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I knew the moment he asked me to strip naked for the entire audition that I wanted the part. My exhibitionist self desperately needed the part. On the walk back to my hotel my shacky self-esteem kicked in and my thoughts were full a dreadful foreboding. I drank alone from the bar fridge and got fall down black out drunk. I was awakened about 11 a.m. by a call from the director’s assistant. “We think you would be great for the part. Will you take it?” “Um … yeah. Yes, sure, I would be delighted to take it.” When I got through my disbelief I assured myself I could do this as I would be performing so far away from home. I flew back to Toronto and met my co-lead at the read through. We were given joke straps to wear. He was a handsome 6’4” bear of a man with a deep resonant voice that reverberated all down my spinal column as he performed his lines. Flesh coloured Jock straps became our apparel for every rehearsal. They took great care to find tones that matched both our different skin tones. My inner exhibitionist was already having a great time! At the end of the day we blocked out our first simulated sexual encounter the director drew me aside as everyone else was sent home. He began by gently asking me how I felt about taking part in the sex scene. I confessed I felt awkward, especially when it came to kissing my co-lead bear. The director didn’t say anything he just leaned into me and planted a kiss on my lips. I was a bit taken aback, but he just kept looking into my eyes and did it again. This time his tongue slipped into my mouth and the kiss lasted longer. I was surprised that I was beginning to relax and maybe even enjoy this kiss from a man. After all, he was a good kisser and the unique feel of his whiskers scratching my face was strangely erotic. Sensing my shift he asked if he could make me an offer. “I want to hire you a gay escort so you can get more comfortable with man on man intimacy. I won’t tell you what to do with him, just stay open to the experience and only do what you are comfortable doing. Well stretch your comfort level a little. Would that be OK?” “Um … I don’t know. Maybe? As long as you don’t have expectations.” “I don’t.” “OK, sure, anything for the show.” That night a stunning tall slim black man knocked at my hotel room door. Thankfully I had already downed a few double scotch on the rocks. I invited him in and he immediately kicked off his expensive loafers and pulled off his socks before sitting on the couch. When I turned from preparing him a drink he had opened his shirt to reveal a beautiful hairless muscled chest and eight pack abbs. As we sipped our drinks he opened his trousers and out popped a huge flaccid cock. He was clearly commando for this gig. He asked me to stand, stood himself, and stepped naked toward me. He proceeded to strip off my clothes in the most sensual provocative experience I had ever had. When I was totally nude he asked me to touch his cock. When I demurred, he dropped to his knees shallowed my penis to the hilt and was lapping at my hairy balls with his tongue. My cock was growing hard fast. He worked my hips so that I was face fucking him. I was loving this, no woman had ever taken me so completely with her mouth. I told him when I felt close to cumming and he pulled off, stood and pushed me down to my knees. I tentatively touched his semi-erection and thought; ‘yeah I really do want to pull off this play, I need this experience.’ I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage. His manhood just kept growing! Soon I realized we were on the bed 69ing. I was loving the feel of his mouth on my cock, and his cock stretching my jaw. Soon I was about ready to shoot and warned him. He pulled off my hard cock, rolled me on my back and had his ass impaled on my raw member before I had time to think. He looked at me with his warm eyes and asked if I was ok with this. My cock twitched in his hole which he took as permission and started riding me like a horse at full gallop. I was soon pressing up into him as much as he was pushing down onto me. I didn’t have time to warn him and blasted my load deep in his guts. He just held me in his warm gaze and smile. I had never orgasmed so powerfully and it took me a while to regain my senses. When he saw I had he proclaimed; “Your turn.” I was initially struck dumb, let myself get fucked by this man? No way!” Then I remembered my part, I would bottom in the play, I needed to know what this was like to play the part convincingly. I heard the director's voice in my head 'stretch yourself a bit beyond your comfort zone. ' or something like that. “Fuck man, yeah, you’re right. … But at least wear a condom.” “Do you have any?” “Fuck! No! You?” “Never use them.” “Even with clients.” He held his hard cock pointing to it with his eyes and smiling. “They always want this raw man. Beside you just fucked and bred me; ‘what’s good for the goose’ and all” “FUCK MAN?” “Yeah that’s exactly what you need, a good raw fuck and breeding.” And as if he was reading my mind; “You know this is part of your research for this play, you’re the receptive bottom, right?” “Yeah, but that will be simulated.” “You know you need it raw with me to get it right in the play?” “Right, but you’ll go slow, you are massive and my ass is a virgin.” “Sure man.” “And you’ll pull out before you cum?” “But you get bred in the play, and you just bred me.” My turn to be bold; “But you want to put that raw cock in my ass? Right?” “Fuck yeah!” “Then I’ll agree, for my training, but, only if you promise to pull out before you cum.” “Let’s see what you say when I’m close.” I should have noticed this was not a question. I laid back on the bed, ass near the edge, and he lifted my legs toward my chest. I couldn't believe I was letting this stranger do this to me. His head moved in and he began to rim my ass. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. Soon his tongue was fucking me, quickly followed by one, two and then three fingers. A bottle of poppers was held to my nose and I instinctively took a deep wiff. Bottle moved to my other nostril and I breathed in deeply. My head was spinning and my ass fully relaxed. Well almost fully, he plunged his raw dick into me. I screamed and he covered my mouth with his to muffle me. He held for a moment until my pain transformed to pleasure. “Fuck me with that big tool man.” “With pleasure” He needed no more encouragement. He soon pounded in and out of me like a jack hammer. I was mesmerized as I watched his big black cock disappearing into my hairy hole. I didn’t want his assault to end. “Give it to me big boy. Raw fuck my no longer virgin ass.” “It’s still a virgin to cum.” He rasped as he breathing became more laboured. “Don’t cum yet. I need you to fuck me longer before you pull out.” “Fuck man, I’m so close.” “Hold off for a little longer ….” “Man … please…. I … can’t” “Oh fuck, just breed me then, cum in my ass” He was already unloading. Volley after volley painted my guts. To be continued

Work of fiction, none of this is true. As a 33 year old, slim, fem and albeit hairy white man with a cute and bouncy ass, I have been the desire of many an older man. While I am bi, I have been mostly attracted to older men. In fact, I have always been attracted to older bears and chubs. I love getting on all fours, feeling their bare cock slide into my tight hole, and then feeling them drop their belly on my ass as they thrust all the way to the hilt. There is something hot and exciting about getting fucked roughly by someone who has a weight differential of almost two hundred pounds. That makes me moan like a slut in heat taking her first BBC creampie. Tonight, I had an itch that needed to be scratched. After years of taking bare cock in my ass and breeding old pussy, I wanted more. What I wanted was a big black cock to impregnate me. To give me his babies. To poz me. For the last two years I have been chasing have that impregnation with no luck. That is until I found the one. I had been browsing the various silver daddy personal sites and BBRT and received a message from a potential suitor. "Hey there, I love seeing those pictures of your tight ass. It would love good gripping my 12" raw BBC. Here's my contact info, call me. - Rex." Attached to his PM was a picture of a massive black cock. My mouth was watering. I had to finger my hole I was that excited. I quickly called him with the number he left me. "Hello, is this Rex? This is Andy." "Hey there, Andy, it is. How is my sexy white son doing today?" "Horny, Rex." "I can tell baby. Want to come over and get that horniness under control? You can come over now, I'll send you, my address." "On my way, Rex. See you soon." I ended the call and seconds later I received a text from Rex with his address. Tuns out he was only a few blocks away from me. I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out of my apartment. I walked the short distance to his apartment and pressed the buzzer for his place. I heard the door click unlock after I announced I was here. I took the elevator to his floor and walked to his door and knocked. "It's open!" I heard from within the apartment. I walked in, closed the door behind me, and was immediately greeted by a massive human being. A six foot eight-inch tall, massive bear of a black man with a massive cock just dangling between his legs. No sooner did I see Rex did I walk up and start stroking his cock and sucking on his tits. That was about all I could do to greet him at my height (5'8"). "mmmmm hello, Andy. You are even more sexy in person. Why don't you strip down and have a seat on the couch next to me so we can talk." Without saying a word, I stripped out of my clothes with exception of my fem high knee/low thigh socks. The older men I fucked loved me wearing them as they plowed my slutty hole. I sat down next to him, and we started making out and stroking each other's cocks. Compared to his massive BBC, my 7" and thick cock looked tiny. We broke off the kiss but continued to slowly stroke each other. We talked about how old we were, weight, etc. The usual stuff. Now picture the size differential. I am 5'8", 135 pounds fem, hairy, and slim. Rex was 6'8", 315 lbs, with a slight belly. He was built more like a linebacker who had retired and gained more weight. "So Andy, are you a bottom?" "Versatile" "Maybe if you are lucky you will be tonight, but for the most part, you're bottoming tonight." I nodded in agreement. I mean that is why I was there. "Do you take cock bare or covered?" "Bareback. Bare. Raw. No condoms are allowed near my cock or my holes." "Mmmm excellent, baby. Daddy Rex loves that. It's got me at full mast, baby." I moaned as he gave a couple quick strokes to my cock. "How do you take loads?" "In my ass. If you are cumming in my mouth, you are wasting your load and my time." "Fuck yes, baby, I love that. Now then, what is your status?" "Negative, not on PREP." "Ooooooh baby, yes. One final question: are you okay with being fucked by a POZ guy who has a high viral count?" "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't okay with it." He moaned loudly as he lifted me up effortlessly and carried me to his bedroom. We made out along the way. We arrived at his bed in his room, he was still carrying me, my hole being poked and prodded by his massive rock-hard cock. I could feel the head of his cock enter my unlubricated hole. He pinned me up against wall with the cock head inside my hole. I was moaning loudly. Suddenly, I felt something warm in my hole. He was pissing in my hole. My rectum and colon was now filled with his piss. I wantonly wrapped my legs around his midsection as his stream inside me stopped and he started to move my ass up and down on his cock. "Glad you liked the lube. That's all you're getting that isn't my cum, baby." I could do nothing but moan like a slut. (To be continued)

Pozed on stage How does a 35-year-old straight male get pozed by a gay fuck? Furthermore, how does he do so in a theatrical production on stage? Good questions which require some back story. I’m a 6’ 1”, 180 lb. chiseled, hairy chested, fit actor of Italian heritage which blessed me with a rich olive skin tone. I had just finished the run of a production in which I played a gigolo. My good looks helped get me this part. In the first act I shagged a dozen different women, in a few of the simulated sex scenes the audience got a very good view of my naked ass. Being not only an actor; but, an exhibitionist, I was delighted to wiggle my naked butt on stage. The curtains opened to the second act with me and a gorgeous woman shagging in a hotel room. Initially we are under covers as I simulate vigorously pounding her. The door to the room opens and in storms her cop boyfriend, he’s still in uniform. He quickly rips the covers off the bed and our naked bodies are exposed for the entire audience. Full frontal, at this point I had rolled off her. Without a word being exchanged he grabs a steak knife from the ‘room service cart’ and slits my throat. The theater audiences’ gasps, even screams, proved just how realistic the props department managed this illusion. For the next few minutes my body laid full exposed on my back on the bed as the cop and his girlfriend wiped the room clean of any evidence of their having been near the crime scene. The rest of the play is a murder mystery trying to determine which jilted lover or woman I had been with was responsible for my death. I was not the lead for this play, but you wouldn’t know that from the promotional material which featured my bare ass and full-frontal nude scenes. They knew what they were doing, almost every seat was sold out. I loved those performance pics that showed up on Instagram and Twitter posted by many of my fans. Truth be told a posted a few myself. These elicited many positive comments. Some highly suggestive. Both women and men making sexual propositions. I even followed through with a couple of the women. I guess playing the part of a gigolo had rubbed off on me and altered my moral outlook about casual sex. One direct message on twitter caught and held my attention. It read; “I’m a gay director in Toronto. I want to congratulate you on your recent performance. The photo shoots of your naked body convinced me you are the perfect co-star for my next production. Give me a call.” His phone number was attached. I call him up and he explained that I would play the part of a gay man who gets pozed in Act one set in a New York bathhouse. He wanted me to understand before I agreed to an audition that the part required lots of simulated gay sex and some nudity. I listened carefully but ultimately decided it did not sound like a part for me. He understood and told me to feel free to call him back if I changed my mind. His last statement; “I’ll buy you a plane ticket to get you to the audition, no conditions attached, just come to the audition.” I thanked him and assured him I didn’t think I would be changing my mind. Two days later the Matthew Shepherd assault and murder was on the news. I found myself rethinking why I had turned down the audition. Was I just being homophobic? I called the gay director and was soon flying across the country. What could I loose. Besides why turn down the opportunity for a flight paid vacation to a great city. To be continued… -

I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Graduated high school and now I was trying to occupy my summer with what to do until college started in the spring. My dad figured I needed community service work to help my résumé. So he suggested that I give some assistance to Mr. Wilson, the man who lives on our block. Apparently he was living with late stage AIDS and was having a hard time taking care of things around the house. I was planning on studying to become a nurse so it sounded like good practice. Mr. Wilson didn’t require anything too crazy. Just some general clean up around the house. When I arrived he greeted me at the door “Welcome Nick. Thanks for coming by. Come in.” He was in his late 60s early 70s. Pale, bald, thin and gaunt in the face, thin arms and legs, with a potbelly. He guided me in to his living room. His house was a bit of a mess. A lot of laundry magazines and dishes everywhere. It looked like it would take a little bit more effort to clean up than I thought. But it didn’t seem very bad. “So what would you like me to start with first Mr. Wilson?“ “Oh just anywhere you like. I’ve let the place go quite a bit. I haven’t had much energy these days understandably.“ I understood. I figured he was having a hard time what was his condition. So I started picking up dishes left about. And washed them. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to pick up the clothes laying about. Some of his underwear and socks had a distinctive smell coming from them like a mix of body odor and something slightly fishy? I was in the laundry room sorting his clothes. Separating the colors and the whites. When I held his underwear in my hand I felt around the crotch area and it felt strangely hard. I reached on the inside of them and felt something dry on the inside of the crotch area. It took me a second but then I realized what it was and quickly put them in the washer. “So what do you plan on doing after the summer?“ Mr. Wilson was watching me sort the clothes. “Oh I plan on going to school and studying to be a nurse.“ “Fantastic, I could possibly hire you to take care of me full-time. That is if I last that long.“ “You seem healthy enough sir I’m sure you’ll be fine.“ “Oh that’s kind of you to say. But the disease has took its toll on me quite a bit. It’s running rampant in me, more so than it seems on the surface.“ “Well I would be happy to help you with whatever you need. It would be good training for me.“ Mr. Wilson smiled. “Becoming the nurse is serious stuff. You have to do all sorts of things. Manage medication‘s, IVs, sponge baths for those who can’t manage.” “Oh it will be no trouble for me at all sir. I like to help people, and taking care of the sick and elderly seems like a good calling.“ “Yes it is very noble. i’m glad I can give you experience. Say young lad, since you’ll need the training anyway, would you mind helping me with a sponge bath? It gets difficult for me moving around.“ I was taken aback by that request a little bit. It’s not what I was expected to do to help him with. But he was right, I will need to do these sorts of things if I am going to become a nurse. “Oh um sure. I’ll just finish up with the clothes and I’ll see you, where?” “In my bedroom. It’ll be easier if I am laying down in bed.“ Yeah I guess that made sense. Where else would you do it? I finished with the laundry and gathered what I needed for cleaning up Mr. Wilson. Bucket of hot soapy water, a couple of rags. I met him in his room, and he was naked on the bed. I had to admit it was a little shocking being alone in a room with a naked man. As I got to work on Mr. Wilson. I was running the rag up and down his legs trying to be a diligent caregiver. I ran my rag up his thigh and got close to his crotch area. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there. “You should clean that area as well Nick. It’s all part of normal nurse work.“ I put the rag on his penis and started wiping it clean. Going around his balls and underneath his shaft. As I was cleaning him he was getting an erection. It was large, very large “Oh it looks like you’ve awoken some thing. Never mind that. It happens when it receives any stimulation. I am human after all. So I do have urges.“ “Right. I understand.” I wiped his erect penis up-and-down a couple of times. Mr. Wilson was looking at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before.” “11.5 inches my boy. Trust me I have satisfied many men in my days, and unfortunately perforated a few.“ That made me blush. That type of talk seemed a little bit too lewd for this situation. “You should clean underneath the foreskin as well.“ “How do I do that?“ “Well young man.“ Mr. Wilson sat upright. “You should hold the shaft and peel the foreskin back. You can clean me more efficiently that way. It’s important to clean under there you know. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.“ Mr. Wilson stood up and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. His erect cock was now staring directly at me, The head of his dick peering through the forskin. “Now young lad. Take your hand and grab my penis.“ So I brought my hand up and gripped his dick. “Now take your other hand and wrap it around my cock head and pull back on it.“ I reached my other hand and did as instructed. I pulled back his foreskin and his mushroom head cock was staring at me fully exposed. Even with both my hands gripping his shaft there was still plenty my hands couldn’t cover. The thought occurred to me that I was now on my knees gripping onto Mr. Wilson’s penis with both hands. I was getting nervous and for a moment I forgot what to do. “Well? Are you forgetting something?“ “Oh right! The rag.” The rag was on the floor by Mr. Wilson’s feet. I let go of his penis and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Wilson squatting down at the same time. “Let me help you with that.” Both our hands met as we reached for the rag. In the awkwardness of it I grabbed the rag and we both got up. But in both of our maneuvers Mr. Wilson’s penis slapped my forehead and slid down my face as I motioned my head up. “Oh no I’m so sorry!“ I pulled my head away completely embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry it was just a little bump. It’s just a penis, it won’t hurt you.“ I brushed off the incident and I wrapped the rag around his penis and started stroking it to get it clean. “Oh yeah, that’s a good technique. You’ll get it nice and clean that way.“ I only stroked it a few times. I wasn’t trying to stimulate him, but this seemed like the only way to properly wash him. Once I was done I instructed him to lay back down on the bed and I continued to give him a bath. Cleaning the rest of him. It went without further incident. I continued to clean his bedroom. Mr. Wilson watching me and helping me organize some of his things. He didn’t put his clothes back on, he remained naked and his large penis still rockhard. “You don’t mind me walking around all naturale do you? I find it more comfortable this way.” I didn’t want to be rude. After all I am training to be a caregiver so I had to put his needs first. “Of course. It’s your house you can do whatever you like.“ I assured him with a smile. Deep down I was uncomfortable with it. I was picking up things here and there. I came across a box of magazines, they were porno magazines. “Oh don’t mind those. Just something to get me off when I need to. Here let me show you my favorite one.“ He took out a particular magazine and flipped to a page. He revealed photos of an older man who looked similar to him bareback fucking a young 18 or 19 year old who looked similar to me. I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to look at his porn. “Oh that looks pretty wild.“ “Indeed. This sort of thing really gets me boned up.“ He was now stroking his cock next to me. He was looking at me a little sad. “Hey Nick, do you think you could do me a big favor?“ “What is it?“ “Do you think you could help me get off? It’s been so long since I’ve been in the presence of such a handsome young man like you. I would really appreciate it.“ “I don’t think I can do that. It wouldn’t be appropriate.“ “Relax my boy. You’re just helping out an old man like you were meant to you when you came here, isn’t that right? Please I assure you you will be totally fine I just want to see your ass while I rub one out.“ I wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. I wanted to be helpful, I wanted to help him with his needs. But I didn’t think that I could do something like that. But he was such a lonely man. I figured it might be OK as long as he’s just jacking off and nothing more comes of it. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “Absolutely. I will take it to the grave with me.” “Uh, okay, as long as we are safe. What do you need me to do?“ “Splendid! Well first takeoff all your clothes and lay face down on my bed. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.“ I slowly strip down and climbed onto his bed laying down like he asked. Mr. Wilson climbed on the bed and got on top of me straddling my thighs, his dick slapping my ass crack. “Hey! What are-“ “Relax Nick. I’m just getting a good look at your ass. Now just lay there and let this old man enjoy the sight of you.” This felt like a very compromising position, but I assumed that it would all be over fairly soon. Mr. Wilson was stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my butt cheeks with the other. “Yeah, that is such a beautiful ass of yours, I would so love to dig my cock in there.“ “Please don’t joke like that sir. You have aids remember?“ “Of course, how can I forget? I have a very high viral load. And I haven’t gotten off in quite a few days. And theoretically if I did fuck that beautiful tight ass of yours, you would definitely get what I have he he.” That type of verbal treatment was very unsettling. But he was a lonely old man, I figured I would let him say what he wanted and blow a load out. He slapped his cock against my ass few times. My God it was so big. But while he rubbed his cock against my ass cheeks, he wasn’t stroking it. It seemed like he was dragging it out. “Hey there Nick I’m having a hard time getting off. Do you think you could let me grind my tip against your hole a little bit? I won’t penetrate, I just want to hump a little. It would definitely help me shoot.“ “Isn’t that pushing things little too far? What if it goes inside?“ “Nonsense. We don’t have any lube and you’re so young and tight there’s no way it will go in. You’ll be perfectly safe. Please?“ I was very hesitant. Things were escalating a little. But theoretically what he said seemed completely safe. As long as it didn’t actually go inside me then there wasn’t any risk. “O-okay. But just humping on the outside OK?“ “Of course! Now get on your hands and knees doggy style for me.“ We repositioned and I got on my knees. Mr. Wilson spread my cheeks and start slapping his cock against my ass hole. He swirled his tip around it and then positioned it right at the center of my ring. He put his hands on my hips and started rocking his hips back-and-forth. “Ah yes this feels much better, you’re smooth little pucker is doing the trick.“ his humping wasn’t too hard. He was staying outside of me like he assured me. I was able to relax and let him have his fun. He was rubbing my ass cheeks and feeling up my back as his hips rocks into me. I could feel my asshole being pushed with each thrust. It felt kind of good. Especially with such a monstrously huge cock. Then I felt something. My asshole was getting wet. Mr. Wilson was leaking pre out of his dick. His thrusting was still relatively tame so it didn’t seem like it was all that bad but I was getting a little worried about my hole getting lubed up. “Oh yeah thats better. I can feel myself leaking.” His humping started getting harder. I felt my ass hole getting hit roughly by his dick. I kept myself clenched but Mr. Wilson was getting more enthusiastic. As his movements became stronger and his cock leaked more I could feel his tip starting to part my ass. It felt like it was slowly digging into me. “Mr. Wilson you should be careful. I think you’re starting to go in.“ “Nonsense boy. I’m still completely outside of you. My wet cock head is just kissing you. Don’t be afraid to have your hole kiss it back.“ “Are you getting close yet?” “I’m building up to it. Why? Do you want it to end now? Doesn’t my cock feel good?” “It feels great sir. You have a wonderful cock. You just need to careful is all.” The more he humped my hole the more the tip started digging in. At this point his tip was halfway into my ring. His hands were exploring my body as his hips kept grinding forward. “Ow, that’s starting to go a little too far. You should ease up“ “it’s fine. Just enjoy my cock. Young men like you should be lucky to have experienced old men like me show you how good you can feel with your ass. Besides, I can tell your ass is very inexperienced. It’s gonna take a lot more than what I’m doing to penetrate you. For example if I were to jam forward like this!” As Mr. Wilson’s tip was halfway in my ring, he jammed his hips forward and his head popped inside of me. He then quickly pulled out and continued his humping, not easing up on the force though. “OUCH! That went in!” It hurt when he popped inside of me. It was true that I’ve had very little experience with sex. So the pain of his initial entry shot through me. “Well so it did. Oops, it’s all right I will try to stay out of you.” My ass felt vulnerable after that initial plunge. I was having a really hard time keeping him out of me. His thrusting unrelenting. Then I felt his cock head pop into me again and then right back out. “Oof. That feels good.“ “Sir you shouldn’t do that!“ his thrusting continued. With the way my hole was getting wet from his cock. It felt like every fifth or sixth thrust his cock head entered me again. Then every second or third thrust it entered. Then Mr. Lewis picked up a piece of ramming his cock head in and out of my hole constantly. “Don’t worry about all this Nick. It’s just popping in to say hello. Your ass is really inviting.“ The feeling of his cock head going in and out of my ring was horrifying yet felt good at the same time. But still I wanted him to stop and continue with grinding my hole just from the outside. “Sir please it’s going inside me!” “That’s not going inside of you, this is going inside of you.“ Mr. Wilson then thrust into his cock in my ass, sliding in what felt like 5 or 6 inches and then pulled out and continued with the tip of his cock going in and out. “Ow! That was too deep!” “See that was going inside of you. This is just the entrance. Now just focus on how good my cock is.. I’m getting close.” “Oh God, you’ll cum outside right?“ “Sure, sure. let me Focus on your beautiful ass.” Mr. Wilson was now wrapping his arms around my torso. I felt his cock starting to dig in deeper. He wasn’t just fucking me with the tip anymore. He was sliding at least half his cock in me, like previously. “Oh fuck this is so much better, the inside of your colon is definitely working my cock up to an eruption!” “Sir please pull out! That’s too far!“ The cock going up my ass is starting to drive me crazy. I couldn’t deny that it was probably the best fucking I have ever felt in my life. But I knew exactly what kind of cock was inside of me. A poz cock, and not just a poz cock, a full-blown AIDS cock. “Just a moment kid. I’m so close! Please just focus on squeezing that ass on this dirty cock. Work this load out of me!” Suddenly he started slamming his cock all the way in and out. I felt the full length of his 11 1/2 inch dick pulverizing my insides. Every time he went balls deep it felt like I was getting stabbed on the inside causing pleasure as he passed over my prostate and pain as he slid far past that. “Sir! What are you doing!? This is too much! Ouch! It hurts!” The ball slapping fucks were relentless. His pace started to quicken rapidly. His body trembling. “Just hold out a little longer Nick! You’re such a good boy! I’m going to reward my good boy by shooting AIDS poison in you! Fuck! I’m about to create a partner in hospice in just few more-“ he now let his body collapse onto me. His cock furiously slamming down into me. “AAAAAGH FUCK!” His cock started violently spasming deep inside. I could feel blast after blast of his toxic cum shooting into me. And it had a bit of a sting to it to due to have roughly he fucked me on the inside, almost like acid. “Ahhhhh. That was good Nick. Such a wonderful ass.” I was in shock. I couldn’t speak. Mr. Wilson slowly got up. His long cock pulling out. “Oops, little bit of blood on my cock. Guess I tore you up in there. It happens to almost all they guys I fuck.” My ass hurt. I could barely get up. I slowly got my close on while Mr. Wilson stayed nude. “Well then. Now that I was able to get off, you can continue your work.” I looked at him as if he was crazy. How could I work after what he did? But there’s no way I could leave, if I did I’d be terrified of him telling anyone what happened. So I swallowed my pride and got back to cleaning his house.

