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Chapter 3 Jamie The next morning, I woke up to find Alec had left the unit, leaving a note saying he was off to the shops. This left me with some time to stew in my own thoughts as I jumped into the shower. I had always associated bare sex as something special intimate bond shared between boyfriends/partners/lovers. Being unable to share this most intimate bond with Alec was frustrating - but a relationship wasn’t all about bare sex right? But last night feeling Alec’s tip taking a dip into my hole, my mind was fixated on how pleasurable it felt and we were a few inches from a full fuck. I hate the feel of latex pressing against my hole. It was a necessary evil, but at that moment, life felt terribly unfair about Alec and I being sero-discordant. A whisper bubbled up from my subconscious: ‘You could just become sero-concordant with Alec. Alec can help you with that, with his seed. Impregnate you with his virus. You’ll become his completely, carrying his ‘babies’.’ ‘Ridiculous’ - my rational mind tried to slap my subconscious back into the ether. “What you are hoping for was Alec to just fuck you last night even though you were protesting,” my insidious subconscious whispered back to my rational mind, “Alec, your virile alpha inseminating you with his virus, joining you with him biologically forever.” This was confusing, I never had rape fantasies - and rape fantasies still did nothing for me - I was pretty certain. It was specifically Alec, my boyfriend, taking me completely regardless of my lack of consent that turned me on. ‘Ridiculous - that is the very definition of who shouldn’t be your boyfriend,’ my rational mind screamed. Yet, in that moment, I had also gained insight that it was the perversion of Alec being the loving boyfriend to that of a debauched, pleasure seeking alpha that had no regard for anything but his own sexual pleasure that turned me on. The crazy mix of simultaneously yearning for tenderness and darkness from Alec. “What you want, Jamie is a sick perverted tart with a heart,” I blurted out loud to myself. Drying myself after my shower, I lay on the bed, slowly stroking my cock as my mind played back the events of the night before: The tip of Alec’s cock breaching my hole. My pucker clasped desperately onto Alec’s knob. We both froze as we knew we shouldn’t be doing this. My eyes were locked to our naked forms in the mirror. Neither of us made any attempts to disengage the connection. I was lost in bliss up until I felt and saw Alec repositioned himself to get the fucking angle right. In a moment of panic, I begged him not to fuck me. In my fantasy, Alec did not take heed of my feeble protests. Instead, he kicked my slim smooth legs apart with his beefy hairy thighs to get better access to my hole. He then moved to press his hands down on the back of my hands, pinning my hands down with our fingers entangled. Through the mirror, my boyfriend had a hard sinister slutty look on his face as he pressed my body down with his, engulfing my body and my senses with his hairy beefy body. There would have been no way for me to struggle free. He would then slowly and deliberately thrust forward, sliding his thick shaft down my chute despite my protests. Joining us, filling me completely. He would then pull himself out of me completely, and then in one smooth stroke after another, plunge into me again and again. I would feel a rising panic and yearning for his seed as his cock gets harder and harder, inching closer to ejaculation. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t push him off me. I kept protesting, but his thrusts simply became harder and faster. I keep begging him to let me go, but he does not listen. “I’m going to make you properly mine, Jamie,” Alec would whisper sinisterly in my ear, disregarding my protests. “None of your ex-boyfriends were able to mark you the way I can. You’ll be impregnated by my toxic seed. I would always be the one who infected you. After tonight, we will always be fucking bare.” The opening of the front door of the unit broke me from my fantasy. My cock was achingly hard and pre-cum was leaking from my glans. I heard Alec making his way through the living room and opened the bedroom door. He was greeted with the sight of me lying in bed with my cock up on full mast. He took a moment to take in my nakedness, his eyes running up and down my body in a way that made me feel so sexy and desired, even though I never considered myself sexy. He then eyed my aching cock and teased, “Well someone’s horny.” I caught sight of the new box of condoms that he just placed on the bedside table. I felt annoyed and relieved at the same time. Annoyed that Alec appeared to have every intention to play safe. Relieved that Alec appeared to have every intention to play safe too. As Alec moved forward to put my cock in his mouth, I said, “Wait, get your clothes off too. I love you naked.” Alec discarded his clothes quickly and efficiently. I drank in the sight of my man’s nakedness. My peers preferred guys their age, or guys who were well-muscled with a low body fat. While I could appreciate those male forms, Alec’s body type was what really got my juices going - A dad’s bod. Beneath the softness of flesh, you can see the traces of hard muscle hidden underneath. A bit of a belly and a layer of fur covering his body. “I love the way you look at me. The way your eyes can’t seem to get enough of looking at me naked. Makes me feel sexy,” Alec said huskily as he took my cock into his mouth, slowly sucking me and watching the pleasure wash over my face. “What were you wanking off to when I got back?” There was a pause as I debated if I should share the entirety of my fantasies. There was shame, embarrassment and confusion as to how I felt towards my fantasies. I decided to share part of it - minus being taken by Alec by force bits, “I was thinking about your knob teasing my hole yesterday.” “I couldn’t stop thinking about that all morning, too. I had a rock hard cock driving to the shops and back. Had to take a moment to get my cock down before I ran into the shop for condoms. I’m glad it had the same effect on you too,,” Alec chuckled. I internally battled with my desires and my fears. I would love to feel just the tip of Alec’s cock prodding against my entrance again. It should be safe, shouldn’t it? We wouldn’t really fucking. I blurted out, “Would you like to tease my hole with your cock again? But this time face to face?” Alec’s eyes seemed to turn dark, as if a caged animal threatening to break free took brief possession of him. I felt a tinge of trepidation, vulnerability and arousal. Would the animal in him finally break free and take me? “You want to feel my knob pressed against your hole again?” Alec asked in a deep husky voice. I nodded. He moved to lay on the bed on his back, his girthy rock hard cock on full display. “Sit on my face, I’m going to eat your hole, and I want you to suck my cock. We’ll get my cock and your hole nice and wet.” “Shouldn’t we use lube? To make sure there are no torn skin due to friction as spit dries quicker?” “If we use lube, it would be so well lubricated that more than the tip of my cock might slip in. Spit drying up quicker makes it harder for me to slip in,” Alec said, as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world, pulling my arse over his mouth before his tongue began working my hole. The pleasure of his wet flesh generated even greater anticipation for his knob. His trim beard sanded against my smooth arse crack. I put his rock hard cock into my mouth, the girth stretching mouth open, and sucked and slobbered all over his rod. We mutually serviced each other: Alec alternated between spitting copious amounts of spit and working it in as deep as he could with his tongue. Me eagerly worked on Alec’s steel bar member, as I let spit flow freely onto this shaft. I wondered if both of us were silently lubricating more than necessary for the tip. This added to the anticipation - would Alec cross the line? No, would we cross the line? “I think we’re ready. I can lie here and you can be in control by climbing on top of me and teasing my knob with your hole,” Alec said. That would be the sensible thing to do. But I liked Alec being in control… and the thought of Alec losing self-control and taking me anyway… No, Alec is right, I should be in control. Just as I was about to agree with Alec, Alec misread my hesitation and spoke, “Ah, that expression on your face. I think my sweet Jamie likes me in control. Alright you get on your back.” Pleased with the turn of events, I chose not to correct Alec and did as I was told, and lay back on the bed, and lifted my legs up. Alec smoothly moved to help support my legs and placed them on his shoulders. His eyes, smouldering with the lust. My exposed taint felt vulnerable, yet it thrilled me feeling so vulnerable to Alec. “You really like to test my self-control don’t you Jamie,” Alec growled. His eyes had a wicked glint as his knob made light contact with my entrance. Once again, we are so tantalisingly close to a proper consummation as boyfriends. A smug grin blossomed on his face when I gasped at the naked contact of our sex. There was anticipation in the air. He gyrated slowly, his knob rubbing against my crack that was a little tender from the sanding of his beard, as we feasted on each other’s expressions. “That’s what my boy wanted - my cock teasing his hole,” Alec said playfully. “Kiss me,” I begged, reaching my arms up around his neck. We kissed, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Then I felt a bit of pressure at my entrance, and the muscles of my anus were pushed apart as the helmet of his cock breached the entrance. We gasped into each other’s mouth, not breaking from our kiss. “Just the tip dipping into my neg boy Just a little taste of my boy and it is so good.. So glad you want this too, Jamie,” Alec whispered into my mouth. “Oh Alec, your knob feels so good, I love it, it is closest to proper fucking,” I could only moan in response. I wanted more than a dip. I want to feel the full length of Alec’s bare shaft sliding in and caressing the walls of my ass. Alec broke our kiss but kept us joined at the tip. He lewdly gathered a big glob of spit in his mouth and let it dribble down onto his cock. His slimy spit hit squarely at the connection between his cock and the rim of my anus - a perfect aim. Distantly I wondered how many times he had done this before to have such a good aim. Did he often fucked other guys bare with spit before we met? We had never really discussed much about our sex lives before we met. My mind conjured images of his cock fucking one boy after another bare and I was getting more turned on by the idea. A pity I never had the opportunity to watch Alec fuck one of his previous boys in the past before we became exclusive. My eyes drifted to our reflection in the mirror and I imagined I was watching Alec fuck one of those boys in the past instead of me lying beneath him. “What were you thinking there that caused your cock to twitch?” Alec asked and I felt my face turning red. Even though it was all in my mind, I felt caught out and I felt embarrassment flushed my cheeks, I didn’t particularly want to share it with him. He might laugh or find it ridiculous or think I was a dirty minded slut. “Hey, don’t need to be embarrassed about it. You can share with me. Whatever it is, you obviously like it. You wouldn’t know if I like it if you didn’t share.” “I was thinking that you must be very experienced at dripping spit on your cock to have such a good aim,” I said in a mock-accusatory tone, telling only part of what I was fantasising and trying to turn the tables. Alec’s eyes twinkled as if seeing through my intent. With slow deliberation, he dribbled down a second glob of saliva. I watched with fascination as the viscous liquid left a line that trailed from his mouth down, before the line of spit connecting to his mouth breaking and I felt it hit my entrance - another perfect aim. “Well, I am very experienced at dripping spit down onto my cock, and you never asked before,” Alec teased, “There was more than just that, Jamie. You were staring at the mirror there for a moment. Come, share with me.” I wanted to bury my face in the sand. I quickly blurted to get it all out in one go, “I was imagining what it would have been like to watch you fuck one of the boys in your pastbefore you met me.” Alec’s brows quirked up in amusement, “Why the past? If you fancy, we could invite another lad to join us and you can watch it live in the present.” I felt Alec’s cock throbbed as he said that. He liked the idea of giving me a live sex show. I froze - a threesome wasn’t something I had considered before. Our relationship had been exclusive all this time. The idea didn’t sound terrible, somewhat intriguing, but I had been comfortable with being exclusive with Alec. Images of watching Alec fuck someone live in front of me went through my mind, it would 3-dimensional live porn of my boyfriend which was rather horny. “You like the idea of watching your boyfriend to fuck another boy in front of you?” Alec grinned, his fist wrapping round my cock, “We can talk about this another time. Right now, I’m enjoying my knob being pleasured by my boyfriend,” he punctuated it with a thrust that was far more eager than his earlier shallow thrusts. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. It felt like a quarter of his cock is now buried in me - the most my hole ever had of his bare member. “Whoops, thrust too hard,” Alec said, surprised and apologetic, withdrawing his cock almost immediately. His expression was quickly replaced with a wicked glint when he observed my response. “Gotta be careful,” he said smoothly before sinking just the tip of his rod back in and working the bud of my hole. My hole felt the absence of Alec’s cock and I nearly begged for Alec to sink his cock all the way in. No, no, we’re too responsible for that. We shouldn’t cross the line. Yet, the forbidden fruit always seemed sweeter. He dribbled even more spit and continued his shallow thrusting. I revelled in pleasure of his cock stretching my ring as it entered and feeling all hungry as it left. Then suddenly without warning, he made another hard thrust, pushing a quarter of his tool in again before withdrawing and repeating the shallow thrusts. His eyes lit up in response to me gasping in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Whoops, sorry - too eager again,” he said in a husky tone. There was no apology in his eyes or in his tone of voice. We both knew that deeper thrust was deliberate. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he was pushing the boundaries. Distantly, I was aware that I should be outraged that he was pushing the boundaries without discussion. Instead, I discovered that I was turned on by him pushing the boundaries without a proper discussion. I wanted to remind him to only fuck with the tip, but I could not verbalise as deep down I knew I did not want him to stop. My mind was too focused on the pleasure sensory overload of my opening being worked on by his knob again and again, being so close to Alec. Just as I mustered the concentration to say something, he thrusted in again, overloading my senses and I lost my voice and cried out instead, giving in, and joining him in this madness. He repeated the process of several shallow thrusts with a deeper thrust, then reverting back to shallow thrusts. The deeper thrusts gradually felt like half his cock was now in me when he did a deeper thrust. The senses felt so heightened and I was aware that Alec’s cock was gliding more and more smoothly in my hole, as if my hole had gotten more and more lube. It dawned on me that he was leaking pre-cum in me. I could not muster protest or outrage, the pleasure was out of this world. It all felt so right and natural - being so intimate with Alec, giving my body to Alec and being tainted by Alec. I loved the spontaneity of the situation, both of us pushing the boundaries without proper discussion and it was like our two minds acting as one in this madness. It created a sense of being so in sync with each other in our mad desires, it was intoxicating. I craved to feel Alec’s body and flesh engulfing mine. “Kiss me,” I blurted. Alec leaned down towards me slowly. Our eyes locked onto each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I felt my legs wrapped around his hips to pull our bodies closer. This time he sank his cock into me slowly and deliberately, moving past the quarter mark of his shaft, then the halfway mark of his shaft, until finally he was balls deep in me. We both let out a contented sigh, before Alec finally kissed me slowly, just keeping us locked together, his arousal palpable as I can feel his cock throbbing. We were lost in our sense of touch of our naked bodies, lips to lips, chest to chest, crotch to bum, and shaft to passage. The awareness of his physicality was overwhelming - the sense of his beefy hairy body pressing down against my slimmer smoother one, fully joined to each other for the first time and properly consummating our relationship. Alec’s leaking cock, was now fully positioned in the deepest and most vulnerable part of my body, ready to unload his tainted seed at any moment. I started to have an inkling as to why the bug chasers and gifters used the imagery of a scorpion - a stinger - an apt imagery. With how easily his cock slid in, the walls of my arse were already coated with his spit and pre-cum. “You feel so good in me, Alec. I wish we could go on forever but we should stop before it gets out of hand,” I whispered one thing, but arms and legs clung onto Alec tightly. My hazy mind wondered why I was even protesting. I was engulfed in Alec, why should it end? The natural climax to such a bare connection was for Alec to breed me, leaving his DNA in me, knocking me up - forever binding us biologically with each other. “Just for a little bit longer, Jamie. A few more moments - what difference does it make?” Alec said and began to slowly fuck me. The full length of his shaft slide in and out slowly as he kissed and fucked my protest away. “I wanted to do this yesterday, Jamie. I wanted to fuck you raw even though you said no.” “When you came back earlier, you asked me what I was wanking off to… I was fantasizing that you fucked bare last night me even though I begged you not to.” Alec groaned with arousal and his thrusting picked up pace and pinning me down. “Did you think about me blowing my load deep inside you and knocking you up? The man that you love, who is supposed to love and protect you in return, instead delivering his poisonous cum into you and turning you poz? Me taking charge and taking the decision out of your hands?” “I did,” I panted, “it shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did. I wanted you to take charge and force yourself on me last night, marking me and making me yours.” “Shit, Jamie, I am not going to last long. Where do you want me to cum?” Alec managed to pant out. An internal war waged within me. I wanted so badly to give myself completely to Alec, to be bonded together with him by his virus, and always be able to get fucked by Alec without a condom. Yet, years of indoctrination and fear held me at bay from physically voicing yes. My mind said yes, but my voice said, “Please cum outside of me.” I could see the disappointment in Alec’s face. Instead of releasing my arms and legs around him so that he could withdraw, my arms around his neck tightened, as did my legs around his waist. A momentary look of surprise passed Alec’s eyes and my actions. He was far stronger than me and could easily break free. Instead, he stared into my pleading eyes - I did not know if I was pleading for him to withdraw or to blow his load in me. An animalistic possessive look washed over his face and he plunged deep into me and said, “Fuck it, Jamie, I’ll make you mine now.” Alec roared as he came and I felt every pulse that Alec’s cock made inside me, delivering his dirty payload in my guts. That tipped me over the edge, and my cock, sandwiched between his hairy beer belly and my smooth flat stomach, blew its load in tandem with Alec’s pulsing cock in my hole. There was a bit of shock, and a little horror, but in my pulsing orgasm, those feelings were buried by a strong sense of connection to Alec, satisfaction and satiation of how right it all felt that we crossed a line together, and I never wanted it to end.

