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As Brock was herded back up the stairs by the cashier, he noticed the cold of the wet patch covering most of his left thigh from where his own copious precum had saturated his jeans. At the top of the stairs, Brock expected to be taken back to the register, or maybe worst case he'd be kicked out, so he was surprised when he was escorted to a room in the back. It appeared to be an office of some kind. The beat up desk took up most of the room. A heavy black curtain covered the wall behind the desk. On the wall opposite the curtain was the only thing that looked like it was bought this decade: a massive flat screen TV that looked brand new. "Have a seat." The cashier commanded. Brock immediately dropped into one of the mismatched chairs. "Look, I'll leave. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to go down there. It's my first time...," he blabbered. He was nervous. Who could blame him. From somewhere nearby, Brock heard a creak like a door hinge and the shuffling of feet. "Fuck! Stay here." The man barked and quickly exited the room. As soon as he was out of the door, Brock shot up out of his chair and started pacing around the room. He assessed his situation quickly and decided to make a break for it and get out of there. As he passed the desk, he saw the remote to the TV and another DVD case. The paper insert read "090305 'Zeke' 22," this time in blue sharpie. Brock stopped in his tracks as though he'd run into a brick wall of curiosity. Mixed with libido. He was still mostly hard despite the terror of the ordeal. And Zeke and Dale were fucking hot. Any chance to see more of them, he would take. He listened very intently to see if the cashier was coming back. He heard only silence. Before he thought more about it, he snatched up the remote, turned the TV on and hit play. The timestamp in the corner was 09/03/2005. Yesterday. Brock understood the first numbers on the handwritten cases. The room on screen was the same as the film dowstairs but the futon was nowhere to be seen. Brock recognized both people on screen. On what looked like a medical exam table was Zeke, once again in his boxers. He still looked like a surfer twink just as before. But he looked a bit worse for the wear. His eyes were a bit sunken and he looked like he had lost a bit of muscle tone. The second was not Dale. It was the man who had just left the room. The store's cashier was finishing setting up equipment next to the table. He pulled on latex gloves Brock recognized Dale's voice when he spoke from behind the camera, "Welcome back, Zeke. How was the rest of your summer." "It was fine," Zeke responded neutrally, "went home for a bit. Moved into an apartment for my senior year since I just have my big professional development class. Don't need the distraction of the dorms." "And how are you feeling," Dale asked, emphasizing the last word. "I'm poz, if that's what you're asking," Zeke responded coolly. "Was a three day ordeal from hell, but I knew to expect it at least. Told my parents it must have been an out of season flu." "Are you ready for the next phase of initiation?" "...yeah," Zeke sounded weary, but also excited. Like he had been a roulette wheel of feelings about this moment for two months and had landed on acceptance "Excellent. Two questions before we begin First have you, to your knowledge, received the HIV virus from anyone other than me prior to or since your initiation? Zeke shook his head. "I need a verbal answer," Dale chided. "No." Zeke responded definitively. "Second, did you start antiretroviral therapy?" "Of course I did. I'm undetectable." Zeke replied. "Green." Dale said, though this was directed at the cashier, who turned back to the equiment. "You are about to be branded as a member of the Scorpion Society. It is an international brotherhood of poz men. You will find a nest of us in every major city in the world and many rural communities. Like this one." It sounded like Dale had given this speech many times. "Each nest is headed by a Jarl, that's me, who holds the original strain of that nest. Each Jarl may have up to two Thanes of his choosing. The Thanes are hand selected and convertedd personally by the Jarl to ensure their strain is as pure as possible. Jarls and Thanes are identified by their orange scorpion tattoos." Brock realized he was rubbing his dick through his jeans again. HIV had been a footnote in his "abstinence only" sex education curriculum. He had never even considered it as something he might encounter in his life. He had definitely never considered there were people who were so open and clinical about it. Who spread it intentionally. The thought of it was triggering some side of him he had absolutely no control over. "Thanes are not allowed to be on ART. If a Thane starts ART, he loses status and joins the citizenry and a new one will take his place. Citizens bear green scorpion tattoos." The cashier showed Zeke his forearm, which had a scorpion tattoo identical to Dale's, but in a dark green. "Tell Walt where you want your tattoo and he will get started." Zeke gestured to the right side of his torso. Walt set to work. Dale continued: "Citizens can partake in all membership benefits and have open access to all member facilities. Your only obligation as a citizen is to the Jarls and Thanes. You are to submit your hole to them at their command. Immediately and without question. In the event you go off ART and infect someone, they are not considered citizens of this society and they will be excluded from citizenship due to their tainted strain. Benefits of citizenship transfer to other nests, should you travel or move Do you understand these guidelines?" "I understand." Zeke said with finality. Brock was transfixed by what he was seeing and hearing. At some point, he had unbuttoned his jeans and taken them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his uncut dick, idly stroking his length as his precum ran down the length of his shaft to his hand. He slicked his dick up and still more dribbled onto his underwear and the floor. He had always been an extremely heavy precummer. He heard a rustle behind him and an ice cold chill raced down his spine. He fumbled to turn the TV off and quickly turned to see someone stepping out from behind the heavy black curtain.

Chapter 25: Seed Planted Sadly a month had passed, and Marc hadn't converted. My step dad and I had plans to change that at the campground though. Dad and I got up early to pack the car and head to the campground where he had booked an early arrival. We packed a number of toys, and an extra toothbrush just in case. The first night would be just the three of us, but Saturday would be a Pig Fest. Marc would only get seeded by my step dad and I, but my friend and his dad, and even my real dad would be there fucking each other too. Marc also got up and headed to the campground early. He arrived and found our cabin. Dad and I were laying on the bed discussing our plans. We wanted to fuck badly, but felt it was more important to save our toxic seed for Marc. Marc stripped to his jock strap. The pouch was straining from his rock hard cock, and a wet spot had already appeared. My step dad said he knew he wanted our virus, and that we would be the only ones breeding him that weekend. Marc got super excited when we told him Saturday would be a pig fest, however the only loads up his ass would be from us. The only cum he was allowed was by sucking cock and feltching loads from the other pigs there. I told Marc he would be tempted to get seeded by others, but he knew he was committed to being infected by us. Marc said let's get started. I told him to take his jock off, and retrieve his brushes and get into the sling. Marc was super excited as he had never bern fucked in a sling before. He set his toothbrush and bottle brush on the table next to the several bottles of poppers already on the table. He got into the sling, and I handed him the toothbrush and told him he knew what to do. He quickly inserted the toothbrush in his hole and started brushing himself. My step dad and I encouraged him to tear up his hole for our toxic seed. After a few minutes Marc pulled the brush from his hole, and there was a slight tinge of blood on it. I told Marc his commitment needed to be stronger. He inserted the brush again, and my step dad told him to twist it while brushing to make sure his entire insides were torn and more accepting for our seed. The twisting did the job, as when Marc pulled the brush out the second time is was bloodied quite well. My step dad told me to take over, and Marc got the brushing of his life. When I pulled the brush from his ass, not only was it a deep red, a bit of blood seeped out of his ass. He was definitely ready for our seed. My step dad told me I got the first honors. I told Marc to hit the poppers as he was going to get fucked beyond his wildest dreams. He took a good hit, and I slammed my cock in him balls to the wall. He yelped some as I went past his second hole. My step dad reminded me not to shoot deep inside him as he knew he wasn't torn up past his second hole. Both my dad and I were very verbal with Marc having him tell us how much he wanted our toxic seed, and how our virus would soon be living and growing in him. As I was breeding him, my step dad was jacking Marc's cock. It wasn't long before Marc shot a huge load on his chest. My step dad then scooped his creamy load up with his fingers and feeding it to Marc telling him to enjoy his last negative load. My step dad then licked the remaining cum from his stomach, and kissed me sharing his negative seed. I smiled and said it would taste better once poz. I felt my nut sack pulling up, and knew I would come soon. I started thrusting faster and less deep, telling Marc to tell me how much he wanted my poz seed. He begged me for it intensly, and he got what he begged for. When I pulled out, my bloodied cum dripped from his ass, which we quickly plugged. I told Marc to get out of the sling and clean my bloodied cock. To his suprise, I also started to piss in his mouth. He was a good pig, swallowing all of my piss, not spilling a drop. We then laid together on the bed before my step dad took over.

I'm a 30 yr old guy who is good looking and has a great career. I've recenly started reguarly visiting the BB clubs in Barcelona where I live and I can't get enough of it. Every week about 10-20 men fuck my hole and I easily end up with a dozen loads in my ass. A couple Saturdays ago I got about 12 loads in OpenMind and then when I left I went to a private party where I got 6 more... When I finally got home I realized I had so much cum in my ass that it had been dripping all the way to my feet. Now all I can think about is getting that load number up as I'm only sexually satisifed when my hole is flooded in random men's cum. Is it possible to do this without risking your health? I'm on prep and do doxypep too but wondering if that is enough so I can embrace my internal slut and offer my hole to as many men as possible. Any advice is appreciated!

The time I got my 'anal cherry' popped it was bareback and magnificent. Have been fucked by three guys using condoms but last time was about 6 years ago. Did not like the feeling all three times and after the last time I decided NO MORE and banned condoms being used in me. I never turn down any kind, size nor status of a cock as long as it is bareback only. If a guy insists on using a condom I just tell them no thanks and goodbye. Fuck me BAREBACK only, no condoms allowed (will make an exception for a cruel condom as I'm curious how one feels) and cum is to be deposited in me, no pull outs. For the last several months, I've also posted on every site I use that I'm HIV neg but am now officially on the chaser list looking to get pozzed. I'm ready willing and almost desperate to be pozzed.

Viewing from an outside perspective, I think emptying used condoms in my ass is hella fucked up. It doesn’t require fucking. It’s pretty high risk for catching something. You don’t always know where it came from or what’s in it. With enough used rubbers I could go for a long time sexually satisfied without actually having sex.

I just found out that a fuck bud whom I used to swap loads with in Dallas during the early years of AIDS has died. I don't know what the cause was, but it reminded me of a story I wrote about another fuck bud who died of AIDS-related pneumonia some years ago. I'm reposting here, with apologies to anyone who has already read it or a plagiarized version on other bb sites. "Obituaries" DAMN! My dick gets rock hard whenever I see a fuck bud’s face staring back at me in the obituary pages! Although I know for a fact that hundreds of pigs I’ve fucked or who fucked me over the past two decades are long gone, some have been prominent enough to merit an obit in the local paper. I always pay my respects by shooting off at least a couple of loads as I recall how hot they were. The most recent was last week. The obit said “Joe” died of pneumonia at age 51, but everyone who knew him knew that he had AIDS. He’d been full-blown for at least five years, although he managed to hang on because he had been a bodybuilder and always took great care of himself. He was a successful salesman at the company where I worked, and he retired during a period when the bug hit him really hard and he couldn’t work. Although we knew each other at work, we didn’t fuck until a couple of years ago. I’d never been interested in Joe before because breeding overly muscled guys is sometimes like trying to fuck a brick wall. But knowing Joe had AIDS flowing through his veins and muscles made him irresistible to me, and I jumped when we connected in a chat room one night and he invited me over. I was shocked to see how sunken his eyes and cheeks had become, but that only made me want to breed him more. His body still looked good (great, actually; more normal and less freakish like most bodybuilders), and I couldn’t wait to inject my death strains into his guts and boost the disease eating away at him. Like most bodybuilders I’ve fucked, he was such a hungry bottom. I’m also in great shape from regular workouts, and I easily pinned him like a slab of beef to the bed. I fucked him first on his back like a whore, ripping his muscle cunt with my fat cock and calling him my bitch while I planted my toxic loads in his decaying guts. I shoved my tongue down his throat in a deep passionate kiss, simulating the loss of breath he would feel as death finally came to take him. After a while I flipped him on to his hands and knees and fucked him like a dog, pumping my death stick past the raw, swollen lips of his rosebud and breeding him with demon seed. The bedroom was warm on a typical summer night, and the air was filled with the stench of our ripe pits as our sweat drenched his expensive satin sheets. By the time we were done, I dumped six loads of toxic juice deep inside his guts. Joe got off on being manhandled, and I got off on adding my toxic DNA to his system and feeding the AIDS that eventually would take him to the afterlife. Some of my seed began dribbling out of his ripped cunt, which I bathed and soothed with my tongue while slurping the virus infected juice to feed down his throat. His shrunken balls shot a couple of loads of his own AIDS bugs all over the bed, which I also quickly scooped up with my tongue and swallowed, savoring his diseased DNA as I added it to my own. I straddled his chest and fed my cock into his mouth, and he slobbered and licked the mixture of my hot sperm and his bloody ass juices liked the condemned man he was. To the surprise of both of us, I finally let go with a load of hot piss down his throat. At first he tried to pull away but he was hopelessly pinned like a drowning animal, and he chugged down the toxic stream until he began gagging as it leaked from his sloppy mouth. I offered my own version of last rites and baptized Joe in my evil piss from head to toe, knowing I probably would not see him again until we have both descended into the abyss of scorching lust and eternal depravity that awaits unrepentant poz pigs like us. Finally, I hugged him tightly, kissed my AIDS lover deeply and wrapped us both in the sex-soaked sheets like a shroud as we drifted off to sleep. I never saw Joe again but chatted with him online a couple of months later. He told me he’d taken another turn for the worse a little over a week after we fucked but he was feeling much better. He had more ups and downs after that, finally surrendering to the inevitability of AIDS last week. My only regret is that I wasn’t there to pump a final load into his guts as he took his last breath. I can only hope an AIDS bro will do the same for me when it’s my turn to go.

You are not the only one that likes used condoms. also like to put them on my cock (the only kind of condom that goes in there).

Got a hard and heavy pounding from a verbal top. When we were texting he always calls me a cumslut. I've got a breeding from him a couple of years ago back then he managed to cum 15 times. This man got immense stamina or used some stimuli I don't care. Today he first fucked an 4 day load in My ass and continued to put 17 more loads in.

U all get a a VPN

I have developed the fetish for rape scene like sex. I love older males 40+ with big dicks who fuck me good. I get hard thinking about having sex with an older male and I really like sexy older males. Fantasy is : I wished I would have had a step daddy that would have fucked me since I was 13 years old who always bred me and we had a happy relationship having sex and outside of bed from 13 -25 years old. After that I would be in college where I would be used as a cum dump from the frat guys. It seems basic but I feel bad for having this fantasy but I really enjoy that fantasy. I jerk off and wished I was raped by a sexy muscular step daddy when I was 13, maybe shared with my daddies friends and my step brother using me too. I love the cum dump fantasy, but only having sex with white males ages 18-60 years old, I love the range of bodies but I do have a preference on white guys. I love how they fuck me and when they cum inside me. It sounds racist but it’s my fantasy.

My ONLY regret with transitioning is that I didn't do this sooner. Childhood transition wouldn't have been an option for me, because of how I was raised. However, I wish more than anything that it was. As for puberty blockers, they were used to help treat gender dysphoria in children, without issue, since 1993. As was stated before, blockers are administered at the onset of puberty (since there is no reason to do so before that) typically around 10-12 years old. Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) typically begins at age 16, though sometimes as young as 14, and only with the recommendation of two shrinks AND the permission of said child's parents.

