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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!

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.

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 🤣🤣🤣

I think I’ve told the story on here before of a guy I hooked up with in Greenwich, London. It was the days of telephone ads and pre-apps. After our first meeting, he put some money in my hand - about £80, which was a lot back then. Thinking he’d misunderstood the terms of our meeting, I told him I didn’t expect anything in return, but he insisted I take it. It dawned on me that he got off in treating me like a paid whore. I was conflicted about it at first but rationalised it wasn’t for me to judge. I saw him a few times after that, not for the money but because he was fit. And each time the £80 was handed over. I put it to the massive phone bill I’d run up on the chat lines!

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

Deep inside. Every time.

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.

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...

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.

I'm with @gingerdaddyG. Without question, it has to be in me.

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

From memory, Berlin venues vary much more than in other cities, in terms of their target market. I might be wrong, but if you find the right place it shouldn't be an issue.

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

Another fun day at the bathhouse yesterday, immediately got together with an older man that loves to suck my cock as he masterbates himself. After that I went to one of the playrooms and a very good looking Hispanic man walked and we started groping each other, turned out he was sporting a very thick cut cock, I could barely get my hand around it. He turned me around and slowly worked that monster into my ass, thankfully I got stretched out last week by my fisting buddy so I could take it. Wow what a great feeling being stretched like that, he fucked me deep for about 10 minutes before shooting a big load into me, I reached back and stuck my fingers into my semi gaping asshole to feel his load. Went back to my room and laid down with the door open and my ass up, an older man walked and wanted to fuck me but said he had to go get some fresh poopers first. He was taking a long time so I went across the hall to the gloryhole room and was hit up by a sexy man that pushed me into a stall and stuck his very hard, big cock in me ass. He would fuck me hard and then tell me to turn around and clean him off and then stick his cock back in my, did this three times before thrusting in deep and depositing his cum in me. Went back to my room and the old guy showed up, he laid down in my bed and had me ride him while I beat myself off, I shot a massive load all over him and he creamed my ass. I love days like this when I get fucked by big hard cocks and take multiple loads.

We lost Pink Broadway in Southampton UK ,. Not sure of the reasons but likely never got to critical mass after long covid closures / very high utilities prices / gentrification of area. What ever the reason a great loss , as well as being a great sex venue it was always a safe welcoming space for all gay and undecideds. Unlikely to be replaced.

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!

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.

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.

25 year old Asian twink off bbrt- fucked 2 loads into me and I put one in him. His profile was ask me and no preference and so I always assume a good chance that means poz. Anyway he took my charged load with no questions.

I snuck out of my bedroom and out of the house arriving at Ahmed’s nondescript house just before 9pm. I knocked on the door and heard him call out ‘doors open slut, come on in’. As I pushed the door open and walked down the hallway I could hear two voices coming from the living room. As I rounded the corner an incredible sight greeted me. Ahmed massive muscular body was sprawled naked on the couch, a barely legal looking teen was between his legs wearing only a pair of bikini briefs. His tongue cautiously licking at Ahmed’s massive balls with a grimace on his face. ‘Come in Ben, this homeless fuck is just earning his dinner’ Ahmed called out. I looked at the 18 year old teen closer. He appeared to be a typical tatted skater boy who was down on his luck. The teen looked at me and tried to avoid my eyes. “If you’re busy, I can come back later” I stammered. “Don’t be stupid fag, we can talk whilst he services me” he replied. Ahmed turned to face the skater boy. “Make sure you get it covered in spit, you aren’t getting any lube when this goes up your arse”. “Please don’t make me do this in front of him” the skater pleaded. “Shut the fuck up and get on my cock”. I watched transfixed as the skater lowered his briefs, shyly trying to hide his growing cock. He went to straddle the muscular Arab on the couch. “FACE HIM!” Ahmed bellowed. The skater whimpered but did as he was told and turned to face me. “Lift your balls and give him a show” Ahmed ordered. I watched as the skater lifted his cock and balls to show me the thick brown Arab cobra line up with his tight teen hole. “Fuck yourself on it” Ahmed ordered. The teen took a deep breath and started to slide down the thick baseball bat sized cock. Tears started to stream down his face, from the pain or the humiliation I will never know. It took him about 3 mins to work his tight hole down to Ahmed’s balls. The teens stomach was distended showing the mammoth 11”cock deep inside him. After another minute of so he started to lift and lower himself on the baton, fucking himself on the thick Arab pole. Ahmed for all this display sat calmly on the couch, whilst the red faced teen did all the work trying to get Ahmed to climax so he could be done and get out of there. Ahmed turned back to me “I want to speak to you about your brother, I have seen him around school and want to get to know him better”. “My brother?” “Yes, I want to fuck him and you’re going to help me” he replied. I couldn’t believe Ahmed was interested in Jake. Jake was my younger brother, having only just turned 18. But Jake had been born deaf and mute. Despite these handicaps he had excelled at school and was on the swim team. This had given him an incredible body and a perky ass. “Please leave him out of this” I pleaded. “If you don’t help me, I’ll out you as the Poz slut you are too the whole school” I slumped, knowing that I didn’t have a way out of this. At this moment, Ahmed grabbed the hips of the teen riding his cock and slammed him all the way down to his balls. I watched as Ahmed’s balls tensed up and began to pump load of hot Arab cum into the obscenely stretched skater boys ass. “Noooo!!” The teen shouted when he realised that thick loads of cum were being pumped into his fertile body “You promised you wouldn’t cum in me!”. “I lied” Ahmed replied as he shoved the still shocked teen off his cock and on the floor. The shell shocked teen was still shaking on the floor when Ahmed got up, threw $20 at him and a bunch of tissues. “Get yourself something to eat slut, and wipe up your bleeding hole before you stain my carpet. Now get the fuck out of my house”. The sniffling teen tried to plug his ruined hole with the tissues and mop up the torrent of thick cum dripping down his leg. As he shuffled to the door Ahmed went to show him out. “I hope you are on PrEP bitch, otherwise my Poz babies are going to be with you for life” Ahmed gloated. I saw the teens eyes go wide, as the door slammed in his face. Ahmed turned to me. “This time next week, I’m going to be balls deep in your brother”.

