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A quick very simple poll..... sub Jason's Sir Doug will be gone for 9 days. In that time should Master Terry blood slam what is now his locked pig under his control? pig emoji = Yes upvote = No

Fuuuuuck so today has been incredible. I recently posted about a "keep locked and plugged for a week" challenge that I may have failed due to not being able to sleep plugged but I've been caged in chastity all week again and today I forced myself to see how long I could last plugged with my bigger toys while working from home. This morning I did two hours of the 3 inch plug I originally used for this challenge, then it felt too easy so I switched it out for the 12" rubber pony cock dildo I've got for 4 hours, using my harness to keep the beast in and forcing it deeper whenever I was sitting down. I was shocked at just how comfortable it felt having this beast inside me for so long. Finally, the biggest plug I've got is basically the size of a fist and I haven't managed to keep it inside me for more than 5 minutes before it gets too much. A dom master of mine pushed me and ordered me to strap that into my pussy for 15 minutes. Then he decided I wasn't complaining enough and so it must be too easy so I had to keep it in for 45 minutes instead. I got about 35 minutes in and stupidly I messaged saying how I was relieved I only had 10 minutes to go and he naturally decided to punish me further and 45 minutes turned into an hour and a half. Bear in mind this plug is pretty damn big and my previous personal best of 5 minutes changing to an hour and a half was intense. I was so turned on by the time I got to an hour and ten, my cunt was just so stimulated and twitching with every movement. What does the master do? Messages me saying he's gonna pop out for an hour or so and that I better keep plugged until he gets back or else. This was so hot but also so scary to hear as I was really struggling by that point. Luckily a regular of mine messaged telling me he needed to unload and that he and a friend were coming over to use me. I messaged the master asking if I could unplug to allow them to breed me and he agreed, under the condition that I plug my hole again immediately after they'd gone. I may have disobeyed. After they'd left I brought out my biggest toy, it's basically three huge dicks in one and I gooned out on poppers and stretched myself out until I could take it to the base, making sure that I pushed those guy's loads as deep as possible. I filmed a video of it for the master and once it was sent I plugged myself up again and waited until he finally told me I could unplug as long as I sent him a video of me pushing it out and all that cum slopping out of me. The power of a master's dominance making me increase my tolerance from 5 minutes to several hours 🤤 I am one satisfied locked sub.

I'm thinking about spending a good time of the year after retirement in Play del Ingles, Gran Canaria. Nice climate all year around. Gay hot spot and good flight connections to cities in Spain and the continent. Maybe not to live there permanently. I like a change of seasons. But rent something for a few months a few times a year is doable.

The typical prison-set story would probably involve some new inmate having his cherry popped and becoming the personal cumdump of a dominant prisoner. Maybe it would involve an inmate being used by the guards. Maybe it would even be some sickly love story about two cellmates finding comfort in each other’s arms. But that is not how this story goes. No, for I am actually a prison guard, my cherry was popped years ago, and this is the story of how I was ‘set free’ by a prisoner. I had played along with the stereotype for hunky young men in my school, dating a pretty girl, marrying her after graduation, and having a couple of babies shortly after that. I had not gone to college, but instead got a job in a security firm before applying for a role as a prison guard once I was a bit older. Eventually we had moved to a different, larger town after my wife inherited a small house from her great aunt, and I had managed to pick up a job at the prison there. This is all well and good, but of course is not the whole story. I had first acted on my impulses when I was a security guard, forcing a drunk guy who was trespassing on the land I was looking after to suck me off so that I would let him go. Another trespasser was made to let me suck him off. When I caught two guys living rough on a construction site I was patrolling, I let them stay as long as they fucked me every night. I made them wear condoms of course, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would rather they went in bare. Being a prison guard had opened up new opportunities for me, but these were definitely more limited in the first place that I worked just because of how small it was. It was only once I had got settled in at my current job at a huge state prison on the edge of town that I realised how much I was going to be able to satisfy my need for cock, so that I could go home every night with that itch scratched and duly play my role as the good husband, the doting father, the man of the house. It was very easy to identify the inmates who could give me what I needed, in exchange for cigarettes, weed or whatever they wanted (within reason). However, I also knew that it would be best to not leave much evidence behind wherever on the complex I found to have these interactions, so I got myself on PrEP and finally ditched the condoms. There were a few places I could risk getting inmates to fuck me without any issues. There were three different storage cupboards out of view of security cameras that served the purpose well, depending on whether I was guarding the inmates doing laundry, those doing who were cleaning the communal showers, or the ones getting some library time. There was also a secret locker at the back of one of the landscaping sheds which had apparently been put in by a now-retired dodgy guard for storing contraband he could sell to the prisoners, which I took over as my personal pounding room when I was guarding the inmates doing the gardening. I had to have my wits about me though, and a chance encounter in a public toilet with a guy called Bill who worked in the security room proved to be very helpful. Thereafter, in exchange for daily access to my ass if he wanted to bust a load, I could rely on him to work things so that I could have a bit of time with a prisoner a few times a week without being filmed or seen. It was a nice arrangement, and meant that I ended most of my shifts with at least two loads in me. Then one day I got sick. No, not ‘that’ kind of sick, but rather I picked up a stomach infection. It knocked me off work for a few days, and when I went to the doctor he put me on some antibiotics while also telling me to lay off certain things for a while. Alcohol was one, my PrEP pills were another. Indeed, he told me I should take the opportunity to give my body a break from that regime, and I would just need to adjust my lifestyle accordingly for a bit (though he didn't delve into why a married man was taking the pills). I had already been off them for nearly a week given I couldn’t keep anything down, and now he wanted me to take another three or four weeks without swallowing one. What. A. Nightmare. However, I decided to be a good patient and do as he asked. I spoke to the warden about returning to work but needing a bit of time to get back into the swing of things, and he put me on a few days of admin duties to help him catch the place up after a secretary had left and they’d failed to recruit anyone else suitable. This worked well for me, giving me some time away from the temptation of the prisoners while still allowing me to keep Bill sweet by sucking him off once or twice a day. After a bit of persuading, I also let him resume fucking me as he said he was clean and, well, I needed him to be on side when I got back to doing what I loved. I suppose it was naive of me to think I would not be sent back to my normal day job, and when I was finally put back on guarding duties I still had three weeks to go before I could go back on the pills. I carried some condoms around with me in case I got weak, but I focused on trying to stay out of the way of the clique of prisoners who had become my regulars. This wasn’t so easy, but for a few days I managed it to the point that I thought I would maybe make it through until I was safe to resume normal service. There were two things that I didn’t know in all of this. First, my clique was getting seriously restless, not just from a lack of easy sex but also because their regular supply of contraband had been cut off. Second, two of my fellow guards were also now suffering from the shutdown in the system. Mike and Steve were, it seems, rather crooked and had found out about my exploits after confronting Bill about some oddities in the footage. They had been looking for something to use against a prisoner at the time, but once my activities came to light they had instead decided to make some money out of it. They could have gone down the immediate blackmail route with me, but instead had set up tiny cameras in all of my secret spaces to get some footage they could sell online as well as hold in reserve to use against me if needed. I had, entirely unintentionally and unknowingly, become a bit of a porn star. Anyway, my sudden disappearance was becoming an issue. A few days away because I was sick was something everyone just had to put up with, but the knowledge that I was back in the building but still somehow unavailable was going down less well. The fact that I was even now back on guarding duties but still not putting out was, it turned out, intolerable. Bill knew why I was taking a break, but he was also not in a position to deny Mike and Steve’s demands for a resolution to the problem, and thus the three of them formed a plan. They figured I needed to be ‘re-inducted’ to the way of life that made them money, and they were going to see to it that I realised the error of my ways. That plan involved me reporting for a meeting I had been notified about through what seemed like an official email, only to find myself alone in the smaller and more remote of the two conference rooms at the prison. After waiting for a bit I got up to leave, which is when I found the door had quietly been locked by someone on the outside. I banged on it and shouted, but no-one came and I soon gave up. I slumped in a seat, quite alarmed at the situation I was in, until I heard the door unlock. Before I could get up it swung open and three of my regulars walked in. Patrick was a big hulk of a man, tattooed from head to toe, always wearing a grimace, and pretty much the most rampant rapist of other prisoners that we guards knew of. Mark was pretty short and looked kind of feeble, but he was sharp as a nail, was at the centre of most of the contraband rings going, and I also knew him to be hung like a horse. Gary was quite a gentle looking man, belying his true nature as a violent thug who rather made up for his homosexuality by behaving as much like an alpha as he could. “Been avoiding us” said Gary. “Er, guys, I, have, er, been, er, sick” I stammered. “Yeah, like two weeks ago” Mark said, sneering. “You’ve been avoiding us since. What gives?” “I, er…” I tried to reply, but was cut off by Patrick striding towards me, throwing me face forwards onto the conference room table, and then grabbing the fabric of my pants. He unceremoniously ripped a huge hole at the back, and then immediately tore through my Calvin Kleins underneath. I barely had time to react when I felt his cock ram into my hole, which fortunately Bill had fucked just an hour earlier so I was at least a little stretched and lubed. It still hurt like hell though, and I yelled in pain but also in horror. Patrick fucked me like a madman, and then blew his load inside me. Gary followed suit, then Mark. Then Patrick again. Then Gary again. You get the drift. They were damn near relentless. I knew I was fucked. Not only do I mean I was being fucked, but in the other sense I was fucked too. You see, not only was Patrick a known rapist, but every single one of the prisoners who he set his sights on would wind up in the infirmary with flu. The other guards hadn’t made the connection, but I knew what was going on. Patrick was clearly as toxic as it gets, and all these men he took as his own were getting pozzed. Now here I was taking load after load from him when I had no protection of any kind, and I guess you could say I knew my fate was sealed. As for Gary and Mark, I had no idea of their status, although if they weren’t already poz then repeatedly dipping their cocks into the toxic splooge that Patrick was leaving in my hole was possibly going to take them down too. In all, while bent over the conference table that afternoon, I took twelve loads. Five were from Patrick, four from Mark, and three from Gary. My hole was left gaping, dripping cum that I also found had a pink tint to it when I was finally allowed to leave the room and run across the hall to the bathroom. They’d fucked me so much I was bleeding, meaning I was pretty damn sure what was in store for me. I was on the Poztown Express, and life as I knew it would be over. Suddenly a calm descended on me as I realised that I didn’t care. If anything, I felt a wave of euphoria and relief flow over me. Orchestrating this secret life on the side had been kind of exhausting, but nowhere near as tiring as maintaining the pretence of being some kind of perfect straight man. If Patrick had kept to his normal form then I was going to be testing positive soon, and maybe that’s just what I needed to break me out of the ‘straightjacket’. I decided then and there that I would resume normal service the next day, and Patrick would be the one I aimed to get with the most. But that wasn’t enough. After finding some fresh pants and starting the drive home, I felt compelled to find some way to keep things going that same day. A beast had been unleashed in me, and that beast needed feeding. I circled back round off my normal route, and headed for the overpass where I knew I could find what I was looking for. Sure enough, when I pulled up nearby and got out of my car, I could see a couple of fires burning in barrels, and the shapes of various men hanging around. I took a deep breath, then walked over towards them all. When I reached the camp and looked around, I briefly paused to take in my surroundings before finally recognising the man I had come to see. Standing a few feet away and staring intently at me was Willy, a former inmate that we guards knew was Patrick’s boy and who had, as we were not surprised to hear, joined the ranks of the homeless after being released. “What the fuck you doing here” he spat out at me. I didn’t reply, but instead just walked towards and then past him to a gap in the tents and cardboard boxes that I could see beyond. I stepped into that gap, noting it felt a bit like a dark alley being out of the light from the barrel fires, and then took another deep breath. As I heard the crunch of someone walking up behind me, I undid my new pants and pulled them down, revealing my torn underwear beneath. I then bent forward, put my hands on the concrete of the overpass for support, and pushed my butt back. The message was heard loud and clear, and in mere moments I felt a cock being pushed into me. I don’t know if it was actually Willy or one of the other guys living there, but he fucked me good and hard for a few minutes and then blew his load. Another followed suit, his cock being so thick it made me yelp as it went in despite how stretched I was by this point. Once he was done, a whole procession of more average-sized guys stuck their dicks in me and blew a load. Maybe some of them had a second go, but I never looked back to see. All I knew is that Willy at least must be diseased, and I was willing to bet that many of the others were too. Indeed, I suspected I was getting more than just HIV pumped into me. After a bit of a clean-up by the car with some moist towels, I went home to endure the wrath of my wife for being so late. I chuckled to myself at how angry she was going to be when the truth came out, and the fact that I found the prospect of that funny only assured me that I was finally on the right path. The next day it was much the same story. I managed to get a session in with Patrick in the landscaping shed, and then after clocking off I went back to the overpass to take some more dirty loads from all the homeless guys who fancied using me, then home to fury in woman form. The day after, Patrick took me in the laundry storage room, followed by Gary in the landscaping shed, and then it was back to the overpass that night on the way home. You get the idea. I was a man on a mission. The warden was deeply displeased when I called in sick with the flu just a few weeks after being off with that stomach bug, but there we go. We were already short staffed, so I knew my job was safe despite what was about to go down in my personal life. Sure enough, once I was better I got myself tested, and then proudly put the results in front of my wife. HIV, and at least three other STDs. She of course went apeshit, and I was out on my ass. I stayed with Bill for a couple of days while I got an apartment of my own sorted, and barely three days after moving in the divorce papers arrived. My wife took the kids and moved back to her mother’s, the house went on the market, and that was that. Old life gone, new life started. I was free. By raping me with his toxic cock, Patrick had not only possibly been the one to poz me, but he’d set me loose from the constraints that I had built up around my world. Now I was an open, happy pig, able to visit any bar, club or bookstore in town without worrying about who saw me, and readily accepting any man who happened by to come round to my place to spend the night buried inside me. I decided not to stop my community service at the overpass, and to this day I’m there several times a week chasing down whatever bugs the men have picked up. As for prison life, things got interesting. Bill knew my status but didn’t stop fucking me, so he eventually got taken down with the bug. Mike and Steve crossed a line with Mark on a contraband deal gone wrong, and soon found themselves being set upon by Patrick, Gary and a load of other guys when they were on garden guarding duty, before being made to bend over in my secret shed to take their punishment. That’s two more staff now pozzed. The warden getting drunk and coming on to me one night took the tally up to five, and got me a promotion as well in exchange for my silence on the matter. He also agreed to shut off a couple of cameras periodically, so I'm now a lot more free to get what I need from a much larger group of regulars. Funny how things work out. Anyway, I told you this wouldn’t be your normal prison story. Who knows where things will go next in my life, but for now I have to run. We have a busload of new prisoners arriving soon, and I want to go and see if I can guess which one will be first to succumb to Patrick’s DNA. Lucky bastards...

