Leaderboard

This week in the Dutch news it's been announced that thanks to PrEP infection rates have dropped by 95% per cent. 200 people are said to have caught the virus in 2010. In 2022 that rate is reported as being 9 people. As a result of this PrEP will be rolled out from August 2024 and available to all who want it, providing they can afford the 30 euro a month for it.

I fuck bare. I shoot deep inside. No pull outs ever. I turn down covered fucks and guys wanting bb but pull outs. I want you to take my seed and keep it inside as long as possible. The bottoms I fuck desire seed. They work for it and will get it from me. Sometimes more than one load! It’s so natural!

Chapter 1 - So it begins My friend Dave decided he wanted to do something special for me for my birthday. We’ve played together a lot in the past and had only recently started partying together. The last time we met, we smoked a good amount, and he fucked me, bred me and played in my ass. For the birthday event, he told me to plan for a few days of time off since he wanted to get me really spun. I was able to get a few days off from work, so I told him we’d be all set. I did a deep clean in the morning and a touchup later. Dave told me to show up at his house around 8. He has a playroom in the basement, with a sling and fuck bench, lots of toys, and some fetish clothing. The basement has a door to the outside at the back of his house. I got there, and Dave and I went down to the playroom. I stripped down to my Nasty Pig jock. Dave wanted me to wear one of his harnesses, so I slipped that on too. He had a pipe packed already so we lit the torch and started taking some deep hits. Dave can get hard even when he’s spun, so I hopped in the sling and put my feet in the stirrups. Dave rimmed my ass for a while, getting me ready for his cock. He has a great cock for my ass. It’s not really long, about 7”, but it’s really thick. He knows how to get my ass ready for his thickness before he shoves it in and then he can fuck for a long time. He has a nice hairy chest and a trimmed beard so I like that I can watch him as he fucks me deep. After a good rimming session, Dave decided that we should get a few more hits in so that I was really horny for his dick. He propped up my head so that I was able to stay in the sling while we smoked. After a few hits, we were both flying high. Dave put down the pipe, slid a freshly opened bottle of poppers within my reach, and stepped between my legs. While we gazed into each other’s eyes, he slowly slid his well lubed cock in my ass. Since he had rimmed me before, I was pretty opened for him. Dave really knows how to fuck. His cock has a nice mushroom head, so he’ll pull almost all the way out, then hold it there to stretch my hole before driving it back in to me. He changes the rhythm, and I can switch up my position in the sling so that his cock hits the walls of my ass differently. One of the other great things about getting fucked in a sling is that it lets me ride cock easily too. I was swinging back and forth on Dave’s dick and getting it in as deep as possible. I had reached down to let him in as deep as possible while sliding back and forth on his cock. I didn’t hear the door open, but I heard the distinctive click of the torch behind me. Then, a mouth was on mine, shotgunning a hit to me. I took in the hit, shared some back and started making out with the new guy. Still didn’t know who it was but I was feeling good and welcomed another guy to the party. When he pulled back, it turned out it was our buddy, Chris. We had all played before but never partied together. I smiled at him, and he gave me a knowing look that was also full of lust. Chris was wearing a chest harness that connected to his metal cock ring. He looked hot as fuck in the gear, with the harness nicely framing his pecs. He has a hairy chest and ass and loves to get his hole eaten. His hard cock was sticking straight out, with a drop of precum on the tip. I motioned him over and licked the head of his dick to taste the sweetness. Lucky for me, Dave had taken over control of the fuck and was still filling my hole with his thick cock. I got Chris’s cock all the way into my mouth so now I was being spit roasted by two hot studs. Dave and Chris started to make out when I realized that they were also sharing some smoke. On one of the hits, Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth and shared the smoke with me, followed by another passionate kiss. Dave pulled out of my ass and lowered my jock to suck my T dick. Even though it doesn’t get too hard, it’s still great to get it sucked. Chris then moved down and knelt before my ass and started rimming my well fucked hole. Now, I was getting sucked and rimmed at the same time, so I just laid back and enjoyed myself for a while. Chris had started to finger my ass, getting 3 fingers in. He was really working around my ass, in and out, and working around the hole. He pulled out and his relubed fingers worked back into my ass. This time, I felt a burn since he deposited a shard in my ass. Getting booty bumped is a favorite of mine but I’d never played like this with Chris. Then, Chris stood up and started teasing my hole with his cock. He has a longer and only slightly thinner cock than Dave. He usually cums pretty fast after getting in my ass so he likes to play around the hole, sticking the head in, then swirling around the outside. He worked around and just inside my hole, spreading lube and precum, then slowly slid all the way in. He got in easily since I was well fucked and relaxed. And spun. Chris had been fucking me for a surprisingly long time. Dave had moved up to feed me his cock which I happily cleaned off and sucked. He moved behind me so that I could also work his balls into my mouth. He likes having his balls sucked and I think the view while I’m doing that is awesome. Eventually, Chris pulled out. He still hadn’t cum, which was kind of odd for him. He helped me out of the sling for a brief rest and some hydration. Dave poured out some sports drink for us all and we sat on the sofa to take a break. I was in the middle and both of them took turns fingering around my hole. We smoked a little more and then I got back in the sling. Dave had lowered the head a little bit. This meant that while he was fucking me again, Chris was able to come around to my head, turn around and feed me his ass. He has a really hot ass. It’s got just the right amount of fur, and he has a hole that reacts to my tongue. I’ve managed to work my tongue really deep into his ass in the past, but this position didn’t allow for deep penetration. One of the other fantastic things about eating Chris’s ass is that he has an amazing natural smell. It’s a little musty and sweet and I love burying my face in his hole, knowing that his smell will stick to my face and beard for a while. My neck started to hurt from the weird position, and I was getting some crazy head rushes too, so Chris moved away and helped to raise my head back to a normal position. Dave decided to pull out and play with my ass again. Once more, I felt the burn of a shard that he deposited in my ass. Chris got back between my legs and started to finger my hole. Dave came up to let me suck his dick, but I needed to take some breaks from his cock since Chris was making my ass feel great. He was working in and out, and spreading his fingers when he was inside me. I was enjoying the sensations and reached down to spread my ass wider for him. I worked my hands over to my hole and was surprised to find that Chris had all his fingers in me and was working my hole with his thumb. We locked eyes and he checked if I was OK with what was going on. I nodded an enthusiastic yes so he kept working his thumb around my hole.

How about y’all fuck me and then we vote on which feature is best?

There may be one more: the advent of the hook-up apps? Around here, there are guys getting run down almost weekly because they're staring at their (presumably Grinder) apps, paying not whit's worth of attention to what's around them. It must be similar to the much-decried "addiction" that teens across the bored (!) have to their telephones. Recently I had to buy a new telephone, and I still get every kind of ad, offer, "come-on", every day. I've deleted as many as I can find, but they still keep coming. And, who ever anointed some people as "influencers" anyway? I wish there were still those old, black Bakelite telephones on a stand in the corner - when it rang, you picked it up and hollered "hello". If you weren't home, too damn bad - whoever it was would just have to try again.

found it!

Stopped by the bookstore after the gym and got seven loads. As soon as I walked in and got in a booth, even though it was dead and not many in the store, I heard the door close. I put my ass against the hole and had a ten inch dick buried in my hole immediately. He worked me for about five mins and I think came twice in me, definitely once though as he pulled out and I was dripping. After a bottom tries to put his ass against the hole to get me to top him, I was about to leave before I felt his rock hard dick against my hole and slid in. I guess he gave up me breeding him. He started pumping my hole and shot another huge load in me. After a few other guys heard the wall movement from fucking, I ended up with another couple hung dicks and some smaller ones that shot huge loads. Left me dripping when I left. Definitely worth the 45 minutes.

Early today hooked up with a hot latino guy in his hotel room. When I walked in he was already hard showing off a big thick uncut cock. We traded off sucking each other and then he spit on his cock and my ass and fucked me missionary for a while. Then after more sucking I put him on his back and fucked his hungry hole until I bred him deep. Then he bent me over and fucked me hard and shot a huge load in my ass. We trading numbers and we are going to make this a regular thing.

Same here about a month or two ago. I couldn't be arsed to get a new account after it wouldn't let me log in with my password and username...... The site must have a bug..... I wonder if it's a poz virus 🤣🤣🤣

That, too. There are a lot of guys who get off on that. But they’re also R mini bottoms with whom I don’t share that little secret.

Fuuuck yeah luv cumsicles have an alpha always melts his saved loads to pour into my jockpussy first before he fucks me when we hookup so fukn hot cumsloppy af

I booked a local room on a Saturday, (RRI =$120 vs. Bathhouse room = $30.) I got one mofo♨️ Mexican/American who knew what he wanted and what the game is. The rest of the night I was watching porn, and messaging sniffies & BBRT players on my phone=ALONE. Dude on sniffies the day before got 14 men in 4 hours, he left b4 I could breed it. I just think hotels may be a younger mans game to win. What say y'all? xox

I'm bottom and see a difference in some guys who cum inside and others that are breeding you. Breeders have an intent to get their cum deep as they can even if they aren't really hung, all of their loads, and want me to keep it inside and not try pushing it out. A couple came back in 1-8 hours to see if I'm holding and they always bred me again. One married guy called me latenight after a dinnertime fuck to send an asspic to show his cum oozing out. Breeders have an attitude they're marking your body with their DNA.

and your toxic cum

I think there are two broad groups of factors at play here (no pun intended). Certainly, all of the things mentioned thus far (COVID, gentrification, squandering of revenues, and long before these, HIV) have taken their toll. But in theory, none of those should be fatal to the business concept if it's sound. Virtually every other type of business shuttered temporarily by COVID re-opened; if gentrifying forces drive a bathhouse out of a gayborhood, there's always somewhere else, on the periphery, that's the "next place" that someone can develop. If it closes because the owners/managers put all the profits up their noses or into their veins, well, demand should result in something similar taking its place with leadership less beholden to "substances" (as they're euphemistically called). And while HIV shut down a lot of bathhouses originally, quite a few had weathered that storm and/or reopened with at least a token nod towards safer sex, even if virtually nobody was using the free condoms any longer. But I think what's really going on at the same time is a gradual shift away from that entire bathhouse culture, with it becoming a niche that can't operate sustainably in most markets. I'm neither saluting nor condemning that shift, just noting it. When I came out right at the end of the 1970's, it was pretty much every gay boy's dream to move to the big city and throw oneself into a life of readily available sex 24/7, especially at the baths, without having to worry about bringing people home or to a shared apartment or whatever. Due to decades of work pushing public acceptance of gays, an awful lot of those gay boys today want nothing more elaborate than a good husband to come home to. I think some baths will hang on for years to come. But I'd be shocked if we saw a net increase in their numbers in the US, at least, or in any given city here. I think they're like drive-in theaters: something many of us remember fondly, but still fully aware of their drawbacks. And I think what we'll see, before too long, is that a bunch of them are going to shut down simply because there just isn't the demand there once was, and the coming generations just won't have an interest.

If you’ve read any of my previous posts you’ll know I have a much younger fuck buddy who lives with me, Drew. He’s 23 to my 54. He loves Daddies and is turned on by older men. I love pounding his tight young ass. I’ve got a large group of fuck buddies my age that I’ve met over the years - easily over 20 and all tops or vers and Drew has a number of buddies around his age. This means getting a group together is easy - which is what I did last night. it’s natural for older men to enjoy fucking boys so I got Drew and 2 of his buddies and 5 of my buddies over so it was 3 boys and six daddies - one daddy to each end. We made the boys kneel on the couch and 3 us stood behind them and three of us stood in front of them. We were all well hard and ready to fuck. I gave the word and the six of us went balls deep up their asses and down their mouths. We fucked for over an hour swapping boys so the six of us had a shot in each boys mouth and asshole. We were so fucking close so we all shot our loads pretty much together giving each boy a mouth and ass full of cum. Drew’s ass was loaded by my buddy, Steve and he swallowed Dave’s load. I seeded Dwayne. The smell of sweat and sperm was so fukkin horny.

I'm on a cruise in the Greek Islands right now. Checked Grindr the first day of the cruise and there was a headless torso pic in a speedo. "Gap Year collecting loads". A 20 year old on the cruise with his parents and his profile says he has his own room. "Anonymous cumdump or however you want it" he says. I messaged him and he gave me his room number within 3 exchanges, says the door is open and to come pump and dump. We are on day 4 of the cruise and I've fucked him 6 times. He's a cute kid, fun to see him out and about at night with his parents knowing that he is full of cum from men on the ship. Today he claimed he has collected more than 50 loads so far in his ass and mouth. I don't doubt it since this ship has a group of 40 gays and I have already pumped 6 loads into his hole myself.

Part 4. A few summers ago, my husband Max and our friends Donald and John were spending a warm summer day at the beach. Donald and John are also a couple. It was hot and it wasn't all because of the warm sunshine. All the hot men around me in speedos and their big bulges. I've never understood swimming shorts. Why do men wear them? Fortunately, most of the men on the beach wore speedos. The circling of the bulges made me hot though. It was a nice day, but watching the bulges made me incredibly horny. At some point I told Max and the guys that I had to go to the bathroom. Fortunately, no one else wanted to go along. Of course, I didn't head to the restaurant, which also had a toilet, but instead to the bushes behind the beach. I had read online that the bushes had become a well-known cruising spot for gay men. Soon I found three men in speedos in the bushes, who were jerking off in a circle. I crept up to them and they nodded in agreement. I took out my own cock and a 50-year-old man grabbed it and started jerking. The men's hard cocks looked lovely, so I knelt down in front of the men and took the nearest cock into my mouth. The cock tasted salty and smelled of sweat. I also tasted two other cocks. But since I was in a hurry to get back to the beach, I decided to be straightforward. I stood up and lowered the speedos to below my buttocks and turned my ass towards the men. Immediately I felt hands on my buttocks and hole. One of the guys said "you greedy slut. Do you have condoms with you"? "No," I replied. "There's no way, I'm not going to stick my bare dick in a hole that offers itself to completely unknown men in the bush," said the youngest man, about 30 years old. "Me neither," said another younger man as well. The older one, about 50 years old, said that he is not interested in rubbers. "Raw feels much better and it's always a pleasure to seed young greedy cumdumps". The older man pressed his bare cock in my ass and the younger ones took turns in my mouth. All three of them fucked me like a bitch, which was good because I should be hurrying to the beach next to my husband. One of the young men shot in my mouth and I swallowed all the sperm. The 50-year-old also sped up and whispered "take my sperm". One of the younger guys jerked furiously and started spraying his sperm into my mouth, face and hair. I'm sure I looked like a really horny slut in the bushes. The men stuffed their used cocks back into their speedos and set off on their journeys. I too began to rush back to the beach. I put on my speedo and on the way I tried to clean my face and hair from the sperm. I wiped my face with my hand and licked it clean. I really hoped I could clean up all the sperm spills. When I arrived on the beach with our towels, Max was already worried about where I had gone. I told him that I had bumped into my co-worker Karen on the way, with whom I had been talking, and that's why I was late on the way. When I had settled on my towel between Max and Donald, I noticed that there was a wet spot on the front of my own speedos. The head of my cock had been wet with precum when I had pulled the speedos on. I quickly turned over to lie on my stomach so the wet patch wouldn't show. At the same time, I was hoping I could keep my hole tight so the older man's sperm wouldn't leak out and wet the back of my speedos. After I had laid on my stomach on the towel for a while, I felt Donald's fingers in my hair. Donald took something from my hair between his fingers and then put his fingers in his own mouth. I looked at Donald in shock. It had to be sperm, I was caught. But Donald looked straight into my eyes and winked at me.

I love watching my big Dick bud do both or skull fucked him

I get most of my fucking at clubs just because it means multiple loads. The first load is always amazing because you remember the first touch, the first cockhead breaching your hole and leaning back into the thrust, and then the build up and gasp as they slam home to plant their seed deep inside, the slow softening of their cock as they slip out and the dribble of that first load. After that your ass is silky smooth and the next cock, and the next one is easier. Each is different, each thrust and technique, each size, and each coming - I love the groan build up and big release, the guy who wants to explore every part of your ass, the fast dumper. And then each load makes the next one better, the fingers that tentatively explore and you can feel their cock stiffen as they feel how sloppy you are, the slow withdrawal and the leaking of cum out of a filled hole. The best moments are when I get a chain - the first guy triggers 2 or 3 others, and barely has one cock left when another is pushing through the sloppy stickiness to drop their load. Typically I will go to a club and then with a filled hole, head up to the Heath to open my ass up in the dark, and the smell of cum in the open air draws in guys, and in the dark the sense of touch and smell take over, their fingers feel the wetness, their nostrils fill with scent of fresh cum, and I can pick up at least another few loads before heading home exhausted, full and with a smile on my face!