Danny was a 20 something boy living with his parents down the street. He would walk by my house all the time in shirtless. 5'9" Slightly hairy, Thin but toned, with a beautiful ass. Messy brown hair always in an ill fitting ball cap. Jeans riding low with his boxer waistband showing. I always thought he was hot. so one afternoon i waved at him to say hi. and he said hi and walked over to talk. I asked him why he was always walking by without a shirt on, and wasn't he worried he would get sun burned. And he just said "Mr Taylor like me to arrive this way when he fucks me?" I looked back at him dumbfounded. "Mr Taylor fucks you?" "yep" "but i see you walking by like this at least once or twice a day and that's only when i happen to be looking outside, so i know i can't be seeing you every time you are out walking around." "Yep" "So you just like walking shirtless because he will fuck you occasionally?" "Oh no, i don't like it at all, if you see me shirtless i am walking to or from his house for fucking" "How many loads do you get a day? and why do it if you don't like it?" "I don't like being shirtless, but i love the fucking and can never get enough cum in my ass. So i do what i am asked and i get what i want." He shrugs. "And i usually get at least 2 loads a day shot in my ass" "Fuck dude, Mr Taylor has is good if he gets to fuck you that often, and you take it bare?" I say getting hard thinking about his hole full of fuck juice. Looking at my pants he seeing me hard and just points and says "I can help you with that if you want, Mr Taylor doesn't care if anyone fucks me, hell, he sells my hole for money sometimes, or tells me to get my loads other places if i am too horny for him" "Are you coming from or going to Mr Taylor's now." He frowns a bit and says "Coming from, if you want me fresh i can go clean out and come back" "Fuck no, you better not, i like cummy holes" He smirks, walks past me into my house and pulls his pants down to show me beautiful hole leaking cum. I tasted his warm leaking hole and he just moaned. After i found all i could in his hole i lined up and mounted my new favorite neighborhood slut. He groaned in ecstasy as i pushed into his freshly fucked and rimmed hole. "Any other neighbors fuck you?" "Not yet sir, i keep looking and hoping" "Danny, you can stop by here anytime you have cum in your hole. Be warned i will eat out your hole if you are wanting to keep the cum, but i will fuck another load in you before you leave" "sounds good sir, i will save your house for last" That was all i needed to hear, i unloaded in my new favorite slut. He smirked as i pulled free of him. He was squeezing his hole to try and keep his prize in. Then turned around and cleaned my dick off with his mouth as he pulled his pants back up. "Anything else you need Mr Myers?" "Give me the sluttiest kiss you can muster, and the remember to come back" He grins, obliges, and walks out of my house. God i can't wait till he comes back.

Part 41: Ben Learns the Truth (Will’s Perspective) I stared at my father, my attention jumping from his shocked expression to his naked body and down to the load of cum he had just ejaculated all over the floor. It felt as if time stood still and rushed past at the same time. I felt my head spinning, the air in my lungs sucked out of me. “What the fuck?” I said, trying to take a step forward before I felt my body go limp and I fell into darkness. I don’t know how long I was out. Everything was still dark, the world a blur around me. I heard their voices first, whispering low. “Maybe we should change him.” “I don’t think that’s a top priority.” “He fell right into my cum, Mark. He’s covered in it. I don’t want my son waking up covered in his father’s cum.” “You may not want it, but he might like it.” “I think you both need to give him some room.” “Who are you?” “I’m Dominic Moore. I’m your son’s boyfriend.” “My son’s what?” “Now’s not the time.” “I don’t understand what’s happening.” “Shhh. He’s waking up.” My eyes opened and I saw Dom, Pastor Kline, and my father looking down at me. What I noticed first was that Pastor Kline appeared to still be naked while my father was wrapped in what looked to be a sheet. “What happened?” I moaned, trying to push myself up. I felt a give beneath me; I must be on the bed, I thought. The bed… the bed I just saw Pastor Kline and my father fucking on… My father had been fucking Pastor Kline… MY FATHER HAD BEEN FUCKING ANOTHER MAN! I jumped, scrambling on the bed, but three pairs of hands reached out and held me steady, keeping me locked on the bed. “Take it slow,” Dom said, his hand resting on my chest, lighting pressing over my biohazard tattoo. “You took a tumble.” “Maybe we should take him to the hospital,” my father said. “He could have a concussion.” “He didn’t hit his head,” Pastor Kline said. “He’ll be fine.” “I think he was just shocked,” Dom said, looking at them both. “I think we’re all a bit shocked.” “That’s an understatement,” I said, sitting up. Once I was up, their hands left me, and I looked down, noticing the wet marks on my shirt. My father had been right. I must have landed right into his cum. Looking down, the smell of it hit my nose, and it pulled me into the reality of the situation. “What the fuck is going on?” “We can explain,” my father said, his hands pulling the sheets tighter around his naked body. “I think we all need to calm down,” Pastor Kline said. “It’s not a big deal.” “Says the man who has fucked his own son,” Dom said. My father’s eyes grew wide. “You what?” “Can everyone just stop,” I said. My mind raced over everything I’d seen, everything I heard, everything I knew and thought I knew. “First question: Dad, what are you doing here?” “Mark invited me,” my father said. “Not to do this.” “Well…” “Why?” I asked. “It was meant to be a surprise,” my father said. “I was here to visit, to see you preach.” “And that somehow became you fucking him?” “Is there any way we can use a different word?” my father asked. “I think it’s fitting,” I told him. “Also, how do you know Pastor Kline? You two never met before.” “Actually,” Pastor Kline said, “we have met before. We went to college together.” “You did?” “We only overlapped for a year or two,” Pastor Kline said. “But it left an impression.” “Hold on,” I said, stopping him. “Did you know that he was my father? Did you know when you hired me?” “No,” Pastor Kline said. “Back then, he had a different last name. I didn’t realize until recently.” “He took grandma’s name,” I said, remembering the complicated history between my father and his parents. “I didn’t realize that there was any connection until Mark contacted me,” my father explained. “That’s a complicated web we can untangle later,” I said, my mind trying to understand the ties coming undone. “All I want to know now is why and how I came into this room and saw my father— my religious, straight-laced, no sex before marriage, pure father— fucking my boss.” Pastor Kline and my father exchanged looks. They explained their meeting at the restaurant. They explained their conversation. They explained how my father had run out and then arrived unexpectedly at the house. All the while, my mind tried to account for the two different men I now saw as my father. The man I had grown up looking to as a strict, no-nonsense, follow-the-rules, perfect example of a religious man had no connection to the man I saw shooting his load all over the floor. Who was this man? “I didn’t come to Mark’s home thinking this was going to happen,” my father explained. “And while I’ve always had a thing for your father,” Pastor Kline said, “I never thought this would happen.” “Wait,” I said, remembering back. “You said that there was a man who you fell for while you were in college. You said there was someone who first awakened that inside of you. Are you telling me that the man you were talking about is my father?” “A strange coincidence,” Pastor Kline said, looking at my father and smiling. “But, yes. Ben is the man who I first fell for.” “And we’re just meant to believe that you didn’t invite Will’s father here so you could make something happen?” Dom said. There was a protective side rising in Dom. While I knew there was a part of him extremely turned on by everything happening, I could see that my confusion and concern was his top priority. It was getting me hard. “I’ll admit that there was a part of me that wanted something to happen,” Pastor Kline said. “Yes. In my fantasy, I wanted him to throw me on the bed and fuck my brains out. But I never thought it would happen. I’m not that delusional, but, after everything else that’s happened, I guess there was a part of me that hoped it would.” “But how did you let this happen?” I asked my father. My father stared at me, opened his mouth to say something, but then hung his head. “How about we give them some time,” Dom said to Pastor Kline. Though somewhat reluctant, Pastor Kline started out of the room. “Go easy on him,” Dom whispered into my ear. “Imagine if the roles were reversed.” Dom kissed me and then left, leaving my father and myself alone. “Mind if I sit?” my father asked. I nodded. “I’m sorry for how this has unraveled,” he said, pulling the sheets tighter. “I never meant for you to find out. At least, not this way.” “I understand,” I said. “I never meant for you to find out that I had a boyfriend.” “He seems nice.” “He is,” I said. “But we’re not talking about that. I want to know how the fuck all this happened. How is it that the man who raised me, the man who shouted from the podium all those rules and laws about sex and purity and everything else ends up fucking another man?” “How did you?” he countered. “I understand that you’re upset, but imagine my surprise. Not just with you, but with your brother.” “What are you talking about?” “I spoke to Jay,” he said. “What did he tell you?” “Everything,” my father said. “Then how are you surprised?” I asked. “How are you surprised that I have a boyfriend after everything Jay and I did?” My father stared at me, a look of confusion causing my stomach to twist as I realized my mistake. “He never told you about that,” I said, my fingers running through my hair, trying to calm the headache starting to form. “Jay told me that he’s gay,” my father explained. “What exactly happened between you two?” “We…” I started, looking at my father, unable to complete the statement. His eyes grew wide. “Oh… oh… oh no…” “It’s a mess,” I told him. “It’s a mess for a different time.” “You’re telling me that two of my sons have been having sex with each other?” I nodded. “When?” “It started when we were back home for your retirement.” “I don’t believe this,” he said. “It was an accident.” “How? How could it be an accident?” “I… sucked him off without realizing it was him.” I explained to my father what happened, how I had gone to the adult video store and gave Jay a blowjob without realizing. I explained how Jay had known, that he had tricked me into the whole situation. I explained everything I could, trying to lessen the impact I knew it was having on my father. I told him everything without mentioning anything about either of us being poz. “And is that why he’s gay now?” my father asked. “I think Jay is just an insanely sexual being,” I told him. “I don’t know if he has a label or wants one. I think he just wants to be having sex all the time.” “I know how he feels,” my father said. “You do?” “Of course,” my father said. “I’m a man, too. I understand how the head we have on our shoulders isn’t always the head we’re thinking with.” “So, is that why…” “When I spoke to Mark,” my father said, “I realized that I’d been hiding something deep inside me. When Jay told me everything he had done, well, almost everything, I found myself jealous of him. I wanted to be free like him. I wanted to let myself go to explore all the things I’d been resisting all my life.” “What about mom?” My father was silent for several moments. “There are complications in every relationship, Will. Your mother and I have complications. Even before I met your mother, I had slept with several women. I created a persona that I wore for decades, presenting myself to be the righteous man everyone wanted me to be. I tried to be that man. I really did, but that inner voice, that depraved little… demon, I suppose, that I kept hidden for so long finally clawed its way back to the surface.” “I understand,” I told him, thinking about the dreams which had taken hold of me before Dom had claimed me. “So, who knows about this?” “Only the men who were in this room,” he said. “How about you?” “The men in this room,” I told him. “Plus, Jay, Doctor Wade, Pastor Kline’s son Ryan and Ryan’s friend Lewis. Also Peter Flanagan.” “Oh, I heard about that,” my father said. “Well, it sounds like I’ve walked into a tangled web.” “You sure have,” I told him. “I can’t imagine how this could get any more complicated,” my father said, laughing. “Well,” I said, the weight of the biggest secret pressing down on me. “What is it?” I stood up from the bed and pulled my shirt off, revealing my chest. My father looked me over, a change in his expression. I felt as if he was not just looking at his son but was now looking at a fellow man who also relished the pleasures of the flesh. His eyes took me in, a smile on his face until he caught sight of my tattoo. “What is that?” “It’s my biohazard tattoo,” I told him. “Dom gave it to me. Almost everyone who knows what’s been going on has one. Even Jay has one.” “What does it mean?” “It means that we’re poz, Dad,” I told him. “It means that we’re HIV positive.” My father stared at me, stunned. “We’re all poz. Dom, Pastor Kline, Jay.” “Did you infect your brother?” “No,” I said. Though Jay had insisted that it hadn’t been me to poz him, there was suddenly a crack in the foundation of this idea. Had Jay told me the truth? “And that man, your boyfriend, did he do this to you?” I nodded. “Why?” “Because, it freed me,” I told him. “It binds us together. He’s a part of me. We don’t have to worry about condoms or anything else. It’s the ultimate sign of trust.” My father was silent. I could tell that he was trying to wrap his mind around everything I had told him, everything he had told me. So much had happened within such a short period. I wasn’t even sure if we’d all been able to fully digest the gravity of our situation and the ramifications it would have on us moving forward. “Will,” he finally said, standing up from the bed. “I need you to do something for me.” “What’s that?” “I need you to call Jay and have him meet us at your apartment.” “Why?” I asked. “Because,” my father said, releasing the sheet which fell to the floor, revealing my father’s hard cock which was leaking a steady flow of precum. “I think it’s time for us to have a proper father and sons bonding night. One that will truly bind us together.” I reached out and grabbed my father's face, pulling him to me, kissing him. It was a deep kiss, a strange sensation within the passion. I knew I was kissing my father. I knew that the man whose tongue was in my mouth was the same man who had raised me. Similar with Jay, I felt the heat of knowing that what I was doing was wrong. I knew it couldn't be understood by everyone. Only the men who already knew the truth would be able to understand. We broke our kiss, my father looking into my eyes. He smiled. "I love you, Will." "I love you, Dad." He kissed me again, his body against mine, his cock pressing against my growing bulge. My hands reached down and undid my pants, pushing them down along with my underwear. My father broke the kiss and looked down. "Holy shit," he said. "You're huge." "Dom is bigger," I told him. "You're a lucky man," my father said, kissing me again. As we kissed, our cocks rubbed against each other, precum leaking down our shafts and coating our bodies in our familial juices. The room, already pungent in the smell of sex from Pastor Kline and my father now intensified as our bodies were coated in sweat. I broke from the kiss, my father's lips reaching out, searching for me. He opened his eyes, looking at me. "What?" I slowly lowered myself down to my knees, his hard cock sticking out, aiming right for my mouth. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded, opening my mouth and swallowing my father's cock down my throat. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned, his head thrown back, his hands reaching forward and grabbing the back of my head. His hips started thrusting forward, his cock gliding along my tongue, reaching my throat, dripping his neg precum into my stomach. "Whatever your boyfriend's been teaching you," my father said, his breathing labored, "he's been doing one hell of a job." I reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him even deeper into my mouth. Not only could I taste my father, but I could also smell him, my nose burrowed into his pubes, his sweaty body creating a high. "Oh, fuck!" Memories of seeing Pastor Kline with Ryan flooded my mind, the image of a father and son locked together in a passionate heat. Now, here on my knees, I found myself with my father's cock in my throat. "I'm gonna cum," he moaned, his pace quickening. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!" I gripped his ass hard, just as he gripped my head steady. I felt his cock swelling in my mouth, kicking, shooting rope after rope of his hot cum into my throat and mouth. I glanced up, seeing his head thrown back, mouth open, a strained moan escaping his lips as he unloaded his baby batter, the same baby batter that had created me, deep into my throat. "Fuck," came a voice from the bedroom door. My father and I turned our attention to Dom who was watching us from the doorway. "I fucking love this family," he said, smiling at us both. I smiled and swallowed down my father's cum.