Part 13 - Tops and bottoms 1 As I've said in previous posts, I've noticed over the years that a lot of guys cheat because they're not getting enough sex at home, but I've also found that a lot of guys cheat because their partner is exclusively a top or, more usually, a bottom, and they need a bit of variety. I've always been surprised over the years by how many guys don't seem to realise that if they don't fuck their partner now and then, someone else will! In the mid 90s, I had just turned 30 and I had started to fuck without condoms. One Friday night, I was cruising in a park in Glasgow, which at that time was quite an active cruising ground. I wandered round for a while and then, a little to my surprise, I got cruised by a good looking, dark haired young lad in a polo shirt and trackie bottoms, who looked to be in his early 20s. We cruised each other for a while and then went somewhere quiet. He pulled his pants down and I went down and started to suck his cock, enjoying every minute of sucking this good looking young lad, and after a while we changed places and he went down on me. We sucked each other for a while and then he bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his arse. He was giving little moans as he wanked himself and I could tell he was really into getting his arse licked. After a while he stood up and asked me if I wanted to fuck him. At this time the safe sex message was everywhere, and I was not surprised when he said we had to use a condom. He checked his pockets and then looked at me. "I'm really sorry," he said "I think I've lost my condoms." He asked if I had any and I shook my head. He looked genuinely disappointed and I asked him if he wanted to fuck without a condom. He shook his head and told me he had a partner who worked Friday nights and added that he sometimes went cruising because his partner was a total bottom and he liked to get fucked now and then, but he couldn't put himself or his partner at risk. I said I totally respected that and asked if I could lick his arse again. I sucked his cock for a while and then he bent over and I pushed my tongue back up his hairy arsehole. He was moaning now and then he stood up and said "Fuck it, let's do it!" "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded and bent over again, pulling his cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he said I rubbed some lube on his hole , positioned myself behind him and pushed my cock against his hole. He groaned as my cock slid slowly but surely up his tight arse and, after I had given him a moment to get used to it, he bent forward and I began to fuck him. His hole was incredibly tight and this, together with the fact that I was fucking him without a condom when he had genuinely intended to use one, turned me on even further. I began to fuck him harder and he moaned "Oh yes.......oh yes.....oh fuck yes!" He was moaning and wanking himself as I began to fuck him harder and before much longer I was getting close. I wondered if he would ask me to pule out, but he didn't and a few minutes later I was squirting what felt like a really big load right up his cheating arse. When I had finished cumming and pulled out, he straightened up and took hold of his cock. He wanked it a few times as I fingered his arse and then he shot his load out in front of him. He grinned at me. "That was awesome!" he said. "We probably shouldn't have done it, but it was awesome!" He pulled up his pants, kissed me, and then wandered off. I could tell he had really got off on being fucked bareback and I suspected that in future a few more of his secret Friday night trips to the park would result in him going home to his partner with a load up his arse. I've also had a few horny experiences with guys who don't often get to top and one of the horniest was about ten years ago. At that time I had a job which required me to stay up in the West Midlands for a couple of nights once a month. I usually stayed in the centre of Birmingham and one night I was having a drink in a gay bar with a colleague from work when he spotted one of his friends and invited him to join us for a drink. Amir was a very good looking guy who looked to be in his early 30s. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes and, I couldn't help noticing, a fantastic arse, which really filled out his smart work trousers. Amir joined us for a drink and I learned he had been good friends with my colleague for a number of years. Amir was really easy to talk to and I enjoyed his company. At one point we were talking about work and my colleague remarked that he had always thought I was very versatile and added "It's always good to be versatile - in more ways than one!" Amir and I both grinned, and a little later my colleague had gone to the toilet before getting more drinks and Amir leaned forward and said "So, are you really versatile?" I asked if he meant in relation to work and he grinned and shook his head. I was quite turned on now as I said "Oh yes, fully versatile!" Amir said he wished his partner was more versatile and told me that his partner was a total top and, as a result, he rarely got to fuck. I was fairly sure I could see Amir's cock starting to harden in his pants as he said "I love to be fucked, but I get really horny to fuck sometimes!" I was very turned on now, but I really didn't think anything was going to come of it as my colleague returned just then with the drinks. We chatted for a bit longer and then my colleague finished his drink and said he'd better be going. Amir said he fancied another drink and, his voice very casual, asked me if I wanted to join him. A short time later Amir and I were having a drink together and our conversation had become a lot more explicit. Amir asked me if I liked to get fucked and told me how much he would love to fuck me. He didn't have much time as he had to get home to his partner, so rather than going back to my hotel, Amir said he knew somewhere we could go if I was up for doing it outside. A short time later, Amir had led me round the back of the bar and down an alleyway. He turned a couple of times and we ended up in a dead end area at the back of some shops with a little concrete area which was obviously used to unload goods. I could see that Amir was fully hard now as he pulled me towards him and kissed me. "I want to fuck you!" he breathed in my ear and we kissed again. I went down and unzipped Amir's trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his white Calvin Klein pants. His cock was much bigger than I thought and I wasted no time in taking into my mouth and sucking him. He groaned and gently took hold of my head as I sucked his cock. I moved down to lick his big, hairy balls and he groaned again. I sucked his cock again and then motioned to him to turn round. "Are you sure?" he asked and I nodded. Without further hesitation, Amir turned round and bent forward, pulling his trousers and pants right down. I pulled his cheeks apart and he groaned again as I pushed my tongue right into his hairy arsehole. I licked his hole for a while and after a while he turned round and pulled me up. "I need to fuck you!" Amir produced some lube and I took it from him and rubbed some into my arsehole. "Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked me. I didn't want him to use a condom of course, but I have always found that guys get extra horny if they think they're getting to fuck raw with someone who usually plays safe, so I pretended to think about it. "I don't know," I said hesitatingly, "I don't normally ever......" "I'd love to bareback you!" said Amir I pretended to think about it for a moment or two and then I nodded. A short time later, I was bent over the concrete shelf, pants down, as Amir pushed the head of his bare cock against my arsehole. His cock was pretty big and at first he couldn't get it in my, then I leaned forwards and pulled my cheeks apart and he slid slowly but surely right up my arse. "Oh fuck," he gasped "That's so good.....so good!" as he began to fuck me slowly, pushing his big cock right up me and then pulling it right back. He did this for a while and then began to fuck me harder. I was really turned on now - this was turning out to be one of the best fucks I'd had in a long time. Amir was fucking harder now and I could tell he was getting close. He fucked me for a while longer and then groaned "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum in you! I'm going to cum in you!" He thrust his cock right up me a few more times and then slumped over me and I knew he had cum right up my arse. We were both out of breath as we pulled our pants up and Amir grinned at me. "You have no idea how much I needed that!" he said, and added "And thanks for letting me bareback you!" Amir and I arranged to meet up the next time I was in the area and Amir came to my hotel quite a few times over the next few months and we enjoyed some very horny bareback sex. Amir had told me that his partner rarely sucked his cock and never licked his arse and told me how much he loved it when I had done it to him. Every time we met up, I sucked his cock and licked his are and then he fucked me. A few times after he had fucked and cum in me, Amir would kneel up on the bed and I would lick his arse and then lube him up and slide my cock up him for a bareback fuck, depositing a nice load of cum up his hairy arse for him to take home to his unsuspecting partner. A few years before this I had a really unexpected experience with another guy I never thought would cheat. Callum's partner was one of my partner's closest friends and I had known them both for a number of years. I liked Callum a lot, and we had a number of interests in common, although I didn't really like his partner so much. A few times I had heard Callum's partner talking to my partner about his relationship and had said that Callum was a total top and I had also heard him say more than once that he was absolutely confident that Callum would never cheat on him. One summer my partner told me that Callum and his partner had booked a long weekend in Brighton, but Callum's partner was now unable to go. My partner was not free either and apparently Callum had asked him if I wanted to go instead. "He's going to change the double room to a twin." I didn't really know Callum well enough to want to spend a whole weekend with him , but I did like him and, as my partner pointed out, I did need a break and a weekend by the sea would be good for me, so I said yes. Callum and I travelled down to Brighton on the Friday afternoon and checked into our hotel. The first thing I saw when Callum opened the door to our room was a big double bed. Callum looked at me "They didn't have a twin room free," he said "Are you ok with sharing?" I nodded - I was not at all averse to sharing a bed with Callum - he was a few years younger than me, tall, dark and slim and, as I said, I had always enjoyed his company. I would be lying if I didn't also say I had always enjoyed checking out his fit arse, which always filled out his trousers incredibly well. We had planed to go out for something to eat in the evening and Callum said he was going to have a shower before he got ready. I watched him strip down and, as he bent over to pull his pants down, I had a great view of his firm, smooth arse. I knew that Callum had a piercing somewhere on his lower body and it was a standing joke among our group of friends that he always set off the security alarm going through security at the airport and had to be searched. I knew the piercing wasn't on his dick, but I couldn't help wondering where it was, and when Callum came out of the shower and removed his towel, I couldn't help discreetly checking him out. Callum grinned at me and asked me if I was looking for his piercing. I nodded and he grinned gain. "Do you want to see it?" he asked, and I nodded again and Callum sat down on the bed and then laid back and pulled his legs up and I saw that the piercing was on the area between his balls and his arse. "Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded again, "Oh yes!" I said truthfully. Callum had not only shown me his cock and balls, but had also exposed his arse to me and I could see that , although his arse was smooth, his crack was quite hairy. I showered and then we both got ready to go out for something to eat. We found an Italian restaurant and enjoyed a very good meal. After that we went for a drink in one of Brighton's gay bars, sitting outside on the terrace by the sea. It was all very pleasant - it was a warm summer evening and I was already feeling much more relaxed than I had when I left London. Callum was also very relaxed and, when he went to the bar to get drinks, he was clearly flirting with a dark haired guy with spiky hair who was queueing at the bar next to him. I had always thought that Callum's partner was a bit intense and I guessed that Callum was probably quite enjoying being off the leash for the evening. When Callum came back to our table, I could see him exchanging glances with the dark haired guy, who was sitting at a table nearby with a good looking young black guy. A short time later Callum leaned forward and asked me if I might be up for a bit of fun while we were in Brighton. I was surprised but also turned on and I told Callum I would be up for some fun. He told me the guy he had been chatting to at the bar and his partner were both up for it if we were. A short time later they had joined us at our table. The dark haired guy with the spiky hair was called Matthew and his partner was Jayden. Jayden was a really good looking guy, who looked to be in his mid 20s - a few years younger than Matthew. They were good company, and neither of them made any secret of the fact that they were up for some fun and after a few more drinks we all made our way back to our hotel room. It wasn't long before all four of us were naked and having some fun. Callum had paired up with Matthew and I was down sucking on Jayden's big, thick cock. Watching Callum suck Matthew was a real turn on and I had a perfect view of Callum's naked arse as he knelt up on the bed and leaned over to continue sucking Matthew's cock. We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other for a while - at one point Callum was kneeling up on the bed and Matthew had his tongue up Callum's arse as I pushed my tongue right into Jayden's hole. It was all very horny. After a while, Matthew began to rub the head of his cock against Callum's hole. He picked up a condom and said "With or without?" To my surprise, Callum said "Without!," and a few seconds later, Matthew fingered some lube into Callum's arse and then pushed his bare cock slowly right up him! I had assumed that Callum would want to use condoms, especially as it was him who had produced them, but he seemed perfectly happy to take Matthew up his arse without one. Jayden was now kneeling on the bed next to Callum, and I wasted no time in pushing my bare cock right up his tight arsehole. I was really turned on, enjoying every minute of fucking Jayden and also enjoying watching Matthew fucking Callum bareback. We fucked for a while longer and I could feel myself getting close. Just at that moment I heard Matthew ask Callum "Do you want it?" and guessed that he too was getting close. Callum said "Fuck yes!" and a short time later I shot my load into Jayden at exactly the same time as Matthew bred Callum. I didn't think things could get any hornier, but a few minutes later, Callum laid on his back and raised his legs and I watched as Matthew guided Jayden's big cock into Callum's arse. Jayden fucked Callum hard and fast and after a while shot a second load into his cheating arse. When Matthew and Jayden had left, Callum asked me if I was ok with what we had done and I assured him I was fine with it and had enjoyed every minute of it. A short time later we both got into bed and when I woke up the following morning, I was lying against Callum with my cock in his arse crack - it was very pleasant! A little later we both showered and then went down to breakfast. When we got back to our room we started to talk about the events of the night before and Callum told me he was mostly faithful to his partner, but sometimes he got bored with always being a top and when he got the chance, he would take the opportunity to get fucked. He said he knew he should take precautions, but said it turned him on so much to take it bareback and let guys cum in his arse. He also told me that he had not tried to get the hotel to change the room to a twin as he was hoping that I would fuck him. A short time later, Callum was kneeling up on the bed again and my bare cock was pushing up the arse I had admired for so long. I fucked him from behind for a while, and then he moved on to his back and raised his legs, telling me to fuck him and breed him. I had never thought anything like this would happen with Callum, but I was certainly not complaining - and I did exactly what he asked me to - shooting a good big load right into his unprotected arse. That evening, we went back to the same bar and later on we went to a club with a very active darkroom where both Callum and I had a very horny time! I was really turned on watching Callum take it up the arse in the darkroom - he was certainly making the most of being away from his partner and, in the course of the evening I saw him being fucked by several different guys - and few, if any of them appeared to be using condoms. At one point, he was leaning against the wall of the darkroom, his pants at his ankles, as three different guys took turns fucking him bareback and I was fairly sure at least two of them had cum in him. The next morning I fucked Callum again and then it was time to travel back to London. Our partners met us at the station and, as I watched Callum and his partner walking ahead of us out of the station, I wondered what his partner would say if he knew that Callum had been fucked and loaded by several different guys over the course of the weekend - including me! Part 14 to follow

So, I had posted on the chem section where I recently started using poppers (and am hooked) but had not had a chance until yesterday to take cock with it. So, I'm trans so I got fixed up and looking pretty cute then headed to a local bookstore. I picked up a couple of new popper bottles as I'm trying different kinds. I went to the back and took a seat in a booth and left the door open. Fairly quickly an older chubby gentlemen came in, I smiled and he shut the door and grabbed my crotch. I take hormones so I stay limp most of the time. I grabbed his crotch and felt a nice hard cock. He wound up pulling out a nice dick. I immediately started sucking it, taking hits of poppers along the way, I had a nice high going. After a while I was hoping he would fuck me, so I pulled my jeans down and showed him my ass (I have a girls ass and men love it) He would up roughly finger fucking me with 2 fingers after he first ate out my hole which felt incredible. This went on for a long time and we were both getting tired. I think there were 2 or 3 others looking under the door at what was going on, it has about a foot or so gap. I had sunk down close to the floor at that point. He finally stood up and I kneeled down and went to work on his cock. He wound up face fucking me pretty good, I gagged a few times and had to catch my breath. Finally I could feel it coming, I remember thinking "don't stop, make him cum hard, don't spill any, and swallow it all". He starts grunting and came hard in my mouth, I tried to suck extra hard then and did not swallow but let him fill my mouth, It was a lot! I savored it for some extra time sucking the end of his cock, then I pulled off, opened my mouth to show him, then swallowed it all. It tasted so good! Then, I went back to sucking and cleaning his cock off. I wanted him to get my number but he had no phone or way of writing it down. Hope to see him again. So, he leaves and I sit back kind of zoned out and feeling good. I hear someone approaching and couldn't see out the door of the booth with the glare of the video screen inside the booth. In steps inside a rough, kind of thug looking black man. I was kind of shocked as he was pretty rough for me. I'm just a cute little fem trans twink white boy. He steps in, shuts the door and locks it. Quickly he drops his pants and sits in the chair, before I knew really what was happening, it was fast. Keep in mind through this that I've never been with a black man, I've always wanted to and have been close, really enjoying when they have flirted with me or looked at me knowing they want to fuck me. So, once I saw his cock, I knew how this was going down. I kneel and as soon as I tried to put my mouth over it, I honestly wondered if I could get my mouth around it. That's never happened before. It was thick, long and beautiful. I quickly get over how rough this man is and start loving his wonderful cock. I remember thinking how good this was and how easy it would be to become a black cock slut. So, I had taken a couple of THC gummies earlier and was also hitting poppers thru this while sucking his cock. He was sitting back, moaning and enjoying the whole thing. Next thing I knew, I stood up, pulled down my jeans to show him my ass. He said it was incredible, the best ass he had ever seen. Then he stood up and bent me over. I feel his cock at my hole, It was hard before but he had trouble getting it inside me, although I had pre lubed, the previous guy fingering me had dried it out some, I hear him spit on his cock, then POP its inside me. Now, I've been on prep for a long time, but am not on it at the moment. I didn't care as I was in the most perfect place with this black cock in me. My head was spinning, I don't think I've ever been as horny or felt that good. I don't know how long we fucked, probably 30 minutes. He alternated from hard rough fucking, to regular thrusts. Said he wanted to be deep inside me. We fucked for so long! He asked if I liked black dick, I told him he was the first and he started pounding me HARD. Then he says he loves white pussy and wanted to know if I would be his slut, of course I said yes, and I meant it too. He tells me he's taken ectasy and I assume thats why he didn't come inside of me. He mentions it's hot and I turn around and he's sweating a lot, so he pulled out. We talked about getting a hotel room, but I did wind up getting his number and have since talked to him. I could see me seriously getting into this guy. The rough black thug, it's crazy but I want him to own me. We'll see what happens.

Part 18: ''The New Lock'' Sir went outside and took to digging up and picking some vegetables as he said he would. His Leather Jacket remained in the hallway! 😈 As soon as he was out the door my Master grabbed the cellar door key, unlocked it, and came down. What was I upto? I was tired, yet still high and horny, and now lying naked in the sling except for my pointless fag-dick cage tweaking on my little piglet-tits. My Master grabbed the cloud blowing gear that he had tucked away out of sight and came over to the sling.... - You are a naughty faggot-boy aren't you. How did you get out? - You forgot to restrain my second wrist, Master. - I see. I remember being tired and busting for a piss. I wasn't fully on my game. Here, take this, and get a fresh new high. - Fuck YES, Master. I really need this. As I heated the T my Master now removed the fitted vinyl sheet (the dry one without the piss) from the mattress and hurried upstairs. What was he upto? He looked out the window to make sure Sir was still outside, then raced up to his bedroom where he removed the cotton sheet and replaced it with the vinyl sheet. Going into the spare bedroom where he slept he grabbed the full starter sub-kit and brought it into Sir's bedroom. Then he came back downstairs and into the cellar where I was now on a fresh cloudy high. - C'mon, follow me. - Yes, Master. I followed him from the cellar all the way up to Sir's bedroom, completely naked, spun, and my skin and hair covered in dry piss. - Now get on the bed directly facing the window in the kneeling position with that sexy beefy ass of yours sitting on your heels. - Yes, Master. I sat there, directly facing the closed window which made me parallel to the full length wardrobe mirrors, naked except for the cage around my pointless fag-dick. The full starter sub-kit bag was opened and various objects crucial to the present moment were removed. My Master promptly attached to my neck a steel collar with a long steel chain that was attached to it. A pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps were then placed beside me, not onto my piglet-tits quite yet. - Look what I have here faggot-boy. - The key to my cage. So Sir left his Leather Jacket behind. - Indeed he did. In went the key to the lock, and my cage for the first time in nearly 1 month came away from my now shrivelled pointless fag-dick. I started giggling at what had now become a mere micro dick. - Fuck, hahahaha, it's become so fucking tiny. - Yes, it is pathetic looking. Whatever the case maybe I need it out of my sight and I need you to keep your focus in on your cunt and my highly charged T☣️xiC-poz Dick. - Fuck YES Master. I know who the alpha stud is around here and who is the fag, the bitch, the whore, the inferior worm, the slut that is here to SERVE you! And on to my shrivelled little micro dick went Master's own cage. My Master walked over to the closed window and looked out... - Aaaahhhh, Doug still digging up some organic vegetables for his dear lovely mum, such a wonderful kind woman, whilst his faggot-boy is up here, high, horny, collared, and now locked.... by ME! Turning away from the window and now facing me my skinny Master with veins bulging on all four limbs stood back to admire HIS locked pig who was now.... High. Horny. Collared. READY! My Master looked fucking stunning. He was now wearing Sir's Muir which complimented his deep set eyes wonderfully. That was the only thing of Sir's that he now had on. He also was now with a Leather Waistcoat and back to what he arrived in on his feet; his army boots. He came behind me, climbed onto Sir's bed, pushed me forwards so I was now on all fours, pushed my legs apart, lubed up his hand and forearm with Crisco, and without any resistance entered in the blink of an eye my loose, cock and cum hungry, battered neg cunt right upto mid forearm. I groaned with an intense out of body pleasure... - Oh FUCK Master.... - Are you okay faggot-boy? - Fuck YES Master. I just wish you were fisting me deeper. - Well, I am already half way up my forearm with no real effort required. We have plenty of time, no rush. - My cunt is YOURS Master. USE it how you so desire. For the next hour my Master fisted me reaching up to his elbow, and then.... The sound of Sir's engine sprang to life. Master slowly withdrew his forearm from my now very stretched Crisco laden cunt, towel wiped his fist and forearm, went over to the window and opened it as wide as it would go, and then came the pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps that without pause were clamped onto my little piglet-tits. - Ow, ow, ow... Fuck... Ouch, my tits are hurting Master. These are nothing like the clamps that Sir has used up until now. The only response to my expression of pain is my Master climbing behind me and sliding back into my nasty cunt balls deep, all 12" of his T☣️xiC Fuck-Meat. He did not hold onto my shoulders nor my waist or hips, no, he held onto me via the long steel leash attached to the collar. He pulled on it so tightly that my body was brought up into a semi upright pozition with my hands hovering about two inches from above the vinyl sheet. My mind and body were all over the place. My cunt tingled as I could barely feel Master inside of me, I was high and horny, and with all of that intense pleasure was the new pain that consumed my fag-boy tits. A swift demotion from piglet-tits. After a few minutes of being fucked this collared worm and his alpha stud now heard the sound of moving tyres on gravel as Sir pulled away from the house.... - Who are you locked by? - YOU, my Master. - And who now owns you? You do, my Master. - Well, almost. I will officially own you if I am the one to knock you up. - I want you to be the one, Master. - Want me to be the one what? And I need you to say it as loud as you can, the universe needs to hear you say it. Sir would now be approaching the end of his gravel driveway. - PLEASE knock me up Master. I want you to be the one coursing through my DNA forever more. Stick it to this faggot, this inferior worm! And with that, Sir was gone, with I am sure my contract out of the window too!

I. Just turned 59 this year. I am told I look younger and have a nice body but I can’t help but still feel insecure when approached by younger sexy guys. I have a few I play with but am always questioning whether they would rather be with someone younger and hotter. Therefore, sometimes unless I know 110% that the guy likes what he sees I tend to shy away from some younger good looking guys. However, for me personally age is just a number. My first long term relationship when I was 24 was with a guy 20 years older than me. My third partner is 20 years younger. Although we no longer are together we remain friends. I have recently for about a year been single after an 8 year marriage to a guy and I am still newly navigating the scene at a later stage in my life. Have met some great guys but also some younger guys that have made me feel like dirt. they sometimes forget that they too will one day get older and karma can be a bitch. lol

Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

Unfortunately, just once at a Wawa gas station. I pulled in to fill up my tank, and this very cute guy got out of his car at the adjoining pump. He had his shirt off, this is Florida, so driving without your shirt off is fairly common. I went to pump my gas and I saw a sign saying, "pay inside, cash only". Okay, I thought, no big deal. I went inside and paid cash, and went back to my car to pump my gas. The cute guy was now in his car, and said something I could not hear. When I went over his pants were down and he had a massive hard on, and said something like "do you see anything you want". He told me he was new to Tampa, but I could follow him back to his new place. I was in my car in a New York second, I followed him back to his place and he forced me to do unspeakable things (actually I volunteered). It was one of the few times, over all these years, where I was totally oblivious to the potential of someone offering me sex. I look back fondly at that encounter.

So, per my usual routine, I went over to Ramrod for a beer before heading over to Slammer. There were guys fucking each other everywhere, just like it used to be. Apparently, the management got a "pass" on the rule re: no sex in the bar - for PigWeek. What I want to know is, if they can get a pass for PigWeek, then why not for the other 51 weeks of the year? For the sake of their patrons who bought drinks, drank them, got sloppy, and fucked each other all night long. For the sake of the "regulars" of loyal patrons who made the bar a "go-to" destination all these years? Last night, it was fan-fukkin-tastic. I suppose it will be tonight too. Are we back to normal over there? Anyone have the answer? I don't .....

Last year my wife and daughters were away to attend a wedding. I had this married guy over for the weekend. He fucked me in one night in each of my daughter’s bed and the last night in me and my wife’s bed. hottest thing was watching him wipe his cock in their dirty panties that we took from the hampers.