Actually...these would be perfect. Guy too 😉

The Private Party 2 So I've been going to a private sex party for a few months. I wrote about it back in October. It's been a lot of fun. Every time I go I clean myself inside and out with lotion and fully lubed up. Then I lock myself in a chastity cock cage and when I get there I am stripped and locked into a spreader bar that holds my hands and ankles together, forcing me face down and ass up, my hole exposed and helpless for anyone to use until I'm set free. I wear nothing but a jock that allows full access to my hole. All the regulars know me and take turns using my hole and shooting load after load of risky cum deep inside me while they grunt away their pleasure and cause me to moan out mine. I know some, maybe even most of the loads I've been taking are charged and it is pretty much inevitable that sooner or later my ass will be knocked up. Some of the guys have even told me they are high VL and a few even that their loads were med resistant so even if I am on PrEP (which I'm not, so my ass is very fertile) I will still get charged up by their strain. Well, I'm going to the January party tomorrow, but this time I know I don't have to worry about getting pozzed. Last week I wasn't feeling well so I went to the free sex clinic and got tested... Sure enough. Poz. The doctors want to put me on meds, but I think I will hold off until something happens. Well, I'm still looking forward to continuing to attend the parties... Maybe one of these times I will go to the party and be looking for bottoms instead of taking more loads...

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

Ahmed clearly had a thing for newly legal teen boys. Our schools cleaner has caught me jerking off in the locker room sniffing a teammates swimmers. He had threatened to tell my parents unless I did exactly what he asked. To be honest I was more than happy to do whatever the early 40’s Middle Eastern cleaner wanted. I could tell he had a muscular hairy body under his uniform, and it turned out he had a massive 11” Arabic cock that could hit all the right places. That’s how I had ended up Poz at age 18. Ahmed has taken me into an empty toilet cubicle, stuffed dirty underwear into my mouth, bent me over the toilet and forced the thick blunt headed anaconda up my virginity hole. He took my virginity whilst I could hear my teammates going about their business in the locker room. Thank god for his sweaty underwear in my mouth or I’m sure the whole team would have seen me giving my virgin ass to the schools cleaner. He had enjoyed pounding my hole in such a risky setting, and after 10 minutes of ripping up my ring I felt him go stiff and collapse on my back as he filled me with his hot Arab jizz. He silently pulled out of me, wiped his dick on my track shirt and got dressed. As he went to open the door to leave the cubicle he whispered ‘Thanks for the hole slut, you’re now pregnant with my Poz babies.’ I waited until he had left, scooped some of his hot jizz that was running down my leg and jerked the last neg load of my life all over the floor. Sure enough, 4 weeks later I came down with the worst flu. I took myself to the clinic and they confirmed I had been knocked up by the thick Arab anaconda. Since then Ahmed had continued to use my holes whenever it suited him, but it soon became apparent he was getting bored with me. I received a short text from him ‘come to my house, tonight at 9pm’ followed by an address…

Last night a guy showed me the pics of his large cock and asked if I was going to let him breed my ass, which, of course. Then he adds, “Oh, and I have chlamydia, but you won’t get anything and most guys are fine with it.” 🤨 When I explained that I would not be willing to put myself or anyone who fucked me afterward at risk, he said, “You sure? Because I’ll just breed somebody else instead.” I operate to standards, many of which are directly geared to protecting the interests of the men I serve. I don’t refuse a man’s basic request for the use of my body, but I do refuse certain scenarios that will degrade the outcome.

Hi I’m new here. im reading a lot here. And I always get a instand boner when I open this side. I really like to get in touch with guys here. And hear your fantasy’s and tell my. I really love guys that are older than me (I’m 35) and love hairy guys the more they are hairy the more I love them. There is never to much hair. And I love guys with a dad bod or a belly or chubby guys. A daddy with a belly and the body full Of hair is my dream. I also like sexy underwear. My top one is a tight white brief on a hairy guy with big hairy balls. And if they were used for some days in a row they are my weakness. Hope some of you like the same thinks.

My participation in that business never was work. It simply was a kink of mine. I participated in both sides. I didn’t need the money, but it turned me on that a guy was willing to pay me to fuck with him. And I’ve never needed to pay to get laid, but I thought it was hot to shell out some cash to have someone get into my bed.

for me - it's the top's choice where - inside or on me .. but i prefer he go balls-deep and shoot .. 😆

That's awesome, PrEP is changing everything. Individually and in the big picture too.

Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that. Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his buddy on a gay chat room. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number. Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble. One Friday he hid his friend's clothes and car keys during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. To top it off, it rained. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them. They went out on a double date a few nights later. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of trying to get laid, they decided to get wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away. A friend at the local gas station scored them some beers. A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs." "Crap! Listen, you stupid faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!" "Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me." "Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled. "Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number." "Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?" The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang. Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch. "Can I help you?" "This Eric Lawson's house?" "Yeah." "You Eric?" "Yeah." The intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’." "Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?" The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain. "Unimportant. I want an apology." The man, Steve, smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the young jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim. " You got it wrong, kid. Who are you?" "I'm Tim." "Eric's brother?" "No. A friend." Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected. He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the internet to hook up and frequented local gay haunts. And, Steve was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well. The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road. Once the jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but was promptly rejected, so Steve turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude jogger into submission, and raped his ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the cops, but finally concluded the breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still neg since Steve had been diagnosed POZ a year earlier. The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a gay bar when a Pretty Boy, a twink, came into the bar. The uppity twink eyed the other patrons as if none of them deserved to breath. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the twink, who nevertheless should have been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the twink until the later made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. Naturally that pissed-off Steve, so when the twink left the bar, Steve followed him. When the twink opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him. The twink was probably was usually a top - his ass was extremely tight. Steve licked the twink's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS jizz up the twink's ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, while the twink sobbed on the bed. Still horny, Steve fucked the twink a second time. The blood on his dick told him the twink had gotten what he deserved. Taking the twink's briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time. Steve mulled over what to do with these two queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat. He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid. But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He would pistol-whip the cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out. When he found the two teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night. Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss. Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name." “Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.” “Yer the queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.” “We’re not queer. We’re both straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on my buddy.” "Don’t matter none. Yer boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” Turning to Eric, Steve said "Now kiss my ass, you fuckin’ fairy!" "Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him. "Don’t make me shoot ya!" Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?" "I hardly think so." "Please, sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore." "Sorry don’t cut it, sonny. Ya gotta pay." "My money’s in my room." "I’m not into thievin’." "What do you want?" "I wanted you to apologize, but I've changed my mind. I want you to suck me off." “I think I’ll just apologize." “Too late. Hit your knees, cocksucker.” "I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not fags!" "Either that or the crisco-treatment.” Realizing his prerogatives were limited, and anxious not to aggravate the seemingly unstable intruder any further, a resigned Eric quickly decided it was better to give a blow-job than it was to run the risk of being shot, so he nodded his assent. "First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none." Eric led Steve to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the dining room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Tim's wrists and swab his bleeding lips. Now—take off his jeans and sneakers." "Why?" "So he don’t fuckin' run out on us, you stupid fuck!" Eric removed Tim's jeans. A delighted Steve smiled to the see Tim's muscled legs and tightly packed-Speedo (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off quite so easily. An’ the Speedo." Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedo, exposing his buddy's shriveled dick and balls. Obeying Steve's unspoken order, Eric planted the Speedo squarely in Steve’s outstretched hand. The man’s cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them. "Now strip for me." Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his jeans. He was wearing the same bikini briefs he had put on for the double-date. Steve whistled. Eric blushed. He finished taking off his jeans and sneakers, hoping against hope that there would be no further order. Not so. "Hand me the bikinis, dick-wad." Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk. "Cum over here." A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Eric's pink nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled Eric's body. Almost on autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s ass, nudging the teenager's hairless pucker. Eric trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his ass crack. "I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Steve whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked Eric's ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming kid. Steve passionately he kissed Eric, who, totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Eric's mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his crotch. "Unzip my pants. Take out my cock." Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the young man scrutinized the large rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He had never personally considered sucking cock, but now that his choices were limited, he wondered briefly what the bitches felt, and why they were so reticent to suck. He didn't have much time to contemplate the matter because the order came in quick sequence "Suck It!" The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man. "Mister, I’ve never…." "Lick it all over." Reluctantly Eric took the large pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the head, precum covered his tongue. He wanted to gag, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed. On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. H e made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on stranger’s cock. In addition, Eric was naked and aroused. "That's it, boy, Suck it good!" Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the kid’s throat or go for the gold. "Eric?" Steve’s cock slipped out of his mouth as Eric turned to observe his injured pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "Suck it, pretty boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop" and to Tim Steve said "Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good." "Why are you making him do that?" "I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a fag!" Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth. "I’ll tell ya when to stop, cunt face.” Tim hissed “You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your ass." Steve was not at a loss for words: "Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.” The two teenagers looked at the Steve apprehensively. "Eric, baby—time to suck your bud." "WHAT?!" both friends exclaimed. Steve picked up the gun again. Obediently Eric knelt between Tim's legs, licked Tim's shriveled dick. Tim may have grimaced and grunted, but a mouth-is-a-mouth, and soon his cock stood up. " From now on, you two faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know." "Fuck you to hell" was Tim's reply, but his cock did not soften, even when Steve said "Come to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a sweet ass! Now Eric-boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.” Hoping to buy time, Eric bobbed up and down inexpertly on Tim's cock, only to realize that Steve was kneeling behind him, had pulled his cheeks apart, and was appraising his hole. Although Eric couldn't know it, the hole was pink, tight and hairless. "Boy, I think I’m gonna give your pucker what it deserves." "Don't hurt me, sir!" Steve slapped Eric on the butt. "Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any crisco? No? Well, in that case, fistin’ might sting a bit. But you can handle my fist. I can tell." Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real faggot might—anything to appease the intruder. Tim felt his balls shrivel, as pre-cum boiled from his dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired Steve more. Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix. "Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.” Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in. Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore. Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in. Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch. The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis! Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs. Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years. Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew. Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole. "Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy." Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream. "Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!" Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex. Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork. "OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN." "What! Me? No Way!” “Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!" "You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!" Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked. “S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!” "No!" "I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.” “ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!" Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt. "That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him." Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too. "Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.” Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship. Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever! Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass. "Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself. He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever. Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck. Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him. "Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?" Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole. "Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love." Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again. Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed. Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion. Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.

Totally agree. I'm a 50+ chub and I didn't have any issues when I was in Berlin in 2019. Got into Lab and anywhere else I visited without issue and had fun in all the places I went. I was totally up for it that weekend, had and projected the right attitude, put on a winning smile and douched my ass. Must go back again sooner rather than later!

Damn hot hole on an innocent looking boy. I bet you arent as innocent as you look though lol

This is going to be Billy Boy's greatest XXXmas gifT ever! I can't wait to see where this family fun tradiTion goes!

I’ve gone as a stallion, several times and looking around and seeing all that sex was hot AF. But the one time I went as a mare, I have to agree with you. Having my eyes blocked to the outside world, but experiencing HM through only sound, and feel, was almost euphoric.

It’s so hard as a bottom to arrange and line up a session. So nice to have a bf that will help feed that hunger and find tops to bang you and then fuck your sloppy hole.

In what seemed like a blink, Dale entered the room and decked the lookalike that Brock had met at the entrance of the building. The man Brock had thought was his uncle. The man who had been so eager to get Brock's dick in him this morning. The imposter crumpled to the floor clutching his nose, which was bleeding profusely. Brock was caught off guard and shrunk back from the two men. Dr. Shah stood on reflex, seemingly more to protect his supplies than to intervene in the altercation. Dale turned to Brock and winced at the look on his nephew's face - watching someone lose trust in you in real time is never pleasant. "Sorry I'm late, bud." Dale offered. "What. The fuck. Is going on?" Brock asked with icy pointedness, still distancing himself from Dale and his doppelganger. "Brock, meet my brother Rod. My twin brother Rod," Dale said with an unamused dryness. Dale nudged Rod with the toe of his boot, rolling his brother a bit onto his back. As he rolled, his shirt rode up in the front and Brock noticed the conspicuous absence of a scorpion tattoo where Dale's was on his lower abdomen. "I'd planned for you to meet your dad a little differently," Dale said. The statement seemed more intended for Rod than Brock. "What is he doing here? What's going on?" Brock's brain itched a little when Rod was referred to as his dad. As though he couldn't figure out where to comfortably put that information in his brain. "The fuck did you tell him?" Dale's attention was back on Rod. Something was seething under the surface of his tone. Brock was pretty sure they crossed the line of "dysfunctional" long before this moment, but he got the impression that even if the brothers' sexual proclivities were "traditional," this family wouldn't even approach the realm of functional. "We just got in here, I was telling him about Dr. Shah," Rod forced out around his potentially broken nose. Dale looked to Brock, seemingly for confirmation and Brock nodded back tentatively. "We're here to get you tested, bud. To be absolutely certain the virus took. And if it did, to ensure it's my strain that you've got." Dale said matter of factly. Dale shot a withering glance at his brother. "As for why he's here, i suppose he thinks this is about him." "I got sick. I haven't had sex with anyone but you. Of course I got your strain," Brock sputtered. Realizing that wasn't quite true as of a few minutes ago. "Of course this is about me!" Rod shouted incredulously. "He's my kid!" "We have to be 100% certain," Dale said with a tone of finality, "because..." "Because you're dying," Dr. Shah finished for him. "Unless you start meds." A somber silence sat on the room like a lazy cat in the sun. Brock sat down on the exam table. Dale broke the silence by beginning to explain about the Scorpion Society. The basics, unbeknownst to Dale, Brock already knew. "The society was founded by the viral descendants of the first known case of HIV in North America. We have tasked ourselves with preserving the purity of the first strain. We do that by enforcing a strict hierarchy based on how far removed a person is from that strain." "The current Jarls are direct recipients of that first strain. Their role is to convert others by passing their strain along and coaching those who receive it. Those who keep their strain pure and unmedicated are eligible to be Thanes. Those who go on meds are welcome as citizens. Those who receive their strain from Thanes are also welcome as citizens regardless of meds. Anyone converted by citizens or outsiders is too far removed from the first strain and is not welcome." "Dale and I are both Jarls," Rod chimed in. He pulled the collar of his muscle shirt down to show off his orange scorpion tattoo on his left pec. "Dale runs the local nest. I run a nest up in Chicago." "So, what happens if a Jarl has to step down?" Brock asked, the gears beginning to turn. "Normally, the Thanes keep the nest running until everyone can be re-homed," Dale replied. "But in the case of my nest, the power vacuum left in my absence could threaten the entire Society." "So, where do I factor in?" Brock realized this question still had not been answered. Dale turned to Dr. Shah, who had finished prepping supplies and was wheeling a metal table over toward Brock. "I research viral heredity, Brock. In theory, infection under the right circumstances could result in a viral strain that is substantially similar enough to the existing Jarls that we can make a case for succession," Dr. Shah explained, "circumstances like if the strain passed to a close relative of an existing Jarl." "You want me to be in charge!?" Brock's heart was pounding in his temples and his ears were ringing even before he was consciously aware of the implications. "One step at a time, bud," Dale reassured him, "first things first, we need to confirm you're poz. But eventually, yes. That is the general idea." Dr. Shah was putting on exam gloves. Brock was unfazed by needles. In fact, he'd kind of always been fascinated by them. When he was younger he used to delight in watching his veins pop up distal to the tourniquet. His favorite nurse at his pediatricians office had always made it a a race, commentating on them like it was NASCAR or something. Dr. Shah had no trouble finding a suitable vein. Brock had been so wrapped up listening to the three men in the room talk about this undertaking that he'd been oblivious to the fact that he was well on his way to a raging erection. He blamed the sudden attention from the handsome doctor. Dr. Shah talked Brock through every step in the process as he sanitized his arm and prepared to insert the needle. The doctor's experience was evident, as Brock didn't even feel the stick. He only knew it happened because he watched it. Despite the lack of sensation, the whole thing felt very erotic to Brock. Brock observed as his blood - his presumably extremely viral blood - crept its way from the needle to the waiting vials. Brock's erection was now full mast, even beginning to throb. He could already feel his precum soaking through his briefs and making his jeans damp. When Dr. Shah had the blood he needed, he quickly placed samples in several places. Brock looked around the room and could see that his uncle rock hard and also making a mess of the front of his jeans. Rod had pulled the waistband of his shorts down and pulled his dick out of the pouch of his jock and was openly stroking, his precum making excellent lube. Dr. Shah returned to the side of the exam table, his own bulge very noticeable in his khaki chinos. "Now, let us get to work on the other sample," Dr. Shah said, a thread of lust running through his voice as he began to unbuckle his belt.