I am an exhibitionist and a voyeur, both visually and verbally. I get off on phone sucks, not for the role-play. But instead I get off talking about my experiences and hearing someone else tell me his.

Looking back some five years ago, I was such an idiot back then! Not because I lost my neg status one night, but that I didn't get in to horny and wild raw sex at a much earlier age. You see, as of age 26, I was a a classic time wasting guy. I'd hang out with my straight friends, come home, turn on the laptop and chat to some hot guys. I'd lead them on with talk about using my tight hole and sucking them dry. This would last for hours, then I'd shoot my load, and flick the power off without even so much of a goodbye. I had cum, so I was done. Of course I would hook up with guys, but these were guys I picked up in bars, clubs or out and about. I was lucky, I have dirty blonde hair a defined body due to my love of sports and an ass that fills a pairs of jeans very nicely. I started chatting to a 56 year old guy on BBRT. He was older but hot - sort of perfect looking in a really non-perfect way. He was too young to be a daddy, too old to be a jock, a muscular rugby type with definition but not gym-obsessed, sporting a healthy amount of chest hair with a few tattoos scattered about. My dick got instantly hard when I first saw his pics: his cock was thick, eight inches, and 8" dick, negative and he described himself as 'somewhat kinky'. In addition, he lived some 45 minute from me, which meant I was close enough to stimulate some interest, but far enough away to discourage an immediate offer of a hook-up. In short, I could put off meeting until I got my rocks off. I did my usual "hey, great profile, wanna chat?" Within minutes his first reply came through "Hell yeah! You've got an ass I could eat for hours". I was in a very horny mood that night and gave him my Skype ID so we could cam together. His body and cock were beautiful, and we jacked off together on cam, our conversation getting dirtier and dirtier. He kept telling me how he wanted to bend me over and fuck me. I kept willing him on, teasing him by playing with my hole, telling him how much I wanted him. He ended up shooting a HUGE load over his furry chest and within second my hands were covered in my own cum. We said bye and logged off. I showered and slept but woke next day with a raging hard on that could only be satisfied by jacking off to the memory of the hot cam session from the night before. We kept in touch and had a few more session, each of which got nastier and nastier until bareback sex was the major thrust of our conversation. I encouraged him by telling me how I love being fucked and how I want to take anonymous cum and have a top guy use me. This turned him on a huge amount! I was a pro at cyber sex and knew how to work a guy's buttons. Once again he spurted a HUGE load whilst moaning how he wanted to fill my raw hole with his cum. Unusually after this session we stayed online and started chatted about life, hook-ups, boyfriends, turns ons, etc. We must have chatted for over an hour with the time passing by. Two days later I was in a bar and my pocket vibrated. I found this Skype message: "Hey bud, u free and online?" I replied "Sorry, m8. Out drinking tonight" I didn't think anything of it until I was headed home, having had a bit too much to drink, and my dick stirring in my pants. Checking my phone, I found this message: "Hey bud, I really need to shoot my load... and i dont mean on cam. Lets fuck for real." Without even thinking I replied "Yeah that's long overdue. Come and fill my tight hole". This went on for another 15 minutes or so until, without giving the matter proper consideration, I sent him my address and told him to head over. After all, what was the problem? I was really horny, I really wanted to hook up, he seemed a decent guy, was clearly horny himself, and so we would satisfy each other's needs - at least for the night. He arrived just after 1:00 AM. I had already stripped to my boxers, and he did likewise. The outline of his hard cock clearly visible. "Hey bud, lets make his horny and like we spoke about" he said, pulling a blindfold from the pocket of his jeans. I nodded and obliged, without being able to see anything I sucked his dick and it was the most amazing experience ever. Using my hands, tongue and mouth to explore him. My cock was twitching and dripping precum without even touching myself. His hard uncut dick tasted great, and, as he gently pushed the back of my head, I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. After a few minutes he then turned me over and rimmed my hole very deeply. In fact his tongue action was blowing my mind. I wanted him to fuck me so much, so I was not surprised when I felt his hard head pushing against my hole. Still I was in command of myself enough to stop him, saying "Sorry man, but I only fuck safe. Can you rubber up there are some on the side?" "Huh?? But we met on a bareback site and talked about me fucking you raw and I'm neg and 100% clean." "Erm.. yeah.. well I was just kinda horny and said that. Let's fuck rubbered up and may be next time we can go bare. Once I know you better". Still blindfolded, I could hear him grab a packet from the side table, and rip it open. I reached behind me to feel the condom on his cock. I lubed myself up again and felt him slide inside. His dick was a lot thicker than I realized (or my hole was tighter!) In any event it felt great! It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking me for about 20 minutes, fast, slow, sometimes pulling out, sometimes balls-deep in my ass. Occasionally I'd reach round, seemingly to guide his dick, but in reality to check he was still wearing the rubber. Each time he told me to breathe, relax and enjoy! I was getting closer and closer but more importantly my arse was getting sore so I couldn't last much longer. "Need a minute?" he asked, pulling out and stopping for a minute. "Nah, I'm good man, but I can't hold off much longer" He just chuckled and slid straight back in to my arse. After another couple of minutes of fucking I could feel his dick shudder. He screamed "Fuck yeah man, take my hot load". That did it for me and I blew my own load straight away. Still horny he turned me around and got me to suck his dick clean. Only then did I realize he wasn't wearing a rubber. "Hey man, what did you do with the rubber?" "Oh, I got rid of that before loading you." I stopped sucking and removed the blindfold. The first thing I saw was a tattoo of a scorpion just above his dick. It was tiny, sitting at the very base of his still hard dick. "Oh by the way kid, I guess we're both not honest with guys - I've got a POZ sting in my tail." With that he grabbed his clothing and left. I didnt know what to do. My mind was all over the place. Was he lying, will I convert, what had I done?? So I did the only thing I could do in that situation.... I started jacking, fingering my hole and shot a massive load with the knowledge that I had a huge thick POZ load deep inside of me..... ;-)