Many topics have been talked in this discussions, many points of view, all interesting, don't know if I manage to cover them all! - gifting/chasing fantasies: many reasons for them, and each one makes sense for the person living it! But it's essential to understand where you want your life to go! I said it several times here: FANTASY is a thing, DESIRE is another. What I think is that a good sex education is essential to allow youngest people to understand what they really want! Now science (meds and PrEP) and technology (sites, forums, instant messengers) can allow us to keep our fantasies alive, even the darkest, without harming ourselves or others. - judgments: all of us are somehow judgmental towards ourselves or others, because we're unfortunately grown up in a somehow judgmental culture. And your way to manage judgments depends on how sure you are about yourself! Not everything can be told to everyone! - stigma and self-stigma: yes, everyone lives it in their own way. I was full of self-stigma due to the fact I decided to forgive my cheating ex, unaware that the damage was just matter of time. It's him who brought HIV home, it was me to feel guilty because I let him "enter my door again" in all senses of the word. That is, "you are gay and deserve HIV no matter if you were faithful". "You deserve no longer to have sex because you have those nasty gifting fantasies and you are a danger." As someone already said, status coming-out is a no-turning-back journey and my own experience has always been "say it when you're ready". Being "ready" means having trusted people to count on, being psychologically prepared to the idea of a potential rejection not only in sex life but also possible in friendships and partners. I was independent, earnt my own money when I revealed it to my biological father, I didn't expect any other reaction than the one he had, that is cutting every contact with me. But it was mutual, I can't change my DNA but he's never deserved me to consider him "dad". Sperm donor is appropriate. So, having the support of my mother and her second husband, my twin sister and my then best friend now boyfriend, I feel and felt strong to face everything, including unpolite behavior in front of healthcare-related people being ignorant on it! Did I say "RTFM" -read the fucking manual- to the dentist? Yes, I did. And told him "I've the money, you've the service. Judge yourself who's in control". But strength grows with awareness and you can't face an asshole doctor/dentist if you feel stigmatized/marginalized yourself. For me HIV is no longer something to be ashamed of, it's been a long journey to achieve this awareness but I'm here and never fucking look back. - chasers and regretting: for all of you mentioning dentist's face or stigma or rejection or whatever else to discourage chasers, I honestly don't find this strategy so effective. It's not as in early 80s where people got stigmatized who knows why, now it's possible to know about stigma, meds, insurance issues where present, etc, they have PrEP in hands, and they choose the other path; everyone has their own reason, and, in some cases they also might feel they've nothing more to lose. Many gay men (or even boys) have been rejected by family, by school, by friends, due to their orientation, someone could say "one more rejection means nothing". Or "too much anxiety and panic for std's, at least let me decide who and when". I've even heard, HERE, someone saying "I'm almost at the end of my life, makes no sense to be still safe let me decide how to die at least". - liking/embracing to be poz? Once you are, you can't reverse the situation so you can choose if living in regret or embrace your new life in a way or the other. I've had no possibility to decide about my own health, you could blame me for not having used condoms with my ex, aware that he was a serial cheater? Find it yourself, how many time a monogamous partner uses condoms after having forgiven their love, for the cheat? Blame me for having had hope that it was the last and there were no consequences! I don't "like" to be poz, I'm not proud of the virus itself. But I'm proud of the man I've become, of the awareness I've acquired with time and experience. If I only had possibility I'd have liked to stay neg, but it's useless to look back in anger. "Don't look back in anger" that's why it's my favorite song. - would you like to eradicate HIV from the world? YES. Regardless of my fantasies, what I think, whatever. HIV and AIDS have been a stop to sex freedom in the whole world, many people fighting for gay right in the 70s are no longer here, AIDS has allowed the worst homophobia to come out, together with millions of victims and suffering it caused. Should I continue? Inappropriate, I think. Last but not least, what I think about it all? Want to solve problems of people searching for HIV deliberately? First eradicate homophobia, serophobia, never make a person feel judged or marginalized, give everyone a reason to love and be loved. Bye and sorry for the too long post.

Part 20 Prequel: ''The Real Chase Begins'' Again I was led between cellar level and the first floor into Sir's bedroom. The curtains were open as was the window, and the full moon beamed in lighting up the whole room. Suddenly my sleep deprived and wired feeling just left me as I in a heartbeat felt energised and very much alive. The freestanding mirror from the spare bedroom was now in here, situated in front of the window and half way down the length of the bed, just so I could see Master USE me if I was at any point unable to turn my head to the left to look into the full length wardrobe mirrors. The black vinyl sheet was still covering Sir's mattress, and on it where my head would usually lie on a pillow were three tourniquets, an empty 3ml syringe with needle, a syringe with T in it, and some cotton pads. I was told to sit on the edge of the bed facing the door, and wait. Master left the room, and when he returned gone was Sir's Muir, the Leather Waistcoat, and his army boots. Now his attire consisted of his executioner hood which I loved him in, really set his deep set eyes off a treat. And on his feet were now with a pair of 20 hole boots with red laces. And that was it. After that he was completely naked! Without delay a tourniquet was attached to each of my arms, and the remaining one he attached to one of his arms. I was told to hold one of the cotton pads in prep for a potential incoming puncture site....

Both, although the stigma against being gay is vastly decreased, compared with a distinct but more moderated stigma about HIV. To this day it's not uncommon to find profiles on gay dating/hookup sites that say "disease free, u b too". There's really no way to spin that as "undetectable is ok". You don't, of course, which is one reason among many that such an attitude is silly. Someone who cops to being poz and undetectable is (in my opinion) most likely telling the truth - he's already getting the "strike" of being poz, so why would he lie about being infectious? Meanwhile, there are a lot of men - a LOT of men - who assume they're negative because they had a negative test five or eight or ten years ago and have never checked again. Those are the ones who are more likely to be positive, not know it, and to be infectious.

Part 17: ''Going Solo'' My Master, formerly known as Uncle Terry continued to hold his pozition of his throbbing twitching poz-piston very still as his gaze deep into my eyes via our reflection did not avert. He suddenly broke a huge smile, a devilish looking wide grin which showed off his fangs, the grin and the fangs complimenting the executioner hood, and all were now lit up by the moon beaming in to the room. Holding onto my hips he turned his head away from the mirror and down to where his pubic area was touching the top of my ass cheeks... He watched on as he very slowly withdrew to the tip of his fat bulbous mushroom cock head, and then..... he aggressively SLAMMED in all 12" balls deep which caused me to grunt loudly as my body thrust forwards even though I managed to keep my arms holding me up. He repeated this very slow withdrawing to the tip and aggressive slamming in balls deep over and over, each time I would grunt loudly. On the last aggressive inward thrust and my loud grunt Sir's snoring stopped and he turned over so now he faced us. Fuck, I didn't want him to wake. Master suddenly went very still and quiet, and so did I. It didn't take even a minute for Sir to start snoring very loudly again at which point my Master firmly gripped my waist and commenced a fast and hard fuck on my cum filled cunt. And even though I dropped a load of it a short moment ago I must have still had loads of my Master's dirty seed inside of me as all you could hear were loud squelching noises as Master pounded my sloppy gaping fag-hole. After a good hard pounding the squelching and fucking came to a halt, and I felt a breath near my ear.... - You know where Doug keeps the key to the cage on your pointless faggot-boy dick? - Yes Master. In the top left hand pocket on his Leather Jacket. Master spoke with Sir even though he slept and snored, maybe planting a seed in his subconscious... - Doug mate, if you don't take your Leather Jacket with you tomorrow, that will be your nod of approval that I can unlock your cage, then relock using my cage. - You have your own chastity cage, Master? - Several. I have one in my car as part of a full starter sub-kit. I need to sleep, and I want to be awake before Doug leaves which already means I won't sleep very much. C'mon.... My Master took my back down into the cellar where he got me to jump into the sling. Both ankles were restrained, then one wrist, and before he could restrain the second wrist... - Fuck, I cannot wait any longer.... He grabbed an empty beer bottle and almost filled it right to the top. No wonder he could not wait any longer, that was one monumental piss he just took. He then put a ball gag into my mouth and blindfolded me. - I'll see you in a short while faggot-boy. I won't be long. But just to make Doug doesn't see what an utter state of a cum dump that you are or my fang marks on your neck I shall be locking the cellar door and sleeping with the key under my pillow. I knew through tiredness I am sure that Master had forgotten to restrain my second wrist and there was a reason I did not tell him. I was still high and horny, and I wanted to continue to play. I left it a little while after he had left. I then removed the blindfold, then unrestrained my one wrist and both ankles, and finally removed the ball-gag. I wasted no time in leaping up, grabbing the 13"er dildo and diving onto the cold piss soaked vinyl sheet that covered the mattress, and there I played solo, a 13" dildo working in Master's dirty seed deeper into my guts, splashing around the cold piss, and tweaking on my piglet-tits. That old cat and mouse adage seemed very appropriate for now... Whilst Master is away the faggot-boy will play! Before Master went to bed he fetched from the trunk of his car the full starter sub-kit that he spoke of, and took it to Sir's spare bedroom where he would have his short sleep. Then.... that bottle of Master piss caught my eye! I took the dildo out of my cunt, stood up, took off my H Harness, fetched the beer bottle containing Master's warm piss, stood on the piss soaked vinyl sheet covered mattress facing the mirror, removed my red rubber jockstrap so it was now resting upon my ankles, and then I poured about half of the bottle of Master piss over my head and watched it trickle down all over my body, my hair dripping as if I had just come up from under water at the beach. I stared at my pointless little caged fag-dick. It seemed as though it was now shrivelled. I spoke to my reflection.... - I am faggot-boy, Master's faggot-boy, and Sir's trainee sub. I desire to worship my Master's Master. I am here on Earth as a faggot, a pig, a worm, an inferior, a slut, a whore and so much more beyond to serve Men and all of their desires, no matter how dark they are. I love Dick. I love cum. I want my cunt to become completely trashed and a full on totally blown-out meat sleeve. And my darkest desire is for Master to knock me up. Yes, I am now a chaser. I embrace it. And with that I downed the remaining half of the Master piss in the beer bottle down into my greedy piss hungry belly. Master Terry did not have much of a sleep, only about five hours. He usually would need a good eight hours to function at his best. He slept with the locked cellar key underneath his pillow. The day had arrived for Sir to go and stay with his mum for a while to give brother Keith and his wife a break. He would be gone 9 days in all. Having had a short-ish sleep Master came down the stairs to find Sir having breakfast. - Morning Doug, how are you? Sleep well? - Aaaahhh, morning Terry my friend. I slept very heavily, and for about 9 hours. I must have been super tired as it seems I even forgot to close the curtains in my bedroom lastnight. I'm okay. To be honest am worried about my mum. But I will see her in a short while. Some fry up and coffee there if you want it. - Great, I do, I am very hungry. What time are you planning on leaving? - I'll just finish my breakfast, then I will dig up some of the organic vegetables from the garden to take to mum's, then I will be off. Where is my boy, I haven't seen him? And I see the cellar door is locked. - Yes, he is down there. I thought it best the door was locked as he was when I left him lastnight he was still high yet exhausted with it and didn't want him wandering around the place in such a state in case of falling and having an accident. - Good thinking. I haven't really got time to see him as I am in a rush anyway. His first job of the day will be these breakfast dishes. - I'll make sure he does them first thing.

I so want to hang with that family. A Dad and his sons getting high and fucking a fag together is so hot.

I had finally controlled my crying, more to the point, it had subsided and I told David about my HIV positive status. “Why do you think I insisted on condoms when we first started hearing about AIDS? My friends had told me about your bathhouse exploits when you worked there.” “You knew I worked at the bathhouse when we met?” “Yeah. And I knew you were a huge cum slut.” “You did? Why didn’t you tell me you knew.” “I figured it wasn’t mine to tell. If you needed time to trust me then I was going to give you that.” “But all these years?” “Yeah, you needed to be ready.” “But you just drank my poz cum. If you knew, why would you do that.” “I checked with my doctor. No HIV could survive my stomach acids.” “So did you know it wasn’t a regular flu a while back?” “Yeah. I figured you just weren’t ready to tell me the hole story.” “Did you know I’ve been with dozens of men since then, and it’s all been bareback?” “I didn’t know, but I suspected. You were getting home late, taking more showers, going out on your own more often. I was pretty sure you’d gone sex wild.” “And you’re still going to stay with me?” I welled up. Taking me tenderly in his arms, “I love you. Why wouldn’t I stay with you?” “But all my hiding, all my lies?” “Well, you don’t need to hide and lie anymore. At least not with me.” I could hardly take this all in. Over the next number of weeks, I grew to trust David’s response more and more. Thursday night became my regular bathhouse night. Our pet name for it was ‘Special Fuck Night’. I always came home with several loads deep in my gut, and if he was still awake David would slip into his safe condom and give me my last ride of the night or early, early morning. My available sex object magnetism just grew stronger and stronger and anonymous encounters became an everyday occurrence. Other than David’s I would have no part of rubbers. They either agreed to do me raw or not at all. I even found three guys at work who would breed me during breaks. In every aspect of my life, I grew more and more confident. Peter even agreed to some threesomes. He would always empower our guest top by grabbing his raw cock and guiding it into my hole. He loved to watch the other guys fuck and breed me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, but I wasn’t about to complain. A month after coming clean with David I got the phone call. Peter had been killed in a car accident. I was inconsolable for three days. I couldn’t fly home for his funeral, my family would ask too many questions. At breakfast on day four David pushed an envelope toward me. He encouraged me to look inside. It contained a plane ticket to Palm Springs and the receipt for a week stay at a clothing optional gay resort. I was confused that there was only one plane ticket. “You need to get away on your own to process your grief. Celebrate Peter’s life by fucking your brains out. You missed the business card in there. It’s for a gay therapist in Palm Springs whose expecting you should you feel the need to talk and give him a call. You don’t have to use any of this. It’s completely up to you.” How had I attracted this angel into my life? It didn’t take me long to decide I would make use of the opportunity. As I boarded the plane I could here Peter cheering from the great beyond. Rather than me attending his funeral he was looking forward to watching me ritualize his life doing what he most enjoyed when he was alive. In those days they didn’t put you on HIV meds immediately upon diagnosis. They watched your blood counts and only started meds when some factor, I forget which, dropped below 250. Whatever that was, mine had shoot sky high to do it’s best to fight this new infection. My Doc had said he figured they might be watching me for a long time before I would need meds. It would take two full years in my case. This meant I was going to a gay mecca with a very high HIV count. I had mixed feelings about this but the negative ones were not enough to put the breaks on my opportunity to have the sexual holiday orgy of my life. In fact, I knew Peter was watching and cheering me on even before I arrived at the airport. My taxi driver was an incredibly cute East Indian. He was very easy to talk to and very extraverted. When he heard where I was going, he told me how jealous he was. He then wondered what time my flight was. I’m one of those people that always gets to the airport hours ahead of my flight. I’m to anxious a person to leave maneuvering airport security, customs, etc. to the last minute, or even the prescribed amount of time for international flights. The taxi driver knew a secluded place along the way, did I want to have car sex? “Da, yeah.” Parked behind a strip mall between two big dumpsters he moved into the back seat. He’d instructed me to bare my ass and kneel on the seat, we wouldn’t have time for foreplay. He took time to eat and rim my hole preparing me to take his incredibly big cock for such a little guy with only spit for lube. At first, I wasn’t sure I could accommodate his member, but I was not his first work fuck. He came prepared with poppers and presented them to my nose. I inhaled deeply, relaxed my ass and in he moved. Balls deep he gave me a moment and then started pounding. It was only after he came inside me, pulled his clothes back on, and we were back on our way that I realized we had never discussed preferred sexual roles or lack of safety practices. I guess everything about me screamed ‘available cum slut sub’, and he had the confidence to take what I needed to give. I still got to the airport a good hour ahead of the recommended time for international flights. There was no line as I went through security. In fact, the security staff looked board out of their minds. Even though I didn’t set off the scanner the tall handsome guard insisted on patting me down. When he had done the usual perfunctory job, he quickly checked to see if anyone was watching us. Seeing the coast clear he rubbed my crotch and smiled as I hardened. He then called over to his co-workers to let them know he was taking a break. Without any words spoken I followed him. As we passed a cleaner the guard asked if we could use the cleaner’s closet. From the smile on the cleaner’s face, I knew this was not the first time this transaction had occurred. Safe within the 5’ by 8’ closet the door was closed, locked and I was pinned against the wall with the young guard’s tongue down my throat. His hand was already snaking into the back of my jeans. A finger traced down my ass crack and found my hole. He pulled it out, moved it to his mouth and tasted. “Mmmm, someone has beat me, or are there more than one stranger"s loads in there?” “Just one, my cabbie.” I was spun around, my jeans dropped; I love commando, and his long slim cock in me before I had a chance to think. “I could tell you were a slut the moment I saw you approach security. You love my raw cock up your ass, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “And you don’t even care my status, do you?” “No. … Well actually yes. Are you poz?” “Yup.” “Medicated?” “Nope!” “Yeah, I care. Breed me with your toxic cum man!” “You want me to paint your guts with HIV?” “Yeah, cum in me.” “You poz?” I lied, “No” “And you still want me to breed your negative ass.” “Yeah! Knock me up!” That pushed him over the edge as I felt his body convulse, my gut walls sprayed and heard him yell, “Take my toxic seed you fuckin stupid slut!” He was totally oblivious to who might be able to hear on the other side of that closet door. So, see by the time I got on that plane I knew Peter had been watching me start my personal orgy ritual to him. I knew he was cheering me on every step, every fuck, every breeding along the way.

EPILOGUE I don’t know how many loads Justin took that weekend, but it was a hell of a lot. Rather than sleeping in the warehouse bedroom, he spent the two nights with me back at the hotel, my cock buried in his hole while we slept. When we were alone we talked about everything, giving me a chance to get to know who my son really was deep down, and bringing us closer than we ever had been before. I dropped him back at his halls on the Sunday evening, and a couple of weeks later he texted me to let me know he had the flu. I took the week off work and went up to Nottingham again, spiriting him away to a hotel where I could take care of him for a few days. I wish I could say I just nursed him back to health, but I did of course fuck him quite a few times during that stay. When he seemed to be better and we'd got him tested to confirm what we already knew, I took great pride in allowing him to drop the first poz loads of his life into his father. I eventually went on meds, but Justin told me he was enjoying his new-found status and was going to hold off for a while. In time he let slip that he’d got a bit more versatile, and in so doing had managed to poz several members of the various sports teams at the university, as well as a couple of his lecturers. Although I was concerned that this could all blow up on him, I could not help but be turned on by his stories of breeding the closeted jocks and married men that he had pursued. Of course, he had also continued to be a proud and active cumdump, and I thoroughly enjoyed the stories he sent me of his exploits taking loads wherever he could. Being a father I did of course make sure that he was keeping up with his studies, which he assured me he was. Justin really took to being out and proud, both as a gay man and as a poz pig. He got the biohazard tattoo on his chest that he had wanted, as well as a big scorpion design on his back. Given he was regularly naked in the changing rooms with his football teammates, I was particularly surprised that he also got his buttocks adorned with a second biohazard symbol on one cheek and the words “FUCK ME” on the other. However, he said that rather than being disgusted by it, most of his teammates were so horny all the time that they took it as more of an instruction. I doubt he ever told them what they were risking by doing so. We were like rabbits in heat whenever he was home, and really had to hold ourselves back during the Christmas break to keep it from Jacob. However, while we may have just about achieved that initially, it all went to pot two days into the Easter break. We both thought Jacob was going to be out all night so were not holding back as we ploughed each other in my bedroom, but it turned out he’d come home early after breaking up with his cheating girlfriend and had thus been sitting downstairs listening to us going at it upstairs. He was remarkably cool about it, saying he suspected as much and that we should not worry about him, but things took a real turn when he came into the room a couple of nights later while I was taking Justin doggystyle on the bed. Jacob just calmly sat down in my desk chair and motioned to us to keep going, so with a bit of hesitation I went back to buggering my younger son while the older one watched. Thereafter Jacob was a regular voyeur of our activities, until the evening before they were both going back to university. As per normal, he got out of the chair after I had blown my load in Justin, but rather than leaving the room as he usually did, he instead undid his trousers, climbed onto the bed and casually slid his dick into his brother. He fucked him for only a few minutes before blowing his load, and then removed his cock and presented it to me. I nervously leaned forward and took it in my mouth to clean it off, then he pulled back, did up his trousers and left the room. Not a word was spoken by any of us throughout, and all Justin and I could do was look at each other with wide eyes. Jacob left in his car early the next morning, before Justin and I had even woken up. When the long summer break came around, everything was different. Jacob was barely through the front door after driving himself down from uni before he had me bent me over the kitchen counter, and after breeding me he went upstairs to his brother’s room. Justin had been taking a nap after I’d let a load of truckers loose on him at a service station between Nottingham and London, but he was soon woken from that by his brother mounting him and giving him a long, loud pounding. This, however, was not Jacob just letting off some steam after a term away from us both, as Justin and I were taken by him regularly throughout the three month long break. He also continued to watch us when we were fucking each other, occasionally joining in to either make it a spit-roast or a chain-fuck. Justin, it turned out, had managed to get a bit of a following on OnlyFans, so rather than spend his summer break waiting tables or temping in an office, he just churned out video after video of his exploits. He was clearly earning quite a bit, as one day I got home to find him wearing some enormous pieces of silver jewellery just like my own, leading to the first of many very loud, clanging fuck sessions for us both. New tattoos kept appearing too, and it was clear he was going to have quite intricate full sleeves in due course. I didn’t mind, as he definitely had the body for it. The last day of the Easter break had been a big turning point in the relationship between the three of us, and so too it turned out was the last day of the summer break. Justin and I had been out in the morning picking up the car he had bought for himself, and when we got back at lunchtime we found Jacob standing in the kitchen wearing just a jockstrap, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He motioned for us to follow him into my bedroom, where we watched in shock as he grabbed an ashtray and then climbed onto the bed on all fours. He wiggled his arse, saying nothing to either of us but letting us both know for sure what he wanted. We worked as a team to get him ready with our tongues and fingers, while he happily huffed poppers and smoked cigarettes. I then had the honour of popping my oldest son’s cherry, gently but firmly sliding my raw cock into his virgin hole. He moaned throughout, but was also pushing back on me whenever I slowed down so I knew he was enjoying it. Rather quicker than I would have liked, I went over the edge and blew my undetectable load into him. Justin, however, did not step up to take over when I eventually pulled out of Jacob. “I’m poz” he said. “I know” replied Jacob, speaking for the first time since we had got home. “You both are.” “No” said Justin, “Dad’s on meds and is shooting blanks. I’m not taking anything, so I’m like, properly toxic. I could infect you.” “Then fuck me already” replied Jacob, turning to smile at his brother. “Are you sure son?” I asked him. “Yes” he said, closing his eyes and turning his face back forwards again. “Fuck me Justin.” And so it was, that my younger son slid his cock into my older one and gave him his first poz load. An hour later he gave him his second. Another couple of hours later he gave him his third. By the time the evening came round, a couple of my poz mates had joined us to ensure that Jacob’s newly-opened arse was never empty of toxic cocks. Man, did I regret being on meds that night, and made the decision to stop taking them until Jacob had converted. Sure enough, the virus did not seem to take that night, nor from the weekend visits that Jacob made to his brother or back home to me during the first term of his final year at uni. Thus, when the Christmas break came around, we spent a couple of days of it back at the warehouse letting Peter and his friends work with us on the family hat-trick. Jacob took everything they had to give, and Justin greatly enjoyed being on hand to be used by the men on the side. I, however, focused my energies entirely on trying to get my older son converted, but of course will never know whether it was my own demon seed or someone else’s that did it. Either way, Jacob woke up with a fever on New Year’s Eve, and while Justin and I took care of him we also continued to fill his hole regularly throughout his battle with the fuck flu. We then joined him for his HIV test the day before the boys headed back to university, and Justin readily accepted his brother’s first poz load in the disabled loo at the clinic just minutes after we got the positive result. Three years later, and both of them are still living with me at home. It just makes sense financially for the time being, and of course we get a lot of benefits out of having ready access to each other’s bodies. Jacob is definitely more of a top, and seems to also have hook-ups with women off Tinder from time to time, but is happy to bend over for his dad or his brother when we’re in the mood to use his hole. He also enthusiastically joins us on the nights when we head to a sex club, cruising spot or wherever it is that we have chosen to bend over side by side and get railed by as many men as possible, something we’ve come to jokingly call ‘the family picnic’. All three of us bring men back to the house too, and I know that Justin and Jacob particularly enjoy finding a versatile guy that they can put in the middle of a family sandwich. They enjoy it even more when they get to poz a guy together, or find someone particularly toxic to recharge them both. We now all sport on our backs variants of the scorpion design that Justin first got, and both my boys have biohazards on their impressive pecs while mine is of course a tramp-stamp beneath the scorpion’s stinger. Justin has turned into a bit of a size queen in the accessories department too, having replaced his already heavy silver chain collection with even larger units so that he has over 4 kilos of extra weight on him most of the time. Jacob is less into all that but he does sometimes put on Justin’s spares when he’s in the mood, which is usually enough for me to bend him over whatever is nearby so I can do my fatherly duty on his rear end. Indeed, I think he only puts on the bling when we wants me to fuck him, knowing that it always turns up my dial to full in no time. Yes, we’re a slightly fucked-up family, but we are loving, close and eternally bonded to each other in a way that few other families could be. I’m not sure how long it will be before one, two or even all three of us seek something a bit more long-term with a partner, and the thought has crossed my mind that Justin and Jacob may end up being that person for each other in the future which I’m actually on board with if it happens (obviously I have no problems with incest!). Indeed, as I’m writing this at my desk today, the boys are next to me on the bed enjoying cigarettes and beers following some particularly good sex we just had. Jacob had his first go at riding my and Justin’s cocks at the same time, and from the look on his face I think he may be up for another round of that in a moment. So, with that, I’m going to sign off and get back to fucking my sons. Adios!