Trigger warning: If you somehow didn't realise you are in bug chasing & gift giving story section, then this is the final warning. This story is written in 1st person dual point of view Chapter 1: 7 Feb 2003 Jamie Alec slipped the condom off his hard cock as he lay back on the bed, “Let me catch my breath, I don’t want to cum just yet.” Even though he had not cum, the pouch of the condom was filled with pre-cum. Alec oozes a lot of pre-cum easily - something I found both hot but scary at the same time. Scary because Alec was HIV+. We were boyfriends for more than a year but were unable to have bare sex as we were sero-discordant. “What time did you want to start driving to your parent’s seaside unit tomorrow morning?” I asked. It was going to be my 23rd birthday this weekend and Alec had been planning to take me there to spend the weekend, just the two of us. I met Alec just over a year ago in the winter of 2001 while I was doing my postgraduate studies in a University town in the East Midlands. That winter was my first term break, and I decided to stay at my hostel instead of going back to my folks’ place. During the first term, I focused on my studies and was celibate. The break away from my parents meant a chance to find a hookup. I signed up to a gay dating website and browsed the profiles. Being a small university town, there weren't very many men on the dating site unlike the bigger cities. Stumbling across Alec’s profile, I took a moment to admire his pictures - he was totally my type, 44 with a dad bod, hairy, with a beard, with a balding head that he shaved - a very masculine looking top. I honestly didn’t think I had a chance to catch his interest. In my limited experience, I generally found guys that looked like Alec weren’t interested in slim, twinkish, nerdy looking guys like myself. So I moved on. I wish I had similar tastes to my gay friends and peers. Amongst them, I was the odd one out who found older men attractive. But hey, I like what I like. To my surprise, not long after I viewed his profile, Alec messaged me and we started chatting. It turned out he lived pretty close to where I was. We met and the sex was great. After sex, whilst having a chat, Alec revealed to me that he was HIV+. I remembered feeling quite calm at his revelation. I was more surprised at feeling so calm about the news than learning that he was HIV+. I only had safe sex with hookups and only saved bare sex for a significant other - a boyfriend/partner when we reached a level of trust and commitment, before properly consummating our relationship. However, nothing is always 100% safe and I had always expected that I would be more terrified of accidental infection despite all precautions. I had even surprised myself that even after Alec’s revelation, I was still willing to suck him without a condom. The sensation of rubber against flesh for anal sex was already awful. But the taste of rubber, orally? Vile. It simply cannot compare to sucking on rock hard flesh and drinking in the smell of manhood that isn’t drowned by the smell of rubber. The taste of salty pre-cum filling my taste buds - and with Alec being a leaker of pre-cum, it would have been a shame to miss all of that. It started as a one night stand, then moved on to meeting up every weekend as fuckbuddies. Fuck sessions eventually also became great hangout sessions with each other, and not long after we became exclusive. I never really pry about Alec’s past sexual history. I always had a thing for a very experienced top who had sowed his seeds. The idea that his cock had been to many other boy’s holes before mine turned me on - he must have fucked so many guys bare and got infected I thought. Prying might give way to revealing my dark fantasy which I found highly embarrassing and inappropriate on my part, so I kept it firmly hidden. Alec was my 3rd boyfriend/partner I had. With my first two boyfriends/partners, I remembered how exciting and special it was to be able to completely share our bodies completely with each other after we went to the doctors and tested clean. It was intimate and special - the joining of flesh of two people in love, full skin to skin contact. The memories of the love making with my ex-es only served to highlight how unnatural a piece of latex worn over the dick felt. It was unfair I could experience such a connection with ex-es but not with a current boyfriend. Unfortunately, bare love making would always be a forbidden fruit between Alec and I, yet it didn’t mean I wasn’t frustrated at the situation. Unconsciously, I let out a sigh. “Why the sigh?” Alec asked, “What are you thinking about?” I felt my cheeks turning hot. “It’s nothing,” I said. Alec’s lips formed a mischievous smile, “When you say ‘nothing’ and your face is as red as a beetroot, it usually means you have some naughty thought that you are too shy to share. Spill it, let me enjoy it too.” I made an inward sigh. Alec would badger me to tell him what I was thinking, so I confessed, “I was just feeling frustrated that circumstances prevent us from having bare sex, ok? I just like the idea of being so physically close to you that we are joined together but we can’t.” Alec’s features softened, though his eyes seemed to smoulder at the same time. “I know what you mean. It’s a crap situation.” A moment of silence passed before the playful spark appeared in Alec’s eyes. “I have an idea - have you ever tried frottage? — Ok, that blank look on your face has given me my answer. Why don’t you lie face down? And don’t worry, I am not going to fuck you, the angle would be all wrong, don’t worry.” It was definitely a term I had never come across. I had absolutely no clue what Alec was talking about. Letting him take charge (which I rather like), he positioned me on the bed face down. Unconsciously, I arched my arse upwards in anticipation as if to invite Alec to fuck. “Nope, don’t raise your arse up. Don’t tempt me, just lie flat. We’re not going to fuck. I’ll keep you safe,” Alec said. Just as I complied, I felt a generous amount of cold lube being rubbed between the crack of my arse cheeks and my upper thighs. I stifled a gasp as the edges of his palm rubbed over my taint, before travelling in between my legs. “Feels nice, doesn’t it? My hands rubbing between your crack?,” I could ‘hear’ the grin in his tone, “Now you stay lying flat and I want you to keep your legs shut as tightly as possible. I’ll let you feel something nicer than my hands down your crack.” I felt Alec positioned himself above me as if getting ready to fuck me. I trust that he wasn’t going to fuck me, yet a thrill of anticipation washed through me. Both his hands pressed down against the bed, he was a little to far towards the bed head to be able to fuck me. His beefy hairy legs squeezed my slimmer smooth legs to make sure they are pressed tightly against each other. Instead of the side of his palm running against my crack, I felt his hard knob run from the top of my tailbone, right down between cheeks, then glancing past the entrance of my passage, before it reached the bottom of my crack and his cock slid in-between my smooth legs. Even though I could feel the angle of the cock was not right for penetrating, that brief glancing touch of his glans against my pucker caused me to gasp. Despite being unable to see Alec’s face, I knew he had a wicked grin on his face. He repeated the motion of thrusting hard just above the top of arse cheeks, letting his cock glide hard between the cleft of my butt, quickly running over my hole and between my legs. Even though his cock did not enter my passage, the force of his cock still sent shockwaves to my prostate. For brief fleeting moments, the helmet of his cock was tantalisingly close to my hole before it moved away in between my pressed thighs. It dawned on me that this was the closest his piss slit ever got to my opening. I felt a momentarily uneasy - would the dangerous pre-cum oozing out of Alec’s piss hole be smeared all over my entrance? It should be safe, I reasoned to myself, the thrill of the situation and being closer to Alec overwriting any concerns, and my unease subsided and was quickly eclipsed by the thrill of how close we were to do something we shouldn’t. Alec’s rod, a tool for both pleasure and danger, so close to my passage. “Imagine if I was actually really fucking you like this with my bare cock. We get too horny and throw caution into the wind, fuck raw skin to skin like two boyfriends should. As I get close to cumming, I ask you where you want me to cum and you ask me to cum in you,” Alec said, panting. I froze in shock, arousal and unease at Alec’s fantasy. To be precise, I was shocked at how intense I found the idea arousing, but there was an underlying unease. “It is just a fantasy, Jamie. I’ll keep you safe like I always have, I promise,” Alec said soothingly and my unease faded as I got into the fantasy. Had it been anyone else who shared that fantasy, I would have been utterly scandalised and put a stop to it. There was no way I would even confess to finding that idea titillating. I once read an article about these people called ‘bug-chasers’. I couldn’t fathom how anyone could have such ridiculous notions. However, at this moment, it wasn’t some random stranger’s bug. It was Alec’s. His load was dangerous and toxic, yet I could suddenly hear its seductive promise of the most intimate of bonds with my boyfriend. I wondered at that moment if I had gained some insight about what those bug-chasers meant when they talked about a bond and a brotherhood. A bond with Alec - it was heady and intoxicating. I found myself immediately deeply embarrassed by how I found this [banned word] fantasy so arousing. I managed to find my voice and tentatively joined in with the fantasy,, “That’s so wicked, Alec… A poz boyfriend pozzing his neg boyfriend, making him his forever.” “That idea turns you on too, Jamie? We throw caution to the wind and give ourselves completely to each other to pleasure each other? At the end of it, I deliver my poz cum in you? Knock you up with my viral load? You’ll always be mine,” The idea was primal and animalistic, and spoke to a base and basic instinct that I never knew I had. The love making between 2 negative guys could never form this biological connection that Alec could with me. Suddenly, the bare love making I had shared with my previous 2 exes felt lacking comparison with what Alec’s dirty seed could offer. They left no permanent mark on me. I wanted to voice this out to Alec to feed into his fantasy but I struggled to voice out the [banned word] ideas. The ideas made me so horny that I felt my orgasm building, “I’m going cum.” “Me too,” Alec responded as he thrusted. Years of safe sex indoctrination kicked in and I reflexively reminded Alec, “Please don’t cum on my hole.” But as I said it, the idea of Alec searing hot cum splashed all over my hole and being dangerously close to dripping into my entrance tipped me over the edge and I came. “Don’t worry I wouldn’t,” Alec panted as he gave a few more hard thrusts, before pushing his cock completely between my legs and came. I felt his warm dangerous cum wetting my inner thighs and the bed. “Enjoyed that?” “Yea,” I replied breathlessly, “it is as close as we can pretend to fucking bare.” To my surprise, the disappointment in being unable to fuck bare weighed heavily.

To be kind, have fun and be piggy

I was a condoms-only boy, who always loved being fucked by older men. A lot of older guys struggled to stay hard with a combination of age / condoms / my very tight ass, so the easiest thing to change was to get rid of the condom. I never looked back.

Gave my first load of 2024 to a regular buddy at a NYE party in New York City 😈

Celebrated new year with an unwanted and unplanned homophobic guest. Well, at midnight I've hugged my guy and planted a passionate kiss on his lips in front of the fucker then shouted "happy new year".

M came and sat on the couch with S and I. I already felt so horny after taking ywo strangers loads in front of my teo straight friends. And now, here I was sitting in between these two very sexy straight guys on the couch. Ive been in some pretty slutty situations, but this was one of my sluttiest Ive ever felt. M dumped the rest of the drugs on the coffee table in front of us. He started cutting it up into lines for us. We didnt really say much, s just had his head laying back on the couch, he looked very relaxed. I had my hand resting on his thick, muscular thigh. I was tracing one of his veins with my index finger. The music was still going, and it actually allowed me to really start to lose myself. I reach my other hand out and found M's back with my eyes closed. He was leaned forward cutting up the lines. I started caressing his back and it felt amazing putting my hands on these two guys bodies. M sat up and I opened my eyes. He grabbed the bill off the table and rolled it up. He leaned forward again and took a rail from the fat railes on the table. He passed the bill to S, who also took the fattest line on the table. He then turned to me to pass me the bill. I told him I dont think I can take anymore up my nose. And he just smiled at me. "You want another one up your ass dont you?" I didnt say anything and they both just chuckled. "Then get up." S said. So i stood up and bent over the couch, I arched my back and presented my hole. S spanked my ass and got up behind me. He scooped up a line from the table onto the bill. He told me to arch more and get my hole in the air. He'll dump the line on my hole and finger it in, but he didn't want me to drop any. So i turned any put my chest on the couch seat and arched as hard as I could. My back was straining from arching so deep. I felt him dump the chunky powder on my hole, then I felt a fat finger pushing against my hole. It slowly penetrated my used wet hole. I started moaning instantly. It felt so good to have something inside me. I wanted to be full again. It burned a little, but more of a warmijg sensation than a burn. It felt fucking incredible. I felt more hands on my back. Rubbing and caressing. Running up and down my spine as my hole was being fingered. I was pushing my ass back, meeting each thrust of his finger. I needed it deeper. Fuck, i wanted more. I asked him if he could use more fingers. "Damn, how many you want?" S replied with a laugh. "As many as you can fit. It feels so fucking good." My hole was so fucking hungry. I just kept thinking about fucking slutty I was being. And about the time I was gangbanged while blindfolded. And all the other times I had been so high and so slutty. I wanted raw cocks and cum. I wanted my hole stretched by as many men I could get. All of these dirty thoughts were rushing through my mind as S pushed two, then three, then 4 fingers into me. "Fuck man, you want me to keep going?" I could tell he was kind of impressed. "Yes please..." was all I could say. He continued to push 4 fingers into my hole. We started to find the rythym with the music. I was moaning and telling him how fucking amazing it felt. Then I felt a hand cupping my balls. I looked bavk and it was M. He was actually touching my balls and cock. My straight buddy was interested in doing more. His curiosity must have taken over after his ass was tongued snd fingered and the MDMA started to really kick in. I asked him if he wanted to try. He smile and said, "sure..." His voice was a little unsure, but he said yes, and I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. I stood up and turned around to face the brothers. I leaned in and kissed S and thanked him for his service. We kind of laughed a bit and he said, "no problem man. I kinda liked it too." I told M to bend over like I was. And he did. His massive ass was fully in the air. His perfect tight pink asshole was completely on display. S couldn't take his eyes off of it. I asked S if he could get the line from ghe table for me, so I could eat his hole and get it wet enough to push my finger into. He obliged and I went to town. M was practially yelling his moans were so loud. His face was pressed so hard into the couch, thank god, otherwise the neighbors would have thought someone was being torchered. S had the line ready on the bill, so i reluctantly lifted my face out of his hole and let S dump the line onto the now semi open wet hole. I slowly slide my finger into his willing pussy. He was still moaning. He kinda jumped a bit at the initial entry, but started to calm down a bit and got into the feeling of my finger inside him. As I felt his hole start to relax, i put a second finger inside him. I heard S snorting a line from table. I assumed it was probably too much for him to watch my stretching his brothers hole out with my fingers. I pulled out my index and middle fingers from his hole slowly, watching his pussy close after removing them from him. I went in with three. His moans didnt increase. He was taking it so well. I cpuld tell the molly was taking effect. He was definitely enjoying his hole being played with. I started to bend my fingers and massage his prostate. He really loved that. Moaning and pushing his ass back onto my hand, his back arching so hard. It was one of the sexiest things Ive ever seen. His body was perfection. Such a masculine man loving his pussy played with. I increaded to 4 fingers. His hole was completely stretched to the maximum. From never being played with, to having 4 fingers inside his hole, he was in heaven. I tried to put in my thumb too, he jumped and yelped. "No, no, no, i don't think I can." But then his body relaxed again, and I continued. I pushed forward, and he was pushing back onto my hand. Fuck...he really wanted it. I know that feeling, wanting more. Wanting to have your hole completely stretched and open. Then, i felt S put his hand on my shoulder. His other hand slowlybstarted to rub my arm. The arm who's fingers were currently in his brother's pussy. It slowly made its way down to his brother's hole and he slid his middle finger into his brother's open hole. I pulled my fingers out and S put 4 of his fingers in. M's face was still buried in the couch cushions, he was unaware that his brother was thr one who was now opening up his pussy. Holy Fuck, i couldn't believe what was happening. This was a first for me. Ive been in lots of really crazy and hot situations, but this was a first. And it really fucking turned me on. I looked up at S and he was fixated on his brother's hole. I think he was also shocked at what he was doing, but he didnt stop. He continued. Putting his fingers in his brother's incredible ass, then pulling them out. Putting them in and pulling them out. M was in ecstasy. He was rocking back and forth on his brother's hand, it looked like he was trying to get the whole thing inside his pussy. I just watched in awe, then i moved my hand to S's cock and slowly jerked him while he was working over his brother's hole. I started to make out with him deep with lots of tongue. S was definitely turned on. He was letting go of all his inhibitions and letting himself go and making out with me so deeply. I dropped to my knees and started sucking S's cock. I wanted to get him hard. I wanted to see where else this would go. I started feeling around on his hole while i sucked his cock. Then i slid my middle finger inside him while sucking his cock and playing with my own hole. My hole was so slick and hungry from the loads and the mdma. I was taking S's massive cock all the way down my throat. I had never been this fucking horny before. He was starting to grow in my mouth. He was getting harder and harder as I sucked and played with his hole. When he was almost fully hard, as hard as I think he could get under the circumstances, i stood up and made out with him again and started jerking his cock. I looked at the table and noticed that the couple had left their poppers, so i grabbed them and took a hit, then gavr them to S and he took a big hit too. Then i moved down to M and gently lifted his head and he saw me, in front of him and couldn't quite understand how i was in front of him and also fingering him as well. I just put the poppers under his nose and told him to take a deep hit. Which he did. Then i put it under his other nostril and told him to hit again. He did. Then one more. He did. He started really pushing back on his brothers hand, he really wanted to get his hole wrecked. I moved back to S and we made out some more while i jerked him off again. Then i pulled his cock to his brother's hole. At first he resisted, but then he allowed me to move his cock closer. His big cock was lined uo with his brother's hole while he continued to finger fuck him. M was moaning and talking to himself. "Yes... fuck...oh my god....my fucking hole...oh my fucking god...fuck my hole...im such a dirty slut..." he was obviously lost in his own world with the MDMA and poppers. Throwing his ass back and moaning. S pulled his fingers out and M pushed back into his brother's cock. He took it all the way down to the base in one go. He let out a loud moan. He fucking loved the cock inside him. And S has a big cock. Its 8.5 inches long and reasonably thick. S was in shock. He just froze. He couldnt believe what was happening. M continued to fuck himself on his brothers cock. Pulling all the way off and back down on it. I just stood back and watched. I opened the poppers and gave another hit to S. And then another. And then another. He was hitting them so deep. Aftet the last one, he put his hands on his brothers hips and actually started fucking him. God damn, this was the hottest thing Id ever seen. I went back to M and gave him another few hits from the poppers. He was still in a complete haze. I dont think alhe actually understood who was fucking him. His eyes were closed tight as he concentrated on the cock in his hole and thr pleasure of being fucked. They worked a good rythym to the heavy beat that was playing. They were both flying so high that they were just in their own worlds and I watched them completely losing themselves. I reached down and put my fingers in M's mouth. He willingly opened up and let me explore his mouth with my fingers. I moved in front of him and sat down. I pointed my cock toward his mouth to see if he would suck it. I rubbed thr head of my cock on his lips, but he just moved his face around it. I rubbed my cock all over his face, but he didnt suck it. He just wanted it in his ass. I rubbed his sweating back and enjoyed watching his brother wreck his hole. He was really pounding him now. M was taking it so hard and deep. I couldn't believe it. I then moved behind M and joing S. S pulled out and I slid my cock inside him. My dick is nowhere near as big as S, but M loved that too. But I could tell that he was starting to come back to his body again. He wasnt as enthusiastic as before. I pulled out and started fingering him again, but he slowly raised up to his hands and knees and looked back at me. "Holy fuck! That was intense. I didnt know I could do that. Thanks man!" S and I just looked at eachother and laughed. I told him that was the booty bump and poppers. It makes getting your hole played with very fucking intense. He gave a forced laugh and said, "damn, i guess." I dont thìnk he understood that it was his brother's cock he was riding. But that's something Ill never forget.