I’d seen the boy’s ad on line, in various places, BBRT, A4A. He was a horny little pig. It was a photo of his ass. Big, wide and furry. The text of the ad said: “My ass is in the air, I need loads. Come over and breed me. I’m desperate for cum. I’m short, furry and piggy.” Exactly my type. I’d never responded before because I was usually feeling like more of a whore bottom myself. I knew the feeling he was experiencing, desperate for cock and cum in your hole. But I’m a switch and sometimes you just gotta fuck a hole. I’m partial to beefy boys with big butts so I responded. “Hey pig. That’s a great cumdump you have. I love big butts. Love to come over and breed it, especially if you’re already partied up and dripping loads.” And I included some pics of my beefy, hairy body and fat cock. I’m 32, 5’5”, 175 lbs, covered in thick dark hair and have a big juicy uncut 8.5” dick. My dick has been known to make a few “top” daddies lift their legs and beg me to fuck them. But today I knew this wouldn’t be a hard sell. The boy was on line, so he was taking loads. I quickly got an email back from him. “Thank you for responding, sir. I’ve been partying for a few hours. This faggot has three loads in his hole already. Should be enough to lube up your cock so you can breed me full of the cum that I need desperately.” Then he gave me his address. It was just a mile or two away from my house, so I sent him a message back and told him I’d be there in 15 minutes and to be ready. I drove over and parked on a side street in front of an unassuming little white house. He told me to use a particular door code and when I reached for the door, it opened and a tall, slim guy with a sexy beard and hairy chest answered the door, wearing only a jockstrap. “You here to breed the fag? His cunt is nice and partied up. I’m Jesse. Just here helping my buddy get his pussy bred hard.” Jesse reached out and shook my hand. “Greg. Glad to meet ya. Where’s the whore?” Jesse pointed into another room, which had the blinds drawn and a large screen TV playing a Treasure Island video of a whore getting gang banged. I walked into the room and shucked my clothes, so I was only wearing a leather jock and cockring. The large hairy ass I had seen in the ad was on the bed, in the air, face in the pillow. “Hey whore,” I said. “Is your cunt hungry for loads today?” “Yes, sir. Today and every day.”His head stayed buried in the pillow, so I hadn’t yet gotten a good look at his face, but he had large, muscular legs to go with his big, hungry ass, and I could see that the rest of his body was covered in thick blonde hair. He looked like he played rugby or soccer regularly. “Good,” I said. “You’re going to get at least a few from me.” Jesse had followed me into the cumdump’s bedroom, he sat in the corner in a large overstuffed chair, and picked up a bubbler from a table. There was a large plastic bag of Tina on the table and a couple of loaded points. “Damn, man. You guys plan to get fucked UP,” I said, marveling at the amount. “Yeah, we plan to keep this up for a day or two, and don’t wanna run out. Nothing worse than trying to find product when you’re horny as fuck.” Jesse motioned me over and gave me a huge shotgun off the pipe. I held it for a long time in my lungs and then gave it back to him while we kissed each other deeply passing the smoke back and forth. He offered me a point and I took it, gratefully. “What’s the cumdump’s name? Besides faggot,” I said, laughing. Jesse laughed as well and said “Adam. Right faggot?” “Yes, sir,” came from the bed. I walked over, grabbed a large buttplug that was sitting next to him on the bed and slid it up his ass. I could hear him breathe in, sharply. Then he began to moan. “Sit up, I said,” and Adam sat up and scooted over to the edge of the bed so that he could share the pipe with Jesse. He was a sexy little fucker. No more than 5’3” tall, maybe 160 lbs., blonde and super hairy with a blonde buzzcut and trim beard. “Want a slam, faggot?” “Fuck yes. Slam me up and rape my cunt, you dirty fucker.” He had an evil grin on his face and his pupils were huge and black. “Of course I will. Let me do myself first, pig.” Jesse and Adam were sharing more clouds, and both of them leaned over to share with me as well. I was getting deliciously spun, and horny as fuck. Jesse reached over to the table and handed me a tourniquet which I put on my arm. A quick wipe with an alcohol pad and BOOM. Into the stratosphere. It was good shit and I began to cough. When I caught my breath I turned to Jesse and said “Motherfucker! How strong was that!?” He got an evil grin on his face, and said “I”ll never tell.” Then he leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth while Adam got on his knees and pulled Jesse’s cock out of the pouch of his jockstrap. It was nice and fat and uncut. He started to slurp on the hard cock that would shortly be pounding his pussy. But first I had to slam the little pig. I pulled him off Jesse’s cock which caused him to whimper a little and told him to lay back on the bed. He complied quickly and I was able to quickly put the tourniquet on and find a nice fat vein and register. I looked Adam in the eye and said “you ready boy? We’re gonna set your cunt on FIRE.” “FUCK YEAH! I was born ready for this!.” Then I pulled back the plunger and pushed it hard into the fag. He was already tweaking pretty hard, although Jesse told me later they’d only been smoking up to that point, and his eyes rolled up into his head. He muttered “Oh, FUCK,” under his breath and then started to cough. I reached over, pulled the plug out of his ass, lifted his legs over his head and shoved my fat uncut dick into his gaping hole. Adam moaned hard and began to whimper. “Please fuck me, Sir. I’m a worthless faggot who needs to be raped and bred.” I looked down at his handsome face, spit right between his eyes, and said “You have no idea, faggot.” And I started to pound his cunt. Jesse laughed and moved over to the bed where he stuck his own fat uncut dick into Adam’s mouth. The boy was being spit roasted by two pig cocks and was clearly in heaven. I started to plow him in earnest and knew this was going to be a fun time. I didn’t have anything to do for several days so I figured we’d all have a good time. Just as I was getting a rhythm built up, I heard the front door open. Jesse laughed and pulled his cock out of Adam’s mouth. “Better go greet our next guest.” He disappeared out of the room and I couldn’t help but notice that he had a nice hairy ass, too. But. Turned my attention back to Adam and spit in his face again. “You’re a filthy fucking cumdump, aren’t you son?” He just glared back at me and spit back in my face and smiled. “Dirty fucker. Rape me hard.” END PART 1.

Mental well-being is crucial, particularly for gay men navigating this rather complex sea that we call "life." Today, I found myself wrestling with thoughts that I suspect many of us have faced at one point or another. I'm sharing this intimate narrative in the hope that it resonates with those of you on a similar emotional journey, as a reminder that you're not alone in this struggle. --- Something is weighing heavily on my mind tonight, so I decide to go for a walk to grab some fresh air, or at least breathe it in. It has been raining all day today, and the clouds still linger in the sky. I think it will rain later, but for now, I am safe. I did the wrong thing by comparing myself to someone else today. His name is Edwin Hung. I saw a photo of him on Facebook a long time ago, but I forgot to note down his name; today, his photo appeared on my Facebook feed, and I took this opportunity to stalk his profile. He is probably in my top five for most handsome men of all time. He is an architect, part-time model, and lives in Singapore. He is turning 36 this November. He was born in Malaysia. As a side note, I am quite impressed with my researching skills, although I sometimes feel that I could put my research skills to better use besides stalking men on the internet. And this is when the comparison began. I think about his life and how glamorous it looks on his Facebook and Instagram. He is traveling the world constantly, eating good food, and probably lives in a really nice house. The good life, as one might call it. His Facebook is filled with adventures with friends. And then I look at my life in comparison, and I’m working a job that pays below the average Australian. I don’t think I am as handsome as he is, as much as I like to be on a high horse, which in turn is standing on a pedestal. I don’t live in a fancy apartment in the heart of Singapore, and my meals consist of roast chicken and Up and Go to keep the cost down low. In short, my life pales in comparison to his, and it makes me feel a bit sad. There aren’t too many cars on the road tonight, which isn’t surprising because it is getting late. I see a lightning strike somewhere in the distance and, sure enough, the sound of thunder rolling in, a harbinger for the heavy rains that are forecast tonight. I decide to make my way back home, the thought of this man still on my mind. I know the life of an Instagrammer might not be as it appears. It is carefully curated to give people the impression that one is living a perfect life when, in fact, their life is anything but that. Edwin could be very stressed and work long hours at his architecture job, and having free time might be a luxury to him. His holidays, extravagant, probably, might come far in between, and although he shares many pictures with friends, he could be feeling very lonely inside. I don’t know what his relationship status is (well, it says single on his Facebook page, but who knows), but a loving partner is very hard to come by. I have dated for a quarter of my life so far, and I know that it is not easy in the gay world to find that perfect partner, someone who tries to understand your insanity and put up with your delinquency, which we all have to some degree, although we might not readily admit it. I look back on my life, and I am happy. I am not an architect, and I don’t live in a busy and rich country like Singapore. I don’t have too many friends, and I don’t eat fancy food every day unless you consider dried dates among the list. I am not Edwin Hung. I am uniquely my own person with my own strengths and weaknesses, trying to live the good life no matter how different it may be from others. I believe a large part of living the good life is the ability to touch other people’s lives through your existence, just being who you are. I hope that my existence has changed the lives of others, from being a significant part of their lives with my partner and friends, to people whom I will never meet through my stories that I share. And you know, that’s enough for me.

I think pretty much every man sitting alone at the hotel bar is looking for a BJ, the question is are they down with a man doing the deed

Usually hotels near airports are fair game. Hop on Sniffies. I love to open my Grindr app and drive past the airport. I get so many hits and have met guys on overnight layovers heading to Europe or flight attendants.

If you like that then you’ll love me haha younger slim twink-ish guy here with a thick dark bush that surrounds a thick uncut cock. Little to no hair anywhere else other than my legs

Context: POV of my experience breeding a cumdump in London. I had been eyeing his profile for a few weeks now, but had been too nervous to message him. After getting off to cumdump porn on twitter for a while, I worked up my courage to get the real experience. The beating of my heart drowned out the noise of the busy road outside his apartment building, as I waited to be let in. It was my first time doing something like this and I didn’t even know the guy’s name; all I had to go on was a single image taken of him on all fours: showing off a muscular back, leading down to his small waist, and finally a bubble jockstrapped ass. In his profile description, there was just one word - ‘Cumdump’. The buzzer sounded and I was let in. Irrationally, it felt as if the man in reception knew what I was there for and my face was heated. I walked quickly through the corridor to the elevator, whilst masking my anxiety with nonchalance. After reaching his floor, I again read over his instructions to find his flat - my cock was rock hard at this point. My breath paused briefly when I saw his door ajar… this was really about to happen. It was dark inside, with faint music playing. It smelled of sex. I found him on all fours in red lighting, in nothing but a jockstrap exactly like in his pictures. The sight of a muscular man, face down ass up, waiting to be fucked will forever be engraved in my mind. I got on my knees and gave his round globes a feel, taking my time to appreciate every inch and occasionally spreading his hole. With the tip of my right thumb I circled his wet hole teasingly before doing the same with my tongue. I then laid it flat on his hole - it tasted a mix of berry-flavored lube and cum - lapping at that soft, silky goodness. The next few minutes were spent alternating between tonguing his hole deep in and out and drawing letters, shapes, and symbols, I honestly couldn’t get enough. But I came for something else. The thing that had kept my cock straining against my jeans for the entirety of London to see on the journey to his place. My balls were churning like crazy - I needed to breed him. Pushing my cock into his pre-loaded hole was so easy since there was little resistance. The feeling of warmth and wetness was unmatched to any other guy I had fucked before and I knew I would become addicted to it. I slid my cock in and out with long-strokes, slow and deep, really just stretching him out as much as I could. That was my standard tempo, speeding up to a faster fucking every now and then; he would get especially verbal at the peak of fucking, begging for my load. I kept at this for about 45 minutes, with some small breaks in between. Fucking him in missionary was amazing - he wound his thick muscular legs around me as if to get my cock as deep as possible into his slutty hole. All the while his baseball cap stayed on, obscuring his anonymity. He was just a cumdump, a hole to be used and bred by the men of the city. I heard his door open as someone else came in. Initially I panicked, but he reassured me it was another cruiser coming to dump his load - my time was up. He laid flat on the ground, with me on top of him. The feel of his sweaty muscular back against my chest as I fucked him deep was glorious. In this position, his hole felt tighter than before, he was stimulating my cock so well. I sped up faster and faster until he was begging for my load in front of the new guest, who had already dropped his pants and began stroking his cock. Finally I came, shoving my cock as deep as possible inside him. With full control over his slutty hole, he did this thing where he clenched his cheeks to squeeze my dick, milking the cum from my dick. After a minute of my cock being jerked off by his ass, I slid out and saw his hole gape with my cum. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I gave him a soft slap on his ass and said thank you, putting my jeans back on. He mumbled something unintelligible in response, probably because the other breeder had already started fucking him. I left with a smile on my face.

Chapter 2 I was sitting across from Earl at his table, now. Part of me was sad that I couldn't see his cock anymore and the other part was relieved. I'm a professional performing an important community service, and I wasn't going to get distracted by something like that. I was talking to him more about what our non-profit offers, and the whole time I was trying not to think about what it would feel like to have a cock head that big in my ass. I could think about it tonight while my boyfriend "fucked" me—right now, I just had to give him our spiel and get the hell out. "We believe that a single mistake should not define someone's life, and that you represent one of the most marginalized communities in the country. We offer community outreach, job education, and general quality of living assistance so that your transition into the outside world can be more pleasurable-pleasant. Sorry, I misspoke." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "I just mean that... I don't know, that we're qualified to help you with stuff you need now that you're out of jail." "I need to get my dick wet. Can you help with that?" Fuck. Earl even said it out loud! This wasn't the first time that I'd been hit on by a client—it sort of comes with the territory when you're a teen boy working with sex offenders for a living. It's so common that I even get offended when they don't flirt back. But Earl was being so open about it in a way that none of the others didn't dare. What do I say? "Umm..." I couldn't deny how bad I wanted this. In a way, we both had power over each other. His power—that I knew he was already a disgusting rapist—made me afraid. My power—that I knew I could always claim I was raped, and enjoy this without worrying about getting caught—made me aroused. The combination made my heart beat as hard as I'd ever felt it. My tight, shaved asshole was literally throbbing. Fuck, I wanted to feel my hole get reshaped by the most immoral man I'd ever met. And what was up with that biohazard tattoo? It's not like he could seriously hurt me by fucking me, right? I had to be professional. If he was gonna try to fuck me, he could try: if I consented, it wouldn't be as erotic anyway. I would be able to say truthfully that I was a good caseworker and I'd be able to enjoy being raped even more. But I was gonna at least pretend like I wasn't trying to get this evil motherfucker to breed me. "No, I'm not allowed to help with that. I'm sorry, sir!" "You don't have to help, babyboy. It's enough just looking at you. Twice as pretty as anyone I had in the joint. I'll take care of myself, if you don't mind." He spat in his palm and started stroking his huge dick slowly. His head was poking out from the table. Fuck... it took all the strength I had not to crawl under the table and glue my tongue to his balls. I could smell his musk from six feet away. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He smelled so good. I was in serious danger. "Sir..." "Keep calling me that. A lot of pretty cunts called me that when I was doing time. I wouldn't breed them if they didn't call me that." "You didn't use condoms?" "I never use condoms." "Oh fuck..." I was way over my head. This evil fucking rapist was literally everything I've ever wanted in a sexual partner. I couldn't help but think that if he forced himself on me, I wouldn't fight back at all. "Maybe you need sex education assistance?" "Pointless. I'm gay and I'm not getting any cunt pregnant. As for STDs... let's just say I'm not worried." He was looking right at me. "Are you gonna drink that, babyboy? I'd be offended if you didn't." He was right. My job is to help people, and that means earning their trust. "Of course, sir." He stroked his huge, uncut cock faster when he heard me say that. I took the double shot in one gulp. "Good boy," he said. I felt funny. My ass felt loose and I felt my head feel warm and cloudy. "This drink is really strong, sir..." "That's because I put 10 mg of Ambien in it, boy. You aren't gonna remember a lick of this, but you're gonna love it." Shit. Did this pervert really drug me? I felt the effects more and more but only felt more turned on. Oh god... what was about to happen to me? "Come here, pretty young faggot." In what seemed like an instant, I was in his strong arms, being carried into the bedroom of his shabby apartment. "You're about to find out why they gave Daddy 10 years." All I could do was stare at his fat, throbbing cock, and thank God (or Lucifer) that I was about to get raped by it. TBC (Thanks for the positive feedback, it's good to know other people are as degenerate as me 🙂)

Chapter 1 I work for a non-profit which seeks to rehabilitate sex offenders in Indianapolis. My friends are always telling me how worried they are about me—I'm a few months over 18, but I'm pretty small and I could easily pass for younger if I wanted to. They don't want me to get "raped" like their past "victims" were. All that tells me is that they're uneducated. Most people I work with are public masturbators and public urinators, people who made one mistake that ends up defining their lives. People I want to help re-enter society and get their life back. Earl is different. My boss texts me the names, addresses, and offenses of the people we work with a little in advance: public information. That Friday afternoon, I got the text during math class. I was gonna meet a 46 year old man named Earl Jessup at his apartment on 14th St. He'd been in prison for 10 years, and looking at his convictions, I understood why. The less said about his offenses the better, but it was enough to make me nervous. I almost passed it up, but I didn't like the idea of letting a coworker get the case instead of me. Plus, it would only prove my friends right: I wasn't in danger, and I was gonna prove it to them. I pulled up outside his apartment around 3:45. I sat in my car for 5 minutes before deciding to suck it up and go. I was perfectly safe with a man like this... right? When I knocked on his door, I didn't get any response. I rang his doorbell and waited. Maybe he wasn't home? I was about to turn around when someone inside opened the door. He was big—really big. 6'4" and 225, at least. He was wearing a bathrobe he'd clearly just put on a few seconds ago. "Fuck, you interrupted me. What do you want, boy?" I looked up and down at him. The bottom of his cock, still half-hard, poked out of the bottom of his robe. Fuck—this guy was huge. An evil thought occurred to me—"what kind of ungrateful bastard would call the cops on this dick?" It was 3 inches longer and twice as thick as any cock I'd seen, even my boyfriend's. The pink head alone looked like it was the size of my fist. He was coated with precum. I could smell it from here. "Eyes up here, honey. You gonna tell me what you're doing outside my apartment?" Fuck, was I staring? I looked back up and made eye contact. "Sorry," I said. And I kinda was sorry—I felt guilty for looking at another man's cock and having thoughts like that. My boyfriend and I aren't open! I shouldn't have these feelings about any man, let alone a man straight out of prison. "Are you Earl Jessup?" "Yeah, and I'm not trying to go back to prison, so get to the point or run away, boy, because those tiny shorts are starting to make me real happy." It's true—I was kind of dressed like a slut. I didn't expect to get casework tonight. His dick was getting harder. "You wouldn't go to jail, I'm 18." Why was that the first thing I said? Did I want this evil bastard to fuck me? Let me remember the script... "Um, and I work with a sex offender rehabilitation nonprofit serving the greater Indianapolis area. I've been assigned to you as a volunteer caseworker who can help you adjust to living in society and finding acceptance in a community." "18, huh?" he said. "Well, I don't believe you, but get in here anyway." Did he hear any of what I said except that? "Oh, I just uh- came by to introduce myself, that's all." "I told you to get inside. Your job is to make me feel accepted, right?" Fuck. His dick was poking out of his robe. Did he get hard just looking at me? What is he thinking about doing to me? "Okay... but I can't stay for long." "Good boy." He put his hand on my shoulder and led me into his apartment. Fuck, he had such a strong grip, too. I took another look at the part of his stomach that was exposed by the robe. "Is that a tattoo, sir?" I asked. I clearly got his interest. "It is," he said. He spread his robe apart more to show me it in full. "It looks like a biohazard symbol. What does it mean?" "You'll see," he said. He took two glasses from the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Was he trying to get me drunk? I wanted to run away, but I knew my supervisor would be upset at me. My friends would probably make me quit, too, and I liked this opportunity. But the strongest reason I decided to stay was the primal, irresistible urge to see more of this older man's body. I wanted to indulge my intense desire to be in the presence of his throbbing cock. I didn't need to do anything with it, I just wanted to be near it. I needed to burn it into my memory to remind me what I'm missing out on with my pin-dick boyfriend. I made up my mind to stay, despite the risk. "You'll see what it means real soon, boy." He was fully hard when he said that and a little pre-cum was dripping out of his throbbing cock. To be continued