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This is a not so short continuation of some characters from my story "A Brother In Trouble" centered around Ric and his first year at university (where BiT left off with him). It started out short, but I got carried away. He was introduced in Chapter 29 - and was in several other chapters after that. For those that just want a brief setup... Ric had turned 18 and his father was worried about his lack of sexual activity and hired an escort for Ric to get over his first-time anxiety. First a woman and when that failed (she told Ric's dad "he's a fag"), then a male escort (Joe) who took his virginity and gave him HIV. Ric embraced his new status and soon found several new gay friends at school who were eager for Ric share his bug with them. He helped Joe out with an escorting gig and did some work on his own, including one meet where he worked with another escort while touring a college campus in California. That led to him doing a scene in an adult video. The college is near where Joe (and his boyfriend Kyle) relocated after Joe graduated college. This story starts with Ric's first/freshman year in college. The first post is a little long due to some setup for the story. There are 6 Chapters, each have a few parts to them. ------- Chapter 1.1 - A Rough Start ------- The beginning of Ric's freshman year in college hadn't started out as good as he had hoped. He moved into his assigned dorm room and had just finished unpacking when his roommate arrived. He laid on his lumpy bed reading while the guy unpacked a pair of suitcases and four boxes of stuff. With most of the things put away, the guy introduced himself. "Hey, by the way I'm Steve, if you hadn't already figured that out from the nameplate" he said. "Hi, I'm Ric. I already scratched out the last part on the card. I don't know why they used my full name and your nickname" Ric replied. Steve shrugged his shoulders and picked up a red bandanna and tied it in a loop before hanging it over the door knob. "Know what that's for?" Steve asked. Ric thought quickly and knew of a few uses but doubted he'd be so lucky to have a gay roommate, especially one that knew about the old hanky code he'd read about. He also hoped that it wasn't there in case he wanted something quick to gag or tie up someone he wanted to rape, so he played dumb. "No I don't" he replied. "It tells you or me that someone's in here fuckin some bitch and to go away for a while. If you see it hangin outside don't try and come in" Steve explained, seeming a little disgusted at Ric's naivete. Ric replied "gotcha" and started to realize that he probably wasn't going to have much in common with his new roommate. "'Course a guy like you probably has tons of girls beggin to get your dick" Steve said just as Ric started reading again. "Yeah... a few" Ric replied nonchalantly. He wasn't quite ready to tell Steve that he was gay and wondered if he should take the pride bracelet he'd hung on a hook next to his keys down before his roommate noticed it. Ric had tried straight sex two more times since he graduated and each time couldn't stay hard to actually fuck. Foreplay seemed to be ok, but the thought of plowing a girl's pussy just turned him off. The condoms didn't help, either. With guys, the moment he saw guy's bare ass his dick immediately sprang up. Both of the girls knew he was gay but were sure with the right girl they could turn him straight. "Got a girlfriend, Ric?" asked Steve. "Nah, I'd rather just fuck around. Even my dad told me to avoid getting serious until after I'd graduated and not get married as young as he did" Ric replied. It was close to the truth too, he liked fucking a variety of guys he definitely preferred having fuckbuddies. While some of his friends back home were more on the "fuck" side and others were on the "buddy" side, his dick had gone into almost all of them. "Yeah, I know. My old man said fuck all ya want just don't get em preggers" Steve replied. Ric nodded but started to wonder if Steve's only thoughts were on sex. As much Ric loved fucking, it wasn't the only thing on his mind. Steve continued to blather on and Ric was wondering if it would ever end. They hit dinner down at the cafeteria and Steve disappeared afterwards, saying he was going to go look around campus. The third day was when Steve spotted the bracelet. "What the heck is that?" Steve asked, pointing at the bracelet. And that's where things started to go downhill. Two days later, Steve walked in with the Resident Assistant. "Dude, I just can't do it. I didn't sleep at all last night thinkin that you were gonna fuck my ass." Ric looked incredulous. "Yeah, and not a damn thing happened. You're not my type... not even close. You probably get laid more than I do unless all that big talk is just BS" Ric said, his blood boiling at that point. "Settle down, you two. I got another room for you to move to, Ric" the RA said. "Why do I have to move? Make the homophobic asshole find a new hole to crawl into" Ric snarled. In the end, Ric packed his stuff up just to get away from Steve before he punched his face in. His second roommate was slightly better, but still made a few too many comments that Ric didn't appreciate. This time it was Ric at the RA's room asking for another room. It took a few days but finally Ric was moving again. Instead of down the hall, it was over to a different building. Rather than just getting shuffled to an empty space again, Ric met the other guy before agreeing to move. "Hi, Eddy?" Ric said as he knocked on the open door. "Yeah, come on in" Eddy replied. They shook hands and Ric sat down on the empty bed and Eddy on his. Ric started out with his interrogation and Eddy calmly replied to each question. After almost thirty minutes Ric paused and Eddy said "Is that all? I have a few questions of my own." Ric chuckled and then apologized before Eddy began questioning him back. They finished up an hour after they started when Eddy had to leave for class. Ric moved in the next day and hoped the third room was last of his moves. Eddy seemed to have no issues with his sexual preference and just asked Ric not to lock him out 'too often' and to be respectful. Ric assumed that meant he shouldn't make out with anyone in front of Eddy or make him feel uncomfortable by doing things like watching porn when he was around. Both were things he could deal with and hoped it worked both ways. While Ric had been up front about his sexual preference, Eddy had stayed silent, not saying if he was gay, straight, bi or even asexual. He was a couple years older than Ric and Eddy told him the first roommate he had that semester dropped out to deal with family issues. As he settled into his new home, Ric made a list of all the things he still needed to do. The first was to get a new sim card for his "work" phone. He knew he was going to have to do a few escorting jobs to pad his bank account since things seemed a lot more expensive here than back home. He sent off a few messages to people that he wanted to keep in touch with, telling them that the old number would go dead in a couple weeks and he would send his new number that afternoon. One by one he got responses ranging from "ok" to a thumbs-up emoji. With his new number active, he sent out another round of messages. This time, some of the responses were a little more verbose. "hope it gets a lot of action", "want to talk about a new project" and "hope we work together again soon" were some that he got back. Ric smiled, happy that most of the guys were still interested in meeting. One item down and a dozen more to go. He headed off to one of his classes and sat through the boring lecture. He knew most of these freshman classes were pretty useless since he knew most of the stuff already, but he would need them to graduate and wanted to get them out of the way. The next morning he woke up as he heard Eddy getting ready for his 8 am math class. "He must be a morning person, I could never get my brain working on that stuff this early" Ric thought. He got up and wandered to the big shared guys bathroom in just his sleeping shorts and some sandals with a towel over his shoulder and his toiletry bag in his hand. He waited for one of the showers to free up and noticed one guy come out of the far end shower and a second later another guy poke his head out of the same shower to see if anyone was there. The shocked look on the second guy as he saw Ric staring back at him brought a big smile to Ric's face. He motioned for the guy to come out and mouthed "It's cool" to him. The guy was embarrassed and seemed to be trying to dry off in a hurry. Ric slid past the two guys, letting his hand rub over the second guy's butt and whispering "fuckin hot" before he stepped in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He had intentionally left his shorts on until the curtain was closed to cover up the biohazard tat over his cock. He already had enough problems finding a roommate that would accept him and he didn't want to scare the rest of the people on the floor, at least not right away. Tossing his towel and then shorts over the curtain rod, he washed off the previous day's sweat. At home he'd usually stroke himself off during his morning shower but he didn't feel comfortable doing that with four other guys showering in the neighboring stalls. His balls were getting heavy, not having been emptied in several days and he knew he needed to drain them soon. He finished his shower and got out, the other guys having disappeared and only one other shower was occupied now. As he dried off, he heard the other shower turn off and hurried to finish. He was just toweling off his head when the curtain opened. It was only a couple seconds before he turned away and grabbed his shorts but apparently long enough for the other guy to catch a glimpse at his naked body. The other guy let out a drawn out "Fuuuuck" as Ric pulled on his shorts. Ric tossed the wet towel around his neck and turned back to go to his room. The other guy was still standing there, dripping wet and naked with his mouth dropped open. "Morning" Ric said to the guy he'd only seen a few times in the hallway. He looked kind of cute and much better naked than the other times he'd seen him fully clothed. "Goddamn that's hot" the guy replied and then a moment later replied "Uh... morning." Ric walked by, trying to stay as calm as possible and ignore the comment. He knew he should have said "Thanks" or something, but he still didn't think of himself as "hot" or "sexy", even if he had gotten all of those comments to his one porn scene and from a few of his clients. He wasn't even sure what the guy thought was so hot, but he finished up his morning routine and got back to his room to change. Ric finally felt like things were getting into a normal groove, but he was dreading his first task for the day. "They open at ten... half hour to get there... so leave at 9:45 so I'm not there with a ton of people for the opening rush" he thought to himself. He made his way down to the cafeteria and grabbed some juice, coffee, an apple and a couple granola bars before sitting down at a table by himself. He finished the first granola bar and was biting into the apple as two guys sat down across from him. It took a second but he realized it was the pair of guys from the shower earlier. Ric smiled and said "Morning guys... I don't think we properly met. I'm Ric" trying to break the ice. The guys stared back at him, surprised at how casual he seemed to be. "Uh... I'm Dan and this is Scotty" the one that had gotten out of the shower first stammered out. "Nice to meet you. Sorry if I surprised you earlier, but as I said then, it's cool. I don't care and I'm not going to say anything. It's good to know I'm not the only one on the floor that likes that kind of stuff" Ric said. He tried to carefully word his comments so that if anyone around them heard it they wouldn't know what he was really talking about. "Oh... Uh... Yeah... Thanks... I... I mean... we don't want it to get out" Dan stammered out. Ric knew they were both scared of getting outed in their first month of college and seemed to be unsure if Ric was being serious or not. Ric smiled slightly and quietly said "I get it. The rumor mill outed me last year. It's a lot better to do it on your own terms, but you'll be surprised at the response" as he finished the last of his breakfast. They seemed a lot less panicked after his last comment so he said "I got to take off. Have fun and I'll catch you guys later." He winked at them and went back to his room. Ric grabbed his backpack with stuff for his first class and then headed out of the dorm. He walked the six blocks over to the clinic on West Street that the one at home had referred him to. He took a deep breath and walked in the door and found the reception desk. "Hi, I just started school here and the clinic I used to go to back home referred me here. I think they sent my records too, but I'm not sure" Ric told the nurse. He really would have preferred talking to Douglas from the clinic back home, and while the nurse seemed friendly he wondered if this place would be as accepting of his status and lack of treatment. "Here are some forms to fill out and can you write your name, date of birth and the referring clinic name down on this piece of paper so we can find the charts they sent?" the nurse asked as she handed him a clipboard and a small scrap of paper. Ric grabbed a pen from the bin and put down the info on the small piece of paper and handed it back to her. He took the clipboard and sat down, filling out the form that was strangely familiar. It made him laugh and he realized that when he filled this form out the last time, he was a lot more sexually active. The moves, start of college and other things had conspired to kill his sex life. He thought back and other than a quick blowjob in a bathroom on campus and Joe's welcome party a month ago, he hadn't fucked anyone. He took the completed form back to the desk and the nurse said "we found your charts along with a couple others that Jones sent over. Did you move here with someone else?" "No, but I might know who the others are for. Are they for Joe and Kyle? They moved out here a month or two earlier." Ric asked. The nurse looked unsure how to respond, not wanting to divulge any private info. "Mmmm, maybe. Regardless, they should come and register to continue their treatment plan" she finally said. Ric smiled and said "I'll let them know." He sat back down and only ten minutes later heard his name called. Once again they called 'Ric' instead of his full name and he laughed to himself at how it was starting out just like at the Jones clinic almost a year earlier. Ric got all of his vitals taken and sat in an exam room for several minutes until there was a knock on the door and the doctor entered. "Hello, Ric. I'm Dr. Reynolds. Nice to meet you. I see from your records that you just moved out here. I assume from your age you're going to college here?" the doctor said. "Yeah. I just started classes last month and I was referred here by the clinic that I used to go to" Ric replied. "Good, it's always nice to get referrals from like-minded clinics. How's Bob doing?" the doctor asked. Seeing a blank look on Ric face he then added "I mean Dr. Simms." "Oh... I never knew his first name. He's good. Do you know him?" Ric asked. The doctor chuckled before saying "Uh, yeah. Quite well. We dated in medical school." A smile came over Ric's face and any concerns he had about going to the clinic faded away. "Now, while I look over your history, can you please take your clothes off so I can check everything out" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric took his shoes, shirt and jeans off and the doctor looked up briefly and repeated "everything." Ric removed his boxer briefs and caught the doctor smiling. "I see you've chosen to defer treatment. I know Dr. Simms is pretty stringent on that and only does it for certain patients so I don't see any reason to change that yet. I am concerned that you don't seem to be very active lately, Ric. I know that your first semester in college can be challenging to adjust to, but sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress and there are a lot of other guys your age eager to get more adventurous in their sex lives. Hell, I had one guy yesterday that had averaged almost three partners a day since he arrived on campus" the doctor said as his eyes roamed over Ric's naked body. Ric smiled and almost asked for the other patient's cell number. "Uh... yeah. Well, I've had a few issues with roommates and I'm on my third dorm room. Now that I've got that part fixed and I've gotten used to my classes, I'm starting to do the other stuff I need to. Like finding out how my body is dealing with the virus and meeting new people" Ric said. "Most guys your age don't really plan like that, they're more spontaneous and deal with the fallout as it comes... but I can appreciate your approach. Can you help me out here? I see on this chart it looks like the blood tests you took from them and I see columns for date, viral load, cd4 counts, blood pressure, et cetera, but I don't know what this last column is" the doctor asked. Ric looked at it and chuckled. "I'm not really sure, but I think that was neg guys I fu... had sex with. They asked me to tell the lab tech that info when I got my blood tests done" Ric replied. "Damn. It looks like you were very active until you moved. Those are only the ones without the virus? I assume there were several more then... Your body is probably in shock with the sudden lack of sex" the doctor replied with a laugh. Ric nodded and replied "Yeah, my hand is getting pretty tired" grinning. The doctor rolled his stool closer to Ric and first examined his cock and balls. "I bet you get a lot of compliments on this. It's pretty impressive and probably helps you pass your gift along. Is the tattoo an advertisement or a warning?" he asked with a grin. "I think of it more of a badge of honor since I got it for joining a club. It works as a warning too. If I wanted to advertise I would have gotten something larger like my friend Joe has. The one on his leg is much larger and he has a scorpion tattoo pointing towards his cock" Ric said. He was surprised that the doctor was interested in his ink and how easy it was talking with the doctor about it. "Mmm, nice. Hopefully he is sharing too. I know some people try to hide their status, others advertise and some warn. It's a personal choice and I like to hear how people make their decision" Dr. Reynolds explained. He continued his exam, checking almost every inch of Ric's body. "We probably do things differently than the last clinic you went to. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days that we reserve for clients like you. The staff on the other days is geared more towards prevention and treatment of infections. As I said, we will continue your current plan - just monitoring your health and you can change at any time or we will if there is a significant deterioration in your health. I would recommend that you become a lot more sexually active than you have been the past month. It will help you mentally as well as physically" the doctor explained. Ric nodded and felt his cock twitch. "Oh I plan to" Ric then said. "You can dress now and go down to the lab so we can see if anything has changed since your last blood work. It looks to have been pretty consistent after the initial infection" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric started to put his clothes back on as the doctor continued. "We would like to get monthly samples to see how things progress and quarterly checkups, for now. There won't be a need to inform the lab tech about your activity, as interesting as it sounds. In the future though, please visit on Tuesday or Thursday. The staff is much more supportive on those days about our decision to remain... viral. I know you will be a welcome addition to our community. Have a great day" the doctor said as he closed the folder and headed to the door. Ric followed the doctor out into the hall and was pointed in the direction of the lab. He signed in and took a seat, waiting to get his blood drawn. A few minutes later the door opened and a girl about his age came out and headed toward the door to the waiting room. He laughed to himself since she seemed to be embarrassed that anyone saw her there. He was glad he never went through that phase. The lab tech came out a minute later and drew a line through Ric's name on the list before he winked at him. "Come on in" the guy said. Ric's cock stirred again and he went in, closing the door and taking a moment to check the guy out. "Have a seat" the tech said after Ric stood there a little too long. "Oh, sorry" Ric said as he sat down and laid his right arm out on the rest. He kept looking at the tech, thinking he was really cute. He was smaller than Ric in every dimension he could see and Ric thought he'd be easy to toss around as he fucked the guy's brains out. He caught himself licking his lips as the tech said "Welcome, it's nice to see a new face around here. I see you've done this a few times before. I'll be taking three vials this time since we want a good baseline for your next visits" the tech said. Ric read the guy's name tag and it said "Hector D" before watching him prep everything. Ric had gotten used to seeing the needles and while he usually didn't watch them draw blood he did this time. It was just as painless as the ones Tyler had done back at the old clinic. Once the vials were filled and labeled, the tech said "Hopefully the numbers will be close to what you had last time, nice and strong on both sides" before looking Ric in the eye and smiling causing Ric to chuckle. They stared at each other a moment until Hector looked away and grabbed some tape. Ric got his arm bandaged and as he was about to get up the tech put his hand on Ric's forearm. Ric liked the soft, warm hand gently holding his arm. "I will see you in a month. Be sure to come on Tuesday or Thursday, though" Hector said. He paused, still holding on to Ric's arm and looking at Ric intensely before he said "I see on your chart that you haven't been getting much since school started. I know it can be hard meeting new people or finding hookups in a new place. We... uh... do free testing on Wednesday nights at a local bath house. I don't know if that's your kind of scene but I'm sure you would be really popular there. I have a card that allows guys like you to get in for free... if you're interested." "Yeah, it's been a little crazy and I know I need to get out more. That would be really cool, I've never been to a bath house before, just a couple bookstores" Ric said. A second later, Ric asked "Uh... By guys like me... do you mean poz guys?" Hector nodded. "The card is for any poz guy, but I like to make sure that there are plenty of detectable guys there" he said with an evil grin. Ric felt his cock twitch again and Hector leaned in "We get lots of new patients from there. No one asks status and the few condoms that get used always seem to break. A perfect combo for people like us that get into breeding neg guys" Hector quietly said with a chuckle at the end. "I can't make it tonight, but hopefully next week" Ric said. Hector handed him a card after writing a number on the top corner. "Most of the numbers are just random, but one indicates you are detectable and another that you like to share. That will give you priority. Uh, I should have asked, but from the note in your file I assumed you like to share" Hector said. Ric nodded and thanked him as he took the card and got up. Ric adjusted his partially stiff cock in his jeans and said "See you next week" to Hector before he headed towards his first class of the day. He almost fell asleep during the lecture and noticed several people in the auditorium getting an extra snooze too. When the class finally ended he wandered out of the building wondering how he was going to kill a couple hours before his next class. Ric found a spot under a tree and sat down, spending some time reading ahead for one of his classes but his eyes kept looking around at the guys walking by. He pulled out his phone and popped up a gay cruising app, seeing if anyone was looking. "Holy fuck!" he muttered to himself. "Over a hundred guys!" was his next thought. A quick check of the filters told him why. "10 miles is too far and let's get rid of the guys looking for later" Ric said to himself. With the number more manageable, he then checked out the poz guys. "First time cruising here, I'll just look for other poz guys this time" Ric thought. There were four and he quickly looked through the list. Two looked like professors, one guy a few years older who's pics looked like those of a serial killer, and one guy in his late 20s. "Hot profile. you looking?" he tapped out to the late 20s guy. A few minutes later he got a reply - "working atm but can take brake in 15 u got good pics what u lookn 4?" "BJ or fuck. balls r full " Ric replied. "Poz & 19?" the guy asked. "Poz & 18 last yr thought u wudnt mind" Ric sent back and started searching again. "its ok surprised" came in and then "only have 15 min. got 2 b quik" from the guy. "Know a place?" Ric replied. He knew the guy wasn't too far away, but wondered where a safe spot for a quickie would be. "S end of library meet at construction gate @11:30 I'm Jim" was the reply. Ric got up and walked toward the library. He got his phone out to figure which way was south and then laughed when he saw the huge construction site. He got to the south end and found only one small gate for workers to go in and out of. He stood nearby and waited the few minutes until half past the hour. A guy came out with a hard hat, dirty tee and some even dirtier jeans. Ric started walking along the fence towards him and when he got close asked "Jim?" "Yeah. Damn, you look even better in person. Uh... Follow me" Jim said. They walked quickly into the new building shell and then along the wall to a boarded up hallway leading to the old part of the library. Jim slid the plywood to the side, walking inside and once Ric was past, slid it back. There were a few pallets of building supplies in the hallway and that's where he stopped and turned around. He fished around his pocket and pulled out a packet of lube and a condom. "I only fuck bare. That condom wouldn't fit anyway" Ric said, picking up the lube. "Cool. Most guys won't fuck me without a rubber. Let's try just spit first" Jim said, starting to kneel. Ric set down his backpack and unbuttoned his jeans. Jim reached up and tugged them down, trying to spend as much time sucking or fucking, not talking, before he had to get back to work. "Fuck. That's gonna feel so good in me" Jim said before he took Ric's cock in his mouth. The blowjob was quick but after a couple minutes, Ric's cock was rock hard and coated with spit. He thought "this guy is a pro at quick fucks." Jim stood up, dropped his pants, revealing a stained jockstrap and then bent over the pallet of five gallon plastic paint cans. Ric was right behind him, pulling his ass apart and pushing his wet cock up to the puckered hole. He pulled back the foreskin, dropped three gobs of spit on the exposed head of his cock and pressed forward. A few seconds later, the hole yielded and his cock descended. A groan came out of Jim's mouth, barely audible over the sound of drills, hammers and some heavy equipment. It was a classic quickie. Both had all of their clothes still on and their pants were pulled down just far enough to fuck. With the ease Ric got halfway in, he knew Jim was an experienced bottom. Ric pulled back and added a couple more gobs of spit and then began to plow into the hungry hole. "Fuck... I missed havin a bare dick in me" Jim moaned out as he started to push back as Ric would thrust in. Ric quickly increased the pace, plowing in with long strokes. He knew he didn't have a lot of time but was enjoying every second. Five minutes quickly passed and both of them were grunting with each stroke. With the fifteen minute break quickly running out, Ric slowed down and fucked harder with his cock pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. The first time Ric's cock came out of his hole Jim yelled back "No! Cum inside!" Ric shoved back in, growling "I always do." He did it two more times and then grunted "hope ya wanted a recharge!" With his cock planted most of the way in, he growled out as his cock throbbed, filling the poz hole with a large load of cum. Ric could feel Jim breathe heavily and the sweat had soaked through his tee shirt. When their bodies recovered a minute later, Ric pulled back, watching some cum drip down Jim's leg. When his cock was a little softer, he stuffed it back into his trunks and zipped up his jeans. Jim pulled up his jeans and turned around. "That was fuckin great. I haven't had a load in me in months. Uh... recharge? You're not on meds?" Jim asked. Ric chuckled. "Nope" he replied and started to follow Jim back out of the building. A few other construction worker were standing around and they made a few comments - "Tappin college boys Jim? He know what you're shootin?" and "Fuck! That's a hot young boy" and "Jim, he spit or swallow?" Ric laughed again and said "Thanks, Jim. Let me know if its a boy or girl" making sure that the other guys heard him. He walked back towards his next class, stopping in to a restroom to quickly clean up. With his cock no longer covered in spit and cum, Ric found another spot to sit and kill time before his next class, hoping the wet spot on his jeans would dry in time. He pulled his phone out and there were a couple messages from Jim - "Ignore those guys all bad fucks", "U really toxic?", "Thx again Best I had in long time Txt me any time" and then left his phone number.