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.

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You’ve done a particularly amazing job with this chapter of the two brothers’ adventure, Carenath. It’s hard enough to write good porn that doesn’t wind up getting… well, kind of redundant (which is fine, everyone! just fine!). I’ve started this story before but never made it this far inland; the instructional nature of the first long chapter was certainly interesting, but for me it needed to move along at a faster clip. And one of the hosts I felt like needed to be outfitted with a gag. But this chapter! This chapter! The pace worked like a slow burn. I was shocked by how romantic and, well, loving the brothers’ relationship proved to be. Good Lord, I almost swooned! You wanna know what gets me hard? That does the trick! This tone of your story drew me in and turned me on! Who knew? I’ve read so many stories that favor mean behavior, brusque ramming, dirty talk, here-smoke-some-shit, and then—quick!—change the configuration for a subsequent chapter. There are always notable exceptions, but I started to think that all I’d ever get here would be (willing) assaults and nasty pigs. Okay, sure, I like those stories, too—just not, like, all the time. So once again, Carenath, you’ve done a knockout job on this story and particularly this chapter of the story. Thank you!

My first memory that lit my torch, was having a sleep over at one of my best friends house, his parents house had fully tinted windows so people couldn't see inside. In all the time I knew my friend I had never had a sleep over at his, he would come to mine and would always bring Playboy, Playgirl and hustler mags over that we would jerk to aged 11. So i was seeing naked women and men, and with hustler seeing guys fuck women, I was mainly fasciateted with the cocks, back then I use to jerk my friend off especially when we camped in my backyard. But the weekend I slept over his house his mum picked me up and went to thier house, when I got there my friend took me to his room and told me to take my clothes off as he was doing the same, his mum called out saying she had some snacks for us, he opened the completely naked and told me to come with him to get the snacks, was a little bashful not knowing what to do, when his mum called me to come and get my snack and saying that she knew I was naked and that there house was a nudist home, I slowly walked down the hall feeling a little embarrest, I I saw Tristen's mum completely naked sagging boobs I remember as she rarely wore a bra. But when I saw Tristen's dad my eye fell to his cock, it was uncut and big, Tristen said out loud stop look at dads snake otherwise it will grow to full length, his parents laughed and said it is natural to be naked, I felt embarrest as I realised then that I had a very small cock compared to Tristen and his dad. But that is when I really knew I prefered cock, didn't mind seeing his mum naked, but always got butterflies when seeing his dad. When I came out I was booted out of my parents house, and Tristen's parents took me in. By this time I had lost my virginity, and one evening while watching TV I gave Tristen and his dad a blowjob, his mum was really understanding and said she knew I had a preface to men when I was 11. She never minded me sucking her husband off as he was big 10.5 inches long and she said it saved her from getting a sore jaw and yes when she was out both Tristen and his dad used me for sex. My friend and his wife are my best friend and again they like being naked and they both love having me.