Jackson—December, 2022 Kyle, the transman I met at the bookstore, gave me his number the day we met. We compared notes enough to learn that he really liked showing off at a sex venue. Work sometimes allowed him to get away for some play, but he wouldn’t know ahead of time. I am not a great ‘drop everything for sex’ guy, but I agreed he should text me whenever he was headed this way for some more of my cock. On the last Friday of the month, I got a text from him. I had just time to change clothes and get in the car to meet him at noon. He must be running late. There are only a few men in the place. I check the gay room and the trans room with the medical table—he’s not there. All the booths and curtained cubicles are standing empty. Two men are sitting in the straight porn corner. One of them is a tall regular who loves to get fully naked. He keeps offering the other man watching the porn some head, and is continually refused. I leave them to it and go sit in the gay room. I stroke to the better than average (for here) porn. A good-looking man with thick grey hair comes in. We nod to each other as he sits in the chair and not next to me on the couch. He pulls out a nice seven incher, as hard as I am. Do I wait for Kyle? I wonder. Naw. I am pretty sure he would be on that dick if the roles were reversed. In the time it takes me think this, the man has gotten up and knelt in front of me. His mouth covers my cock. Damn, he’s good. And I tell him so. I lean back and enjoy his mouth. Kyle shows up in the doorway. He grins and nods and goes on down the hall to the medical table. I wait for a moment before I thank the guy and go into the trans porn room. Kyle is stripped down, but keeps an unbutton flannel shirt on, with the coolness of the room. He is ready and goes to his knees when he sees me. “Let me suck that cock you got all wet for me.” He takes me deep into his throat. I let him do the work for a bit, then grab the back of his head and fuck his face. His scruffy beard feels terrific on my balls. I pull out, leaving him panting. “Missed that. I need you to fuck me hard.” I nod and indicate the table. I pull out the stirrups to get his legs comfortable. I kneel and spend a few moments on his T-cock, dipping down occasionally, and licking back up to the extended nub. I am so ready to fuck. I stand and enter him. Kyle pants and tells me to plow him hard. I begin thrusting, building rapidly. The table groans and bounces a little on the concrete floor. The grating sound acts like some sort of alarm bell—there is sex happening. And guys come to watch. The first in is the naked guy. He grunts his approval as he comes to the side of the table. His hard cock is gobbled down by Kyle. Two more men, the man at the straight porn and my sucker watch from the doorway, one groping and one stroking. Naked guy can’t take his eyes off my cock fucking Kyle. He’s had it twice himself but it must be very different to see it in action than feel it. “I’m gonna shoot. You want it?” Kyle gulps out a yes, but Naked Guy pulls out of his mouth and strokes himself off, covering Kyle’s face, beard and three stray shots nearer me. He stands there panting, watching Kyle lick up his cum, at least all his tongue can reach. My hand swabs up the spunk near me. I pull out of Kyle and announce “I’m gonna fuck your jizz into him.” I cover my cock with the load on my fingers and push back into Kyle’s very wet front hole. Kyle’s eyes get big. He groans out a “Yes…” and Naked Guy shakes one more drop out of his cock on Kyle’s arm before taking off. My sucker comes closer to watch the fuck. I invite him to use either hole, but he is very content just to stand and watch. A new man comes in, pushing past the spectator still in the doorway. He’s my age and height, with a handsome face. He’s mostly bald, the rest of his grey hair is cropped close to the scalp. He stands on the side Naked Guy has vacated. “Daddy, let me suck your cock,” Kyle pleads. The guy unzips. He is above average—long and thin. He let’s Kyle have his way with his dick, as he watches me pound into Kyle. I look up at him and smile. He nods, watching me fuck away. “Do you want a turn?” He looks indecisive. And then nods. I pull out and make way for him. Kyle locks eyes with him as he pushes in. I stroke for a minute, before giving Kyle my cock to clean. “Fuck this is hot,” the new guy grunts. “Load me,” Kyle murmurs around my dick. I pull out so he can say it again. Louder. This turns on the fucker even more. “I want to,” he says as his hips smack into Kyle, “but I’m not there yet.” Then to me: “Let me watch you some more.” He pulls out and we switch. His wet cock goes in Kyle’s mouth. I sink into an even wetter hole. I fuck. The table rocks. We switch again. This time, when the guy is ready for a change, I clean his cock. I savor the juices. I go back in. Kyle reaches down and rubs. In moments he is bucking on the table with the force of his orgasm. I go to my knees to help clean up some of the squirt. The guy’s cock is drooling as he strokes to all this. Kyle looks at his watch. His time away from work is running out. We have a quick hug, the three of us. Kyle leaves. “That was hot,” says the other top. “And to think I was a true Gold Star Gay until minutes ago—but this was the perfect way to lose that…” He unbuttons his shirt. He has a great defined and hairy chest. He drops his trousers, too. “I want that cock of yours in my ass.” He takes Kyle’s place on the table. I kneel and rim him. His ass is just as hairy as the first one in my mouth today. “Lots of lube, please.” I grease up as I eat, stand and fuck him. Slow and deep. Deep and hard. Rocking the table. We get a new batch of watchers. One of them leans over sucks the guy as I fuck. We pause. The guy gets up and bends over to suck the man who was sucking him. I take the opportunity to fuck him bent over. My strokes make him take the suck he’s sucking even deeper. Finally, we break. He tells me he wants my load in a little bit. We both wander. I never see him again. I am blue balled—but that’s fine. Tomorrow is NYE and I have a day of sex planned… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kyle Takes Two (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) Febraury 9, 2023

Triple Poz Tops So my two friends and I have been getting a room at a seedy motel along IH35 on Friday nights for a couple weeks now and going "triple ass up". I just got a text from the other bottom guy that he came down with the flu this week and got tested and verified that he is now also poz and has the highest VL of any of us. Like with my first friend he's wanting to share the gift with another unsuspecting bottom guy that is like he was, not on PrEP and fertile for the bug. He's been checking out posts on one of the sites, you probably know which one. It isn't as good as Craigslist was, but it is what we have these days. Anyway, he found another bottom who wants to do ass up anon in a motel. He said, the guy's ad is almost the same as his first one, and after talking to the guy he says he's just as much a n newb and naive. Perfect! My first friend chimed in on the text thread that he was pinging all his contacts. We filled the new guy in on the motel we've been using and he is going to book a room for Friday night. I can't wait, my little cock is already stirring and I think I'm going to have to stroke out a load soon. Yeah, I know, a waste of poz seed, but I'll have plenty of time to brew up some highly toxic seed over the next two days. Come around 6pm on Friday our next conquest texts us the room number. He's all checked in and ready to get started. I drive over there and take a parking spot in the back in a spot that is well lit because I know how shady this neighborhood is. The "three amigos" all meet outside and notice that he's got the blinds all closed and taken our advice and is using the little metal thing to keep the door unlatched. Slipping inside once our eyes adjust we see him there on the bed ass up and ready to take dick... and though he doesn't know, be bred by many virile charged loads. We had agreed that the new friend would be the first to deposit his seed. The other two of us got on the bed beside him and each pull a cheek open so he could slide his already hard dick inside. "Wow, he's tight" he says. I grab some lube I had brought and as he pulls back a bit I slather his dick and slide a finger into the neg bottom's ass, then another. As I remove my finger my second friend replaces his dick head back on the neg bottom's pucker and starts to push again. Suddenly he head popped in and I heard him groan out and the bottom moan a bit too. Slowly he pushes in until his pubes are touching ass cheek and his balls resting against taint. Then he pulls back a couple inches and then back in and soon starts stroking in and out. I reach under the bottom and start stroking his cock with my lubed hand, causing him to moan even more. My other friend has gotten off the bed and is now fluffing guys that are showing up, getting them ready to contribute their mostly also charged loads. It doesn't take long from my manual ministrations on his cock before the bottom cries out "I'm coming" and I can feel the contractions. My second friend can feel it too and it quickly pushes him over the edge as well, pumping his high VL poz load deep inside. I wipe the rest of the lube and some of this guy's last neg load onto my own cock and as my friend pulls out and moves off, I mount up and start pumping for all I am worth. I was so excited it only took maybe 5 minutes before I was pumping my load in as well. I got off and was going to help my friend with the fluffing but before I could I was grabbed and pushed down so I was ass up next to the neg bottom who already had another guy pounding away at his now opened up hole. I wasn't going to fight it of course, so I did my best job to milk the load out of the dick in my ass. When he finished he said "I couldn't wait my turn on the new guy, but I'll have another load for him in a bit". With that I put my head down and started to suck him back to hardness so he would be ready soon. As I was sucking I felt someone feeling up my ass and it wasn't long until I'd taken my second load of the night. The guy I had been sucking and had loaded me first was by then already taking his turn on the neg bottom. Not neg for long, because this guy had a rainbow colored scorpion on his left buttock. Not that there was any doubt he'd probably convert just from my second friend's load. Looking around there had to be 10 or 15 guys there, some stroking their dicks, some strokng others or sucking dicks. Super hot scene. I recognized one guy with a big biohazard tattoo around his belly button. It wasn't the tattoo I recognized, it was the face. I was pleasantly surprised... it was the cop from a few weeks ago! I knew I got a certain vibe from him! My friend must have recognized him too, because he was on his knees sucking the cop's big sausage. I knew this time we wouldn't be getting any surprise visits from the 5-0. I moved over to help my friend but the cop pulled out of my friend's mouth and grabbed me and turned me around and told me to get down right there on the carpet. I didn't hesitate to comply and was rewarded by a fat dick up my hole that had been well wet by my first friend's spit. The cop bit my earlobe as he was roughly fucking me and grunted that he was going to have to charge me up on charges of sodomy. I moaned out "Yes, Sir, I plead guilty". " I hereby sentence you to death" he whispered in my ear as I felt his dick throb and spurt after spurt of hot poisoned jizz filled me. He flipped me over and slid his still hard dick back into me. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I give you another med resistant load". I am not sure whether it was a look of fear or of acceptance or a little of both but he seemed well pleased as he pounded me longer this time with my legs stretched up and my ankles around his neck. He started straight into my eyes as he came again. When he was done he pushed me away and then move over to the bed to take his turn there with the neg bottom. The turnout seems like it just keeps getting better and better. It was a total fuck fest orgy of man-sex with the air filled with the sounds and smells of raw fucking. Guys kept coming and going. I was in heaven. But all too soon it was getting late and guys started leaving. The neg bottom was now laying in a pool of cum. His own and that of many other men. Puddles and trails of it were drying on him in various places. He was well and truly fucked out. He had taken at least one if not two loads from each of the three of us and probably at least two dozen other loads including the cop's and all my first friend's regulars. I was surprised that unlike other times, I don't recall anyone telling him he was getting poz loads. I guess it would be a surprise for him when he got the fuck flu. We left as the last guys were leaving and he locked the door behind us, telling us "Thanks for cumming!" as drops of pink frothy cum ran down his legs. I am hoping we'll hear from him when he figures it out.