OK, I no longer seem to be able to add images, and my attempts to insert from or add links to hosting sites have failed. Will just have to be narration from here on… - - - I sat there looking out at the sea, thinking about what I had done and what lay in store for me. I was going to be getting fucked. A lot. If I wasn’t already, I was going to be getting pozzed. Everything I had planned my life was going to be in tatters. I could not stop this. I did not want to stop this. Images of Nick and Dane filled my mind, and my imagination took over as I pictured a house full of tatted studs like the various men I had seen Nick associate with so far. My dick got rock hard again. I don’t know what it was, but something caused me to turn and look back towards the trees. There, standing at the edge of the forest, I saw a man staring at me, smoking a cigarette. I knew he must be one of “the kids” from the way he looked, with the biohazard tattoos, the enormous chain, and the ripped body. Then something in me clicked. I wanted to look like that. I wanted to live like they did. I took one last look down at Hannah, and then stood up again. I grabbed my flip flops, and walked up towards the man. He watched me approach, his face remaining emotionless, and then as I neared he turned and walked into the gloom of the forest. I paused to watch him disappear, and then followed. I eventually caught up to him, as he had stopped to lean against a tree. “Are you Nick’s?” he gruffly asked, to which I just nodded. “So then why are you here now? He wants you solo.” “I know” I said. “But I don’t know how to find him. He said he would let me know when he wanted me.” “And?” he asked, glaring at me. I took a deep breath, and then closed my eyes. “I don’t want to wait” I said. “I don’t want to go back. I want to stay.” I opened my eyes and looked at the man, who in turn had a quizzical expression on his face. “So your wife…” “I’ll tell her, and get an annulment” I said. “Please, help me find him.” He gazed at me for a few moments longer, and then reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He put one in his mouth, offered me one that I accepted, and then lit them both up with his lighter. “OK” he eventually said. “I’ll take you to Nick, but it’s Bill who decides if you get to stay.” “Thank you” I said. The man, whose name I still did not know, pushed himself off the tree and then briskly walked off with me in pursuit. He took a couple of turns at what seemed to be random places in the trees, and then we emerged into a clearing. On the other side of it I could see Dane bouncing up and down on a man who was lying on his back, who I guessed was Nick. “Let’s give them a minute” said the man. “Dane gets cranky if he doesn’t take Nick’s load at least twice a day.” We stood in silence for a moment watching across the clearing at Dane enthusiastically fucking himself on Nick’s cock, before I spoke up. “I’m Joe, by the way” I said. “Anton” he replied. “How long have you…” “Three years” he said. “Bill hired me to do gardening just after I moved here. Hadn’t even been here a month and I was pozzed.” “Jesus” I said. “Yeah, my girlfriend was not happy” Anton continued, smirking a little for the first time. “Oh, you had a girlfriend?” “I’m bi” he replied. “You?” “I think… I think I’m gay” I said, admitting it to myself at the same time as I spoke the words. “Then your wife really isn’t going to be happy” Anton chuckled. Before we could say anymore, a couple of loud shouts from the other side of the clearing told us that Nick was breeding his boyfriend. “You’re up” said Anton, starting to walk over towards them. I quickly followed. “Gents” Anton said, as we reached the couple. “I found someone looking for you.” Dane and Nick both looked up at me, still coupled following their fuck. “Joe” said Nick, “what’s going on?” I waited until Dane had lifted himself up off his boyfriend, cum gushing out of his well used hole. Nick then slowly got himself up off the ground, and then stood in front of me waiting for a response. “I don’t want to wait” I said. “I got back to Hannah and just didn’t want to be there anymore. Please, I don’t want to wait.” Nick examined me for a moment, being joined by Dane who put his arm round his boyfriend. “You know, some things can’t be rushed” Nick eventually said. “It may take a while.” “I know” I said. “But once a day isn’t enough.” “Well, OK then” said Nick, smiling. “Knew you’d get here eventually, but didn’t think it would be within the hour!” All four of us set off walking out of the clearing and back into the trees, the destination unknown to me. During the walk, Nick and Dane told me their own story of how they had come to be here. Despite a ten year age difference between them, a hook up had turned into something more, and Dane had eventually moved into Nick’s apartment. They had come here for their second anniversary, which is when they’d agreed to open up their relationship to keep them both satisfied and into it. Bill and Hank had overheard the conversation from a nearby table, and had made their move later that evening. Nick and Dane had accepted their invitation for drinks and a moonlit dip in the men’s pool, and lubricated with the champagne the evening had progressed. Dane eventually joined Hank in the poolhouse, while Nick found his way to the couple’s bedroom. Dane bending over and taking loads was perfectly normal, but Nick was a top so it was more of a surprise when he lay back on the bed and opened his legs for Bill. By the following morning, both Nick and Dane were full of cum, and they stayed that way for the duration of their trip. This was an extended break for them both after Dane had been made redundant and Nick had just finished a very intense project, so there was more than enough time for them both to come down with the flu before they were due to fly home. Once recovered, they happily accepted Bill and Hank’s offer of a different kind of life, and soon moved in to the older couple’s sprawling mansion. They had never looked back. I listened in awe, somehow knowing that I needed some version of this for myself. I had held myself down for too long, and allowed others like Hannah and my parents to hold me down too. Somehow I needed to convince Bill and Hank that I should be allowed to stay, once Nick and Dane had converted me of course. The trees eventually started to thin out a bit, and then we started encountering high-end looking beach bungalows dotted around. I could not see any other people, but there were definite sounds of sex coming from a couple of the buildings as we passed them. “These are the outhouses” Nick said. “We each have one, but Dane and I also have a bedroom in the house.” “Lucky fuckers” said Anton. “Hey, you should be grateful you don’t have to just sleep in the gardening shed” laughed Dane. “Fuck off” growled Anton, although he smirked a little. After passing a few more of the huts, they rounded a corner and the main building appeared. It was huge. “Bill bought Apple stock at the right time” said Nick, sensing my awe. “I think they were already rich from property, but now they’re mega-rich.” “Wow” I said. “Yup, pretty much what we all said the first time” said Dane. “Just wait until you see the pool.” We made our way through an archway in the perimeter wall, and my mouth dropped open. There in front of me was a sight I knew I wanted to see every day. The pool and the loungers around the side were full of men who absolutely fit into the ‘look’ that these men had, but most prominent was a Russian-looking Adonis standing closest to us. How he was standing with so much silver round his neck I do not know, particularly with the huge scorpion pendant on the chain. “Welcome” said Nick. “This is our home. That there is Sergey, the pool boy.” I nodded at Sergey, who nodded back. ”Now” said Nick, “let’s get upstairs and see if we can’t make it your home too.”