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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 17 - Back To College Angelo was feeling quite sad that Ethan was going back off to college, he had got use to him being around and love chatting to him during the day from the office. But today Ethan was going back to a somewhat normal existence and studying 5 days a week, he came down the stairs after breakfast fully dressed with his books ready to go. Adam arrived on cue at 7.30am, Angelo kissed and hugged Ethan not wanting to let him go but finally he released him and Ethan opened the car door before looking back at Angelo 'Love you' he called as he got in the passenger seat. They hardly seemed to be on the road very long as Adam parked the car and they walked over to the common room and cafeteria as they had some time to spare before lessons started. Adam pointed to a large table telling Ethan to sit down whilst he grabbed coffees. Javier came in and stopped seeing Ethan sat there at the table, he also noticed Adam at the counter. Ethan glanced up trying to hide that he was looking at Javier who was acting as though he wanted to come over and say something but instead he turned and took a seat at the opposite end of the cafeteria. Javier's brother walked in and watched him sitting at a small table in the corner, he shook his head and seeing Adam he went over to join him at the counter. They chatted and wandered back over to where Ethan sat, Adam introduced Juan as they sat down, initially Ethan felt a little out of place with Adam and Juan as they quickly caught up about the last few weeks. Juan then started questioning Ethan and including him in the conversation, Ethan couldn't help but seeing Javier in him until his gaze averted across to the entrance as Ben walked in behind a small group of students. Instead of going towards Javier he went in the opposite direction and sat down with some girls from their class. "Don't worry about him" Javier noticing Ethan's eyes wondering to Ben. Ethan looked at Juan "What do you mean?" he said quietly. "Javier has been told not to socialise with Ben" Juan responded. Ethan sipped his coffee "Why is that?" he asked Juan. "He is a bad influence on my brother and also what happened in the Diner" Juan looked at Ethan nodding. Ethan had a surprised look on his face "Never thought that everyone would know". Juan laughed "It has been the topic of conversation the last few weeks". Ethan looked down embarrassed "So everyone knows I am gay then?". Juan put his hand under Ethan's chin holding it up "Yes, but no one is judging you". Ethan smiled "You are quite the charmer Juan". Juan smiled "Don't get any ideas, strictly girls only here" he laughed. Adam re-joined the conversation "My mother put word out about the lunch episode, but everyone knew anyway it got round very quickly". Juan nodded "And I.. lets say just had a little word with my brother about his attitude". Ethan looked back at Juan "You mean towards me?". Juan nodded again "I made it clear that loosing friends like you is not the best way forward". Adam and Ethan were in the same lecture for the morning and headed out of the cafeteria towards the classroom. The walk was unusual for Ethan as many students now said hello to him, whenever Adam spoke to anyone they looked at Ethan and greeted him by name as well. Adam would quickly summarise gay or straight with a little background, the short walk to lectures had revealed 3 more gay students in that space of time. They took their seats together in the classroom then Ethan spotted Franco coming in and sitting at the back with his group of friends, Franco was the same age as Adam but he was built like the proverbial brick house and sported some tattoos on his neck and hands which most of the teachers deplored and made him sit at the back. Surprisingly though he was very well educated and smart but played it down a little. People mostly clung to him as they didn't want to be on his bad side, his reputation as a bit of bruiser if anyone annoyed him made them all worship the ground he walked on. He was from White Plains the next town over but his parents sent him to Harrison to be educated due to the college's reputation of turning out scholars. Adam turned to Ethan and quietly spoke "Makes me orgasm every time he walks in the room". Ethan burst out laughing and Adam play punched him on the arm "You are such a slut Adam". Adam leaned over "Tell me you wouldn't if you had the chance". Ethan smiled and nodded "But I have my Latino god. Do you know Franco?". Adam shook his head "I think he would probably punch my lights out if I spoke to him". Ethan laughed and nodded in agreement "Yeah your probably right". They struggled to keep their focus through the first lecture as it droned on and on, but they both diligently took notes and breathed a sigh of relief as the bell rang at midday. Adam and Ethan sat outside for a while until a rain cloud threatened to expose itself so they headed towards the cafeteria to grab a coffee. Ethan paid the cashier as they hunted for a quiet table to sit and chat, being lunchtime it was pretty full but they spied a couple of seats at one of the larger canteen style tables. They chatted away about the morning lecture oblivious to everyone else but it was Ethan who spotted Franco sitting opposite them on the next table. Ethan never meant to but he looked and made eye contact with Franco, he quickly averted his gaze hoping he didn't get noticed and focused on Adam, his eyes kept darting behind Adam and every time he found Franco starring at him. Ethan leaned over to Adam "I think we better go". Adam looked