Brock stepped off the last concrete step into a short, narrow hallway. In the room beyond, he could see there were mismatched sofas ranging from floral paisley that looked like it had been lifted directly out of his grandmother's family room to a broken down leather La-Z-Boy that appeared to have lived a short, hard life in a frat house. Brock crept to the door and surveyed the very dim room in front of him. There were 10 sofas in total facing one of the unfinished concrete walls like theater seating. That appeared to be the goal, as there was a porno flick playing on the unfinished wall from a beat up projector. That was the only source of light in the room. Four men were scattered amongst the sofas. A mid 40s, average build business man in a Grey suit sat on the paisley sofa nearest the door with a very obvious erection under his suit pants, idly rubbing himself through the fabric. A muscular guy in designer label clothes sat in the far back corner, an obscene bulge quite evident in his joggers but he didn't seem to be giving much attention to it or the flick. A slight, nebbish man who wore a plaid button up and khakis sat transfixed on the film, the film reflecting off his glasses contrasting with how still he sat. The last guy was dressed much like Brock. He was seated in the front row, so Brock couldn't tell much about him other than he wore a ball cap, a plain shirt, and jeans. Of the four on the sofas, he was the only one who appeared to notice Brock, turning his head slightly toward the door. The porno on the wall appeared to be something very low budget. In fact, it looked like a home movie that had been recorded on a Handycam or something. The timestamp in the corner read 07/03/2005, which was two months ago, and the title was "Zeke." A younger guy - probably in his early 20s - with long blond hair was sitting in his boxers on a cheap metal futon being interviewed by someone out of frame. "So what brought you here tonight, Zeke?" The guy out of frame asked. Brock turned his attention away as Zeke was starting to answer. Behind the sofas, the projector sat on top of a half wall. A fifth guy stood behind the wall. His pants and briefs were around his ankles and he was stroking himself hard. He was a stocky guy and from the look of his stiffer-by-the-second dick, he had a short, beer can thick dick. Brock was a bit taken aback that someone was just openly jerking off, but he was immediately reminded how horny he was as his teenage dick strained against the tight denim of his jeans. The man saw Brock, then he used some spit to slick his cock up a little and continued wanking while staring openly at Brock for a few seconds before turning back to the film. Set into the walls on the left half of the room were four small alcoves. Small amounts of light from the central room barely made it into them and they were pitch black otherwise. Still more curious than anything, Brock started toward the nearest. Inside, there was another guy jerking off. He had tied twine around his dick and scrotum in some kind of home made Oxballs style cockring. His average sized dick was engorged and purple under the constraint of his knot work. He idly played with his dick, leaking some precum which he was enthusiastically licking from his fingers. He nodded to Brock, which may have been an invitation. Brock was oblivious, though, as he continued to the next alcove. Inside, he found a very roughly constructed plywood "table" at about the right height for fucking. An orange light bulb cast an eerie glow on the table. No one was in that alcove currently. The last two alcoves were two entrances into the same small, dark room. Inside were two construction workers. They still wore their vests. Each of them had his pants undone and around his thighs. Both appeared to have above average dicks. Kneeling in front of them was a man who had to be in his 60s. He wore nothing but a jockstrap. He was alternating sucking each of the dicks in front of him. "I'm gonna cum," one of the construction guys announced casually. The older man took his dick all the way down his throat and swallowed every drop of the man's seven inch uncut dick before turning his attention to the other dick. The guy who'd cum stuffed his dick back in his pants, buttoned up, and walked out of the alcove past Brock. Brock turned back to the film. Zeke had been joined on camera by a second man, Dale. The new guy was middle age. Dark hair and eyes. A bit taller than Zeke, but Zeke didn't look particularly tall. Dale looked like the "best friend's hot dad" in every teen sex comedy movie. Neatly trimmed beard, just a little bit of gray starting to come through, obviously knew his way around the gym. USDA Grade A Certified DILF. Zeke was now standing naked with his hands clasped in front of his groin. He looked a bit more uncomfortable now. Dale was walking around him groping him and pointing out tattoos and other details about him. Everywhere he would touch, the cameraman would get a closeup. "Alright, now we need some closeups of your dick and your ass, and then we can start the next part of the interview," Dale said as casually as if he were asking him to make some copies or fetch a coffee. Zeke seemed reluctant, but he eventually unclasped his hands. He had a decent size dick, even totally soft. "Oh yeah, this is going to work great, Zeke," Dale said enthusiastically. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick. Commando. Brock had watched a lot of porn. I mean, A LOT of porn. But he had rarely seen anything this...rough. There was no editing to speak of, just one continuous shot from the single camcorder. Everything about it felt so amateur and real. Brock's dick pulsed it's approval. Dale had one of the largest dicks Brock had ever seen. "Might be as big as mine," he thought. The only word he could think of to describe it was "photogenic." Thick with a couple prominent veins. Large head, but proportionate with the rest of the shaft. "Show me what you can do," Dale said, gesturing to his cock. Zeke got down on his knees and took the head of the man's dick in his mouth. Brock found his way over to an empty couch in the back and his left hand went straight for the steel pipe in his own jeans. He realized he hadn't touched his own dick since he'd gotten here. Even through his jeans he felt like he could explode instantly. In the flick, Dale was groaning as Zeke worked his head and the first bit of the shaft. He placed his hand on the back of Zeke's head and was less than gently coaxing Zeke further down his shaft. Zeke seemed to be much more comfortable with Dale's meaty head against his tonsils than the had been minutes ago. Zeke was also quite talented from the look of it. Before long, Dale's entire dick was sliding effortlessly in and out of his throat, skullfucking Zeke. A mixture of fluids dripped off Zeke's face as he accepted the massive length and girth of Dale's dick into his throat. A hunger burned behind his eyes. "Please fuck me, sir," Zeke coughed out during a quick break when Dale had pulled completely out to show the camera his dick layed across Zeke's face. "You sure you're ready, kid?" Dale chided. Zeke responded by scooping up a handful of the fluids still on his face and smearing between his cheeks. Then he laid back on the futon and presented his hole to Dale. Dale took off his shirt. Between his navel and his pelvis, on his muscular lower abdominals, he had a single tattoo: an orange scorpion. It wasn't a complicated tattoo, but it was exquisitely done. On screen, Zeke asked if the tattoo meant what he thought it meant. Dale didn't answer, he just shucked his pants and began smearing precum on Zeke's waiting hole directly from the head of his massive dick. "Does that mean what I think it means!?!" Zeke said more urgently this time. He looked genuinely terrified. He began to squirm, but Dale had him in a bad position and 40 extra pounds of leverage. Brock found himself confused, but undeniably aroused by the scene on the screen. Why had Zeke been so terrified of a tattoo? What did the tattoo mean? "This is gonna hurt," Dale said as he plunged his massive member into Zeke's hole. He had slicked Zeke's hole and his own cock with a generous amount of precum, but even that was not enough to prepare Zeke. Zeke screamed. He writhed. The pain was evident in every fiber of Zeke's body. Dale was clearly enjoying it, but he held back for the benefit kd the camera. The cameraman got a close up of Dale's cock impaling Zeke's hole. You could see Zeke's hole spasm, trying desperately to eject the sudden intrusion. Dale didn't move much until Zeke had calmed down a bit. As Zeke's hole adjusted, Dale began short, slow strokes in his hole. "Yes, the scorpion tattoo means what you think it means," he said matter of factly. "You told me you were serious about becoming a member," he added. "The club...," Zeke sputtered. "I wanted to join the fuck club, not get POZZED!" "They are one and the same," Dale replied. "Trust me, the benefits are worth it." The pleasure of the fuck was beginning to set in for Zeke. His cries and sharp breathing were quickly turning into moans and panting for more. Dale pulled his dick out of Zeke. The coating of juices on his dick had streaks of red through it. He flipped Zeke over face down on the futon. He plunged his cock back into Zeke's battered hole with the full weight of his muscular body behind it. Zeke was rocking his hips on every thrust to let more of Dale penetrate him. Dale shoved Zeke's head into the mattress of the futon as he slammed his dick into Zeke's puffy hole. The cameraman got a closeup of Zeke's angry red pucker as Dale hammered his length into him. The camera panned back out to a wider shot and Dale wrapped his muscular arm around Zeke's neck. "I'm going to poz you up, kid. And then sex will never be complicated again. You want fucked. You take cum. Someone wants to fuck you. You take cum." Dale said, mere centimeters from Zeke's ear. Dale slowed down his strokes. "Do you want it, Zeke? Do you want to fuck freely? Do you want more sex than you can possibly imagine?" "I want it," Zeke mumbled. "Say it like you mean it, kid." Dale had pulled Zeke up against his chest by his hair, his dick still dripping red tinged fluids. It was poised just outside the wreckage that used to be a sphincter, looking very much like a stinger ready to inject a lethal dose of venom. "I WANT IT! I WANT YOU TO POZ ME" Zeke shouted. Dale threw him back down on the bed, inserted his dick firmly into Zeke's hole, and, as if on cue, began emptying his toxic payload into Zeke's guts. The camera captured every flex and spasm of Dale's dick. In agonizing detail. Every spurt of cum was clear as Dale's venom painted the inside of Zeke's guts. "Welcome to the nest, initiate." Dale said as he pulled out and disappeared out of frame. Zeke stayed face down on the futon as the camera got some closeups of his ruined hole. The cameraman's arm appeared from out of frame and threw a business card onto Zeke's back. It was black with a scorpion embossed in an amber orange color on the side facing the camera. "Instructions." The cameraman said and then the camera was put down on a tripod or something, still recording Zeke. Zeke sat back down on the futon. For the second time, Brock noticed Zeke's cock, but now it was rock hard. It was fairly long. Probably around 7 inches. And average thickness. Zeke slicked his hand with some of the juices seeping out of his hole and jerked himself off without ceremony. Zeke was dressing himself on screen when suddenly Brock felt a hand grab his shoulder. He yelped and sprang up from the couch. He whipped around to see the cashier from upstairs with a stern look on his face. "This area is for members only," he droned, grabbing Brock's shoulder again and pushing him toward the door to the stairs. "I...uh...I was looking for. Uh. Bathroom? I thought the bathroom was down here." As the older man escorted him to the stairs, he stopped to take the disc out of the player hooked up to the projector and put a new one in. He put the disc in one of those plain sleeve cases labeled "070305 'Zeke' 22."

About an hour in to doing yardwork in the full sun at heat, I called it quits and decided to come inside. I was drinking some water and checking messages and started thinking I was horny and briefly forgot/ignored the fact that DSC is closed. The thought that went through my mind was, "oh it's a perfect day for DSC." It's literally the perfect day for an afternoon at DSC...some pool time, some fucking, whatever. I miss it. I always thought the vibe there was really good and always had a good time. I miss Midtown too, though slightly less than DSC. 🙂 Denver folks, do you think we'll ever have a bathhouse again? If the Southpark dudes can renovate and rehab Casa Bonita, maybe some rich gay benefactor will do the same for DSC. 🙂 Has anyone been to the place in Colorado Springs? I haven't. It's a fucking trek to get there but might be going for something like Cumunion...

Came across a vid on jff (Scott Lazarus' page) where he is used by n incredible cum loving top. First thing heard is him saying "let's get some semen into this pussy" 🤤🐽 you can guess from the photo what happens next.. 😈 I've been obsessed with it for days now.. Anyone know who he is?

I want to absolutely ruined by Bo Sinn. Just wrecked beyond recognition.

It’s also fucked up viewing from an inside perspective, for the reasons you list, but that doesn’t really have any bearing on it as a fetish. Viewed by people who do not share the fetish, lots of fetishes are fucked up, and perhaps objectively are. BDSM is a catalog of fucked-up, but it manages not to fuck up most of its adherents. Psychology is complex. The psychology of sex is just weird.

I hope you guys enjoy the story. i just started the third chapter i hope to finish it by the end of the week. Part 2 the birthday boy Dennis had had some time to regain his strength and felt that the chems were beginning to wear off. He still was flying but could already think more clearly. His hands were untied and so he could reach his pussy with his hands and feel the plug sitting there. He pulled on it briefly to see if it would come out easily but it didn't and the plug sucked itself back into place. The plug gave back a delicious pressure on his prostate he gave a deep sigh of pleasure and his limp cock woke up and started to get hard. On the second attempt to get it out he bit his teeth a little and the plug came out of his hole. Dennis breathed a deep groan and felt at his sphincter which was now pretty much wide open. Without effort and resistance from his sphincter he got 3 fingers inside his hole. He was startled by the blissful feeling that came over him from feeling the fingers in his hole and without thinking he started fingering his pussy. Sam entered the room and watched the scene before him for a moment. S: You are awake I see. S: I see you are already exploring yourself. S: no regrets about the decisions you made just now. Dennis was startled to see Sam standing in the room, he was ashamed of what he was doing and pulled his fingers back from his hole and sat up straight. S : you shouldn't stop you know, it's horny to see you playing with your pussy. D : I euh, I don't know it just felt good to be in my ass. S : I know friend, but you don't have an ass you have a pussy or pussy and you shouldn't be ashamed. You should be proud that you have a cunt to be filled. Dennis turned red in his face D : I have no regrets no, but do find it strange that I agreed to everything so easily. This is not me, I would never normally do this. It's definitely because of that Tina, because I'm not gay S: Oh but this is you. That Tina releases the beast in you, your true self but it's not gay making drugs . Dennis was trying to process what Sam just told him. It's true what he says though he thought. The drugs will remove the inhibition but will not transform you from straight to gay. It must have always been there. S : is it OK honey, are you putting it all together D : uh yeah, it's a lot to take in. I think it will take me a while to get it all posted. S : just stay the weekend and I will help you embrace your true self and accept what you are. D : yes what am I really S: a slut you are a real slut lol Dennis looked confused at Sam D : no I'm not a slut that was the drugs Sam threw a jockstrap on the bed S: here put these on and come upstairs so you can eat and drink something Dennis looked at the jockstrap and thought to himself I should put this on. But he took it and put it on and went upstairs with Sam. S: Here drink up because in half an hour my friends will be here for the party. Dennis took the glass and drank the glass in 2 gulps. The taste was already familiar to him and still hadn't realized there was G in the Getorade. D : I do not know if I want to show myself to your friends like this and if I want to be there. I don't know them and I already think what has already happened is extreme enough. D : I think it is better that I leave later. S: as you like buddy, I told you, I won't oblige you to anything. But otherwise take a shower before you leave D : yes ok, I will take a shower first. After the shower that stupid fucker is already flying all over the place and forget he was going home. Thought Sam. S : I'll show you where the shower is follow me. Dennis followed Sam. Dennis took off his jockstrap and Sam turned on the shower turned around and took Dennis firmly and came with his face right in front of Dennis'. S: are you sure you want to leave later. You are more than welcome. You certainly wouldn't regret it. I could make you enjoy yourself again like just now. Dennis's limp cock got hard and jumped up. Sam looked down and saw what was happening. S: From the way your dick looks, he's in the mood for that. Dennis looked into Sam's eyes and Sam pressed his lips to Dennis'. Dennis opened his mouth without thinking about it and started kissing him with tongue. S : stay baby, let me spoil you. D : I don't know, I don't feel good about it. S : take you shower first and then come back to the kitchen ok. D : ok They broke the kiss and Dennis stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over his body and the warmth accelerated the action of the G. Little by little he became lighter in his head again. He turned off the water and dried himself off. Took the jockstrap and put it back on. He walked back to the kitchen where Sam was still quickly sending a message. He put his cell phone on the counter S: did the shower do any good? D : yes but I think the drugs haven't completely worn off yet because I'm still lightheaded I like hearing that thought Sam, the G is already starting to work again. S: ow ok then, then you better stay a while. I won't let you drive the car for 2 hours to cause an accident. D : I think that's for the best. S: otherwise sit down in the seat for a while. They both sat down next to each other in the seat and Sam ran some of his fingers through Dennis' hair. Dennis closed his eyes and was enjoying the feeling. Dennis felt the horniness come back to the surface and bit his lower lip and searched with his hand for his half hard pole in the jockstrap. Sam stepped up a gear and turned the TV back on, turned down the sound and started a horny movie. Still rubbing through Dennis' hair, he now began rubbing his chest and playing with his nipples as well. Dennis began to moan softly and bit his lower lip even more. S : is it going a little better baby D : hmmm yes this feels so good. Sam watched smirking and went to Dennis' nipples with his mouth, took them in his mouth and started playing with them more. He felt Dennis body enjoying himself and he licked his way up and kissed him. Dennis opened his mouth and greeted Sam's lips with his tongue. They kissed each other very fiercely for a moment when Sam stood back up from the seat and took the pipe. S: I feel like smoking for a moment honey Dennis opened his eyes and watched as Sam began to melt the filled ball of crystals and saw the smoke forming. Sam sucked in the smoke and blew a white cloud into the room. Dennis's body was craving for the Tina and was already not thinking about going home. Sam saw how longingly Dennis looked at the pipe. S: do you want a puff honey. If you want you can Dennis did not answer as the G began to do its job very well and kept looking longingly at the pipe. Sam knew he had Dennis where he wanted him. He pushed the pipe against Dennis' lips lit the lighter and smoke formed in the bulb. He looked Dennis in his eyes, took his half hard pole in his hands and began to jerk him. S: suck it baby you will feel so much better immediately. Then before you leave we can enjoy each other for a while. Dennis sucked in the smoke as long as he could, feeling his lungs and his mind being filled with horny and dirty thoughts. Sam watched amused. S: good baby, just suck yourself completely full of Tina, you'll soon be back to your old self. S: just take another hit darling Dennis took a second and a third hit. Then Sam took another hit, placed his mouth on Dennis' and blew it into his lungs. Dennis was already tripping heavily again and didn't think more at home, but thought only of Sam. He kissed Sam fiercely and pushed him down in the seat and searched for Sam's cock with his mouth. Sam let him and went through Dennis' hair with his hands. S: Yeah baby, good boy just find the horny stick you want so badly. Let your true nature come out. S: just show me that you are a real cock sucker and that you want nothing more than to please me. Instead of the words scaring Dennis off, they only made him hornier and made him desire Sam's cock even more. His mouth came to Sam's jockstrap and he kissed the fabric. He felt the semi-hard cock sitting on it and pulled down the strap's stretcher. Sam's dick jumped up free and Dennis opened his mouth and like a hungry wolf, he took the dick in his mouth and began to suck on it heavily. The taste of morning piss and pre cum entered his mouth and excited him even more. His thoughts now were only about sex, sex with men, sucking a fat cock and getting his pussy filled. As he sucked on the getting harder Sam's rod, one hand searched his cunt and began to play with his hole. Sam watched approvingly. He took a dildo and a bag of Tina dust he had placed ready from under the seat sat up straight while Dennis eagerly continued to suck. He took some lube opened the bag and put some Tina dust over it, he pushed Dennis' hand away and placed the dildo against his pussy. S: I have something better than your finger baby. This is what you need. Do you want it? D : pleas yes And he pushed careful the dildo inside. Dennis' cunt was already not as tense as the night before and willingly let the dildo in. Dennis felt the his cunt being filled and became ecstatic. He again felt the burning sensation, began to sweat and glow. Sam's rod was now fully hard and while what one hand was working Dennis' hole he pushed on his head with his other hand to push his pole deeper into Dennis' throat. Dennis couldn't handle this yet and had a gag reflex. Sam released his grip a little so Dennis could catch his breath, but his hard cock remained in the slut's mouth. But Dennis didn't get much time to catch his breath because again Sam pushed him down and was already able to push Dennis a little deeper. S: good slut, just take my monster completely in your throat, show me that you want nothing more than to spoil him. The door of the living room opened and there stood Sam's friends, watching their friend being spoiled by a horny slut. They watched approvingly as Dennis was deepthroating. Sam winked at his friends who entered without saying anything. Sam encouraged Dennis who hadn't noticed anything yet S: Good slut, suck my monster. Jack one of Sam's friends took over the dildo and pushed it inside Dennis a little more firmly. Sam now put both his hands on Dennis's head. Even though Dennis was violently flying he realized that 2 hands felt on his head and that the dildo was rammed into his pussy and he stopped sucking and looked up. He was startled at being 5 more guests in the room. From where did they suddenly come and he felt embarrassed exposed for what he was just doing. He pushed the dildo out of his ass and straightened up, looked with terror at Sam who was sitting with a smile on his mouth. S: What's the matter honey, you were doing so well. You shouldn't be scared though. These are my friends and they are coming for the same thing we were just doing. D : euh, I euh, I don't know he said in a flying and tripping mental state Dennis' den felt empty and longing to be filled again and he shifted back and forth uncomfortably in the seat because of that feeling. The others couldn't hide their smiles because by his reaction they knew he had gotten a booty bump. J : you shouldn't be scared honey, we didn't come here to hurt you. We came here to celebrate a birthday and Sam had already let us know that he had arranged for a special gift. I have to agree with him that he found a wonderful one. Jack ran his hands over Dennis' chest, which was now completely tense. Jack grabbed Dennis' limp pole and jerked it. J : You won't need this one much tonight, but if you want you can feel free to suck on mine. He reached for his bulge in his pants, took hold of his pole so Dennis could see the size of it. The other laughed for a moment and Dennis looked shyly at Jack's marked-off dick. S : where are Michael and Rob J : The party animal and Rob are coming later they had to get some party stuff first Jack winked at Sam and he knew what he meant. Dennis wanted to stand up to leave but Jack and Sam pushed him back into the seat. S: Don't be scared honey, this is Jack, Tony, Ed, Andy and Nick Dennis looked at the others with shock in his eyes and nodded ashamed. T: Let him calm down guys, you can see he is uncomfortable. Dennis began to breathe more calmly and the initial nerves began to subside. He felt himself getting calmer and as a result, another wave of the G and T arrived. He tried to stop it but his eyes began to turn back in his head and bit back on his lower lip. Ed saw his chance and he came to stand in front of Dennis and placed his lips on Dennis' who was startled and wanted to pull away but Sam whispered in his ear. S: kiss him baby, do it for me. Let yourself be completely free and enjoy this moment. We will spoil you and take you to new heights. Even though he was still scared and embarrassed, the chems took over and he could not suppress his desire and he kissed Ed. S: Good baby let yourself go completely. The others watched eagerly and reached for their hardening dicks. Andy opened his pants and pulled out his cock and started pulling on it. He nodded to Ed, who broke the kiss and made way for Andy. He now came to stand in front of Dennis with his hard slim but big cock. A : show me what you can do slut. Suck my big stick! Dennis who was now flying more heavily again had already become much calmer looked longingly at Andy's cock and then looked longingly at Sam S: yes baby let Andy enjoy with your mouth, make me proud. Dennis opened his mouth and timidly licked at Andy's glans. This was the 2 penis he would suck, he looked around and saw the others looking at him hornily and pulling on their own pole. It turned him on and made him even more at ease and he took the tip of the glans in his mouth and sucked the rest of the pole into his mouth. The taste of the sweat, pre-cum and piss came into his mouth, they made him fall back deeper into G e Tina's trip and he let all the fright and fears fall away. Jack who was still behind him pushed his head forward so he got Andy's big cock deep in his throat and started gagging. A : Yes slut take that pole all the way down your throat. Hmmmm. The gagging caused tears to spring into Dennis' eyes. Jack released his grip and pushed him out of the seat. J : Get down on your knees Dennis got down on his knees and began to eagerly suck Andy's cock again. Tony now came to stand next to it as well. He took hold of Dennis' hand and put it on his own pole. Dennis was now surrounded by 6 men. For the others too were now standing around him. In both his hands he was holding a cock, and in his mouth was a dick. S: yes baby let the others enjoy your warm and blissful mouth. Just suck the seed out of their pricks. Dennis was completely in a trance and heard some seed and he now thought only of getting seed and sucked more heavily on Andy's hard pole. Tony pulled his mouth away from Andy's pole and pushed his own hard sharft into Dennis' mouth. Dennis who had completely loosened up and was thinking of nothing but cock and seed eagerly sucked Tony's penis. Nick who stood behind him gave him a firm pat on the ass and pushed his head deeper on Tony's cock so that Tony's short but very thick dick was completely inside Dennis' wide open mouth. Dennis let it all happen and got more slaps on his ass from the others. It only wound him up even more and encouraged him even more. Tony growled loudly and spit in Dennis' face. T: c'mon blow me slut, show you are real whore and let me enjoy. Nick the only black one of the party also had the biggest and the thickest cock took the bag of Tina substance. He wet his finger put it in the bag and at once pushed his finger as deep as he could into Dennis' hole. Dennis moaned loudly and gasped. Tony immediately pushed him back onto his cock and held his head so he couldn't get away. Nick pushed the dust against the wall of Dennis's hole and withdrew his finger. Dennis felt his hole getting hot again and started moaning and twisting his ass. His sphincter opened and closed, looking for something to clasp around and suck inside. Nick gave him a few more pats on his ass and took the dildo lying in the seat and placed it against Dennis' sphincter which was still opening and closing. N : if you want to be filled, you will have to ride the dildo slut. Dennis panted heavily and violently and pushed his ass back to get the dildo inside so that the demanding feeling in his cunt would be fed. N : if you want it you will have to try harder slut, come on push it into your cunt. Dennis pushed back his ass hard and the dildo drilled its way in. Nick laughed N: yes slut come on suck and ride it. So with renewed strength Dennis sucked hard on Tony's fat pole and at the same time was riding the dildo that was now completely inside his pussy. He felt complete. But not for long because Nick pulled the dildo out of his hole and threw it in the seat. Dennis moaned at the dildo that left a void in his pussy. Now it was Jack's turn and he offered his pole. Dennis traded Tony's fat cock for Jack's big and but not so fat dick. At that moment the door opened. Michael saw his friends standing naked in a circle and someone on his knees. But couldn't see who it was. The others were ecstatic when they saw Michael and Rob and they started singing happy birthday and laughing. Michael walked into the room while laughing and put the bag of party stuff on the floor and greeted his friends. M: Could you guys not wait to get the party started. He looked down and saw a slut sitting on the floor but always couldn't see his face. Dennis stopped sucking and looked up with eyes as big as saucers straight into Michael's face. Michael's mouth fell open and looked at Sam who was grinning widely at Michael. M : You can't be serious. You're kidding me S : no buddy, this is your birthday present from me to you. Michael looked at Dennis with big eyes and an even bigger smile on his mouth. Dennis who was flying so high did not yet realize who was in front of him and tried to focus. When he got his eyes under control he saw someone very familiar looking at him. Again shock and fear came over him. D : Oh fuck Michael Dennis tried to say something but the chems were gripping him so hard he couldn't get much out. The feeling of shame and being caught came over him. Because his older brother looked him straight in the eye. D : oh fuck Michael, this is not what he looks like Tried to stammer Dennis. The other laughed loudly. J : It is what it seems slut. You who are a real cock sucker are a true whore. M : This is the best present ever Sam. Sam laughed loudly and winked at Michael. S : It took me a fair amount of time but I he will soon be all yours to enlist in the fraternity. Michael couldn't believe his eyes. His little brother was sitting there naked on his knees with eyes as big as saucers sucking on his friends' dicks. Dennis didn't know what was happening and looked at Sam, confused, he felt used and betrayed. For a moment he had a brighter moment again. The others looked at Michael with questioning eyes for they did not yet know that this was Michael's brother. J : Tell me Michael, who is this slut to you M : This is my little brother. Since my transformation last year I could think of nothing but being able to fuck him. The others looked at both Michael and Dennis in astonishment with open mouths and smiles on their mouths. Rob: Wow man this is the hottest present ever, Wow Sam you seriously outdid yourself this time. Michael who still couldn't believe his eyes looked at his brother with longing eyes D : please don't tell mom and dad about this. Pleas Michael I will do anything. M : no need to worry little brother, I won't tell anything and you will be welcome to do anything I ever dreamed of. Dennis' lucid moment was gone again and his eyes turned back in his head and his head dropped down towards Jack's cock. The smell of it made him crave it again and his mouth opened. Jack took hold of Dennis' head and pushed his pole back inside. Dennis wanted to struggle at first because now his brother would see that he was a real cock sucker, but the desire was too great and took the cock in his mouth. Michael watched wide-eyed as his little brother sucked Jack's cock. He gave a high five to Sam and he gave him a hug and whispered in his ear. M : I'll never forget this buddy. You make my wildest dream come true. S : you're welcome buddy. I did break him in yesterday, hope you don't mind. M : no did you transform him then too S: no just squirted in his mouth. The transformation is my present for your birthday. Michael kissed Sam, Dennis saw this in the corner of his eye and his mind went completely wild. Seeing his brother kissing Sam was not only weird but also strange because he didn't know at all that Michael was into men, what was his brother not supposed to think of him and it wasn't his birthday at all anyway. What were they talking about anyway. Jack pulled Dennis off his pole and straightened him up. J: Enough sucking slut. Give the birthday boy a kiss. Jack pushed Dennis who was not at all firm on his feet into Michael's arms. Michael took his brother firmly and pressed his lips to Dennis'. Who tried to pry him loose but because of the chems and his brother's firm arms he couldn't. Michael pushed his tongue into Dennis' mouth and the latter paralyzed at first but closed his eyes and kissed Michael back. The others cheered and Sam took hold of both of their heads and pushed them Dennis and Michael firmly together. S: let the party begin. While whispering, Sam said to Michael S: and your brother's transformation.