Rentman dutifully complies, dialing the number for Dave and Derek. I haven’t really thought about what my play is here - I’m half distracted by the fact that rentman has put his dick back in me, slow fucking me while watching a different video of Jack and what appears to be half the starting line up of the Bruins football team. Jack is getting railed, and rentman picks up the pace to match the video, but he stops when a voice comes over the other end of the phone. “What’s up dude?” I can hear the deep bass of his voice, as rentman starts to pull out of me - I clench my ass to keep him in place. Rentman looks at me with a suddenly confused look on his face - I haven’t told him what to say. I mouth the words “tell him why you’re calling” and rentman looks relieved. “So I’m playing with this daddy and we’re watching a video you and derek shot with this kid, looks like a blond twink I fucked last spring when I was out there. “ I can hear Derek or Dave - not sure which one he’s talking too - sort of half snort half chuckle on the phone. “Oh i know exactly what boy you’re talking about. Cute thing named Jack. Insatiable. Whoever taught him how to fuck should get a fuckin nobel prize.” I smile, taking pride in a job well done. “Do you happen to have his number?” I don’t know why rentman is going this route, and I clench my ass again to get his attention. “Tell him who you’re with” I silently mouth to him, while feeding him a shotgun. “Never mind the number, so actually, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I’m with the guys dad right now.” “Hold up dude what the fuck are you talking about ?” I can hear the defensiveness in Dave’s voice, wondering if this is some kind of setup. It is, but not the kind he thinks it is. I finally pipe up, saying “Hey, is this Dave? Or do you prefer David? My name is Anthony, I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. And I wanna thank you for the way you’ve been taking care of my Jack while he’s on the coast. I’m thoroughly relieved to know he has a couple of guys he can count on when I’m 1,000 miles away.” Still suspecting a trap or a setup of some kind, Dave is neutral in his response. “He’s a good kid.” Rentman breaks the tension when he suggests we move the conversation over to facetime. A moment later, I’m staring at two gorgeous Black daddies, Dave and Derek, both of who are clad in their jocks and holding nice, clearly custom made pipes. I notice a needlecap in the foreground, hiding in front of the laptop they’re talking to me on, and it gets my dick so hard thinking about these two guys pointing and pounding the shit of Jack. I take a long rip off the bong to get the conversation flowing. I had rentman position the phone so that my fully visible in the mirror behind us, dick getting harder by the second. Seeing my cock getting harder, and the three or four big rips I take off the pipe, reassures the two daddies and they take a few hits themselves. Dave takes his dick out, Derek starts absentmindedly fingering himself. “So I do have a question to ask… How long has Jack been partying?” Derek answers the question with another question, “How long has he been getting fucked by his daddy?” He asks it to no one in particular, but obviously meant for me. I totally understand their reluctance, this is a weird fucking situation by any objective standard, and being black men in America, there are any number of ways this could end up hurting them whereas there’s almost no scenario where I get in any real trouble, other than being a social pariah in a my part of Texas. “To answer your question, I’ve been fucking him since he turned 18, or roughly five minutes after he turned 18.” “He really gets into the dad son stuff, now I can see why,” Dave seems more open and loose with me, and shows it by answering my original inquiry. “We met your boy a few weeks after he got out to LA. One of his classmates had gotten him high and he found us on BBRT.” That explains it. These guys didn’t give me off the vibe that they were into corrupting anyone. “We invited him over, fucked for a couple of hours, and then broke it down to him, not to do this shit too much, make sure he stays hydrated, eats something decent besides snickers and cheetos,” at that, I can’t help but snort. That’s been his diet forever, even despite the rigors of being a football player in a Texas high school. “We had him sleep it off so he wouldn’t be going into day three, and when he woke up, cocky little fucker that he is, asked if we had anything to eat.” “He’s told me a lot about your cooking.” I’m a tiny bit jealous; I considering myself a gourmet level cook and it’s been ages since Jack raved about anything that came out of my kitchen. Work these issues out the right way man… on your boy’s ass. I think Derek, taking a break from fucking the kid they had over - Jack’s not their only twink - senses what I’m feeling and says “he raves about his daddy’s cooking.” I appreciate him saying that. “Come to think about it, he raves about his daddy’s cock too. I just thought it was all that pervy incest shit guys jerkin off too.” As he says this, an idea that’s been slowly working it’s way through my brain turns into lighting. “How much do you think you could make off filming me fucking my son?” Derek laughs a little. Dave just whistles. I think both these men understand the look of seriousness in my eyes. Only rentman thinks I’m joking. “How would you see this going down?” Dave asks? “Well, I think it starts with Junior and I having a little sesh by ourselves. I’ll give him his first slam. He has just kept to smoking, right?” Both Dave and Derek nod yes, an invitation to continue. “After I point him and put the first of many loads up his cunt, I’d have rentman join the party while I sit back and pretend to get other guys. That’s when you guys show up and take turns dicking him down.” “With you so far,” Derek says, the hard dick in his hand saying the exact same thing. “Last, I’d have this deputy sheriff I know - he’s fucked Jack before - Come in and give him one last load before I come in and finish the job.” Derek shakes his head,” It’s gotta end with a gangbang or an orgy. After you nut in your son” his dick oozes a big drop of precum as it involuntarily jerks at the notion -- all of us come back and we turn the boy out. Maybe fuck his daddy side by side with him.” Derek flashes a wicked grin at me; I know whose dick I’d be taking in that scenario. “How much do you think we could clear. And when could you be in Texas?” “Well, could be in Texas day after tomorrow. Assuming you can provide all the supplies,” at this, I turn to Rentman,who now not only thinks the plan is real, but is seemingly on the verge of cumming the whole time we’re talking about it. I keep watching him edge himself, and I’m amazed he hasn’t cum yet. One more thing for me to take care of tonight, I think to myself though in no way do I consider this a chore. I’m a little sore from the earlier dickdown he gave me, but I’m determined to have him cum in me just like he came in Jack. Rentman nodds, he’s already texting his guy about getting a QP. He also assures me that we’ll have all the points, bongs, dick pills, everything we could possibly need. That leaves one last detail: getting my son’s consent. Dave and Derek, doing their due diligence, ask me one last time if I’m truly serious about this.”You know all the blowback you will get. Run out of your church, probably run out of your county. Might have to move out of state. Your business will suffer. Your names might be in the paper, on TV, on TMZ. You really up for that? Is junior really up for that?” I know I am. I’m tired of the tech life, I have more money than I could possibly know what to do with - besides spend a lot of meth and hookers - and I’ve always wanted to be in front of the camera. But I can’t make that decision for Jack. He has to make it on his own. I got the privilege of bringing him into this world, I got the honor of being the first man to give him the dick he deserves, but I can’t be the man who decides his future. That’s his job. My boy's a man, I think to myself. “That’s what he and I are going to discuss tonight.” Derek and Dave nod, and wordlessly disconnect the facetime feed, no doubt going back to the twink waving his ass in the air begging to get fucked. “Let’s pack up. You down to come back to my house with me?” This time, It’s rentman who lets the the lusty, deviant smile across his face answer for him * * * The drive to my house would ordinarily take a little over an hour. Tonight, tho, it takes nearly four hours because rentman and I stop and play a couple of times. Turns out, he’s always wanted to film a slamming video in a truck stop restroom. Being the good son of Texas that I am, how could I not oblige him? We pull into the truck stop alongside a couple of big rigs. Younger guys driving the trucks, and by the look of em, they know how to fuck. We both eye them lustily, I even lower my sunglasses to make sure they see me ogling them. One of them flashes a grin, the other nods more discreetly as he adjusts his bulge. Definitely seem like our kind of boys. Rentman has me rent a deluxe shower - he has so much cum and crystal dried onto his skin, we’re getting looks from the families we pass on the way into the shower area. I get my key and open up the shower, and it is deluxe. There’s a mini steam room, bamboo cabinets for our clothes, top flight toiletries you usually only find in high end hotels. Truckers like their comforts. Rentman - curiously,I still haven’t asked him his name, nor has he proffered one - slowly peels off his clothes, showering while I put together the sluttiest ensemble I can from the bag he brought. I settle on pink mesh tank top, black levi cut offs that I cut even shorter, a pair of chuck taylors and a gold rimmed smokey sun glasses, the last because I love watching a guy’s pupils dilate when they point. We set up our little stage, and using my phone for lighting (and a portable blacklight he brought with him which turned the hot pink mesh into a neon pink), we’re ready. I click record, and come in close to where he’s prepping his arm. My erection is already jutting, and with one fluid motion, I swipe my shorts off and free my aching cock. Rentman pulls out his rig, sticks it and once again registers quickly. I’m leaking precum like a faucet, my dick involuntarily jerking to the spurts of crimson that fill the barrel of the needle. Rentman lets out the sexiest fuckin cough I’ve ever heard, and strips his clothes off in front of the camera. He eyes my rock hard dick with a desire that borders on pyschosis, and immediately swallows the entire thing. He gags himself on it, refusing to pull off until the rush subsides. When he does open his mouth, my cock is glistening with his saliva, his tears, and probably a little cum - I pointed myself while he was sucking my dick, and I almsot aways nut a little when that happens. The shower is covering a lot of the noise, but I do hear something that perks my ears right up… two nearly identical coughs coming from the next shower over. Brazenly, I open the door and walk right over to the neighbors, knocking politely. I slipped my cowboy boots on,as well as a cheap hat rentman had with him, so the younger, lustier trucker opens the door to see me… Cock hard, ass puckering, a little blood still on my arm, with nothing but cowboy boots and a cowboy hat on. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you.I wanted to save a horse…” The trucker gets my humor, and opens his door wider. “Then good thing you found yourself a cowboy to ride” is all he says, once again flashing me that million watt smile I saw in the parking lot. In no time, he has me bent over, licking my asshole and putting one, two, three fingers. “Dude. Just fuck me already.” He grunts a little, and mugging for the camera - rentman followed me back into the younger guys shower suite. He’s beating off ashe records, but he’s got his cock nice and slick --looks like he already claimed someone’s nut, maybe the other trucker -- so he’s holding the camera fairly steady, despite the long,caressing strokes he’s giving to his cock. I have to admit,I do love his dick. It’s long and thick - obviously - and veiny without being all about the veins. But what I love the most is that even though he’s uncut, his cock is too big for his foreskin and hishead sticks halfway out. The soft, almost bubblegum like pink of the crown, contrasted with the caramel tan he has over his whole body. I love sucking on his cock, and once we’ve got the slam footage, we quickly forget the cameras, shuck the remainder of our clothes, and go to town on each other’s cocks. I have the middle dick, after rentman.His is abouut an inch longer,mine about a half inch thicker. Younger trucker can’t figure out which one he wants first, so he takes turns licking and sucking the length of our shafts. Precum is freely flowing from my cock, enough to where I feel confident younger trucker is going to be able to take my dick with no lube. I have rentman go to town on his ass --he really has a passion for eating ass, and I nearly cum thinking about what it will be like to watch him hungrily devour my boy’s cunt. And that reminds me… I need to get Jack in the right headspace. So I prop my phone up against one of the bamboo trays, and I begin facetime him. I can see from the corner of my eye that he’s answered the phone, and it getting it good and hard from… the Sheriff? Perfect, I think. Although that may be a little complicated by the fact that I’m bringing a quarter pound of product home with me. That’s tonight’s problem, I tell myself. Right now the challenge before me is to get Jack fired up. Clearly, it’s not going to be a big deal. “Hey sport. I’m heading home shortly. I brought a present for you. He’s balls deep in the trucker whose face I’m sitting on. Oh, hey Andy.” I wave to the SHeriff’s deputy, who doesn’t break his rhythm at all thrusting into my boy, blowing me a kiss. “Hey Andy, can you give me a call when you’re back at the station? I got a ticket needs fixin.” Andy nods emphatically. He doesn’t look too fucked up, but I can see Jack has been partaking. I decide to tease the night a little, taking a big rip off a pipe off camera, and blow the smoke into the field of view. Steam? Vapor? Smoke? If Jack notices, I’m sure he’ll play it cool. But he’ll be wondering, especially in his twacked out state. Once more, my boy catches me by surprise. “Nice clouds old man. Maybe I should teach you how to blow a smoke ring on that beautiful cock of yours. Now get home and get that fuckin dick in my ass right now.” I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. My son is one cocky motherfucker. And it gets me so fucking hard. In a moment, I figure out that Dave or Derek must have let the cat out of the bag. I’m tempted to call them and find but decide that Jack is my son but not my child. If he can consent to his daddy dicking him down long and hard and over and over, he can sure as fuck consent to what chemicals are going into his body. I suddenly want to get home very, very badly. I want to feel my cock sliding into my boy’s cunt. I want to hear him moaning “thank you daddy”over and over, I want to feel his whole body shudder and cum when I unload in his ass. I want to see the lust in his eyes when he ostentatiously bends over to lick every square millimeter of my cock clean after pouding him senselss. I want to see him with my cum streaking all over his face, and his cum blasting all over the both of us. But after slamming, I don’t feel entirely confident to drive. And I sure as fuck aint gonna sk rentman. Young trucker can see the look of concern on my face and shoots me a silent “you okay?” “I’m too fucked up to drive, I want to keep playing, but I also want to get home and fuck my son.” Young Trucker doesn’t even blanch. “Bro, have I got the solution for you.” 10 minutes later, he’s driving my truck onto his flatbed. Turns out he’s on the return leg of a drop off, and I was so fixated on his smile and his bulge I didn’t even see that he’s not hauling anything. 10 minutes after that, I’m naked in his bunk with rentman, and young trucker. His older buddy was driving the return leg, and let his younger friend in the back have some fun. Turns out young trucker and I are pretty sympatico, judging from the videos he played of him fucking his step son, his nephew, and both his own sons. As I watched the first of many, many cumshots young trucker gave to his eldest son - he loves a good facial - I knew I was making a friend for life. I also knew that when I made it out to Austin I’d be fucking his sons, just like he’s about to fuck mine. * * * The rest of the drive went by in a flash.I nutted twice, and so did rentman. Young trucker bested us all with four loads. “I’ve been pent up cause I aint got my boys around.” A dirtbag after my own heart. My house is set far enough back to where we could simply hop out of the camper rig still naked, still covered in cum. I can hear Jacck in the house - the boy likes to hear porn sounds as loud as possible. I think it’s one of the first videos we made together, me fucking him in the shower. I check the time on my phone; Derek and Dave won’t be in for another couple of hours. Assuming Jack hasn’t been lit all weekend, things should be blasting off right on schedule. I walk in through the garage, and there’s Jack bent over the dinner table, lazily eating a piece of pizza. He’s a brazen bottom, I think as I give his beautiful, carefully sculpted ass a firm smack before bending over and licking his hole, kissing it like it just came back from war. Jack shudders in delight,a soft moan escpaing from his mouth. I give his ass a much harder smack, and this time he yelps. He’s definitely not used to the rough treatment from me. “Get your ass upstairs, we have a few things to talk about.” Jack obeys, wagging his perfect ass up every step, making sure that in my horned up state, I can’t stare at anything else. He’s surely heard the other voices in the garage, but he doesn’t ask, doesn’t even acknowledge. My boy is not only beautiful, he’s brilliant, and he’s figured out that I’ve figured out he parties. Even money he’ll be smoking when I get upstairs. And if I had taken that bet, I would have lost. Not that he didn’t have stuff or the implements to smoke it with. “I wanted to wait for you. I’m sorry daddy, I know I should have told you I started doing thiis. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me” He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes he knows I can’t resist. Yes, I’m being manipulated here, but I’m being manipulated into doing something I’ve lusted after. I’m going to get high on meth with my son, make him suck my cock like he’s done a thousand times before, bend him over, shove my aching prick up his pristine, beautiful, velvety ass, and fuck him until I cum and he begs me for every last drop of my load. And I’m doing it on film, with two of the porn industries brightest talents supervising the lighting, the sound, the angles, even the jockstrap my boy wears and the pair of sunglasses they decide to have me wear. Some cheap ray ban knock offs - I can never resist a good 10 dollar pair of gas station sunglasses. Jack still has no idea they’re here, or at least I think he doesn’t. “Ok boy, we are going to get high. I’m going to fuck you like an animal. You’re going to have my cum dripping out of your hole when the next guys have their turn.” I can see the excitement and anticipation in his eyes, but also the slightest bit of concern. “Don’t worry, you know them. Or all but one of them.” I begin casting my phone to the tv in our bedroom, it’s me fucking rentman. I’m in the shower at the truck stop, and from the pace of my thrusting, I’m pretty obviously fucked up. Jack sees it and starts to ask a question, but I cut him off. “Your asshole isn’t going to wash itself. Go clean out. We don’t want any accidents on camera, particularly with the professionals waiting downstairs to fuck you after I’ve had my way with you.” “Yes daddy. But wait to smoke with me when I get out? I want to get high with you tonight.” he says as he saunters into the shower. So here I am, packing the bowl and taking a few rips. I know he asked me to hold off, but I’ve been lit since yesterday afternoon and I need to keep my energy levels up. And I also need to prepare for what’s about to happen. I’m about to get my son fucked up by shooting him up on meth. Then I’m going to fuck him, hard, long, and in as many positions as I can think of, all in front of a camera that will broadcast my - our - depravity to the whole world. In a few days, I won’t be remembered for the tech I’ve developed, the charities I’ve donated to, the young women and men of color I’ve helped launch into an industry that refuses to get any less stale male or pale. No. I’ll be forever remembered as the dad who had the fucking balls to fuck his boy on camera, make a couple of million off the tapes, and retire to a life of debauchery and drugs and dicking down my only son. And who knows? Maybe we’ll find him a nice Russian bride, someone who won’t ask too many questions, and we can take turns fucking her until she’s pregnant. My cock is like a steel beam, and solid mass of granite, as I think about what it would be like watching my boy sink his cock into his son, feeling my grandson lick my dick clean after fucking him nice and gentle. I am so fucking hard. I picture what his cum face will look like, and I actually shoot my load right then and there. Just as Jack opens the bathroom door. “Hi daddy. I’m ready.” He’s one step ahead of me, as per usual. He’s got two syringes and a tourniquet in his hand. I fucking love my son.

Check out my boypussy. Tell me what you'd do with it.

Mentally it feels incredible. Nothing like it. Physically very wet and satisfying

The night was still as I set up the alter, magic circle and candles. The distant sound of bells chiming midnight, the witching hour started. I spoke the words to open a portal to another realm and call forth a lust demon. A swirl of mist filled the room and a voice called out. The mist cleared and there stood not a demon but the horseman pestilence, as I looked at the skeletal it opened its cloak showing a bony cock. His eyes glowed red and I was under his spell. I was told he could not go back without a sacrifice and i was to be it. As I turned and bent over he moved behind me and took his pleasure with me. His hard bony cock hurt but he just kept thrusting. The bone moved faster and faster in my hole till he roared and a burning fluid filled my insides. Before he vanished into the mist again he laughed while telling me the pestilence he filled me with . The mist cleared and im alone again with a very sore hole. Magic can be dangerous fun x x

Married vers (not mostly btm) here. Been playing BB with guys for a few years now. Wife knows i like guys but not that I like taking anon loads. I simply love the thrill of meeting a guy allowing him to breed me then return to my wife and daughter with a freshly fucked arse and load planted deep in me. Sooo dirty and I love it!

Precum can still transmit diseases just not as much as full load. I have had many precum loads in me and full loads from several men. Take the full load man, you'll never go back Or have him pull out and paint you hole then slide back in and lube that hole with his seed