questioningly at him "What is wrong Eth?" he replied using his new nickname for Ethan. "I accidentally made eye contact with him and now he is starring at us" Ethan responded. They both stood trying to be as casual as possible chatting and not making eye contact with anyone. Their exit from the cafeteria complete Adam laughed whilst Ethan's heart was pounding in his chest, he leaned back against the wall and laughed. "I don't want to get on the his bad side on day one" Ethan said not realising that Franco had followed them. "Whose bad side" Franco remarked. Ethan turned "Oh fuck" he spurted out and clamped his hand over his mouth quickly to silence himself. Franco looked at Adam "Disappear" he said to Adam. Adam shook his head and stood his ground "No, I have promised to look after him". Franco laughed "You his bodyguard then?" mocking Adam as he said it. Ethan put his arm in front of Adam "Listen don't want any trouble with you, sorry I looked at you in there". Franco looked Ethan up and down "Why did you look at me, do you like a bit of Latino?". Ethan shook his head "Sorry I didn't mean to you were just in my line of sight". Franco laughed and told his group of friends to disappear "Come with me" he said to Ethan and Adam. They pushed the doors open to the cafeteria and walked over to a table where Franco told them to sit. Like two obedient puppies they sat down on the opposite side of the table. A few of the students watched eagerly wondering what was about to take place. Ethan wanted this over done with "Can we just get this over with whatever is it you want". Franco looked at Ethan "Got somewhere you need to be then?". "Yes I do" Ethan said in a determined manner. Franco was definitely amused by Ethan's change "And what is so important that you rush for... your lover?". Ethan stared at Franco "My life is my business, what do you want?" he spoke having had enough of Franco's game. "You don't look scared of me Ethan" Franco remarked as he leaned on the table. Ethan shrugged his shoulders "Should I be?". Franco smiled "No you don't need to be, neither of you need to be" he said nodding at Adam. Ethan kept up his brave appearance "Did you think I was eyeing you up" he said brazenly. Franco laughed "You have a thing for Latino's or did you just fall for one?" he said loving his little game. "How do you know so much about me?" Ethan asked his voice slightly shaking now. "Pretty young boy aren't you, Angelo never imagined he would land someone like you" Franco replied grinning. Ethan looked at Adam and back to Franco stunned "You know Angelo?". Franco nodded "He is my cousin, I work with Angelo during the holidays at his company" Franco replied.". Ethan shook his head in a confused state "I don't remember seeing you there". "No I came in and out quickly as I was on a job, but I recognised you straight away" Franco grinned at him. He continued "When Angelo realised I was at the same college he asked me to discreetly look out for you both". Ethan still sat shaking his head "Why didn't he tell me?". "He didn't want you think he was spying on you or anything" Franco replied to Ethan. Ethan and Adam both relaxed and stayed chatting to Franco for sometime before Adam realised the time. As they walked to the car Ethan turned to Adam and said that he could now see the resemblance between Angelo and Franco. They drove out of college and parked up at Mel's Diner to grab coffee with their mothers before they headed back to Larchmont. Life at college took on a whole new perspective and the weeks just floated by as they settled in to their routines, these now included meeting their mothers a couple of times a week and also lunching with Franco several times a week. Javier stayed well clear of Ben and neither of them was talking to Ethan, a couple of times Javier had almost tried to talk to Ethan but he soon realised that he was never alone long enough since his circle of new friends had grown. The long summer days were changing in to cooler autumnal weather and Ethan was again having problems getting in to his clothes, for a young 18 year old his body had changed through all his working out with Angelo and Adam. He stood looking in the mirror amazed at how his biceps had grown, Angelo walked out of the bathroom in to the bedroom and stood smiling at him. "Do we need to shopping?" Angelo said standing behind Ethan. Ethan looked at Angelo in the mirror "I guess so" he turned and kissed Angelo "Off to the mall then?". Angelo patted his ass "Absolutely, how about dinner at the Marina tonight?". "Just the two of us, Saturday date night?" Ethan fell back on the bed looking at Angelo holding his arms up. Angelo laughed "Yes just us" he pulled Ethan off the bed "Later, get dressed". Angelo knew what Ethan wanted to do instead of shopping and laughed when Angelo hauled him off the bed, he kissed him and found the tightest t-shirt he could find whilst Angelo booked a table for 8pm. Ethan sent his weekly text to Sofie and finished up by saying they were dining at the Marina and he would see her on Monday. Sofie walked around Harrison with her mother reading Ethan's text and debating weather now was a good time to try and get things patched up in the family, she persuaded her mother to stop at Mel's Diner for a drink. Sofie took a slurp on her milkshake and looked at her mother "Had a text from Ethan this morning". Ellie put her coffee down "What is he up to this weekend?". "Out shopping for clothes and then he is out for dinner with his boyfriend at the Marina tonight" said wistfully. Ellie looked up "Marina hmm, your father knows his boyfriend you know". "So I heard, you haven't met him yet have you?" Sofie