True. Doctors mostly follow WPATH standards. Given the BS coming out of repuklican states, maybe we need some national guidelines. Or better yet, a Federal law saying that doctors, not politicians, should be the authority in medical decisions

Part 3 A giant, muscular man with tattoos scattered all over his arms and chest entered. He was maybe only in his late 20s or early 30s and was easily over 6’, dressed in a skin-tight muscle shirt, stained gray sweatpants, black crew socks, and running shoes. He had jet black hair slicked back and wore a golden cross necklace, and kept his sunglasses on the entire time. “This is my buddy, Jack,” Daddy Tony said with a grin. “Used to work for me and just got out of prison a few months ago for selling drugs and pimping out his girlfriend. I invited him over because he knows even more guys who’d be willing to pay to use a little faggot bitch.” “You giving me a job?” Jack sneered. “As long as the little faggot doesn’t snitch on me like that whore did.” “That’s because you always let the guys cum inside her and your girl kept getting knocked up. Believe me, this little pussy boy’s happy to get abused to make you some cash. Right, bitch?” Daddy Tony yelled, and I nodded eagerly, excited to be used by a hunk like Jack. “We’ll see about that,” Jack said, immediately enticed by the idea of pimping me out. Jack ripped off his sweatpants, showing off legs of a bodybuilder and a massively thick, uncut dick that looked almost 10” even just semi-hard. He kicked off his shoes, crawling between my legs. “Damn, this boy is dirty. What’d you do to him?” “Got him high, filled him with loads and piss and let a bunch of dirty johns use him.” “Not gonna rinse him off?” “Maybe a quick rinse before I take him to out later tonight, but a whore like him is just gonna get dirtied again soon anyway. I want him to be the trashiest, most used slut on the block so that only the fucking sleaziest motherfuckers will wanna fuck him.” “Hey, watch who you’re calling sleazy,” Jack laughed. “Please… please hurt me, daddy,” I whimpered. “Wow, fucking SLUT! You better be careful what you wish for boy, cuz I’m not gonna have any mercy,” Jack said. And with that, he hoisted me up effortlessly, spread my one leg over the sink, and shoved my face into the cold bathroom wall. His grip was so strong I could tell that resisting him wouldn’t even do a thing. “You got poppers, boy? You’re gonna need ‘em.” “Here.” Daddy Tony handed them to him, and Jack forced it under my nostrils one at a time while Daddy Tony went and prepped a towel of maximum impact in the other room. Everytime I felt like Jack was gonna withdraw the poppers, he kept switching to the other nostril. “You’re gonna fucking keep doing it til he comes back, slut.” I could barely see by the time the maximum impact was on my face. Everything was blurry, distorted, and small specks of light scattered my vision, but I was insatiable. I suddenly felt a breeze on my hole, as if it was the only part of my body I could feel, and it puckered begging for cock. Jack could see the change in my face, and I could only hear him mutter, “Fuck yeah, you’re not even gonna know what’s happening, bitch.” Once the towel was ready, he wrapped it around my face and pressed my face into the wall, forcing me to huff the cold chemicals. I could tell that only with the chemicals was Jack’s dick able to fit inside me without being excruciating. “Take it, slut.” And without warning, he began pounding me with the intention of ripping and damaging my pussy. His dick made loud sloshing noises as he pounded in me. I moaned uncontrollably into the towel as he spanked me as hard as he can. “Fuck, so full of cum, you nasty whore. It’s dripping out and clinging to my dick.” “Ng! Uh – ungh! Ahh!” I yelped, louder than I did with any of the previous men as I felt his monster dick bruising and shredding my insides, ripping past my inner sphincters. I felt pain in my limp dick as my jockstrap pressed against the sink while he railed me, one hand on the back of my head while the other held my waist. He licked and slurped my ear and neck, ignoring my cries. “Take it, you fucking whore. You said you like getting used? Then fucking take it!” Jack roared as he slammed into me, tightening his grip on me. He pulled all the way out, thrust all the way in, eliciting a scream, before he threw me on the floor on all fours. “Arch your back. Show off that cunt,” he demanded. I did so, pointing my hole up to him. I felt the warmth of his solid body surround my naked body as he plunged deep into me. I screamed. “Shut up, bitch. Just take my cock.” He ripped off one of his socks and gagged me with it. He wrapped one arm around my torso to stabilize me while he raised his other hand and brought it down hard on my face. He was much stronger than the other guys and didn’t hold back, and it was only because of the sock in my mouth that my teeth didn’t get knocked out. I was still seeing stars when another smack came from the other side, immediately followed by him slamming my face into the floor as he pummeled me. I screamed through the gag, but my cries only made him fuck me harder and smack me more. Completely straddling me, he impaled down into me while he stepped on my face with one foot. Fap, fap, fap – like a pogo stick, he pummeled into me as my insides lit on fire, sending me into a pleasure I could’ve never imagined. Never had a cock hurt me so good, and all I could think about is how it felt so good to be with Jack instead of Ben at that moment. My eyes rolled back into my head as my body rocked back and forth, slipping around in the oil and hard linoleum. Daddy Tony returned with a little baggy of tina and dug out a large rock. “Open your mouth, slut. You need more drugs. Daddy’s gonna waste you tonight. Fuck, Daddy’s gonna waste you all week.” He ripped the sock out of my mouth and between moans, he stuck the rock down my throat roughly with his finger. A harsh chemical taste filled every airway in my head, and with his finger in my mouth, I wretched and gagged. “Swallow it. Swallow it,” Tony demanded, and I did everything I could to keep it down. His finger was quickly followed by his filthy dick, filling me with the stench of a junkie who hasn’t showered in days. Layers of harsh odors flooded my face, including the wonderful stench of stale semen and chem sweat. He immediately started pissing, washing the rock down my gullet. Dark, almost brownish piss overflowed from my mouth, dripping on the floor. “Fucking nasty!” Jack roared from behind as he shoved my head hard into Tony’s dick. Daddy Tony stretched my mouth open, one thumb on each side as he pissed. He groaned with relief as Jack pumped even harder, his jaw clenched in concentration as he rammed my sloppy hole. Jack straddled me and got in my ear, his hard warm muscle constricting my slim, smooth, greasy figure. He put his mouth right behind my ear as he pumped, getting so close to the stream of piss that he likely caught a couple drops on his face. My eyes glared wide open, tweaked out of my mind and arching my back as hard as I can into Jack’s iron pole, hungrily slurping as much piss as I can from a never-ending stream that lasted over a minute. Finally, when he was done pissing down my gullet, Daddy Tony wiped his dick on my lips and knelt down until we were eye level. He looked as tweaked as I was, his eyes rabidly bulging, pupils dilated and soulless. Sweat dripped down his gray, leathery face into his beard. He balled up a wad of slimy, foamy spit, eyes filled with rage, and sprayed me all over my face, slightly blurring my vision as a thick thread dangled from my eyelash. I could tell there was no humanity in his body at that moment, just like me. It felt ridiculous that even he was once innocent, however long ago that might have been. Now, he was a filthy, cracked out deviant who wanted to violate and corrupt. “Tell me, boy. When is your man gonna notice you’re gone?” “He probably already does,” I gasped. “I haven’t checked texts in hours.” Daddy Tony started taking a video on his phone, the flash pointed right at my face. “I’m gonna send a video to your husband of you drugged up moaning like a SLUT, getting fucked in my piss on my bathroom floor. Then we’re gonna give you lots of drugs and make some money putting babies in that nasty cunt.” “FUCK yeah!” Jack roared. “Fuckk… I hope you get thrown onto the street once he sees me fucking you. We’ll take care of you real good, babe. If only we could knock you up, I’d be able to rent you for so fucking much.” “Not even good for breeding,” Daddy Tony spat. “The faggot’s just a toilet.” “FUCK DIRTY NASTY WHORE! TAKE MY NUT!” Jack hollered as he clenched me tight. He grabbed my hair and rammed me recklessly, one arm around my neck, 3 fingers of his other hand jammed down my throat. Even his fingers were muscular, not even slightly affected by my gagging. “Say hi to your husband, you fucking faggot!” I tried unsuccessfully to focus my eyes on the flash, gurgling a barely audible, “Hrr Brrn.” As he slid out, I felt the warm cream against my pussy lips, which made a little pop when his head came out. Spunk tinged with yellow from being churned with chem piss, trickled down my balls, staining my jockstrap, leaking a few droplets onto the ground. Jack scooped the drops up with a finger and jammed them in my cunt, eliciting a yelp from the sudden bony intrusion.

This is a (mostly) true story of how my fantasy became a reality. Part 1 I’m 5’9”, 145 lbs, and blonde with bright blue eyes. My twink body is covered in hair and usually had a bit of musk from running or working out - just the way a man should smell. For the past year is fantasized and watched poz porn, but never thought I’d do it because of what I thought would be the repercussions. I was visiting my buddy in Kansas City on a hot weekend in August this summer. We visited a couple of gay bars but they were too packed with people and catching COVID made us both too nervous to stay out long. Little did I know I’d be catching something even stronger that night. We picked up some beer and went back to his place but being in a big city had me really turned on - I always love sampling the new guys when I visit a city. It wasn’t long before I was on Grindr with the name “All loads 👌🏼“ and a picture of my muscular stomach. Pretty soon the messages started rollin in and I lined up a couple hookups back to back. I told my buddy I was going to meet up with some other friends and hopped in my car to the first hookup. As I drove up, I looked at the pics he had sent over - every one showed a huge black cock and muscular, oddly veiny stomach. I thought nothing of it and, as I pulled up my heart began to race. This apartment building looked like a giant trap house and I knew nothing could would come of it. I opened Grindr again in my car and teased my hole until I thought “Fuck it, I need that dick’s cum inside me.” I took a deep breath and walked inside, up three flights of stairs, past busted out doors and ripped up carpets. My heart sped as I got to the apartment number and heard moaning on the other side. Without knocking, I walked into see a thick muscular black guy and his buddy sitting in the couch naked, both stroking giant cocks and watching some TIM porn. I immediately slid off my shorts (I wasn’t wearing underwear) and got in front of them to lube up their cocks with my throat. While I was sucking the guy that hit me up on Grindr, he pushed my head all the way down his cock and held it there. His buddy got up and started eating my hole out, sucking my loose hole into his mouth and around his younger. Suddenly he switched and shoved his rock hard cock into my ass without letting me suck him off. He immediately went to town and the pain was excruciating but soon my ass was wet and I breathed through the pain to relax my hole. He let out a chuckle and nudged his buddy whose cock was still fucking the back of my throat to look at something but didn’t say anything else. “You fucking slut - you’re little faggot hole opened right up for me didnt it” he said as he kept fucking me harder. Soon I felt his body start to tense and without warning he yelled out “Take my fucking kids you little slut.” He so Ed his cock all the way in and we both moaned as the Grindr guy pulled my face up to kiss him and look in my eyes. He slid out of me and they switched positions, but I noticed that his cock had cum mixed with what looked like blood fed around the base. He noticed my look and laughed then said, “Yeah I got your ass nice and opened up in every way for my boy here. Don’t worry, he’ll make sure you get loaded good”...

I've developed a thing for ass to mouth. Especially after a guy breeds me.