Chapt 4 Alec The beast within me felt immense satisfaction at finally claiming our young mate. I experienced one of the most intense orgasms in my life as I delivered a huge load deep inside Jamie. I felt Jamie’s hot spunk on our bellies, glueing us together. I loved the spontaneity of fucking Jamie raw without a proper discussion of risks and consequences - both of us losing control together, the exhilarating thrill of moving step by step to raw fucking as boundaries were pushed and broken in an irresponsible manner. I also loved how Jamie asked me to cum outside of him, yet he clung onto me tightly with his pleading eyes simultaneously begging to be taken and for me to pull out. All the wicked fantasies we shared about me taking him without his consent finally came into fruition. As my orgasm died out and lucidity returned, I felt a growing guilt. It wasn’t like sowing my seeds on some random fuck who didn’t care to take care of himself. I had long rationalised if it wasn’t me pozzing said random fuck, it would eventually be someone else. But Jaime had a place in my heart unlike said random fuck. My hypocrisy was not lost on me that the last couple of days, I pushed Jamie’s boundaries with lustful delight. Chris, my best friend, would probably be rolling on the floor laughing at my sudden acquisition of a conscience. Our running gag was if gay men live by the ‘sword’, then we die by the ‘sword’. Jamie seemed to have returned to his senses as well. We looked at each silently, both breathing deeply, still joined by my semi-hard cock. “Are you ok, Jamie?” I asked gently. “Yea I am. And you?” Jamie responded, sounding a bit distant. A sign he was deep in thought. I withdrew from Jamie, letting him sit up beside me. “I am good - it was amazing. It was more than I hoped for. But I am sorry, Jamie - we should have discussed this properly. I know we talked about fantasies about me taking you without your consent, but without actually a proper discussion about boundaries, I should have pulled out,” I took a deep breath and continued, “But we can still protect you. They have medication for medical staff for situations where they are accidentally exposed to HIV. So long as the medication is taken within 72 hours of exposure, it should be able to prevent infection. We can go to the hospital and get them to prescribe you some.” It felt strange that the consequences of an act so intimate between my lover and I could be severed by some medication. As if the slate could just be wiped clean. We will have to go back to condoms too. My inner beast howled in protest after claiming our mate. I reminded myself that getting Jamie poz only benefited my sick perverted mind. “Oh,” I could see the cogs turning in Jaime’s head as he considered the information. “So what you are saying is that for the next 72 hours, we can fuck raw to our hearts content and I can go to the hospital to get the exposure medication and I wouldn’t be infected?” I almost burst out in laughter. It wasn’t quite what I was expecting him to say. Though 72 hours of ravishing my boyfriend did have a great appeal. Instead, I put on my responsible hat and stripped off sexually evocative poz words, “72 hours is a guideline. You need to get the treatment as soon as possible for the best results. The longer you take to go on medication or the greater the exposure level, sero-convertion can still happen even if the post exposure medication is taken. You shouldn’t have to pay for me losing control and being highly irresponsible. As you know Jamie, I am not on meds, so my viral load, while stable, is high so I may be more infectious than what is typically expected and therefore the exposure would be greater which may yield poorer results from the meds.” “Oh,” Jamie said and paused, mulling over the information some more. “Does this mean I should push out your cum to reduce as much cum in me as possible, therefore reduce exposure?” I couldn’t fault Jamie’s logic. However, it would be such a waste to push out all that cum immediately. It had been a long time since I had the opportunity to eat cum out of an ass since moving out of London, a few more moments of my toxic cum in Jamie should be alright, shouldn’t it? “Wait Jamie, sit on my face for a bit, I want to eat out your hole - It may be my only chance of ever doing this with my cum in your hole. Sit on my face.” An amused grin blossomed on Jamie’s face. I lay back on the bed and Jamie straddled my face. “I got a perfect view of your hole - it looks so red and it smells of cum and sex,” I growled before munching on his hole, drinking in the taste and smell close up. My tongue pushed easily into his already stretched hole. I pulled back, watching his hole twitch as pearly white cum leaked and flowed out on his puffy pink entrance. I watched with a morbid fascination wondering if there was enough broken skin on his pink entrance for my virus to seep in before I lapped up my cum, “Love tasting my cum mixed with your hole juices as it drips out of your hole, tasting our fuck.” “That’s so bad…” Jamie moaned, “I want to taste our fuck too.” Jamie suddenly leaned down and tentatively put my rock hard cock in his mouth and sucked my cock. Tentativeness grew to eagerness as he sucked up and down my rod. Jamie, feasting our sex juices on my cock, while I feasted on our sex juices from his hole. “Kiss me, Jamie. Let’s share what we are tasting with each other.” Jamie released my cock and repositioned himself, he straddled me on my waist, my long thick shaft rested in between his crack as he leaned down and kissed me. We dove our tongues into each other’s mouths, sharing the taste of our bodies with each other. Jamie rocked his hips, the cleft of his butt rubbed against my cock. We were lost in our kiss for a long time. When we finally took a moment to catch our breath, Jamie had a sombre look on his face and said, “And for the record, Alec, it was ‘we’ lost control. Not ‘you’ lost control. It was what made it so… intoxicating. ‘Us’ doing what we should not be doing together. Like we both lost our minds together step by step together, but somehow stayed in sync, remaining one mind - connected even in our madness. I don’t even think I make sense. If it was just one of us losing self control, it wouldn’t be the same because we are not of the same mind.” Jamie’s insight took me by surprise. He wasn’t wrong. “Thanks Jamie, I appreciate that.” Jamie remained silent for a bit as if mulling some more before his cheeks turned a little pink again and his cock throbbed. “What dirty thought crossed your mind, Jamie?” I grinned. “You know how you said earlier that your viral load has been high but stable, it just made me think that your cum is even more potent and dangerous than I thought. It was just a strange way to think of cum with those descriptions,” he responded softly. I found my cock throbbing between his arse cheeks. Jamie flashed a grin, “Wow, a barest hint of poz talk and your cock is throbbing. You’re really bad, Alec - for all your talk about asking me to go to the hospital to get meds, deep down you really like the idea of pozzing your younger boyfriend.” “Unfortunately, all this time you’ve been going out with a sick, perverted man, who gets off on doing things that he shouldn’t. I just kept it hidden from you all this time to keep you around. But I lost control last night, and now you know,” I replied with a grin, half joking, but also realising there was more truth in my statement than I cared to admit. “Is that so?” Jamie asked with an impish smile as if discovering a secret. Grabbing my cock underneath him, he positioned my knob at his entrance and gently rubbed them against each other. My knob, raw from the friction burns of our fucking, felt sore and tender against Jamie’s entrace. “We shouldn’t have let your knob and my hole teased each other last night. It all started with this,” he whispered teasingly. I growled with lust, my self control slipping, “You’re playing with fire, Jamie…” “I should have straddled you like you suggested earlier when you were teasing me with your cockhead. So that I would have been in control and you couldn’t slip into me,” he teased further. I smirked at his unintended challenge, “Sweet, naive Jamie. You must have only been with inexperienced tops before.” In a quick smooth practised motion, I grabbed his arse, pulled cheeks apart, tilt his hips into the right angle and buck my hips upwards in a single thrust. I felt a brief moment of resistance when my knob met his hole, before resistance gave way and my cock penetrated into his warm flesh, still well lubricated with my dirty seed. My cock stang from being chafed from our fuck, his warm flesh heightening the burn as it made my cock harder. I gave him a smug evil grin and boasted, “I could have easily entered you this way too.” Jamie moaned in pleasure but did not make any move to jump off my cock, which delighted me. I loved feeding from his pleasure and his desire for my cock. It was heightened even more by the idea that it was something we ‘shouldn’t’ be doing. Jamie leaned, resting his head on my shoulders, our chest pressing against each other and mouth beside my ear and he whispered huskily, “You said that you shouldn’t be fucking me raw anymore, or your potent virus might be too much for the meds.” As he said that, he began to slowly move himself up and down on my cock. “Don’t move,” I told Jamie, “let me fuck you instead.” Jamie stilled himself as I bucked my hips, my both hands pulling his cheeks apart as much as possible for full access. The beast within me taking control.. It wants to breed our mate again. “Yea, I shouldn’t be fucking you raw. But I’m not a good person, Jamie. I tell myself that I should keep you safe as your boyfriend, but what I really want is to be the man who knocks you up. Mark you as mine. You’ll always have a part of me in you. What kind of sick boyfriend has these kinds of thoughts and acts on them? Especially on his younger boyfriend just at the start of his life” Jamie groaned and clutched onto me, “It is so perverted, but I love hearing that you want to do these wicked things to me, to be tied to you forever.” “On your back, Jamie. I know you like me on top and properly in control. Going to give you another good fucking.” Jamie got up and moved across the bed as I sat up, I had a good look at my fucktool. Frothy white cummy foam coated my rod, my crotch damp with some of the cum that backflowed out due to churning my own cum. As Jamie lay on his back, he caught sight of my cock and sucked in air in a hiss, “That looks so hot -I’ve never seen a cock so cummy before, it looks so slutty.” I knew a devilish grin was plastered on my face as I got in between Jamie’s legs, flaunting my hard wet tool, wet with my own cum. “None of your neg ex-boyfriends ever fucked on their own cum? Probably because they are just firing blanks. Whereas your poz boyfriend has his toxic load that he wants to massage into your passage and your blood stream,” I said, simultaneously slamming myself into Jamie and fucking him, “Massaging my cum in you with my cock.” Jamie lay back giving himself completely to me. His submissive manner looked completely wanton in my sex craze haze. Lewd sounds of flesh slapping flesh reverberated in the room as we clung onto each other. “So hot, losing control together and giving into our desire for each other,” Jamie murmured feverishly I felt my cum building up. Jamie still had not verbalised that he wanted my cum. I needed to know that he wanted all of me - my dirty toxic cum, my virus. “Where do you want me to cum, Jamie?” I asked Jamie, our eyes fastened. Jamie hesitated for a moment, which almost caused my heart to sink before he said, “Cum in me Alec, make me yours forever.” It was like a dam burst as my orgasm exploded as I gave my boyfriend my second toxic load in him, delivered deep into his guts. I felt Jamie cum within seconds after I came. I lay on our backs panting, holding each other’s hands and catching our breath for a few minutes. “Last chance, Jamie. We go to the hospital now, or I’m keeping you in this unit for the next 72 hours and keep pumping load after load of my potent viral cum into you.” There was not a little dread that Jamie would choose to go to the hospital. It would be the right decision. The sensible one. A part of me was not ready to lose what we have just discovered together as boyfriends and lovers. Jamie cuddled up to me, our sweaty sticky skin plastering on each other. “I don’t know if I can lose what we had just shared,” he said, echoing my thoughts. “I never felt so close to anyone, so connected and bonded.” We did not leave the unit for the next 72 hours. 2 months later I heard the door open as Jamie came back. I popped my head out of the kitchen and asked, “So, what were the results?” “It came back positive,” Jamie confirmed. “Are you feeling ok?” While the results are not unexpected, sometimes reality can hit harder than fantasy.. “Unlike other newly poz guys, I have you,” Jamie hugged me and I held him. “So what did you and the doctor talk about?” “Oh, she said I was taking it all very calmly. I said I knew who poz-ed me. She asked if we were having protected sex now…. I said no. Then she said that even though I am poz and got it from you, we need to use protection because the virus mutates separately in our bodies. Unprotected sex may mean we get re-infected by a new mutated strain from even each other… and we may end up harming each other. She said, I quote, ‘You don’t want to harm your boyfriend or your boyfriend harm you, do you?’” My cock stirred in my pants, tenting. Jamie eyed my hardon with a salacious grin. In a mischievous tone, he said, “The doctor made it sound so serious and dangerous, Alec. Maybe we need to discuss having safe sex.” I pinned Jamie against the wall, pressing our hardons against each other. Over the last two months, Jamie had really gotten into poz talk and play with me. I huskily said, “We are never fucking with a condom, Jamie.” “But I’ll be such an irresponsible boyfriend, re-infecting my boyfriend over and over again with my strain, never knowing when it might mutate,” Jamie teased, working me up with all the right buttons. I growled, “We are never fucking with a condom. We will keep swapping our juices and recharging each other with our strains… fuck if they mutate.” “People are going to say we are so irresponsible and have such an unhealthy relationship… We risk harming each other while we make love.” “That’s why it is perfect and right for the two of us,” I said, kissing Jamie to shut him up.