My older brother dealt drugs when we were teenagers and he made me smoke pot with him a couple times but I didn’t like it. After I came out when I was 16 in 1979, I dated guys monogamously and never did drugs. One time when I went with a friend to Austin for a lake party, someone slipped a molly into my sandwich. It freaked me out, not knowing what had happened and I didn’t like it. Anything that was speedy, even caffeine trigger my anxiety, and that sure did it. After that I specifically avoided doing anything and rarely drank. Many years later when my husband of 20 years and I visited Palm Springs for the second time, we rented a house and made plans to hang out with guys we found on apps. We had been open for about ten years and it worked for us. We didn’t hook up much with other people where we lived for discretion. We were both executives in visible positions and needed to be discreet. But when we were out of town it was easier. My husband is an ex-model, very hung and had no problem finding willing younger guys (his type) to fuck. I liked all kinds of guys and had become pretty adventurous with sex, exploring a lot of kinks over the years. I found a really sexy, tall all-American looking guy in his 40s on an app. He had a humongous dick, which was my kryptonite, seemed kinky, and kind of nasty. He was interested in hanging out and was free that night. He said he had a friend who was on his way from San Francisco and would be in town within the hours. He sent me pics of the guy. His friend was in his 30’s, shorter than his friend and also really handsome, in that swarthy Italian way. Oh, and he also had a huge cock, almost as big as his tall friend. I got the impression they liked tag teaming bottoms and I’d trained my hole to be flexible and strong, so I could take big cocks and even a fist a couple times, and still be able to get tight pretty quickly afterwards. But, it had been awhile since I’d been fucked because work was crazy busy during COVID, so I would have to really get warmed up to take either of these guys. We met at CCBC where I had rented a room. The tall guy was there in the lobby when I arrived and introduced himself as “Rob” (not his real name). We got settled into the room when the shorter Italian guy arrived, and introduced himself as “Gino” (also not his real name). Gino and I sort of hit it off right away. He made a couple trips to the four to bring in four suitcases. Rob explained that Gino was a dealer and was moving to Palm Springs and was setting up shop as soon as he moved into his rental house. Gino opened up the suitcases. While I couldn’t see everything from my chair across the room, I could see they were full of pill bottles, plastic baggies, many different colors of pills and powders, along with pipes, bongs and other stuff I couldn’t see very clearly. Gino asked me if I partied and I said I didn’t but told them I had brought a joint and didn’t mind if they did. I’d heard how addictive, dangerous and intense meth was and that never appealed to me, especially because it was speedy. In fact it scared the hell out of me. I had a really great life and I didn’t want to do anything to mess that up. However, something surprised me in that moment he asked me. I got scared about the idea and weirdly it also turned me on. I kind of laughed to myself because it seemed I’d found another kink I didn’t want to actually engage in, but fantasize about, like pozzing. They started smoking from a bong and blowing big clouds. The clouds seemed really seductive to me. Gino asked me if I wanted to try a hit. I paused for just a couple seconds, feeling my cock get raging hard. I told him no. He raised an eyebrow like he didn’t believe me. I think he’d noticed my hesitation and curiosity. So he said, “How about this?” He took a big hit and then came over to about a foot from me and started blowing it towards my face. I wasn’t expecting it but for some reason my reflexive reaction was to breathe some in. I quickly exhaled, worried what might happen. Gino smiled a little and the two guys took some more hits. I was feeling my favorite sex pot and laid down on the bed. Gino came over next to me on the bed, took a huge hit and leaned over me, holding it and raising his eyebrows. My cock instantly got even harder, I think because of the risk and danger. I’d learned that risk and a little danger was a turn-on for me when being blindfolded at my first dungeon party a couple months ago. I just looked into his eyes and he must have taken that as a green light because he leaned down and blew the big hit into my mouth. I only breathed in a little but just the idea of someone getting me high on something dangerous without my explicit consent made almost cum. We talked for quite a while and I found that I really liked both of them, especially Gino. He was surprisingly down to earth and friendly, easy to talk to. He seemed surprisingly trustworthy for a dealer. Rob definitely did not seem trustworthy, but something about his shadiness was sexy. I’d taken another hit off the indica joint and was feeling good. We all made out for awhile, and it was hot. They paused, got up and shot up their dicks with what they called trimix. The guy with the monster dick said he had to have an extra strong formula to get his big beautiful cock hard after partying. Watching them inject their dicks was unexpectedly crazy hot. I laughed at myself, at how much I’d changed since my sort of puritan 20’s and 30’s. As they shot their dicks up, I began to feel the meth I’d inhaled. It was speedy, but nice, very euphoric and it made me even hornier. I began to want to be fucked pretty bad. After the trimix, they said they were going to slam. I didn’t know what that meant but when they started filling two syringes I figured it out. I noticed I started precumming watching them, and I think they noticed it too. As I watched and wondered what it would be like, I realized how dark my kinks had gotten. It was kind of scary, and alluring too. I could see it hit them and how much they enjoyed it, but it still scared the hell out of me. After they slammed we really started making out hardcore. Rob started playing with my hole and said, “Gino, you’ve got to check out his hole. It is magnificent.” Gino moved around to between my legs and said, “fuuuuuuck” and started eating me out. Rob gave me his dick to suck. While I was doing that, Rob leaned over to Gino and whispered something. Gino shook his head while his tongue was deep in me. I asked what they were talking about because this was a pretty risky situation. Gino took his mouth off of my hole and said, “Rob thought we should stealth booty bump you, you know, but some Tina up your hole and get you higher. I told him no, that wasn’t cool.” My reaction to hearing this was gratitude for Gino protecting me, and getting really turned on my Rob's sleazy underhandedness and desire to corrupt me. I just said, “fuuuuuck” and closed my eyes. Gino began to fuck me as I was sucking Rob’s enormous head. I couldn't’ get it in any further. My hole was amazingly loose and took Gino’s big rod pretty easily. He kept saying how much he loved my hole, and then came in me hard. I could feel it - it was a lot. He kept fucking me, like fucking the cum into my hole with a little half smile. Then Rob moved around and turned me over on my knees and fucked the living hell out of me. I couldn’t believe I could take his whole cock. Gino was kissing me and sliding fingers in beside Rob’s cock, stretching me beyond even when I had been fisted. Rob also came hard and shoved in me deeper than I’d had any cock, hand or toy, and he just held it there while he came. He started at me, watching my eyes. After a couple minutes, I could feel it. There was meth in their cum. I could feel the euphoric speed hitting me. “Oh jeezus!” I said. “You guys did stealth me after all, with your cum!” Gino said that it wasn’t much and assured me I’d be fine. With hardly a poz, Gino slid underneath me and then began to slide in, with Rob still inside. “Oh shit. Oh shit. I don’t think I can take it.” I said. Gino told me to just breathe and I’d be fine. Suprisingly, it hurt and stretched hard for a few minutes but after that I just felt amazingly full and tight and fantastic. Then both they started fucking me, moving in and out with different cadences and depth. I started to scream in complete ecstacy, and then came. They kept fucking me until they both came again. After that I was spent, and just turned over on my back. I was really spinning now, part pot, part meth, part dopamine from the sensation of being double fucked, but I felt great. We chatted for a bit and then they slammed again and took another couple hits. Gino blew another hit in my face. I definitely didn’t need it. The cum was doing the trick. But I wasn’t too high. Several concerns registered in my mind: the first was, I liked it and I was thinking about when I would do it again. The second was, how high I was still going to get, and lastly, how long would I be high? Would I need to stay overnight? Would my husband be able to tell when I got home? I texted my husband that I was having a great time, we were hanging out with some guys at CCBC and not to wait up. After I put my phone down, Gino pulled my knees up and pulled my ass to his cock, which was still hard. He slid in me and said, “What do you want?” “Are you poz?” I asked, registering this was my other dangerous fantasy. “No, but Rob is and he’s not on meds. Are you on PreP?” He asked. I realized I had forgotten my prep at home and had not taken it in two days, which wasn’t a big deal. Gino said I’d be fine. Gino shoved his beautiful, big uncut cock inside me and began fucking me slowly, all the way in and all the way out. Then he shoved it deep inside, leaned over me and said, “Clench your hole on my cock.” I couldn’’t figure out why but I did it. He held still, his big hard cock all the way inside me. I suddenly began to feel fuller, like his cock was expanding. He smiled and said, “You’ve never been piss fucked before, have you.?” “Oh fucking hell!” I replied It was the hottest thing I’d never heard about. After he finished filling me far beyond any capacity I’d previously reached, he started fucking me. He told me to stay clenched as he fucked me slowly, and I did. My daily Kegel exercises were paying off. He fucked me for a few minutes then pulled out slowly and told me to hold it in. He raised my knees and then ass up so that my hole was like a piss chalice and it would stay in. “How does that feel?” He asked with a grin. “It is blowing my mind.” I replied, ”Hold it in for five minutes.” He said, giving me a knowing look. And then it hit me, their piss had probably more meth in it than their cum. A lot more. They had slammed twice and smoked a lot. Then I started feeling the big wave of high hit me hard. It was amazing, not at all like I expected. Both of the guys were getting off on doing this to me and we all kissed together as I held it inside me. The high kept getting bigger and bigger. Gino told me to go to the bathroom and let it out. When I got back to the bed, Rob said, “My turn.” Rob’s piss fucking me was even wilder; his bigger cock, and much more piss did a lot more damage to my hole and really ratchet up my high. After I let it out, I was really spinning but feeling great. We messed around some more, made out and the double fucked me again for a bit. Then Rob jumped up and said with a big surprised grin. “Come with me. Grab a towel and follow me.”

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

Ive changed the names of some of the people involved, but this is my story of the first time using T I’m going back quite a few years to tell the story of my first-time using T. My name is Ed and at the time of these events I was 35 years old, 6 years out of the military, and about 5 years out of the closet. I had a tough time coming out to myself. I was brought up thinking ‘fags are weak’ and not something to be admired. I got by telling myself its OK if I’m gay if I’m a top. So, for many years I was 100% top, hunting for bottoms with my bud John, often at the gay campground I belonged to. We’d make a game of how many bottom boys we could get in our sling in a night, making fun of how fast they’d put up their legs after a few drinks. On the leather and motorcycle weekends we had the added fun of fucking the boys in the public play space the camp set up. I was a muscled motorcycle riding tattooed furry leather bear with a thick 8” cock and 2GA PA so getting attention was never a problem. Taking a break I would watch the bottom pigs, ass up in the sling blissfully taking load after load. On the screens all around there was hardcore BB porn playing showing pigs indulging in every fetish imaginable; piss play, fisting, flogging, bondage, blindfolded cumdumps being used from both ends. My friends would say how hot it was, but then smirk and say but of course no self-respecting guy would really do all that. I’d nod in agreement, but in the back of my mind I was thinking “why the hell not?” I’d fucking love to be in that kind of no limits fuck it all kind of pig pile; not worried about who might see or what they might think. I’d experimented with bottoming when I was out of town for work. I’d have some luck, but a lot of times a guy said he wanted to top but then he'd show up and want me to fuck him. I’m not exactly submissive, but I am always eager to please so sure I’d lube up and give a good pounding. In truth I was getting tired of being the on-call top. In the meantime, I practiced with toys in private at home. About this time, I found the Breeding Zone site and started reading all the hot chem sex stories. I was always very strait laced and had only rarely tried pot. At first the stories of guys getting stealth chemmed and used as a cumdump really turned me on. I don’t know how many loads I jacked off reading those stories. Later though I realized I was really turned on by the stories of guys who embraced what they were, and open eyed begged to get turned into a chemmed up fuck hole, knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into and wanting every last greased up cock they could get. Meanwhile a good friend of mine Rick was an expert fister and while he was showing me how to fist properly, he’d insist I needed to experience at least some of what I was doing to the bottom. I agreed and soon it was obvious to him that his 100% top friend liked his hole worked on. I admitted to him that not only did I like being fucked but increasingly I’d been having fantasies about being the kind of totally used fuck hole I’d read about on Breeding Zone. He said that he knew a Master in a town about an hour away who was looking for a once-a-month pig he could turn into his slave and willing fuck-toy. He was rough but sane and if I wanted, he’d pass on my contact information. I was shaken and excited and told Rick yes, if he thought I could live up to Master Tom’s demands I’d very much want to try it. About a week later I get a text saying: You Slave! I hear you need a Master to train you to serve. I replied “Yes Please Sir! I really need to know what it is to be a hole used without limits.” Good Answer! You must always call me Sir, or Master Tom, and when were together you will always be naked. The only time I ever want to hear the word no from you slave is if I ask ”do you want me to stop?” Understood? Yes Sir! This pig is eager to become a naked slave for your use Master Tom Good! I’m free for a long weekend in two weeks. Can you come by my place one evening before then? There will be no sex, I need to inspect you and make sure I’m not wasting my time. In the meantime, send me some full body pics of yourself plus dick and ass shots. Yes, Master Tom, just tell this pig when and where to be and I will comply. A date that suited Master Tom was set and on a Tuesday evening I found myself nervously knocking at his door exactly when he ordered. A tall man in dress slacks and a white shirt answered the door. He was very clean cut and looked more like a Mormon missionary than a slave master. “So, you’re the fuck hole applicant Rick sent me. He says you don’t have any experience as a slave, but you know how to follow orders and don’t whine”. Yes Sir! I want to be a good slave but… Sir Tom stopped me with a quick slap across the mouth. “Pig you will NEVER address me unless you are fucking bare assed” “Do you understand?” I was confused for a moment then quickly stripped off my Camo shorts, tank top, jock, and jump boots. Naked in his open door I dropped to my knees for good measure and said Yes Sir! Thank you for the training, Sir. He seemed pleased and pointed to the living room, get up and walk was all he said. I walked naked into his living room and falling back on my military training stood at attention. I was rock hard! He walked around me looking me over. He kicked my legs open into a wider stance so he could thoroughly check me out. Master Tom said “let’s make this clear. I want an obedient fuck hole that knows this is all about making my cock happy.” If I accept you as a slave, you will always arrive, strip completely and present yourself for inspection. Understand you leave your clothes and rights at the door. I’m a POZ Top and I only BB. I like to parTy and I want my slave to be fucked up too. You can speak normally, what do you think of being my slave. I answered Sir, I’m NEG but understand it’s a slave’s place to take any load without question, please use and breed this pig as you want. I’ve never partied Sir and I’d do anything you ordered totally sober, but yes please put whatever the fuck you want into your pig. Turn me into your shameless tweaked up slave. Good pig. For now, you will call yourself pig. We’ll see if you earn the right to be called a slave. Your first order is for Friday evening. You have way too much hair for a slave. I’ve made arrangements with a shaving Master to make some changes for me. I’ll text you his number and you will arrange for him to shave you. I’ve already told him what I want. Then you can report to me first thing Saturday morning. Is that understood Pig? Oh fuck I thought, I’ve always been a bear. Shaving seemed a big first step, but I took a deep breath and said Yes Master, the Pig will get shaved as ordered Sir. Master Tom seemed pleased; said I was to be naked but could wear my weighted ball stretcher next time we met. I was also to remember that if we chatted online, even if only text I was to be naked when we spoke. With that he told me to get dressed and go, he’d see his new property Saturday AM. After I had dressed and was about to leave Master Tom handed me a black gift-wrapped box. He said it was for his shaving buddy and I could give it to him on Friday. The next day I got a text from Master Tom with a phone number. It said “set up your shaving session and then call me pig”. OH FUCK I recognized that number. It was my buddy John who I hunted bottoms with at camp. I knew he was into shaving his boys but never thought he or anyone I knew would be involved with this exploration of mine. This was a serious shock, I tried to think of some plausible way to get shaved without going to him, but there really wasn’t anyway around it. If I wanted to be the chemmed up fuck hole I’d been fantasizing about I’d have to man up and push through it. I called John and after some beating around the bush said “I think Master Tom set up an appointment for me to get shaved this Friday.” I asked John if he’d be OK doing that with me. John was hesitant, do you really want to be this guy’s slave? Yes John, I fucking need to feel what its like to let go and be someone’s shameless hole. I’m kind of embarrassed that you’ve been pulled into this and since we’re such good friends if you don’t want to get involved, I’ll ask Sir Tom for another barber. John thought a moment and said no he always wanted to get some clippers into my fur. He asked how he could be sure I wasn’t going to back out. I thought a moment and said John, if you do this for me, I will be glad to drive to your house fucking naked and walk in your door bare assed to prove my commitment to this. John said fucking hell yea! Good for you pig, get your bare ass up here by 7pm on Friday. Do you know what your Master asked me to shave? No John, I assumed my ass and maybe cock, but I’m ready to do what I’m told so please don’t tell me. I don’t want to chicken out. I stripped and texted Master Tom telling him I’d made the appointment. He immediately called in video mode. Sir Tom looked me up and down, said good your naked pig. I’m glad you can follow orders. Yes Sir! I explained that I knew Barber master John from camp and it was difficult to open up about what I was doing, but I really want to do this. I explained that to prove to Master John that I meant business I’d begged to drive to his house naked and ready to be shaved. Master Tom said Very Good Pig, you might just earn that slave collar sooner than I thought. Since you’ll be naked anyway, I want you to pull over about 15 minutes away from John’s place on Friday and give me a call. Understood Pig? Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir! Oh and Pig make sure you’re completely cleaned out. My pigs always suck my cock clean after I fuck them, and you will be doing that clean or not. I consider it an incentive for my Pigs to be extra clean. It’s how a hole shows its respect. As a Master I may not be so careful, you’re just a hole so what do I care? Fuuuck Yes Sir! On Friday I gassed up my truck, stripped and threw all my gear into a bag. I try not to fondle myself for the 45-minute drive to John’s place in the mountains. I’m very nervous. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to expose the sub-pig side of me to my bud. I’ve worked really hard over the years on my hardcore top persona. About 15 minutes from John’s place, I pulled over and called Master Tom. Master Tom says let me see pig, and I show him I’m naked in the truck at an unused gas station. Good Pig, naked, the way you’re going to be the rest of this weekend. Tom says “you look a little nervous pig are you ready to go through with this? “ Sir, yes, pig is nervous, but it wants to obey so badly. That’s a good pig, now I need you to follow a few more orders. First get that gift I sent for John and open it. I’m puzzled but I comply. Inside I find a small box with four crystals of what I assume is T although I’ve never actually seen it for real. You know what that is pig? Sir I think it’s shards of T Sir. I didn’t know John used drugs. Sir, I have no idea if he does or not, but a compliant pig is my gift to him. Now pig lube up and shove one of those shards up your fuck hole as far as you can. I’m surprised this is how my first use of T is happening, but I push the fingernail sized shard up as deep as I can. I can feel a slight burn. The pig has been dosed Sir, thank you Master. That’s a good pig. Hmmm does pig think that’s enough? Master please, order your pig to do more please Sir! Fucking right pig, shove the rest of those shards in your hole. You need to get so fucking hungry for what’s coming. I push the other three slightly larger shards in and report, your pig has been dosed Sir! Thank you. My heart is racing but I don’t know if that’s the T or just the excitement. Sir orders me to lick my fingers clean. I comply. Master Tom says now get a move on pig you only have about 15 minutes before that starts to kick in. Yes Sir and thank you Master. As I drive to John’s my thoughts, which had been nervous and revolving around how embarrassing this was going to be started to change. I started to think about John pounding some willing boy while torturing his nipples. I thought how hot that would be if he put me in his sling. I began to wonder if John would get turned on by shaving me the way he did the boys at camp. He’d often try to BB them while they were distracted. I was getting so horned up by the thought of asking him to BB me, the way a slave is supposed to be used. I got to John’s house starting to really turn into a fucking pig. I walked in, saw John sitting on his barber chair like a throne, geared in leather chaps, vest, and cap. Without a second thought I stood before him, dropped to my knees, and said Please Master John, do whatever the fuck Master Tom wants done to me. Really? John said. Are you really ready for this? Fuck John, I’ve wanted this for so long. Make me into the fuck hole Master Tom wants, please I will do ANYTHING you want to show my gratitude. John laughs and said I’m really going to enjoy this, now start sucking my cock. I crawl forward and start chewing on his jock pouch. I can feel his huge dick start to get hard. I know from watching him using other boys that he loves his nipples worked on, so as I worship his cock through the jock I look up into his eyes and raise my hands to his nipples. He sees the question in my eyes and says yes pig, play with my nips. I begin to twist and work them as I fish his growing cock out of the side of his jock with just my mouth. I know it can grow to over 9 inches and I need that to happen. For 10 minutes or more I just deep throat his dick and play with his nips. I thought the shards had made me high, but they were just beginning to dissolve. A huge wave of lust hits me as I sigh and relax into my position, legs spreading a bit wider, feeling my hole start to take over. John slides his hand down my sweaty back toward my hole. I can’t help but moan as he explores my newly available hole. John stands, holds my face and says, you’re going to get what you want pig, shaved, marked, fucked, and sent away wet. He then grabbed a bottle of poppers held them to one nostril. Breathe deep pig, show me you want this. I filled my lungs deep. After a slow count of ten he pinched the other nostril and said Again! I filled my lungs deep with the fumes knowing the rush that was coming. After a count of ten he let me exhale, then almost as an afterthought put the bottle back up to the first nostril. That’s it pig, let’s get you intoxed real good. I huffed deep wanting to please this man that wasn’t a friend anymore. He was a fat cocked master that I needed to please and had to have him use me. After a few more hits John turned around and rested his arms on the barber chair. I needed no instructions; I buried my face in his ass and started rimming his hole like a starving dog. All I could think about as my head spun from the poppers and the T was how much I needed to please this man. I WANTED my bud to see I was a totally willing cock worshiping cum hungry hole. John’s hole was clean and tasted mildly of soap, but it suddenly hit me that I wouldn’t have stopped even if it wasn’t. I was really becoming the kind of pig I envied from the videos. I continued to eat John’s hole and suckle his balls while pulling on my own sensitive nipples. My cock had gone soft despite how horny I felt; the T dick I read about. That didn’t seem to matter because all that I could think about was getting my hungry hole used. John’s phone chimed and I heard him chuckling to someone. Yes, he’s here and just about totally in the zone. How much do you want me to take off? Really? Here you can tell the pig. John held his phone up, Master Tom was on the line. I looked at him with lust and tina crazed eyes and said simply Master! Master Tom said, “You’re flying high by now pig”. Tell John what you’ve done. I looked up at John and said “before I arrived, I begged Master Tom to let me shove four fat shards of T up my hole. I’ve never done tina before so now I’m high AF. I was nervous, but now I’m proud for you to see me spinning up into totally submissive pig begging to become a slave.” Nice Pig, so you’ve made sure you can’t resist anything I feel like doing to you. No Sir John, I gladly turned myself into a tweaked up obedient cock whore for you to see and use. Help me please Master Tom and show him I’m ready to be his completely obedient slave. Master Tom said perfect! Shave the pig head to toe. He can keep the goatee but trim it down. John said “Hear that pig? You’re getting it all shaved, chest, pits, ass, cock, legs…all of it!” OH FUCK! ….. Yes, please shave me down to a total slave state. Pig needs to be stripped down for Sir. Turn the pig into a hairless object, please. Master Tom says, “I wish I could watch but I’ve got things to do. Pig you won’t mind if John takes pictures for me while he works? “ No, Master Tom, John can take as many pictures as he wants while the pig gets modified for your use. Over the next hour or more John clippers and then razor shaves me from head to toe. I’ve had thick dark body hair since I was 17. I always loved being a bear, but now with the tina running through me I was totally desperate to get shaved down. While John shaved my head I sucked his cock. When he started on my pits I thought I was going to cum. He asked “how you feeling pig?” and I couldn’t stop thanking him for doing this. I so wanted to show him how grateful I was and at first timidly asked him if he’d like to fuck me when he was done. He heard the hesitation in my voice and said not backing out now are you. Fuck no John, I just didn’t want to demand anything from you, but I’d love to be strapped into your sling and have my hole opened wide by your cock. I know you try to stealth the boys at camp. You don’t need to try to trick me, I’d be proud to take your cock bare John. John reminded me he was POZ to which I said I’d be so honored to get bred by you John. I’m going to be a fucking bb slave for Master Tom. He said from now on I only get fucked bare and I don’t get a choice who fucks me. I want to look up at you while you dump a load in me. He asked me are you sure it’s not the tina talking, you might regret this in the morning? John, I reply, I’ve been taking cock in secret on work trips for years. I’ve been ashamed of it but it gets me rock hard asking to be bred. The only thing the tina is doing is helping me tell you without shame that I’m here to get dumped in by anyone and I honestly want you to bone and breed me too. “Hell then let’s get this shaving done pig!” John did a meticulous job removing all my hair then rinsed the lather off by pissing on me. I sucked his cock as he pissed, swallowing some and spitting the rest over my denuded body. Then still dripping with his piss John said get your ass in that sling, Hole. NOW! I ran across the playroom and hopped into the sling; my hungry ass just hanging over the edge of the leather right in place for easy access. I hooked my feet in the stirrups and tightened them, then cuffed my one hand. John’s like “fuck you are eager for this”. He cuffed my other hand then attached them to a bar that would hold them right at his nipples. I knew my job was to get him hard and keep him hard. He took an old dirty jock and soaked it in poppers holding it over my nose and mouth. I sucked the fumes in deep, wanting to be as fucked up for John as I could get. I heard John say something about taking pictures with my camera, and knew I’d be filmed taking his cock raw. I reveled in the complete depravity of it all. John removed the jock and stood in front of me jacking lube on his 9 incher. Talk to me pig. Tell me and the camera what you need. I looked directly into John’s eyes and said “please Sir, help turn me into a bareback cumdump, ride me raw and let me beg for your load in me.” My load? he asked. What kind of load? “Sir John, please fuck your POZ load into this pig. Convert me from a worthless neg hole into a POZed up cumdumpster proud of every load it gets!” As I begged to be violated John grew harder and harder. “Oh Fuck John, please next leather weekend at camp I need you to raw bone me in the public sling. Let the pigs see what kind of filthy hole you’ve turned me into.” That pushed John over the edge and he rammed his cock into me balls deep in one thrust. Even high on tina it fucking hurt but I didn’t stop urging him on. I lay there, ass completely owned by my bud while I worked on his nipples to get him even harder. I worked my hole squeezing and relaxing to make his fuck even better; all the while mumbling a stream of pig filth about turning into a complete and total cock slave. At that point he slowed a bit, grabbed his phone attached to the sling and turned on the camera. You’re going to want a record of this pig. Yea John, film me taking your raw cock in my hungry hole. Help break me down till I don’t care if I’m being broadcast live to complete strangers. Please, please breed this willing pig hole. Fuck feel free to offer me up online if you like. With that John grunted and began unloading deep in me. It felt awesome, being used, making a man feel good using my holes. John slowed but didn’t stop, he continued to churn to load he’d just deposited. He said, I’d love to use you all night, but I have somewhere to be. It is going on 10pm. I suddenly realized just how fucking high I still was from the tina four hours earlier. There was no way I could drive, but I didn’t want to ruin my bud’s night. John saw the worried look in my eyes and said don’t worry, Master Tom has you covered. John helped me from the sling and gave my legs a second to firm up. A moment later though I remembered my instructions and dropped to my knees to suck his cock clean. It tasted of cum, my ass juices, and a bitter taste I would learn was tina. As I cleaned him his phone chimed, and he said, “right on time; just stay there pig.” John walked out of the room and I knelt there looking at myself in the mirrors all around. I saw myself shaved down for the first time. I couldn’t help but run my hands over my smooth body, eventually reaching my wet dripping hole. My fingers went in and I moaned loudly, fuck I felt great, I was a hungry pig with a load in its hole and happy to be one. I thought about grabbing my phone but stayed put playing with my hole and licking the cum off my fingers. Suddenly I heard a new voice, deep and loud. Hell, that’s a site, a newly minted chem pig working its hole. I looked up to see a huge bear of a man in dirty jeans, work boots and a wife beater, being led into the room by John. I staired at this new arrival, mouth gaping, and whined a little in the back of my throat. John said this is Trucker Mark, he’s a friend of Master Tom. Your Master realized you’d be in no shape to drive; so, since his buddy here had to deliver a cab to the local Truckstop, he asked him to drive your car and you down to Allentown and deliver you both to Sir Tom when his shift ends. I finally swallowed and found my voice, “Thank you very much Trucker Mark! … “May I please suck your cock, Sir”

Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.

I've noted several times recently tops that required coaching on this very issue. This could very well be a consequence of losing so many gay group play venues. Guys that are used to one on one hookups through apps or from places that lack group play even at the fuck venues seem to be baffled by the mechanics required to make group play work.

Thanks guys. I'll post the next chapter tonight. In the meantime breed, get bred, or whatever 'turns your crank. '

Hi, Philip Introspection is always a good thing; it allows us to progress to another level of awareness. I have no idea who that guy is, and I don't envy him his choices. To me, the relationships one forms are the real deal, not some pie-in-the-sky contrivance that may be somewhat true, but who knows whether it's all even true? More, who really cares? What's important are our own experiences, how we learn and grow from them, and thus enrich our own lives through our own beliefs and resulting actions. If these folks who put their lives (real or not) online don't make much sense to me. There's not enough value in it to grow and expand one's life. The important thing is, we do our best to be the best man we can possibly be, and you're a fine example of that journey. Thanks for the post.

I am sure I got HIV at the Swim Club. ☣️

The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

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”.

If you're not on PrEP, you should be. If you are, then relax and hopefully enjoy the experience. As for what you'll experience: nobody else's experiences in that regard are really relevant - you and your body will react the way you and your body will react. For some, bareback sex is a life-changing experience. For others, it's another day of the week. My own suggestion, though, is to not put too many expectations on it - increased expectations = greater opportunity for disappointment.

Chapter 6 Monday, 6:45 A.M. It feels weird to say it, but I could tell he liked me. I never got sold off or prostituted like his other "victims". Getting his dick hard was as easy as kissing him on the cheek. When I mentioned my boyfriend, he clearly got jealous and started fucking me even harder. He even let me sleep every now and again. Of course, he still fucked me while I was asleep, and more than once I woke up with a load or two dripping out of my throbbing hole. Once he told me he was poz, the last ounce of my resistance disappeared. There was no point in resisting. I was never going to have a normal romantic relationship again, and that turned me on more than I'd ever been turned on. I had no choice but to be a depraved slut. It was Monday morning when he took me back. He passed out at some point a few hours ago. I decided to wake him up by eating his ass. It was covered in sweat, so he tasted fucking amazing. I felt drunk off his musk (and all the booze he'd force-fed me). I stopped licking his hole and started making out with it. I watched his flaccid cock get hard while I kissed his hole like I used to kiss my boyfriend. "Good morning, Sir," I said. It was time. The "vacation" I took over the weekend was ending, and I didn't want Earl to go back to jail. Plus, I couldn't help but wonder if he'd be true to his word and leave me on my boyfriend's front doorstep. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when his boyfriend came back to him covered in bruises, cum, sweat, and piss. He woke up. "Good morning, boy," he said. He grabbed my head and pulled my tongue deeper into his ass. I started tonguing his hole like a crazy person, refusing to come up for air and going as deep as I could. "Mmmmm, good boy," said Earl. "Choke on that fuckin' hole." I did as he told me. I don't think I could refuse him anymore. I would've done anything for him. "Kiss that ass like you wanna fuckin' marry it." "Yes sir," I tried to say. I could see his cock throbbing. I still couldn't believe how big he was. "I'm gonna cum, boy," he said. "Tell me how old you are." "18," I said. "An 18 year old is eating your old ass out..." "Again." I leaned forward and whispered a lower number in his ear. A much lower number. It wasn't true, but I knew it was what he wanted to hear. I was right. That number was all it took to make his fat balls pulse huge ropes of cum out of the tip of his cock as he moaned uncontrollably. "Fuck!" he said. "You're gonna send Daddy back to prison, babyboy..." I bent down and licked the cum off his red sheets. I didn't want any of his disgusting, diseased cum to go to waste. "It's time, boy." I was sad. I really, really didn't want to leave. He flipped over, got out of bed, and hoisted me onto his shoulders effortlessly. He carried me out of his room, the first time I'd been out in almost 3 days. He really had used me like a pocket pussy all weekend. He kept carrying me until we were both outside. Both of us were fully naked. He must not have been afraid of being caught. He pulled his keys out and opened his trunk. After all this, I was really going in there? I still had some dignity. I made this old, rapist, HIV+ motherfucker cum dozens of times and I don't even get to ride in a seat? "Sir... I was thinking I could sit beside you while you drove me off," I asked. "Seats are for men. Objects go in the trunk." He dropped me in. He took a piece of rope from the trunk and tied my legs together, then a pair of handcuffs with some blood on them. I wasn't the first one to be here, and I knew I wouldn't be the last. "Try not to run out of air. Give me your boyfriend's address, now." I was his property and I knew it. Any dignity or pride I had as a human being melted out of me. I was a sex offender's property, and I couldn't have been happier. The words "126 Beauplaisir Drive" dripped out of my mouth like saliva. He slammed the trunk shut. I was tied up and cuffed in the dark. I felt the car start to move. I took a lot of damage on the ride to my sweet, young boyfriend's apartment. He lived in Noblesville, so it was a long drive. I felt myself running out of oxygen. At some point, I passed out. When I woke up, I was being put on some sort of ottoman or small table he'd had in the back seat. I was directly in front of my boyfriend's door. "He deserves to see what I turned you into," he said. "I want him to see me poz you." I felt his head on the top of my hole. As he leaned forward, he pushed inside with no effort. I was a loose, gaping mess at this point. He knocked on the door. He was already fucking me as fast and hard as he could, like a fucking piston, when my 19 year old, short, beautiful, innocent boyfriend opened the door. He saw a man with a biohazard tattoo pumping the biggest cock he'd ever seen into his loving, loyal boyfriend. "Oh my God..." he said. I could see his tiny prick get stiff in his pants. "Honey..." I moaned to him. "He's raping me, baby. Watch his big Daddy dick fuck my ass better than you ever could. I'm sorry, honey, I'm his fleshlight now." I was barely even conscious at this point. I couldn't believe how depraved I'd become, but I loved it. I was breaking his pathetic heart in 2 and he couldn't do anything about it. He tried to shove Earl off me, but his tiny arms couldn't manage it. Earl pushed his dick deep in my guts to get close, then punched my boyfriend in his pretty blonde head. Earl picked me up in the palm of his hand, and walked into the apartment while he kept using my hole. He slammed the door before dropping me on top of my boyfriend on the floor. I moaned as he pumped his dick into my loose, knocked-up hole. "I wanna breed him too," he said. He was gonna give my boyfriend AIDS, too? How many teens had he done this to? "I can't stop you," I said. I sat on my boyfriend's bruised face. Earl's pre dripped down my colon into his mouth. He wasn't strong enough to pull me off. I watched Earl position his cock onto the entrance of his tight hole. His tiny prick was rock hard. We both leaned forward and pressed our sloppy, spit-covered lips onto each other. We kissed like it was our wedding night. "Beg," he demanded. I knew I'd have to say it out loud. "Poz my pathetic boyfriend," I said. "Ruin his hole. Ruin him like you ruined me. He lives alone. Nobody will know. You can do whatever you want to him. Anything." "You're such a good boy," he said. My boyfriend woke up. If it wasn't for my ass covering his face, he would've screamed. "Do you know what 'poz' means, boy?" he asked my boyfriend. He tried to shake his head no. "You're about to find out," Earl said. He pushed the head of his cock inside the boy I once called my future husband. I knew both my boyfriend and I were gonna be corrupted. I didn't know what Earl would end up doing to us, but I knew I'd love every second of it. _____ Thank you all for your support! It's crazy to see how many people love this concept. Feel free to DM me story ideas! :^)

Chapter 5 FOURTEEN HOURS LATER He kept his promise. Earl didn't just use me as his sex toy, he used me as furniture. If he needed to cum, he bent me over and drained his balls deep in my ass. If he needed to piss (Earl drank a lot of beer), he grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open. If he wanted a seat, he always sat on my face. It was hypnotizing. The smell of sweat, musk, and sex around his hole made me light-headed. He'd split me open. His fat cock had drilled me so many times, it stopped tightening. I would look at myself in the mirror and watch the cum leak out of my gaping, throbbing hole. He even came in and made me eat it off his fingers. I never imagined someone was could treat people so brutally. Knowing he had done it before turned me on even more. His dick brainwashed me, and he could tell. He kept pushing boundaries. At one point, after he pulled the tip of his throbbing cock out of my ass, he lifted his arm up. "It's not big enough. I wanna fuck your hole up forever. I don't want you to take another dick without thinking about me." He spat on my hole again. He joined the fingers of his hand together and pushed even harder. I felt a warm, radiating pleasure go deeper and deeper inside me. "None of my cum leaks out of you. I'm pushing it all the way inside you, fag boy." I nodded my head in obedience. He saw how weak I was in that moment and took advantage of it. "Boy," he said in a growling voice as I felt his knuckles at least a foot deep in my guts. "Ask me what my tattoo means. My biohazard symbol." I had been wondering about that. I knew his dick was dangerous when I saw it, but I didn't think there was any deeper meaning that that. "Sir... what does your biohazard symbol mean? He grinned like the Devil and stared at me. "It means I'm going to fuck you up for life, kiddo. I'm gonna turn you into a whore forever. I'm going to give you the gift of freedom. You'll never be stuck with a limp-dicked boyfriend again, babyboy. You'll be a perverted slut like me for the rest of your life." I could feel his elbow on my ring. It felt like it was working its way into my brain. "I'm poz. I've been off my meds for ten years." I'd been in ecstasy before now, but I started to shudder. He had HIV? That horrible disease? The reason my boyfriend wore condoms? I thought about what he said more. A whore forever? I'd been his whore the whole day and I'd never felt so good... "You... came in me..." Was I gonna be like him? Would this make me his toy forever? "I did, babyboy," he said. "I'm working it deep in you right now. So there's no doubt. I'm gonna breed you, boy." I was paralyzed with fear and excitement. This was the peak of my degenerate urges. This was my ticket to a lifetime of satisfying my darkest desires. I would be in pure bliss, forever. My rapist, the sex offender who kidnapped and used me like a fleshlight for almost a full day, would be able to make me a whore for life. I couldn't resist. I wasn't strong enough. I reached my arms forward and grabbed his arms, pulling him closer. "Cum in me more, sir. You'll have more to work in with that big, strong arm of yours. Knock me up. Make me your evil young slut forever." His dick got hard in a second. He jumped on me, putting his hands around my throat and pulling my hole onto his cock. He didn't move his hips. He literally used me like a fleshlight. "Good boy," he whispered into my ear. He came ropes inside me twice in fifteen minutes, and then again on the couch after an hour. TBC

Chapter 3 He threw me onto the bed hard. There were still fresh cum and lube stains on his sheets from when he was jacking off. It reeked, but at the same time I kind of liked the smell. The Ambien-vodka cocktail Earl made for me was beginning to kick in, hard. I felt warm all over and my head felt like it was buzzing. All the fear left me instantly, and all that was left was pure, filthy, disgusting lust. I couldn't help but let out a moan when he grabbed my arms and pulled me so that my head was hanging off the bed. "You're the reason this dick is covered in pre, so you're gonna clean it, boy. If I hear the word 'no' come out of your mouth one time, you do not leave this room alive. Understood?" I nodded. "Good boy." He stroked his long, fat cock until it looked hard as a rock. A little string of pre was dripping off the tip and his fat, sweaty balls were bouncing up and down. I was hypnotized. This was the biggest cock I had ever seen, even in porn, and it was going in my throat. I couldn't help but get hard too, but since I was so much smaller than he was he probably didn't even notice. "Open your mouth." I opened it right away. I could smell his cock as soon as I walked in his apartment, but now that his cock was so close the smell was really strong. It smelled like he hadn't taken a shower in a week! He reeked of cum and sweat, and the smell only got stronger when I felt the tip slide past my lips. I could barely even fit the head in my mouth! "You knocked on the wrong door, boy." He wasn't even a little gentle! He leaned forward and started drilling my poor throat with his fat cock. I swear I could feel him in my stomach! I couldn't breathe at all! He tasted like sex, too: if this was just his pre-cum, then how much does he cum? I focused on making him cum as fast as possible so I could get some air. But he was so much bigger than anything I was used to that I just couldn't help it! I felt him graze past my teeth at some point, and he stopped right away. I started coughing violently. I had spit and pre all over my face and dripping out of my mouth. I felt like a whore—no, I felt like a victim and I fucking loved it. "If I feel your teeth again I'll knock them out of your fucking head." "I'm sorry sir, I've never sucked a cock this big before." "I don't give a shit." He leaned all the way forward and grabbed my hips. Being in his big arms made me feel safe (even though I wasn't). He flipped me over and lifted me up off the ground until his mouth was on my ass and I was staring right at his cock. "Clean it." "Yes, sir." I opened my mouth and practically worshipped his cock. I licked it, sucked it (or as much as I could), even made out with the tip. I wanted to feel his cum cover my face. I wanted to watch his balls jump over and over again while he shot ropes on me until I was covered in this disgusting, evil man's seed. "Good boy... Fuck." He was licking my hole with the same ferocity. I'd shaved my hole that morning for my boyfriend as a coincidence. "Haven't had a hairless hole in years. You did want this, didn't you?" I tried to answer him but couldn't bring myself to take my mouth off his perfect cock. I was kissing his tip like I kiss my boyfriend's lips. "Daddy's getting close. Keep doing that. Fuck. Fuck!" I couldn't wait. I wanted to taste his cum so fucking bad. "FUCK!" Just when I thought I was about to get coated in Earl's cum, he threw me back on the bed. I felt his full weight on my body as I felt his cock sink deep into my throat. His dick was so thick, I could feel it throb against the walls of my esophagus. "Take it, boy. Fuck....." He was shooting ropes. I could feel it coating the walls of my throat and slide down into my stomach. After what felt like a minute and a half, he got off and left me in a pool of cum, sweat, and spit. I must've blacked out from the lack of oxygen and the pressure of his body on me, because when I woke up all my clothes were off and my phone was in his hand. "Sir... why am I naked? Did you rape me?" "No. I was waiting for you to wake up. There's something you should see, though." He turned my phone around and showed me texts he'd sent from my phone. "I" had told my family I was staying over at my boyfriend's house for a few days. "I" had texted my boyfriend that I was going on vacation and that I'd be away from my phone. "I" had turned my location off. "Looks like you're mine for a few days, fag boy." He threw the phone against the wall as hard as he could. It broke. Fuck. I didn't tell anybody where I was gonna be, my family and friends think I'm gone, and I'm locked in a literal rapist's apartment. He was already hard again. How was this even possible? I saw him stroking his cock and rubbing his biohazard tattoo with his free hand. He was walking right towards me. Oh, fuck... "You're done for." TBC

Just the tip, remember, just the tip, lol. I've heard that one before! Great story.

Part 3 Darren was serious, the look in his eyes was intense and fierce. I could tell that he wanted me to poz this fresh neg hole right here, right now. I took my cock and pressed it against his puckering hole, the hairs of his ass tickling my dick as I slid in, balls deep. Immediately, my hormones took over, and I pounded his hungry hole. Each thrust I could feel his clean hole quiver and pulse, grabbing at my cock, embracing it. Fuck he felt good. I was already on the verge of blasting his ass with my toxic load. I pulled out to give myself a break. “Absolutely not, get your cock back in there, bitch!” Darren snarled, “Finish the fucking job you faggot.” I pushed back in, and moved my body, rubbing my cock against his inner walls, and I tensed up as I exploded in pure ecstasy. The thoughts of breeding him and taking away his negative status were overwhelming, and my orgasm seemed to last forever. It was done. This man would never be the same anymore. 6 Months Later I’ve grown a lot in nearly a years time since my pozzing. Today I was throwing my first ever, all bareback party. In order to do this, Darren and his father were hosting the party at his father’s house. Tonight’s menu consisted of a single negative hole to use, interestingly, my former gym teacher named Charles. Charles wasn’t skinny or fat, he wasn’t muscular or undertoned. He was just plain average. Average in all ways that is, except his excessively small cock. It was embarrassing. Maybe half an inch when he was hard. He was a true faggot, a breed of unprecedented disaster regarding genetics. Charles was blindfolded, ass up, face down, tied up on Richard’s bed. Darren stood in the corner, stroking his cock while 15 men stood in the bedroom, preying on the ass beholden in front of them. “Men. Today we are here to bear witness to the pozzing of Charles. Daddy Darren will be here to seal the deal, as my own creator and father. Although you men serve me, you also serve Darren as our forefather. Let’s get to work.” I was proud. I made my own poz cult. I was beginning to lose any of my former innocence. I wasn’t the catholic saint I once was, if anything, I was nearly the devil now. A true sinner. It felt so good to ruin a man’s hole with my toxic seed. It was absolutely thrilling to know I was ruining him, and making him mine. Each man took his turn on Charles. Within just a few loads he started squirming from the excessive use of his nearly virgin ass. The cum dripping onto the bed, the sweat running down his back and ass crack. His ass hair was curled, and stuck to his body wet. A funky aroma of ball sweat, ass, cum, lube, and poppers filled the room. Heavy, thick, and intoxicating. I was drunk on the pheromones. Richard was next, then me, and finally Darren. Richard whipped his massive horse cock against Charles’ hole. Used, abused, disgusting, Charles was destroyed. Richard popped his cock in at full speed, and floored him out, going as deep as Charles’ body would let him and then further. Charles screamed in agony as Richard stole his pleasure from him. Charles begged for Richard to stop, but everyone in the room was addicted to watching the show - Richard refused. Richard fucked Charles like a god damn ape, relentless, rough and hard. We all stroked our cocks in amazement, Richard really knew how to destroy a boy pussy. Richard’s ass cheeks clenched up, and from behind you could see his balls squelch up closer to his body. He was about to cum. Right then, Richard blew his evil seed into poor Charles, while the rest of us came a second time. We collected our jizz and stuck it in Charles’ gaping hole, filling it even more. It was my turn, I slid into Charles and got up by his ear. “You’re mine now, bitch. I own you forever. We are family forever. My bug lives in you, and you service my bug for the rest of your life. You’ll be in hell servicing me forever now. You. Are. Mine.” Darren looked at me approvingly. Happy master, happy life. Part 4 Preview The dark side of me is taking over, I cannot control myself anymore. My cult has taken over, Darren now holds no power over me anymore, as I’ve officially surpassed him. I am now the Poz King, my seed, my babies, have taken the holes and souls of more men than I could ever know.