As the title says, how big of a toy can you take go without warmup? Cleanout doesn't count. My current easy limit is 7.5in circumference. Eventually I want to take a 10in without any foreplay.

Damn that’s a fine piece of meat. Wouldn’t mind me a taste of that. Just one question: do you black out every time you get hard?. lol.

I need to get up there and load you up.

If those women had been as motivated in 2016 as they are now, we wouldn't in this mess. When a party says that they're going to screw you if elected, believe them. I think that the 2024 election will have a great impact on where LGBT people decide to live and retire. Living in a blue state offers more protection than living in a blue oasis in a red state desert.

Buy a “Worlds Most Comfortable Buttplug” from Mr S Leather. They truely live up to their name. I can all day and overnight with ease. So nice waking up with it in.

I have been propositioned by complete strangers of both sexes throughout my life, including as a minor and including right in front of family members. Most of the time I was oblivious to all but the most direct propositions, which could come at any time in any place. I was completely oblivious the first time a lad my age started seducing me, then got me high on acid and weed before inviting me to sleep the night at his place. I fell asleep for a while only to wake up with a powerful feeling that I needed to cum, and then realized that the guy was giving me an expert blowjob and it felt so fucking good I just blew my load in his mouth while he swallowed hard. My first ever blowjob felt so good that I let him lead me into all sorts of temptations, most of which led to me blowing yet another hot load in his ass or mouth and left me hooked on bareback with other men for the rest of my life.

Hello, skinny, toned total bottom here! Major fetish for anon breeding, would be great to find a guy that could host me. Maybe blindfold, hood and restrain me, see if I can beat my record of 8 anon loads in one night! happy to chat more and send pics x

Well, now you know why so many of us that want to ditch Old Man Winter move to Ft. Lauderdale. It's not always like P.W. of course, but just think of P.W. on a smaller scale - every weekend* *weekends tend to start early here - like Thursdays, for instance ... but there's always pigsex being celebrated around here.

Even on rereading, this story is like the hottest on the site, and that's not to denigrate any other stories or authors who've also given us really excellent fi tion.

I would have to have someone else I trust in charge of who fucks me. Although the thought of not knowing who is fucking me is a total turn on I still have some standards. lol

Count me in too > But would want to fuck you once you have several loads in you. Love a sloppy cum hole and makes me even harder

Hope you have fun as well, I'll be there for part of Pig week (11/29-12/3) and will be super slutty!

Hey there. I’ll be at pig week from 11/24 - 12/3, staying in a studio at Casa Cordova. Looking for as many dicks and holes as I can take.

I'm surprised when I hear some bottoms don't do ass to mouth. Other than when I've gotten fucked for a quickie or unexpected fuck session I have always cleaned out extremely well. Usually thats about an hr of douching because I like long fuck sessions. I was doing ass to mouth as a teenager. The taste of a cummy cock of in between fuckings is so good. I can't help myself. I think 99% of the daddies who cum in me have gotten their cocks cleaned by my mouth after pulling out. The best side effect is when they get hard again while I'm tasting myself mixed with their load.

It's me again So I had my first experience at last. I found a guy 41yo on a dating app. My dream for finding someone "outside" did not come true, too romantic for today's standards. But I found a handsome man who was into me as I was into him. I think I had some risky behavrious but it was fun. I agreed to meet him outside the subway (he said he worked in a hospital nearby) and I got into his cars. I kept on thinking what my father would say about getting inside a stranger's car. I also had a thought of guilt that not even god would help a sinner like me but I pushed it away. I also had some horror movie-based thoughts. But I was not punished or murder and so far he's not a psycopath which is a positive thing. We went around with his car for a while. I was shy as fuck. I was not horny but the guy was my type I wanted him. Still believing that there's a slight chance I could get murdered I thought that I was lucky to be with him. We went into a nice bar and had a beer. We talked. He asked me if I wanted to get to his place. That was a tough call. Half of me wanted to go and half of me didn't feel ready to have sex. But anyway I thought that it was a now or never thing. I think that 99% of the time I had an innder dialogue with the angel and the devil (and me) inside me. I have to admit the guy had patience. We kissed a lot. Guys I'm a terrible kisser I need to practice, my teeth were hitting his, I didn't know this could happen. We got undressed and he hugged me. I liked that. He asked me to suck him. I felt like he was my training doll. I was asking him can I do this or can I do that and he would agree. He came in my mouth which I didn't know what to do. In my horny thoughts I would swallow but I was not sure I wanted but I did. It felt weird to go to the bathroom and spit. He fucked me after that quite soon. He smoked just before which without knowing, he triggered a kink of mine. He really tried when he fucked me but everything was painful. I mostly waited for him to cum. I was getting horny from him being horny. He helped me cum afterwards. He asked me to sleep with him and so we did. But I don't know why I didn't enjoy the fucking. It was painful, but I like the idea of being fucked

I took a deep inhale of my third cigarette in a row, while continuing to stare dumbfounded at my phone. Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp groups - all had been used to communicate to my nearest and dearest what I had become. It must have been so early on in the night that he had managed to unlock it by pointing it at my face without me knowing, given how long the pictures had been up. I had deleted them of course, but the damage was done. The vitriol in the messages and comments made it clear that people had seen it, and they were not amused. No more need to break up with Sarah, she was well aware of what I now was. Probably no need to get involved with the normally complicated planning of the family Christmas gathering, as I doubt any of them would want me there around my nieces and nephews. Unlikely to be many more drinks with the guys. Doubtful I would play football with that particular club again. Even if not everyone I was connected to had seen the graphic images, they would certainly hear about them. At least, for now, nothing related to my job seemed to have been affected. "I can't believe you did this to me" I quietly said to the pierced guy and his partner, before taking another deep draw on my cigarette. "Yeah, well, now you won't have any distractions getting in the way of servicing the many men who will want a piece of you" said the pierced guy, although I detected a slight hesitance in his voice. I was not convinced he had known his partner was going to do this. "You've destroyed my life" I said, a bit more firmly. "Your old life" the partner said. "That's not who you are anymore." "Fuck you" I replied. "That was for me to decide, not you." "Oh, he's finally growing a pair" replied the partner, sneering at me. "Bit late now though. If you'd shown you had a spine before now I might have reconsidered." Man, I had misjudged these two. Or at least the partner. I knew they were pushing me into things fast, but I never detected any malice before now. "Come on" said the pierced guy, quite gently. "We'll take you home. I think you've had enough for tonight." I was now convinced he hadn't played a part in what his partner had done. I looked at him, and then nodded. "Just you though" I said. "I'm done with your friend here." His partner sneered at me, but the pierced guy looked at him and nodded. The partner looked between the two of us, and then went back inside in a bit of a huff. "I'm sorry" said the pierced guy. "I didn't know he was going to do that." "Yeah, I figured" I replied. "I'm ruined." "You're not ruined" he said. "If your friends and family love you, they'll come around." "After I've apparently sent them graphic photos and videos of me getting gangbanged?" I responded. "Yeah" he sighed, "perhaps not." We stood looking at one another for a moment, and then he put his hand on my shoulder and encouraged me back inside. I got out of the restraints, and put my clothes and bling back on. From the sounds of it there was still plenty going on downstairs, but we slipped back outside and walked back to the car. "Where's home?" he asked. "Clapham" I replied. "But you can drop me off at a station or something." "No, that's OK" he said. "I think I owe you at least a chauffeur-driven ride home." The drive back was near silent. I mostly just stared out the window, losing myself in an increasingly panicked cycle of thoughts about what had happened and what was to follow. Sensing my deteriorating state of mind, shortly after setting out the pierced guy had pulled over, taken my phone out of my hands, put it on night mode and then handed it back, all without speaking. Thereafter I just watched the world go by, lost in my thoughts. Eventually we got back to the quiet street where Sarah and I rented an upstairs flat in a terraced house. Rather than just stopping and letting me out, he parked the car in a rare space and then sat for a moment. "Do you want to come in?" I eventually asked. Strangely, now that we were here, I felt like I needed company to stave off the panic. "Is that what you want?" he responded. "Yes" I stated. "Your partner is a cunt for what he has done to me, but you didn't know about that. Right now I don't think I want to be alone." "OK" he said, before opening the car door and climbing out. I did the same, lighting up a cigarette once I was on the pavement. We waited for a couple of minutes for me to quickly finish it, then I stubbed it out and plonked the butt into our wheelie bin. I then let us in, and we went upstairs. How things had changed since I was last there. I looked around at almost a living museum of the life I had led before the weekend. It wasn't really who I was, I knew that even while going along with it, but it was definitely a thing of the past now. I figured I would have to start the process of moving out the next day, although to go where I had no idea. I doubted I would have many offers of a spare room or sofa. "Would you like a drink?" I asked him, putting those thoughts aside for now.. "Are we here to drink?" he replied, after a pause. "I guess not" I said. Without any further words, I turned off the lights I had just switched on, and headed into the bedroom. He followed me in, and within a few minutes I was face down on the bed with his pierced cock once again buried deep up my hole. Sunday would be hell. Sunday would be the fallout. Sunday would be the first day of whatever life I was now going to be leading. But for now, I closed my eyes and just accepted my fate.

Part 5 (Programming note: I’m switching the POV to first person and will write the next section or two in the first person from Adam’s point of view. Hope that isn't confusing.) Josh kept playing with my hole while we made out in the back of Matt’s van. Every so often, he would tap the end of the huge butt plug that was stretching my ass open like never before. Every time I would moan deeply. My brain was kind of scrambled by the drugs and the intense lust I was feeling. The plug felt good but I wanted more cock. My brain was consumed by the desire to get fucked again and again. After a while, we stopped and the side door of the van opened. Josh gave the butt plug in my cunt one last thumping and we rearranged what little clothing we were wearing so we could get out. Matt and Ben grinned at us and Matt said “you ready faggot?” I got out of the van and we were in a small parking lot behind a four story brick building in a part of town I did not know. Matt didn’t wait for me to respond, he just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and out of the van. I was pretty unsteady on my feet from all of the drugs, so he held onto me so I didn’t lose my balance. I grabbed him around the waist and looked up into his face, which was grinning down at me. “Come on buddy boy. We’re gonna have some fun with you tonight!” The others just laughed and Josh jumped out of the van, holding onto Ben, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. I realized that I needed more pressure on my ass, so I started to reach into my shorts to touch the butt plug which was still deeply lodged in my hole. Matt saw what I was about to do and swatted my hand away.” “Bad faggot. Don’t touch the plug. Leave your pussy filled up. You’ll thank me later.” We walked to the nondescript door, Matt pressed a button and the door buzzed open. We all filed inside and we entered a small lobby with a window. Matt walked up and started conversing with the guy in the office, laughing and making jokes I couldn’t hear. The man in the back was handsome, in his 20s with a scruffy beard, hairy chest and no shirt on. He took Matt’s credit card and handed him back four keys, that I later found out were for our room and several lockers. Matt grabbed me and steered me toward the next door, which also buzzed open, and we entered the club. Loud house music was playing and we quickly found the large sling room that Matt had rented. I was still confused about what was going on, the drugs and my overwhelming need for cock meant I couldn’t really focus on much except my hole. I kept trying to touch the plug in my ass but one of the others would swat my hand away. We arrived at a door that said 101 on it, and was right across from a large shower area, sauna, steam room and hot tub. Matt opened the door and we all went inside. The guys quickly undressed me and I instinctively reached around again to play with the buttplug in my ass. This time Josh slapped my hand away and grinned. “Christ, faggot. Wait.” He grabbed my clothes and he and Ben briefly disappeared. When they came back a moment or two later, they both had towels wrapped around their waists, and Josh handed me a key. They all put their phones and, I later found out, my phone in a small locker in the room that Matt locked with his key. “That’s your locker key, faggot. But you won’t need it until you leave. Which won’t be for hours.” He reached over and put the elastic band around my upper arm, and pushed me back onto the bed. When I hit the mattress, the buttplug rubbed my prostate and made me moan, which elicited laughter from them. The room was dimly lit with a large flat screen TV playing bareback pro on one wall and a sling in the middle. I had heard of slings before but had never seen one, let alone gotten fucked in one. That was about to change. Josh said “Hey Matt, is Kevin gonna join us for some fun with the boy on his break? Might as well invite the staff to use our cumdump." They all laughed, and Matt said that Kevin (who I assumed was the hot man behind the window at the entrance) would be joining us later when his shift was over. “He’s also got some good shit for us.” Matt grinned and held up a small zippered pouch. “Gotta replenish our supplies.” He quickly held up four more loaded syringes and handed one to Josh and one to Ben. Then Matt pulled me up and pushed me toward the sling. I looked at him, confused, not understanding what I was supposed to do. He just laughed and said “lean back and I’ll help you up there.” I leaned back in the sling, he helped me into the leather seat and quickly secured my legs in the stirrups. I heard a sound and realized that Josh and Ben had both done their slams, the arm bands clicked off and both of them started to cough. Matt grinned at Josh and Ben who were making out on the bed, lost in each other, then he tied both of our arms off and inserted the needle into my arm. “Don’t move. OK?” I nodded and my heart started to race in anticipation of what was about to happen. He pulled back and got a register of blood on mine and then on his. He pushed the plunger down on his rig, then mine and reached over the release the band on my arm and then his, and when he put his arm in the air, I followed. My brain went into overdrive as the strong slam hit me hard. I started to cough and could feel my ass muscles pulling the buttplug in as far as it could possibly go. Matt leaned over and started to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Can’t wait to fuck you up some more and watch the rest of the guys in here use your pussy. You want that, Adam?” I grinned like a lunatic, nodded and said “I want it so bad, Matt. Please. Put your cock inside me.” Matt laughed and said “soon, boy. Don’t worry your hole is going to be dripping cum.” He reached over to the small pouch and pulled out a pill bottle, handing yellow pills to both Ben and Josh and took one himself. He popped the pill in his mouth and took a swig of water from a bottle on the table, handing the bottle to the others. They both laughed and swallowed the pill, stroking their cocks so they got hard. “Take that boner pill, guys. Let’s get this pig some loads. What do you say?” With that, Matt opened the door so people in the hallway could see my big hairy ass in the sling. The sling faced the doorway, so if you were in it, everyone could see when they walked by. I kept reaching down to push the plug further into my ass with my right hand, absently playing with my nipples with the left. Ben and Josh were making out on the bed, while Matt watched both of them and me, slowly stroking his huge, uncut cock. After a few minutes of relaxing and getting into our slams, I noticed a couple of men skittishly walking past the door. Then a man barely covering his crotch with the tiny bathhouse towel looked in and grinned. He was a tall muscular man, covered in dark hair with a buzz cut and a trim beard. I wanted him inside me more than anything I’d ever wanted before. “You boys got this faggot fucked up.” He could see a tiny drop of blood in the crook of my arm. “Playing darts? Naughty, naughty.” Matt laughed and said “You’re just mad because you didn’t get to watch me slam him into the stratosphere.” He laughed and said “you’re right about that. How many loads are in his cunt now?” “I dunno, seven or eight. Our dad fucked him earlier at our apartment.” “Wait. What? Your Dad? FUUUUUUCK that’s hot.” Matt laughed and said “we get that a lot. That’s my brother Josh over there and his boyfriend Ben.” Josh looked up from sucking Ben’s cock with lust in his eyes. “Hey man, you’re fucking hot. Take off that damn towel. Wanna see your cock.” The guy walked into the room and removed the towel to show off a very thick, uncut cock that was held in place by a thick metal ball stretcher and had a thick ring going through the head of his cock. Josh whistled and said “that’s gonna look good buried in his fagdump. You wanna be his first bathhouse load? He’s never been here before. We thought we should show him an extra good time.” The guy laughed and said “sure, that sounds like a good plan. If we’re lucky I got 3-4 loads in me. I’m Pete.” Matt stood up and grabbed Pete by the neck and kissed him deeply. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Matt and the pig is….well, he’s a fag. Basically just a hole. You can call him faggot or cunt.” For some reason, the way they were talking about me like I wasn’t in the room really turned me on, but my cock was shriveled up to nothing. If I wasn’t high I would be rock hard, but I was spun out of my head, and only wanted Pete’s dick (and every dick on the earth) inside me. I moaned and said “come on, man, stick your cock in my hole. I need more!” Matt laughed and said “see? He’s just a fucking fag hole. Go ahead and fuck him. Be sure to give him your load if you wanna shoot. All loads in his cunt.” Pete smiled and said “deal.” He walked over to the sling and touched the plug in my hole which made me moan loudly. “Damn this fag sure is noisy. Why don’t one of you plug his mouth cunt while I unplug his ass.” Matt stood up and slapped my face hard a couple times before he put his thick, floppy surfer dude cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. It quickly got fully hard but his foreskin still had some ass juice, jizz and piss under it which I greedily slurped. Suddenly, Pete grabbed the plug in my ass and yanked it out, dropping it on the table next to the sling. I gasped at the sudden emptiness in my ass and started to moan again, which caused Pete to slap my face this time. “Shut the fuck up, faggot. You want this cock?” “Yes sir! Please sir! Please breed my pussy!” All four of them laughed and Pete said “good little fagdump.” He spit in his hand, and lubed up his fat cock and quickly sank the entire length of it into my asshole. I moaned loudly as he buried his cock inside me. Ben and Josh were watching Matt and Pete use my holes, playing with each other’s cocks while three other men were standing in the doorway touching their cocks under their towels. I sure hoped they were going to wait their turns and use my holes.