Part 20 - The Lovers Angelo leaned back against the front door his eyes closed as a heaved a heavy breath reliving the events, his thoughts flashing back to Matt wielding the knife towards Ethan. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter trying to banish the thoughts but no matter how hard all he could see was Ethan. The sadness etched across his face at the thought of Ethan walking out of the house and life forever, there was no taking back what happened. Angelo opened his eyes and headed to the kitchen to get some water, the house was deathly silent in an unusual way, opening the refrigerator he grabbed two bottles thinking that the one he would give to Ethan would be peace offering and make everything all right again. Stupid he told himself as he banged his head lightly on the refrigerator door as if to knock some sense in to himself. Angelo walked towards the lounge and stood at the door, Ethan laid on the sofa hugging a cushion his face turned towards the back of the sofa staring blankly at nothing. The sight of Ethan and the thought of loosing him bore down heavily on his shoulders, he was anxious that Ethan may struggle to process everything that had gone on. Adam's words as he departed kept ringing in his head, there was no doubt as Angelo stood watching him that he was so deeply in love with Ethan, letting him go was not an option he wanted to entertain. Underneath he knew that the next few minutes were going to be make or break for them. Angelo's arms fell down by his side holding the water bottles "I'm so sorry" he said. "About what?" Ethan responded without looking at him. Angelo could see a tear trickling down Ethan's face "I put you in danger this evening". Ethan didn't move his head and continued staring at the back of the sofa "You couldn't have known what he would do". "He attacked you Ethan" unusually Angelo was now feeling frightened. Ethan wiped his face "He must still be in love with you to go to such lengths". Angelo nodded as he thought back to things Matt said during the evening and seeing it all combine to make logical sense. He now understood the whole charade had been planned by Matt to get him back and win him over by his kindness and support. "I was a fool to let him get to me like this, I have no excuse" Angelo turned to leave. Ethan looked over "Is that for me?". Angelo turned and looked down at the bottle in his hand "Oh yes, thought you might need a drink". "I do, thank you" Ethan responded and held out his hand. Angelo walked over to him and handed the bottle "I have wrecked everything tonight" he turned to go back to the kitchen. Ethan looked at him "Where are you going?" he asked worried by how Angelo was acting. Angelo stopped "To leave you in peace" he continued walking towards the kitchen. "Stop Angelo can we talk, I mean seriously talk?" Ethan called to him. Angelo turned and walked across to Ethan "If your sure you are up to it". Ethan watched him sit on the sofa next to him "I need to know why you doubted me?". Angelo lowered his head "I don't know, probably the anger and upset at the time, I didn't think straight". "Did you really think that was the reason for me being with you?" Ethan looked Angelo in the eye. Angelo looked at Ethan "I should never have questioned it, you have true to me since we met". Ethan wiped his face as another tear trickled down his face "I fell in love with you Angelo". "Do you really still feel that way after tonight?" Angelo asked looking at his bottle of water. Ethan shut his eyes for a moment "Is it because of my age, you think I won't stick around?" Angelo looked up caught by his comment "It has crossed my mind, I held back as long as I could before opening up to you". Ethan studied him "You were a fascination at first, one I couldn't stop going back to, I mean look at you". Angelo looked questioningly at him "What do you mean?". "You have the body the looks and devilish eyes, but I also fell for the Angelo in here" he tapped Angelo's heart. "So you where serious about what you said earlier?" Angelo asked holding Ethan's hand. Ethan nodded "Angelo you are my life and part of me that I never want to let go of". Angelo looked at him "I love that I am with you and you are in my life, never forget that Ethan". Ethan snuggled up and Angelo put his arm around him "You still want me then Angelo?". Angelo kissed his forehead "More than ever Ethan, do you still want me?". Ethan nodded as his head moved towards Angelo's, foreheads touching momentarily before their lips sought each other, lips touching lips kissing tenderly with love and kindness. Angelo's heart and body relaxed in relief in his head his mind was already made up what to do, he stopped realising Ethan was looking at him smiling. "You look lost in you thoughts Angelo, can we go to bed now?" Ethan said running his hand along Angelo's face. Angelo nodded and looked at the wound covering "Does it hurt?". Ethan glanced at it "A little sore but not painful". Angelo reached around Ethan and picked him up and carried him upstairs, Ethan kissed his neck and whispered to him 'Been ages since you carried me upstairs' and then chuckled to himself. Angelo put him on the bed and went downstairs to lock up and turn off the lights, as he came back in to the bedroom Ethan was undressed and laying in bed sending a text. "Who are you texting at this time?" Angelo asked stripping his clothes off. Ethan looked up "Adam, just telling him everything is fine" he put his phone on the bed side table. Angelo slipped in to bed and Ethan snuggled up in his arms "My Angelo" he muttered kissing his neck. Angelo kissed his forehead "Always?" he whispered. Ethan nodded "Yes" he replied caressing Angelo's chest "Everything I want is here beside me". Angelo turned on his side to face Ethan "Do you understand how incredibly in love with you I am?". Ethan winced a little as he turned on his side to face Angelo "Yes" Angelo felt he was ready to burst from happiness as he thought he would never get to this point in his life after the disastrous relationship with Matt. Looking in Ethan's eyes he saw only happiness and love, he knew from that moment which direction his destiny was taking him but it was still a big gamble with Ethan being so young. Angelo kissed Ethan for several minutes before he pulled his head back and saw that wonderful smile emanating from Ethan's face that he so loved about him. Ethan whispered 'Don't stop' as he moved head back towards Angelo and they kissed tongues wrestling each other for supremacy, Ethan reached round pulling Angelo on top of him as he felt his legs pushed apart by Angelo's. Angelo was careful to avoid the wound as he slipped in between Ethan's legs resting on his forearms overlooking Ethan underneath him. He leant forward and began kissing him again, his thighs and ass being caressed by Ethan's legs. Angelo was in no state to delay making love to Ethan, quickly he had his cock positioned and pushing in to Ethan. Ethan gasped and wriggled to adjust as he felt his ass being prised open by Angelo's penetration, deeper and deeper it went forcing it's way inside. Ethan moaned and cried 'Oh god Angelo I love you', his words muffled by Angelo's tongue filling his mouth as he settled in to a steady driving rhythm of love making, his balls tapping rapidly at Ethan's ass. Ethan's back arching in desire for Angelo to make love to him. Slowly he ground his hips in to Ethan's ass who moaned in delight as they kissed, suddenly Angelo slowed to an almost stand still as he looked down at Ethan, unsure why he was stopping Ethan looked worryingly up at him, but Angelo just smiled and kissed him. "Ethan marry me?" Angelo looked deeper in to Ethan's eyes. Ethan grabbed Angelo's head "Oh my god.. yes, yes of course". Angelo smiled and kissed him then raised his head "Get ready I am going to fuck you in to the mattress". Ethan grabbed Angelo's shoulders just in time as he began to fuck Ethan hard and relentless, Ethan cried and screamed his name as he tripped out of the world and floated feeling the pure intensity of Angelo taking his lover, him. Angelo groaned and grunted signalling his climax was imminent, Ethan looked him in the eyes then kissed him hard as the fucking reached deeper in to his body 'Own me Angelo, show me you own me' he cried to Angelo. There was no aggressiveness in his love making it was a show of love and wanting for Ethan, he balls tightened quicker than they had ever done 'Oh god Ethan I love you' he called out as his body shuddered and his balls released their seed flowing rapidly up along the tubes until they met the pulsing shaft of the cock only to be fired out and released in to Ethan's body. Their mouths met in frantic kissing as Angelo's seed continued to be planted deep in to Ethan. After some time had passed Angelo pulled out and collapsed on to the bed panting heavily, Ethan laid beside him his hand across Angelo's chest was also panting trying to catch his breath. "Holy cow Angelo" Ethan panted with a grin on his face. Angelo turned to look at him "Sorry was it to much?". Ethan laughed "Fuck no, that was amazing" he breathed "I never knew it could be that exhilarating". Angelo patted Ethan's leg "I can't help it, I just love owning you and making love to you". Ethan turned to look at him "Did you mean what you said as you made love to me?". Angelo kissed him "Yes, you definitely want to marry me?". Ethan laughed "After that I would marry you every day, but yes I meant my answer". Ethan laid in the arms of Angelo side by side talking as Ethan drifted off to sleep. Some hours had passed and Ethan shuffled and woke himself up from a deep sleep, he laid there watching Angelo sleeping for a few minutes, he was happy and excited that the man laying next to him wanted to marry him. At best he thought he would be in his 30's before he found the right person to settle with or even not at all, but this man had completely won him over both from the physical sight and what was inside. His happiness bursting at the seems seemed to glow from his body as Angelo stirred and opened his eyes to find himself starring directly in to Ethan's eyes. "Are you aright, do you need anything?" Angelo asked sleepily. Ethan kissed him "No, I have everything I want right next to me". Angelo smiled "Go back to sleep then" he replied stroking Ethan's back. Within minutes they were both fast asleep again and Ethan for the first time in ages dreamt about Angelo and him walking along the beach hand in hand listening and watching the surf, in his dream they just walked mile upon mile along an expansive deserted beach. Ethan shuffled as he became aware the alarm clock was going off signalling it was 6am. He called out to 'Alexa stop' as Angelo began shifting in bed waking up. Ethan sat upright wondering if he had dreamt the whole thing, his hand wondered over to his shoulder where he felt the dressing. So it was all true he thought turning to look at Angelo who was starring up at him. "have you just realised what happened when we went to bed?" Angelo asked seeing a cogs in Ethan's mind working. Ethan nodded and smiled "Is it real, did you actually ask me to marry you?". "Yes" Angelo nodded "Are you having second thoughts?". Ethan shook his head "No, I just wanted to make sure it really did happen". Angelo smiled and stroked Ethan's back "I will pick you up after college". Ethan laid back down next to Angelo and kissed him "Why?" he asked curiously. "I need to get a ring on your finger, then you do become mine". Ethan kissed him on the mouth tenderly "Final step to really owning me, I want to buy you one as well". Angelo smiled "Is that so". "Oh yes" Ethan nodded "You may own me, but I own you", Angelo slipped his tongue in to Ethan's mouth and kissed him lovingly "Come on, we better get up". Ethan sat on the edge of the bed "Angelo do we tell anyone or wait a few days?". Angelo smiled at Ethan "Let's wait a couple of days, at least until I get a ring on your finger". Ethan nodded and got up to join Angelo in the shower "Promise you will never doubt me again". Angelo's hands were washing Ethan's back "I promise, I should never have in the first place" he replied. Ethan turned his head and leant back "It tore me apart thinking I was going to loose you". "It did?, that's good Ethan, it shows how much you love me. Never again my baby" Angelo kissed his neck. Adam poked his head in to the kitchen dead on 7am as usual to find Ethan ready to go to school with a big smile on his face, he couldn't help but notice something very different about Angelo, it was like his whole body was exuding happiness and figured it was down to them patching things up, or did he indeed do the right thing by Ethan. "You two look very happy this morning after last nights debacle" Adam said grabbing the coffee Angelo handed him. Ethan chuckled "We patched things up and made them better and I got the most amazing f..." Adam stopped him "Errr enough" he laughed "I don't need the graphic description I know you both well enough". Ethan slapped Adam on the ass "It was good though". Adam nodded and shook his head at the same time "How is the wound this morning?". "Sore but healing. I kind of feel sorry for Matt though" Ethan said looking at the place where it happened. Adam put his arm around Ethan "I wouldn't Ethan, somehow I don't think he feels sorry". Ethan turned to look at him "I guess not, thank you for being here for me last night". Angelo kissed Ethan's head "Stop being sentimental and get your bag or both of you we will be late". Ethan got in the passenger seat of the car and they pulled out the drive, they saw Matt's car being towed away by the police as they drove down the street towards Harrison. Adam glanced at Ethan "Are you sure your okay?". Ethan smiled "Yes, Angelo and I had a good talk last night and you could say we are closer than ever now". "Now?" Adam glanced and smiled seeing a glint in Ethan's eye, he wondered if Angelo did the right thing last night. Ethan sighed and sat back in his seat "How was Tony last night when you got back?". "Oh well he was somewhat shocked at what happened and he sort of asked for us to be exclusive now". Ethan turned to look at him "Exclusive, what does that mean?". Adam laughed "Like Angelo and you, sex with only your partner no one else". "Ah, is that something you want?" Ethan replied wondering if Adam could be serious enough. Adam nodded "Yes, I have loved Tony for years Ethan, long before we were of legal age". Ethan's mouth gapped open "wow, I never knew that". "We only came out as a serious couple after we both turned 18" Adam replied as he sniffed trying to hide his emotion. Ethan touched Adam's arm "It's lovely what you two have and lucky you found someone to love". Adam parked he car and looked at Ethan "He asked me to marry him last night". Ethan opened his eyes wide "What, seriously, and?". "I said yes, I love him to pieces but there comes a time when you need to be grown up about things" Adam replied. Ethan wanted to tell him but he held back "I am so happy for you both" he leaned in and kissed Adam. Adam shook his head laughing "What was that for?". "I still love you in our own way, does it mean we won't be able to kiss anymore?" Ethan asked with a sad expression. Adam opened the car door and looked at him "We can still kiss" he winked as he got out. Ethan got out of the car "Just another day" he said as they started walking to the cafeteria. Adam saw Ben sitting on his own "Ethan why don't you try and talk to Ben, he looks so unhappy". Adam grabbed two coffees and handed one to Ethan and nodded in Ben's direction, Ethan stood and thought so maybe this is not going to be just another day. For all the things Ben had done Ethan didn't feel any hatred for him, after all they had grown up together and were very close as friends. As Ethan watched him it struck him how sexy Ben actually was, he had never looked or thought of him in this way before. Ethan started to walk towards him, he never saw the cafeteria door open and Franco walk in, Adam quickly got his attention and called him over telling him to let them try and sort things out, Franco watched for a moment and nodded as they sat down and chatted about the previous evening. Ethan stood in front of Ben who looked up at him he wore neither happiness or anger but just looked Ethan in the eye. "Mind if I sit Ben" Ethan asked looking at him for some response. Ben nodded and looked at his coffee as Ethan sat down "I have been trying to speak to you for weeks". "Why didn't you?" Ethan replied. Ben nodded in the direction of Adam and Franco "They are always with you, what is the deal with Franco?". Ethan chuckled "Franco is the cousin of my boyfriend". "I see, he seems to always get in the way" Ben responded looking at Ethan. Ethan looked back at Ben "Yes he does, to him I am family and they look out for each other". "Is it really serious you and the Latino?" Ben said with little confidence. Ethan didn't know what to make of Ben "Yes. Can we talk about us?". Ben looked up at him "I'm sorry..." stopping mid sentence as he looked across to the doors. Ethan turned to see Javier walking in and looking over at them "Oh sorry about that it wasn't my doing". Ben returned his focus to Ethan "I know his brother really hauled him over the coals about his behaviour". "And what about you, you weren't exactly friendly towards me either?" Ethan leaned forward and sipped his coffee. Ben sat back and stared at Ethan "It was, I mean is complicated and I don't know if I am ready". Ethan frowned "Your not making any sense Ben, you are my oldest friend. Out of anyone I would hope you would understand". Ben looked down "I do and that is what makes it complicated. If I say anything you will probably tell people". "Ben your not making much sense" Ethan was getting frustrated at the cryptic words. Ben sighed "You could never tell how I felt about you, why we spent so much time together growing up". Ethan began to see the light "Oh Ben" his mind started whirring around "Are you saying what I think your saying". Ben freaked out "I'm sorry I have to go" he stood up and rushed out of the cafeteria as Ethan called after him. Ethan sat there looking blankly at the wall in front of him he could hear people walking around and chairs scuffing on the floor and Adam appeared in front of him. "That didn't look like it went well" Adam said looking at Ethan's frozen expression. Ethan snapped back "Oh er, Adam must promise not to say anything to anyone, despite what happened in the past". Adam looked curiously "Of course". Ethan still looked dazed "I think Ben might have been trying to tell me he is gay, that is why he closed me out". Adam looked at Ethan "Wow, Ben gay, now that is a revelation". "How could I not have seen it, all those years of sleepovers and play fighting we did" Ethan shook his head. Adam clicked his fingers at Ethan "Snap out of it, we have lectures. Maybe we need to get Ben alone and talk to him". Ethan nodded as they stood up and headed to class.

Part 18 - Family Ties There was a slight tension in the air barely noticeable by anyone sitting around but Angelo could sense it, he thought it would be better to leave them to talk this out. "You look well Ethan" Jack said moving the chair to sit on. Angelo stood as Jack sat down "I will leave you to catch up". "No Angelo, I want you to stay there is nothing to hide" Ethan said looking at him. Jack waited for Angelo to sit down then turned to Ethan "I don't really know what to say Ethan, in my head I had it all planned." Ethan fondled the glass in front of him "You are not often lost for words" he responded. "I'm sorry for what happened between us" Jack spoke tentatively. Ethan waited for a moment "Sorry about what, turning your back on me so quickly?" he asked calmly. "The whole thing caught me by surprise Ethan, how was I suppose to react" Jack replied apologetically. Jack continued "I won't to put this behind us and you to come back home". Ethan looked at Angelo then his father "Everything changed father when you hit me". Jack looked at Ethan "You gave back just as good". "I wasn't about to let it happen again, and you made your point very clear" Ethan looked down at the glass. Jack sat quietly for a moment then continued "I know but I never expected you would actually leave". Ethan looked at his father and Angelo "I'm sorry but I won't come back home to live". Jack glanced at Angelo "Is this your doing?" he spoke with an agitated voice. Ethan lowered his voice in annoyance "I made my own choice to move in with Angelo before our argument". He continued "What happened that evening just made it sooner than we both expected and don't speak to him like that". Jack was stunned by his response "Did you ever intend on telling us?". Ethan nodded "Yes, but I think you would have reacted the same no matter when I told you". Jack knew it would be no use arguing with him "I can't pretend to like this Ethan". "I wouldn't expect you to, but you will have to come to accept it if you wan me in your life" Ethan replied. Jack nodded "It will take time" he said glancing at Angelo "Can we at least re-build our relationship?". Ethan looked at his father and nodded slowly "Two conditions though". "Negotiating already?" Jack smiled at Ethan. Ethan looked seriously at him "Stop controlling my life and let me live it as I want, and accept Angelo". Jack studied Ethan for a moment "Only if you promise to finish college". Ethan glanced at Angelo "Deal" he said smiling at his father who leaned in and hugged his son. Jack turned to Angelo "I owe you an apology as well Angelo". Angelo shook his head "No Jack, I should apologise as I deceived you after realising who Ethan was". "I don't pretend to understand what is going on, that's is what is hard for me" Jack said looking at Ethan. Ethan smiled "I only want you to accept me and us, I don't want to shut you out of my life". Jack smiled and hugged his son again this time it lasted longer and unexpectedly Jack turned to Angelo and hugged him. Ellie watched from her table at the progress when she saw Angelo stand up and walk towards her. "Hi, I'm Angelo you must be Ethan's mother" Angelo held out his hand. Ellis stood up and hugged Angelo "Thank you for looking after my boy". Angelo smiled "I'm sorry for all the trouble it has caused, but he means the world to me. Come over and have a drink with us". As Ellie approached the table Ethan stood up and gave his mother a kiss and a hug, they spent the rest of the evening talking and slowly beginning to understand and accept how things would be from now on. As time healed the rift between father and son and they slowly re-built their family, Ethan was careful never to push or show affection towards Angelo around his parents at this early stage. Matt had kept a low profile but was still watching them both carefully, he knew of Mark and Franco and slowly his plan began to form to get Angelo back, he would wait with open arms when the time was right. It was a cold September morning as Matt ordered a coffee standing in the line behind Mark waiting for his order, he accidentally bumped in to Mark. "Sorry I didn't mean to bump in to you" Mark turned and nodded "Oh aren't you Mark?" he asked. Mark turned to face him "Yes" he looked quizzically at him. Matt smiled "How is Ethan, I know him through his friend?". "Oh, err.. he is okay, why do you ask?" Mark was curious now. Matt picked up his coffee "I know he is dating some guy for a meal ticket, you know just biding his time". Mark watched him put a lid on his coffee "I don't know what you mean" he replied shaking his head. Matt turned to make his exit "Oh you know, he doesn't love him or anything, just using him for now. Must dash bye". He swiftly exited the coffee shop and could see Mark's reflection in the window looking shocked and confused, he walked round the side of the coffee shop and got in his car and disappeared. Mark was jolted back when the barista called his order out, confused and quite upset at what he just heard he glanced over the office debating if he should say anything to Angelo. Mark walked back over with the coffees in hand and entered the office, he watched Angelo for a moment as he walked towards his desk and put the coffee down. "You look like you have seen a ghost" Angelo looked at him smiling. Mark looked over at him "Oh just something on my mind" he didn't have the heart to say anything and would wait. Mark tried to put it out of his mind for the moment and buried his head in work. Matt arrived in White Plains and knew from his diligent stalking where Franco would be at this time in the afternoon after college. He used the same tactic and rushed out as he didn't like the look on Franco's face, but he knew the damage was done and now it was a waiting game. Franco sat down and began typing a text to Angelo 'Is it true that Ethan is using you?" he looked and didn't know what else to say so he hit the send button. He never would have thought Ethan was like that but then unless you know someone you just couldn't tell, Franco pondered weather Adam was in on this as well. He decided to wait and see what Angelo would have to say before confronting Ethan. Mark looked up at Angelo who dropped his phone on his desk "What's the matter?" he asked. Angelo stared at his phone then looked up at Mark "Nothing, just something I have to deal with". "Is it Ethan?" Mark hazarding a guess. Angelo nodded "Yes" and a look of disappointment drew across his face. "Come on lets go outside and talk" Mark stood dreading this moment. Angelo stood up and grabbed his phone as they walked outside in to the chilly wind and sat down the bench outside the coffee shop, Mark went in and fetched two coffees and returned to sit by Angelo. "Has someone texted you about him and what he is up to?" Mark asked handing the coffee to Angelo. Angelo nodded "It appears he is not all it seems Mark". Mark touched Angelo's leg "Someone told me this morning he was after a meal ticket". Angelo looked at him "Then it is true, why didn't you tell me this morning?". "I didn't know what to make of it, it is strange someone just talks to you and says this" Mark responded. Angelo looked out across the parking lot "I can't believe he took me in like this". Mark shook his head "I don't believe any of it Angelo, don't make any rash decision". "What would you expect me to do?" Angelo asked sipping his coffee. "I don't know, who was the text you got from?" Mark asked. Angelo showed Mark the message "From my cousin, he is at the same college as Ethan". Mark sat there in disbelief "I can't understand it, sure it is not true". Angelo sat back and sighed "I put my heart on a string to be cut open again". "No Angelo, I don't believe Ethan is like that, to hear this twice in one day isn't right" Mark protested to Angelo. Angelo looked at him "Or it is". Mark stopped short of getting annoyed with him "Just talk to him Angelo". "I need to head home and sort it out tonight, I won't live with a lie" Angelo stood up and walked back to the office. Matt sat in his car smiling and turned the engine over as he needed to get over to Larchmont, he knew by the look on Angelo's face that word had got back to him. He wanted to be there ready with open arms for Angelo playing the supportive ex boyfriend. Angelo packed his things up and turned his phone off as he got in the car, he needed to think on the drive over. Mark sat at his desk with his head in his hands until Dillon made a noise taking his coat of the closet, Dillon had been with Angelo since the start of the business and had met Matt a couple of times in the coffee shop years ago and was surprised to see him there this morning whilst Mark was in there. "Hey Mark, don't look so down dude" Dillon walked up towards Mark's desk. Mark looked up "Hey Dillon, sorry a few things on my mind that are worrying me". Dillon smiled "Strange day, and never expected to see the ex back around here after their break up". Mark computed it slowly "Ex, what ex?". "Matt was over in the coffee shop this morning I saw him go in after you" Dillon said waving his hand about. Mark stood up "Matt, Angelo's ex?". Dillon nodded "Yeah he is a complete fruitcake, a couple of us think he hasn't let go of Angelo yet". "What do you mean?" Mark scratched his head. Dillon laughed "He sits in his car way over in the parking lot at least once a week, but this week 3 times from what I saw". Mark described him to Dillon who nodded "I never knew that was his ex" he replied suddenly looking horrified. Dillon shrugged his shoulders "Yeah, any how see you tomorrow". Mark was dialling Angelo's mobile "Yes sure Dillon and thanks". The phone went straight to voicemail so Mark tried the number again and did so a dozen times. He was now frantic and decided he would have to drive over to Angelo's place in Larchmont hopefully before Angelo did anything he might later regret. He stopped for a moment and searched the files for Franco's number remembering that it must be on file for when he works during the holidays. He dialled the number and waited for Franco to answer his phone, after the pleasantries were out of the way Mark asked him how he had heard of this rumour about Ethan. Franco explained and the described Matt but strangely he did not know his name. To Mark it quickly became obvious that this was no accident they both got the same message from the same guy, he explained to Franco telling him that he fears what Angelo may do before he knows the full facts. Franco swore in Spanish down the phone more so at how gullible he was being taken in, he thought at the time this could not be true and now it was confirmed, after he calmed down he told Mark he was also going to drive over to Angelo's. Mark ran out of the office and jumped in his car still trying to call Angelo. In White Plains Franco borrowed his mothers car and headed off to Larchmont.