Love feeling guys pump their loads in my hole. The most recent time was in Berlin now in April. Started the night by taking 3 loads in my hotel room. Horny guys who needed to dump a load before going to work. After that went with a bud to the bars, was busy for Easter. We had a few drinks then into the darkroom where I was loaded 3 more times by total strangers. Didn’t see 2 of the guys they just took their turns to dump a load into an easy cummy hole 🐽 Then my bud and I went to the leather bar New Action. Lots of hot leather outfits. Quickly found our way into the darkroom. Got fucked there by 5 guys and got 3 loads. Very sloppy and cummy at this point. One guy ate out some loads before fucking me to add his own to the sloppy mess. A guy stood over me and was pimping me out for an hour. So hot! Was very tired at that point but ended the night in true Berlin fashion at the Bull. Straight to the bench and bend over for anyone to enjoy. Pushed out a little bit for a nice cum fart that some guys noticed and quickly decided they wanted to enjoy that. Had a big dicked fella fuck me for 10 min until he came hard. Then came a felcher who fucked me a bit, made me eat his cum glazed cock. Then turned me around again and I pushed more loads into his mouth, then we kissed and fed them between us 💦🐽 After that a couple more fucks and loads until the queue was over for my hole. Took a break and then went home, all fucked and pigged out 🐽💦

Love public sex especially when spun

I've got a fuck bud, 'the Cock' who hit me up this morning wanting to load me up after work. I never say no to this guy, he doesn't kiss, doesn't want foreplay, just shoves his cock in my jockstrapped arse, fucks a load in and leaves. Sometimes he just undoes his fly and fucks me, minimal lube, at my front door. I was feeling particularly filthy today so I messaged him back, saying of course and did he want another guys cum as lube. Fuck yeah, was the response, so I sent him a new photo of my arse to keep him horny until 6. I live around the corner from my local sauna, I know, too fucking handy, so I knew where I'd be heading that afternoon. I arrived at around 1pm, already showered and cleaned out and was about to open my locker when my phone pinged with a WhatsApp message from him, "Keep me updated on the cum situation". Knowing he was in his office, horny and hard ramped up my hormones and I quickly undressed, grabbed my poppers and lube and headed downstairs to the fuck benches and glory holes. Two guys were wanking their cocks watching porn, an older guy, heavy set in his 60's and a younger guy in his 40's. I fucked into the glory holes and the younger guy immediately got up and positioned his cock through the hole, I set to work sucking his cock, no easy task when you're 5'6", and he soon gestured me to carry on sucking his cock on the bench. He was being quite verbal, all suck my cock Daddy and I asked him if he fucked, he said yes, but it was too early. Just as he did a young guy sat down next to us, maybe 30, sporting a beautiful 8" cock. The guy calling me Daddy told me to start sucking the other guys cock so I started, taking the whole thing down my throat, this completely set the other guy off and the next thing I knew his cock was pushing at my hole and fucking like a madman, calling me Boy, now . The best part of getting fucked is knowing that some stranger is flooding your guts, especially when it's the first one of the day. Next stop, the steam room, I fucking love it in there. It was quiet, just a guy about 6'4" and a younger hairy cub, I was straight onto the big guys cock with my mouth, feeling up his hairy tits and hoping he was going to be the next cock up my twitching hole. He asked if he could fuck me, so of course I agreed. He only fucks with condoms which was a little disappointing so he went off to get one. In the meantime I set to work on the cubs cock. He asked me if the big guy was coming back to fuck me and I said yes, he asked if he could watch and I said I'd carrying on sucking his cock during it, he seemed keen! Big guy came back and liked what he saw so I pushed a bit of cum out for lube, for a condom queen he really fucking liked that and grunted as he breached my ring, I grunted as best I could around the cock in my throat. He was pounding away for a bit but said I was too small for him to get a good angle and could I get on the bench, that would mean I couldn't carry on sucking the cub but he didn't care, he said he got a better angle to see that big cock go in my wee arse. Big guy carried on fucking me, I was loving it but really wished he was raw. Suddenly he took his cock out and at first I thought he was the quietest cummer ever but the cub blurts out, Fuck yeah, raw fuck him! Big guy grabs my hips and punches into my hole, jack rabbit fucking me and he cried out came, over and over. With the obligatory, thanks mate, over my shoulder I went to my locker, not even pretending to cover myself with my towel. I checked my phone, message from the cock, Are you getting loaded? I replied yes, then went off to the dark room… Older guy from downstairs that watched me getting fucked was there so I thought I might as well see if he was up for it and turned to the wall and stuck my arse out, in the centuries old invite to fuck. Sure enough his cock was in my hole and cumming in 2 minutes flat, I didn't care, at that point it was about loads not my pleasure, I knew at get enough of that from the Cock later. Hung about in the dark room for a bit and another older guy came in, same story, same outcome but slight hornier because I didn't have my glasses on and it was dark so I really didn't have a clue what he looked like, especially since my back was turned. Fucking whore. Time for a rest and Wednesdays are £20 and free drink and free bottle of (rancid) poppers so I settled down for a cold beer, towel strategically placed under my puffy hole. I had my phone and got a message from the Cock to say he was going to finish work early, didn't see that coming… Back downstairs to see if I could get one last load before home but it was dead. As per instructions I wasn't to shower and was to keep asuch cum in me as possible. I got home got naked except for a jockstrap as usual, come to think of it I don't think he's ever seen my cock! Message from the cock, 10 minutes. True to form, 5 minutes later the buzzer goes and I'm at my front door like a good slut in my jockstrap, waiting for the lift. He's walking towards me with lust in his eyes, he barely looks at mine, we're in the door the slightest peck on my lips but his hands are already exploring my arse and turning me around. Have you been a fucking slut for this afternoon, whoring your cunt around the sauna? Yeah, just the way you like it, I replied. With that he's shoved his cock inside me, him fully dressed, me dressed like a desperate rent boy. He has a beautiful cock, 7", thick with an incredibly horny, meaty foreskin. I'm leaning against the wall, hands in front of me pushing back on each thrust and wondering if he was going to finish the job there and then, when he quickly pulls out heads to the bedroom, with following behind, trying to keep my hole shut. He undresses and turns me around so I'm supporting myself with my arms and punches in again, fucking me deep and congratulating me on taking all of him. Then he's got me on my back and is even deeper, both of us high on poppers and him just using my hole slamming in and out and reducing me to quietly grunting fuck hole. I want you to sit on my cock. He pulls out and we both see blood on his dick. Doesn't stop us, if anything it just makes it hornier. I'm totally flying at this point and riding his cock, squeezing on the upstroke and bottoming out on the downstroke, telling him how much I love his cock and how I was going to keep his cum inside me after he'd gone. Oh fuck! He says, I want to go out commando in your shorts go somewhere straight and push some out so it runs down your leg. Yes, sir, I'll message you when I'm doing it. This sent him over the edge and he's loading me with ropes of cum. Got dressed, quick peck and fucks off. Perfect fuck bud. There's an extremely straight pub along the road, you know the kind football and rugby fans flock there on match days. Off I went, ordered a pint pushed out some cum, we all know what that sounds like and drank my pint with cum snaking down my leg. The Cock's response? Good lad.

I found a guy 45 black with a huge thick dick. he came over and all wanted to was fuck. He pounded me for about 5 min . He fell out and said I was bleeding, He offered to stop but I said keep on going He wiped off and continued for another 4 min till he exploded in my ass He was not bothered by the little bleeding He said he would return Hope so

My record in 24 hours is 19 loads. I was having fun with buddies before going to Cumunion. I was so sloppy and loose. Having all those sperm loads inside me was such a rush. Most of the sperm was from total strangers. I need to get back to that high load count. Its so hot!!

9. The twink grinned and said, “Do you wanna know my name first?” “Nope,” I replied closing the distance between us, “I just want to see what you’re packing. I should warn you though. You’re not getting sloppy seconds.” “He didn’t cum in you?” “Oh he did, but sloppy seconds implies he was the first one to fuck me today.” “And he wasn’t” “I had two big loads of cum in me before I picked up your uncle at the pool.” “Fuck! Maybe being into pigs is hereditary.” He pulled his shirt off over his head and closed the last of the distance between up. He grabbed me around the middle and kissed me deeply. His tongue pressing into my mouth as his hands explored my naked body. He wasn’t as hairless as I had guessed he would be. When he’d pulled his shirt off I’d caught a flash of dense light brown hair bursting out of his pits. He had a wide treasure trail shooting up from his shorts and covering most of his lower abdomen. In the middle of his chest grew a small oval of dense hair, and there was a swirl around each of his pink nipples. I ran my hands down his body towards my quarry, the straining bulge in the front of his running shorts. I grabbed at his crotch through the fabric just as I had done not an hour ago with this guy’s uncle. Jesus, was every guy in this family blessed with a big fucking dick? The twink’s cock was only a little narrower than Chris had been, but it was several inches longer. Along with that I felt big full balls desperate to be drained swinging beneath. He let go of my ass cheeks and pushed his shorts to the ground. “So, you like what you see?” “How can I say no to a beautiful cock like this,” and it was beautiful, erupting out from a wild tangle of unkempt light brown pubes, his shaft was long and straight with a heavy pair of veins snaking their way up each side. The head was wide and flat, the shaft a consistent meaty girth the full length. Truly, there was no way I could have said no once I’d seen that cock. I wanted it inside of me so bad. “How does it compare?” “To your uncle?” “Yeah?” “Big cocks must be genetic. His is fatter but yours is longer.” I was stroking him now, sliding my hand slowly along the length. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. The twink put his hands on the back of my head and guided his dick into my throat instinctively. I swallowed him down getting half the length down my throat in a single go. We both moaned. He twisted his fingers into my hair and I grabbed him by the hips. I slowly began to build up a rhythm using my hands to pull him deeper into my throat. Each time a pulled his crotch towards me and his dick head slid past my tonsils he groaned. His head was tossed back and his eyes closed. He wasn’t a daddy by any stretch but he did look fucking sexy with his face contorted in bliss and I sucked him. He grunted and said, “Fuck. I don’t wanna blow down your throat. Where’s your bed.” I pulled back and let his cock drop from my mouth. My chin was covered in spit, and my eyes were watering a little. I took a few deep breaths. “Follow me.” I got up off the floor and led him into the bedroom. Walking close behind me, he pushed me onto the bed as soon as we were in the room. I fell forward onto the mattress and immediately put my chest down and stuck my ass up. “Damn. That’s a pretty fucking hole. So puffy and used. There’s even a little cum dripping out of it. Fuck…” his hands were on my cheeks again. Then I felt his tongue. He buried his smooth face between my cheeks and thrust his tongue into my welcoming hole. I moaned into the bedsheets. It felt so good to have my used ass eaten out like that. It took a few seconds for me to register that this guy was eating his uncle’s load out of my hole. That thought made my cock and hole twitch. “That feel good?” “Fuck yes! You like eating your uncle’s cum out of my used ass.” “God yes. Its so fucking hot. It’s the piggiest thing I’ve ever done.” “Being fucked by two members of the same family back to back might be the piggiest thing I’ve ever done.” “And my dick’s not even inside you yet.” “What are you waiting for then?” “You want my dick now?” “Fuck yes pig. Stick that big raw dick in me. Fuck me with your uncle’s load.” “Fuck!” He leapt up and practically slammed his cock into me. In one move he had two thirds of the long straight shaft buried in my quivering hole. I practically screamed in shock and pleasure. Grabbing me by the hips in another move wildly reminiscent of his uncle, he pressed the rest of his cock inside me. We both let out a satisfied sigh as his narrow hips came to rest against my ass. Then he pulled back and started to fuck. The twink was obviously worked up and this wasn’t going to be some long passionate fuck. The act of finally fulfilling his fantasty had him at the edge from the start. He quickly started to pant and then suddenly pulled out. “Flip over,” he commanded. I rolled onto my back and pulled my knees up. Leaning over me he sunk his dick back into my guts. We both growned and then he started hammering again. Sweat glistened on his face and a single bead ran down his chest to get lost in the little patch of hair between his pecs. Looking up at his face as he fucked me felt odd. He was so different even than Alex that it seemed almost unreal. Yet his cock was sending bolts of electricity through me. In that moment a though crystalized in my mind: I was into daddies, I loved bears, there was nothing in the world more attractive in the world than a hairy man with a little meat on his bones; but when it came down to it I was just a cum pig and a big dick was a big dick. It felt good to let go of that block, to understand I would always go for the bear, the daddy, the furry guy first, but I would never be able to turn down a big raw cock. I felt bliss washing over me. It was like an out of body experience. It felt similar to the first time I had let Danny inside me, and when I had taken Daniel’s dick at Alex’s that first time. It was a wall breaking, a new level being reached. I felt at peace with myself and my sexuality. It felt good. The twink was ramping up again. “Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” “Yeah! Breed me!” “Oh fuck yes… shit… fucking take…” He closed his eyes tight, and his face scrunched up and he rammed his cock home one more time. I felt the pulse travel up his shaft as the first wave of his cum erupted into my well bred ass. For what seemed like a solid minute he gasped and squirmed as his dick throbbed inside me. Wave after wave of semen pumped out of his engorged cock head. It was magical. It took several minutes after his orgasm ended for his breathing to return to normal and his eyes to open again. He blinked at me as if he was coming out of a daze. Then he smiled. “Fuck, that was amazing. Your ass… and my uncle’s load… fuck… it just felt.” “How did it feel to fulfill your fantasy?” His dick was still slowly deflating in my hole. “Amazing. Are you… are you gonna see him again?” “Chris?” “Yeah.” “Possibly. If I give you my number…” “You want me to text you if he fucks me again so you can enjoy using his load as lube?” “Fuck yes!” “Hell yeah, let me get my phone.”

I have attended two hiv funerals. Apart from the feeling of great loss and sorrow as both had hard sickness deaths. I was so bloody horny. I felt evil having these feelings. But i know one day that will be in the box from a hiv sickness. And hope there is the odd hard dick there thinking of me.

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

11. “Damn it. You told him,” Danny said as soon as he saw Jack and I walk into the front office. Danny was seated behind the check in desk. He was wearing a loose fitting linen button down shirt, something he really only did when he had to work the desk or leave the property. He must not have been expecting anyone new to come check in however, as he’d only done one button just across his stomach. Despite his harsh tone he had a massive smile across his face. His eyes were twinkling and there was nothing but joy in his expression. Danny got up from behind the desk and came around to where I was standing with Jack just behind me. Jack had one hand resting on my shoulder. Danny brought a paw up to my face and rested it on my cheek tenderly, “Well, what did you say?” He looked directly into my eyes, he looks happy and concerned at the same time. He was almost silently pleading with me to say yes. “I said of course I want to say! It’s all I’ve wanted for months. I want to stay with the two of you forever.” “Good.” His hand moved to the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. With this many guest on the property we were normally a little more circumspect but that was all out the window right now. We were celebrating something amazing. I wrapped my arms around Danny’s middle and pulled myself into his warm body. Jack rubbed my back as I kissed his husband deeply. We were a little trio now, I was no longer an outsider welcomed in temporarily. This was my place. Danny broke our kiss and with one hand pulled Jack’s face to him. They kissed around me, my body smashed between them. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me. “Look, I’ve had a chance to celebrate with the boy,” said Jack, “and he was full of that twink and his uncle’s loads when I found him. Danny why don’t you take advantage of how amazing our David’s hole is going to feel right now and take him round back. I’ll watch the desk.” Danny tipped my head up to look him in the eye, “Would you like that? Think you can take another dick today?” “If that dick is yours… I’ll take it any day.” Danny took me by the hand and led me behind the counter and through the Employees only door at the back. “I’ve got an idea,” Danny said and opened another door that I’d never been through before. On the other side was a room partly full of boxes. The wall directly across from us looked like it was almost entirely made of windows, but vertical blinds were closed across the entire thing. As we walked further into the room I saw that there was a high counter top island sticking out, and a little but serviceable kitchen on the other side. We turned a corner and found ourselves in a mostly empty bedroom. Boxes were piled up along two walls, but the bed was made. I looked around, and then back and Danny who nodded. “Welcome to your new place. Well get the boxes moved, but…” “Its perfect.” I tossed my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He scooped me up and lifted me into the air. His strong arms supported me as he walked towards the bed. I fell lightly onto the mattress and Danny dropped himself into me. We locked our mouths together again and my hands tore at his clothes. I found the single done up button on his shirt and flung the two haves apart. Quickly I wriggled it up and off of each of his arms. His now naked torso pressed into me. I had only put on a pair of short shorts and a jock when I’d left my apartment with Jack, and now our naked upper halves rubbed together. Danny broke our kiss and pulled back. He grabbed my shorts and ripped them off me, tossing them into a corner. He growled at the sight of my jock, and moved to take off his own shorts. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and his cock sprung free almost immediately. That big beautiful cock. The long vein along the top pulsed and that wide mushroom head shone with precum. I jumped up, my animal instinct controlling me, and gobbled his cock down in one swift motion. Danny moaned and put his hand gently on the back of my head. Hungrily I bobbed up and down. This was my fourth cock today but that didn’t matter. This cock belonged to one of my two men. One of my daddies. That made it special, and important. I swallowed him to the root and nestled my nose into his thick pubes. Danny’s balls bounced against my chin lightly as I bobbed back and forth. My man groaned as I worked his throbbing meat. I grabbed his ass cheeks and propelled his hips forward into my own mouth. I made him fuck my throat. “Oh fuck! Fuck boy! Remember how timid you were that first time, never having been with an older man… fuck… not knowing how much you loved the scent of a man or the feel of his touch… Jesus! Now look at you… damn! Fuck yeah, suck my… fuck. Look at you our hungry little pig. Our boy! Forcing my daddy dick down your own throat. Fuck! Oh shit… Fuck! Turn around, show me that ass! I need to eat your hole.” I dropped his cock out of my mouth and spun around. I flipped onto all fours and stuck my ass up into the air with my chest flat against the mattress. Danny growled like a hungry animal, and spread my cheeks with his rough hands. “Fuck! Your hole looks fucking wrecked today. Damn. There’s even…” he flicked his tongue up my crack, “there’s even cum dripping out of it your so full. Damn that bear and his nephew really filled you up didn’t they.” “Yes daddy!” “You liked that [banned word] didn’t you?” “Of them being related?” “Yeah! Yeah I did.” “Good boy… what else turned you on about it.” He flicked his tongue over my hole as I started to answer making my voice catch in my throat. “That I… fuck… that I was only fucking the nephew because he wanted to fuck me and he had a big dick. He was cute but he didn’t… fuck oh, yes… he didn’t turn me on like his uncle did, or any of the other guys…” “Why was that,” Danny dove back into my hole as soon as he’d finished speaking. “He’s a twink.” I replied somewhat matter-of-factly. “That’s not turns me on.” “What turns you on boy. Tell daddy exactly what turns you on.” I was hard to speak with his tongue darting in and out of my hole. I felt him lapping the cum up from inside of me and could hear him swallowing it down. “Men like you daddy, guys bigger than me, and older than me. Bears, chest hair most of all. Seeing it poke out of a guy’s shirt makes me weak. There’s no way I can resist a guy with a furry chest and a hard dick.” “But it’s not just older guys is it?” “No daddy, its any guy covered in hair was a thick dick. Like Alex. He’s my ages but he’s so… fuck… oh fuck… eat my hole daddy! Fuck! Alex… he’s my ages but he’s so hairy. When I first saw his chest hair and bushy pits I knew I needed him to fuck me.” “And the same was true of Daniel.” “Yes! Oh fuck, that feels so good. Fuck!” “But there’s something else isn’t there? Something you felt when Alex told you he wanted Daniel to fuck you and you’d never seen him, something you felt when this twink asked to fuck you. What is it?” “I like being a slut daddy!” “That’s it… keep going.” “I like getting used. I like being a sex object. I like having… of my god! I like having my power taken away.” “Good boy. And that’s something you want to do more of isn’t it.” “Yes daddy!” He got up and I felt the head of his cock on my hole. I pushed back onto him and felt the head pop in. “Fuck boy!” Danny roared. “You’re so fucking desperate for my dick aren’t you?!” “Yes daddy!” “That first time I fucked you, you had to work so hard to get me inside you and now… I just slid right in.” He pressed forward and his entire shaft disappeared into my guts. We both let out a sigh as his crotch pressed into my ass. “That’s because you’re a slut now. You’re our slut.” “Fuck me daddy!” “Im going to boy don’t worry.” “Please! Breed me daddy. Use my slutty hole.” “I’m going to pump a big load into your hole. Then I’ve got another treat for you boy.” “Fuck! Yes daddy!” He pulled back from my hole and then with a grunt punched his cock back into me with his full body weight. It was impossible not to scream. The sound was shot out of me like a cannon ball with the force of his thrust. My eyes rolled back, and my torso went slack. If Danny hadn’t been holding onto my hips I would have fallen forward and collapsed under his assault. He held tightly to my hips, pulling me back against him as he brutalized my ass. As tender as Jack’s last breeding of my hole had been this was aggressive. Danny was like a rutting beast. He was intent on using me, marking his territory now that I had agreed to be theirs. It was a primal fuck. I felt like a rag doll as Danny tossed me around. He flipped me onto my back without his cock ever leaving my hole, and continued to bash his cock into me now from above. He spread my legs around his body and held me open for him. His face was contorted with effort and lust and sweat beaded up on his forehead. “You remember this boy… when you’re out there taking loads like the good slut you are… no one fucks and breeds you like your daddies.” “Fuck! Yes! Fuck daddy! How could it… oh fuck, how could I forget!” “Good boy! Take me load you fucking slut!” Danny reared back, and holding my legs wide apart rammed his dick as deep as it would go. I yelled as he began to fill me up. His eyes were closed tight, his lips pulled back in a snarl. He looked like he’d become possessed. He wasn’t just a man but a sex beast, a sex demon intent on destroying me. He yelled, and his cock throbbed. Another big load was pumped into my hole. Danny stayed like that for a long time. He held my legs with shaking hands, his eyes still closed tight, his chest heaving. His breath was ragged, and irregular. His dick was still pulsing. “Fuck,” he panted, blinking his eyes slowly. He was like a man coming out of a dream or a trance for a minute. The brutish headspace he had just fucked me in slowly dissipating. When he looked down at me again his eyes were full of the same love they had been when Jack and I had walked into the front office. The sex demon was gone, and my beloved, extraordinary Danny was back. He grinned at me, his dick still buried in my ass. “Fuck, knowing that you were ours… that you were going to stay here after the summer… that you’d be here, in this bed… fuck, it just…” his voice trailed off and he bent down to kiss me again. “That was amazing.” I said, brushing my lips against his and flexing my hole around his semi hard cock. “God, your hole just feels so good. So full of cum.” “I can’t believe I’m that I get to stay with you and Jack. Its all I’ve wanted. I want to do this forever.” “We will.” He kissed me again, “we will.” He pulled his slowly softening cock from my hole and flopped onto the bed beside me. I nestled into his body breathing in his scent. My cock gave a throb in my jock. Despite having had the cum fucked out of me less than an hour ago I was hard as a rock and had leaked so much while Danny pounded me that the whole pouch of my jock was soaked.