Part 1 It was the end my senior year in high school, I turned 18 just two weeks ago, and I was preparing to graduate. The most exciting chapter of my life was about to begin - freedom, new horizons, adventures, a life of my own. There was however, one slight issue. I am gay, I am catholic, and I have to hide my identity from everyone until I can move away. Living in a community of under 100,000 people, everyone kind of knew each other. It was still a big enough place that strangers were found every day, but today, a stranger found me. I was at the local coffee shop enjoying a frozen coffee. I was quietly sitting in the corner browsing the web on how to meet gay people. Good ol’ fashion G popped up on the App Store. I paused, thinking about what would happen if I started down this path. My parents would abandon me if they ever found out. I would be cast out, and left to my own demise. I shrugged, this is my life, and I want to meet other gays. I downloaded the app, signed up, attached a profile photo, and waited for it to be approved. I started browsing and behold, a man just 87 feet away. He had no profile photo, but he described himself as an ex-military Air Force man, bb, well hung, cut, NSA, and positive. I had no idea what any of these terms really meant. But I started to peer around the coffee shop and a man with dark hair, short cut, blue eyes and muscular build locked eyes with me. I looked away, returning to my coffee. A very loud sound came from my phone, and several men in the shop turned their heads to look at me. My face turned red hot, I could feel it. This time, the gentlemen winked at me. Holy shit. That’s him? This man was so hot, and I couldn’t help the boner forming. He also noticed this, as I saw him staring under the table at my bulge that was erupting from my jeans. I wasn’t sure what to do, everyone in the shop resumed what they were doing, except for him. He just sat there, watching me, as if I were some sort of prey or prize getting admired. I decided I needed to leave. I wasn’t ready for any of this. I moved to leave, and the man stood up abruptly, as I moved to the door he began to step closer to my path, and he introduced himself to me before I could reach the door. “Hey, I’m Darren. I was wondering if you’d be interested in hanging out.” I moved on, ignoring him and continued through the door. I rushed to my car at a quick pace, and he followed. I looked back, his hungry eyes staring me down as he strolled towards me. His huge muscular body continued pursuing me. I got to my Camry, and he arrived behind me as I fumbled for the keys to unlock my vehicle. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off. Let me make it up to you.” I hesitated. This was my chance. This man was hot. His v-neck revealed a chest of thick dark hair, and his shirt was so tight it looked as if his arms would rip the seems. I looked at him, unsure of what to say. I stuttered, trying to ask him how he would make it up. “Can I hop in the car with you?” I nodded. What was I thinking. This is stupid. He got in the vehicle and I sat in the driver seat. Darren Instructed me to pull around behind the building, and I did. I parked the vehicle and he leaned over and got up in my face. He smelled like a Versace cologne, and it was intoxicating. He stroked my hair and leaned in closer, pressing his lips to mine. He began moving his tongue through his lips and through mine. Damn. He tasted like a hazelnut cappuccino. Delicious. Darren leaned back into his seat, unzipping his pants. He pulled down his pants to his knees and pulled his under down far enough for his thick 8.5 inch cock to flop out. Astonished, I sat there with my mouth open. My 6 inch dick was nothing compared to him. He had a gorgeous bush, and I could smell the sweat of his balls in the car. It was irresistible. He gestured for me to suck it, and I tried to explain I’d never done that, but he took my head and forced it down into his lap. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and he aimed his cock, and slammed it to the back of my throat. The salty flavor, funky aroma, and taste of precum got me so hard, it felt like my dick was breaking under my jeans. Darren pulled my head off his cock after a few minutes of me sucking and polishing it. “Get in the back seat, bitch.” I did as I was ordered. “Pants and underwear off. Lay on your back. Spread your legs.” I tried to tell him again that I’ve never done this before, and he reassured me that he wouldn’t make me do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. I felt better, so I stripped down my bottom half. He peeled off his pants and underwear and took his shirt off too, then removed my shirt. He ran his tongue over my nipples, up and down my neck. He nibbled at my ears, smelled my pits, and leaned back. “Look at this virgin hole. It’s so pretty… but it won’t be when I’m done with you.” I began to worry, and he must have sensed this. He grabbed me by the hips, lifted my ass up, and licked my hole vigorously, he cleaned my entire crack out, and probed my glistening hole with his tongue. “I love the way you taste, bitch. You’re my bitch now, right?” This felt so good I couldn’t stop him. “Yes! Yes! I’m your bitch!” He burrowed in further with his tongue, and my whole world lit up like a Christmas tree. I was in heaven. But then he stopped. He moved in closer, and dropped my hips. That’s when he started rubbing his huge dick across my hole. He would put pressure on it, and watch my face as he tortured me with pleasure. “Do you have a condom?” Darren asked nicely, “I am poz, so if you don’t want to fuck it’s cool.” I wasn’t sure what that meant. He explained to me that it’s a virus, and that it can be spread through sex. He told me this as he pushed his cock against my hole, harder, enough to start opening me up slightly. I could not control myself. I lost my shit as he did one more push, this time I felt my hole open up more, and it hurt a bit, but FUCK I was leaking precum everywhere. Darren reassured me that the virus is just a virus. There are plenty of people who have it and it’s no big deal. He must have completely understood that I wasn’t aware of what it mean to be poz. But he did what he had to. “Ok.” I whispered. And he took a glob of spit and ran it up and down his cock. “You want this cock inside you? You little fag? You want me to fuck this hole?” He kept rubbing my hole and I let out a whimper, and gave in. “Give it to me.” Darren pushed In, opening up my hole even more, he pulled back, but this time, he slammed it all the way in. Hard. I felt the walls of my ass rip open, and the hole be stretched to the max. Darren pumped my ass with his huge cock - I was having troubles handling his huge member, it hurt so bad, but it felt so good too. I never knew sex could feel so… amazingly awful. After a while, It felt way smoother, and way nicer. I relaxed and let him pound my ass, taking his pleasure. Darren’s sweat dripped all over my body and face as he fucked me to the point I had blood running from my hole, onto the cloth of the seat. He grabbed my rock hard cock and began jerking me off. Almost immediately I blew my load, right over my head. It hit the window; I had never done anything like that before. Darren’s thrusting picked up pace. He was fucking me so hard and so fast I felt like I was gonna puke. For another 15 minutes he fucked me in the back of that car like an animal. It smelled like sex, sweat, and blood. An aroma, I will never forget. Darren let out a loud and powerful orgasm, as he burrowed and bottomed out my ass. It hurt so fucking bad, like he couldn’t possibly be deeper. “You’re mine now, bitch. I own you forever. We are family forever. My bug lives in you, and you service my bug for the rest of your life. You’ll be in hell servicing me forever now. You. Are. Mine.” A little bit about Part 2. Now that Darren owns me, will I ever have a normal life again? Men all over G are messaging me, and this older man seems really into me. He invited me over for dinner, so I could meet him and his son.

One of my fantasies is that I am running along a wooded urban jogging trail, high and horny. I'm following distantly behind a sexy male jogger wearing extremely tight short shorts. The path turns a corner, and that's when I see the sexy jogger is patiently waiting for me on all fours, shorts off, his hole fully exposed. Last night, I went into the city to see my fuck buddy Frank. He has a great apartment setup, and he's always ready to party and play. I got to his place and Frank was wearing a spandex cyclist's singlet, with the ass cut out. We got spun up, shotgunned a few and started fucking. It was amazing. We were both really really high. Frank's spandex outfit made me tell him about my slutty jogger fantasy. He suggested we drive down to "Regatta Road", a few minutes drive by car. It's basically a lakeside wild natural area inside the city, and it is notorious for gay cruising. The area is bushes, very tall grasses and forest- with zillions of twisting narrow footpaths, and little hideaways further into the bush for having sex. I think most of the guys who cruise here are married to women or otherwise closeted. So around midnight we drove down to Regatta Road and parked the car. Then we went into the tangled mazes of the cruise paths. Frank- whose ass was hanging out of his singlet-- led me on a path through bushes, across a dry stream, back into bushes and into an open area. He stopped suddenly on the footpath, bent his knees, and presented his wide smooth ass to me, completely lubed up. I pulled my semi-soft cock out of my pants and forced it into his hole. I started fucking him slowly, letting my cock harden up, and then we heard footsteps and voices on the path. I did not stop fucking Frank at any point. Then two guys appeared, shyly cruised around us, and then continued on their path. On a whim, I decided to take almost all my clothes off, so I was completely naked except for my running shoes and baseball hat. I cannot describe how mindblowing that was. I felt like a naked superstar sex god. A giant walking cock. Spun as fuck. Frank suggested we go somewhere else. I followed his ass into a dark area, across another part of the stream, and then up into a wooded area. We passed by another couple of men, who murmured approvingly when they saw that I was completely butt-naked, my greasy cock swinging free. Frank took us on another path to where there was a bit of a clearing. He stuck his ass out and let me pound him some more. What a rush to fuck a guy outdoors, high n horny, stark naked, with other guys cruising around. After a while, we decided to move on. I followed Frank and it probably seemed to everyone we passed that he was being cruised hard by a totally naked Black top. Frank took us on another path to the wooded area directly beside the parking lot, where there was a huge slab of old concrete about three feet high nestled among the trees. There were two guys sitting on the slab. They asked us if we had cigarettes. Frank gave them a couple of smokes, and then I asked them to make room for us on the slab. Frank climbed up in-between the two guys on the slab, presented his hole to me doggy style and then we launched into a deep raw fuck. I was pumping Frank's hole literally inches from the guys faces. One guy said, "That's a nice ass." "Yeah, I been chasing this cock teaser's ass all night long," I exaggerated. The two guys played with themselves a little, and then left. Now that we had the slab to ourselves, Frank suggested we go back to his car and get a small portable mattress and pillows that he just happened to have in his trunk. We brought the mattress back to the slab and it fit perfectly on top. Around the slab was tonnes of strewn litter. We climbed onto the mattress and I said to Frank, "Let's show these closet cases how real pigs fuck." After rimming him for a few minutes, my cock got so hard that I was able to stroke all the way in balls deep and then all the way out with a juicy pop. We started fucking like dogs in heat. Moaning like demons in ecstasy, shotgunning puffs on the devil's dick. We were using J-lube and lots of water so the mattress became a wet mess. Random guys silently watched us. It was incredible, an utter pig fantasy. For three hours on that raised mattress surrounded by garbage, the main thing I cared about was Frank's anal sphincter squeezing the fuck out of my cock. Frank told me that he knew a Black top who cruises here regularly, and he also walks around totally naked. Frank said the Black top was super popular, and guys in their cars in the parking lot would line up to offer their asses when he came around. The Black guy was fucking so many anonymous holes that he was probably cross-pollinating STIs. I myself could totally relate to the Black top. If I'm partying, I have to fuck every hole that presents itself to me. (All Black power tops should experience cruising naked and high in a public park. Personally, I felt like a character in a Tom of Finland comic, short on wardrobe but still hunting for bubble ass in the woods.) We went back to Frank's place and kept partying until the next morning. So that was my fantasy more or less coming true: being high as a cloud, following a hot guy in slut-wear through the woods, and then bare-backing him hard in the middle of the trail. Even better, I found that cruising naked is an INCREDIBLE experience and I got to fuck that hot guy for hours in front of total strangers. I'm so happy. I can't wait to go back to Regatta Road next summer.

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

Thanks my fellow slut! Love your profile pics! Go ahead and find some big tools, too...you deserve them! I'm gonna get tested in near future for sure...honestly I'm not a bug chaser, but I am not so scared of getting HIV. If that is my fate, I can only wait and see. And keep taking loads in the meantime 😉

I was 11, my friend's brother was the first.

If you removed all the vulgarity from BZ, there wouldn’t be anything to read.

I remember reading steam when I was a teen

I'm dating an ex-porn star who swears there's a world of difference between "business" and "love" in bed. For them, meaningful intimacy now trumps collecting paychecks, and they're now all in for that deep connection which never came on the job.

I woke at around 5am this morning feeling very horny, my cunthole was hungry for some cock & cum. I got online to see what was on offer, while browsing on my MacBook my phone pinged….scruff notification!😋 The message was from a 6’2” 57 yr old hairy fat top, he liked my arse pics and was free to come over now and give my arse a good hard fucking with his big cock & breed a couple of big loads in me. As soon as I check out the pics he sent my cunthole made the decision for me! His cock, 9” of very fat veiny uncut man meat with a huge pair of balls that hung low in their hairy scrotum. My cunthole started aching as I played the attached video, he was stool by a glass top coffee table wanking his dick then he roared & his massive dick started pumping like a machine, huge thick creamy wags of cum blasted from his cock splattering all over the glass top, I counted 18 wads of cum, the table was totally covered in cum. Now my cunthole was aching so badly, I replied attaching my location & told him how badly I wanted his cock & cum loads in my arse. I had a quick shower & gave my hole a quick freshen up! When he arrived I led him up to my bedroom, his pics didn’t do justice to just how tall & wide he is nor how sexy he was in person, a bit of his big hairy belly hung just below the bottom of his t-shirt & his huge cock & balls swung around in his joggers when he walked. I was wearing a vest & jock which I took off as I walked in my room, his big belly & chest were covered with curly black hair, as he took off his joggers I reached out & took his semi hard dick in my hand, almost instantly he was rock hard! He told me to get on the bed, head down arse up at the edge of the bed. He knelt behind me, spread my arse cheeks & buried his face in my hairy crack. He licked my hole with his big tongue then got it inside me, he got me groaning with pleasure then spat on my hole, stood up, spit lubed his cock and started pushing it in my cunthole. I was gagging for his cock & I felt my cunthole opening up for him, he’d eased his big bell end in then with a thrust he was balls deep in me, his shaft stretching my cunthole made me gasp from the brief stinging burning sensation. His big hairy belly was resting on the small of my back as he started pounded my cunthole hard deep & fast, 10 minutes into fucking he gets me on my side, standing at the side of the bed he pulls me to the edge, lifts my right leg up as he shoves his cock back in, pounding me hard & rough his cock is hitting the spot & my cunthole is building up to a big intense orgasm! “Oh fuck! I’m gunna cum” I growled… Boom! Climax! My cock blasted big thick ropes of cum across the bed & my cunthole was gripping his big shaft in spasms! He pulled out briefly as I got on my back the shoved his huge length back in me, he drilled his cock into my cunthole hard & fast for a good 10 minutes or so when he be blew his second load deep inside me. Still balls deep in my cunthole he bent forward leaning on me panting as this sweaty dripped down on me. After a short rest he resumed fucking my pussy, his big swollen bell end was rubbing hard on my prostate and within a few minutes I was roaring with ecstasy as I climaxed and swirled my heavy load all over the bed.

Saturday night at baths, 100% hotties. Dude with his ball cap on backwards, and huge dick tried to fuck me in the dark room butt he couldn't stand the gropers. I told him I had a room, so off we went. He didn't want any oral butt his big cock stayed hard. He just plays with my hole til I couldn't take anymore, eager to get his dick in my cumhole. I'm on my back with my ankles on his shoulders I shot my load when he did without ever touching my cock. It has been years since that happened to me. xox

“Damon's semen had an edge to it, the bodily fluid equivalent of a chip on his shoulder.“ I read that line and just thought, Whoa! Porn with a literary bent! Not only is this a thoroughly frisky story—with long, lingering sexual congress between young Jay and various parties—why, it’s very well written. Maybe even better written than some, er, mainstream (that is, more broadly read) literary endeavors I’ve slogged through. So, wherever you are, gymguy8, please know that your work continues to be effective, be it for jacking off or something more edifying.

Chapter 2 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. * * * As Mr. Sanchez's office door closed behind him, Caleb's thoughts ricocheted about. He wondered nervously whether he had done enough to keep Mr. Sanchez from making a report to Principal Lenox. With a curious mix of excitement and anxiousness, he wondered what Mr. Sanchez planned to do later at their lunch-time meeting. Moreover, what is it that Mr. Sanchez had been sending and to whom on Caleb's cell? Snatching his focus from these thoughts, however, was the slickness of the cum lubing Caleb's ass cheeks as he walked down the hallway. Caleb's cock swelled inside his pants as he dwelled on this feeling, which was wholly new and entirely pleasant to him. Caleb walked himself back to first-period calculus — the same class he had left earlier to go masturbate in the boy's bathroom. Was it still first period, though? Without his phone he couldn't check the time, and for the life of him, he couldn't remember if he had heard the bell or not while Mr. Sanchez had been pounding that big, raw dick into his teen butthole. Whatever the case, Caleb needed to retrieve his backpack. He swallowed his nerves as he pulled open the door to Mr. Jacobs' room. The familiar eyes of his fellow classmates were on Caleb as he walked into the silent room. It was, indeed, still first period. The books and papers on everyone's desk indicated quiet time for assignment work. In a hushed tone, Mr. Jacobs gently called Caleb over. "Everything okay, Caleb?" "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." "You were gone for quite a while. I was just about to send someone to check on you." "I'm fine." Caleb declined to preempt Mr. Jacobs' curiosity as he hurriedly considered the implications of various explanations. By not giving Caleb an excuse note, Mr. Sanchez had put Caleb in an awkward position. How was he to justify the mid-class detour to let Mr. Sanchez please himself inside Caleb's lower intestines? Brow furrowed, Mr. Jacobs searched Caleb's face for information that words had not furnished. "Is there a reason you were gone for most of class, then?" "Mr. Sanchez asked me to his office." "He gave you a pass, yes?" Caleb fidgeted in the face of Mr. Jacobs' insistence. "No, I think he forgot." Eyebrow raised, Mr. Jacobs replied, "Mr. Sanchez is not one to forget. If he let you back without a pass, that tends to be for one reason only." Caleb, unaccustomed to having to justify his actions, felt butterflies in his stomach -- a strangely complimentary accompaniment to the soreness in his rear. Mr. Jacobs opened his desk drawer and pulled out his cell. After a few taps and swipes, he set his cell on the desk, screen down, and looked back up at his nervous student. "I'm going to need you to stay after class, Caleb. Head back to your seat." Caleb made his way to the back of the class, moving through the curious glares of his classmates. He surmised their silent efforts to reconcile his behavior that morning with his always-follows-the-rules reputation. Mr. Jacobs' statement about the reason for the missing pass bounced around inside Caleb's skull, but he could not bring himself to believe that Mr. Jacobs could possibly know what precisely had transpired in Mr. Sanchez's office. Could such extraordinary events be guessed with so little context? The most forceful doubt that kept the thought turning in Caleb's mind was the fact that Mr. Jacobs had conferred with his cell phone. Why would he want to check his personal device instead of any of the official communication channels internal to their school intranet? As Caleb took his seat, the pressure of the chair against his ass made for a fresh reminder of how his hole had been made to satisfy Mr. Sanchez's substantial manhood. Caleb found the feeling both discomforting and satisfying. He wondered how Mr. Sanchez's DNA was fairing inside his freshly fucked rectum. Caleb's hardening cock began to push his pants upward into the underside of his desk. The rustle of his classmates' belongings signaled the impending bell tone, which followed on cue. The class emptied of all but Caleb and Mr. Jacobs. Unable to hide his erection, Caleb remained at his seat, hoping his post-class conversation with Mr. Jacobs would not force his erection into view. "Caleb, you can come on up here, please." Caleb stood up and moved to the front of the room. Mr. Jacobs walked over to the classroom door, and as he was locking it, with his back still to Caleb, said dryly, "Nice erection." Caleb's eyes widened in embarrassment. Mr. Jacobs turned to face his silent student. "You know you should be more careful letting a grown man like Mr. Sanchez inseminate you without protection, my dear boy. You're just asking for HIV." Caleb's stomach flipped. Any doubt that he had about what Mr. Jacobs knew evaporated. The mention of HIV added a more ominous dimension to the trouble that Caleb already knew himself to be in. What else did his math teacher possibly know? "Take your clothes off, and get up on my desk. Lie on your back and hold your legs all the way back for me. I have to make this quick." Caleb's heart felt as though it wanted to leap out of his rib cage. He complied with the old man's instructions, adjusting to the coldness of the desk against his naked back. "Mr. Sanchez load you up good?" The crude directness was surprising coming from the mouth of the otherwise straight-laced Mr. Jacobs. Of course, neither would Caleb have imagined presenting his freshly bred hole to a gray-haired, balding, gaunt old man like Mr. Jacobs either. Caleb watched between his lifted legs as his calculus teacher fumbled his thin, long cock out of his unzipped fly. "You going to answer my question, slut, or are you looking to fail this quiz?" Without waiting for a response, Mr. Jacobs plunged his index finger deep into Caleb's hole, stirring the fresh cum inside, then pulled it out, and promptly shoved it right into Caleb's mouth. "Go ahead and suck Mr. Sanchez's baby batter off my finger, slut." Caleb sucked on his calculus teacher's cum-drenched digit eagerly, savoring the unique saltiness of Mr. Sanchez's load. Mr. Jacobs withdrew his finger from Caleb's mouth and quickly gripped his surprisingly bright-pink dick, plunging it right into Caleb's cum-lubed hole without warning. Caleb let out a surprised, "Unh!", as Mr. Jacobs muttered, "Oh fuck!" Mr. Jacobs' abrupt bottoming out inside the teen's anal cavity left a pained look on Caleb's face. "Grip my cock as tightly as you can with your ass muscles, Caleb. Mr. Sanchez will absolutely destroy you if you let his load leak out before lunch." Caleb squeezed his ass muscles tightly around his math teacher's long, bare dick as it continued to press painfully against Caleb's second hole. Mr. Jacobs looked fixated at the place where the base of his cock came into contact with the teen's fuckhole. "You ever take grandpa cock bare before, Caleb?" Mr. Jacobs slowly started moving his dick back and forth inside Caleb's cum-filled ass. "No, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb savored the feeling of having a second raw cock forcing its way into his already used fuckchute. "Well, maybe I should change your homework assignment and have you bring a bottle of dick pills to the assisted living facilities around here to do some community servicing. It would look great on your college applications, for one thing. And I bet you could easily get a dozen loads in your juicy ass before school if you started early enough." Caleb moaned and then replied, "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." He felt the old man's cockhead poking painfully at his second hole. "You are every bit the nasty slut Mr. Sanchez said you were." Mr. Jacobs picked up the pace of his fucking. "Ow, ow!" Caleb exclaimed softly, trying not to offend Mr. Jacobs but unable to ignore the pain he was feeling. "You want me to slow down, Caleb?" Caleb nodded, wincing. Mr. Jacobs looked directly into Caleb's pained eyes and began slamming his cock harder and harder into the boy's hole, pummeling the teen's tightly closed second hole over and over with his snake-like dick. "Ah, fuck!" Caleb inhaled sharply, still not realizing that his effort to grip Mr. Jacob's cock tightly with his anal opening was also keeping his second hole from relaxing against the assault it was enduring. "I'm going to make you into my little first period pussyboy, Caleb. Would you like that, slut? You want to be your teacher's little pussyboy?" Mr. Jacobs pounded the teen's fuckchute even faster. With a pained voice, Caleb managed to say, "Yes,... sir… aah…." "You come into my classroom smelling freshly fucked and full of cum again, and you can expect exactly the same treatment, you understand, slut?" "Unh! Yes, sir…." In spite of his efforts, some cum managed to leak from Caleb's hole down his ass crack and pooled on Mr. Jacobs desk. Mr. Jacobs' thrusts reached their peak as he continued slamming Mr. Sanchez's load deeper into Caleb's guts. "Here comes my load, pussyboy!" Mr. Jacobs grunted loudly as he began coating the teen's insides with his thick grandpa load, adding to Mr. Sanchez's frothed up cum. Caleb did his best to keep gripping Mr. Jacob's spindly, raw cock as tightly as he could. "Keep gripping my dick like that, Caleb. I want you to milk every last drop of cum into your pussy." "Yes, Mr. Jacobs." Caleb watched through his legs as the old man's thrusting slowed and came to a rest. Caleb continued gripping his ass muscles as Mr. Jacobs began his slow, methodical withdraw. "Careful not to spill, boy. You gotta keep all that cum in you through lunch, remember." "Yes, sir," Caleb replied dutifully, the pain in his voice having been replaced by relief. "Good boy. Now show me your hole." Caleb tilted his pelvis upward and pulled back on his spread legs even more. Mr. Jacobs picked up his cell and snapped some closeups of Caleb's pink, cum-glistening hole. The gray-haired calculus teacher then took a few steps back, pressed something on the screen, and staring into his phone, asked Caleb, "How many loads you got in you, boy?" "Two, sir." "Good boy. You going to be my personal pussyboy from now on?" "Yes, sir." "Now tell all the horny old men watching this that you love raw senior citizen cock." Caleb hesitated. "Say, 'I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy.'" "I love raw grandpa cock in my teen pussy." "Now get your creamy boypussy to class, slut. You're going to be late." * * *

So anyway, time for an update. I've still been going to the parties, but now that I've been pozzed a lot of the thrill of the risk of bottoming is gone. But all is not lost because although I never really got into topping before, now it is super exciting to pump a charged load into a possibly neg and unsuspecting hole. I still go and get locked in my bondage spreader bar like before and take a couple loads but now the host releases me after a couple and we search for a bottom who might want to try it out. We never fail to find one. And they never ask about status or anything like that. I love watching a fat guy like me ass up and helpless to stop any top from mounting him and stretching and pounding his hole. Well, I like any guy who tries it. It's so hot knowing they will take anon cum. I like to wait until a bottom has several loads in and then take my turn and blast my toxic load in with the other usually unknown ones. Not all unknown though because I've seen several tops with biohazard or scorpion tats using the bound bottoms. At least two of the other bottom guys who have tried it have already tested poz too. I don't know if it was me for sure or not, but my VL is super high. My doctor is really getting on me about getting on meds, but I'm thinking about quitting seeing him and switching to another clinic that doesn't know of my status. I'm really glad that I've found another way to keep things hot!