Part 13 - Ladies That Lunch Ellie arrived at the restaurant and found Margarite sat at a quiet table in the corner. Margarite stood and gave Ellie a kiss on the cheek and they both sat down as the waiter brought the menus over, they chatted about the Hamptons and what was going on in Harrison over the last few weeks. Ellie talked about Sofie and her dance classes hoping that she would take up ballet. Margarite place her desert order and closed her menu. "Oh I spoke to the Guttenburgs last week" Margarite piped up. Ellie ordered her desert "They only stayed a couple of weeks in the Hamptons this year". "Yes, said they had a lovely beach BBQ at yours" Margarite laughed. Ellie laughed with her "Well he nearly lost his eyebrows at one point, you should come next year". "Husband likes to jet off for holidays, I do try to persuade him" Margarite said looking disappointed. Ellie smiled "Mine wants to go to the Caribbean again in November". "Will all of you go?" Margarite asked. "Ethan probably not, he has his studies and is doing really well" Ellie remarked with pride. Margarite smiled "Ethan looked so happy when I saw him in Larchmont a few weeks back at the Marina restaurant". "Oh, he never told me he went there for dinner" Ellie looked surprised. Margarite leaned forward "He certainly looked all loved up with his date". Ellie grimaced "Well as long as he is happy but doesn't get to serious at the moment". "Of course Ben told me had some suspicions that there was something going on" Margarite casually said. Ellie smiled "Well they are young". Margarite leaned in again "But a Latino, I would never have saw that coming" she looked at Ellie. "Latino?" Ellie remarked "Do you mean Latina?". Margarite shook her head "No Latino, rather sexy as well and very fit, a little older than Ethan I would say". The colour drained from Ellie's face "You must be mistaken". Margarite sat back "Ellie didn't you know?" she feigned a look of shock. Ellie tried to compose herself "Probably a friend from college". "Ben confirmed to me he was the other day" Margarite was enjoying her time immensely. Ellie saw the look of satisfaction on Margarite's face "Gay son, well at least that puts me above the rest". "You don't mind Ellie?" Margarite looked at her. Ellie smiled "At least we have a diverse family unlike the bog standard ones in Harrison". "You know there are other's around here in fact Ethan hangs out with one of them" Margarite played on it. Ellie suddenly guessed "Oh you mean Adam, such a lovely mannered boy we loving having him round". Margarite knew it was backfiring "You do know that Ben and Ethan had a falling out?". "Oh dear is your son not so accepting and open?" Ellie had Margarite on the run and loved it. Lunch over Ellie sat in the car fuming and sent a text message to Ethan 'Where are you?', annoyed at all the networking she had done to pair him off with some of the most respectable girls in Harrison. More than that she was angry that Margarite had to tell her, on the drive home she couldn't work out weather she was really upset, angry or just against it. Ethan's response text came as she pulled up the garage 'Back at 7pm'. She suddenly stopped and realised that Adam was in the Hamptons with Ethan, but no he wasn't a Latino so it couldn't be him. Head full of emotions she decided to sleep on it before confronting him and telling Jack, she knew she would have to before Jack found out from someone else in Harrison. Ethan put his phone down and settled back down in Angelo's arms as they watched the storm raging on, he thought it strange his mother would send a text asking where he was and began to feel a little on edge. An hour had passed and Ethan was packing his bag when his phone pinged again, he saw a new message but this time from Ben, he opened it and read it then dropped his phone. Angelo looked over at his worried face. "What is it Ethan?" Angelo walked over. Ethan sat down "My mother knows, Ben's mother had lunch and told her about us". Angelo sat down besides him "You are going to have to face up to this Ethan". Ethan nodded and looked outside "I think the storm is about to get bad". Angelo put his arm around him "We will deal with what ever happens Ethan". "Really?" Ethan looked at Angelo who nodded. It took nearly 5 hours to drive back as the Hamptons roads were flooded and traffic was slow. Ethan finally walked in to the house at just after 9pm, he could hear his father in the study working and his mother came out from the lounge and looked at him. "You look tired Ethan, long drive back with the weather?" Ellie asked. Ethan looked curiously at her "Yes, really bad storm there". "Come on I will make you a hot drink" Ellie turned and walked in to the kitchen. Ethan sat down "Thank you" he said. "So how was your weekend, you don't seem very happy" Ellie was watching the coffee machine. Ethan looked at her "It was good swam a lot and relaxed". Ellie put the coffee down in front of Ethan "I had an interesting lunch today with Margarite". Ethan looked at his cup "I know". Ellie had a surprised look on her face "How do you know?". "Ben sent me a text gloating, you know we fell out" Ethan wiped his eye. Ellie nodded "I know and I know why" as much as she wanted to be angry with him she couldn't do it. "Oh" Ethan sat starring at the cup "does father know?". "Not yet, I wanted to speak to you first" Ellie closed the kitchen door "Really Ethan?". Ethan looked up at her "Yes, I tried to play along with your matchmaking but it isn't me". "Your only just 18 Ethan we will find you a nice girl to settle down with" Ellie was testing him. Ethan shook his head "It would be living a lie mother, I am just not attracted to girls". "Is it Adam your attracted to?" She asked. Ethan shook his head again "No, he has been very supportive and more loyal as a friend". "I can't say I am happy about this Ethan, it is not who you were raised to be" Ellie looked on disappointed. Ethan stood up "It has nothing to do with being raised it is just who I am inside". Ellie shook her head "Go to bed Ethan". It was tense and Ethan walked in to his bedroom feeling sick, he sat in the bathroom on the floor and cried. Over the following days he kept out of everyone's way at home when he could and had several conversations with Angelo and Adam who had wanted to come over and see him, he had put Adam off for now as he didn't want to antagonise the situation. The first Saturday approached and Ethan quietly slipped out in the afternoon and spent the day with Angelo, it was breaking Angelo's heart to see Ethan so quiet and distracted. By 7pm Ethan asked Angelo to take him home as he shouldn't spend the night out of the house at the moment. Angelo watched Ethan get out of the car "Ethan if things get bad call me, I am here for you". Ethan nodded and kissed Angelo "I promise, I just need this to be out of the way now, I know it's coming". Angelo called out to him "5 to go" he watched Ethan smile and nod. By the time Angelo got back home at 8pm Adam was sat on his porch step wanting to find out how Ethan was holding up. Since he now lived in Larchmont with Tony it was a blessing to see Adam there as Angelo found he needed the company to help take his mind off things. The weekend out of the way Ethan got a call from Adam telling him he would be in Harrison on Tuesday morning and would like to meet up, Ethan agreed and said he would be there by 11am. He was still keeping a low profile around his mother and concentrating on his studies to make sure he was well versed for the year ahead at college. Tuesday came and Ethan quietly came down the stairs and opened the front door. "Where are you going Ethan?" Ellie stood at the kitchen door looking at him. Ethan turned in surprise "Harrison, I am meeting Adam to catch up". "Just don't get spotted doing anything else" Ellie turned and closed the kitchen door. Sofie looked up "What's the matter mother?". "Nothing, how is your rehearsal going?" Ellie changed the subject. Sofie looked over at her "It's Ethan isn't it?". Ellie turned to face her "What do you mean?". Sofie rolled her eyes upwards "You know full well what I mean". Ellie looked shocked "You know?". "Of course, it is obvious if you only stopped and paid real attention for once" Sofie retorted. At sixteen Sofie was not above speaking her mind in front of her mother. She kept her ear to the ground and knew what was going with Ethan through her own circle of friends. "What do you mean by that young lady?" Ellie lost her patience with Sofie. Sofie shook her head "Really mother, you and father don't know Ethan at all, he is just a puppet to you". Ellie sat down "Is that what you think?". "Ethan's life has been mapped out by you both, somewhere along the way you lost sight of him" Sofie replied. Ellie knew she had hit the nail on the head "Is that why he rebelled like this?". "He hasn't rebelled he just likes boys, why don't you find him one instead of a girl" Sofie chuckled. Ellie looked at her "It doesn't bother you?". Sofie laughed "Of course it does, I have to worry about competing against him for boys now". Ellie laughed for the first time in many days, chatting to Sofie had shone a whole new light on things seeing her daughter quite open and happy about a gay brother. Ethan shook his head in disbelief and walked up the drive and along the lane towards Harrison, his head conflicted not really knowing where his mother stood, he was happy to finally see Adam and be able to talk to him. Although brief Ethan felt a lot better and walked back towards home. He said hello to his mother and went up to his room. Jack had finished early and headed home pulling up the driveway just after 2pm. Ellie made him a sandwich and took it to the study where Jack was catching up on some emails. She waited until he had finished and wondered in. "Jack we need to talk about Ethan" she closed the door and walked over towards him. Jack looked up "Has he got in to trouble?". Ellie nervously laughed "No, well not quite but you should know he is not interested in girls". "Not interested in girls, you mean he doesn't want to marry?" Jack looked confused. Ellie shook her head "Not quite, he is.. well gay". Jack looked at her "What!, when, are you sure?". Ellie nodded "Yes he is Jack". "Not in my house he doesn't I won't have it" Jack stormed to the door and shouted "Ethan get down here now". Ethan shook as somehow he knew his mother had just told his father and could tell by the way he was summoned that he was angry, he slowly made his way downstairs he walked in to the study where Jack gabbed his arm and spun him around. "Well is it true, you fuck around with men?" Jack shouted in his face. Ethan stepped back looking afraid and nodded "Yes". Quick as a flash Ethan felt the stinging pain across his face as his father struck him with hefty force, his eyes filled with tears at the pain and he wiped under his nose to see blood. Ethan had fallen to the floor and stood back up. "No son of mine is gonna be gay" Jack screamed at Ethan. Ellie was horrified and upset "Jack please calm down". Jack continued his shouting "Get out of my house, pack your things and fuck off out of my house". Ethan looked "Father please". Jack repeated louder stressing his anger for Ethan to get out of his house and raised his hand again. Ethan reacted quickly in self protection and punched his father in the face with all his might sending him toppling over the sofa. Realising what he had done he ran out of the study and up to his room and locked the door. He sobbed for nearly an hour in the corner of his room, his face still sore. Eventually he stood up and went in to the bathroom and looked in to the mirror, he had blood stains running down over his lips and chin and several splatters on his t-shirt. He wiped his eyes and went back to the bedroom to get his phone and rang Angelo, the phone rang and rang, he called the number again but it went to voicemail he left a message 'Angelo, please I need you' he put his phone on the bed and sat waiting. Ethan could still hear his father ranting downstairs, Ethan had never hit anyone and to do it to your father was something he couldn't fathom out where it had come from. An hour had passed and he heard nothing from Angelo, he was now beginning to fear the worse that Angelo was not turning out to be the real deal and had lead him up the garden path, had he played him for a fool and left him to deal with his own consequences. Ethan cried again and began packing some of his clothes and college work in to a couple of large bags he had for weekends away. He picked up his phone again and tried Angelo's number but it rang and eventually went to voicemail again. He sat on the bed all cried out, he had nowhere to go and no idea what he was going to do, he sat for a what seemed like hours. He packed a few more things and thought to call Adam and Tony and was reaching over for his phone. Angelo was finishing his meeting and returning to his office when Mark, his assistant, told him his personal phone had been going off like crazy. Angelo saw the missed calls from Ethan and listened to the voicemail. He ran out of the office and called to his assistant that he would be back in the morning. Angelo jumped in to his car and put his phone on Bluetooth, he sped away towards Harrison and called Ethan's mobile. The phone rang and Ethan saw that Angelo was calling him "Angelo". "Ethan what's wrong" Angelo asked urgently. Ethan sniffed "Please come and take me away..." Angelo stopped him "I am already on my way, you are coming home with me where you belong". "Thank you Angelo" Ethan hung up and wiped his eyes. He felt an immense sense of relief that he had somewhere to go, but more so it would be with Angelo. He picked up his two bags and quietly walked down the stairs the study door was closed and he could hear his father had calmed down and was talking with his mother. Unmistakably he heard his name mentioned several times and a banging sound from his father hitting the desk with his fist. Sofie appeared over the stairs "Go Ethan I love you, will text you later" she said quietly. Ethan smiled but with sadness in his eyes and opened the front door then quietly slipped out, he went round the side of the house to avoid being seen walking up the drive. He threw his bags over the wall and climbed over then sat on the grass, he had been there only seconds when he saw Angelo's car approaching. Angelo jumped out of the car and saw the blooded t-shirt and redness around his nose and chin. He shook his head and hugged Ethan. "Did your father do this" Angelo said. Ethan nodded "Yes, but he was angry". Angelo looked angry "Fuck Ethan that is no excuse, if he wasn't your father I would beat him to pulp". "It will just make things worse. I thought you had changed your mind when I couldn't get hold of you" Ethan said. Angelo kissed his head "Never Ethan, you belong with me". Angelo put Ethan and his belongings in the car and drove off towards Larchmont, Ethan looked back tears running down his face. Sofie went in to the kitchen to fetch a drink and as she closed the refrigerator door she heard the door to the study open and Jack walked in. "Oh, thought you was Ethan" Jack looked at her then shouted up to Ethan "Ethan come down". Sofie passed by and climbed the stairs "He won't answer you father" she looked at him. "Can you talk to him Sofie?" Jack asked Sofie shook her head "He left about 15 minutes ago". "Left, what do you mean left?" Jack replied looking more annoyed. Sofie continued up the stairs "You told him to leave, so he has". Ellie burst in to tears "See what you have done" she ran up the stairs towards Ethan's room. Ethan was asleep when Angelo arrived home, he got out of the car and put Ethan's belongings in the hallway before going back to the car to wake Ethan up. Angelo helped him out of the car and picked him up carrying him inside. "Do you want to have a bath?" Angelo asked putting Ethan on the sofa. Ethan nodded "Please". Angelo ran a bath and Ethan walked in to the bathroom naked "Take your time, I will make you something to eat". Ethan looked at Angelo "Thank you Angelo, for being here" he smiled and kissed him. Angelo smiled "Ethan you don't need to thank me". Ethan climbed in to the bath "You still love me then?" he looked at Angelo. "Very much so Ethan" Angelo stroked Ethan's head "I will get you a set of keys tomorrow". Ethan hadn't computed things properly for a while and looked confused "Keys?" Angelo smiled "Yes, that is if you still want to live with me?". Ethan smiled at Angelo "Yes but I don't want you to think it is because of today". "It is earlier than anticipated but it doesn't change anything" Angelo kissed him on the head. A heavy downpour of rain had suddenly appeared and Angelo picked up the blood stained t-shirt looking at it, he felt angry at Jack for hitting Ethan, he took it to the laundry room then brought Ethan's bags upstairs to the master bedroom. Angelo's anger dissipated and was replaced by real happiness that Ethan would now be living with him, he knew there was a lot of recovering ahead for Ethan but at least he could be by his side. Angelo stood in the kitchen making a sandwich when there was a knock at the door, he wasn't expecting anyone he looked at the door cam and saw Adam standing there looking anxious, Angelo opened the front door and saw a drenched Adam standing there. "Angelo is he here?" Adam asked looking worried. Angelo nodded and pulled Adam inside "I picked him up about an hour ago". "Thank god, his sister sent a message to my sister, blah blah you know what girls are like" Adam spoke fast. Angelo shook Adam gently "Hey calm down Adam, Ethan is okay, a little upset and soaking in the bathtub". Adam breathed and hugged Angelo "Did he leave home?". Angelo nodded "Yes, but you need to get out of those wet clothes Adam". Adam undressed "His sister said there had been a big fight" he said standing holding his clothes. Angelo brought Adam a dressing gown down and put his wet clothes in the dryer "Yes" Angelo held his breath. "Angelo, please don't do anything crazy" Adam held Angelo's arm. Angelo looked at Adam "He hit his own son and my boyfriend, god it makes me angry thinking about it". Adam hugged Angelo "You must let it go Angelo let it sort it self out". Ethan walked in to the kitchen he had heard the last part of the conversation, the sight of Adam hugging Angelo in comfort was a big step with Angelo showing his emotions. Angelo wiped his eyes and told Ethan to eat his sandwich, Adam came over and gave Ethan a hug and sat down next to him. "Are you working tomorrow Angelo?" Adam asked. Angelo nodded "Yes I have a busy couple of weeks in the city". "Do you want me to come over in the morning and be with Ethan" Adam suggested. Angelo looked at Ethan "Thank you that is if Ethan wants the company". Ethan nodded "Yes, I don't want to be alone and dwell on today, I want to move forward" Ethan had put his phone on silence and refused to answer calls and messages from his mother and father. He sent one message to his sister telling her he was fine. Ethan climbed in to bed next Angelo his face was still sore and a small bruise was appearing under his left eye, Angelo put his arm around Ethan and allowed him to cuddle up. Ethan had no idea how long he had been asleep but his dreams replayed the fight with his father and he felt he was struggling to be free and sat bolt upright gasping. Angelo sat up and put his arm around Ethan who flinched at the touch thinking he was still dreaming. Angelo knew this time he was not flinching at his touch 'Ethan it's alright you are safe' he whispered, Ethan turned and kissed Angelo and settled back down in his arms. Angelo stroked his head 'Never forget you are loved and wanted' he whispered cuddling him. Finally Ethan settled back down but was wide awake, he slipped his hand down Angelo's body and was rewarded feeling Angelo's aroused state, Ethan kissed him lovingly and rolled on to his stomach. Angelo didn't need any prompting as he guided his body over Ethan's and rested on his back slowly kissing and biting his neck working his way towards Ethan's mouth, Ethan responded with small moans of pleasure and pushing his ass up grinding it against Angelo's cock. The magic between them showing it's hand as Angelo slipped his arm around Ethan's neck firmly holding his shoulder, Angelo raised his hips and let his cock slide between Ethan's ass cheeks. Angelo moaned in excitement feeling his cock slipping inside, Ethan raised his head turning to kiss Angelo, he moaned and whimpered between kisses as Angelo pushed his cock in deeper until his hips rested on top of Ethan's ass. Ethan pushed his ass up and Angelo forced it back down with his hips causing Ethan to cry out in pleasure, Angelo held Ethan closer to him and began moving his hips up and down in a tender loving motion. They continued for nearly half an hour with Ethan feeling more than ever this was what he needed and wanted. For the first time Ethan moaned louder and begged Angelo to fuck him harder, no sooner had he said that he felt the pressure increasing from Angelo as he pushed past any resistance from Ethan's ass. His hips slapping down harder withdrawing more of his cock each time and ramming it back in, Ethan's legs shook through the excitement and his toes tried curling in on themselves as every fibre of his body cried out for Angelo's sex. Angelo kissed Ethan's neck and continuously telling him how much he loved getting fucked by him. Ethan had never endured such powerful emotions his head buried in the pillow he cried out 'fuck me Angelo, show me you own me' he pleaded. Angelo gave Ethan one last kiss and raised his body up and began relentlessly hammering his cock in to Ethan, precum leaking from his cock coated the inside of Ethan's ass, his cock sweeping in and out with ease. His balls suddenly tightened without warning his hips pushed down hard as Ethan gasped and moaned, Angelo's hips kept pushing hard up against Ethan's ass as the seed from his cock erupted in to Ethan's body, he grunted loudly and cried 'You belong to me Ethan, I own you forever' Ethan's eyes were watering from the hardest sex he had willingly endured, his head jolted up with every clenching movement of Angelo's ass checks that forced the cock deeper inside his ass. Ethan collapsed on the bed his ass wriggling in happiness as he tried to catch his breath. Angelo collapsed on top of Ethan his hips grinding hard against Ethan's ass showed no sign of stopping imminently. Ethan moaned and turned his head to look at Angelo "I love you and belong to you". Angelo slipped his tongue into Ethan's mouth kissing him "That's everything I wanted from you". Angelo pulled Ethan on to his side still holding on to him as they both fell asleep and slept through the rest of the night. The alarm woke Ethan abruptly and he sat upright still slightly confused until he felt Angelo's arm pulling him back down to lay by his side. "I guess I have to get use to this" Ethan said cuddling next to Angelo. Angelo stroked his shoulder "How are you feeling?". Ethan rolled on to his back "I don't know, upset, angry you name it and I am probably feeling it". Angelo got out of bed and looked at him "Loved?". Ethan smiled "Very much so". Ethan settled in and with Adam as company he was putting he worse behind him, after 3 days Ethan eventually relented from the continuous text messages from his mother and told her he was doing well and would return to college in two weeks. He was being evasive and wouldn't let on where he was living or with who, but his mother bombarding him said she wanted to meet to talk. Cutting all his family out was the last thing he wanted to do and after much deliberation and coercion from Angelo he agreed to meet her on Monday in Harrison at Mel's Diner for a coffee. Adam who was now sporting a car of his own said he would drive Ethan and look after him to make sure nothing happened. Ethan was learning how to cook with Angelo and he was making himself useful tidying and cleaning around the already spotless house thanks to the cleaner.