said putting down her milkshake. Ellie smiled she knew what her daughter was up to "Are you saying that your father and I should dine there?". Sofie nodded "Maybe it would be a good idea". Ellie picked up her phone and booked a table at the restaurant "Maybe it is the only way". "I promise I won't tell Ethan and you must not tell him I told you" Sofie said looking at her mother. Ellie sent a message to Jack 'Dinner at the Marina tonight just the two of us', Jack stood on the tennis court and smiled reading the message and sent a reply 'Great idea'. Sofie's job was done she knew her father had calmed down a lot and was hiding worried thoughts about Ethan as he would not speak to him still, she had overheard many of the conversations her parents had behind closed doors. Sofie waved them off as the taxi arrived to take them to Larchmont for dinner. Ethan and Angelo were sat in a quiet part of the restaurant ordering their dinner. Ellie nervously stood outside the restaurant waiting for Jack to pay the taxi, they both wanted to have a drink and Jack was looking forward to a relaxing dinner out with his wife. Jack not one to pay attention to other people never saw Ethan as they passed by some 5 meters away, Ellie glanced in their direction following Jack and the waiter to their own table, she saw that Ethan was deep in conversation with Angelo and never looked in their direction. She ensured Jack was positioned facing away from Ethan, Ellie on the other hand sat down and was facing them some 6 tables away. She would bide her time and allow Jack to get relaxed, on the other hand she couldn't help but get distracted by Ethan's boyfriend and glanced whenever she could thinking how attractive Angelo was, Latin, tall and very well built with dashing looks, well Margarite had been right about something at least she chuckled to herself. Angelo and Ethan closed their menus and handed them back to the waiter ordering desert, Ethan caught Angelo looking away again for about the hundredth time that evening. "What is it, you look distracted?" Ethan asked placing his glass of water down. Angelo returned his gaze "Promise me you won't turn round if I tell you?". Ethan laughed but then went serious "Maybe but it depends". "There is a table over the other side, the woman keeps looking at us, and the man..." Angelo glanced at the table. Ethan kept his gaze fixed on Angelo "The man what?". Angelo shook his head "I can't quite see him but I am sure I know him, she's ordering have a look". Ethan turned his head and studied the restaurant "Oh no". "What?" Angelo asked looking at Ethan. Ethan's head went down "My parents are over there". Angelo laughed then smiled "Oh so I do know the man then". "Do you think they have seen me?" Ethan said looking worried but mildly amused. Angelo smirked "I think your mother knows, but you have to face this Ethan". Ellie turned to her husband "Have you spoken with Ethan yet?". Jack handed the menu to the waiter "No he won't return my calls or texts". "Are you worried about him?" Ellie held her husbands hand. Jack looked out across the marina "Yes but no, I know he is in safe hands". "Will you make an attempt with him and his boyfriend if you had the chance?" She asked looking at him. Jack turned to look at her "If he will speak to me". "I know it is nothing we have done Jack, it is who he has become now" Ellie quickly glanced at Ethan. Jack sighed "I suppose I could speak to Angelo but we left things a little awkward between us". "What is his boyfriend like Jack?" Ellie asked him. Jack resumed his gave over the marina "Certainly not your stereotypical gay guy, I got taken in by him". Ellie laughed "He must be good person if he got through you". Jack smiled "Yes, I suppose he is a nice person". "You won't strike out again at him?" Ellie asked. Jack's smile disappeared "I think Angelo will hit me if I do. When he is ready we can talk". Ellie smiled "Be the father you should be Jack, go and at least say hello to him" she nodded over Jack's shoulder. Jack turned his head and saw Angelo sat with Ethan in conversation "Do they know we are here?". Ellie nodded "They have just realised we are sat here". Jack sat motionless after turning back to face Ellie, he was conflicted about what to do after all the last time he saw Ethan he had hit him and thrown him out. One thing he didn't expect to see this evening was Ethan with Angelo, it was hitting home hard. Everything Ellie had told him about Ethan doing okay in the big world with the man he loved came flooding back. Underneath he knew that whatever may be, he couldn't just ignore him and had to at least make some effort to start communicating with Ethan properly. He looked at Ellie who sat there watching him and poured him another glass of wine "Think about what you want to say, don't just go over without a plan" Ellie said putting the bottle down. Jack bided his time and allowed Ethan and Angelo to finish their dinner first. He placed his napkin on the table and stood up seeing Ellie smile he turned and walked over towards the table as Angelo caught his eye. Unmistakably he saw Angelo give a little nod as he got closer. "Angelo nice to see you, Ethan how are you?" Jack nervously spoke standing in front of them. Angelo stood up and held out his hand "Jack great to see you". Jack shook his hand without hesitation and looked at Ethan who stared ahead "Ethan can we talk?". Ethan looked up worryingly "I guess so, pull up a chair". Ethan did not feel afraid of his father but he knew that he was cornered into talking to him, and he also knew that Angelo wouldn't let him get off so lightly now his father was in front of him.