I've had anal chlamydia a few times but my experience has been asymptomatic probably more than half of those times. Sometimes I'll know I have it due to more than usual itching and the feeling that I should probably wipe what I think is discharge. Only once have I had it hurt to take dick which was not pleasant. Always make my appointments to clear it but if my partner agrees to it then I'll take dick while I wait.

Can't wait for Travis to knock up Keith from behind. Hot scene!

Thank you for this very hot story! I haven't read anything so horny in a long time. What other guys did Keith meet that night? When did he get his Fuck Flu? Is he stil in contact with "Daddy Max" & "Cameron" or "Travis & Partner" ? Please, please for more chapters !!!

First only safe. But 2 weeks after taking prep- raw only! I fill my old condoms (all with expired dates) with piss and use them ad piss bombs during golden shower sessions.

10. I lay back on my bed. My hole was leaking with another load from Adam (I had somewhat regrettably learned the twinks name when he put his info in my phone) and Chris. Chris had turned up at my door a few hours before, saying his wife and her sister had gone up to Cape Canaveral with the kids, and he had the morning free. One look at his bare torso and bulging shorts had me hard and I dragged him inside. He’d proceeded to tear off my clothes and toss me on the bed. His beard felt rough on my ass cheeks as he at me out and prepped me for his fat cock. Within fifteen minutes of him turning up at my door his cock was inside me. A half hour after that he was flooding my guts with another thick hot load. Five minutes after that he was gone and I was texting Adam. Your uncle just pumped another big load into me if you didn’t go off with your family, I typed. Why do you think I said no and hung out by the pool? Be right there. Less than an hour after Chris had knocked on my door Adam’s tongue was deep in my ass pulling his uncle’s load out of me. “I fucking love your slutty hole,” he’d said to me as he shot his load. Then he was gone too. I felt used. Used by Chris to satiate his need for some gay sex outside of his seemingly heterosexual marriage, and used by Adam to fulfill his fantasy of fucking his uncle’s sloppy seconds. I wondered if Adam’s fantasies went further than just hooking up with someone his uncle had fucked. Did he want to be the one his uncle was fucking. I imagined Adam’s big dick bouncing as he rode Chris’s fat cock. The twink’s mostly smooth body contrasted with Chris’s beautiful bear physique. Or was the actual act too far for both of them? My cock throbbed thinking about it, and just as I started to stroke my own shaft there was another knock on the door. Was Chris already back for more? Should I tell him who else’s load was inside me? I padded over to the door, still naked and answered it. It wasn’t Chris. Jack was standing there in an A line shirt and cutoff jeans with a big grin on his face. “I saw the twink from number three sneaking back down the path when I was putting the pool chairs out. Does that mean what I think it means?” “That I’ve got a load from him and the married bear inside me right now? Yes it does.” “Good,” he growled and pushed me inside. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me to his chest. Instinctively I tipped my head up to him and met his lips with my own. Our tongues intertwined for a minute as he held me close. I sunk into the warmth of his body, clinging to his big strong arms. “All these men filling you up… I have to reclaim my territory. Remind you how much you love daddy’s cock.” “I could never forget that. You and Danny will always be my first choice and priority.” “Good boy. Why don’t you prove that to daddy and get me hard.” I fell to my knees and undid his shorts. As always he had no underwear on and as I pulled the zipper down his spectacular bush burst out. I could see the outline of his cock through the fabric jutting off to the side already hard. As his shorts fell to the ground his dick sprung forward, bobbing slightly after almost slapping against Jack’s stomach. His dick tasted slightly of sweat, and I gobbled it down greedily. He pulled his shirt off over his head exposing his strong hair covered body. I gazed up at the hairy chest that had started my awakening. I slathered his cock with spit, getting it ready for my hole. Jack’s hands rested lightly on the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair as I slurped on his rod. A light smile danced across his face, his eyes half closed with pleasure. I bobbed my head forward and back, taking his full length into my mouth. His cock was easy to suck, not because it was small or even average, even after these past months I still marveled at the size. No, it was easy because I was used to it. Having his dick inside my mouth felt like returning to some comfort zone. It was easy to get lost in the pleasure of swallowing his perfect cock. Jack, however, wasn’t going to be satisfied with just my mouth. After while he broke me out of my reverie and pulled me to my feet. He held me for a long moment looking right into my eyes, and then kissed me tenderly. His lips brushed against mine and lingered for a second before parting. His tongue slipped forward with less aggression than before. He had one hand on my cheek, the other on my shoulder as he pressed himself to me. I lay my naked body against his and felt the warmth of his flesh against mine. These moments had been happening more and more with Jack and Danny. Moments that weren’t about our lust, but felt tender and had a weight to them. A few days ago, Danny had kissed me softy as he left the pool after we’d set up the chairs. It hadn’t led to anything it was just a kiss. Yet, it felt like it meant something. It all felt like it meant something. A something that I refused to allow myself to imagine until it became true. Jack’s lips brushed against my neck and I quivered under his touch. “Thank you daddy,” I said in a breathless whisper. “For what?” “Taking such good care of me.” He took my chin in his hand and made me look him in the eye, “You’re our boy, we’ll always take care of you.” His kissed me again, then in one slick move swept me up into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. I was lightly deposited on the mattress, and then Jack swung my legs towards him. He spread them so he could move between them. He climbed onto the bed, his massive torso towering over me. I ran my hands over his chest, twisting my fingers into the hair. With my thumb nail I flicked lightly at his nipples, earning a low growl from the beautiful bear above me. My legs had swung up on either side of his shoulders, my knees were now pressed to my chest, and I felt the head of Jack’s cock brush against my slick hole. He bent down and kissed me, still with the same tenderness as before. He was smiling at me, a look of contentment etched across his face. “David, you know we mean it when we say we will take care of you right?” “I think so.” “Believe it. We will.” He pressed his dick forward. The pressure at my hole mounted. “Yes daddy.” “Good boy.” He pushed inside me. We both moaned. His cock slid home with no effort. My hole accepting him without resistance. This man had helped me learn who I truly am, and this cock being inside me had been no small part of that. It felt like home. My hole could have been completely dry and he still would have slid in with ease. I closed my eyes, laid my head back and let the pleasure of being fucked by Jack wash over me. Wave after wave of endorphins crashed around my body, sent careening about by the powerful thrusts of Jack’s dick. His hips forced him deeper and deeper, carving out my hole. It wasn’t a slow soft fuck, but it wasn’t aggressive either. Jack was fucking me hard, and powerfully, but also with passion. He kept his eyes locked on my face, taking in how my expression changed with each thrust. His arms were wrapped around my torso, and our chests were close together. I could feel his chest hair just tickling my nipples and he fucked me. My toes were curling. It didn’t matter how deep it had felt Adam had gotten, Jack’s cock hit spots inside me that he alone could hit. I locked my arms together around his neck keeping us close. He wetted his lips and pressed our mouths together again. Our tongues intertwined, now more frantic. Heat built up around his. The room felt hot. “God daddy, nothing feels as good as your cock.” “I know boy. Your hole is a perfect fit for my dick. It just welcomes me in every time.” “I could take you forever. It feels good to be a slut, but…” “But what?” Our mouths were less than an inch apart. His breath played across my lips as he spoke in a hushed whisper. “Being your boy is the best. It feels perfect. Its all I want.” “Good boy.” He gave me a few extra hard thrusts to hammer his point home. “Fuck me daddy!” “You know all you ever have to do is ask.” He pushed himself up and grabbed my ankles. Holding my legs spread wide he started to fuck into me deeper. A bead of sweat made a winding path through the forest of his chest hair. My eyes rolled back, and I started to whimper. My hole took his assault with practiced ease. I felt only pleasure. As he bucked deeper into my I felt a pressure in my stomach, a building ache like I had to pee. I knew this feeling. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. As the last bit of air left my lungs my orgasm erupted from my balls like a volcano. Ribbons of cum shot into the air, splattering down on my heaving torso where they became puddles and rivers across my body. I was shaking with the force of it, and all the while Jack kept a steady rhythm going. Slowly, as my orgasm subsided, Jack picked up speed. He grunted, and pressed my legs up towards my shoulders. He was hammering down into me. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my nerves made more sensitive in the wake of my own ejaculation. “Please daddy, please! Jack! Fuck me! Give me your load. Fill me up!” “Fuck boy… Jesus… Fuck… Take…” he reared forward, his chest thrust high, his hips buried into me. He flung his head back and let out a roar. I felt him shudder, and then throb. His member swelled inside of me as his balls tightened up to his body and then with the force of a fire hose expelled their contents. Heavy volleys of cum pumped into me. We were both panting as sweating. Jack gave me a few more slow thrust as the last of his cum was shot into me. I felt the heat from his load spread through my body. A blanket of satisfaction decided over me. It was like being wrapped up in the comfortable thought that this was my safe place, this feeling was never going to go away. Jack fell onto the bed next to me, still panting. He lay one large paw in the middle of my chest. His fingers played in the puddles of cum that had collected on my naked flesh. “Danny said we should do something special and official, and we still can, but,” he said, looking deep into my eyes, “I feel like you need to hear this.” “What?” “When we say you will always have a place here, we don’t just mean that figuratively, or lightly. You were only supposed to be here this summer while working for Sarah… and then… well… David, what I’m trying to say, and doing a rather bad job of it is this,” he propped himself up on one elbow, his other hand still on my chest drawing slow circles in the cum, “we want you to say… here. We want you to say here, and to offer you a job. Well, the job is just more of a formality and a cover for your family. But we want you to stay here with us. There’s an unused flat under ours by the pool that we want to do up and you can stay there… for as long as you want to stay with us.” “Are you serious?!” “Absolutely. You’ll still have your own place, and we’ll pay you well so you can do as you like, but we want to have a relationship with you. You’ve brought so much to our lives already, and its been amazing to watch you blossom over these past months. I can’t imagine not being here to see who you become over the next few years… decades. You don’t have to decide right now, but I felt it was important to…” “Yes! Absolutely, one hundred percent yes! I want to say! I want to be with you both! Oh my God you have no idea!” He pulled me into a kiss. His lips lay against mine and passionate electricity crackled between us. The thing I’d been feeling, that shift, that extra spark in our interactions exploded. It burst into being fully formed and perfect clarity. Romance. Feelings. Attraction. It was the extra things. I had fallen for these two, not just sexually, but romantically and they me. I’d never been in love before, but I was almost certain in that moment that this had to be what it felt like. My heart was thudding in my chest, and I felt like my mind was reeling. If this had been a cartoon little hearts would have been spinning around my head. Jack broke our kiss. His hand rested on my cheek. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled bigger than I’d ever seen him smile. “There is one thing though.” “What’s that?” I tried to sound like my stomach hadn’t just dropped ten stories. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Danny when we got together way back when. Just because we're together now doesn’t mean everything changes. I want you to still be the biggest slut you want to be. Keep fucking, keep exploring, keep pushing yourself; and most importantly of all, keep telling us your fantasies. We want to make all of them come true.”

Always like an uncle and nephew, two whores on the beach.

I fucked an Anon bottom and he had me park across the street from his place and said to wait until the guy in there came out and drove away.

Yum. I love cum dripping from a flooded hole

About 10 minutes ago. i feel like a rag doll. my ongoing Sweet FB. He is so fucking built, like every muscle in His body stands out, His arms are almost the size of my legs and the definition on them is so detailed? All that to say, He's an incredible force of nature and i don't know where He gets His marathon stamina. After sucking Him for about 15 minutes, He relentlessly pounded my hole for about 30 minutes. "Pounding" is an inadequate word. i feel so opened and sloppy, i feel like i just took five Cocks with five massive loads. i literally (involuntarily) whimpered half the time and couldn't keep from blurting how much i love Him (jesus, i wonder what He must think?). He obviously likes His power and effect on me, especially while He is fucking me... He verbally expresses affection and pleasure more and more while fucking me, and i wonder if He is maybe a little embarrassed after? idk, but the more He fucks me, the more often He calls and wants more it seems. He's not a talker... but actions speak louder than words in His case. Damn, i have a concrete slab to pour today, not sure i should go to Home Depot in this condition lol, gotta get myself together. i'm a fortunate and grateful guy.

You obviously have no clue about LGBTQ+ history going back in time, in the 1920's and early 30's when the Nazis seized power there was a thriving LGBTQ community the first to die and be imprisoned in concentration camps where were the trans and gays! Where do you think modern evangelical s and republicans got the idea from to exterminate us. I'm not drinking anything or smoking anything either, you most certainly are though. No one on the left or progressive is a fascist we are diametrically opposed to fascism unlike republicans and MAGAts who are suckling the teets of white nationalists and neonazis all while wrapped in the flag claiming to be "patriots" more like faketriots. SIT DOWN Bubba, no one wants to sleep with you bi sexual or not because your attitude sucks. Giving puberty blockers to trans kids is not harming them. they can't get hormones until they are teens or older and they certainly can't have sex reassignment surgery until the age of 18 and have two psychiatrists sign off on it. The trans communities fight for equality and acceptance is slightly different than gays and leasbians but aat the same time it is no more different. Just as the GAY AND LESBIAN fight for equality is slightly different than that of black Americans but yet no more different. If YOU can't see WE are all equal then YOU are the problem and see yourself out as you are not welcome at OUR table. Also the trans community does not hate the gays or bi's or lesbians, maybe they just hate YOU