Chapter 2: Alec Jamie and I were on the road to my parent’s seaside unit. The drive was unusually quiet. I wondered if Jamie was thinking about our play time last night just like I was - namely, the little fantasy about pozzing him as I was frotting him. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jamie staring out of the window on his side of the car as if deep in thought. I drank in the sight of my slim nerdy partner. Even now, I marvelled at how we were boyfriend/partners. As much as I found Jamie very attractive, there was once upon a time when I would not have considered being in a relationship with someone who would only have sex with me with a condom. Life throws strange curveballs. I discovered that I was poz in ‘89. By 2000, my CD4 still remained good though the viral load kept fluctuating over the years. My doctor termed me as a long term non-progressor and I was encouraged to get on meds, but as I wasn’t progressing, I decided I wasn't in any rush. The doctors said that I should always wear a condom, even if I was having sex with other poz guys. There was a risk of cross infection from different strains of HIV. The doctors say it like it would logically act as a deterrent to raw sex - afterall, you’d think I would have learnt from the first infection. However, the only effort I put into safe sex, was if my sex partner insisted that we use a condom. Instead, the idea that a poz sex partner and I swapped DNAs, leaving an indelible mark of our viruses in each other, regardless if we were casual strangers or life partners, got my juices going. Or a neg guy who didn’t care whose loads he was taking, getting knocked up by my toxic seed, and I becoming his poz daddy. It was primal, natural and raw - re-charging strains, or knocking up someone. A heady mix of raw pleasure, intimacy, risk and danger rolled into one. When I was living in London several years ago, which had a huge sleazy gay population, my profile read “Safe Sex: never”. Despite that, there was never a shortage of guys in London willing fo fuck bare. Most didn’t ask too many inconvenient questions, all too eager to take a bare cock without question. Some would certainly be poz and not know it. Others probably still neg but their neg days were certainly numbered. On rare occasions, I might find a bug chaser who wanted me to confirm that my load was toxic. Sometimes it was meeting another poz guy, both of us throwing caution to the wind and medical advice and fucking raw, mixing our toxic strains in an evil genetic soup. Unfortunately, I had to move out of London to a small university town partly in the East Midlands. Partly to be close to my ageing grandmother who had no other family nearby, and partly because I was also offered a pretty well paid job in that region. However, it seemed like all the sleazy gay men in the UK had moved to London. There was a non-existent underground bareback scene where I was now located. I got the distinct impression I would be staked and burned if I so much as suggested raw fucking. To have any luck to get laid, I had to change my profile to read “Safe Sex: Always”. In the early days after my move, I might risk a cheeky poke and slip my cock into a bottom willing enough to let my cock slide in bare and not discuss. Unlike the guys I picked up in London, more often than not, I would illicit outrage. I guess it was true that more conservative folks tend to be out here. Gradually, I stopped trying, only going back to my wicked ways if I was up in London visiting. Meeting Jamie and getting along well with him was a pleasant surprise especially since Jamie was particularly conscientious about using a condom when we had sex. We formed a nice easy rapport quickly early in the piece, and since I more or less had to use condoms with everyone out here, he was a top candidate to be a fuckbuddy. It sounds mercenary describing this now, but that was the honest truth about how things started between us. Over time, I discovered that we got along really well, and I really enjoyed his company. I always knew that companionship was a powerful motivator, but trust me when I say that even I surprised myself when it was I who suggested to Jamie we should see each other as boyfriends, and exclusive, no less. I smiled at the memory of how Jamie’s face lit up when I proposed the idea of seeing each other. Jamie, being quite a reserved person, would probably never broach the subject first. My best friend, Chris, who still lived in London, joked that I must either be having a mid-life crisis or super desperate and/or lonely. Chris was certain that if Jamie and I met in London, I would never have asked to meet with Jamie for the first time, much less a second time because of the condom. Nothing like a best friend who knew how shallow I was. I cannot deny that Chris was wrong, but I guess fate spun things this way. Jamie and I met in a specific time in my life with a specific set of circumstances that made things right at that moment. Lack of bare sex notwithstanding, I genuinely enjoyed Jamie’s company and am in love with him. There was a certain sweetness and innocence that Jamie had that I found alluring. In a different time, I would be finding ways to lead him down the corrupted path, as I often did with previous exes or fuckbuddies. Instead, I found myself in an unfamiliar territory of being at war internally - I felt protective over Jamie, and yet I still desired to poz him. A quandary I never had before. Maybe it was moving into this small town and slipping into the facade of a responsible poz top that I was starting to believe my own bullshit. Fine, maybe I feel more for Jamie than I did my previous exes or fuckbuddies. “That’s not you, Alec. You’ll get bored of him one day,” Chris said to me not long ago. BAH! Chris was probably disappointed that Jamie would be my first boyfriend since we’ve known each other that he wouldn’t get to fuck. We were both a top & top-verse, and got off sharing our bottom boyfriends and fuckbuddies with each other. My cock turned hard at the lewd image of my sweet innocent Jamie bouncing up and down Chris’ cock like a slut while I plough Ross, Chris’ boyfriend - Chris and I churning our mixed cum in our boys, a frothy mixture of cum coating our shafts, massaging our mixed toxic cum into our boys and knobs. At the end of the session, both boys are so stuffed with our mixed toxic seed, our strains mingling with each other through our boys, before passing from our boys to ourselves. An unreachable fantasy in this instance. I can even imagine how Jamie would react if I shared this with him - turning all red and scandalised. My mind drifted back to frotting Jamie last night - it was the closest my piss slit ever got to his opening. What made it hotter was Jamie even briefly sharing his fantasy of taking my toxic load. It had almost made me lose my resolve last night and I came close to ‘accidentally’ blowing my load all over his hole and watched my juices slowly seep into his passage even though Jamie begged me not to cum over his hole. In the end, my protective feelings towards Jamie won out in the end. Unfortunately, feeling protective over Jamie was a double edged sword. My deviant mind always loved the idea of perverting my role of an older boyfriend/husband/partner, from one who is supposed to be caring, nurturing and a protective lover to my younger spouse, to that of a selfish, deviant lover, who wanted nothing more than to taint my boyfriend with my viral load and maximising the pleasure I can get for cock out of my boyfriend’s hole. I love it when bottoms lose control and beg for raw cock. For the first time, I actually have someone I wanted to protect and keep myself under control and yet… I was under no illusions that my resolve is held by a thread, and the idea of giving in to my desires and losing control, or far more alluring, the idea of both Jamie and I mutually losing control… Even darker fantasies started being spun in my head. Thoughts of pinning Jamie down and ravishing him completely with my bare cock despite his protest, knocking my boyfriend up and making him completely mine. Despite all the prim and proper protestation, Jamie secretly loved me raping his hole, as he half fights and half gives in to his desire. I wondered if Jamie was aware how he whimpered louder last night every time the glans of my cock brushed against his smooth pink pucker. I would love to hear how he would cry out in pleasure when my knob breaches his hole…. My cock stayed hard for the entire drive and my boxers had several wet spots from my pre-cum. By the time we reached the unit, I had worked my horniess up to a frenzy. Stepping in through the front door of the unit, I told Jamie, “I think you should get on your knees and suck me off.” A playful and naughty grin flashed on Jamie’s face as he got on his knees dutifully and began to undo my pants. My cock sprang out, rock hard with pre-cum dripping out of the piss hole. My thick and veiny cock sticking out of my hairy crotch contrasted against Jamie with his neatly combed hair, a nerdy pair of glasses and his youthful clean shaven face. Ideas of corrupting Jamie in all sorts of manner surfaced - especially a biologically corruption. Jamie’s mouth stretched wide open to accommodate the girth of my cock and my cock throbbed in response to the slutty sight of a clean cut nerdy young man taking on my cock. His eyes held mine as his mouth worked my sex tool. It was one thing I really enjoyed about sex with Jamie, we both liked to watch each other’s expressions - as if trying to capture every micro-expression of bliss as we pleasure one another, and feeding off each other’s pleasure, a powerful mental connection that stuck in a perpetual feedback loop. “Mm, you look so good servicing my cock,” I said in a low tone, as he worked my pants down onto my ankles, then using his hands running them over my hairy thighs. He loved feeling my fur, just as I love feeling his smooth skin. I growled, “I don’t think I can wait any more - I need to fuck you. Let’s get on the bed.” We stripped naked and practically stumbled our way into the bedroom. I noticed that the built-in wardrobes beside the bed had floor to ceiling mirrored doors. I had never brought anyone here for sex before, but I was now also looking forward to watching ourselves play in the mirror with plans to update the wardrobe at home to floor to ceiling mirrored doors - what a great idea. Jamie lay back on the bed, lifting his legs up, exposing his pink smooth hole and I knelt in front of Jamie. I then lifted his arse up with my hairy paws so that his arse was close to my mouth, and he was practically on balancing his shoulders. We kept our eyes locked onto each other as I slowly moved my head down towards his hole to eat him out, never breaking our gaze. I fed on the anticipation on his face as my mouth got slowly closer and closer to his hole before he gasped when we finally made contact. I loved watching Jamie writhe as I pushed my tongue deep into his hole. His moans made me work my tongue even more. Pushing hard against his pucker one moment, before being gentle. I paused munching on his hole a moment and said, “Imagine my tongue is my cockhead, pressing against your hole.” I dove my tongue in hard on his hole and Jamie seemed to cry out in pleasure even louder than before. A sign he was more turned on, no doubt by the wicked idea planted in his head. “You like pretending that it is my cockhead working at your entrance. Imagine it is just the tip of my cock, rubbing and prodding.” “That’s so wicked, and it feels so good,”Jamie moaned, “I wish we could do it for real but it isn’t safe.” “But we can pretend,” I responded smoothly, and ate his hole with renewed vigour. My trimmed beard sanding his smooth crack raw. I decided I needed to cum to take the edge off, before I drove myself crazy. I reached for my bag to grab the lube and condom and cursed at my discovery, “Fuck, there are no more condoms left in the box.” “Oh,” I heard disappointment in Jamie’s voice - no doubt he was looking forward as much as I was to railing him. There was a slight pause, then he continued shyly as if he were confessing to one of the seven deadly sins, “How about you cum by frottage? It felt so good yesterday and that wicked fantasy you had too was very horny.” Jamie’s suggestion perked my mood. Sure, lying face down normally meant that we could not feed off each others’ expressions, but this time we have a floor to ceiling mirror which allows us to watch ourselves and see each other’s faces. Repositioning Jamie to lie face down on the bed, I rubbed a generous amount of lube between his arse cheeks and between his slim smooth thighs. I drank in Jamie’s male form before positioning myself over Jamie, my cockhead sat on his tailbone before slowly gliding down between his arse cheeks, the flesh of my knob glancing over his puckered flesh, before sliding snuggly between smooth thighs. It was a mimicry of fucking. My cock felt warm flesh engulfing my shaft but it lacked the primal edge raw fucking had: where top and bottom were completely exposed to each other of their bodily fluids and virus, where risk, danger, pleasure and intimacy all rolled into one.. I looked into the mirror and drank the sight of me above Jamie. My eyes caught Jamie’s through the mirror, he moaned, “You look so sexy, Alec - your beefy body is such a wicked contrast to mine.” “Yea? You like seeing us in the mirror? My older beefy hairy body against your younger smooth slender body?” “It looks so…” Jamie at a loss for a word before settling on, “... perverse…” “An innocent boyish looking man taken by his older animalistic looking lover? Without any context, what someone might see in the mirror would look like you’re being taken advantage of by me,” I suggested with a lot of heat in my voice. The dark fantasies during the drive snuck free and the thread holding my protective feelings snapped away. It would be so easy to overpower my slim slender boyfriend with my beefy bear form and bury my cock deep in him and plough him. A simple matter to pin him down, change the angle slightly of my cock slightly and we would be joined, forever making him as mine, giving him his first poz load. My body subconsciously began to shift the angle of my body lower relative to Jamie’s - this changed the angle of the thrust bit by bit. I discovered my unconscious movement when my cockhead wasn’t gliding smoothly across Jamie’s arse crack. There was a distinct sense of a bump on my knob’s trail down to between his crack. As if a portion of my knob got caught in Jamie’s hole before the force of my thrusts knocked it out. “Ohhhhh, it feels so good, how your cock feels like it is briefly caught in my hole without entering,” Jamie moaned. Hearing his delight, I shifted down a bit more and his pucker captured my knob even more without it slipping in. Teasing Jamie was also teasing myself. I fed into Jamie’s pleasure, relishing how tantalizing close we were to fucking, “Yea, it feels good for me too, Jamie - love hearing how you moan everytime my cock get briefly caught on your hole.” I found myself again angling myself even lower to “catch” onto Jamie’s hole more and he moaned even louder. As I lifted my cock up to the top of his crack, I noticed the slightest, almost imperceptible movement by Jamie lifting his arse ever so slightly in response. I was rewarded with the sight of my red angry glans of my cock breaching Jamie’s pink hole when I moved down slowly and deliberately.. We both gasp in pleasure. The angle was still not right for fucking. If I pushed down or forward, my cock would come out, so I stayed still so that we remained joined by the tiniest bit. The barest of taste of my boyfriend’s bare entrance engulfing my knob. No doubt Jamie was relishing the feel of bare flesh, instead of cold sterile rubber, pushing his hole apart. My piss slit, the gateway of my toxic cum, was now within the borders of his passage. I could feel pre-cum oozing, and my cock throbbed in excitement as I pictured it dripping into my boy. My primal brain wondered if my pre-cum was poisonous enough to convert him like this. We shouldn’t be doing this. Yet neither of us moved to break free. The forbidden nature of this act was deeply arousing. We held still for several moments in silence, joined knob to hole, as if speaking would break the spell. Jamie had not said anything nor had he told me to stop but his eyes were riveted at our connection through the mirror. I was so horny and eager to properly take and possess my boyfriend. With any other guy, I would have acted even earlier to reposition myself to slide my cock all the way - not missing the window of opportunity of the lack of protest. But this was my Jamie, the monster in me somehow gave Jamie a few more additional moments to protest before I found myself repositioning myself so that I could slide my cock in all the way. No doubt Jamie could feel and see me shifting and would understand my intent. This was going to be the point of no return for us. Just as I got into position, he suddenly cried, “Please don’t fuck me without a condom.” I froze, leaving my cockhead clasped by Jamie’s hole. I looked back at Jamie through the mirror, his eyes had a look of panic, but I could see he was fighting desire. There was a wave of disappointment and I wouldn’t deny that the temptation was there to just fuck Jamie anyway just like my fantasy - he would love it. But I managed to keep fantasy and reality separated like a responsible top and pulled myself out. “Sorry, Alec,” Jamie said, looking very apologetic through the mirror, but I could see relief and disappointment in his face. Maybe he did want me to take him regardless of what he said. “It’s ok, Jamie. It felt very good for me though.” To my surprise, Jamie asked shyly, “It felt really good for me too. Could we do what we did earlier - just the tip but no fucking?” My body moved without thinking, re-positioning myself smoothly. I heard Jamie whispered, “Don’t fuck me…. Please… just the tip. Oh we shouldn’t be doing this.” I was very aroused by Jamie’s desire for the tip of my cock, the thrill of the forbidden, of pushing boundaries. In one day, we went from frottage to ‘just the tip’. Maybe it wouldn’t be long before I truly get to take Jamie properly, my over aroused sex addled brain thought.. “I wouldn’t fuck you, Jamie. I promise,” I whispered soothingly. Jamie’s arsed arched up tentatively despite his protests. His body language in contrast to his words. Temptation returned - It would be so easy to fuck him. A single thrust me and I would be completely in him. I strongly suspected Jamie and I shared the same fantasy of me taking him against his consent, my cock swelling at the idea till it ached. I moved my knob very slowly in and out of Jamie - just the tip as I promised. My knob plopping out, before prodding his entrance apart, slipping in and out with mini-thrusts. We were tantalizingly close to proper fucking and love making. A little forbidden taste of each other’s bodies. Jamie moaned with delight, telling me it felt so good one moment, then begging that I not fuck him. The idea of slowly wearing down his resolve and making him lose control of his dark desires of taking my poz load titillate me. “We aren’t fucking Jamie, just the tip, I promise,” I said gently, though Jamie could see the wicked evil grin plastered on my face. “The tip feels so good. Your knob is just stretching me open, then leaving and the muscle closes up before it gets forced wide open. It feels so good. I hope it is good for you too.” “It’s great, Jamie,” I sped up my mini thrusts, Jamie’s sphincter pleasuring my knob and I felt my cum building up. I wanted so badly to blow my load into Jamie even if I wasn’t balls deep in him. “Where do you want me to cum?” I shouldn’t have to ask Jamie - I knew he wasn’t ready for me to cum in him yet. Yet, an evil part of me decided that I would blow my load inside Jamie if he did not answer my question - to hell with positive consent. Would he even hear my question amidst our moans? There was a long pause, as if Jamie was debating this internally before he finally said, “Please cum outside of me.” I was so close to blowing my load inside Jamie, but I pulled out immediately. The first volley of cum shot onto his slightly stretched hole before I managed to deposit the rest of my cum on his lower back. “Your cum is searing hot— ugh–” Jamie’s cries of orgasm joined mine. Did my cum hitting his hole tipped him over the edge? When we both finished cumming, I looked at the single glop of cum painted onto his twitching hole, imagining his hole drinking in my juices and my seed dripping ever slowly down his passage. “Could you get a towel to wipe off your cum, please?” Jamie asked, breaking me from my daydream. “Of course,” I said, grabbing a towel wiping the spunk off his lower back first before slowly wiping the spunk off his hole. “Do you think I’m still ok?” Jamie asked quietly as if lost in his thoughts. “You’ll be fine, Jamie. There was a lot of lube - I’m sure there was no torn flesh,” I said soothingly. That is why I prefer spit. Sure, prep is a lot easier with lube - but spit, it dries quicker - it is all natural. A chafed cock and a torn hole - as we fuck, bits of blood and cum mingling, the perfect swapping of body fluids. And lube tastes horrible. Silence draped the air for a few breaths, then Jamie continued softly, “I thought you were going fuck me anyway even though I told you not to. The worst part of it all was a part of me would have been so turned on if you had fucked me anyway even though I said no.” “Are you sharing that with me because you want me to fuck you even if you say no?” I asked playfully, mentally filing this information. “W..what? No, t..that’s not what I mean,” Jamie stammered, his face turning scarlet, “Only that I find the idea horny.” “You better not share that with me, Jamie. The idea turns me on greatly too - It took all my willpower not to rape you despite your protest,” I warned him in a light playful tone. Jamie bit his lip, face turning even redder, before blurting, “Gosh, I wish that didn’t sound so hot - I’m glad you are willing to protect me and keep me safe. Can we get a box of condoms tomorrow before we do something we regret?” “Of course, I’ll drive to the shops first thing in the morning,” I said.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Every time I turned away, such as to check that my new bride was still asleep next to me, I would find myself turning back to gaze at him. What was happening to me? Well, that I knew just fine, having been working hard to suppress many things and live how my father wanted me to, but still, I never usually struggled this much to keep a lid on it. Maybe it was just because he was so bold about everything he was in how he presented himself, looking the way that I secretly wanted to deep inside. Well, dear readers, how did he look? I could do my best to describe it, but a picture says a thousand words: Quite the sight, isn’t he? Perhaps you can see why this closet case’s gaze was always on him as he lounged around on the beach by himself. That body. That chain. The cigarette. Oh, and the tattoos. I knew what they meant, and my stomach was churning as I realised how turned on I was by them. My parents hated tattoos and so did Hannah, so my lean and muscled body remained untouched by the needle despite my desire to get inked. My only act of rebellion against the conservative views of those around me had been to get myself what I thought at the time was a pretty hefty bit of neckwear, something Hannah hated but had learned to live with. However, it was nothing compared to what the current object of my obsession was sporting. Anyway, this is me: The Beach God hadn’t been by himself the whole time, having had a couple of friends with him when he arrived. However, they had soon taken off, albeit heading for the dunes further down which suggested to me that they were getting up to no good. They too had caught my gaze, but with Hannah being awake at that point I had needed to be more discreet. Here they are: Back to the God. So far I had watched him do some yoga or something, then he’d rested for a while, and now he was back on his feet doing some stretches as though he was about to go for a run . It was during one of the moves that we made eye contact, and I hurriedly looked away. However, I once again could not keep from gazing back at him, and I found that he was still looking at me. When we made eye contact again he smiled and gave me a nod, before turning his head to look up towards the trees. He then turned back to me, and just stared at me for a moment. I could not turn away, and it felt like our expressionless staring at one another went on for hours. He then looked down as he fished a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his shorts, lit one, then gave me a brief look again before he turned and started walking uphill off the beach and into the trees. As I watched him go my stomach went into overdrive. That was an invitation. He knew what I wanted deep down, and in just a couple of moves of his head he had said “well then, come and get it”. I was newly married and sat beside my sleeping wife. Yet, and perhaps finally after all these years, my suppressed desires got the better of me. I quietly shuffled myself out from under the umbrella, got to my feet, and followed in the direction he had just gone… (to be continued)