Part 11 - Life Unfolding They arrived just after 6pm with the sun still blazing away in the sky they decided to eat outside by the pool, Adam asked if they could swim and Angelo laughed exclaiming that was what the pool was for. Ethan said he would help Angelo and join them shortly, he followed the guys out to the pool deck and watched them for several minutes until Angelo called him. "Here you do the tomatoes" Angelo handed the knife to Ethan. Ethan took the knife "Okay" Slowly he chopped away in his own world. Angelo watched him for a moment "Okay, out with it what is on your mind Ethan?" "Nothing" Ethan replied stopping "well, did it bother you about Tony kissing me today?". Angelo laughed "Not at all, I did kiss him in retaliation". Ethan smiled "Yeah, it did turn me on watching you but also jealous". Angelo put his knife down "Do you need to get it out your system?". Ethan looked "What do you mean?". "Do you want to have sex with them?" Angelo replied eating a slice of cucumber. Ethan looked on stunned "If you asked me that several weeks ago I would have said maybe". Angelo smiled at him "So what has changed?". Ethan looked on down at the tomatoes "I thought you wanted to own me?". Angelo turned to look at him "Owning you may not be enough". Ethan came round the kitchen island and kissed Angelo passionately, Angelo slapped him on the ass, finish your work he said laughing and grabbing four plates and taking them outside. Ethan stood and watched him contemplating Angelo's words until he returned. "Are you still slicing tomatoes" Angelo laughed looking at him. Ethan nodded and looked up "What did you mean before?". "Exactly what I said" Angelo said picking up cutlery. Ethan smiled "Finished, well it is a bit of a mess, I've not done this before". Angelo smiled at him "Virgin with tomatoes as well" he shooed Ethan outside. Tony was drying himself off "Wondered where you had got to Ethan". "Sorry, not very quick in the kitchen" Ethan laughed sitting down. Angelo placed a bottle of wine on the table "Adam come on time to eat". Ethan looked at the bottle "Do I get to have a glass?" as he went to pick the bottle up to look at it. Angelo slapped his hand "No, your to young" laughing at Ethan's sad look "Just a small one". "Do you have a soft drink Angelo, I am driving?" Tony asked as Angelo poured a glass for Adam. "Why don't you stay over, there is plenty of bedrooms and you can head off first thing" Angelo replied. Tony smiled and looked at Adam "Okay great, hit me up". They spent the a few hours relaxing on the deck after dinner, Ethan was only allowed half a glass of wine and was trying to wangle some more but Angelo would not relent. Ethan protested and said he would strip naked if he didn't get some more, Angelo sat back in his chair warning him not to do it but Ethan took his shorts off and Angelo shook his head. Next his t-shirt and socks but Angelo still sat their shaking his head, Tony and Adam were besides themselves with laughter at how naughty Ethan was becoming around them all. Ethan whipped off his underwear causing Adam and Tony to wolf whistle at him, Angelo stood up and walked towards Ethan with a grin on his face. He stroked Ethan's face then picked him up and threw him in the pool. Ethan surfaced laughing and by the time he looked back at Angelo he was holding his glass saluting Ethan. Adam stripped off and jumped in to the pool and began swimming around taunting Ethan and calling him an old drunk until Ethan finally caught up with Adam and pinned him against the side of the pool. Angelo sat on the edge of the pool with Tony watching Adam and Ethan until way after the sun had set and a chill wafted through the night air. Over the next few weeks Friday evening was date night for Angelo and Ethan, whilst during the week Adam would pop over and they would sunbathe and walk in to Harrison. Ethan had been neglecting his own friends and made arrangements to meet up with them in Harrison for a burger and catch up, he met up with Javier and Ben at Mel's Diner. Ben waved as Ethan entered the diner and sat down opposite them, it had been several weeks since college finished, Ben and Javier had both been away on holiday with their families. Ben ordered a smoothie and looked at Adam "So you didn't go the Hamptons with your family?" "No, I decided to stay home and get my course work finished and out of the way" Ethan replied. "How is Adam" Javier asked and looked directly at Ethan. Ethan stuttered "How do you mean?". Javier's gaze was fixed on Ethan "You know, you see a lot of him from what I have heard". "Oh... and exactly what have you heard?" Ethan's patience was being tested. Ben looked at Ethan and Javier "You know Javier's brother is friends with him". Ethan just wanted the ground to swallow him up "So, I get on with him really well". Javier scoffed "You were seen kissing him on the grass outside college Ethan". Ethan pushed the salt pot on the table "Is that it, is that all you got to say". "Ethan just tell us" Ben leaned in. Ethan noticed Javier's uncomfortable shifting in his seat "I am if that's what you want to know". Javier stood up "Fucking queer" and stormed out of the diner. Ben looked at Ethan's shocked face "Why didn't you just tell us?". Ethan returned his gaze to Ben "That's why, I knew Javier would respond that way". "I would be more worried about your parents reaction Ethan" Ben said lowering his voice. Ethan looked concerned "What do you mean Ben, your not going to tell them are you?". Ben shook his head "No but my mother will, she saw you in Larchmont kissing some Latin guy". "Oh fuck" Ethan put his head in his hands he knew this was just the tip of what was to come. Ben stood up "I thought you should know, see you around" he turned and walked out. Ethan felt his gut wrenching and turning over, everything was crashing down around him as his two best friends had just walked out on him. The waiter placed the smoothie on the table having seen the commotion going on 'You still got to pay' he said putting the check on the table. Ethan put a $5 bill on the table, he had no idea what to do and was completely lost and close to breaking down. A few tables away one of Adam's college friends watched everything unfolding and kind of guessed what was going on. He knew Adam and Ethan had become very good friends and sent a text to Adam who was a few blocks away. Adam saw the text and sent one to Angelo 'I think Ethan might need you' and told him where Ethan was. Adam casually walked in to the diner and sat down opposite Ethan. "What's happened Ethan?" Adam asked reaching out to Ethan's hand. Ethan's red eyes looked at Adam "Everything is falling apart, my friends have deserted me" sniffing as he spoke. "You have better friends than them Ethan" Adam said reassuringly. Ethan looked down "My mother will find out next week, Angelo and I were spotted on our date". Adam shook his head "Oh I see, wait you had a date?". Ethan nodded "Yeah, I thought it would be safe in Larchmont but it wasn't far enough away from here". "You had a date, a real date with Angelo?" Adam still pressed the point. Ethan looked up "Oh fuck" he laughed "I shouldn't have told you". "Nice going Ethan, but seriously try not to worry you can deal with this" Adam spotted Angelo's car arriving. Ethan wiped his eyes "I will have to face up to it sometime, never thought it would be this quick". Adam stood up "Come on let's get out of here" he nodded over to his friend. Ethan opened the door and saw Angelo standing there "Angelo" his heart lifted. "Need a shoulder" Angelo said looking at him. Ethan nodded and sobbed on the street falling in to Angelo's arms. Across the street Ben was calming Javier down and watched the scene unfolding in front of them, Ben's initial reaction was to go over and confront Ethan again but he immediately knew that the Latin guy standing there must be the one who his mother saw at the restaurant, she did say he was quite a stunning young man but even Ben was struck by his looks and body under his t-shirt. Adam and Ethan got in the car and Angelo drove off them off back to his place, fortunately he had been working from home. Ethan regained some of his composure by the time they pulled up to Angelo's house, Adam sent a message to Tony explaining what was going on and that