Part 2 For the next few days things went mostly normal. My ass hurt most of the day after riding Vince. He had offered for me to ride it again but I wasn’t up to it nor did I really want to. Perhaps eventually I might want to try it again but my rational brain was telling me not to risk it. He had been getting a bit more familiar with me since then. Putting his hands in places where they shouldn’t go. Touching me with his dick whenever he got the chance. Poking my hole hear and there. The sort of stuff he used to do previously but now it happened with more frequency. I guess I really shouldn’t be too surprised about it. I sat on his cock, let him suck my toes and took a load of his piss up inside me. That sort of kink play would make his usual teasing seem fairly tame by comparison. Despite his previous statements he never actually went into my room while I was asleep and “finished the job“. He may be a kinky fucker who pushes boundaries, but he’s not a rapist. I wouldn’t continue to be his roommate if things got that out of hand. This morning I was still in bed sleeping. My alarm wasn’t set and I was hoping to sleep in. I felt something on my feet. Warm and wet. I slowly woke up and saw Vince was in my room at the foot of my bed, licking my feet. “Vince what are you doing?” I said half awake. It wasn’t like him to just come in here. “Good morning! Figured you’d enjoy a nice wake up call.” He continued to suck my toes. “Stop messing around. I’m not into that. I was hoping to sleep in.” Admittedly the feeling of a mouth on my toes felt good. So good I was starting to get hard. “Don’t be modest Mark, I saw your cocks reaction when I sucked your toes the first time. And I’m getting the same reaction now.” I forgot that I was sleeping in the nude. My hard on was on full display. Vince looked at it as he licked my feet. “Come on enough of that. I wanna get some more sleep.” I pulled my feet away from him and rolled to the side. Vince crawled on the bed and laid down behind me. I was wondering what he was up to then I felt his cock slide between my cheeks and press up against my hole. It was wet and slick. “Vince why’s your cock wet?” “That’s just lube, it’ll help slide up in you.” Vince rocked his hips, humping my ass. “You already had my ass three times.” “Those were just samples. Plus your ass should be fully recovered by now. Don’t you want to try and fit the rest of me in you?” He then gave jab forward and his head popped inside me. “Ugh, not right now man.” I was still groggy and tried moving away but he moved with me sliding in deeper. He started pumping it in back and forth. The lubed shaft sliding in easily. “Then just let me feel you for a bit.” I wasn’t in the mood to argue and it was feeling good. “Fine just for a bit.” Vince pushed in further and fucked my ass happily. “Yeah that’s good neg boy. Taking this old man’s dirty cock.” I didn’t appreciate the kink talk but I I figured it would be fine to let him has his fun for a little while. I’d need to get him out before he got too into it. Then Vince pulled my hips toward him and he leaned in more. He was sinking a lot more of his huge cock in me. “Ow that’s hurting. How deep are you going?” “10 inches and counting. You’re ass is doing a good job at taking me this time.” That much already? Wow I guess he really did a number on me when I sat on it. Vince reached around and grabbed my morning wood and stroked me. His hips didn’t stop humping my hole. I was fully awake now and enjoying my dick being rubbed. The cock up my ass was definitely helping. It was plunging away inside me and I could feel my insides getting bashed around. Vince was moaning and pushing in deeper. It hurt but it was manageable. I could feel it reaching quite a ways in then I felt Vince’s balls hit my ass. “Ah shit did you get all of it in?” “Not all. You’re round ass is lovely but it’s cushioning me from get those last few inches in.” His hips were now slapping my ass as he fucked. I was gritting my teeth as his length was stabbing away inside. “Can you fit the rest?” I asked not because I wanted Vince to fuck me but because I was genuinely curious if I could handle it. “Lift your leg.” He grabbed my leg and pointed it up in the air. Then he sat up and repositioned us where I was on my back and both my legs went up in the air then my knees were pushed towards my head. My ass spread and Vince was now fucking down into me. His cock continuing it’s assault. This position was very different. I didn’t have the cushion of my ass cheeks like before nor the control of sitting on it days ago. This was a more intense fucking. Vince’s monster cock dove down and up and back down. Every thrust felt like it was digging into my insides further and it was driving me crazy. His balls repeatedly slapped my ass as he came down on me. He must have been sinking most if not all of it in. His balls do sag low so that’s not the typical example of going balls deep for him. Then he started to speed up. I could tell he was getting close and wanted to shoot soon. “Ah! Vince you should pull out. That’s enough.” “You sure? I haven’t cum today yet. I was saving it for you.” “I don’t want your poz cum. Come on take it out.” I put my hand on his stomach and moved him away from my ass, his cock popped out with a moist sound. “It’s gotta shoot somewhere.” He then got on top of me and pointed his cock towards my face. He was furiously stroking it. “Here it comes. Open your mouth. I want you to swallow it.” “Get a towel or something.” He moved forward and jammed his head in my mouth. It went in deep and hit the back of my throat. “Aaagh! Fuck!” Is dick throbbed in my mouth and it blasted torrents of thick chunky cum. The flavor was intense, salty sour and meaty. It nearly made me gag. I had no choice but to swallow each blast in sync with his ribbons shooting almost like toothpaste squeezing out of a tube. I didn’t want it to get all over my bed. Vince put a hand on my head as he kept pumping his cock in my mouth. It felt like he was trying to force it down my throat, feeding his sick jizz directly into my stomach. I tried my best to swallow as much of it as I could. It seemed like it was never ending. It was making my stomach turn. But eventually it did calm down and he finally finished blasting down my throat. “Ooh fuck that was nice. Great job swallowing it. I almost thought you were gonna puke.” Once his dick was out of my mouth I coughed and caught my breath. I felt a little nauseous with my new impromptu breakfast stewing away in my gut. Vince’s cock was still semi hard and resting against my face. “Damnit Vince. Did you have to feed me it? Your cum is fucking potent as hell.” He kept sitting on my chest, rubbing my face with his leaking cock. “It was fun though. And you seem to enjoy it based on your hard on.” He each behind him and stroked my cock more. Yeah I was still hard but that was a given with the morning and all the stimulation I received. But I was still recovering from swallowing his load so I wasn’t in the mood for anymore of his mischief. I got up from underneath him and went to the kitchen since I was wide awake now. I was going to have some of the coffee left over from earlier but when I poured a mug I all of a sudden didn’t feel like it. It was my current stomach content that was spoiling my appetite. ‘I can’t believe I swallowed all that. I should have just let him spray my pillow. I can still taste it.’ I changed over to a glass of water instead. I think I was getting a stomach ache. Whatever was in Vince’s balls it was definitely not agreeing with me. I laid down on the couch to relax for a bit. My mind was going over all the things I had done with my poz roommate these past few days. I’ve taken his cock in my ass four times, once in the mouth, swallowed his cum, taken his piss, had my feet played with. This was getting out of control. We shouldn’t be doing these things. But it would be foolish to say I didn’t enjoy it a little. Sure Vince was a depraved wasting old guy but feeling that python jackhammer away was an experience I’d probably not find easily. And now I’m currently digesting a gut full of yellow cottage cheese he calls his cum. His ejaculate just isn’t normal. For a moment I thought it might have been better for him to shoot it up my ass, that way I wouldn’t have to taste it. But that would really fuck me over. Maybe if I offer to suck him off, he won’t try for my ass as much. Vince came out of my room and started rubbing my feet on the armrest. “You’ve come a long way Mark. I’m proud of you. How did my cum taste? Good right?” “Yeah it was good.” I lied. I wasn’t in the mood to argue but the foot rub did feel nice. “Glad to hear it. But I still want to breed your ass eventually.” He was now sucking my toes again. The feeling was nice and was arousing me a little. Then I said something without really thinking. “Vince I’ll suck you as much as you want. Maybe that will keep you away from my ass.” Vince stopped licking my feet and perked up. “Really? No taking this back now.” Before I could see what he was doing Vince was already slapping my face with his semi hard cock. “Suck it now since I all of a sudden have free range of your mouth.” I was already regretting what I said. I sat up and Vince pointed his dick towards my lips. I could see it getting bigger. He wanted to go again? “Come on open up.” “Now? But you already came earlier.” “I won’t waste an opportunity to make you my cock sucking slut. You don’t have to make me cum but I want you to get used to the taste of it.” Well shit. I said I would so I had to keep my word. I opened my mouth and Vince stuck it in. I sucked the head of his dick and worked some of it in. He looked at me approvingly. Previously I only had it in my mouth for a moment before he shot his load but now I was slowly nursing on it. His hips rocked back-and-forth with my head bobbing. I hope he wasn’t planning on getting all of it in. My ass was one thing. But I couldn’t fit 14 inches down my throat. His hip movements worked quite a bit of it in my mouth but he wasn’t trying to go too far. “That’s good Mark. Suck on that poz cock. Oof that’s nice. You were always so resistant to take my diseased dick. What would your father think he saw you sucking on a dirty old cock that could belong to your grandfather?” There he goes again with that kind of talk. But I knew Vince was a raunchy fucker. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying being able to bring me down several notches. Despite his dirty talk, I was able to enjoy sucking his dick. It was the biggest dick I had ever sucked or even seen so I would be a fool not to like it a little. I worked on his cock for like 10 or 15 minutes. Keeping my pace, matching with Vince’s face fucking. But now he was getting more energetic with it. I could taste his pre in my mouth. It seemed like he was building up to another orgasm. I said I would suck his cock but I wasn’t sure if I could handle another load of his tart thick cum. I could still feel his previous load in my stomach. “Oh yeah Mark. I’m going to shoot again. Be a good boy and swallow your breakfast.” He grabbed my head and fucked my face more furiously. I was starting to gag on it and having a hard time keeping my composure. Vince was grunting and I could tell he was about to blow. I really didn’t want to taste it again. “Fuck yeah! Fuck, aaah!” As Vince reached another ejaculation he slammed his hips towards my head as hard as he could and I felt his cock punch down my throat and enter my esophagus. The throat penetration hurt like hell and I couldn’t breath but his shaft kept sliding in. I could feel his cock pulsing rapidly and repeatedly as he was depositing directly into my gut. I was trying to struggle against him. Putting my hands on his hips and pushing away. But Vince was determined to get every inch of his length down my throat. He quickly got in all the way down to the base. Every inch of him was inside. My throat was on fire, I was suffocating. And his cock was still injecting it’s gross load into me. There was a pain at the top of my stomach once my face met with his hips. For all I know, the head of his dick might have punched into my stomach. His hands were on the back of my head pulling my hair into him and he was shouting with every spurt into me. I was getting lightheaded and felt like I was about to pass out. Vinces cock still throbbing in my throat. A dozen ribbons? Two dozen? I couldn’t tell. By the time it felt like his ejaculation was calming down to a stop and his cock sliding out of me my vision went black and I passed out. Probably not the Best position to be passed out. My bare ass lubed and stretched out exposed to a perpetually horny poz fucker who’s made it his goal to impregnate me one way or another.

Sorry, no chapter today. I'm currently traveling and don't have the availability. I did want to acknowledge that today is the 1 year anniversary of the first chapter of Will and Dom's journey, and I thank you all for your enthusiasm. It's been great seeing your messages, public and private, showing how much these characters turn you on. I always love hearing from you. Thanks, Heir2012

Fuck I'm jealous. One of my re-occuring fantasies is to be used as a seedbank by an infertile couple. Hubby will be fucking my ass while wife is milking my cock's fertile seed into her pussy. When the "Daddy" is ready to cum up my ass, I'm expected to cum on demand to impregnate the Mom. My gay dick used as a cum donor for straights. Fantasy still ... even if the couple isn't really trying to get pregnant. Damn I got hard from typing that!

My porn crush is the one and only BOBBY BLAKE! It’s too bad he performed during the 90s and early 2000s, where condoms were a thing. I would have loved to watch him unload his balls in a twink’s stretched out hole.

I didn’t have a choice, I was picked up by a 40 year old when I was 15, told me he was going to make me his pig bitch. Told me to strip, had me suck his cock until rock hard, shoved it balls deep in me pumped my ass until he filled it, let his friends fuck me. My mouth and ass was to be by any cock that he said can use me. He made me his dirty pig bitch for over a decade. The more degrading and humiliating turned me on that I loved being a dirty pig bitch.

Part 4 Stu: I came to and smiled back at Danny who was looking at me intently. If he didn’t have a big smile on his face, I would have thought he was pissed at me for fucking him. “You ok?” I asked and he replied “Hell, yeah.” He then asked if he was ok, since it was his first time with a guy. I laughed and then told him he was much more than “ok.” I told him I was sorry, but we weren’t going to get to do “more” today and he laughed. We talked and he asked some questions about things we did and how he could be better. About all I could offer was to keep practicing and find out what works best for him and to listen for cues from his partner. We got up from the bed a little while later and headed to the shower. I watched him drip a trail of cum across the floor and couldn’t help but laugh. He apologized and I told him that he shouldn’t - it was a sign that he got his partner off and that most bottoms consider it a badge of honor. I wasn't going to tell him about wet spots on the rear of his jeans as he walks home from a hookup or the baths. He would learn soon enough. We showered and I had him push out most of the cum in his ass. He looked a little sad as he watched it go down the drain. We found our clothes and put them on before walking back upstairs. “Thanks, Stu. You don’t know how much this meant to me” he said as we got to the door. “My pleasure, Danny” I replied. He gave me a big hug and a quick kiss and then turned to open the door. “Same time tomorrow?” I asked and he quickly responded “Oh yeah!” —— Danny: When Stu woke back up, he asked me if I was OK. I gave him an enthusiastic “Hell yeah” and then paused. I then asked him if I was a “good fuck, for my first time.” He reassured me that I was better than ok and I hoped he was being honest. I had never asked my sex partner how I was before and wasn’t sure if he was telling me the truth or telling me what I wanted to hear. I guess I would find out in the next few days. If he wanted to have sex again, I must have really been ok. If not, then I will know I sucked. We got up to go shower in the one he had set up in the basement. It was an open shower with no walls on it. There were several drains in the floor and a few shower heads. As I walked over there I could feel the cum drip out of my butt and down my legs. I tried to clench my butt to hold it all in but I couldn’t. Stu actually laughed at me and I told him I was sorry. He told me that it was normal and it was a good thing. Part way through the shower he told me to squat and push out the cum so it didn’t drip out on my way home and in front of my parents. I squeezed most of it out, but I wanted to keep some of it inside me. It just felt so good knowing I had another man’s seed inside me. We got dressed and when I got upstairs I sniffed to see if I could smell cum, but thankfully I couldn’t. I told Stu how much I appreciated him giving me my first gay sex experience. I gave him a hug and kiss and he asked me if I was going to come over the next day. I told him yes and then headed back home. I was really happy as I walked home, having one big question in my life answered. I was gay. Not bisexual, not straight. I was meant to have sex with other men. I would just have to figure out when and how to tell my parents and friends. My parents seemed to notice my happier than normal demeanor at dinner and even commented about it. I just told them it had been a good day with great weather and I was starting to get excited about heading to college. It seemed to satisfy them and they didn’t seem to notice my fidgeting in my chair during dinner from my aching hole. The pain was real and I know it got a lot of abuse earlier but I loved every second. —— Stu: It had been a while since I had taken a guy’s virginity and Danny had probably been the best. He was eager and seemed to enjoy whatever I tried. I was a little concerned when he had hugged and kissed me before he left. I hoped he wasn’t getting too attached and was thinking that we were going to have anything other than a sexual relationship. I guess we were already friends so maybe it would be a fuck buddy relationship. There was also the issue of the viral load I had just pumped into him. I'm not sure how potent it is, but there are a few more poz guys in the burbs now that I've moved here and stopped my meds. Up to now, the florist has been the most fun since he's a real slut that can never get enough dick and gets fucked by at least a dozen guys regularly, but I think he's on PrEP. Now I had Danny and while he was going to head off to college in 11 days, I needed to work quickly. I didn't want to share him with any of the locals since I know how much these people gossip. No, it would be my dick that would be spending most of the time in his ass for the next week and a half. I wasn't going to push him too fast, but soon he'd be taking multiple loads each day inside that fertile boy pussy. With any luck he'd be shooting his own potent seed in his first month at State. —— Danny: The next day, I was over at Stu’s house and we worked on the last bedroom. He suggested I take my shirt off right away and to take my shorts off too so I was just wearing my jockstrap. He said he liked looking at my nearly naked body and I told him he had to do the same. It felt good having someone want to see me naked. I wondered if he found me sexy or just liked to be around naked guys. We worked up a good sweat and ended up leaving the boxes for the trash in the kitchen since we didn’t want to parade outside nearly naked for the neighbors to see. At one point he pulled his phone out and snapped a few pictures of me. We got a little silly and took pictures like they do for the cases of porn videos. I was leaning against the wall with my ass pushed out, bent over the bed, foot on a box showing my spread butt. Stu even took a few more normal pics I could use for an online profile including a few nude pics. He really liked watching me stroke my cock to get it hard for another couple pictures. Stu looked at me and asked “Mind if I send a couple of these to some buddies of mine? I won’t show your face.” “Sure" I replied. He picked out three and then added them to a group chat on his phone. I saw a few of the other pictures that other guys had sent and they were really hot. The pics he sent were me bent over the bed, spread against the wall and a closeup of my bruised hole with a caption of “tapped this 20yo virgin yesterday.” I was proud that he wanted to brag about fucking me to his friends. A few minutes later a few messages came in. Stu showed them to me - “you gonna share?” “nailed him good" "can he walk?” and “I’m next.” “We’ll take a few action shots tomorrow. You should keep those hidden on the sites and send them out only to guys that are really serious about meeting” he told me. “Why tomorrow?” I asked since I was hoping we could fuck again that day. “I figured you would be too sore for anything today” he replied. I grinned back at him and said “I guess we’ll find out.” He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom. —— Stu: I was happy when he showed up the next day, eager to work. As much as I wanted to just spend the afternoon fucking his brains out, I didn't want him to think that was all I was interested in. I did want to see if he was up for more, so I suggested he work in just his jockstrap and flipflops. It proved easier than I thought, but he said he'd only do it if I did too. He looked hot walking around in just his jockstrap getting sweatier by the second. The pouch of his jockstrap was pretty full the entire time, so I knew he was turned on. We played around a little while we cleaned up one of the bedrooms. It was mostly grab-ass types of play, but we did suck each other for a minute or two and I got to rim his sweaty ass briefly. We took a break and were drinking some water when I suggested taking a few pictures for him to put up on his profiles. It didn't take long and we got carried away, taking campy photos like they use for porn promo shots. He looked damn hot sticking his ass out, stroking his cock, playing with his nips and sensually licking his lips. I sent him all of the pics and then asked if I could share a few of them with some of my buddies. He agreed without thinking much about it and I picked three good ones that were sure to get my friends eager to pound his ass. It didn't take long and there were replies in the group message and I showed them to Danny. He seemed surprised that my friends all wanted to fuck him. I also got a few private messages asking for more sordid details and one guy even offered me $500 to let him poz Danny. Gio was a little pissed when I said "no" and told him it was going to be my seed that does the deed and he'd already taken the first load. When we finished up cleaning, I told Danny that we could take some action shots the next day. He could send them out to guys he was interested in meeting to prove he wasn't just talking a good game. He asked why tomorrow and when I told him I thought he might be too sore to fuck today he gave me a wicked smile and said "Let's find out!" I didn't need to be told twice and I dragged him to my bedroom. I gave him a little push toward the bed and he eagerly jumped up and had his ass hanging off the edge. "Where'd you learn that move?" I asked and he quickly replied "I've been watching some porn trying to learn what to do." -- Danny: I had spent most of last night thinking about our fuck. At first, I worried about Stu not using a condom, but then I remembered how good it felt when he shot his cum inside me. I'd never get that feeling if he covered his cock. And then I wondered if a latex covered cock would feel like the dildo I tried. His bare cock went in a lot easier than when I tried to push that dildo in. Maybe those girls would have liked sex with me more if I hadn't used a condom. I had decided the feeling of a uncovered cock was worth any risks. Besides, I was sure Stu was experienced enough to know how to avoid getting any sexually transmitted diseases. My dreams that night were just replays of Stu fucking me and I woke covered in cum. I jumped on his bed and looked around. This time I knew a lot more about Stu than I did the last time I was in his bedroom and figured that Stu had probably fucked all of the guys in the pictures. I saw him set his phone down on the nightstand. I almost shot my load right away when he rubbed his damp, sweaty jock over my face. The only scent it was missing was his cum, but it had plenty of his sweat and a trace of piss. He stuffed the jockstrap into my mouth and then began licking my ass. The ring on his cock pushed against my hole and I relaxed, wanting to feel his dick back inside me. Stu didn't spend much time stretching my hole open, he just got my hole soaked in spit and drove his shaft in. I was still sore from the fuck the day before and he wasn't nearly as gentle as last time. I kind of liked it though and thought that he was now treating me like one of his usual bottoms. Maybe it was just me rationalizing it to alleviate my fears of being a bad sex partner. A few times he got too rough and I cried out. Each time, he would back off and try something different. It seemed like he was trying to make it just as pleasurable for me as it was for him. There was no reason that him pounding his bare cock into my ass should feel that good, but it did. We moved into a few positions, each making his cock jab into new places inside me. I knew my cock was leaking and was happy that it was mostly dripping on the floor instead of the bed. Stu laid on my back and I felt his sweaty chest stick to my equally sweaty back. He asked if I wanted him to cum in me again and I yelled out "Oh fuck yeah!" and "Please! Fill me up!" but the spit soaked jock that was in my mouth just turned it into nothing intelligible. A couple seconds later I just screamed out "MMM... HMM" and he seemed to understand that. He fucked harder and then started to shoot his cum inside me again. I could feel his cock pulse around my ass ring and it went on forever. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up so we were standing, his cock still deep inside me. Stu slowly pulled the spit covered jock out of my mouth and I immediately told him how good it felt. He asked if I wanted more and like a greedy puppy I told him yes. As much as I wanted to experience fucking a partner, I also loved the feeling of a cock drilling me until it filled my gut with cum. -- Stu: He was on his knees on the bed and gave me a little butt wiggle. It was cute to see how eager he was to be my fuck toy again. I clicked record on my phone's camera and set it down, leaning it against the picture frame I'd spent a half hour positioning to get a good view of a bed fuck. Peeling off my sweaty jock, I rubbed it over his face and then stuffed it into his mouth. I pushed him on to his stomach before slapping each ass cheek. Prying them apart, I dove in and was rimming his ass again. The day before he seemed to really enjoy it and I did too. Just like yesterday, the pleasure was secondary and my main goal was to give him just enough spit to let my dick get into him. The jock in his mouth was only partially successful in muffling his moans and I was happy the A/C was on and the windows were closed. Once he was slick, I climbed up his body and dragged my cock along the crack before entering him. I left the piercing laying on his hole a moment and then pushed in. It took another harder shove before my cock had driven past the outer ring and was now inside Danny's tight chute. Danny yelled out and I stopped, letting his bruised ass get used to my cock again. With only spit for lube, it wasn't going in as easy as the day before. I reached under him and started playing with his nips and barely a minute later he was pushing his ass up, trying to get more of my dick inside. The pause had let some of my precum coat his chute and I started plowing in. It took some work initially, but as he stretched out and got slicker I could fuck harder and deeper. About ten minutes later, I pulled him off the edge of the bed. His chest was flat on the bed, his feet flat on the floor and his butt was begging for me to shove my dick back in. I knew I should have been gentler on him, but I fucked him like most of the more experienced guys I did. When I got too hard, he did yell out, but he took it pretty well. The roughness of our fuck would make him more receptive to my tainted seed, too. I leaned over his back and continued drilling him. Now, I could feel his moans in addition to hearing them. "Getting close Danny, want me to breed you again?" I groaned into his ear. He tried to speak, but with the jockstrap still stuck in his mouth just gibberish came out. "What?" I asked, chuckling to myself. A distinct "MMM HMM" came out of his mouth. I pounded him harder and his moans gave way to grunts until I planted my cock into him and felt my cock shoot volleys of cum into his battered tunnel. My chest was heaving after I had finished breeding him a second time. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him with me as I stood up, my cock still inside him. When we were upright, I pulled my jock out of his mouth. "Oh fuck! I can't believe how good that felt. I didn't want it to end" Danny said. "You want more?" I asked, sounding very surprised. "Yeah I do. I mean... if you want to. I'll understand if I'm not as good as the guys you're used to fucking" he replied. -- Danny: It felt good to be filled with cum again but I wasn't sure why. He asked if I wanted more and of course I said yes but then told him I probably wasn't as good as the guys he was used to fucking. He laughed and told me I had nothing to worry about. "You're learning quick. Your eagerness just shows that you found your true self" Stu said. We laid on the bed a bit. I licked some of the cum off his cock and played with the piercing again. It was a challenge to keep my ass clenched shut to hold the huge load of cum he filled me with, but I loved the sloppy feeling. A little later, Stu crawled between my legs and pushed his stiff cock back into my cum filled hole. This time he was a lot gentler but my ass was really sore when a half hour later he growled and shot more cum inside me. We laid there a while afterwards and he saw me fidgiting, trying to not let his cum run all over the bed. He figured out what I was doing and a minute later was eating my ass again, trying to suck some of the cum out. I really wanted to keep it all in, but his tongue just kept digging more and more of it out. Stu suddenly stopped and moved back next to me and gave me a long kiss. When he pushed some of the cum into my mouth I was shocked. I had tasted my own cum a lot of times but this tasted a lot different. There was a little coppery taste to it and it seemed sweeter than mine too. We kept passing it back and forth, adding our spit each time. He pulled away from our kiss, leaving the cum in my mouth. "Swallow" he said to me with a grin. I savored the load on my tongue one last time and swallowed it down. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever done. "Lets go shower. You should get home soon. I don't want to piss off your parents" Stu said. We made it into the upstairs bathroom and he then told me I could empty the load in the shower. I told him "I want to keep it in until I go to sleep" and was unsure how he'd respond. He winked at me and told me to stay right there and went back to the bedroom. A couple minutes later he came back with a short dildo with a skinny part at one end before a wide base. Stu bent me over and pushed it into my ass and once the wide part was past my ring, it sucked itself the rest of the way in. "Bring it back tomorrow, but that plug should hold all of that cum inside until your body absorbs it" he told me.