Part 12 - Weekend Retreat Ethan was back home and he had invited Adam over for a swim that afternoon, Adam knew Ethan's family were back so it would be a pretty normal afternoon. They swam and played around in the pool until Ethan rested against the side of the pool his head resting on his folded arms on the edge, Adam couldn't put his finger on what was different with Ethan today. "What is with you today?" Adam asked coming to a rest next to Ethan. Ethan sighed "I miss him". Adam looked at him "So your serious about him then?". Ethan nodded "Yes, last night we sort of became boyfriends". Adam chuckled "Good for you Ethan. But you do know Angelo is not just wanting a boyfriend". Ethan turned his head to face Adam "I think so, he wants commitment". Adam whispered "Do you though?". Ethan let go of the side and swam back a little "I would with him". Adam looked back and smiled "You two make a nice couple and even Tony thinks you belong together". Ethan swam back towards Adam "How would you and Tony like to come to the Hamptons next weekend?". Adam smiled "Now that would be good". "I need to ask my mother and father first and then can you text Angelo to ask him?" Ethan sat on the side of the pool. Adam joined him "Of course". A few hours later Ethan's mother and father sat on the veranda enjoying a glass of wine in the evening sun. Ethan climbed out of the pool and asked if he could go to the beach house for a long weekend with his friends, his father nodded and mother said as long as they clean the place up after then yes they can use the house. Ethan was a little surprised how easy it was but then they had come to like Adam a lot, that and he came from a respectable family in Harrison. As the evening wore on Adam said that Tony would finish work Friday afternoon so they would drive down in the evening and come back early Monday. Ethan got Adam to text Angelo which went back and forth for a few minutes before Adam said that Angelo wants to go down on Thursday evening, he can work remotely on Friday. Ethan checked with his mother and confirmed everything back to Adam who in turn sent it on to Angelo who replied he would pick Ethan up at 5pm from Harrison station on Thursday. Adam's mother arrived at 9pm to pick him up she was also intrigued to meet Ethan who Adam had talked about a lot from classes to them becoming friends. She knew Ellie to chat to but had never met Ethan before, Ellie came out and had a quick chat with Sandra before Adam and Ethan came out of the house. As they pulled away Adam's mother turned to him and asked outright if Ethan was gay, Adam replied confirming what she thought was true but he also asked her not to say anything as he wasn't out to his family. Ellie picked up her phone whilst she waited for Sofie to finish her dance class, she was pleased to see a message from Margarite who wanted a catch up on Monday over lunch. She sent her reply confirming that she would see her at 1pm then waved as Sofie appeared from the changing rooms. On the other side of town Ethan was nervous about seeing Angelo as he sat waiting outside the station, was it all just a memory or was it real. Angelo pulled up a few minutes ahead of time and Ethan climbed in to the passenger seat, Angelo leaned over and kissed him. "Hello lover" Angelo smiled looking in to Ethan's eyes. Ethan pulled Angelo in and kissed him back "Hello boyfriend" and giggled. Angelo shook his head laughing and they set off for the Hamptons looking forward to the weekend away, they chatted the whole 3 hour drive where Angelo spoke candidly about himself and opened up completely to Ethan. As they pulled up to the beach house Ethan felt he knew and really began to understand much more about Angelo and his large family. Angelo got out of the car "Wow Ethan this place is lovely" he stood staring up at the house. Ethan took Angelo's hand "Just you and me for 1 night Angelo" he said looking at Angelo. Angelo kissed him "Perfect". They had a quick dinner and sat outside overlooking on the deck overlooking the beach lit by the moonlight, in the distance lightning could be seen from the summer storm somewhere along the coast. Ethan dressed in only his underwear walked over and stood by the railings watching the storm, he felt Angelo's arms slipping around his waist. Ethan sighed and leaned back in to Angelo "Disney is not the happiest place on earth, this is". "Anywhere with you would be the happiest place to be" Angelo leaned round and kissed Ethan. Ethan could feel Angelo's hard cock pushing up against his ass in its constrained state by his own underwear, Ethan release a happy moan as his hands slipped round behind him and gently pulled Angelo's underwear down to release his cock. Angelo moved one arm and his hand rubbed Ethan's ass several times before he slowly pushed the underwear down to Ethan's ankles, leaning forward he met Ethan's waiting mouth and kissed him . Angelo's cock was rubbing and tapping at the door until his precum began making it slick, Angelo kissed around Ethan's neck and ear whispering 'I love you Ethan', Ethan gripped Angelo's arms feeling his cock slipping inside. Ethan gasped and gripped tighter as more and more of Angelo's cock entered his body, it was still painful at first for Ethan but he had learned to love the pain as he knew the love of sex would follow. Ethan relaxed his body with Angelo's cock buried deep inside his ass, with slow meaningful strokes Angelo began to make love his cock providing deep penetrative thrusts, Ethan moaned overlooking the ocean. Angelo was in no rush and alternated his hip movement from gyrating to thrusting, Ethan rolled his head back against Angelo's chest proclaiming his love to Angelo for the world to hear. They continued for what seemed like hours for Ethan but Angelo just couldn't and didn't want to hold back any longer, his arms tightened around Ethan's waist and his hips began to ramp up the pace, Ethan moaned and turned his neck to kiss Angelo 'oh god yes' he pleaded looking Angelo in the eyes, he saw a true desire in Ethan's eyes and Angelo groaned and hit home flooding Ethan with his love. Angelo held Ethan tighter against his body as his orgasm subsided, kissing Ethan repeatedly he was more sure than ever he wanted him completely. He rested his chest on Ethan's back for a moment to regain his composure, his cock remaining hard as he pushed gently against Ethan's ass. His arms still clasped around Ethan as he began to pull him back towards the day bed until he laid down with Ethan on top of him. Angelo could not find the words to express his love for Ethan, instead he just held him tightly on his cock listening to the ocean waves and Ethan's murmuring of delight. He looked up at the stars appearing in the night sky breathing rapidly as his body was held tight by Angelo, he felt an enormous rush of belonging coursing through his body. The following day Ethan swam a lot and would join Angelo on the deck who was busy working away until he closed his laptop late afternoon and walked down to the sea to join Ethan for a swim. "Are you done?" Ethan said throwing himself at Angelo. Angelo laughed and swept him up in his arms "Yes, now I am all yours". Their mouths met and Ethan sighed lovingly as Angelo's tongue slipped in to his mouth. He never got bored of kissing Angelo no matter how many times they kissed during the day. He loved how Angelo would just sweep him up off his feet and hold him close against his body, Ethan just couldn't get enough of Angelo. He knew he was young and a pretty good catch himself, but he had bagged an incredibly sexy Latin guy who just happened to be amazing in bed as well and for the most part seemed to be besotted with him. Angelo and Ethan showered and dressed then headed in to the village to get some supplies for when Adam and Tony arrived later that evening. It was one of the busiest weekends in the Hamptons and it seemed that most of New York's gay scene had descended. Ethan was looking in the window of a shop whilst Angelo was buying some food in the shop next door. "Hey" a man in his late twenties with a cocky arrogant look stood eyeing him up. Ethan glanced at him "Hello" and continued browsing the shop window. "Your incredibly sexy, want to come to a party tonight?" he asked Ethan. Ethan chuckled "No, and sorry I don't know you". "Matt, now you know my name how about it sexy what's your name?" Matt moved closer. Ethan stepped back and turned to look at him "My boyfriend will be back in a minute so you better go". Matt laughed "Heard that before, I bet your a horny fucker in bed" stepping closer to Ethan. "No really, my boyfriend is in the grocery store" Ethan turned to walk away. Matt swooped round the front of Ethan "Come on you would go down a treat with my friends". "I said no" Ethan said stepping back again. Matt raised his hand to touch Ethan's face he was not about to allow him to go "Just you and me then". Angelo came out of the shop "Get your hands off my boyfriend". Matt stopped and turned "Oh fuck" he recognised Angelo. "Matt" Angelo stopped dead in his tracks. Matt looked him in the face "Angelo, I err, hell this is awkward". "Ethan this is the my ex Matt" Angelo obviously never expected to be running in to him. Matt's attitude towards Ethan went cold "You must be fucked up to date him?". Angelo didn't react well to the way he spoke about Ethan "What did you say?". Ethan held Angelo back "Leave it Angelo, I can see why you threw him out" Ethan hadn't warmed to Matt at all. Matt stood with his mouth open and looked at Angelo "You told him?". Angelo nodded "We have no secrets, good bye Matt". Ethan and Angelo turned and walked off leaving Matt standing there in the street, Ethan spotted a coffee shop and guided Angelo inside and ordered a couple of coffees. He looked over at Angelo who stared out the window, Ethan placed the coffee in front of Angelo who looked and smiled at him. "Thank god I don't have an ex to worry about" Ethan smiled touching Angelo's hand. Angelo was loosing some of his tension from the encounter "I'm sorry about that". "Why, because he never realised what he had?" Ethan laughed. Angelo looked at Ethan "I am worried every time I turn my back someone will try it on with you". "Do you not think I have the same concern?" Ethan said looking at him. Angelo smiled "As long as I have you..." Ethan cut him off. "You do and your all I want" Ethan smiled then leaned over and kissed him. Shopping finished they went back to the house and were both exhausted and just laid in each others arms kissing , Ethan snuggled up in to Angelo's arms listening to the surf through the open windows. Ethan's phone started ringing and Angelo reached over and passed it to Ethan he looked and saw it was Adam calling, he had a quick conversation before telling Angelo they would be here in thirty minutes. Ethan climbed over Angelo to put his phone back but found Angelo's arms slipping around him and preventing him from moving off, Ethan smiled and leant forward kissing Angelo and feeling his amorous state against his ass. Ethan wriggled his ass until he felt Angelo's cock pressing at his ass, Ethan leaned back and moaned grabbing Angelo's arms as sat deep on his lovers cock. For the first time Ethan controlled the sex between them as he moved his ass back and forth on Angelo's cock, he looked down at the smile on Angelo's face it was enough to say it all. Ethan closed his eyes and his head dropped back he couldn't stop himself and began to orgasm without touching his cock, he could feel his cock stretching and bouncing as he began to shoot his cum over Angelo's chest, at the same time he felt Angelo jolt his hips up hard, the sight of seeing his lover in ecstasy brought Angelo over the top he moaned and thrusted up several times as his seed flowed in to Ethan at the same time. Ethan collapsed forward straight onto Angelo's mouth kissing him all the while as Angelo's hips kept pushing hard up against Ethan's ass. Ethan wrapped his arms around Angelo's neck. "Oh fuck Angelo look what have you reduced me to" he smiled looking Angelo in the eye. Angelo smiled "Yes but look what you do to me". Ethan kissed him and gently rose off Angelo's cock and stepped off the sofa holding his hand out, he took Angelo to the bedroom and wet room where the both quickly showered. Ethan finished drying off and walked back in to the bedroom watching Angelo get dressed. Angelo turned to see him standing there naked watching "Stop watching and get dressed". Ethan picked up his shorts and walked over to Angelo "I love you and love watching you". Angelo couldn't stop smiling as they went downstairs just in time as Adam and Tony pulled up in their car. The rest of that Friday evening was spent having dinner and talking on the deck until the early hours of the morning. Saturday afternoon they sunbathed on the deck and it wasn't hard to fathom out as Tony looked between Ethan and Angelo and their body language he saw how much in love they had grown in a couple of weeks. Ethan and Adam ventured off for a walk along the beach leaving Tony and Angelo on the deck, Tony stood and walked to the edge of deck watching Ethan talking animatedly with his arms. Tony leaned on the railings "You are in love with him aren't you?". Angelo walked over where Tony stood "Incredibly". Tony put his hand on Angelo's shoulder "I am really happy for you Angelo and you are a different person". Angelo looked at Tony "I closed all my feelings away, didn't want to love anyone again. How wrong I was". Tony put his arm around Angelo and hugged him "It only takes that special someone". Angelo kissed him on cheek "Your to sentimental and soft" he said laughing. Tony watched Ethan "Adam and I are very lucky having both of you as friends". Sunday late afternoon they had dinner out and returned later that evening, Adam and Tony went to bed as they had to leave early in the morning. Ethan sat on the balcony of the bedroom and Angelo stood at the doorway, he had decided what he wanted from Ethan and knew he needed to do it tonight. He stood watching Ethan for a moment "Are you happy Ethan?". Ethan leaned back and smiled "Very". Angelo sat down opposite him "I need to talk to you seriously". Ethan sat up looking concerned "Am I going to like this?". Angelo smiled "I don't know, it all depends if you are in a place to want what I offer". Ethan laughed "And what do you want to offer?". Angelo held Ethan's hand "I want you to share your life with me". "Right now?" Ethan looked at Angelo. Angelo smiled "I think a couple of months so in 8 weeks time". "Oh, that is quite exact" Ethan was a bit stumped and nervously laughed. Angelo continued "But you need to tell your parents about you and me". Ethan shook his head "No Angelo". Angelo nodded "I...." Ethan stopped him. "6 Saturday's from now and you have a deal, I know what I want Angelo". Angelo laughed "Are you absolutely sure?" Ethan leaned over and kissed him "I don't want anyone else, you are who I want to be with". "Are you sure I am not moving to fast for you?" Angelo sat back in the chair. Ethan walked in the bedroom and laid on the bed "Your not moving fast enough Angelo". Angelo turned and saw him laying naked on the bed and laughed, before he could even get off the lounger chair Ethan had jumped on to Angelo and started kissing him madly. Angelo could sense how horned up Ethan was and wasted no time making love to him, the moans escaping Ethan mixed like a symphony with the sound of the surf. Adam and Tony had left early that morning, Ethan and Angelo walked along the beach holding hands. There was a chill in the air as the dark clouds began rolling in off the Atlantic, Angelo commented how dark the clouds looked so they turned and walked back towards the beach house running up the steps just as the wind picked up and rain began to fall heavily. The thunder and lightning raged and Ethan felt a chill run up his spine as he watched, Angelo appeared with lunch and set it down on the table. "It feels strange" Ethan mumbled as Angelo cuddled up behind him. Angelo rested his chin on Ethan's shoulder "What does?". "The storm it's like a raging animal on the warpath" Ethan said looking out to the deserted beach. Angelo kissed his neck "It will blow away and calm down, come and eat". Ethan turned and hugged Angelo.