After the 3 of them took turns on Daltons partied up fickhole, he was begging for more cock n meth. Please give me more! I cant get enough! He was spun out of this world n whimpering. Jesse said, We should take him to Tristans, hes got a houseful that can bang this faggot. What u say Dalton, wanna get even higher n get gangbamged? Oh fuck yes!! He moaned n squirmed please!! They got dressed n Tom calls up Tristan n says we got another chemwhore for u, this ones begging to be gangbanged after the 3 of us took turns on him. Yep, he turned out to be an insatiable cockwhore. Tristan said, Hot damn! Ive got 10 guys here now n can get alot more, bring the slut over! They arrive, Tristan introduces himself, Hey bitch! So u wanna get gangbanged? Well theres like 30 guys here n more on the way and lots of tina. We all went into a party room w a sling where Daltons spun ass was put into, slammed, more t laced lube pushed up his ass n him begging for dick now. Daltons a gangbang whore now, insatiable lil chemwhore.

PART 6 I spent the whole drive over shaking I was so nervous. Over and over i told myself to just turn around and what what was I thinking risking so much? The first time I didn’t know til it was too late , but this was different. And I couldn’t pretend to myself it wasn’t. My hard cock and hungry ass were leading me, overpowering every thought I had to just get away! There was no hiding it, Tim had told me flat out. He was hiv positive, poz as he called it. And he didn’t use condoms. And he had no intention of pulling out. And I had seen that huge cock and knew how deep it could be when he came. And I had seen those giant cum producing balls. He had to shoot a massive load. He will fill me up with it, his sperm. His HIV positive sperm. Spurt after spurt, his cock all the way inside me erupting. And fear took more of a backseat. I was a horny as hell 18 year old that had just discovered bottoming and had done it with a hot experienced hung top. And he had fucked me bareback and cum in me my first time. I couldn’t help wanting more. And I knew how amazing Tim was, how he had made it feel so good, had made me so hungry for cock and so wanting to be a proud gay bottom. A bareback bottom now, on my way to see him again. Still shaking, I rang his bell and he answered obviously nude and obviously knowing it would be me knocking. “I’m so glad you are here. I have thought about that hot ass so many time these last few days. And the way that mouth felt on my cock. And the taste of your asshole. Wanna go straight up?” He welcomed me shutting the door. Nodding eagerlly at home he responded by leading me up to the room I had been in before. This time, I was tearing at my clothes, my cock like steel already and eyes focused on Tim’s already hard meat. Naked, I fell to my knees and licked the shaft from the base to the head, before swirling my tongue around the big mushroom head. Tasting precum, I lost my self and opened wide and took as much as I could. Concentrating on relaxing my throat, I tried to take more and more burn woukd gag occasionally and have to back off. I was trying my best to please him, to be a good cocksucker. “Fuck yeah”, he growled, “that’s so good. Suck that fucking dick. Get it ready. I’m gonna fuck you with it in about 30 seconds.” I grew every more eAger in my sucking, wanting to show my enthusiasm for what he said. “Get up, get on the bed on your back and pull your legs up,” he ordered as he reached for his lube and applied some to my hole and to his cock. Standing over me, his cock head an inch from my starving hole, he looked down and asked me, “what’s my boy want? Does my boy want me to put my cock inside him right now?” “Yes! Fuck yes”, I cried out. “There’s no condom on this cock”, he whispered as he began to tease my hole by rubbing the tip against it. “No condom. No condom.”, I repeated in an almost begging tone. He was driving me to the edge, making me want him so badly. “Should I pump all of my cum Into your hole when I shoot? Should I give you my sperm when we both know I am hiv positive? What do you want?”, he whispered as the pressure on my hole gradually increased. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up with it! All of it! PleAse just please fuck me til you cum!” I whimpered. With that, he pushed in and i I felt that piercing pain followed by a dull ache as my almost virgin hole tried to relax. He gently worked his big meat into me, slowly rocking his hips pushing deeper and deeper. Then starting to take longer strokes as my breath became gasps and I started losing myself to the sensations of pleasure in my hole. It wasn’t long til I was lost. The only thing on earth that mattered was Tim and his huge cock and me and my tight little hole. We were connected. Eyes locked, him grunting and huffing as I began to feel my breAth knocked out with every deep stroke. His ball were now slapping against me when he drove home and I reveled in knowing he was in me ball deep. I was taking all of him. Raw. He was pumping hArd and his thrusts began to pick up speed, his ups bucking erratically. I recognized this from last time and concentrated on trying to take every single bit of that cock inside me while squeezing and miliking it. “Fuck yes, squeeze that fucking cock Chris. Earn that load. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my sperm in you.” He grunted. “Fucking please cum in me. Please cum in me. I want it in me. I want your cum all inside me. I won’t let it leak at all. Please!” I begged him. “Big poz load. Gonna give it to you. Fucking dump that cum deep inside you.!” He muttered between clenched teeth as he was slamming into me. “Yeah. Big load. Big poz load. Inside me. All of it. Poz load inside me. Poz load inside Me.” I just kept saying it. Then I felt it his pace grew ever faster and then he drove deep and collapsed onto me and i felt that huge rod pulse and throb as his sperm entered me and splattered into my guts. I squeezed and milked it and wrapped my arms around him to hold him insode me. The throbs slowly ebbed and he pulled back up and looked down at me. My stomach was covered in my own cum? I had shot without touching myself. He made no move to pull out and I made no attempt to back off it. Instead I looked up with a guilty grin and knew inside there was no way I could stop doing this. Getting fucked without condoms and taking Tim’s cum. It was like a drug. I was already hooked. What was I gonna do now? This is crazy! But fuck his cum is in me and that thought still scared me but it was turning me on more. A lot more.

PART 3 Finally, Tim backed off and that slick wet tongue that had been giving my ass so much pleasure was gone. I arched my back and moaned, I just wanted more so bad. “Don’t worry Chris, I haven’t even started pleasuring your little boyhole. I just wanted you to see what your ass does to me,” Tim said rising up. His cock was rock hard. A bead of precum was dripping off the tip. I practically dove up to get to it, that massive man cock. My teachers man cock. And my mouth opened greedily to savor it. I wanted that big dick in my mouth so badly. But first I had to lap that precum up, as my tongue flicked out and licked and swirled on his big mushroom head. Lips already wet with spit, I slid my mouth down on his shaft. I lost myself in sucking him. I worshiped it with my mouth. I pulled off and licked and sucked on his balls and then returned to sucking the head. I tried my best to please him. I wanted to be a good cocksucker for him. With him standing just next to the edge of the bed, I was on my hands and knees to reach him and so when he leaned over me, it wasn’t hard for his hands to reach my ass. His very wet fingers felt cold for just a moment when they touched my hole, but quickly grew warm. It was my first time having my ass lubed, but I knew it wasn’t spit. His hand pulled away and then returned, and my hole and as crack grew slick, so slick his finger just eased into me. The pressure and fullness felt incredible and i arched my back. I sucked with even more desire, as his finger slowly opened me up. It wasn’t spoken when he pulled away and then guided me around. He spread my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My slick and shiny hole was presented to him, my cheeks spread wide. He slowly stroked his rock hard cock. He knew he was about to fuck me and I knew he was about to fuck me. I was still nervous but I wanted it so bad. He had driven me to the point where I just needed hot gay man sex. Nothing else mattered except this hot older guy and his giant beautiful penis. Finally, I felt it. The head of his cock. Only instead of pushing in, he was slowly rubbing the head against my hole. The slight slight pressure and the gentle tiny circles drove me crazy. It felt SO good. He had one hand on his cock and one hand keeping me in place. I knew he didn’t have a condom on. I was really aware of that and it kept running through my head, but it felt so good. And I was 18 and with a guy more than twice my age. And I knew I wasn’t gonna say anything if he didn’t. The rubbing and pressure kept making me just want him more and more. So much that when he finally leaned in and whispered “I’m going to fuck you now,” I just whimpered “Please!”. And the circles stopped and the pressure got stronger. I tried to relax. He pushed and then I felt a sharp stab in my hole and I gasped and threw inches of bare cock was inside me and I was no longer a virgin. He paused and stroked my back gently. “Relax, just relax and open up. Let that hole open up for me,” he whispered, adding “let me show you how good my cock can make you feel.”

Hey, I'm Tawnie! A 'lil CD Cum Slut; I recently got a new supplier, and judging by this last weekend looks like its going to be a great business relationship! This is a true account from last Saturday, April 15 2017; just didn't know where else it belonged... I've got a new connect, David, a cool guy and not hard to look at in the least! I had been invited to hang around before and didn't do much more than smoke out and watch porn. But this particular Saturday I was broke and kinda Jones'n; so I called David, and well I just sorta beat around the bush for a bit until finally he asked how much I was wanting... I confessed that I was broke but eager to get "up" and had been terribly horny All day (hint-hint). David being the nice guy he is said, "come on over the first bowl is on me; the rest you can figure out while you do whatever you can till daylight." Hmmm, the gears started turning! I went to make sure all was good with my twat and got over to David's in just about 20 minutes! He exclaimed, "you are anxious aren't you!" I sheepishly giggled, "yeah!" He loaded the bowl he had promised and as he handed to me he said, " make yourself at home; do what you want to to encourage my clientele to share, but make it a fair trade. No mooching!" I agreed to the terms and smoke the bowl he had loaded, getting excited thinking about what may happen this evening... He offered me the adjoining room to his office which had a couch, a mattress on the floor in the middle of the room, a small table, and a Giant flat screen playing non-stop porn! I called it the Fun Spot for the night!!! David asked me if I wanted him to help me by advertising my hole for trade to all Cummers? And of course I said, "yes sir please!" So every one that contacted him for business got a short bit on what was available this Saturday; my little Cum Hole for breeding, just keep me spun!!! So I hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties down over my little ass and bent over the couch ass towards the office, lubed my hole, started watching porn and waited... After maybe 30-40 minutes I heard David go to the door and open it, as he did I could hear the voices of at least 2 others talking to David! They started to get to business and I heard one of the guys ask, "so that's the cock hole?" David allowed I was; while I started to work my ass letting them know I was eager for Cock! I heard one of them enter the room and felt a warm hand on my ass, and immediately felt it go for my hole! I arched back to show my enthusiasm; and I could hear what sounded like a torch being fired up. The owner of the hand was handing me a pipe that had just been handed to him; I glanced back and said, "thank you" As he handed me the pipe he asked, "fair trade for me and my friends?" I wasn't sure how many there were; and didn't care i just said, "y'all get what you want I'm gonna smoke this while you get busy!" I love, Love having Cock in my hole while I'm smoking; makes me deliciously wicked!!! One of them asked, " condoms?" to which I replied, "don't have any..." they just kind of looked at each other for a minute until the one farthest away pushed the the others aside and got behind me and as I went back to the pipe I heard a zipper. I excitedly started wiggling my my ass and pushed back! He met me and slid what felt like a pretty big cock head across my twat a few times, until I felt it in just the right spot and pushed back and took all of; must have been at least 7" of hard throbbing Cock!!! He liked that action and told his buddies, " got a hot little horny Cum Hole here boys!" That's all I needed; and I was grinding back on him for all I was worth! While I was fucking back on the Cock in my twat I felt more hands on my ass; as the owner to the Cock buried up in me started to growl and thrust, shoving every centimeter into my hungry little hole. Then he growls Loud and long and I can feel him swell inside me as he spunks my little Cock Slot for a good 2 minutes; then pulls out with a sloppy sound and says, "next!" * to be continued

** oops, saw a typo above... That was supposed to be, "Big Bad Wolf" * continued After those fellas had Cum and gone, it was pretty quiet for a bit. So much so I began digging around in my back pack I had brought for one of my toys... I have two; Blue and Big Red. As I pulled out Blue I heard David shuffling around in his office in the adjoining room. As I looked his direction I heard him say, "really?" Like a kid caught in the cookie jar; all I could say was, "well, I need more..." blushing as I responded. Then I noticed David had an odd look on his face, one I couldn't read. So I asked, "what's up?" Now he was acting like the kid caught in the cookie jar; finally he said, "well watching you over there kinda... made me... maybe..." See the thing about David, he really is a nice guy. Polite even which you don't see often in his line of business. I've been told he does have an edge to him; but I don't think that's his nature really! So I turned around and sat properly on the couch, gave my most innocent look, patted the spot next to me; "would you please come tell me what your thinking?" What he did next made me giggle out loud; he starts rubbernecking as if to make sure no body is watching, although he knows at the moment we're alone! Once he comes into the room; I pat the spot next to me again telling him, "let me show you what I've been thinking about?" He sits down like he's all shy and nervous; as I gently start touching his thigh I tell him, " your so cute, do you mind if I show you how grateful I am for letting me hang out. And making me feel safe as well? " He starts to say, "well I...". I can tell he's not sure in his mind; but the giant bulge in his jeans is enough for me! So I tell him, "let me show you what I was thinking, and anytime you want me to stop just say so. No worries okay?" He slowly nods his head in agreement as I slowly, gently unzip his jeans purposely building his frustration and desire. I'm so bad; but if he doesn't stop me, he's gonna love it!!! * to be continued

...sorry about that; Mr. Cold hands came by with a few buddies (don't fret, here in a bit is when I first meet him). Now where was I? oh yeah... * continued And while this new Big Cock Fucked my hole his two remaining friends got on either side of me , bent over the back of the couch in a similar fashion. The one on my left handed me a bowl and said, " lets get spun" Then the fella on my right repeated what his friend had said; as I added; "and fill me with lots of Cum!" "Here it is little Slut, have my 3 months of Spunk !!!" That got me going again; as I literally tried to fuck his legs off, he screamed like an Indian on the war path, and he pumped so much cum in my hole I felt, and sure I looked like a Cum Foutain! Blowing out huge clouds, being pumped over full with Cum; I did feel delicious. 'Lil Spun Cock Whore Exhibitionist Cum Slut Delicious When #2 pulled out, I could barley keep it in me as it ran down the insides of my thighs... I Love being a Wanton Cum Slut, just being used for my holes. Feels so right!!! Now this 3rd fella was just starring at my Cock Hole with Cum running out of me, his hand strangling a Giant Porn Quality Cock.... I said, "mount up hand, I don't want to be here sucking wind to long; Fuck me please...! He looked from my Twat and back up into my eyes several times; and finally muttered, "I don't know? I might cum too quick!" I had to giggle; "Babe I Love quickies, if you shoot to quick hell I'll let you Fuck me again; and again... You get the picture? I'm not sure what he said; he just mumbled something and got in behind me and went to work for a good four minutes! And then he started sounding like the Big Bad huff'n and puff''n like he was about get after those pigs in the story. ...when he started holler'n, "I'm shoot'n a buch more cum up in ya; do you want it all?" Well sir; that's when I put it down into low gear and worked back on his Cock like my life depended on it! * to be contiued

* continued As the first Cum Donor slid his still hard Cock out of my hungry little box with a definite Cummy slurp sound; the others I now counted 3 more gathered around me with the kind of enthusiasm that a Cum Slut like myself Loves! I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the attention; fact is I crave it! Quite possibly one reason I am such a Wanton Slut? As my three new fellas groped and fondled me I cooed my pleasure as I suggested, "Cock me...?" One of them side stepped into perfect alignment with my Cum Hole and sooo gently slid in every bit of 9" to the hilt till I felt his balls on my taint! What could I do but request my desire? "Fuck me Deep and Long Stroke me , please. Pretty please, kind sir?" (Uh-oh, somebody is here to Fuck me....)