After the massage he offered his shower. I picked my clothes and phone and went in and it had more erotic painting of men on his bathroom wall. I looked at them and they got me a little aroused. They were very sensual pics of nude men with thick cocks. I went in and started to take a nice hot shower when he came in and opened the door to the shower and asked if he could come in too. He said he had a lot of cum to wash off. Before he could step in, I leaned forward and licked all the cum off his stomach, he then pushed me on my knees and pushed his now semihard cock in my mouth. I gladly opened my mouth and suck on his thick cock. I managed to get most of it in my mouth and in my throat. He moaned and said, "Oh good boy, suck it.". I sucked more and got some precum running out. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way in and it hit the back of my throat and i gagged. He said softly," Relax and take it in". I went back down and relaxed my mouth and let it hit the back of my throat and took it all in. "Ohhhh thats its your mouth is like a tight pussy", he moaned. That was music to my ears. I wanted to more of his cock in my throat, i wanted it all including his balls. I sucked and swallowed it all. He in turn started doing a slow rhythmic pump in my throat. I opened my throat and took it in and learned to breathe to keep letting him fuck my mouth and then stuck my tongue out to lick his balls as they banged against my chin. Then he suddenly stopped pulled his hard thick cock out of my mouth with a huge glob of spit connecting with my mouth. He stood me up as if i was a rag doll then pushed my up against the shower wall pressed his body against my back and put his cock at my hole. I yelled, " No not without a condom please.". He pushed in and the head of his cock slipped in and with his left hand he grabbed my nipples and worked them over and his right hand grabbed my cock and started stroking it all the while nibbling at my neck. I couldn't help myself i just leaned back. In doing so 2 things happened. One is i slid further back on his hard pole and let out a moan, two is he got more access to my neck and started kissing and chewing on it and just melted. I turned my head we kissed and out tongues where widly doing a dance. All the while he kept pumping me. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah it feels so good. I never thought it could feel this good.", I said. "Oh yeah you like a bare cock in you don't you, you little whore.", he said. He kept pumping in me. It felt amazing to really feel his cock in me, pulsing, fucking me. Yet in the back of my mind i couldn't help worry about getting fucked bare. BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ BZZZZZ. What the hell.....oh my clock alarm on my phone went off. It was to remind me to pick up my friend from work. The alarm kept going off and it was loud and irritating. As so i pushed back and he stopped fucking me. I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and turned off the alarm. Having my head clear I told him that i have to go and pick up my friend. He was there stroking his hard cock, "You sure you dont want to jump back on and finish the ride?", he said. He could see the lust in my eyes. I said, "Yes i need to go". I can't tell you how difficult that was. I so wanted to be bent over and fucked hard, as my own cock was hard, but needed to go. I got dressed, left the money and told him thank you.

Grew up in the 90s with messages of safe sex with condoms, so anything without condoms naturally felt “unnatural”. But I hated condoms the hell out of it, putting them on was painful, killing the mood and horniness entirely. And while fucking I didn’t feel anything, I couldn’t tell the difference down there if I’m fucking a man or a wall … but since the fear of diseases remained, it became that much senseless, that I ended up hardly fucking anyone anymore, but only once in a blue moon. Then there was porn, I was thirsting for and painfully longing to be one of those men breeding inside of each other or tasting and swallowing the juices, especially since I loved tasting my own and hardly dared think of how someone else’s would taste. Then there was my first time bareback was with my Ex, in my last monogamous relationship where I felt safe. It was relieving to fuck without the stress of handling condoms. And I didn’t count on how it surprised me, how proud it would make me to know, someone else is carrying my seed. I learned to love to breed - and realized, I was in a monogamous relationship, where the sex was dying out. At this point I realized, my life was actually fucking me without condoms… Then came prep - my sincere and heartfelt thanks to all the scientists who made prep possible, and shout-outs to all the bottoms, who moaned their support and appreciation into my ears when I bred them, as well as to all those passionate shooters, whose juices I was honored to suck out and swallow and made me feel as if I was drinking from the holy grail. Still Can’t believe I never saw this awakening and addictive side of sex before. I’ve been sexually active for 20 years, but only since my late 30s, I was actually starting to experience “real” and natural sex, simply because it was bare. PreP became available here in Germany since September 2019, and I’m sure I had more sex throughout the following six months (until the pandemic started) than for the last 20 years altogether…

