jism that ran down his balls, dripped over his legs, and spontaneously, without touching himself, he came on the table, white spew pooling on the red leather. Larry pulled out, patted Tommy on the head and before exiting the chamber hissed in his ear, “Good show, mate.” “Now, gentlemen, who among you will come forward with an extra coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity—who will be next?” One by one, out stepped a local store owner, the town librarian, a bespectacled college professor, a slick-hair barber, a old pharmacist, a greasy auto mechanic, and finally Coach Brandon, all taking turns coming out of their booth and pleasuring themselves inside the Otter Boy, while the Otter Boy pulled on his liberated dick and satisfied himself, time after time, man after man, with his furry paws.