I saw the silhouette towards the doorway of the sauna's darkroom. The man moved quietly around the walls, feeling his way through the darkness... finally reaching me. He stopped and hesitantly started feeling my ass through the tiny towel wrapped around it. A substantial ass, I'm not a thin person, quite the opposite. But my ass is not just for show, it's actually pretty muscular and I love squeezing the cum out of hot cocks buried deep inside me. He came a bit closer and I could feel his hard cock through the layers of cloth, he pressed it towards my ass crack... and he was feeling me up, his hands came around my hips and onto the worthless chem-cock. Yeah, I had taken three thick lines of MMC3, also known as "kat", and my reaction, besides getting really horny, was for my dick to shrivel up - I am a total bottom when having snorted kat. His hand cupped my tiny cock, and squeezed... I hissed and pushed backwards a bit, feeling his hardness on my ass... "Chem-dick?" he whispered in my ear. "M-hm" I nodded in the dark. I could feel his whole body pressed against my back. The other hand moved onto my round and nice tummy and up to my chest. I could feel him breathing harder in my ear, as he found my (extremely sensitive and hard) nipple. Flicking it a bit to make sure it was hard, he squeezed the nipple between his thumb and index. I moaned a little bit - it's so fucking cool to be high and have a guy handle your nipple with one hand and squeeze your balls and dick in the other all the while he's pressing up against you from behind... god I needed to get fucked. I loosened up my towel and let it slide to the floor, kicking it to the wall so I'd find it again. He sighed and let his hands roam over my body, back to my ass cheeks, squeezing them, and feeling them up. I could feel his fingers getting closer to my hole, his fingertips moving over the well lubed hole now. He hummed in my ear and opened up my hole just ever so slightly, and I couldn't resist showing him how I can suck it in, pulsating it onto his fingers. He let go of his towel, his cock sliding into my ass crack. He played with my crack a bit, holding my ass cheeks apart and rubbing his cock against me. My ass is very clean and very well shaved. He kept close to me and suddenly let me go, leaning a bit backwards - I could hear the snick of a lid being twisted of a little bottle, and the huffing while he was poppering himself up - I could almost feel his nice big cock pulsating in time of the breaths - he then put the bottle under my nose and I hit it twice in every nostril - god I love poppers!!! He put the lid back on and re-hung the bottle around his neck - pushing his cock downwards, in between my legs, letting it get a bit lubed up by my hole's lube. "Yesss" I could hear him hiss. I pushed my ass back a little to let him know he could mount me. "Bare?" he whispered? "Fuck me" I whispered back. His hands moved down to my hips and his cock stopped right on my hole. He pressed into me as I opened myself up to let him enter. "Oh... god" he moaned as he pushed his cock down to the balls in one stroke. I bit my lips, he wasn't small, probably around 20 cm. of meat. He stayed there for a few seconds - and then slowly started to move in and out. How I love a man that can use his cock - even though it's big. He slowly picked up the pace, with long strokes, all the way out to his quite large cock head, and back in balls deep... his hands moved away from my hips and went up to my tits, squeezing them and then concentrating on using my nipples, pulling and squeezing them. That's usually a good way to make me cum, but the kat has a strange effect on me, I won't cum easily - however, his cock hitting my prostate and him using my nipples made me flow of cock juice, I could both feel it and smell it, almost like pissing. After pounding me for a couple of minutes, he took a small brake - his cock still moving inside me - but him huffing more poppers, deep hits, and I could smell the whole room filling up with aroma. As he offered to me again, which I gladly accepted, I could feel another man coming straight towards us, feeling his way along the wall. He stopped in front of me, feeling my body up and the guy behind me - I could feel his hands behind my balls, feeling the cock sliding into me. Then cupping my dripping wet cock. My first man started to pick up his pace again. The second man quickly got to his knees, licking my balls and sucking on my tiny worthless chem-dick like a tit. He engulfed both balls and dick with his mouth, warming them up and swallowing whatever he got, humming happily. Time for my ass to work harder. As guy number one was pounding me hard, I started to squeeze his cock. I could hear him gasp, and now his balls were slapping hard against my ass with every stroke of his cock. I wanted my reward, needed cum in me - deep in me. He lasted about 30 seconds with me working on his cock. I am very good at what I do 🙂 While keeping up the pace he leaned forward and asked "inside?" - "Hell yeah", that's where I want all cum. The second guy overheard that and moved his mouth action to behind my balls and First guy started to cum in me - fucking it in with hard strokes, but of course some of it overflowing - right in the second guys mouth. Fuck yeah, I really needed that. Hard cum inside me and some soft mouth sucking at the same time 🙂 First guy slid out of me slowly, allowing for the second guy to lick his shaft. He took his towel and then left with a squeeze on my ass cheek. The second guy pressed his nose to my ass, licked up some excess and then left as quietly as he came in. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around my cummy ass and wet cock, waited a while and then left for my little room I'd rented, where I still had at least five lines left that I could snarf. I could see some guys in the area, but no-one I would recognise from the dark-room silhouettes. I got into my room and took off my towel again, feeling my asshole and thinking about how much more dick I could take tonight. I took out my little baggie of kat crystals, and used my driver's license to crush and cut a couple of fat lines for me on the bed. As I bent over with my straw to enjoy my lines, I heard the door open - Shit! I'd forgot to lock the door. A young staff member was standing in the door-way, looking at my nice set-up - dressed as all staff members in bathing suit and tank top. "Sorry", he said, "I thought it was empty here" - and then "you know, we have a no-drug policy here".

Saturday lunchtime I headed out of the flat to meet friends at our annual pride festival. I was only 26 a late bloomer for a gay person and unless you knew me you would never have known, ordinary down to earth fit in the crowd type of person, or I was until Joey came along bringing two worlds crashing in to one. Meeting with my friends we wondered in to the festival, I noticed a skinhead friend of mine from North London sat down with around 10 other guys, he waived me over and started introducing the guys he introduced me to the skinhead on my right as Joey from Toronto but living in London. Joey had a shaved head and wore bleached jeans with braces and a white t-shirt as well as DM boots, he was around 5'8" so only a little taller than me and in his middle 40's but what stood out was his body as it was compact with zero body fat and defined to the point that he had been chiselled out or a piece of marble. He wasn't built like a brick house but due to there being no body fat you noticed the muscles everywhere. Joey and I chatted a bit and he told me he was heading over to Chelsea later for a party. I said my goodbyes and went to join my friends, by 6pm I had had enough and managed to work my way towards one of the exits. To my surprise I bumped in to Joey "Hey how has your afternoon been?" he inquired, "yes it was okay had a great time listening to the acts on stage and browsing around, are you off to your party in Chelsea now?" I replied, "Well sort of I do need to go but I feel dirty so heading home to shower and freshen up a little", he went on tell me he lived in east London which even I knew was no mean feat getting there and back over to west London. I offered Joey the opportunity to shower at my place as it was on the way to Chelsea he thanked me so we headed off. I showed Joey the bathroom that lead off my bedroom and said he could change here as well, by now it was 8pm and Joey said he was not in any rush as the party wouldn't start until midnight at the earliest. As he got undressed I was drawn to his physique and his cock where I could see a PA peering out under his foreskin, he didn't miss a trick and noticed me, "I only had it done 10 days ago and haven't shot my load since I had it done" to much information I thought. He continued looking at me intently in the eye and he moved has hands over my smooth body with caressing tender strokes before he kissed each of my nipples and slowly worked his way up to my neck. My body shuddered as it if being woken up by electrical surges and slowly I was being undressed until I stood naked eye to eye with him, I felt his 8 inch thick cock slip between my thighs as he slowly moved his hips back and forward I felt the piercing and every now and then the moistness of precum was being rubbed in between my thighs. With his tender caressing he moved his lips towards mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth sensually exploring my mouth my reaction was natural and responded to his kissing. We were locked together in a loving embrace as I started feeling my body being twisted and those lean arms were now wrapped around my chest as he continued to kiss me, "kneel on the bed" I moved forward to the bed "on all fours", a I did so his hands grabbed my hips and he pushed me down slightly so that my hole was aligned to his cock. He pulled my ass over the edge of the bed and realigned his cock. The feeling of pure arousement and desire overwhelmed me as his pierced cock nudged at my hole then without any lube or spit he pushed his cock head in to my hole, my head raised up and I let out a moan of pleasure and with that he began pushing the rest of his cock deep inside me. He Held his position and slowly made a couple of thrusts before withdrawing from my arse with only the PA still in my hole. "That feels good" he said as he pushed all 8 inches back in and again the sensation of electricity coursed through me, slowly he started fucking with gently strokes all the time holding my hips tight against him. Gradually his pace quickened with deeper thrusting movements his ball sack slapping against my arse with a thudding sound, my body was quivering all other. This was a man who knew how to get his bottom to enjoy sex. After what seemed an age I was starting to feel discomfort by the relentlessness of his thrusting "enough Joey" I pleaded but he ignored and ramped up the speed, "Fuck" I shouted as my load shot all over the bed, he continued with determination then jolted and moaned "uuhhh, breeding your arse bitch", with that his hands dug in and gripped me so hard as he held me deep on to his cock. He collapsed on top of me and as he did so he ground his hips deeper and deeper to push the seed further inside my body. He pulled out slapped my ass and kissed me then went for shower, I sat on the bed and realised that I had just performed unprotected sex with a complete stranger I rubbed my hole but there was nothing there just a bit of soreness so it had the appearance nothing had happened. Joey came out of the shower dried himself and got changed and went on his way to the party. A couple of months later one afternoon I was on line chatting to friends when I saw a message box open from a guy calling himself FITPOZSKIN, I looked at the profile it had a body pic and I recognised it immediately as Joey. "Hey, have you been tested for HIV after I fucked you?" he asked, "Yes about a week ago and it came back negative" was my reply, "That won't do I must be loosing my touch I'll come over and spend the night with you". My initial thought was no I can't take the risk, but my body wanted him again so yes I wanted him to come over. He fucked me in the same position as before only this time after he bred me he pushed me down on to the bed to really work his seed in to my hole. Over the next 4 hours his cock remained in my arse and never lost his erection as he bred me multiple times. The following morning I realised without any intention I had become a bug-chaser.

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Damn. Busted. I looked at him. "Ehm... well ... that is" - I hemmed and hawed. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Locked it? "Yeah. It's really a hard policy - no drugs" the boy said (I say boy, but then I'm 58, so he was probably about 25, but his small stature made him look a bit youngish) "We really have to report it if we see any". I stood silent just looking at him, a bit ashamed and my face as red as it could be with the kat in my system. My brain just froze and I was just standing in front of this guy - "Chem dick?" he asked. WTF is with guys and my dick? It seems the smaller it is, the more they want to just play with it. I nodded silently. "Mm-hmm" he hummed "well, you know, I should really report having seen it, but then I would have to see it, right?" Ookay? He got closer to me and took his tank top off - and oh my god what a fucking body he had. Small but bloody ripped! And, as I moved my eyes down, man, the boy was packing some heat - the hardening dick of his was already peeking out of his bathing suit - the shape of it was just marvellous. He came closer and stretched his hand down, fondling my small package, playing with the balls. "Did you get fucked already?" he asked. I nodded. His fingers went behind my balls, reaching for my wet hole. "Ohhh, yess - I can feel that." "Uhm.." I said. "Shhhh... no talking now." A finger went up my hole, and then he put it in his mouth, tasting the lube/cum combo. "So what is it" he asked, nodding to the bed. "Meth, coke?" "Ehrm... it's kat" I answered. I figured I could answer a direct question, anyway... "You've got 2 fat lines there... split them up, make four of them" he demanded. I quickly complied. He moved forward and said "Now you see them" - snorted two of them with my chopped off straw - "and now you don't". Oh jesus, I'm so horny now. He turned around and said "Kneel". I did - and my face came right in front of his now really hard dick poking out of the bathing suit. He stepped into my face with it and the only reaction I had was to lick that tip. He moaned lightly. "Yeah piggy, you know what to do, right?" He grabbed my neck and forced my mouth on top of his still hard cock. Amused, he said "I'm not a piggy - I don't get chem-dick like you. I get even harder!". I could feel that. I was now forced even further down his shaft, making way through his bathing suit, but the waist band was too hard, so I slipped over the fabric, still sucking on his shaft and down to his balls. "Take your lines now" - Still from kneeling on the floor I reached over to the two remaining thinner lines and snorted them both, but my position was a bit awkward so I couldn't get really everything up my nose. He looked at me and pulled his suit down, his cock rock solid hard as hell, very very juicy to look at. Again, he grabbed my head and pressed his cock inside my mouth, invading it all, pressing it down my throat and choking me. I coughed and he eased off a bit. "Now, suck". Of course I did. I sucked him really good, as a really good pig. The kat was really catching me up now, so my throat relaxed a bit and I could take more of him. He helped by bucking his hips. "Fuck yeah.... turn around now, show me your ass, up on the bed" I put myself in a doggie position, avoiding the drugs still on the bed. I looked down and back and saw him take the rest of the lines in the nose. He hummed happily at the feeling and then turned to my ass, which is now wide open waiting for him. Oh... ohhhhhh... that tongue... man, he spread my cheeks so far apart and put his mouth on my hole. Licking, sucking and biting my ass lips... "mmmm... I can feel those loads" he said "well, it was only one" - I tried, but a hard slap on my butt stopped the conversation. I oculd feel him standing up and his cock sliding along the crack - and *fucking hell* he pushed hard all the way down. I gasped a bit, and I could hear him mumble "You cunt, you should be open now". He then went to work with my ass - fucked me hard. Harder. Long strokes, short strokes. Holy god. Again I started to drip of cock juice. After only a few minutes I could notice a change in him - fucking me with long strokes and staying before going again... "I'm fucking cumming" he said, no asking where - there was only one place for him - deep in my guts. Pushing hard I could feel his cock pulsating in me, I hardly even worked his dick over, there was no time. Filling my with this evening's second load. With his cock still inside, he moved me back a bit. "Lick that kat up" he said. There was ever so little left on the bed. The residue of four lines as a fine dust. But kat tastes like shit though - but I couldn't resist him pushing my nose down to the bed. I licked it up. "Good little piggy" he said, and took his cock out. "Clean it" I sucked his cock clean from two loads and almost no lube any more. He pulled up his bathing suit and put his tank top on again - as he opened the door, he winked at me "So, nothing to see, right?" I nodded and smiled as he left. Two loads, but now I am fucking flying - I need more cock. And way more loads. I put the towel over my shoulder and started walking. Now I don't care who's watching, I am fucking ready for some good fucks. Walking around and taking a bit of stock of the clientele. Many cute guys, older and younger, felt me up, felt my cummy cunt... squeezed my ass and my tits. Many of them in the darkness of the maze, others more open. My chem-dick got a lot of fine attention too. I stop in front of a small room - this room has a sling in it. It's empty.

“Who are those guys?” I asked, blowing out a puff of smoke. I had just got up off my knees after cleaning Nick’s cock for a second time, his cum still dripping out of my gaping hole. “The older one is Bill, and Hank is his husband” Nick replied. “How do you know them?” I asked, intrigued by Nick calling the older one “sir”. “I live with them” he said. “We all do.” “We?” “Their kids and grandkids” he replied, smirking. He let out a chortle at what must have been a stunned expression on my face. “Not actual kids” he continued. “Just a collection of guys they have picked up and pozzed, plus one or two more that one of us has gifted.” My stomach just about fell out of me at that point, as the high from the sex was replaced by panic from having taken two poz loads in my beat-up hole. “There’s me, my boyfriend Dane, Zen, Kris, and a few others” Nick said. “But we’re always on the lookout for more housemates.” I coughed out the smoke I had just inhaled, making him chortle again. “I better get back…” I eventually said, once I had calmed myself down. “Of course” he replied, “though you may want to hit the showers first. Tell her a seagull shat on you or something.” “Yeah, er, I will” I said, before taking a final draw of the cigarette and stubbing it out on a tree. “But don’t forget” said Nick, “I’m going to be wanting more of that hole, so start figuring things out.” I nodded, but then heard more crunching as someone walked towards us from behind me. I spun around in a panic thinking it might be Hannah, but was instead greeted by the sight of another stud. “That’s Dane” said Nick, “my boyfriend.” “Holy fuck” I whispered, causing Nick to laugh out loud. “You know, I might make this a joint project with him” said Nick. I mumbled something, entranced by the man approaching us. “Dane!” he called, as the stud got closer. “Just told Bill this one was for me, but what do you say about pairing up?” “Always happy to share” Dane called back. “It’s nice to do things as a couple sometimes.” He got to us, and then stopped to look me up and down. “Nice”’he said, before looking up at me and reaching out his hand. “Dane.” “Joe” I stammered, hesitating before taking his hand for a shake. “Honeymooner” Nick said. “Wife was asleep on the beach.” Dane gave a deep laugh, and then slapped my shoulder. “She may as well just get on a plane home at this point, right?” he said, grinning. They both laughed, but I could not see the funny side of it. “Aw boy” said Nick, “don’t stress about it. Now get yourself to those showers, and we’ll see you tomorrow.” “Er, er, yes sir” I said. I hurriedly put my CKs on, electing to carry my shorts until I had made a dash into the showers to clean off the evidence of my wrongdoings. I then gave each of them a final look before turning and scampering away towards the shower block. I heard them chuckling as I fled. My hole smarted like anything, but I managed to get cleaned off and then stood outside in the sun in my CKs to dry off a bit before I put my shorts back on. I then headed back to where Hannah was, noticing she was still asleep. However, as I tried to get back onto my towel without waking her, she stirred. “Hmmm, what time is it?” she asked, her face fortunately being away from me as I winced while sitting back down. “Er, about two” I said. She groaned, then turned onto her back and sat up. She faced me, and then got a strange expression on her face. “Are you OK?” she asked. “Yeah, why?” I replied. “I dunno” she said, “you just look a little rattled.” “Oh, yeah, er, when I went to go for a swim a seagull shat on me, so I’ve just had to go and shower” I said. “Gross” she replied, screwing up her face. Then she lay back down, and within moments I could tell from her breathing that she had fallen asleep again.