he was with Ethan at Angelo's. Ethan sat in the lounge and Adam went to fetch him a drink. Angelo walked in behind Adam "Thank you for being there for him". Adam smiled "It was pure luck I was near and one of my friends saw what was going on". Angelo handed Adam a bottle of water "Still thank you for having his back". "You turning up proved everything you know" Adam took the bottle of water. Angelo shook his head "No idea what you mean". "Yes you do Angelo" Adam turned and went back to Ethan. Angelo stood in the kitchen smiling to himself for a moment and walked back to the lounge, he told Adam to look after him as he had work to do. Adam spent the rest of the afternoon talking and swimming with Ethan until 6pm when Tony arrived to collect Adam, Ethan was in a much better place and realised he had a true friend in Adam who had shown his colours and stood by him. Angelo and Ethan were due to have another date that evening as it was Friday and his parents would be returning from the Hamptons on Saturday. Angelo closed the door as Adam and Tony left and he walked outside to where Ethan sat in the garden. "Do you want to go out this evening?" Angelo asked sitting next to Ethan. Ethan held Angelo's hand "No I don't think going out would help at the moment". Angelo stroked Ethan's head "I understand, do you want to eat?". Ethan looked at Angelo hand holding his "Not yet, but there is one thing you could do". Angelo nodded "Anything for you Ethan." "Take me upstairs and make love to me" Ethan looked Angelo in the eye. Angelo smiled "Now that I can and want to do" he stood and picked Ethan up carrying him upstairs. That Saturday morning brought dark clouds and wind as they stood outside Ethan's family home, he was feeling a little down as he knew his freedom with Angelo was about to be restricted by the family returning. Angelo told Ethan to call him if needed anything then leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "What now Angelo?" Ethan asked looking at him still waiting for Angelo to show how he really felt. Angelo thought for a moment "We are still going to date on Friday evenings Ethan". Ethan tried to smile "I guess I will have to get use to this now". Ethan watched Angelo drive off and then turned to the house a strange feeling of emptiness grew in him. He knew that having Adam back at the house may also be a risk but at least he could meet up with him in Harrison. Well until Wednesday as that is when Adam and Tony would finally be moving to Larchmont so public transport would be needed, he wondered if he could press his father to buy him a car after all he was qualified to drive but suspected he was not allowed a car until he had finished all his education. For the most part the families return was pretty uneventful and life carried on where it had ended a few weeks back. Sunday they sat to have a family dinner and Ethan casually asked to hear all about their time in the Hamptons, his mother remarked that Ethan's tan was better than what they got at the beach for a month. Jack spoke about how nice it was once he had the piece of business out of the way. So what business did you have to do then?" Ethan ventured to ask. Jack casually replied "Oh one of my clients signed a new software company". Ethan nodded "Did you have to go in and complete all the legal bits and pieces?". "Yes, but it was weird to start as the software company owner was quite open and spoke his mind" Jack replied. Ethan looked at him "Weird in what way?" he tried to sound interested. "I thought he was going to pull the deal when he met me as I didn't know he was gay" Jack mused his words. Ellie laughed "You know your father Ethan, he can't deal with all of this gay thing". Ethan put his fork down "But I don't understand why that should make any difference in business." Jack looked at him "Very true Ethan, the owner of the company has very open ethics". "Then surely you need to adapt to continue in business" Ethan sounded like a true professional. Jack laughed "I am impressed Ethan, you will do well in business law". Ellie chipped in "Oh yes you will do well in many aspects of your life". "In fact I did adapt Ethan, I invited him out for a drink as a way of apologising" Jack told Ethan. Ethan smiled "Good for you father, it may even open up new opportunities going forward". As Ethan laid there in bed alone, he realised how twisted and out of control his life was going to be when the cat does finally slip out of the bag. Ethan had introduced Adam to the family explaining they were in the same law classes at college much to Jack's delight, he was proud that his son was making friends with students studying law which he knew would help create a new network of contacts. It had been a silent week on the Angelo front until Friday morning when Ethan got the text '7pm in Harrison by the station' he laughed thinking how Angelo knew not to pick him up at the house, he typed a reply 'Can't wait to see you'. Ellie had been busy all week and had not met up Ben's mother Margarite so peace reigned through the house for the moment. His father had come home late on Wednesday, in fact Ethan had already gone to bed so didn't know what time he did eventually come home from his working dinner. Little did he know that his father had spent the evening socialising with Angelo to the extent where Jack had put aside Angelo's private life and agreed to meet up again for lunch on Friday when Angelo would be in the city overseeing the installation of the software at the company. Ethan left the house at 5pm Friday with the explanation he was having a sleepover and left it at that so not to completely lie to his mother. Angelo picked him up on the dot and drove back to Larchmont, no sooner than they entered the house they were all over each other, within minutes Ethan was laying naked on the sofa making love with Angelo. Angelo rolled on to his back laughing "So much for the date". Ethan kissed Angelo's chest "I missed you so much". "Are you hungry?" Angelo asked stroking Ethan's head. Ethan propped his head up "For you or food?". Angelo laughed and pulled Ethan in for a kiss then looked at him "Food". They sat in the kitchen naked eating sandwiches that Angelo made, Ethan spent most of the time just watching Angelo and how much he had come to love him. He stopped himself, love him, is that why I missed him so much he thought. He had no doubt in his mind that he had really fallen for Angelo and them being apart this week really proved it to him, Ethan just smiled at this revelation in his own head. "I would really love to be in that smart head of yours" Angelo had stopped cleaning to look at Ethan. Ethan snapped back "What, sorry miles away?". "There is that smile again you know how weak that makes me" Angelo moved round and kissed Ethan. Ethan held on to Angelo "Some things just become clearer when you think logically and put them in order". "Whoa there, don't go all brainy on me" Angelo laughed. "What is that suppose to mean, anyway your just as smart" Ethan laughed looking at Angelo. Angelo passed Ethan a bottle of water "Ethan, I had dinner with your father on Wednesday". Ethan looked on stunned "Why?". "Business dinner, actually we got on really well and met for lunch today as well" Angelo replied. Ethan swigged his water "Did he actually like you or was he touting for business". "Both I think, he did speak about his son who was following in his footsteps" Angelo put his bottle down. Ethan chuckled "You know this will come crashing down eventually". "We will deal with that when it happens" Angelo replied looking at him. Ethan looked seriously at Angelo "We?". Angelo moved to his side "I finally admitted to myself this week how much I have come to love you". Ethan smiled "Does that make you my boyfriend then?". Angelo was gauging his reaction "Do you want me to be?". Ethan smiled "If you will let me. I miss you so much when we are not together". "You do?" Angelo looked somewhat surprised. Ethan kissed him "Completely Angelo, my body tingles when you touch and make love to me". "It has been a long time since someone made me this happy" Angelo picked Ethan up. Ethan moved his head back to look at Angelo "You belong to me now Angelo, no one else but me". Angelo smiled and kissed Ethan lovingly then took him upstairs.