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 05 The following day I called Dante and told him, that Marcus and his friends were still amazed of the good job he had done and that they would like to meet him again soon. I’ve made an agreement with Marcus, that the little bitch would serve them for more poz fuck. Quite a lot guys enjoyed the feeling to convert an innocent one. Tonight for example a group of perverted bikers were in town, looking for the right kind of fun. So I suggested to Dante, that it would be nice, if we would be able to repeat that whole game again tonight. Dante apologized, but he wanted to celebrate his anniversary with his boyfriend and they had already made plans for a romantic dinner. I was a bit disappointed and told him, that I was an invited guest. It would be impolite, if I refused the invitation, so I told him I would find someone else to accompany me. Silence…. “Hello…. ?” I asked through the telephone. “Well… maybe…. I can make arrangements…..” “But it is your anniversary” I interfered “That’s an important date… I totally understand that.” “Yes, but I would like to be with you also, and I don’t want you to meet other guys.” he answered slowly. “You know, I can still have dinner with him tomorrow…” he didn’t sound very convincing. We agreed to meet at 8 pm and to drive back to Michael’s place to enjoy another night of sex and action. Dante told his boyfriend, that one of very best friends had lost his kitten due to a careless driver and ‘she’ would be devastated right now and needed moral support. And his boyfriend believed him. Love is blind… you see…. I was staggered, when he showed up at the agreed time. His white jeans and white shirt was way too tight, but he looked hot in it. He stepped into my car and smiled cutely at me and then went down on my cock to suck me while we drove to Marcus’s place. I almost pumped my poisoned cum into his mouth, but I told him to go slowly. I wanted to enjoy the whole evening with him. There was no need to hurry. We entered the premises and Marcus gave us a warm welcome. “Here is the ‘fluffer-boy’ I told you about…. and almost 20 guys turned to Dante immediately and some of them high-fived him. The guys twisted his tiny and erected nipples, which made the boy moan loudly. Dante looked at me and whispered, that he didn’t recognize any of the guys from last night. Some of them looked quite dangerous and reminded him of a biker gang. I misunderstood Marcus (on purpose) and this was actually a totally different group than the other night. Dante sighed. He didn’t like this idea. More and more people got to know him. This was too dangerous, since he still got a current boyfriend. He turned to Marcus and said he was not happy with this development and Marcus totally supported him. He announced to the entire group, that the guys should respect the privacy of the fluffer, because his real boyfriend didn’t know, that he was here – sucking dick. The twink looked shocked as he saw the grinning and estimated faces of the bystander. The group of men nodded mockingly. They wouldn’t hold it against Dante, if he did a good job. Someone shouted ‘Give him the gift and send him back to his boyfriend’ Everybody was laughing – even Dante reluctantly did. “Oh well – where do you want me to take your loads. Do you want to splash into my eyes…. here? Like last night?” Dante asked softly. “Oh, that is important. Thanks for pointing that out. I suggested to this group, that you would suck dicks and would accept the guys shooting the cum right into your eyes.” Marcus told merely to Dante. “But imagine, they had the same event two days ago with another guy and they want to do something else. I told them, since you specified the rules last night, it would be fair, if they could decide tonight, what is hot…. and what is not.” he continued with his fib. He took Dante by the hand. “The group wants you to kneel… here! Yes… next to the sling…. no… more to the left. Perfect!” “Here you will suck the guys hard and as you can see, you will be placed next to the bitches ass, who will be abused in this sling tonight. This way the fucker can withdraw his cock from your mouth and immediately start fucking the whore. But he can also get out of the cunt and fuck your face for some assistance again. Do you get it?” Marcus asked Dante harshly. The twink nodded slowly. “This way you can concentrate on the next guy already and still assist the current top” he smiled at Dante. “They would also like you to swallow the cum after every third of fourth deposit. For this… you just move over here and put your open mouth over the asshole of the ass whore. Then he will fart the cum straight into your waiting mouth. You will wait until the cunt tells you he is finished farting into your mouth. Then you turn to us and show us the deposits. We tell you when to recycle the cum and then you simply swallow it. Don’t foget to show your empty mouth to us again. And you got to lick the asshole too. It should be cleaned out, so the next alpha male can get to business. Then you move back to your first spot again and the whole thing repeats itself.” Marcus looked expectant. “Can I talk to you, please?” he asked me. “Of course” I said but I showed no intention to move to a more private area. “Speak up….” “I don’t want to swallow the cum from guys I don’t know.” he whispered. The bikers grinned evilly. “Well…. hmm… well try to know them better. Ask their names, before you start sucking them. This way you would know them” I suggested. “But you told me, if I would swallow other guys cum, you would call me a cheater” Dante insisted. “No baby… I told you once, if you would suck a guy and swallow his cum – then you would be a cheater. But you are recycling the junk of other tops. The guy in the sling is the slut. He drains the nuts of these fellow gentlemen. You are just cleaning the mess up and this is exactly what a fluffer boy has to do.” I could see in his eyes he was confused. He wasn’t able to decide what was wrong and what was right. He lost his moral compass interacting with me. Every day a little bit more. Soon he would take dicks in a dark room. He was on its way to be a super bareback poz slut. “What about diseases? Are you all clean?” he asked and knew the answer already. Marcus told him, that he had checked all the papers one hour ago and all the guys were clean. No STD in sight…. such a fucking liar. “Oooookay…..” the boy sighed. Dante started to undress slowly. The guys were luring around him and touched his body. His nipples got twisted again and the blonde angel squirmed and squeaked from time to time. While he took his spot next to the sling, he got on his knees and three biker guys surrounded him. He started massaging their huge bulges through their leather pants and jeans. Suddenly there was a little commotion. The ‘slut’ entered the room and the guys went ballistic. Another twink actually got dragged into the room. He wasn’t able to stand on his own feet. He gazed around with a distant look. The dark haired teen has been drugged or he was totally intoxicated, or maybe both. The huge guys blocked Dante’s view. He just heard them clapping their hands, shouting obscenities. The ‘slut’ got positioned into the sling. He wore a tight jockstrap. Dante could see the hairless ass and he noticed, that the bikers were quite rough on the other young whore. He heard the boy moan, because some of the guys enjoyed squeezing the teen’s balls. “Are you the fluff-boy?” addressed to him. Dante didn’t react at once and got slapped into his face. “I said, are you the fucking fluff-boy?” the leather daddy repeated himself. “Yes Sir. My name is Dante” he replied sweetly. “I don’t care. Start sucking my dick. I want to fuck this filthy whore” he answered. “What is your name?” Dante asked politely. “I’m your first John… now start sucking, or you will deeply regret it” he roared. Dante started to unbuckle the heavy leather belt and opened the cage to a nice big cock. He was semi-hard, but even in this state it was impressive. Dante started licking the glans penis. The leather guy grabbed the boy’s blonde hair and started pumping his rapidly hardening cock deep into Dante’s throat. Really impressive, I thought. It must have been at least ten inches. The slutty bitch in the sling would definitely burst, if this king-size anaconda was raping his hole with this ‘big-gun’ Another guy needed already attention, although Dante’s mouth was still occupied he had to stroke at least one cock already, to keep the guys hard for the action. The leather daddy changed the hole now. He wasn’t the romantic type. You could see his positioned himself at the tight opening and while he drew the twink’s body closer to him, he used all his power to penetrate the ‘slut’ in one swift motion. You could hear the daddy grunt loudly, while he bottomed out. Although the bitch was sort of unconscious, he was still making whining noises and this made the biker even more aggressive. He slammed his pelvis against the young guy’s entrance. This was more than just an aggressive fuck. It was more like the boy got butchered alive. Although he had stamina, you could see and hear, that the first top was close to shoot. “You fucking dirty whore. This is what you get you filthy little punk. I hope I knocked you up you stupid cunt. Thought you could earn some money you bitch?” he groaned, “Now I will kill you…. I will kill you…. you little fag….. you stupid fuck…. this is all you can get….” and with this words he shot his highly toxic venom deep inside the ‘sluts’ ass. Dante had not time listening to all the shouting. He looked up to the second guy who wanted a blow-job, to get hard for the final act. “Hey my name is Dante. What’s yours?” he asked again “I’m your John too…. now suck!” the seconds guy ordered. Dante was so busy doing a good job and still his mind wandered to the sling. He imagined it could be him manhandled this way. And all of a sudden, he was scared…. curious…. excited…. He needed Scorpion’s dick. He wanted him so badly. Tonight…..

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 04 We exchanged our cell-phone numbers and he saved my number under the name of his best female friend. He was so scared, that his boyfriend would find out about the things he had done, but he couldn’t stop either. He got addicted to the size of my cock. So the next day, I got a call from Dante, but I told him I was busy being at work. He was sad but understood. Then he called me the following day and begged me to see me, but my jealous boyfriend (which I didn’t have) was the reason I couldn’t make a date. On the third day he whispered to me over the phone, he missed me so much that he couldn’t eat or drink. He needed to see me urgently. I asked him, why he was whispering and he told me his boyfriend was just in the next room cooking the dinner and he needed to be discreet. I found a reason, why I couldn’t see him and I could almost feel him cracking down on the other side of the line. On the fourth day I asked Dante if he would like to meet me in a friend’s flat. We were a small group of guys who wanted to relax a bit and have a good time. He asked me if I knew the guys. I told him, they were more or less pals I go out to a club or a bar. So the next date appeared and I could see Dante was excited to see me again. He was shivering, when he entered my car. I looked deeply into his eyes and it looked like he almost shed a tear. “What happened…?” I asked him. “Nothing…. I am just so happy, that we are finally meeting again.” Dante whispered softly. “I thought you wouldn’t want to meet me again after the last date.” “Why?” I wanted to know. “I was so stupid, telling you about feeling like a whore….” he muttered. “When I came home I thought about what happened and I remembered when you shoved me in the cinema and told me you would go…. and this frightened me beyond measure.” he answered me. “I want to be close to you, no matter what….” he smiles a boyish smile at me. “Believe me - I will never let you go. I feel like you and I will be bonded for a lifetime.” I smiled back at Dante. So we drove to my friends flat, but Dante didn’t know, that the next step was staged up for him. We arrived at the apartment complex and my ‘friend’ Marcus welcomed me with the words ‘What are you guys doing here?’ I played the surprised and asked him, what he meant with that. We were invited guests for a nice get together. By that, the host eventually told me, that he mixed the dates up and that they had a gangbang party going on right now with one slut and ten tops fucking the bitch. Dante seemed to feel uneasy, but Marcus came straight to the point. “Are you a bottom?” he asked Dante. Dante didn’t reply but I nodded for him and said ‘Yes, he is.’ Marcus asked Dante if he would like to spread his legs next to the slut number one. Dante lost all his color, but didn’t reply again. “No way Jose…. he is not a whore to slut around on a gangbang party” I stated and Dante sighed relieved. “But you could fluffer… are you a good fluffer?” Marcus impored. “He is great in sucking, but why should he do that? What’s the treat?” I wanted to know. “Please… we are desperate. Charlie plays the fluffer right now, and you know Charlie. It looks like Rosie O’Donnell is on her knees sucking you hard” Marcus exclaimed. “I heard that you stupid bitch” a male voice from the other room could be heard. “What do you say?” I asked Dante. “You want to help those fellows out as the fluff-boy?” “I don’t know. Wouldn’t you be mad at me? I mean I will suck so many guys here” he mumbled. “Baby – I told you before. If you are just letting them use your mouth, to make them hard… that is no sex at all. As long as you don’t suck to swallow, everything is fine for me. You need to relax and to be sure about what’s right and what is wrong in life.” I explained to Dante. I could see the boys brain working already. “We could ask them for a favour… oh yes…. yes…. you remember your reddish eyes, when I shot my cum right into your eyes? You liked that very much, didn’t you?” I asked him open heartedly. He nodded slowly. “See – we could tell them, that instead of shooting into a rubber (it was a bareback party all the time – but the fluffer wouldn’t see it, from his point of view) they ought to shoot right into your eyes again. What do you say?” I waited for his answer. “That sounds extremely hot.” he whispered to me. I told Marcus our demand and he just smiled at Dante and led him into another room, where a guy was in a sling and got fucked already and another guy was on his knees in quite a distance and sucked one cock after another hard. “Listen guys, this is our new Fluffer. Rosie get up. Fluffer on your knees. Only requirement now, every shot has to be directed right into our fluffer’s open eyes. The slut in the sling moaned ‘What…. what is this shit….’ But since Dante set the rules, his rules had to be obeyed. Dante undressed his t-shirt only and threw it onto a chair nearby. He gave me also his wallet to hold it. There were so many alpha males in the room and most of them had the certain ‘biohazard’ symbol tattooed. But Dante had no clue what it meant and he was so busy sucking anyway. Every time the sluts hole in the sling was empty, Dante’s guy walked up to fuck the whore raw. Dante was not able to see that. He really thought this was a safe only party. He also didn’t know, that the virus could be easily transmitted through his eyes and he just had a herd of very toxic dicks in front of him. He was so naïve and in a way still innocent, and this made him so attractive to all the guys in the room. They knew, the only neg boy in this room… was Dante. He got so excited, when the first poz dick announced he was about to shoot. Everyone gave way to him and he positioned himself in front of Dante and jerking his cock right in front of his eyes. “Look at my dick… keep your eyes open, whore….. take it *grunt* Hold your fucking eyes open you bitch. The explosion was so hard, that Dante accidently closed his eyes too early and so just a very small portion of the nasty cum reached it destination. “Stop rubbing your eyes whore and sit there on your knees, so a next stud can share his cum with you….” the fucker hissed. It didn’t take long and two guys were actually expressed, they would simultaneously shoot their cum. This time Dante was prepared. He held with both hands each upper eye lid, to make sure the eyes wouldn’t close and just saw the huge cock heads in front of him. He tried to focus on both cock clits but it was impossible, so he stared to one and then the other. He heard the guys moan before they actually ejaculated, but when they did it was a huge mess. The cum splashed at least five times from every cock against Dante’s eyes and although it was stinging like hell, he was rock hard in his jeans. He was told not to touch his face. The guys liked the messy face and called Dante several inappropriate names. One guy after another was unloading his venomous semen onto Dante’s eyes. They didn’t care about his health. They didn’t care about his life. They just cared about pozzing a twink without mercy and without him knowing the immense danger of his action. In the meantime he was totally blinded by the cum in his eyes. It was running down his cheeks and down his chin and was pooling between his bend knees. While another jock was jerking in front of little Dante, I took out his ID card and asked a guy close to Dante’s head, to hold the ID next to the side of his face. I snapped some pictures with my mobile. They were showing beautifully the messed up face of this abused cunt face. I made a thumb up to the guy helping me and he grinned, when he handed me the ID back. Before we left this party and my boy was in the restroom cleaning his face, Marcus asked me, if I would really like the video of the whole session being uploaded on ‘YouPorn’, I told him it would be okay for me, if only our faces were disguised and the title had to be:’ The conversion party through Dante’s eyes’ Marcus said all the necessities would be done, before the video would get an upload. This night might have been the night, when Dante’s fate was sealed. But then again - miracles can happen… right?