Please note I wish this was me. If anyone wants to help it become me please leave me a voicemail at 415 xxx-xxxx. Kyle was only a senior at suburban Chicago high school. He had just turned 18 and at 5’10” he had a solid, runner’s build. With his good looks he could get any girl (or guy) he wanted, but he hadn’t begun to explore his sexuality, he was a nerd (a very cute nerd, including the glasses) and was more into school and grades. Kyle was fortunate to have a loving mother, but since his father died when he was barley 13. He was without a male influence in his life at the most important stage in his young life, puberty. Even after his father’s death, Kyle was always able to come and go as he pleased. This became easier for Kyle when his mother gave him a car for his 16th birthday. It was common for Kyle to be out all night…that is as long as he let his mom know that he wouldn’t be home. On this particular Friday, Kyle was going to check out one of the major university in the city of Chicago. He drove into the city and parked his car in a lot a few blocks from the campus. He met with an admission counselor and took a tour of the campus. The tour was conducted by a current student at the school. After the tour Kyle was hungry and decided to grab a late lunch. He headed to the student union and grabbed a sandwich and, since he didn’t know anyone at the school, sat at a table by himself. There were student’s coming and going as he relaxed and ate his lunch. Soon a couple of older students, he guessed that they must be seniors, sat down with him. They introduced themselves. “Hey there, I’m Ricky and that’s my roommate Tyler.” As they shook hands Kyle introduced himself, “I’m Kyle.” Tyler commented, “We’ve never seen you here before, where’s a good looking guy like you been hiding?” “I’m not a student here, at least not yet…..I am going to start in the fall.” Ricky then said, “Right on! We’re having a few of our friends over for a party tonight, you should come over. Where are you spending the night?” “Well, I was just going to drive back home after I finished eating. I live in the northwest suburbs of Chicago.” The two college men invited Kyle to come over and spend the night. The way the two were talking to the high school senior he felt like he couldn’t refuse. He had been to his share of high school parties with beer and pot. He knew he could control himself as to not make a fool of himself in front of a group of college students. “Sure, that sounds like it will be a lot of fun. I figure I will get to make some good friends here before I classes start this fall.” “Right on!” exclaimed Ricky. Kyle finished eating and the three left. As Kyle followed behind the two older college men he called and left a message for his mom that he was hanging with a few college guys and wouldn’t be home till the morning. He always felt a little sheepish, but maybe at this party he could break out and be more of a leader. After a good walk the three came to an old apartment building. Kyle followed the two other men as they climbed up to the top floor and he wondered to himself why the building looked to have four floors but they lived on the third floor. His curiosity would be answered cause as he was led into the only apartment on the top floor he discovered that they lived in a unit intended for the building’s owner. The main floor had a decent kitchen, a large living room with a den and a full bath with there were four bedrooms up stairs. “Just you two live here?” “It will be just us two this summer, in the fall we usually look for a few guys to occupy the other bedrooms” Tyler told him. Ricky offered Kyle a beer and they all settled in the living room to watch the Cub’s game. The three sat on the large sectional couch across from the 60” plasma with Kyle between the two roommates. The sectional was big enough so they had adequate space between each as to not make Kyle uncomfortable. Kyle drank his beer slowly and as he did he began to feel warm. He noticed that Ricky and Tyler had slipped their shirts off and were now just sitting in their cargo shorts. These two had great bodies with well defined pecs, arms and flat abs….Kyle felt a little self conscious about removing his shirt. Tyler made the suggestion, “Make yourself at home, get comfortable.” They could tell that Kyle was not comfortable about taking his shirt off and made the suggestion, “Kyle, it get’s warm in the apartment, why don’t you slip your shirt off…I’m sure you’ll feel cooler with it off.” It seemed like Kyle took that as a command as he removed his shirt to reveal his lean, thin build. Ricky helped boost Kyle’s self esteem, “Kyle you got a nice body for a young dude. I can see a lot of potential for you. You work out at all?” “A little….I’m more into my studies then working out. I run a lot though.” “What do you think Ricky, with a little work and our guidance we could make something out of that body of his.” “Right on!” Ricky agreed. “You really think I could be built like you?” Tyler told the shy teen, “Sure we do.” This brought a smile to Kyle’s face. He drank more of his beer and began to feel warmer and a little horny. Here he was with two good looking guys watching the Cubs and he was getting hard. He did his best to hide his growing erection, but it was not able to and soon both Ricky and Tyler noticed and knew it was time to launch their plan. Hey slid in closer to Kyle and Ricky put his hand on Kyle’s thigh as Tyler put his arm around the teen. Kyle was not quick enough to protest….he actually felt comfortable with what the two were doing. Before Kyle knew it Tyler removed his glasses and was pulling him in for a kiss while Ricky moved his hand up his leg into his shorts. This was all new to Kyle; he had never been with anyone sexually except himself. He figured he’d go with it, and if he didn’t like it then he’d know he wasn’t gay. But he was discovering that he did like the way these two hot studs were making him feel. He felt his senses going into over load as Ricky played with his seven inch cut cock and Tyler’s tongue probed into his mouth. It didn’t take long before Kyle’s shorts and boxers were on the ground. Ricky began to lick and suck Kyle’s cock as Tyler pulled Kyle down to his crotch. As Tyler held his head down he moved his cargo shorts down revealing a nice eight inch cut cock. Tyler urged - no, commanded Kyle lick his cock, “Lick my cock, lick it from the base to the tip.” Kyle was in virgin territory and did was he felt was right, just follow their directions. The last thing he wanted the roommates to know was that he was a virgin. Kyle’s lack of experience showed when Ricky told him to suck Tyler’s cock. He wasn’t sure what to do and did the best he could just getting the tip in his mouth. “Watch the teeth Kyle!” Kyle pulled off for a second, saying “Sorry.” Ricky could tell that Kyle was about to cum and the two didn’t want that just yet. He pulled off Kyle’s cock and came up to kiss he lover, Tyler. The two roommates whispered to each other as Kyle continued to try and do his best to suck Tyler. Tyler asked, “Is this the first time you’ve ever sucked a guy’s cock?” Kyle kept stroking Tyler’s cock as he lifted his head and attempted to deny this fact. Ricky let him know, “It’s ok if you’ve never done this before. We can teach you, we can teach you a lot.” Kyle felt more at ease and admitted the truth, “Yeah, I’ve never done this before….I’m a virgin.” Tyler asked, “So, you think you’re gay?” “I don’t really know….I’ve never been with a guy - or girl." “It’s ok”, Ricky reassured him, “Let’s head up stairs and get comfortable and we can teach you everything.” They headed up the stairs, stark naked, and went into the master bedroom. There Kyle sat down as Tyler stepped into the bathroom for a second. When he returned he had a bottle of poppers, a few white and blue pills and something else that Kyle couldn’t see. Kyle asked, “What are the pills for?” Tyler told him, “The blue ones will keep you hard and horny,” Ricky said, “The white one will relax you.” Kyle naivety showed, he figured that these guys knew what they were doing, they wouldn’t hurt him. He swallowed the pills. “What’s the little brown bottle for?” Tyler said “Those are poppers, they also help relax you when you sniff them” as he opened the bottle and took a couple deep hits in each nostril. He then handed the bottle to Ricky and he did the same. They then handed the bottle to Kyle and he didn’t even hesitate when he took his hits. Kyle’s head was spinning. The ecstasy was beginning to kick in as the poppers hit him hard. The roommates knew that they had him right where they wanted him. Before Kyle knew what was happening Ricky grabbed his left arm and Tyler stuck him with a needle. The next thing Kyle felt was a warmth rush up his arm and felt it difficult to breath. He coughed out a couple times. He heard a ringing in his ears and felt as if he was floating. When he started to gain a comprehension as to what was happening….he was on his back with his legs on Ricky’s shoulders. He looked up at Ricky as he began to realize that he was being fucked. Kyle didn’t say a word, he simply moaned out in pleasure to what was happening. Tyler was over his head and as Kyle came around, Tyler began to feed Kyle his cock. Kyle eagerly sucked it down and, with the position he was in, took it down his throat. With a free hand he reached down to feel Ricks cock sliding in and out of his ass when he made a startling discovery….Ricky was not wearing a rubber. For a brief moment Kyle panicked, he remembered all the lectures and videos he watched in health class on STD’s and safe sex, but after Tyler shoved the poppers back under his nose forcing him to take some deep hits. His head was spinning as he heard the two college studs talking. “Ricky, this fag can make us some good cash over the next four years.” “Right on! With some good training and the proper encouragement he’ll be a perfect addition to our crew. Hey Ty, how much did you give him?” “Close to two quarters.” “That’s a good start, we got to get him hooked so he will be depended on us.” Kyle barely heard yet understood what the studs were talking about. “I’m getting close Ty….he’s got one hot ass here.” “Breed him bro, breed his virgin ass.” Ricky looked down at Kyle and told him, “Look at me, keep those baby blues on mine.” Tyler pulled his cock from Kyle’s mouth, “There’ll be plenty of time to teach you to suck cock and swallow cum.” Kyle looked up at Tyler as he spoke and was reminded, “LOOK AT ME BITCH!” as he felt a hand slap him across his face. He looked up at Ricky. “I want you to remember this, always look at the John’s eyes when he fucks you, ESPECIALLY WHEN HE IS ABOUT TO CUM IN YOUR ASS!” Kyle had his eyes locked on Ricky as he heard him start to moan and grunt. He punctuated each thrust with a grunt. Then it happened, “FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!! I’M BEEDING YOUR ASS, YOUR VIRGIN NEG HOLE. IT BELONGS TO ME NOW!!!” As Ricky’s orgasm concluded he ground his cock inside Kyle’s formerly virgin hole making sure that every ounce of his seed was massaged into his gut. Ricky pulled his still hard cock out of Kyle and he was quickly replaced by Tyler’s. “MY TURN TO CLAIM YOUR ASS AS MY OWN!” Tyler exclaimed as he rammed the entire length of his 8” cock inside the teen. With the change in position he was able to get a good look at the cock that had taken his virginity and probably his health. Ricky’s cock was the same length as Tyler’s, but uncut. Since Tyler had his cock down Kyle’s throat he had already worked his balls to near boiling point. He began to breath heavier as Kyle could feel his cock thicken. Kyle had his eyes locked on Tyler as the stud reached the point of no return. “UH, UH, UH, TAKE MY CHARGED CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!” And Kyle was filled with his second load of poz cum. Kyle was taking his second load of poz cum of the afternoon and he was loving it. He knew from that point on he was gay. Over the next few hours he would take more loads from the two studs who had shown him how wonderful gay sax could be. All his life he would jerk off trying to think of a hot chick from school or a sexy super model. But now he knew his true self, his real sexual desires were being satisfied. Tyler was fucking Kyle when he said to Ricky, “This bitch is gonna bring in some good cash.” “Hell yeah Ty, once we get him built up a bit he’ll be a good addition to our corral.” “Look’ like he needs another slam.” “Yeah, you’re right Ty. I’ll go get him one, I think he’ll be ready for the ‘DP’ after that.” “Right, I’ll flip on my back,” Tyler picked Kyle up and flipped over on his back without pulling out of their fuck toy. “That’s it, just rock back and forth a little while Ricky gets you a little something to keep you feeling good.” Ricky returned and promptly gave Kyle another slam, this one stronger then the first. Kyle couldn’t sit up any more and laid down on Tyler’s chest immediately after the removal of the tourniquet as the drugs moved through his body. “OH FUCK!” escaped Kyle’s mouth as he lay on Tyler’s chest. Ricky didn’t waste any time and crawled up behind the drugged teen and slid his cock in along side that of his buddy. A louder “OH FUCK!” came from the drugged up boy. Kyle never knew his as could stretch that far, but as he accommodated the two cocks within him he felt an immense pleasure deep in side. Ricky and Tyler set about fucking into Kyle with such animalistic vigor the two studs knew that the teen would not escape their grasps as their new commodity. Kyle could only moan as he took the hard fucking of two cocks at the same time. Tyler and Ricky had an ability to sustain themselves when they double fucked a willing cunt and Kyle was no exception. Kyle took the simultaneous pounding for well over an hour before they shot their loads. Ricky was first (and in his position it was easier for him) to pound away at Kyle’s well stretched ass. There were a couple times he pulled out to the tip and rammed back in their new boy. He looked into Tyler’s eyes as he shot his load. Once Tyler felt his buddy’s cock spasm his thrusting picked up and he shot his load. The three sweaty body’s lay upon the bed as they each collected their breath. Tyler’s cock slipped out first followed by Ricky puling out. They pushed Kyle on his back and took a good size dildo to the boy’s hole, making sure to work their poz jism deeper into the drugged up boy. They were satisfied that their DNA was working its way within Kyle’s blood stream when they saw a red tinge on the end of the dildo. The dildo was removed and a large butt plug replaced it within the teen’s gapping hole. Ricky leaned in close to Kyle and told him, “You’ve been a good boy so far, but now it’s time to learn to suck cock and swallow cum. The rest of our ‘crew’ will be here soon and you will suck each one of them off.” Tyler added, “I’m sure they will love the opportunity to cum down your throat.” A naked Kyle was helped down to the living room as Ricky and Tyler pulled their cargo shorts and shorts back on. They made Kyle drink Gatorade (laced with G), as he watched bareback porn on the 60” plasma as they made sure he did not stroke his semi-hard cock. They could tell that the Viagra he took was not working as well as he was slowly getting Tina dick. Tyler commented, “Another good slam and he’ll be as limp as a wet noodle” as he went to administer a third slam to the drugged up fuck toy. “There ya go boy, you feeling good?” Kyle was in heaven. He had never done drugs before, not even a beer, and now he had been given 3 slams of crystal meth. All he could doo was nod yes as he was in a drugged up haze. His semi hard erection had become a shriveled up two inch boy clit, but he was horny as fuck. Kyle begged, “Please fuck me, I need to be fucked, please.” He was left, not allow to touch himself as he waited. Soon a couple young guys came through the door. They looked to be no older then Kyle, about 18. There was Jim, Bob and David. They almost had the same build as Kyle except for the fact that these three were a bit more muscular. The three were told “Kyle here is your new ‘brother’ and he wants to learn how to give a proper blow job. You will each get your reward once he has swallowed each and ever load you can give him. And remember, you can’t fuck him. We’ll be watching.” Jim was the first boy that they brought into the stables. He was a former high school wrestle and used to be straight when they drugged and thought him the joys of gay sex. After his indoctrination Jim broke up with his pregnant girlfriend and went to work for the roommates. There were a couple of boys after Jim, but one ran off with a ‘John’ and the other got killed. Then Bob was easily recruited into the stables. His father kicked him out after discovering he was gay and a drug user. He easily fit in with working as one of their male whores. The last one was David, he was a lonely gay boy in Chicago and found acceptance from the group. He was resistant at first to working for them, but after converting and testing poz he knew he had no place to go. Ricky and Tyler promised to take care of him. The two roommates did take care of their boys. They gave them a place to live, clothes, food, gym memberships and most important thing of all, AIDS medication. The three escorted Kyle up to one of the other bedrooms. The only furniture in this room was a couple mattresses on the floor and a dimly lit lamp in the corner. There was also a night vision camera in one of the corners so that the roommates could watch the three teach Kyle to suck cock. Jim said, “If you listen to us and do as we tell you, you will have no problem sucking any size cock into your throat, and with Bob’s length you might even get his cum to bypass your mouth and go directly down your throat.” Jim was first, by seniority, and dropped his shorts. He pulled Kyle’s head into his crotch. “Just lick it for now, lick from my balls to the tip of my cock.” Kyle began to work his tongue all over Jim’s cock and balls. And with the T and G in him he was really getting into this. It didn’t take long for Jim to get hard. Then Jim told his cock sucker, “Open your mouth and suck it in, and remember to watch your teeth. No ‘John’ likes his dick scraped by a boy's teeth when he’s getting sucked.” Kyle did just as he was told, and he was sucking his first cock. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Work my pole with that mouth of yours.” Jim hadn’t been allowed to cum on almost a week and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed Kyle's head to make sure that he wouldn’t pull off, looked down at Kyle and told him, “Make sure you show the camera the cum in your mouth before you swallow ever drop.” Jim then began to pant as Kyle felt his cock thicken in his mouth, then “OH YEAH!” Jim shouted out as he fired a weeks worth of cum into Kyle’s mouth. Jim made sure that Kyle showed his open mouth to the camera so that their pimps could see the fresh cum in his mouth before he swallowed it down. Kyle didn’t have much time to catch his breath as David pulled Kyle between his legs. David grabbed his cock sucker’s head and forced the length of his tool to the back of his throat. With Jim at his side, Kyle was coached on how to breathe, work his tongue and his mouth on a cock to give the best blow job known. David just sat back as his balls boiled to overflow and soon Kyle was eating his second load of cum. Kyle finished to look up at Bob stroking a massive nine inch cock, bigger then what the roommates had. Kyle was trying to figure out how he’d get that in his mouth when Jim encouraged him, “Just remember what I told you about breathing through your nose and to relax.” Kyle crawled on his knees over to Bob and began by licking his balls. Bob kept stroking as Kyle worked his tongue up the shaft to the tip as Bob moved his hand to the back of Kyle’s head. Ricky and Tyler watched on the group on the plasma knowing that this was going to be a brutal face fuck. Kyle was not prepared for Bob’s cock. He thrust his massive nine incher deep into Kyle’s throat. Since their working boys aren’t allowed to fuck, this is Bob’s way of working out his frustrations. Kyle’s eyes welled up with tears as his throat took a rough fucking similar to that his ass took earlier. With Jim’s instructions and encouragement and his own determination, Kyle was able to accommodate the cock in his throat. Bob was one to take a long time no matter when he shot last. He was a brutal top that was turned into a whore bottom. When he got this rare chance to use his dick, he made the most of it. Kyle quickly learned to relax his throat as Bob rammed his shaft in and out of his mouth. Kyle did his best to put up with the face fucking and just as his jaw began to get sore he felt the cock in his throat began to swell then spasms as Bob was delivering his load directly into his gut. Bob pulled back a bit to give Kyle the last few spurts before smacking him across the face with his still hard cock. “I fucking wish I could breed this bitch! I’m still fucking hard.” Just as Bob finished talking the bedroom door opened up and in walked Ricky and Tyler. Ricky asked, “Nice job boys, you think this bitch will be ready to work the party tomorrow night?” “I’m sure with some personal tutoring I can have him ready Boss”, Bob was quick to say. But he knew he had no chance of fucking the new kid. The boys were there to be fucked and to suck the various guys who paid their way into the party. “OK boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your John’s.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Ricky. “Ok, boys, Tyler has your work assignments for the night. Remember, cash up front and we know how much you will be getting for each of your Johns.” The boys left the room leaving Kyle on his knees in front of Ricky. “We need to get you ready for the party tomorrow night. Your ass will bring a nice price with you being fresh meat.” Tyler came up stairs after giving the working boys their assignments for the night. They then took Kyle into one of the bedroom that they used as their party room. This room was well equipped with a couple slings and a fuck bench. Along one wall were a number of dildos of various shapes and sizes and an assortment of butt plugs. The opposite wall had ropes, chains and other restraints some of which Kyle had never seen before. There were a couple of flat panel TVs hanging in two of the corners of the room playing bareback porn. They put Kyle in the sling and placed his wrists and ankles in restraints. He had a perfect view of the TV’s from where he lay. Ricky told him, “You’ll spend the rest of the night here watching porn. The hunger to be fucked will grow in side you all night until you beg to be fucked. Then you will be left here long after that point to think about your purpose here and how you will serve us.” Kyle was given a small slam. Kyle felt a hunger and a need to be fucked at any end. All he knew was that he needed cock inside him as he watches the porn on the screen. He noticed that the guys getting fucked in the porn looked familiar. Then he recognized them as Jim, Bob and David. Every hour either Ricky or Tyler came into the room and gave Kyle some G laced water to drink and a small slam to keep the hunger of being fucked within him. After almost six hours of mini-slams and G, Kyle was begging to be fucked. When the roommates came in to give Kyle his next “dose” they knew he was almost theirs. They ignored him as he drank down the water and took his slam without protest. After the roommates left Kyle, Ricky commented, “It won’t be long until he is hooked on meth.” Tyler added, “Yeah, and raw cock and cum.” The roommate continued to give Kyle the same doses over the entire night and as daylight began to fill the apartment they entered the room to find a docile boy ready to submit. Kyle pleaded, “Please, I need to be fucked. I can’t take it anymore. I need cock in me. I need to suck cock.” Ricky asked, “Kyle are you ready to go to work for us?” Kyle didn’t even hesitate, “Yes sir, I will work for you as long as I get fucked right now.” Tyler said, “Very well then.” Ricky pulled a very large dildo off the wall, “If you can take this down to the base we will let you out of the sling to rest up for tonight’s festivities.” The dildo was a horse cock dildo, 13” long and 8” around. “Please give it to me.” Ricky and Tyler applied a generous amount of Crisco to the dildo and Kyle’s ass. Tyler commented on how loose Kyle’s hole felt and that this might not be much of a challenge. The tip slipped in easily, but then they had some resistance as the dildo began to slide in side Kyle’s hole. Ricky and Tyler were experienced enough to manage this resistance and put a bottle of poppers beneath Kyle’s nose telling him to breath in deep. As the poppers took effect the resistance faded and before they knew it, half of it was inside the teen. Now they had the internal ring to negotiate. Again they gave Kyle the poppers as the dildo was turned and wiggled past the internal ring. It took some doing but it finally “popped” through and after a good 45 minutes of work the dildo was down to the base. The roommates fucked the teen with this dildo for a good ten minutes ensuring he was opened-up. Ricky praised his new working boy, “Very good Kyle. Now you’re ready for a fist.” In his drugged up hazed he was a little perplexed. He thought to himself, ‘A fist? Why the hell would anyone want a fist put in his ass?’ Before he knew what was happening the dildo was quickly pulled from his hole. He felt so empty, still having a need to be filled. Tyler began to finger Kyle’s loose and sloppy hole. And before Kyle knew what was going on, he had Tyler’s fist inside his rectum. He felt full again, but he had no clue as to how full he’d get as Tyler began to work his fist deeper inside his hole. Kyle had no view to see what was going on until he realized that the activities were on the TV screen above them. He watched with disbelief as Tyler’s forearm sunk into him down to the elbow. Ricky let Kyle know, “We’ve always needed a special boy for some of our special clients. I think you will work out well.” Kyle leaned his head back and enjoyed the fisting he was getting. Then Tyler pulled his fist from Kyle’s hole and his restraints were untied from the chains. They took Kyle to an open space on the floor and attached his ankles and wrists together. His ankles were attached to the floor and his wrists were attached to a rope suspended from a beam over head. His arms were stretched up over his head. What Kyle didn’t know was that as Tyler fisted him he also administered a generous booty bump that would make his ass even more hungry for cock. Ricky then asked, “How badly do you want to be fucked?” “Please, I need to be fucked.” “What will you do to get cock in you, boy?” “I’ll do anything you want me to do, please fuck me!” “Gag him Ty.” Tyler placed a ball gag in Kyle’s mouth as Ricky pulled a paddle off the wall. He then began to smack Kyle in the ass over and over again as he hung there. “Remember boy, you said you would do anything, and this is what we need a boy who we can pimp out to out leather clientele.” Kyle took a good smacking for nearly 15 minutes. He wasn’t able to stand up as he was hanging by his wrists. After a few more minute of smacking his ass, they knew Kyle had had enough. They lowered him down and moved him over to the fuck bench where they each fucked another load into his well stretched ass. Tyler said, “Let’s go boy, we need to get you cleaned up and let you rest up before tonight’s events” as they led Kyle to the shower up stairs. It wasn’t a regular tub style shower. It looked more like the kind you’d find in a locker room with a couple shower heads along one wall. Ricky told Kyle to get on his knees and open his mouth. He then placed his soft dick in Kyle’s mouth. Kyle thought he was going to suck Ricky’s cock when Ricky told him, “Don’t think about sucking my cock. I am going to give you something to drink.” Ricky then began to piss into Kyle’s open mouth, “Do the best you can to swallow as much of my piss. It is an honor to get to drink a guy’s piss.” Kyle did his best, although some spilled out of his mouth, he drank most of it down. Then Tyler stepped up and placed his soft cock in Kyle’s mouth and gave him his piss. Kyle did better with Tyler’s piss then he did with Ricky’s. “Hey Rick, he’s a fast learner.” “He sure is. Now let’s get him cleaned up and fed so he can rest up for tonight.” They then had Kyle shower off and helped him with a shower shot to douche out his stretched out hole. They then gave escorted him down stairs and fed him. Kyle was still horny, but as least he as fed and cleaned up. They all sat down in the living room to watch some TV. As the T and G in Kyle system wore off he fell asleep and slept all afternoon. When he woke it was starting to get dark out. The working boy’s were back and they nudged Kyle to get up and ready for the guests. The four hustlers headed up stairs. They all stripped down and went into the play room where Ricky and Tyler were waiting. Each one was given a couple pills, one was am ecstasy and there were a couple Cialis to keep the boys rock hard and horny for the guests. Then each boy was given his slam to start the night off. Jim, Bob and David wandered off to different parts of the room to wait. After Kyle got his slam he was helped into the sling and given some extra Cialis. The roommates told the boys that Kyle was to be in the sling all night. Anyone one wanting to seed his ass had to pay extra since he was new to the crew. As the night went on Kyle took loads from all the guests. He was fucked by old, fat trolls, young hotties, big dick black guys, harry Latinos. All in all he took at least a load from every customer there. It was knows which guys were poz and which were neg, but all Kyle knew was that he was getting what he wanted: cock and cum in his ass. In his drugged up haze Kyle knew he found his place as a male prostitute.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" he chided as I got up, pulled on some sweats and strode to the door. Tanner furiously stuffed his throbbing cock back into his pants, pulled his shirt back down and sat back on the couch, trying to look like nothing was happening - pretending to watch T.V "Don't worry man" I said, throwing my head back to shoot him a big grin, "You're already fucking mine" I whispered so he didn't hear. Jake was outside; a large overnight bag thrown over his shoulder and a huge grin on his face. "Come in bro" I said, motioning to the big room behind us with my cock as it tented in the jockey fabric of my sweats. "Nice" Jake said, meeting me in a deep, passionate kiss out of Tanner's line of sight. Jake was such a hottie - I felt up his tight, swimmers torso under the fabric of his polo. "We gonna get this party started?" I asked as we broke our kiss. Jake nodded at the heavy bag over his shoulder and flashed me an evil grin. "Good boy...let's go get this jock tweaked" I whispered in his ear, shutting the door behind him. I felt Jake exhale - raditating a deep desire to initiate his hot little friend into the party-fold. Jake walked straight into the kitchen with his stuff, calling out to Tanner as I returned to the jock's side, still shirtless and tenting: "Hey man" Jake called, "Got the booze - bringin the noise man, what you boys been upto?" Dace was still visibly flushed with sex and still trying to conceal his erection.. I shot him a wink as I joined him on the couch - trying to tease him into a kiss but, getting nothing. Tanner tried to wriggle some distance between us as he answered: "Chillin' man. We've just been, chillin" Jake smiled to himself in the kitchen as he loaded a cap of my potent G into one of the sweet, sugary drinks he'd bought at the market: one capful is usually all it takes to get a jock-boy good and hungry for some raw dick, pushing those boundaries far enough to make them receptive to even darker suggestion. However, no matter how hard you try, there's always a gross after-taste to the stuff I get. It's good but, boy does it taste like crap. Luckily, sugar goes a long way to making it better - not to mention the fact that those cheap, alco-pop flavoured drinks are gross to begin with. Jake popped a bottle of amyl into his pocket and sauntered into the living room as I got up to replace him in the kitchen - I wanted to collect a few 'props' of my own from my play-bag but, also see if Jake could take the next step in his education and chem up his perfect friend alone. Tanner was still in a state of agitation, nearly being outed as a bottom-boy fag had really got to him - he grabbed the drink Jake offered him, downing the tumbler full of chem-pop in one, long hit. He slammed the glass on the little table next to him and scrunched up his face like he'd taken a hit of strong whisky: "dude, what the fuck was that?" He blurted as the taste hit him. Jake looked down at the pinkish liquid in his glass, trying to conceal a giant smirk: "Raspberry-Nado" he said, remembering the label. Tanner squirmed, shaking his tongue in the air. "I know, I know" Jake said sipping on the 'same' drink - "It's fucking gross dude but, it gets you totally fucking blitzed...Honestly, I've already had one on the way over - it gets better the second time, promise" Jake said, handing Tanner his own drink and shouting to me in the kitchen to 'bring more booze'. I smiled to myself - Jake really was a hot little find, a real dom-top, chemslut in training. He was a natural and I couldn't help but be so proud for having brought that out of him so young and perfect. He'd corrupt so many fucking boys - he had all the hallmarks of becoming a man no boy could resist.