From a BDSM standpoint these make zero sense to me as they are. They absolutely prevent any effective skin-to-skin pleasure, so what’s in it for the Top to get his cock abraded? I could understand a Sadist wanting to use one, but I would think someone would have come up with one with a comfortable inner lining for the Top. The entire function of the thing seems to be to cause physical distress to the bottom/submissive, and, if anyone is honest, we’re talking about physical damage, because everything about a guy’s gut is delicate on the inside. You can’t take a fucking cheese grater to it and expect it to be unscathed. So, again, from a BDSM standpoint it kind of skates close to thin ice about being Safe or Sane. I’m not even going to touch the “good for conversion” comments except to point out that that shit belongs in the Backroom, not here.

I laughed at the boy begging me to rape him. Then I spit in his face. “Dirty little faggot. Careful what you wish for. We’re gonna ruin this sloppy cumdump.” I started to plow him steady and hard, feeling the hot walls of his ass sucking my dick inside. I could feel he was already lubed up. The boy started to moan as my cock sank all the way up his hole. I looked over at Jesse, who had come back in the room, followed by a short, well built mid 20s guy. The newbie’s mouth was agape like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I just smiled and waved him over. “Hey dude. Take your clothes off and come fuck this faggot. How many loads does the kid have in him, Jesse?” Jesse laughed and said “two from me, and two from some random Daddy types who left just before you got here. Nice big cock on those two. Adam was begging for their loads. He’s such a fucking whore.” Adam moaned on the bed as I kept up a steady pace fucking him. The new guy quickly shucked his clothes, showing off a nice tight body with a big fat dick. He was short and smooth with a sexy brush cut, and his cock was uncut. He also had a nice treasure trail from his furry stomach down to thick pubes. An impressive dick hung there, rock hard. I reached out grabbed his cock, and played with his foreskin which barely uncovered the head. He moaned loudly. “What’s your name kid?” “Brian,” he said. “This is so fucking hot. I had a hell of a week and really need to bust a nut.” “Stick around, Brian. We’ll get you fucked up and fuck all night,” Jesse said. He smiled big and pointed to the bong on the table and the big bag of T. “Oh I don’t do drugs,” Brian said. Jesse smiled even bigger and said “It’s cool, you can do them or not do them. Your choice.” Clearly Jesse was gonna give the kid a booty bump whether he wanted it or not. He had a nice firm ass that I knew we were both going to be inside by the end of the night. Brian moved around to the front of the faggot and shoved his ample cock in Adam’s mouth and both of them loudly moaned. Brian fucked Adam’s mouth for a bit then leaned down and spat on his face, licked it off and grinned. Then he leaned over and started to make out with Adam who moaned louder and started riding my dick even harder, trying to get my cock as far up his cunt as it would go. The boy was on fire. Jesse leaned down and started to make out with Adam and Brian, playing with Brian’s rock hard cock. Jesse leaned down and took Brian’s cock into his mouth while I began to fuck Adam harder, so both of the boys started to moan for different reasons. One because his cunt (and reason for living) was getting split open by my fat dick, and the other because his equally fat dick was being swallowed by a handsome bearded cock sucking pig. I wanted to last longer, so I leaned over and whispered in Brian’s ear “Why don’t you fuck the faggot now? He’s all lubed up and squishy with strangers’ cum.” Brian got a wicked grin on his face, then stuck his tongue in my mouth and then we rearranged positions so that he could slide his rock hard dick into Adam and I laid down to take a break, alternating between making out with Adam and Jesse and whispering dirty things in their ears. “You gonna booty bump this kid,” I asked Jesse? He just smiled and looked at me with his huge black pupils. “What do you think?” I just smiled and made out with him harder. I had a feeling our young friend was going to end up with a butt full of cum, just like Adam. Brian pounded Adam’s cunt hard for about 15 minutes while Jesse and I made out with him and egged him on to breed the fag harder. Finally, the shortness of his breath told us he was about to blast the faggot full of another load of sperm. I leaned over to Brian and said “come on, dude, give that faggot your load. Knock him up. The little whore needs more cum to lube up his pussy.” “Fuck, I”m gonna cum!,” Brian moaned and I could see his nuts pull up as he dumped another load our little rugby dump. Adam moaned and begged, “please shoot your fucking load in me. I need your cum inside my cunt. FUUUUUCK.” Breathing heavily, Brian collapsed on Adam’s back and his cock popped out of the boy. I reached down and could feel the cum start to leak from his jizz hole. When his cunt was empty he started to moan and beg “Please. Fuck me. I need more cock. Please.” “What do you say boys? Should we find some strangers to gang rape this cumdump?” They both laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Jesse grabbed the bong and leaned over to give Adam another huge shotgun of T. I leaned down and took it from him and tried to give it to Brian, who turned his head away. He laughed nervously. I blew the smoke away from him and thought “we’ll get you yet, boy. You’re gonna be begging me for my dick before the end of this night.”

Very hot, I love these kinds of conversion stories!!

Part 47 - Reflections Javier woke fairly early Friday morning, the warmth emitting from Pedro's body passing to him as he lay in his arms. One thing for sure he thought to himself, his ass was sore, but he was to excited and twisted his body around to face Pedro was waking up 'morning lover' Javier whispered in Pedro's ear. He snuggled up a smile racing across his face 'lover, I like that' he said kissing Javier tenderly on the lips, both of them were still tired falling asleep with their bodies as close as they could get. Down the road Juan was out doing his morning run plus it was a great way to see all the houses around Bel Air. His route had taken him along Bel Air Road then Copa De Ora and Bellagio Roads, he turned on to Stone Canyon Road. He always took to running in his shorts and t-shirt but already he had taken it off and attached it to his shorts, the beat of his music playing in his ears and dappled sunlight filtering through the tree lined road just seemed to be perfection. He looked to his left to see a beautiful large white house with a fountain in the driveway, he didn't see the furthest gate opening by the mail box. The car came speeding out and Juan suddenly stopped inches away from going over the bonnet and tripping on the curb grazing his knee on the road. "Idiot" the occupant called out from the window and he sped down the road leaving Juan on the ground. Standing up he turned but the car had gone "I'm so sorry are you alright?" a young lady asked standing at the gate. Juan looked around "Yes, just a couple of grazes on the my leg" he replied "Someone is in a hurry". The young lady walked out to have a look "Hmm, come in at least let me clean it up for you" she said. Juan followed her and walked through the four tall pillars supporting the overhanging roof of this impressive house, she indicated for him to sit in the entrance hall and disappeared for a moment returning with some antiseptic wash. Juan could hear children playing outside. He commented saying that she probably has to do this a lot with young children running about, she looked up and was almost swallowed up by his brown eyes watching her, a tingling up her spine which she had never felt before, in fact her husband had never looked at her in that way. She couldn't place his face but he looked sort of familiar, she finished cleaning the grazes on his leg. Juan just found the young lady so fascinating and attractive, but hey she is obviously married and way of his league he thought to himself. "There, good as new" she said standing up "Haven't see you around here before?" she stated looking at him. Juan stood up "I'm here visiting, speaking of which I should be heading back. Thank you playing nurse". She giggled "It's the least I can do. Do you need a drive back?" she asked. Juan smiled "Very kind but no thank you, I need to finish my run" he replied heading to the door. She walked him down to the gate "Enjoy the rest of your run, maybe I will see you around running" she chuckled. Juan turned and waved, she watched him head back down Stone Canyon Road, the finely tuned body and muscles glistening in the sunlight, did she let him escape she wondered as he disappeared from sight. She turned back to the house enough is enough she thought sadly closing the door knowing that the love in her marriage had gone. Juan arrived back at St Pierre a trickle of blood had run down his calf and he walked in to the kitchen to clean it up. Ben was already up and asked if this was normal for him to come back bleeding from his run, he grabbed the first aid kit in the kitchen and cleaned up Juan's leg then poured him a coffee. Juan explained what had happened and Ben chuckled asking if she was attractive, Juan laughed and asked why but Ben shrugged his shoulders and just commented about the way he told the story as it sounded like he had fallen in love with a stranger. Juan laughed and reminded him that though he was married he was still young enough to be thrown in the pool. Mark was on the phone talking with his father a furrowed look on his face as he listened, Ben caught the tail end of his words down the phone 'Well he expected everything but gave little back', he knew not to ask and that Mark would tell him in his own time what that was all about. He rushed in grabbing a coffee and kissing Ben as he headed out to pick Franco up for work. Thank god Angelo and Ethan were due home this weekend from honeymoon, it meant getting more of Mark back but also Ethan who he had missed greatly. Whilst they waited for Javier to come home Juan and he headed to the gym and worked out for an hour. Being a Friday their evening would follow normal routine and dinner at Liongate with the family and very close friends. Maddy had already warned them that Nicky and Kit would be joining them since she had wrapped up filming and needed a normality check. Juan was excited about being invited to dinner this evening and meet a celebrity in real life for the first time. Ben could see that Juan's mind was elsewhere and when quizzed he smirked at Ben and just said he couldn't get this mornings incident out of his head. "Do you think she was interested?" Ben asked out of the blue catching Juan by surprise. He stopped putting the weights down "Looked like she was married with kids" he replied. Ben mused it over a while "Was she upset you know I assume it was her husband driving out". Juan shrugged his shoulders "I don't know. He could have been going to work". "There you are" Javier said walking in to the gym with Pedro. Juan looked over "Talking about lovers, about time" he said smirking at them standing there. The Friday night dinner was as usual noisy and Juan loved every minute of it the evening, David proclaimed it was one of the best nights discovering that Juan was actually a very avid soccer supporter. Joking and having heated playful discussions about their favourite player it was a refreshing change for both of them. Mark's sister and husband had made their excuses not to attend and it was quickly forgotten about. Sunday morning Juan was dropped off at the airport by quite a large a crowd including David who kept joking that he would fly Juan over to LA whenever there was a match on and he was at home. He made Javier promise that in a couple of weeks he would come home to see his parents and bring Pedro with him. Leaving the departure concourse some of the crowd headed home the others went to the beach for a few hours by the airport to wait for Angelo and Ethan to return home. Juan sat in the lounge waiting for the flight, he found it odd feeling out of place among the obviously wealthy passengers. Figuring at best he could afford two flights a year to LA in economy, he felt a little tired never expecting the trip to be so enjoyable and welcomed in such a way by Davenport family, he was definitely looking forward to sleeping for the most of the flight to NY. One thing he knew for certain was barring anything coming between Pendro and Javier, he was staying in LA, he sent a text to his parents telling them he was waiting for the flight and should be home around 6pm with the time difference. Juan sat there overlooking the apron watching the planes pushing back and heading off when the manager of the lounge approached him and introduced himself, he handed Juan an envelope. "What is this for?" Juan asked looking confused. The manager smiled "This is your Concierge club card, simply call the number if you need anything" he said. "Oh right, thanks" Juan said putting the enveloped in his ruck sack without any idea what it meant. The airline representative escorted Juan down to the plane and his seat making sure he was comfortable before wishing him a pleasant flight and leaving. This was his second time travelling in first class, he was quite looking forward to it and notching it down as an experience in life. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he saw a message from DD which was his code for David Davenport, he smiled and unlocked the phone reading the message 'Juanito, so enjoyed your company this weekend and I wasn't joking about you coming to LA for matches. Please don't be offended or upset but you should have now received a Concierge club card from the airline, my way of saying thank you and also for letting Pedro and Javy be together. Use it freely to come to LA yourself and also for your parents. Looking forward to Madrid, D' he chuckled and wondered what was in the envelope, standing up he retrieved his ruck sack from the overhead storage. Opening the envelope he saw the black card with gold lettering, his name and membership number, on the back he saw the phone number. The cabin manager spotting the card in Juan's hand immediately focused her attention on him apologising that they were not informed of him travelling. Juan felt a little embarrassed unsure what it was all about until he asked the cabin manager who explained everything to him. He was even more shocked when she explained that it self billed to the person who nominated him as a member and this he felt was way to much. He sent a text to David thanking him explaining that it was to much to accept, the response he got made him smile 'If you don't use it I will fly over and drag your sorry ass to LA' ending it with a smiling emoji. Reluctantly he slipped the card in his pocket and settled in for the flight, after some brunch he slept the rest of the flight. A few days after returning home he received a text from David telling him to phone the number and book a flight to be in Madrid on a specific date and time and to tell the airline he was staying at the Ritz Madrid, returning 4 days later. He opened the desk draw in his room, looking at the card and turning it over he dialled the number. It was answered immediately and he was greeted by name as if they knew he would be calling. The call only took a couple of minutes where they asked for dates and passport information. Within half an hour he received a text from the airline with his confirmation and time the car would pick him up for his evening flight from JFK to Madrid. It was all to easy he thought to himself, getting trapped by this way of living, he would have to speak to David in Madrid and hand the card back he thought as he sent a text with his flight details on to David. Pedro and Javier settled in to their seats in business class along with Bobby and Josh, having to slum it as there were not enough seats in first class where Maddy, David and Selina sat. Deciding not to mope around at home, Selina had left the kids with the nanny for a few days away with the group. She was sad but happy with her decision, after all her husband seemed to be expecting handouts all the time whenever he wanted something, but her father was not playing ball. In New York Juan arrived at the airport and found himself escorted through to the Concierge lounge. It felt strange seeing other passengers look at him as he was escorted in to a private members only section, he was just expecting to be in the lounge and then help himself. But this section was empty and he had personal service from the lounge staff member assigned to him. Juan stepped off the plane feeling pretty refreshed having slept a good portion of the flight and soon was on his way to the hotel. David met him at the lobby and invited him to their suite to plan the day ahead explaining that sitting by the pool or sightseeing and shopping were the options. Juan chuckled and said he was definitely for the sightseeing. Showered and feeling clean he stepped out of his room and too the elevator up to the Maddy and David's suite and knocked on the door. Pedro answered the door "Juan" he exclaimed excitedly hugging him "Javy is inside" he said escorting him in. David walked over to Juan "Let me introduce you to our daughter Selina you two haven't met yet" he said. Juan looked totally surprised when she stood up and turned "Oh, jogger" she said smiling. Juan laughed "Nurse" he said as she walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "Errr hello, someone tell us what is going on here?" David asked seeing the surprised by happy looks on their faces. Selina explained how they met on the morning she had told her husband to leave. They joked about it for several minutes but David wasn't fooled and could see a twinkle in both of their eyes. As it turned out Selina wanted sightseeing so only Maddy and Josh went off shopping for the day whilst the others piled in to two hotel cars and David took them all to the best sights in Madrid. He was busy texting Maddy when they stopped for a bite to eat in the early afternoon, keeping one eye on his daughter who was bordering on flirting with Juan when she was sure no one was watching them. David found he was pretty chilled about it, after all this had been a chance encounter and he liked Juan which helped a lot. It had been a fabulous few days in Madrid and Pedro collapsed on the bed giggling at Javier who was complaining that his feet hurt after their long walk after dinner. He attention was soon strayed seeing Pedro laying there in his underwear sprawled across the bed, without ceremony he shed his clothes and jumped on the bed ending on top of Pedro, his cock already erect. He pressed his lips up hard to Pedro's welcoming mouth, as much as he loved it when Pedro played the rough top, he was going to appeal to his submissive side tonight. His actions making it clear to Pedro how things were about to play out, Pedro smirked and looked deep in to Javier's eyes. He slipped his thump under Pedro's underwear band and delicately pulled them down exposing the hard cock underneath that was already leaving precum. Kidding and biting down Pedro's torso he was a man on a mission. His tracing along the shaft of his cock, his lips enveloping the head tasting Pedro's juice. Driven insane by the taste of his lover his desire increased beyond words, his hands caressed Pedro's legs raising them slowly until his mouth found the prize and sucked on his hole. His tongued danced around trailing saliva and using his tongue to push it in to Pedro's hole. The moans of delight filled the otherwise quiet room as, Pedro was amused how such a virgin could allow him to bath in such ecstasy 'take me Javy' he mumbled just loud enough to be heard. Javier shuffled forward with Pedro's legs on his shoulders he positioned his cock, unsure at first how much this would hurt him let alone Pedro. He pushed forward feel the head of his cock prising Pedro open as it slipped inside, he look down 'oh fuck' he said watching Pedro's eyes. Pedro loved it. He loved the violent need wanting Javier to drive in to his body seeking his own release inside. He loved the way Javier's hips moved in rhythmic undulations, Javier repositioned Pedro's legs taking a lead on how Pedro fucked him. Javier leaned further forward pushing more of his cock inside, Pedro felt burn and dull ache coursing around his hips, he clamped his legs around Javier's waist. Javier moaned and pushed up hard giving several solid thrusts in to Pedro, he stopped and kissed him deep. Without warning, he pulled out and flipped Pedro over, pulling his hips up until he was on his knees before thrusting inside him again. Javier's animal instinct took over, something he never realised he had until this point. Gripping Pedro by the back on the neck, he pushed down until Pedro's cheek was against the bed. Holding him there he ground into his ass over and over. Pedro curled his fingers in to the expensive sheets surrendering himself completely to Javier. His hips rocking fast and hard never missing the target, Pedro moaned, his ass wriggling begging for Javier to fuck him. He fucked Pedro mercilessly, sweat dripping from his face on to Pedro's back, he moaned and thrashed about on the bed with the intensity from being driven to almost one climax to another. It was insane. Wild. Primitive. Pedro pushed up on his hand until his back was connected with Javier's front. His arms encircled Pedro's waist and held him still as he thrust up into him even deeper. His mouth sucking the lobe of Pedro's ear then his neck. Javier shifted flipping Pedro on to his back again, Pedro pulling Javier forward as he needed him back inside his body. The sex changed to a fluidic thrusting their mouths seeking each other, kissing hard and with purpose, tongues pushing back and forward in a wrestling match to get the upper hand. Pedro reached under, his fingers finding Javier's nipples gently tweaking and pinching them as Javier set a new pace driving down over and over. Javier raised his head 'fuck' he said, grunting pushing in harder he began to orgasm inside Pedro flooding him with his seed, so much seed, it felt to him like it would never stop, it was uncontrollable and he fell forward feeling the arms of Pedro folding around him tightly. Pedro ejaculated for the second time driven on by Javier's orgasm. Both panting and giggling covered in sweat their bodies glistened slipping over each other. Javier pulled a face as he began extracting his cock, rolling on to his back he laughed. "Hell that was amazing" he said rubbing the sweat from his face. Pedro chuckled "Your an animal. I love you so much Javy, te quiero mucho' he said leaning over kissing him. Javier held Pedro's hand and looked at him "I never imagined I would find someone to love". Pedro rolled on to his side snuggling up to Javier where they fell asleep covered in sweat and cum. In the morning everyone headed to Maddy and David's suite for breakfast, as usual there was much conversation going on but Maddy was more interested in the how Selina appeared to be getting on with Juan. They had a few hours to spare after breakfast before they needed to head to the airport, Juan said he was going for one last walk around the hotel grounds and Selina asked if she could join him. Maddy finished packing and joined David in the lounge for coffee. David smiled as she walked in "Are you worried about Selina?" he asked trying to sound casual. Maddy sat down and chuckled "No, Juan and her seem to be hitting it off" she said pouring coffee. "You noticed" David said raising an eyebrow "how do you feel about it?" he asked her. Maddy put her cup down "Darn sight better than John" she replied "Juan does seem to get nervous around her". David laughed "Selina just needs someone who is a little more stable in life" he said sipping his coffee. "Or not afraid of you" she joked "and not expect everything handed to them?" she asked him. David shrugged his shoulders "The difference here is I already like Juan, so seeing her wouldn't be an issue". Maddy finished her coffee "Cars will be here in 15" she said standing up. Their flights to LA and NY departed 10 minutes apart and the airport lounge was chaotic with the Davenport Set as they now called themselves. Juan took the opportunity to catch David when he walked up to get a soda, he was nervous as hell unsure how he would react. "David, can we talk?" Juan asked helping himself to a sparkling water. David looked at him "Of course Juan, what's on your mind?" he asked as sitting at a table away from the others. Juan looked over at the group then David "You know I was going to give this card back to you" he started saying. David smiled "I know, I figured, you and Javy are a chip off the same block. So what has changed?" he asked. Juan shifted in his seat and looked down at his water "It's Selina, I.., may I get to know her more?" he finally asked. David sat back in his chair "Yes. If she feels the same" he said. Juan looked surprised "Oh, right. Sorry I mean I didn't think you would agree straight away" he said. David smiled "I am no fool Juan, I can see the two of you are interested and seem to have something to explore". "I promise I won't hurt her" Juan said "that is if things get serious". David stood up "You have one big advantage Juan, I like you. But take your time, really get to know her" he said. Selina saw them both smiling and knew it had gone well, she walked over and hugged her father but he also gave her a stark warning not to rush in to things. They did a brief good bye as Juan's flight was called for boarding, he promised to fly over in a couple of weeks so they could spend some time together. Javier hugged his brother knowing he would be seeing him this weekend as he was flying back to NY with Pedro. Juan sat on the aircraft after being settled in by the cabin manager who had personally escorted him to the aircraft, he liked Selina a lot since the first day he clapped eyes on her. As nervous as he felt about how things could pan out in the future it was obvious that both Maddy and David liked him. He thought about Ben and how much his life had changed from being with Mark, looking out of the window he saw the terminal disappearing as the aircraft pushed back from the stand. The week flew by and Mark was trying to persuade Juan to spend more time in LA opening Ben and his house to him whilst he dated Selina, it was a constant barrage of text messages, Pedro and Javier had also been tasked with bringing Juan back to LA after their trip to NY. There was definitely a little tension in the air at first when Pedro was introduced to Javier's parents, unsure how to react but the way they saw Juan being very open and accepting they soon engaged and got like him more as the evening went on. The entire evening was spent talking in Spanish and when the conversation moved on their recent trip to watch Real Madrid playing Pedro found out that Javier's father was an avid supporter of Real Madrid. Pedro insisted they fly over the next time a soccer match was on as it would be an good way of meeting his parents. Juan had finally relented after being badgered by his brother to fly back to LA with them for the week. Javier and Ben had agreed to set up pool maintenance business together and they also wanted Juan to join them. He was taken back a little by the offer and accepted, knowing it would mean spending most of his time in LA and more time with Pedro's sister. Mark was overjoyed when he heard that Juan would be arriving Monday with Pedro and Javier as he sat by the pool at Liongate with Selina whilst Ben played in the pool with his nephew's with Maddy and David. Ben had also been using the time to learn as much about swimming pools, apart from swimming in them. Both Mark and Pedro had offered to finance the company but they refused saying they had to start the business up properly, they wanted to build it up as a personal achievement. Ben had also asked David not to put the word out and explained his reasons since the PR company Bobby and he owned was mostly built on the Davenport name involvement. He nodded and said he was proud of them doing this venture alone, but it didn't stop him offering to buy all the kit as a start up. Ben had also researched about a business loan and rates of interest usually charged by the bank. He had all the paperwork ready for when Javier got back to discuss it with Juan and him. They fully intended to ask David to provide a business loan using full bank terms, he knew that David would no doubt question the one missing item which was salary draw down but figured they didn't need it for the moment. Within a week the business was up and running with 4 pools on their books, all family ones but it was a start, when going from St Pierre to St Cloud they would drive around Bel Air for 15 minutes slowly letting the van do the advertising. It was the day when they drove to Selina's to do her pool that some enquiries came in from neighbours who had seen them coming and going. They knew the prices that most other companies charged in Bel Air and were under cutting them by a few dollars to make it more attractive, their biggest selling point they were Bel Air based unlike other companies. By the end of the first month they had 10 pools on their books and made their first repayment to David whilst Maddy scrutinised their books to make sure they were balancing correctly. Josh contracted to build and maintain the website allowed Javier to start the internet service on the server and it went live with them all watching as he typed in the address and the page displayed with their company name Crystal Pools of Bel Air. Ethan rushed back to the office to catch the launch with his father having just completed their move to LA. Ethan's family had finally moved to LA and with David's help they secured a modest sized home in Bel Air that Angelo and Ethan helped fund as they wanted their family close. Jack wanted to make it an official loan to repay back but Angelo tore the documents up and so the game ensued where by Jack would put a contract in the mail at least twice a week. Angelo kept them in the home office and the pile was growing bigger and bigger daily, he would send Jack a text every time he received a new one with the word 'No'. Ellie was already turning heads in Bel Air being seen out with Maddy and Nicky at least four times a week. And Sofie was put in to acting school personally recommended by Nicky which opened very important doors for her and she was already taking minor parts in some TV shows and adverts. Friday nights were getting longer at Liongate as the group grew but it was the one night when everyone downed tools for dinner and a catch up, more often than not it ended up being a pool party early evening before changing for dinner. Juan and Selina were now verging on engagement and he was loved by her kids as he spent more time with them than John had ever done. Jack and Ethan together had helped with the divorce settlement and got it through quickly leaving Selina free to build a new life with Juan, mostly helped by the pre-nup that David had insisted on before they married. People started leaving the dinner table and head through to the family room when Maddy asked for Selina, Juan, Javier and Pedro to stay behind for a minute. Maddy started by saying she knew how hard it was finding some private time and handed them both envelopes saying she had booked them in to the Salinger Barbados for a week leaving on Sunday and that everything had been taken care of. Juan's clothes and passport would arrive tomorrow morning by courier and Selina's nanny and kids would move in to Liongate. She said they would meet Daniel and Jordan at the hotel who were expecting them and who would look after them. Pedro and Selina had met Daniel and Jordan only briefly before on their visits to LA, Javier was excited having heard so much about them from Ethan and Ben was looking forward to the trip and spending some time with Pedro. Ben was looking forward to running the show solo for a week and he only had 5 pools to do that week so it was no hardship. Their lives changed in so many ways over the year as Selina and Juan married in a very lavish ceremony at Liongate, David and Maddy brought them a house two doors down from Mark and Ben on St Pierre, Juan worked with Javier and Ben on their booming pool business which had become a big success in Bel Air, mostly due to the Bal Air housewives loving how sexy the guys looked, it was usually the topic of conversation amongst the ladies lunches and dinner parties and the best excuse when one of them couldn't make lunch was they were having their pool cleaned, often meaning most of the ladies piled round that house for lunch. When Pedro and Javier married they received so many gifts from all the housewives and gay couples whose pools they cleaned, Liongate was packed with their customers for the evening ceremony. Who would have thought that just cleaning pools they would end up being well loved by so many people who usually remained very private shut away inside their own lives. Stefan and Franco eventually married and stayed at St Cloud with Ethan and Angelo who were now travelling around quite a lot with Mark and Ben visiting countries all over the world several times a year when Ben could get away from the pool business. Mark fulfilling his promise to make love to Ben in as many countries as they could. Angelo handed over the running of the business to Adam and Tony who after a year of pestering by Angelo finally moved to LA with Steve and Callum who lived with them when not running a Salinger hotel. Josh and Bobby moved in to a house a few doors down from Liongate. Pedro and Javier decided they preferred to live at Liongate much to Maddy and David's happiness. Whatever and where ever lives took them Christmas was the one time everyone flooded back to spend at Liongate then flying down to Barbados for two weeks taking over the newly opened Orchid Wing at the Salinger Barbados, Nicky and Kit would join them as well as the Salinger family. Angelo and Mark sat at the waters edge in their swimwear as the sun set "I never get bored of this place" Mark said. Angelo put his arm around Mark "I never saw my life being planned out like this" he said looking at Mark. Mark rested his head against Angelo's shoulder "You do know that everything that has shaped the lives of all these people here traces back to one thing and that was the choice Ethan made on his 18th birthday". Angelo smiled and kissed Mark on the head "That is very true". Ethan stopped splashing Ben and wrestling with him in the water, he waved for Angelo and Mark to join them.