Part 5: Splat – splat – SPLAT! My long W.A.B. (Wreckin-AIDs-Bone) was churning that buttery hole deep. Little foil, Land-O-Lakes butter packets lay scattered on the floor and as I planted my feet, the Asian bottom I had met in the alley the day before behind his family’s restaurant jumped back on my dick and rode me like a pro. He agreed to keep me stocked with all the food I could carry each day if I dicked his winking hole, so I met him behind the restaurant, followed him in the back door and down the stairs to a small basement storeroom. I prefer to fuck dry or with just spit, but he started opening butter packets like a squirrel frantic for the last nutt before winter, and dobbing his hole with them. I didn’t like it. Not at all. Yeah my 10-inch dick was hard, and he was moaning as I pulsed his hole into orgasmic bliss, but naw, not my roll. I like it when the bottom hurts. When they resist. When they want it, but their body ain’t prepared, and I get to make them open up like I want. “Cum in me, yeah please give me that black dick, oh that feels so fucking good, please cum, shoot your load deep, I want it harder,” the Asian guy begged. On and on he begged. Too fucking chatty for me too, but this was business, so I let him think he was getting my load – tops can fake it too. “HERE COMES THAT BBC LOAD – THAT WHAT YOU WANT? FILLING THAT SLOPPY HOLE – PUSHING IT IN THERE – FUCKING YOU LIKE A SLUT FOR THIS DICK – OH YEAH, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT…” There. Done. Now on to real biz. I told him I would be back at the alley door in an hour and he said he would have my food ready. Time to get my AIDs Bone into some real raw ass and shred it. I wiped my dick down, then wiped it down some more until I was finally grease free. Back in the alley I shifted down a couple of buildings, leaned against the wall in the shadows, lit a cigarette, and waited. Right on time Mr. Wall Street slunk down the alley. His steps were tentative, like a man on his way to his execution and in some ways guess he was. I calmly waited; he got closer, paused, looked around like he was reconsidering. I stood straight, my ribs showing as I poked my chest out, held the cigarette between my teeth, unzipped my pants and hauled out my thick, hard dick. My toxic precum was already drooling from the tip like the venom of some alien monster in a sci-fi movie. Wall Street edged closer. He was sweating, but not just from the heat wave blasting NYC, but from the blasting he knew my dick was going to give his ass. Wall Street was all twitchy, shaky, his eyes darting back and forth. He was hooked. He needed his fix. This is what BBC withdrawal looks like. “Get on your knees. Taste that dick drool,” I ordered. Wall Street squinted his nose in disgust as he looked at his high price suit then looked at the broken pavement in the dirty alley. But, he obeyed. Yes, he was a bitch at heart – or was now that I had plowed him and shown him the joys of serving a nasty BBC freak like me. Wall Street winced as he got on his knees, his clean cut face and high dollar haircut in sharp contrast to the filth that surrounded us and to the thug, street, BBC hanging in mid-air. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes like he was afraid it was going to bite him. Aiight then, time to spit some venom in those cheeks. Before Wall Street could react I dropped the butt of my now finished cigarette onto the ground, grabbed his head in a vice grip, drove my 10-inches into his mouth as far as I could, and as he flailed and gagged and realized his neck was stuffed and he could not breath I snarled, “THAT’S RIGHT FUCKING FAGGY – TASTE THAT AIDS BONE. SUCK THAT JUICE – LITTLE POISON CARAMEL, CANDY APPLE RIGHT THERE. LET ME HEAR YOU GAG AND SPIT IT UP. THAT’S ALL THE FUCKING LUBE YOU GET. WHY ELSE YOU HERE – TRYING TO GET THAT BITCH HOLE CUNT WRECKED AGAIN AIN’T YOU? ANSWER ME WHEN I FUCKING ASK YOU A QUESTION – SLAP THE FUCK OUT OF YOU – THAT’S RIGHT – NOD THAT HEAD, DRIBBLE THAT SNOT ONTO MY DICK – FUCKING POWERLESS BITCH IS ALL YOU ARE – NOW GET THE FUCK UP!!” Wall Street had tears running down his face, snot coming out his nose, streams of drool down his chin – HA! What a fucking sight. I could tell he was not a practiced dick sucker – or more likely that was the first real meat he had ever choked on. Hmm…. Note for next time, but today, today was all about wrecking that hole some more. As he stood up Wall Street started to object, “I…I don’t think I can get fucked again. You made it bleed a little yesterday and so I’m pretty tender, and sore, and…..” A quick left hook tap got his attention, then I grabbed him hard, pushed him against the wall, and started rubbing my monster dick against the back of his high-priced suit to dry it off. “I don’t give a fuck if it hurts and frankly, it’s supposed to. You’re supposed to feel the dick, feel that black shaft hurt that pink hole, feel it tonight when you lying in bed, remembering what a bitch you are for a real man. Now shut the fuck up and show me what you got or else we wasting our time,” I said. Wall Street fumbled in his coat pocket, pulled out his wallet, it was good and stuffed again and every bill was a silent plea for me to rape fuck that ass. To make hurt all over. To fill him with dirty dick and cum. I emptied his wallet, handed it back to him, he started to shake again. “Drop those fucking pants and stick that ass out. Show me you want this AIDs Bone,” I demanded. Wall Street was overcome now with his need and his belt buckle clanged like a dinner bell as it hit the pavement, he grunted as I pushed him against the wall, and started panting like a porch hound as I covered his mouth with my left hand, lined up my dry dick and pushed as hard as I fucking could. Shock. Pain. Desire. Need. Wall Street’s body and mind convulsed as my BBC ripped that white hole back open. “YOU LIKE BEING ON THE BUSINESS END OF THIS THUG DICK? YOU LIKE BEING MY WHITE BITCH? THAT PUSSY’S IN HEAT – SUCKING THIS MONSTER DICK IN – FEEL IT SCRAPING THOSE WALLS UP? YEAH YOU DO – YEAH YOU DO – SEND YOU BACK TO YOUR OFFICE WITH MY AIDS BONE NUTT DEEP IN THAT HOLE. FUCK HELL THAT ASS IS TIGHT! RAPING THAT BUG CHASING ASS – GOING TO POZ THAT HOLE AGAIN, MAKE YOU MINE. STRUGGLE FOR ME – THAT’S IT – FIGHT THAT AIDS BONE – FIGHT THAT WRECKIN DICK – CLAMP THAT HOLE AND TRY TO PUSH ME OFF YOU YOU CUM HUNGRY MOTHA-FUCKA! GOD DAMN WEEK ASS FAGGY, TAKE THIS NUTT – TAKE THIS LOAD IN THEM GUTS – FEEL THAT SHIT GO DEEP UP IN THERE – HELL YEAH! FILLING THAT ASS – FILLING THAT ASS – AAAHHHH…..” I ripped my dick out of his bruised hole, peeked at it, saw my nutt was still streaming, slammed it back in as hard as I could and angled against his walls to wipe the head clean. A few deep strokes and when I ripped it out this time, looked like I had finished off, released my grip on Mr. Wall Street, let him slump against the wall, stuffed my wet, still hard meet back into my dirty jeans, and lit up a fresh cigarette. Even in the shadows I could see how flushed and turned on Wall Street was and when he turned around and started to pull his pants back up he also started to talk. “I’m not here to chat, listen to your mouth, be your buddy, or none of that shit so if it’s not about business or you begging for more of this dick, then shut the fuck up.” Wall Street’s eyes got wide, he hung his head in submission, buckled his pants then reached into another coat pocket and handed me a cell phone. “I got this for you – if that’s OK – I thought, I didn’t know, I…well thought maybe you could use a phone. I also prepaid the service for two years. Unlimited everything so no worries and no strings. It’s a gift – a thank you. I…well…I..” I smiled, exhaled my smoke into his face as I palmed my new phone and said, “Hit my digits when that wallet’s full again and you need some more dick. Next time I think I should bust that ass with you bent over your office desk. Leave my stank on your chair so every time you sit down to work, that faggy hole will be twitching remembering how my thug dick owned that shit right there.” Wall Street’s eyes rolled, he panted, I laughed and strolled away. I didn’t look back to see if Wall Street was still standing there like a clown when I stopped and knocked on the restaurant door. I knocked again. I don’t like being kept fucking waiting. I was getting ready to go around front when Asian boy opened the door, apologized profusely for keeping me waiting like he should, handed me my bag of food, then went scrambling back inside to pack me some cold sodas and bottled water. Two bags in arm, I headed to the trap house. My dick was just getting started and I had hours to kill before I was supposed to hook with the two daddies the white youngin I banged at the hotel was supposed to connect me with. The porch bum was waiting and happily took the food and drinks I offered and I even gave some to his two buddies that were hanging with him. I started to make my way through the hole in the fence when the bum said, “Your boy’s gone. Said he had to go to Newark, Newell, New – oh hell – someplace and he be back in a day or two or three.” Lil’Petey had said nothing to me about going anyplace, so I shrugged, made my way to his cardboard shanty around back, slid the food in, and settled down for a bite and cool drink. I scooted back out, made my way to the back by the fallen down garage and took care of some personal business, went back inside and with Petey gone, took advantage of being alone a minute. In the far corner and up against the house, I peeled back the several layers of cardboard on the ground, got my spoon, dug me a little hole. Using a clean, empty carton the Asian guy had put in the bag for me, I pulled out my latest haul from Wall Street, put most of it in the carton, then buried it quick. Safe and sound. Never a good idea to keep all your stash in one spot so this was just the latest of my little hidey holes. With that done I settled back and took a quick nap. My hard dick was raging. I was lying back, my body sweating in the cardboard shanty as I stroked when I heard some noise – a scrape, thump, scrape – someone was inside the trap house. I grabbed an unopened box of Chinese food, a now lukewarm soda, and crawled out. The back door was ajar as usual. I creeped on in, followed the muffled voices down a hall, and found the porch bum being getting his dick sucked by one of his two buddies I saw earlier. His buddy was on his hands and knees, ass up and waiting. Is that an invitation? HA! “Yo man, I see you made good with the foods I left to handle your problem - now here’s MY problem,” I said as I flopped out my 10-inch hard on. The porch bum smiled, nodded his head to his buddies raised ass, and the guy didn’t stop sucking, so clearly they both were inviting me to dig in. First, I set the carton of food and drink down beside them and the dude sucking eyed it sideways, but never let the dick out of his mouth. I adjusted my balls and dick through my zipper, spit on them a couple times, stepped behind the guy sucking, and used my feet to edge his legs wider. He raised his ass up – yeah ready for dick. But are they ever truly ready? HA! The guy was slurping and burping on the porch bum’s dick, but I had to interrupt their flow. “Get your pants off,” I ordered. I had to repeat myself and slap his ass, then the guy sucking stopped, quickly stood up, dropped his pants, fumbled his shoes off, then his pants, and got back down on his hands and knees and started sucking again. Before he could reconsider I sawed my fingers into his furry, grimy, rank hole to tear it up. He grunted, groaned, porch bum looked on in awe as I squatted over that waiting ass then dropped my dick. The pain of getting his hole punched open made the sucker stop and made porch bum ready to blow. Porch bum grabbed his head and with three quick thrusts of his hips blew his cum into the dude’s mouth. I was getting ready to grab and push deeper when porch bum said, “I’m done man. You have it at it.” I nodded, waited a sec for porch bum to scoot out, and as he left the room I dropped my body down and forward and as the dude collapsed to the trap house floor under my weight my dick ripped through his outer hole, found that second ring, and embedded itself nice and deep. “FUCKING PUSSY GETTING RIPPED! SOME BIG OL BEEF STEAK WITH THAT CHINESE FOOD HUH? YOU HUNGRY MOTHA-FUCKA? GOD DAMN YOU GOT A DIRTY ASS – FEEL THAT DICK PULL ALL THE WAY OUT? HA! YEAH LIKE IT WENT IT PUNCH FUCKS BACK IN THAT HOLE? EVER FELT SHIT THAT GOOD BEFORE? BET YOU AIN’T – BET YOU WON’T FORGET – WORTHLESS FUCKING HOLE TAKING MY BLACK DICK, HERE COMES THAT ROLLER COASTER NUTT, COMING HOME, COMING FOR THAT HOLE – TAKING THE EDGE OFF SO I CAN FUCKING BREATHE – TAKE…OF HELL YEAH – MY BALLS FILLING YOUR CUNT UP!” Most dudes are a six pack, smoke, or in this case box of Chinese food away from being a bitch hole for a thug like me. Another notch on my AIDs Bone belt and just for good measure I gave the dude a soft kick on the foot as I stepped away and said, “Pass the word. I got food to give but only looking for fresh hole that’s willing to take it like that. Raw. Rough. One and done. In and out. You feel me?” His grunt was all the answer I needed. Back in the cardboard shanty I pulled out my new cell phone from Mr. Wall Street. I had plenty of bars, so got online, set up a new email account, and then noted I had a text. Mr. Wall Street begging for my dick already. Yeah once they get that hole wrecked ain’t no other dick feel right. I chilled a bit then figured was time to hit the ABS and meet up with the youngin. Before I left, I set the bag of food right where I knew Lil’Petey would see it. I wasn’t worried about the bums coming in – they fucking knew better. An hour later I was standing down the block from the ABS, scanning the crowd, watching for the youngin and seeing if he would show. Some folks stared as they walked past at my dirty appearance. Scraggly beard, hair all wilding, my ribs poking out, my raggedy, stained jeans. Others had a look I was beginning to recognize, a look of need, desire, and wanting to walk on the wrong side of the tracks. I was close to feeling secure with the cash flow to head back to Harlem and tonight would either set me up right or I would have to hustle a bit longer. Feeling a phone in my pocket again felt strange I ran my hand over the phone’s screen. The temptation to call home was there. To hear my momma’s voice, to hear her say she still loved, to hear some other words not spoken in anger and hate. Naw – time to move on. I could see a new life now. This was just the beginning. My thoughts were interrupted as the prancing youngin bounded up to me, “There you ARE! You would not believe the traffic coming here from up town. I mean really. OK, so…” and then he proceeded with 21 questions. Jesus Christ you’d think this was Million Dollar Matchmaker or some shit. “Hey!” I shouted as I gave him a light thug tap with my left fist. Fuck that shut him up. “We doing this or what?” He said it was all set, his two daddies had booked a hotel room a few blocks away so they could ‘be in the hood’, they wanted to get wild, freaky, nasty and would tell me more when I got there. I patted the $500 now in pocket as I swaggered to the double-tap-booty call. There was $1,500 more waiting for me – no limits, nasty as I want. The youngin tried to get me to bang his hole before I hit his daddies and while that might make a hot scene another time, I passed. On the way to the hotel I also realized that white, rich folks like these could easily set me up. I had a plan for that too. The hotel was mid-range, nothing fancy so no one at the front desk stopped me as I walked through the lobby although they did watch me closely. I knocked once at the room the youngin gave me and the door quickly opened, and I was met by a well built dude, mid-40s I’d say, clean shaven all over and he had nothing on but some black Mark Weldon underwear. “You must be JC. Come in please. May I offer you a drink?” he asked. I shook my head, used my dirty t-shirt to wipe the sweat off my face, and stepped into the room and stopped. The youngin said his daddies were freaks but hell. The other daddy was spread eagle on the bed, black nylon straps wrapped around each ankle and wrist and disappearing under the bed. A black hood with only holes for his eyes and nostrils was on his head and a thick collar with a heavy chain went from his neck and wound down the length of the bed and disappeared underneath. He was thicker, with a meaty butt, and hard to tell from his position how old he was. The daddy who met me at the door said, “This is my partner Rex – well Reginald – well oh damn hell. I know I know, this is not a formal social gathering and no names, yes yes yes. But, my apologies. Courtesies never fail me.” Whatever dude. Like a Hollywood director the daddy explained what they wanted, flailing his arms wide, his hands dancing like little princesses, “We’re in a city far away from home. There’s a knock at the door. Re…I mean my husband, thinks it’s room service and boldly opens the door. VOILA! It’s a thief! (that’s you). You push your way in, quickly tie him up, then me. And as I lie there forced to watched, my husband is violated most horribly (sigh). He’s the bottom, but I’m helpless and am forced to watch as my husband is taken by another man! (sigh) Just between us, I like watching that – kind of our thing. I fuck him of course, but I much prefer to watch.” I nodded, said ‘Yes’ at the appropriate times, listened as he explained how the nylon bindings worked, blah fucking blah blah. He unlashed his husband, the two daddies sat on the bed and listened as I explained my last condition after they had handed me half the cash up front. Dumb asses. They’re lucky I’m a greedy BBC right now as I could have easily stepped out and not come back and been satisfied with that. But this is business and right now, all I got is my 10-inch monster and my rep. I don’t cheat, steal, or shit like that. The two daddies happily obliged to the next request and as I used my cell phone to record them while they explained that to whomever it may concern, they willingly met with me, asked me to play, blah blah blah. The daddy that had been tied to the bed did not take his mask off in front of me, but just pulled it up so his mouth showed, stated his name, and all the rest. I sent the video to my email and the cloud and then had to do it all over again as they showed me two cameras they had set up in the room to live stream the rape fuck to their perv site. Yeah that’s rite. These two whitebread, uptown daddies had a fucking perv website where they showed their freaky, ‘anonymous’ shit, and were going to live stream a thug beat down. HA! Time to get busy. Off camera you hear KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. then cries of NO, NO, PLEASE DON’T HURT US, TAKE WHAT YOU WANT. Fucking drama queens. Shaky shots of daddy #1 (the bottom) being tied down, hooded, as my voice off camera orders daddy #2 (the top) to pull the restraints tighter. Daddy #1 is secure, now the camera is set on the desk; unnamed black thug (that’s me) is shown tying daddy#2 down the same. Script goes as planned. Two daddies tied, hooded. “I SAW YOU TWO FAGGIES EYEING MY DICK – YOU TRYING GET SOME DICK? THINK YOUR WHITE ASS TOO GOOD FOR ME? HUH?” I stated per the script. Both daddies moaned, groaned on cue. I stripped so the cameras caught my dirty clothes, rank ass, ribs showing. I walked over to daddy #1 and started to finger his hole, which was wide the fuck open, “You a faggy for dick?” I asked knowing the answer. “Yeah maybe stick this up your shithole, plow that ass.” With that I climbed up on the bed, stretched like a lion over his prey, and as daddy#1 poked his ass up and out, I dropped down into that shitter. I reached up, wrapped my hands around his throat and fucked without mercy. His body bucked, contorted, and being the bottom slag slut he was, took it all and more. That hole was used to getting dicked and while I made a good show, he was too eager for my true tastes. I needed something a little more taboo. I pulled out of his ass, slide onto my right side so I could look over his back and at the eyes of daddy #2 that shone with voyeur delight through the holes in his mask. I lifted up my left hand, then raised one finger at a time to clearly show to daddy #2 and the camera my long, dirty nails. “TIME TO PREP THIS FAG CUNT RIGHT. SEE THESE NAILS, THEY ARE NICE AND SHARP, MADE FOR SLICING AND DICING AND TURNING A SMOOTH HOLE TO CHOPPED BURGER. ONCE THEY GET COATED IN SOME BRIGHT RED POLISH, THEN IT’S TIME TO BLOW MY AIDS BONE LOAD.” Daddy #2 was shaking in excitement as daddy#1 started squealing like a stuck pig, which he was right then as I dug at his guts as hard as I could. When my nails were nice and polished, I raised back up, coated my drippy dick, and went to town long dicking that ass like it had never had been before. Both daddies were gasping, moaning, and groaning in time to my power fuck and now that I tore his hole good and knew it hurt, my dick was ready to coat his insides. “TAKE THIS RAW DICK BITCH! MAKING YOU TAKE SOME DIRTY BLACK COCK. MY DICK IS STILL COATED IN BUM GRIME, NOW YOU GOT IT TOO. AND THAT’S NOT ALL YOU GOT…RIGHT NOW…FUCK YOU GOING TO GET MY AIDS NUTT…TAKE THIS DIRTY POZ DICK…RAPING THAT FAG PUSSY…MY FAG PUSSY…I’M YOUR BBC DADDY NOW….” One load down. I pulled out, fingered his hole some more to cut my load up in there good. Grabbed my cigarettes and sat on the edge of the bed as my nutt stewed in daddy #1. My dick was sticking straight up and out, hard as shit as I eyed daddy #2. He said he was only a top. Well now time to go off script. ACTION! I put the cigarette out, smacked daddy#1’s ass for good measure, stood between the two beds so both cameras had the perfect shots, and as I stroked my dick said, “PROBLEM WITH A THUG DICK LIKE THIS IS MY SHIT NEVER GOES DOWN AND MY BALLS PRODUCE AIDS MILK BY THE GALLON. HMMMM….I COULD CRAWL BACK UP IN SOME WET FAG HOLE…NAW…BEEN THERE DONE THAT. I KNOW. I GOT ANOTHER ASS RIGHT HERE JUST WAITING TO FEEL ME.” I could hear daddy #1 now chuckling through his mask as he caught on, and it was not until I had climbed up on the bed over daddy #2 that he finally realized what was about to go down. The nylon straps snapped taught, his hooded head whipped side to side. His breath came out in hard snorts though the small holes in the hood. His body shook in fear and then pain as daddy #2 took three of my fingers in his tight, unused hole and I went from 0 to 60 scratching the hell out of his pucker. “YOU CAN’T TEASE A THUG DICK WITH A BEGGING FAG PUSSY LIKE THAT…HEAR IT BEGGING? I DO…BEGGING TO BE FUCKED, BEGGING TO BE STRETCHED, BEGGING TO BE NUTTED THE FUCK UP,” I said in my best snarl. I spit up and down daddy #2’s back as I continued clawing his hole and then looked at daddy #1 and asked, “YOU HEAR IT BEGGING DON’T YOU? YOU KNOW WHAT A BEGGING HOLE SOUNDS LIKE? YOURS WAS A QUIET, INSISTANT BEGGING, THIS ONE….THIS HOLE RIGHT HEAR IS SCREAMING IT! DOWN ON ONE FUCKING KNEE, PLEADING, BEGGING LIKE SOMEONE STARVING. YOU STARVING? STARVING FOR SOME THICK – LONG – DARK – CHOCOLATE? I HEAR YOU FAGGY HOLE, DADDY’S COMING, TIME TO GET FED.” Daddy #2 thrashed and bucked and then went dead still as I climbed up on the bed. Fuck – what’s he think? Playing possum’s going to get me to stop? HA! I lined up my dick head right at his hole, moved my hips in small circles so he could feel what was coming, I then lifted myself up and over his back, my dick still in position, angled myself forward, and wrapped my arms under his arm pits and grabbed the fronts of his shoulders with my two hands. I put my face down next to his so I could see the fear in his eyes and block his view of daddy #1. All that daddy #2 needed to focus on right then was me. He needed to see in my eyes, see my desire, see my need. Then his muffled screams started. “That’s it daddy,” I said in a whisper just loud enough for him to hear as I continued to look in his eyes. “Feel this AIDs Bone dick opening you up. I know it’s what you wanted isn’t it? I can feel that ass welcoming me in. Begging for more. You want it harder? Want my cum? Want that hole to hurt? Time to wreck that cunt.” I shifted my body, splayed my legs, grabbed his throat like I did his husband’s and rape fucked it good. I angled left – right – pulled all the way out and slammed back in. This daddy would be walking funny for sure. My balls had been teased enough. “TIME TO FILL THAT WHITE PINK ASS WITH BLACK NUTT – TIME TO FILL THAT NASTY ASS WITH AIDS NUTT – TIME TO FILL THAT HUNGRY ASS DEEP WITH BLACK DICK – TAKE THIS FUCKING DICK – TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN DICK – TAKE THIS WRECKIN AIDS BONE DICK…HERE THE FUCK IT COMES, FEEL IT FLOODING THAT HOLE? FEEL IT BREEDING YOU? FEEL THAT CUM BURNING YOUR INSIDES UP? MAKING THAT ASS CREAM ON MY DICK – MAKING THAT ASS MILK EVERY DROP OUT – FUCKING HELL THAT’S RIGHT, YOUR PUSSY HAVING AN ORGASM – YOUR WHITE PUSSY TWITCHING AND TWERKING ON MY DICK, ASKING FOR MORE – WELL FUCKER HERE IT COMES!!!” I yanked my spent dick out of his bruised hole, wiped myself off on his ass cheeks, climbed off the bed, lit a new smoke, opened the wallets that were on the table between the beds, took the cash I was owed, and walked stage right– cameras now off. I debated a minute whether or not to mount them both again, but no, I ain’t giving shit for free. Fucking daddy #2 was off script, so in case he did not take it well, I decided to go with daddy #1 and untied him from the bed instead. He stumbled to his feet, rubbed his wrists and ankles, then took off the hood. This was the first time I got to see his full face and while I expected some nelly looking dude, he was not that at all. Hell, I was surprised and my dick sprang right back up. HA! Daddy #1 laughed, slapped me on the shoulder, and said, “Thank you! I have been trying to fuck him again for years, but you’d think his ass was the Mona Lisa – some national treasure not to be touched. Well, I plan to take full advantage of this little twist.” I declined his offer to hang out or wash off. I wanted to keep the crust on my dick. I was at the door, ready to go when my host stopped me and said, “Do you have a number we can reach you? I expect that today’s little scenario will be a huge hit with our fans and well, personally, I would like to try that dick out again. Can you get dirtier, nastier, rougher? Oh good! You were the best fuck I’ve had in a while. I have a great idea! Do you like parties? We’re throwing a huge welcome-back-to-the-city bash at our penthouse in a couple of days. I want you to be our special guest.” I wasn’t sure about all that given how I was looking these days, but he assured me I was perfect the way I was – rough, dirty, street. Arrangements made, payment agreed to, I left daddy #1 to his own devices and made my way back to the trap house. I was hungry, tired, and excited. I had enough cash now to feel secure about getting the place in Harlem. I was looking forward to seeing Lil’Petey who I hoped was back by now, and it looked like I had found my new role in life – serving as a dirty, thugged out, wasted looking Wreckin-AIDs-Bone to the high, mighty, and moneyed kinky fuckers of NYC.

CHAPTER 5 - A COLD BEER The next day was a scorcher, and Dalton did everyone in the neighborhood a favor by stepping outside in a few scraps of clothing to mow his parents’ lawn. In keeping with tradition, Brian and I stood at our kitchen window watching Neighbor Boy put on a show. Within 10 minutes, the kid’s tank top was soaked through with sweat, so he stopped to peel it off—leaving him in nothing but basketball shorts and tennis shoes. A few minutes after that, his waistband glistened wetly in the sun as it slowly slid down his lower abdomen to reveal a patch of dark fur sprouting up between his bellybutton and his cock. While Brian fingered my hole and I jacked my dripping poz cock, I told him we should invite the kid over for a cold drink—and maybe put on a little show of our own. My husband flashed a wolfish smile in response. And without saying another word, he stepped out toward the pool while I made my way toward the front door. * * * “Hey, bud—it’s fucking hot out here today. Can I offer you a beer?” I stood on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts, waving a can of beer in Dalton’s direction. He looked a little surprised—I don’t think he expected us to be supplying him with alcohol—and responded with a friendly nod. I headed back inside, leaving the door cracked open. Moments later, he walked through the door, still shirtless. “I took off my shoes,” he said. “Is it cool for me to be in here? I don’t want to drip sweat everywhere.” “Sure, bud,” I replied, handing him the beer. “Drink up. Lots more where that came from.” He tilted his head back to chug the beer. As he did so, he inadvertently thrust his hips forward to reveal the clear outline of his fleshy cock. He killed the can in a single giant gulp. “You obviously need another one,” I said, tossing him a second can. Just as he opened it, I heard a door slide open behind me. It was Brian returning from the pool. I kept my gaze on Dalton—and just as I expected, the kid’s eyes suddenly went wide. I feigned curiosity and turned around to see what Dalton was staring at. And there was my husband, stark naked, dripping wet, his fat hole-wrecker of a cock fully erect, its thick dorsal vein pointed directly toward the taut, sweaty abs of Neighbor Boy. “Jesus, Brian!” I said, doing my best to appear mortified. “Put some fucking clothes on. We’ve got a guest.” “My God, Dalton—I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing a towel from the guest bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. “No worries, dude,” Dalton replied quietly, his eyes locked on his beer can as his face flushed red. My gaze traveled down toward his crotch. Just as I’d hoped—and though he was trying to hide it with his free hand—the bulge in his shorts had grown noticeably thicker, causing that sweat-soaked waistband to slide a little lower. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. Then Dalton shot a quick, guilty glance in my direction, gulped down the rest of his beer, and gave me a stiff nod. “Better get back to work,” he said, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Thanks for the cold beers.”