PART III I stared at Coach Pitt’s cock. It twitched every few seconds, a steady stream of precum sliding into the ridges of his furry abs. He saw me staring and grinned. “You like my dick, boy?” I nodded eagerly, and my own cock twitched. He grabbed my fat piece of meat and whistled. “Goddamn, Lance—you’ve got a pretty hot cock yourself.” He kissed me again, then looked me square in the eyes. “Now, listen: I promised Coach Strickland that he could watch me destroy your virginity. But before that happens, I’d really like to see you worship my cock. You wanna worship Coach’s cock?” “Fuck yeah, Coach.” “Then get on your knees, boy.” I knelt down in front of him, inhaling the scent of his fur and his precum and his sweaty crotch. I’d only sucked a few cocks before, and hadn’t really gotten the hang of it. But I’d never touched a cock like this. As I stared at the veiny shaft glistening with precum, my hunger for Coach’s dick activated instincts I didn't know were there. I wrapped my mouth eagerly around his mushroom head and began sucking on it like his seed was the only thing keeping me alive—first swallowing a few inches, then slowly engulfing more and more of it in my mouth. I wanted to please and worship this man more than anything else in the world. “Good boy,” he growled. “That’s a very, very good boy. You know, Lance, I suspected you were probably a hungry little fag, but I had no idea what a natural pig I had on my hands. I can already tell that you’re gonna make me so proud.” I murmured with pleasure as I kept creeping my lips down the length of his cock. He moaned, and I tasted his DNA as it dripped steadily down the back of my throat. “Turn around,” he said. “I wanna munch on that sweet little jockbutt.” I spun around for him. He gently pushed down on the small of my back so that my spine arched, then he positioned my legs to expose my hole even more. “Spread it, pig,” he said, and I reached back and spread my hungry butt. “Just like that. I like to see you just totally open and vulnerable. Submissive. Proud of your role as a chemmed-up cumhole.” With that, he dove right into my wide-open butt. I gasped as he buried his face in me, and I could hear him growl and snort as he spit and chewed and tongued my tight hole. I whimpered. Then he pulled me upright, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. “Your hole tastes fuckin’ awesome,” he said to me. “When I’m fucking you, I’ll pull out from time to time and shove my cock down your throat. That way you can taste your hot little boybutt all over my raw dick. Got it?” I nodded, and he kissed me a little more. His mouth was full of the same spit that was dripping out of my fuckhole and down my leg. Then he stood up. “OK, boy,” he said with a grin. “It’s time to head to my place and get you knocked up.” He pulled me to my feet and threw me a warm-up jersey. “Just put that on. No underwear. I want you to be naked as soon as possible once we’re inside my house.” Meanwhile, he threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, zipping it up to cover his hairy chest and abs. His hard cock formed a huge tent in his sweats, pulling the elastic band low enough that I could see his pubic hair. As we drove back to his place, he took out his phone and dialed Coach Strickland. “Hey, bud,” he said. “I’ve got the boy with me. We’ll be there in 10 minutes. You wanna get those hits ready? Oh, and by the way—Lance has something to tell you.” He handed the phone to me. “Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you want tonight.” “Hey,” I said. Strickland replied, “Hey, buddy. You got something to tell me?” I hesitated just for a moment, then plunged right in: “I wanna get fucked. I want your raw dick in my hole. I need it. So bad.” “Woof. That’s fuckin’ hot, boy. You gonna make me pull out?” “Fuck no, Coach. Cum in my butt. Please.” “Holy shit, dude. You’re such a fuckin’ good boy.” Here I paused again. I looked over at Coach Pitt, who gave me a little nod. Then I turned back to the phone and said, very quietly, “And one more thing. I want your poz cum.” A long pause. Then Strickland said: “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.” Another pause. Then I heard myself say, clearly and confidently, “I said I want you to bareback my hungry hole full of poz cum.” Strickland let out a little whoop. “Fuck yeah, you hot little pig! You wanna get inducted into the brotherhood? Wanna get converted?” “Yes please, Coach.” “Good fucking BOY,” he replied, and whooped again. Coach Pitt motioned for me to hand back the phone. “I told you this boy had potential,” he said to Strickland. “But I had no idea just how much. See you in a few.” When we pulled into the garage and closed the door, Strickland walked out to meet us wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I could see the outline of his giant cock through the mesh fabric. His chest and abs were covered with a thin layer of blond fur. I stared at his dick. “Hey, little buddy,” said Strickland. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” I obeyed. Kneeling before this studly fucker, I greedily swallowed the giant head of his dick. He grabbed my hair and began easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “This fag is a natural cocksucker.” “I know,” said Coach Pitt. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to a big raw dick in his butt.” With that, Strickland pulled me off his cock and yanked me to my feet. “C’mon inside, boy,” he said. “I’ve prepared a very special surprise for you. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.” I followed him inside, then downstairs to a dark room that smelled like sweat and piss. Sex toys were everywhere. A sling was in the corner. And on a table near the doorway, I saw three syringes laid out in a row. “Get up in the sling,” said Strickland. “Coach Pitt will secure your hands and feet.” I did as I was told. Taking off the warm-up jersey, I climbed into the sling and put my legs into the stirrups. Coach Pitt winked at me as he secured my hands and feet. Then he grabbed a piece of rubber and tied it around my arm. “Listen, boy,” he said. “This is gonna be really intense, but just trust me. Just go with it. Coach Strickland prepared a big slam for you. That means he’s put drugs into a syringe, and we’re gonna inject it right into your bloodstream. You’ll feel an incredibly intense rush, then you’ll just want dick in your hole. Raw dick. Our dicks. And everyone else’s dicks, too.” “We’re filming this, by the way,” said Strickland, pointing to a camera in the corner. “We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable. Frankly, in just a few minutes, you won’t care either.” I watched as Coach Pitt secured a rubber strap to his own bicep. Then Strickland handed him a syringe and swabbed my arm with an alcohol pad. “Coach Pitt is gonna do his slam at the same time as you,” Strickland said to me. “That way he can talk you through the initial rush. I’ll slam second. And then, little buddy, we’re both gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant.” He removed the orange cap from the syringe, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. He found a good vein and inserted the needle. He looked back at Coach Pitt, who was doing the same. “Just tell me when you’re ready, Pitt,” he said. I watched as Strickland pulled the plunger back from my syringe, and it turned deep red. “I’ve got a register,” said Coach Pitt. “Fuckin’ do it.” And with that, Strickland undid the rubber strap from my bicep and began pushing down on the plunger. I watched the red liquid disappear into my vein, then felt a scratching at the back of my throat. I coughed violently as a rush of blood and chemicals went to my head. My heart began beating in double time. “Hold your arm up, boy,” said Strickland, showing me how to keep a finger over the entry point. I heard Coach Pitt exhale loudly, growl, and say “Fuck yeah” under his breath. Strickland went off to do his own slam, and Coach Pitt approached me, his giant dick bobbing in front of him, rock-hard. He, too, had his arm in the air, and his eyes were full of crazy, devilish intensity. Meanwhile, I was a little panicked. The rush was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t even begin to process what I was feeling. “It’s OK, boy,” said Coach Pitt, gently. “Just go with it. We gave you a REALLY big hit. Does this make you feel any better?” He ran his hands across my chest, tweaking my nips, then slowly moved his fingers down to my stomach. “Or this?” He inserted two fingers in my hole, and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Coach Pitt laughed. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “This sweet little fuckhole’s all slammed up, and it’s ready to get fuckin’ pozzed. You want my dick, boy?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, completely blown away by the intense sensation of his fingers in my hole—it was like his fingers were everywhere on my body at once. In fact, my body felt like nothing but a hole. And all I could think was that I needed Coach’s big dick inside me, I needed his sweet fuckin’ seed, I needed his virus, I needed him to mark me, own me, use me, wreck me. “Here you go, pig,” he said, resting the head of his dick against my fuckhole. “Strickland and I are gonna fuck you raw. We’re gonna breed you full of our poz seed. Then we’ll have some buddies come over to work all that cum up inside you, blasting you full of more virus. We’ll do everything we can to get you fuckin’ converted, I promise you.” That’s when he inserted the head of his cock inside my hole. My ass radiated with hunger. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fluttered. Coach Pitt grinned his evil grin. “Want more?” I nodded emphatically. Then I felt him pushing his massive raw shaft inside me, about a half-inch, then pausing, then a half-inch more. “Goddamn,” he said. “I tell ya, Strickland, there’s nothing hotter than fucking a virgin hole that’s just been slammed for the first time. It’s this combination of crazy tightness and insane hunger. His hole is grabbing onto my cock, doing its best to devour it, and his little cunt muscles are trying to catch up. You OK, boy? You want more dick?” By this point, I was grinning stupidly as he slowly impaled me on his raw shaft. I didn’t need to answer. He could see the complete bliss on my face. My wrestling coach, my dream man, was slowly filling my hole with his dick. Surrendering to his cock, feeling him invade me and claim me, I’d found my purpose, or at least part of it. My purpose was to serve and worship men like Coach Pitt, offering my raw hole for them to pound and breed. “I’m not gonna last long,” Coach Pitt said. “This hole is fuckin’ incredible. Boy, you’re gonna get so much cum tonight—you have no idea. How’s that slam feeling?” “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good,” I said, still grinning from the sensation of being filled by this stud’s giant dick. “I didn’t think I would ever get to see your cock, let alone feel it push inside my fuckhole.” With that, Coach pushed the rest of the way into me, his heavy balls resting against my asscrack. I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the waves of pleasure running up and down my entire body. No rubbers, no barriers—just the skin of his fat mushroom head rubbing against the skin of my hungry virgin hole. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he said, starting to thrust his dick into my jockbutt. “I so fucking want it,” I replied. He smiled. “I’m so glad I get to poz you, Lance. I’m so glad I’m the one who gets to flood your virgin hole with my virus. I’m gonna mark you. You’re gonna be mine. You wanna be mine?” “Yes, Coach,” I said. “Make me yours. All yours. Please. Poz me. Infect me. Give me your virus. Work my slammed-up hole with your raw dick until you pump a load deep. Please.” “I like to hear you beg, boy.” I heard his breath grow shallow. His thrusts went a little deeper. He was close to shooting. “I like to hear you beg for my toxic load. I fuckin’ love it. Sweet little jockboy like you with a hungry bubble butt. You want a poz load, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Poz me. Please.” “Here it comes, you little fucker. You little neg bitchboy. I’m about to blast you full of my fuckin’ poison. Fuckin’ A, Lance—sweet hungry tight virgin fuckhole. Fuck! You know what I’m doing right now, you hot little faggot? I’m. Stealing. Your. Fucking. Boyhood. Fuuuuuuck!” With that, he thrust deep, his whole body convulsing as poz cum pulsed out of his raw dick. Then another pulse. Then another. I felt a wetness and warmth began to flood my guts as Coach’s cock unleashed a ******* of infected seed into my defenseless body. Finally, after the eighth or ninth pulse, he came to a stop. His dick was still hard, still lodged in my cumhole. He looked me in the eye, grinned a huge grin, and said with a growl: “Welcome to the fuckin’ brotherhood, baby boy.” MORE SOON…

No. Not true. Not in the slightest, and a dangerous thing to assume. Can land you in jail.