Part 44 - The Beast Unleashed It had been a hard couple of days adjusting to being in the house, often taking the wrong turn and taking longer than usual getting anywhere. The first night was difficult and weird having gone nearly 24 hours since Brad last shot with him heroine he spent most of the night on the bathroom floor in his own bedroom reeling from the aftermath vomiting for several hours. Ben stayed by his side making sure he drank so that he didn't dehydrate himself. As daylight broke Mark appeared rubbing his eyes. "How is he?" He asked leaning down kissing Ben. "It's longest he has slept and stopped vomiting" Ben stood up to stretch. Mark hugged him "Go and get some sleep I will stay with him" he told him. Ben shook his head "No it's fine Mark. Anyway your suppose to be running things whilst Angelo is away". "Okay, I will ask Stefan to come down later to see you" Mark suggested and Ben nodded. Javier woke up and pulled himself upright "I'm sorry" he said looking up them both. Ben rolled his eyes "Stop apologising Javy" he said "Think you can manage some coffee?" he asked. "Yes I think so, I need something to eat as well" Javier said standing up his stomach rumbling. Ben pointed to the shower "Shower first" he said "Josh is popping by later with some clothes". Ben stayed with him until he showered and lent him a t-shirt and some shorts, Javier laughed at how baggy the clothes looked on his slender body. Ben chuckled and apologised blaming Jordan for getting him in the gym and starting to work out, he then had to explain who Jordan was along with the others. By the time they went downstairs they could hear voices coming from the kitchen and found Stefan there who had made coffee and now preparing some breakfast, Franco was also there drinking coffee waiting for Mark to take him to work. "Morning guys, Javier how are feeling?" Stefan asked pouring them coffee. Javier half smiled "I don't know, how am I suppose to feel" he asked strangely "but I am happy to be here". "Here eat something Javier" Stefan said placing some fruit and yoghurt in front of him. Mark rushed through the kitchen grabbing coffee "When are we going to get a housekeeper" Ben asked stopping him. "When we find one we like, anyway we have 3 cleaners who come in so don't complain" Mark laughed kissing him. "Have you still not found one?" Stefan asked looking up "I know a few people I could call if you want". Ben chuckled "Unless they look like you and cooked naked I wouldn't be happy" he grinned. Mark lightly punched Ben on the arm "Enough of that you" he laughed putting his cup down. "What about Pedro up at Liongate, you know he can cook?" Stefan suggested. "And run the wrath of my parents, anyway Pedro is very happy at Liongate" Mark replied. Javier looked confused "Liongate, Pedro. This all sounds like code" he said feeling better after eating. Mark laughed "Sorry Liongate is my parents home, Pedro works there and we grew up together". "Pedro and Mark are really quite good friends you would never knew he worked there" Ben chipped in. "Why don't you take Javy up there later show him around?" Mark suggested. Ben stood up "Plenty of time for that, I promised to take Javy to the beach today" he replied. Mark and Franco left and Stefan started to tidy up "Why don't you come to the beach?" Ben asked him. "Me" Stefan asked chuckling "I have work to do" he replied. Ben laughed "What work there is no one there, come and have a day out with us". "Okay" Stefan said smiling as he continued cleaning the kitchen. "What is the deal with you and Franco?" Javier asked Stefan "I mean you two act like a couple". Stefan stopped and turn to look at him and Ben laughed "Don't ask they are like cat and mouse" Ben replied. Stefan's smile said it all "Sort of together but we are taking it slow" he replied. "Slow is not the word" Ben giggled "They have spent the last few months eyeing each other up until the wedding". Javier nodded lowering his head "I missed both of you getting married, sorry about that". "I told you stop apologising" Ben said then looking at Stefan "Pick you up at 1pm?". "Sounds good, what are your plans for this morning?" Stefan asked finishing his cleaning. "Taking Javy shopping, then walk around the neighbourhood" Ben suggested looking at Javier who nodded. Their afternoon at the beach as Javier called it was magnificent, he spent most of the time eyeing up the candy and swimming in the Pacific ocean with Ben and Stefan. Ben decided to go and get some sun but as he got to shore Javier noticed two strange but rather sexy men approach Ben, they had what looked like a brief conversation then took selfies with Ben before going on their way walking down the beach. Stefan put his arm around Javier and laughed looking at the strange expression on his face. "He is quite famous round here" Stefan said looking at Ben as he went to lay down. Javier looked at Stefan "Famous, in what way?" he asked. Stefan chuckled "He married Mark Davenport it is about as a famous as you can get without being an actor" he replied. Javier began to return more like the friend Ben knew back in Harrison over the next few days as he relaxed more and began to enjoy himself, they went to the beach most afternoons and Ben took Javier out to lunch with Stefan. He would often stand behind giggling when Ben got noticed, he began to understand Ben's life being a Davenport family member but for the most part it went over his head. He was just happy and came to terms with Brad and what his real motive was doing to him. Friday came around and he and Ben went around their usual daily things, his nerves showing a little as Ben brought Javier an evening shirt, trousers and shoes since they would be dining this evening at Liongate with Maddy and David. Ben explained that this was their Friday routine when they were in town whilst he tried the shoes on. Javier got his credit card out but the assistant told him it had been taken care of and handed him the bags. He looked at Ben who pretended to be looking at something avoiding getting in to a discussion in the shop. Javier shook his head and smiled at the assistant who addressed Ben by name and thanking them for visit. Today was also the first time he had been taken out in the limousine instead of Ben driving, Javier got in after handing the bags to the chauffeur and looked at Ben shaking his head. Ben just smiled and patted his knee causing him to laugh. Walking along St Cloud they met up with Stefan and Franco and continued up along Nimes road until they stood by the two stone lion statues, Mark tapped a code on an app on this phone and the gates opened. Javier was feeling a little jittery when saw the imposing Liongate mansion standing before him, his mouth open in surprise seeing the size of the place. Mark put his arm around him and said they would give him a tour later as they approached the front doors. The butler opened the doors and greeted them all by name and welcomed Javier he disappeared after telling them that Mr & Mrs Davenport were in the family room as usual. Mark understood that this might be a little intimidating and sure enough he saw Javier hesitate a little. "Are you okay Javy?" he asked. Javier nodded "Kind of, a little of my league here" he said nervously. Mark laughed "They are my parents Javy and they are quite normal" he said as Maddy appeared with Josh. "Hello everyone" she said "David and Bobby are discussing business, Josh and I are having cocktails". Mark and Ben went over to kiss Maddy "I hope your not getting Josh drunk" he laughed. Maddy waved her hand "Don't be daft were on virgin cocktails. This must be Javier" she said walking over to him. "Oh, Hi" Javier said nervously as Maddy hugged him. "Come on in Javier and make yourself at home" she said guiding him by his arm in to the family room. There followed half an hour of very normal conversation which took Javier by surprise at first before realising it was just a normal family, when David appeared he whisked Javier off and took him for a quick tour around Liongate. When they returned to join the rest Mark's sister and husband had arrived and the butler announced dinner was ready. Javier was pretty relaxed and got on really well with David chatting as they went in to the dining room. All through dinner Javier noticed how differently David treated Ben compared to Selina's husband John, he was polite to him but could see there was not the closeness that showed with Ben. Javier was use to having a housekeeper that prepared their meals but never in a situation where people actually served the food, yes he had been to restaurants but never had this kind of attention in a home like this. He was pretty chilled about it and polite until his eyes fixed on the handsome but ruggish looking Pedro, his composure fell apart in an very extraordinary way. Shifting in his seat, playing with his napkin, dropping his cutlery during every course. He just couldn't keep his eyes off him and concentrate on what was going on around the table. "Javier" David called out to him and he snapped back to the table "I asked how you enjoyed the beach?". "The beach" Javier looked and then caught up "Oh yes, it was great" he replied as everyone laughed. Ben was in fits at Javier's loss of concentration "Maybe we could have lunch with my father tomorrow?". "Your father?" Javier looked at him "Does he live out here?" he asked sounding surprised. Ben nodded "At Laguna Beach about a couple of hours from here with traffic". Javier smiled "That wold be great Ben, I haven't seen him since..." he trailed off. "It's okay Javy, since they broke up" Ben smiled at him "I see him quite often now". As the continued their conversation Javier noticed that Mark just stared at him with a strange smile on his face, initially Javier wondered what was going through Mark's head and shook it off when he saw that Mark would watch Pedro every time he came near Javier. Pedro fell in love on first sight seeing the spikey haired Latino walking in to the dining room talking with David, all he knew about him was that he was Ben's childhood friend. Every time he served Javier he would take his time and breath him in trying to take in his essence. He blushed as best he could when he found Mark staring at him grinning, trying to contain his feelings but Mark was no fool when it came to Pedro and reading him like a book. Pedro tried to keep his distance but found that when he wasn't serving his eyes would bore in to Javier urging him for some response. Everyone else around the table didn't seem to notice so at least he would only have Mark to deal with knowing that conversation was going to happen sometime this evening. Javier managed to get through dinner without any further mishaps and they retired to the family room for coffee. Maddy walked out of the dining room just ahead of Mark they were the last two leaving when she stopped and waited for him to catch up, she linked her arm through Mark's. "Well that was a disastrous meal" Maddy said chuckling "the service went down hill rapidly". Mark shook his head and laughed "You noticed" he said patting her hand. Maddy looked at him "What Javier's clumsiness when he saw him or Pedro's forgetfulness?" she asked. "Both" Mark said smiling "Javy is a really nice guy he just got in with the wrong person back in NY". "How long is he staying?" she asked out of interest. Mark looked at her "I don't know, until he feels it time to go back" they walked out to the pool terrace. Maddy sighed "What about his family?" she asked. "They told him to take as long as he needed. He finished college and was doing odd jobs as a pool boy". Maddy stopped "Strange occupation for someone like him" she remarked. "He was doing it through college so he has carried on doing it to earn his own money" Mark said. Maddy walked with Mark in silence for a moment "You should bring him up here to use the pool" she said. Mark stopped "Mother are you playing matchmaker?" he asked chuckling. "Pedro needs someone Mark and you now it would make us happy to see him settle with someone" she replied. Mark smiled knowing his mother only to well "Let it play out and see what happens". "God your so annoying when your right, just like your father" they laughed turning back towards the house. When they returned everyone was around Ben talking to Angelo and Ethan on a facetime call. Pedro had slipped off leaving the butler to finish serving coffee and went to his rooms to avoid the conversation with Mark, he had never felt this way and he knew it was Javier's doing, he fell back on the sofa in his lounge trying to make sense of it all. Taking off his shirt he ran his hand along his body wondering what Javier's would feel like, the images blazoned on his thoughts was Javier looking at him smiling as his ran his hand over the spiked hair and finally kissing him. He stood shaking his head and removed his trousers and went to the bathroom to shower before retiring for the night, maybe just maybe he thought to himself. After all he was really fed up with some the deadbeat one nighters and his regular fuck buddy who seemed only to want a booty call when he was lonely or in need of cock. Picking up a guy from the fuck app was easy as you didn't have to talk to them, it was just sex and no mindless chit chat was required. The last thing he wanted was to go through his life history and the desperate times he had endured before the Davenports took him in. He never expected much since it was just a job, settling in and learning his role from the butler he had also struck up a friendship with Mark and would often go to the beach with him in the afternoons. After several months Maddy and David gave Pedro bigger living quarters and gave him almost free run of the house, but he was respectful and only ever used the pool and gym when Mark was around. The one thing he never expected was the generosity of them making sure that he never went without anything but he also never asked, after all he had a paid job and lived in one of the best mansions in Bel Air. Meeting another guy he liked was not easy, at 22 he was a catch but the walls around him were far to high for anyone to climb over and invade his personal space, but also the respect he had for the Davenports. The warm water cascaded over his head washing the soap away, he had to and wanted to get to know Javier, but Javier was from NY and would be going back in a few weeks. The last thing Pedro even contemplated was leaving Liongate and the Davenports, this was his home and private sanctuary. Conflicted he didn't know what to do. Mark, Ben and Javier carried on walking after saying good night to Franco and Stefan, it was less than a five minute walk to their house on St Pierre. Ben noticed how quiet Javier was but there was definitely a little grin on his face and certainly a skip in step. Ethan had sent Ben a text after his facetime call saying how good Javy looked, as tempting as it was to say that he thought Javy went all flustered seeing Pedro he refrained from doing it as it looked like a fleeting moment. Ben jokingly asked if Javier needed guiding to his bedroom as they returned home and climbed the stairs. Javier chuckled and told him that he knows the way now, he gave Ben and Mark a kiss good night. "Thank you I really enjoyed this evening" Javier said after kissing him on the cheek. Mark held on and looked at him "I'm glad you did and I expect someone else had a good evening as well" he said. Javier looked away suspecting Mark had noticed his fumbling around Pedro "Everyone looked happy" he replied trying make it casual. Mark chuckled "Wish you would stay around and not have to go back to NY" he said to Javier then looked at Ben. Javier laughed "I could get use to this to living here but my life is back in Harrison" he said. "I moved here, so did Ethan, Josh and Franco" Ben chipped in. Javier smiled "Yes but for good reason. I have no reason to move out here" he replied shrugging his shoulders. Mark let Javier go "There are plenty of pools out here need maintaining, think about it" he said. Javier chuckled "Now your putting reasons in my head. Anyway I couldn't afford to live here". Ben looked at Mark who nodded "Javy look at this place it is way to big there are plenty of rooms here" Ben said. Javier shook his head "Nice try Ben" he chuckled and walked off to his room. Ben and Mark entered their room "What was all that about?" Ben asked Mark. Mark took off his shirt "Pedro" he replied watching Ben strip naked and going to the bathroom. "You think there is something?" Ben called out turning on the shower. Mark stripped off and joined him in the shower "Oh yes, even mother noticed it". Mark wrapped his arms around Ben's body "Your working out is starting to show" he said nibbling Ben's ear. Ben "Is it, I know one thing and that I am as horny as hell and it is showing down here" he giggled. Mark kissed Ben's neck "How horny are you?" he asked "love horny or jock man horny" he rubbed his cock against Ben. "Both" Ben replied pushing his ass against Mark's cock "jock man first then love then sleep". Mark laughed and started rubbing soap over Ben's body caressing every inch from head to toe, Ben did the same to Mark then towelled each other dry. Mark slipped in to his jock strap and put on Ben's favourite baseball cap, Ben finished drying his hair and looked at Mark 'Jock rape me' he said sauntering over to him and Mark chuckled 'You know I can't rape you your to willing' he said grabbing Ben's arm and pulling him forward lifting him off the ground he kissed him and carried him back to the bedroom and dropped him on the bed as Ben giggled and wriggled his body against the duvet. Mark loomed over him and grabbed his legs roughly twisting him over on to his stomach 'Your gonna put out bitch' Mark said trying to sound like a red neck and stifling his giggles. He gave Ben no chance to respond pushing his cock straight inside Ben's ass and crashing down on to his body pinning him to the bed. Underneath him Ben wriggled and moaned in excitement and the pain that hightened his desires forcing him to push his ass up only to be forced back down against the bed from the fucking that had begun in a relentless fashion 'harder fuck me harder' Ben called out his voice muffled by the pillow he was half biting enjoying every moment of his submissive state at the hands of the man he loved. His legs hooked apart by Mark's legs giving him easier access as he continued sending cock throbbing rapid thrusts deep in to Ben's ass 'god I love you' Mark shouted at him feeling his balls beginning to tingle, at that same time Ben's arse pushed up and clenched his hands punching the pillow crying out in orgasm shooting his load underneath him. Mark's cock felt like it was being held in a vice, he managed two more thrust then collapsed on top on Ben pushing his hips up hard against Ben's ass feeling the seed being pulled from his cock grunting loud in Ben's ear. Ben's hands grabbed hold of Mark's and he held them tightly until he felt the tender kissing against his neck and Mark's body relaxed from his orgasm. They both laid there catching their breaths and giggling, it was by far the hardest and most intense sex between them. Ben was in heaven laying underneath him, Mark was still horny and his erection showed no sign it was finished. Flipping Ben on to his back they made love sensually three more times before finally falling asleep. Little did they that this was the night that the seemingly impossible was finally achieved, tiny microscopic changes began in Ben's body. The army of defenders triggered and despatched to rage war against the invasion but it would be their last stand as they bravely fought no longer able to contain the invading army that worked it's way through the defences hiding and lurking ready to pounce and destroy the protectors of the realm. The beast was finally unleashed and succeeded after months of futile attempts to gain control, the war would rage for several weeks until it finally could establish itself as the victor and subdue the pockets of resistance fighters that sporadically appeared. Saturday was turning out to be a beautiful day, Mark sat there on how own drinking coffee outside texting with his mother deciding what to do next if last night was anything to go by. Maddy suggested they come to Liongate for the day to relax and bring Franco and Stefan, Mark was certain that maybe they just needed some more encouragement and sent a final text back to his mother confirming they would come round before lunch and spend the day. Javier walked in to the kitchen looking a little lost until he saw Mark outside, wearing only his boxers he wandered outside. He still felt a little awkward being in another persons home although he felt adequately comfortable. It was a nice change not having his parents around constantly and it gave him the freedom to be the person he wanted to be without any judgement. His parents and brother were okay with him being gay that much he understood, but he was thankful that his friends still remained his friends after their falling out and could now see why everyone circled around and protected him from Brad defiantly. "Morning" he said to Mark walking outside. "Hey sexy" Mark replied looking up and smiling "your spikes have gone" he chuckled "Coffee?" he asked. Javier nodded "Thanks err sexy" he chuckled and Mark stood and hugged him "sit down" he said going to the kitchen. Mark brought Javier a mug of coffee "Thanks. Ben not up yet?" he asked nervously but unsure why. "No he gets up around now on Saturday. Your not worried about being here alone with me are you?" Mark asked. Javier tried to smile "No, at least I think not" he replied looking at his coffee. "Javy never feel uncomfortable being around any of us. How are you really feeling?" Mark knew something was on his mind. Javier looked at him "I saw it this morning. Understood why you all did what you did that night" he looked down. Mark sat besides him "If Ethan hadn't invited Brad to dinner we would never have known or been able to help". "I know" Javier nodded "I don't even know why I let him talk me in to it" he said with profound sadness. Mark held his hand "Brad is sexy and to young guys like you he can easily manipulate them using sex". Javier looked at Mark "We never did it, you know" he said looking embarrassed. "You mean sex" Mark asked and Javier nodded "have you ever had sex?" Mark looked at Javier. He shook his head "Sucked cock and kissed" he said feeling proud to admit it. Mark chuckled "So come on then as were being honest are muscly blonds your type?" he asked. Javier smiled "Don't know he was interesting and felt amazing, I should have just ignored him on the sex app". "You dirty little slut" Mark laughed and Javier burst out laughing "come on who is your ideal man?". Javier wiped the tears from eyes from laughing so much "I don't know, someone a little older than me". Mark chuckled "You mean like me?" he inquired. Javier threw up his hands "Hell no your way way way to old for me" he replied laughing. Mark stood up "You cheeky bitch" he picked Javier up who was struggling through laughter. Ben stood at the French windows smiling as Mark carried Javier over to the pool struggling to break free from him but Mark had him securely held and threw him in to the pool. Javier splashed Mark who jumped in and gave chase. Ben laughed and poured himself a coffee hearing the screams from Javier and Mark caught hold of him by the legs and dragged him around the pool until Javier apologised for saying he was old. Mark climbed out of the pool and held his hand out for Javier, he lifted him almost all the way out then let go watching Javier fall back in to the pool. Mark went over and gave Ben a kiss rubbing his body against him getting him wet. Javier climbed out of the pool and laid on his back giggling, Mark and Ben noticing the bulge in his boxers as he laid there heaving catching his breath. Ben stretched in the sunshine "Are we staying by the pool today?" he asked looking over his shoulder at Mark. "Better than that" he said sipping his coffee "Mum has invited us over to spend the day". Ben sat down "Perfect" he said "Franco and Stefan?" he asked. Mark nodded "Josh and Bobby will join later in the afternoon they are on a job this morning". Ben looked at Mark "Anyone else?" he asked then looked over at Javier who was standing up. "Maybe" Mark grinned at Ben as Javier walked over "Did I give you an erection?" Mark asked Javier outright. Javier sat down and chuckled "You know you did" he replied as the last of his unease slipped away. Ben smiled facing the sun "I can't believe both my friends turn out gay and I can't fuck with either". Javier shook his head smiling "You to girlie for me" he said bravely. Ben looked at him "Careful or you will end up in the pool again" he said with a big grin on his face. "There is nothing girlie about my husband" Mark said play punching Javier. Javier tried grabbing Mark's hand "There is no proof to say otherwise" he responded. Ben stood up and walked over Javier pinning his arms to the chairs arm rests "I will give you proof" he said. Javier looked a little worried as Ben's face moved closer to his unsure what was about to happen. He froze unable to say anything but found himself looking in to eyes of Ben and feeling the touch of lips against his own. He moved his head away giggling and gave a glance in Mark's direction who just watched with admiring eyes. His thought interrupted quickly as he felt more pressure forcing down on his lips kissing Ben, he parted his lips and Ben's followed never loosing the connection, he eyes opened wider feeling Ben's tongue slipping in to his mouth meeting his own. He was powerless to fight it off but was so turned on kissing Ben he switched and kissed Ben back enjoy a few tender moments with one of his best friends, a moment that seemed like it should have happened yeas ago. Ben broke off from the kiss and smiled at Javier and nodded 'nice' he said. Ben picked up his coffee and said they should get ready to head over to Liongate. Javier stood up and realised he had kissed Ben in front of Mark. "Sorry I didn't mean to kiss him" Javier apologised. Mark stood and looked curiously at him "Why are you apologising Javy, I think Ben had you pinned down". "Yeah but I kissed him back" Javier responded unsure what to do. Mark walked over and kissed Javier deep "You better get use to it Javy if your hanging around". They walked inside Mark with his arm around Javier "What do you mean get use to it" he stopped looking at Mark. Mark smiled at him and explained about how close the group was as friends but where the line was drawn. Mark was surprised to hear Javier just say okay and slip his arm around Mark's waist as they climbed the stairs to get ready for their pool day. Mark looked at the smiled on Javier's face, a smile that could melt any persons heart. Javier was surprised to see Pedro swimming in the pool as they walked through the house and on to the pool terrace. Maddy was sat in the jacuzzi chatting away to Pedro whilst David was trying to light the BBQ. Stefan went over to lend a hand to David since they had given all their staff the day off, Franco and Ben stripped off the jumped in to the pool shouting back at Javier to get in. Mark took his clothes off and joined his mother in the jacuzzi. Pedro swam over to the side of the pool and watched Javier with interest pretending he was looking up at the sky if anyone glanced his way. Javier walked over to the side of the pool with the steps leading in to the water, he had spotted Pedro and finally got a close enough look of his body. Clearly he could tell that Pedro worked out but not overly so, whilst he was not as built as Brad he still carried a very sexy and nice muscle definition in his arms and legs but his focus was more on the face. To him Pedro was still as mysterious as yesterday when he first clapped eyes on him. "Are you coming in?" Pedro called over to Javier. Javier just stared and grinned mischievously at Pedro "Maybe". Pedro laughed "Do I have to come and get you" he asked standing up to his chest in the water. Javier shook his head "No, I can make my own way" he replied hearing Ben giggling who was watching him. Pedro sunk under the water and came back up "Get in before your pulled in" he said turning to swim off. Franco swam towards where Javier stood and grabbed his hand pulling him in to the pool. Mark turned to face his mother and she smiled and nodded, Mark laid his head back 'smitten' he said to his mother 'very' she said. Pedro was never one for showing his emotions having learned the hard way to survive in life, but they were seeing a very different person in the pool as soon a Javier appeared. Franco and Ben fooled around in the pool with Javier for several minutes, Pedro swam to the shallow end with the sunken steps and sat there watching Javier being picked on, his laugh was like an elixir of life to him and he couldn't help falling in love the more he watched Javier. Quickly he got the upper hand with Ben who now started swimming away and he took the opportunity of escaping Franco and Ben and coming to a stop meters from Pedro panting heavily and laughing as he sat on the step. "Good thing Ethan and Josh aren't here" Pedro said to him watching Franco and Ben. Javier glanced at him "Why is that?" he asked. Pedro smiled "You would stand no chance against the four of them when they start" he replied. Javier smiled "Do you speak from experience then?" he asked. "Every time I get in the pool" Pedro replied smiling and glancing at Javier. "Anyway I'm a very good swimmer" Javier replied leaning back on the steps facing the sun. Pedro chuckled "I noticed" he said "but then I notice a lot of things when I need to". Javier looked at him "So you are watching me then?" he said shyly. Pedro stood up "Yes" he replied diving back in to the water. Javier felt his face go hot he , thankfully the colour of his skin mean it didn't show to much as he watched Pedro swimming. Javier got up and walked out of the pool and over to his sunbed, he heard laughter from the corner of the terrace where Stefan was sat on the floor laughing watching David trying to get the BBQ going. He couldn't deny it to himself any longer that he was really beginning to enjoy being here around all these people that opened their homes to him. Mark came over and offered Javier an iced soda and sat down next to him. "Enjoying yourself?" Mark asked sitting back on the sunbed. "Way to much Mark" he smiled "I may not want to go home" he said jokingly. Mark looked at him "Then stay" he said, Javier looked seeing he wasn't joking. "You wouldn't want me around all the time in your house" Javier replied sipping his drink. Mark cocked his head to one side "It's a big house Javy in case you hadn't noticed. Would you though?". Javier sat up and looked at him "Don't know it's a big decision" he replied and slipped a look at Pedro. Mark smiled "You know he likes you" he said noticing Javier's glance to the pool. Javier lowered his head in embarrassment "Who does?" he tried to pretend he didn't know. Mark laid back on his sunbed "You know who Javy" he replied grinning. "Your father is having a problem with the BBQ" Javier said nodding to David who was now sat down as well. Mark got up "Very tactile change of subject Javy" he walked off and looked over his shoulder smiling. Javier laid back and smiled quietly giggling to himself that Mark had picked up on his wandering eye in Pedro's direction so easily, was he that obvious he wondered to himself putting his drink down and closing his eyes. The smell of the BBQ woke him from his slumber unsure how long he had dozed off for, Javier sat up and looked around to see Maddy, Stefan and Pedro getting the table ready for lunch. Standing up he walked over towards them asking if he could anything to help. Stefan looked "Hello sleepy head" he laughed "you can help Pedro bring the plates and cutlery" he suggested. "Sure" Javier replied without any suspicion. Pedro looked over at Javier "Come on I will show you where they are kept" he said waiting for Javier to join him. They walked up to the house as Mark came over to the table "Nicely done Stefan" he chuckled. Stefan chuckled "I know how it is done, you have all been doing it to Franco and me" he glanced smiling at Mark. They walked in silence both feeling nervous until they entered the kitchen "Wow big kitchen" Javier remarked. Pedro nodded at his nervous statement "Yes" he replied almost kicking himself at his dumb reply "plates" he said. Javier stacked the plates on the counter behind him then leaned against it "Cutlery?" he asked Pedro. "Behind you in the draw" Pedro replied noticing that Javier didn't register his words. Pedro walked over and stood in front of Javier, his arm stretched out reaching for the draw behind Javier, it gently brushed against his body and Javier raised his hand and touched Pedro's arm, oblivious to his own actions but sub consciously he had wanted to touch him. Pedro's face was very close but he was looking down at Javier touching his arm, he raised his head and looked in to his eyes. He paused unsure if this was the right time or even if Javier felt the same, there is only one way to find out he thought. He leaned in closer to Javier's face their lips within striking distance, the only sound was the beating of their hearts and breathing. Pedro raised his other hand and ran it along Javier's face he could sense his nervousness, their eyes looking at each other seemingly giving the signal that it was what they both wanted. He gently rubbed his lips up against Javier's and then ever so tenderly he kissed his lips. Javier felt like he was going to crumple in to a heap his face tingling at Pedro's touch, the deep brown eyes seductively looking directly in his, the sensuousness of his lips against his own brushed as if testing and eliciting a response. The first kiss felt like soft silky satin against his lips, was he really getting to experience what a real first kiss should feel like. His only other experience was Brad who had no tenderness about him when he kissed him. Pedro landed a second kiss that lasted slightly longer but affirmed his intention. Javier raised his hand and stroked Pedro's arm hoping it was a sufficient sign that he was interested and was rewarded as Pedro's body gently touched up against his, an arm slipping around Javier's waist gently caressing his back with long tender strokes. Javier responded and kissed Pedro on the lips tenderly as Pedro did the first time. Pedro smiled and Javier rested his head against Pedro's shoulder for several moments as Pedro held him in his arms. Pedro tapped his back twice "Cutlery" he said to Javier who looked up and smiled. "Yes sir" Javier replied giggling "Plates" he told Pedro. Pedro pulled his arm away from Javier "Yes sir" he saluted with a smile before stroking his face one more time. They collected the items constantly glancing at each other and smiling then headed back outside to join the others. As they walked across the terrace it was almost as if they knew when the other was going to look finding themselves continuously looking at each other walking back to the pool terrace. Mark was bringing BBQ chicken over to the table when he spotted Javier and Pedro glance at each other, both had mischievous grins on their faces and unmistakably Pedro seemed to be smiling more than usual. Mark placed the bowel of chicken on table and smiled to himself knowing to keep quiet and keep out of the way as he wanted this to evolve naturally on Pedro's side. Javier and Pedro approached placing their items down asking if they should fetch the salads, Maddy nodded thanking them and watching them walking away. Their hands brushed against each others as they walked and Pedro made a deliberate grab using his little finger to entwine around Javier's, they glanced at each other and smiled. "Pedro looks very happy" Maddy said noticing Mark had seen them as well. Mark looked at his mother "He does, I think Javy is a good match for him, but as I said last night" he was about to finish before Maddy cut him off. "I know" Maddy nodded "he needs some happiness in his personal life it is best he finds it" she replied. They walked in to the kitchen the finger holding had gone and was replace by their hands as Pedro guided Javier over to the refrigerators and handing the 2 salad bowls to Javier who placed them on the counter top. Pedro closed the refrigerator door to find Javier leaning up against the other door watching him his hands behind his back and a dreamy state on his face. Pedro just found him so incredibly sexy standing there looking at him, moving closer he kissed Javier gently several times. "Come on otherwise they will get suspicious" Pedro said pulling Javier forward. Javier laughed "Suspicious of what?" he asked teasingly at Pedro. "Of this" he grabbed Javier and held him closer than ever and kissed him with his mouth slightly open this time. Javier pushed Pedro off "Stop it, look what you are doing to me" he laughed looking down at his erection. Pedro lifted Javier's head and kissed him lightly "Does that mean you like me?" he asked. Javier blushed and nodded "Yes" he said quietly and paused "actually quite a lot, maybe more that a lot" he looked at Pedro. Pedro smiled briefly the looked at him seriously "But you will go back to New York?" he asked. Javier shrugged his shoulders "I suppose eventually but I can stay for a couple of weeks" he replied. Pedro ran his hand down Javier's arm "I see, best if we don't get to close then" he suggested. Javier saw the sadness in his eyes "Can we get to know each other, you know see how things go?" he asked. Pedro half smiled "But it takes longer that 2 weeks" he said turning to pick the salad bowls up. Javier picked up the other bowl "Wait Pedro, if you still like me after 2 weeks I will stay longer". Pedro looked at him "Here in LA?" he asked and Javier nodded "For how much longer?" he asked. Javier smiled "Until I annoy you" he giggled "I will have to ask my parents". Pedro was uncertain for a moment before nodding "So will you go on a date with me?" he asked "tomorrow we go to the beach you and me". Javier smiled "Yeah I would love to" he replied quietly. Pedro smiled "Guess we are going on a date then" he said and began walking back to the terrace. Javier caught him up "Yes but can we keep it quiet?" he asked missing the door frame by inches. Pedro nodded and they walked back to the table placing the salad bowls down just in time as all the BBQ food was ready and everyone was piling up to the table taking seats. As if by divine intervention the only two seats left were next to each other so Javier and Pedro ended up sitting next to each other. Lunch lasted a good two hours and Javier had never felt so happy sitting there with this crowd of old and new friends in such an amazing setting, his life back in Harrison was just a mere blur on the horizon at this moment. Javier and Pedro chatted but tried not to give anything away but they were finding it hard not sneak glances at each other and hang off their every word when speaking. Under the table their hands did all the talking as Pedro would often touch Javier's leg and vice versa. The rest of the day was much about friendships, the one person that he owed a lot to was Ethan for standing up for him. He missed him and really wanted to chat and catch up since their time in NY was very short. But he pushed that thought to one side and joined in. Mark's father David found Javier fascinating as he liked soccer as did David and they quite happily made plans to watch a match one evening during the week. Mark understood that his parents acceptance of Javier in this way would make things with Pedro go that much easier since they protected him like their own son. Mark sat there contemplating the scene and the love he had for Pedro from spending so much of his youth with him, but his focus was on them both and he knew something must have happened up in the house. Javier had no way of knowing that this innocent day by the pool at Liongate would be the start of his life changing forever.

so fucking hot. also rasise your hand if you went and tried to find the vid lol *raises hand*

Part 10 About 11:30 Eric had Bobby and Cory help him in the kitchen and asked if they both were enjoying the party. Both boys agreed and Eric told them that he was glad they liked his friends but as he opened a cabinet he told them that some didn't get high but thought they could together in the kitchen and pulled out a pipe and took a hit and gave the pipe to Cory as he grabbed Bobby to shotgun with him. After passing his smoke to Bobby he told Cory to do the same. By the time Bobby got the pipe he was actually taking his third hit and was feeling great and ready for what Eric had planned. Eric had Bobby take two more hits and then told the two boys that it would be hot to watch them make out. Cory leaned in and put his lips to bobby's and Bobby opened his mouth and let him. Eric told Cory to hold bobby's head and shove his tongue in. Cory understood and for a slim twink he for the moment became a Dom and owned Bobby. Eric had them stop and said they should rejoin the party. It was now just five minutes until midnight. Once back in the living area Eric handed Bobby the pipe again and he did three more huge hits. A few minutes later at exactly midnight Eric announced that it was Bobby's birthday and he was now 21. After the obligatory song Eric produced a wrapped present and handed it to Bobby. Bobby opened it and it was a large youth safetgard red jockstrap. Someone yelled to try it on and Eric told Bobby that was a good idea. Bobby was so spun he kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans down. A couple of guys commented about his tight little briefs but Bobby didn't hear them and removed his briefs. Bobby was standing in just socks and a shirt in front of about 25 men and didn't care. Eric held the jockstrap for Bobby to step into making sure the boy's back was to the crowd. After the jockstrap was on Bobby he kissed Eric and thanked him for his gift. Shaun stepped forward and handed his brother another wrapped gift but told his little brother he should take off his socks and his shirt first as it was covering his first gift. Bobby now stood nearly naked as he opened his next gift. Bobby gasped when he saw his present and his brother told him to show everyone his gift and Bobby held up a wooden paddle that had holes in it. Shaun asked if he wanted to try out his gift and a small nod was noticed by all. Eric told Bobby that since it was his birthday that everyone would give him a spanking and had him lean over a chair. Cody gave Bobby a bottle of poppers and had him take a few big hits then Eric handed Cory the paddle. Cory understood Bobby better than most as he too was a sub boy and he gave Bobby a whack as hard as he would have wanted and handed the paddle to the next guy. By the sixth guy Bobby was crying and by the twelfth his cock was rock hard. As the rest spanked him Cory and Shaun brought out the preassembled sling from the master bedroom. When the last guy spanked Bobby Eric asked if he wanted his real gift and Bobby still crying nodded and Eric led him to the sling and put him into it. Shaun secured his brother's hands as Eric secured his legs. Cory then put a tourniquet on Bobby and told him Happy birthday to the rest of your life and stepped aside as Shaun brought the rig he prefilled to his brother's arm and after finding a great vein he inserted the needle and he pulled back and saw the red blood fill the bottom 1\4 of the rig then he loosened the tourniquet and emptied the rig into his little brother. Bobby had dreamed about this day but had no idea how intense it could be. The quick panic and cough occurred then his little body raced and he settled down and felt amazing. Eric was playing with Bobby's butt plug and it was the best feeling ever but when Eric asked if he was ready to become boyslut cumdump Bobby started begging to be fucked. Eric pulled out the butt plug and asked if he wanted to be fucked or did he need to be bred. Bobby felt a need in his boypussy that we overpowering and yelled that he needed cum, he needed cum in his boypussy and he needed it now. Eric slammed his cock into Bobby's tight hot hole and grabbed the boy's hips and power fucked his new cumdump and bred it quickly and told Shaun to breed it next. The guys loved seeing brother on brother and egged Shaun into a quick breeding too. Cory was next. He teased Bobby's hole and asked him to beg for his cum. Bobby begged as asked and Cory started fucking his new friend but then as he got close to cumming he surprised Eric when he told Bobby he was going to knock him up and then held Bobby tight as his cum shot into the boy.

Part 7 After Bobby's orgasm ended Shaun pulled out the big dildo he had just shoved into Bobby and told him to watch. Bobby sucked the smaller dildo that had been in his boyhole as he watched Shaun lube up the big dildo with stranger's cum as Shaun told him that he loved knowing that a man's cum was going in his hole and he didn't even know who's cum it was. Maybe it was a white guy or black guy, maybe a young twink or some grandpa, maybe a muscle stud or maybe a big fat hairy smelly guy and he pushed the big dildo back in his own hole. He asked Bobby who's cum he wanted in his hole and Bobby said Eric's cum he wanted most of all but that he wanted Shaun's too. Shaun told him that starting on his birthday tomorrow he'd likely get both of there's everyday but if he was staying here he'd get a lot more than that and then he gave him a rubber full of cum and told him to put the smaller dildo back in his boyhole using the cum as lube. As Bobby pushed the cummy dildo into his hole Shaun gave him another rubber and told him to suck on it. Bobby was using one hand to fuck his chemmed up hole and was rubbing his belly with his other and was sucking on the dirty full rubber. Shaun told him that he was tasting some stranger's ass but that no one would ever taste his the same way. Because no rubber covered cock was allowed to ever enter his hole. Some guys are afraid of other guy's cum but he shouldn't be. As he spoke he poured the cum from three rubbers into a glass. Shaun told him to rip open the rubber in his mouth and to dump it into his mouth but not to swallow it. As Bobby did that Shaun removed the smaller dildo and lifted his brothers legs and pushed them back towards his head and had the boy hold them. Shaun pushed a small funnel into Bobby's hole and lifted the glass up. As he poured all the cum into Bobby he told him to swallow and then he pushed the dildo back in the now very cummy hole. "Why do you think some guy's are afraid of the cum that is now at home in your little bum? " "They're afraid of getting a STD" "Bobby aren't you afraid of catching something?" "Since you and Eric are in charge I know that if you let me catch anything that you'll take care of me." "And in just 24 hours you've gone from my innocent straight little brother to be a slave boy cumdump?" "I've never been straight and since I was 12 I dreamed of being a boy to a big strong man like Eric, oh and you too" "You're really taken by Eric?" "Three years ago a big strong handsome black man like Eric moved into the old Russell house and I've dreamed about being his boy every night that first year. Eric could be his younger brother."

For me, I actually feel like I get hornier with each cumshot, because cum itself is such a big turn-on for me. It's only after the third or fourth load that I feel like I'm 'done', although depending on the situation I can be hard and horny within seconds again. Many of my hook-ups or fuck buddies seem to be quite irritated by that. I rarely meet somebody who can keep up with my sex-drive.