It wasn't too long ago I had the everyday average Joe kind of life. Wife, two kids already in college, and fluffy had just kicked the bucket after holding on for twenty years...oh yeah and I was straight, at least I tried to be. The old lady couldn't have any more kids, didn't wanna put out, so I did what any red blooded man would do, I went out and I got some tail. Just so happens guys are easier than chicks. Maybe since it was my first few times really since I was a teen I was kind of naive, I didn't do it safe. Ever. I just figured what's the big deal, I'm a top and guys don't get pregnant, so it should be cool more or less. That was until I found out somehow one of these dudes I asked if he was sure he was neg, wasn't so neg after all and I was one of those tops who didn't have it so lucky to get twenty plus years of raw action and no HIV to show for it. So fuck it. I'm stealthing back. I think some...hell, I think MOST of these bottoms are itching to be a victim and just don't want to say their fucked up fantasy of a muscled daddy pinning them down spunking their insides full of tainted semen. I'll just take that little burden off their chest. I've got hundreds of stories...but maybe I'll settle for telling you my most recent. I had just gotten off an all-afternoon business meeting binge. The bane of the white collar executive. Yet, I was free and in an unfamiliar city. This one was a little less impressive than our usual, think it was Providence, Rhode Island. My dick was stiff. My mind was fixed one thing: filling hole. So like any decently clever traveler on new turf, I googled where to get off. "Megaplex, huh?" sounded filthy enough even as I said it, but I bet there were plenty of 'safe-only' teen boy holes and 'maybe just the tip bare' twenty somethings that were neg and ready to have seed planted in their soon to be cum filled boycunts. I was at the address and in the entrance area, before going in I noticed a video booth store and I took a step towards it, but I knew that'd be an adventure for another. Unloading in hole deep was what I needed now and I wanted some space to do it in. I had a room rented and a towel around my waist after changing out of my business suit in what seemed like seconds. My heart was racing already, my blood hot and pulsing in my veins. The scent of sex and the dark moving masculine forms in the dim light all added to my sense of the hunt, trapping willing prey sounds almost too easy I used to think...but it was trapping them for your own pleasures that they did not voluntarily ask for that was the true sport. That's when I saw him, sweet and young in all his sensual allure, a latino boy...such a sexual ethnicity...well-defined body, bubbled butt that was sticking out of just the top of his towel. He leaned against the corner of one of the hallways with some rooms, either cruising or uncertain how to approach. Probably both. I would enjoy taking him if he told me he was neg. My legs were already propelling me for the intercept... "Hi," I stopped dead in my tracks, the greeting came not from the boy but from someone who I had completely overlooked since he wasn't my type. I looked over to the guy, physically he could have been my brother we looked so similar, older guy in his late 30's maybe early 40's but he looked good for his age. Totally worked out bod, nice biceps, perfect chest, shaved smooth of any body hair (though I don't shave.) He had a sweet tanline I could just catch along his waist from the towel dangling a bit sideways at the hip. Blonde hair, slicked back with some long bangs over one of his blue (at least I thought) eyes. He was hot, but he was a daddy sort too. I prefer my hole young and unused, the men my age tend to already be knocked up or convincing liars. "Yeah?" I answered gruffly, glancing over at my latin breeding ground briefly. I didn't want to be rude, but wanted it to be quick. "Just, couldn't help but notice you," he said in a voice that totally broke the idea he could be a daddy top like me. I smirked at the words, "You see I just thought you seemed about the same age as me, and I haven't been here before but you didn't look like you were too familiar with the place either." "Oh?" He had my attention now, he sounded genuinely nervous, and he hadn't been there before? Maybe he was a late-bloomer, one of those guys who only fuck with guys after they finally come out late in life from some divorce. Mmm that would make his hole plenty neg and me plenty interested. "Did I guess wrong?" he asked, looking off to the side a bit, his blonde hair falling down onto his face softly dripping with wet probably from the steam rooms, "I haven't fooled around too much with guys, but think it'd be more comfortable with someone from a similar background." "Yeah, you married too?" I grinned impishly. "Divorced three years now," he replied with a somewhat abashed smile of his own, it was plain to see his hardon beneath the towel. I didn't have to look to the latino boy to know someone had either got him now before me or he moved on to see what else was going on. This new prospect was fun enough, his naivety was pretty easy to gauge. I'd be knocking his hole up before the end of an hour. "Got a room?" I inquired, always good to let them feel like they were in a familiar spot, easier to make them open their hole. "Yeah, this way," he said. Now my own bulge was showing, it wouldn't be long before he would see I had a 8.5 incher tucked away beneath the towel, and hopefully he didn't get scared off. I'd be stuffing this cock into him one way or another. "Oh fuck!" He gasped when I closed the door behind us after getting into his room, my towel had already come off and he was boggling at my thick member, slick with precum already. "You like?" I laughed a deep laugh, without waiting for his answer I gripped his boy-ish blonde hair and forced him down onto his knees on the cot and climbed on as well leaning back a bit while his mouth wrapped around my dick and slid slowly towards its base. The muffled moans were affirmation enough as I looked at the amazingly shapely ass he sported when his own towel came undone and fell to the bed and then slid to the floor. "I hope you like to get fucked boy," I groaned softly in pleasure as I spoke to him and tilted my head back. More enthusiastic sucking followed with the occassional, 'Mmhmm' afterwards. "Got condoms?" I questioned, "I'm ready to slide your ass onto my dick, I can tell you're not used to deep throating and I need more than half my cock wet." He looked around quickly, but it looked like all they put in here was some lube packets, forgot the condoms. "Damn," he swore, "don't wanna walk all the way up there for more, you don't have any?" "Nah man," I sighed, scratching my head feigning disappointment, "I would fuck you raw if I knew you were neg for sure and were cool with raw play." Now his blue eyes flickered in hesitation but also in impatient lustful hunger for being fucked and filled. "They had the rapid HIV testing earlier," he confessed finally, "I never cheated but figured why not. Gave a sheet saying I'm free and clear." He produced a piece of paper with today's date on it. BINGO! "Then what are we waiting for," gripped his waist and had him spun around facing the wall in an instant, his pert tight hole was in need of a fat cock like mine to loosen it up. Loose hole felt infinitely better than tight hole, everything was tight anyways to a cock this thick. One hand was forcefully pushing on the upper mid portion of his back to keep his head lowered and ass up closer to my cock for access and the other hand was guiding my head straight for his hole as I spit a nice glob of saliva onto that perfect little target where my cock needed to be inserted. "Mmm, wait how do I know you're neg?" I suppressed an annoyed huff as I looked at him with my intense green eyes that were probably seeming somewhat predatory at the moment. "I don't have a rapid HIV tester to go to right now, but I think since I didn't just go diving into you without asking status and what not, it's safe to bet," my logic was pretty good. If he had condoms or even just wasn't lazy to make a 7 minute trip to the front desk, perhaps I'd lose out on this raw opportunity, but that was all on him. He quickly acquiesced to the words and I could see and feel his muscles relax into submission. The pink hole was mine to corrupt. "Even though I'll let you fuck me raw," he said as I was already pressing him open and sliding in, "just...ah! Don't cum inside please." He was already writhing and moaning as I kept feeding that hungry orifice my cock meat. He slid back some lube to me, which I didn't mind using, wanted his hole raw and sore but not my cock, and this fucker was tight. He'd get ripped before the end. I mounted on top of him, a few inches off the bed now since he was face down and ass up but not flat on his stomach. Both hands were on the small of his back just plowing away. "Hot," came a voice from the door. I must've not closed it all the way. A small crowd of three guys were watching jealously as I plowed that fuck hole I knew I'd be breeding any minute. The one who had made the comment was the latino boy I wanted to stuff and fill earlier. Maybe he hadn't found the right daddy yet to knock his neg boy pussy up yet...and I could get a second-wind for that. "Close--" he moaned load after a well-timed slam to his hole came from me, followed by a quicker burst of ball slapping thrusts that made his hole ass shake from the force of my pounding, "--door!" He groaned as his hole opened more to save itself from being totally demolished from the barrage of cock that slid in and out of his ass at full speed. "I want everyone to know this hole belongs to me boy, you're giving it up and they are gonna now I've marked this territory," I growled, gripping another handful of his hair and yanking it so his face turned sideways to the left facing the direction of the on lookers which had grown to seven, and now people were pushing in trying to touch each other, jerking their selves off, and some even daring to reach for us though a few annoyed hands would bat theirs away if it obscured their view of the fuck scene. That cock hungry bottom bitch just moaned in ecstasy at being told he was going to be used and put on display. These New England Bottoms were always so pious even with the raw cock leaking pre-cum in their holes, and I loved turning these whores out to show their true colors. "Ahhhh! FUUUUCK!" I yelled, my hot load was pouring out in huge gushes, as I rammed into him again and again without losing any speed. "You're not going in me, right?" he managed to get out even as his head now pressed against the corner, the pillow the only buffer between him and having to bounce against the wall with each forceful thrust. My toxic load soaked his insides, but pulled out just as I could feel my cock getting ready to unleash a fifth wave of cum. The load was still sizeable coating his ass and some of his hole with my poison seed that was everywhere inside him, I wonder if he knew just how deep I had fucked my cum, not to mention the pre-cum which was a fuck ton just by itself. "Nah, man, relax," I assured him, when I finally could compose myself, I heard other guys cumming outside the room as they watched, either they jerked off or someone was sucking them off, "I have some self-control." He got up as he used a tentative finger to press into his hole. "Oh fuck, that's alot of cum on my ass," he breathed and I could hear how turned on he was, "and how much lube did you use? My hole feels drenched and full." "Can never have too much lube, you were really tight," I smirked, hole full of lube? I wondered if even he believed that. "You're really neg, right?" he asked again, as he pushed his hole open and a stream of liquid came spurting out, it wasn't white, my cum was clear, so he probably was still thinking it was in fact lube. I knew otherwise and I am certain some of those voyeurs did too. "Kinda late to ask now," I laughed mocking tossing my used towel that wiped off the juices from my cock onto his face and walked out.

For no particular reason at all I decided to stay at university the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years. Largely, after having had a taste of freedom living away from home that year it just felt impossible to move back in with my parents and have to explain my comings and goings to them. So instead I lived in a little apartment with no AC, and worked for a local friend’s day who had a small contractor business. I’d taken woodshop all through high school and was a fairly decent carpenter. The work was hard but the pay was good for a 19 year old with pretty few expenses. At the time I was just under five foot ten, and still pretty thing. My dirty blonde hair almost always looked like I needed a haircut or to comb it but that’s just how it grew. In high school I’d been a swimmer and I still had a fairly long and lithe build. I was naturally pretty hairless, only really sporting a few hairs in the middle of my chest and a dark treasure trail running into my ample pubes. My arms were mostly smooth, though my legs and ass had a nice amount of fur. The only part of my body that I would have described as hairy though were my pits, and I was proud of that fact. Any time there was an excuse for me to wear a tank top, or a cut off shirt to show them off I did. I already knew that I was bi. Truly I’d known that for years. It had never really bothered me, but I’d also never really felt the urge to tell people. Most people who looked at me assumed I was straight. I’d been one of the jock’s in high school, even dated a cheerleader or two. Yet even when I had a serious girlfriend I always found myself watching gay porn too. Like most young people my porn were pretty bland and vanilla; straight jock porn, and gay jock porn. Nothing to really write home about. So much of that changed over that summer. Technically I would still say I’m bi, but I understand myself so much more and sex with a woman can never fulfill me the way sex with a man can. For the first month of the summer I was always with or supervised by my friends dad and boss Peter. He’d taught me how to frame out a wall, hang sheet rock, put up molding. He taught me how to patch holes in a wall, and smooth it out for paint. We did some larger jobs, ripping out a whole bathroom and starting again, and filled in with odd jobs. Then the weekend after July 4th Peter sent me on my first solo job, and it changed my life. The house was normal enough looking when I pulled up in my little car that afternoon and got my tool box out. I wheeled my kit up to the front door and rang the bell. I didn’t really need the massive box of tools my boss had provided me, I was just there to patch some sheet rock, but I wanted to seem professional. My illusion of professionalism went right out the window however when the home owner opened the door. He was tall, probably just over six foot, with short salt and pepper hair. He had a square jaw obscured partly by a short but thick beard. His eyes were bright, and seemed to boar into me. He had broad shoulders that strained the fabric of the white tshirt he had on. Hard, obvious nipples, pressed out from the thin fabric, and thick swirls of chest hair were clearly visible too. He had a slight gut, but was also obviously very strong, his arms were covered in crisscrossing veins. My eyes traveled down his body to the low-slung sweat pants, the unmistakable outline of a thick meaty cock, and the bare feet. I’d never really thought about older, bigger guys before, but now face to face with this massive perfect specimen of manhood I couldn’t think of anything else. “Hey there,” he said, smiling a big toothy smile at me from under his bushy moustache, “you must be Peter’s boy… Alex was it? I’m Jack.” “Yeah,” I replied in an embarrassing stammer, “He said you had some drywall that needed repairing.” “Sure do, come on through.” He stepped back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me. It looked like just about any other suburban home with clean lines, and nice furniture. Jack lead me down the main hall towards the back of the house and then up a flight of stairs, helping me carry my tool chest up. I watched the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled the chest up the stairs behind him. When we got to the top of the steps I had to pause and adjust myself, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. I followed Jack into the back bedroom where he pointed to several medium sized holes in the wall. “I had an incident hanging a shelf. Turns out I didn’t hit a single stud.” Jack laughed lightly. “No problem,” I said, trying to mirror his jovial tone, “I can fix that.” “Great. I’ll leave you to it. Bathrooms down the hall, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” “Thank you so much. I’ll let you know when I’m all done.” “Great.” He clapped me on the shoulder, the weight of his large hand sending shivers through me. The first part of the repair was easy. I squared up the holes, cut some small patched of drywall from a scrap I’d brought with my and patched them in with drywall mud. Then I sat back to watch the mud dry before I could sand and do a second coat. My thought almost immediately turned back to Jack, his big arms, the meaty bulge in his sweat pants, the slight scent of man musk that just hung around him. I was instantly hard. No one, of any gender, had ever had this kind of effect on me. I was enraptured. After a few minutes of my dick pressing painfully into my jeans as it hardened, I got up intending to find the bathroom and jerk off quickly. I walked down the hall and opened the first door I came to. I gasped. This was certainly not the bathroom. The room was entirely painted black, with a black tiled floor and lit completely in red. In the center hung a black leather sling, suspended from a mirror in the ceiling by thick silver chains. Next to the sling was a long table covered with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Along one wall hung leather gear, leashes and chains. Along the other wall were propped various other contraptions for supporting a person while they were being used; a large wooden X, a padded bench. A large leather chair occupied the far corner with a matching foot stool. “Looking for something?” I spun around, my heart in my throat and was suddenly face to face with Jack. I hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs and now he’d caught me looking at his sex room. “I… I was looking for the bathroom.” “It’s the last room at the end of the hall. This is my playroom.” “Oh… um… yeah… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped out of my way to let me down the hall to the bathroom. Head down I rushed past him only stopping when I heard him say, “Well… did you see anything you liked?” “What?” My face burned bright as I turned back around to face the hulk of a man behind me. “Did you see anything in the playroom you liked?” “Um… I didn’t really look…” “We both know that’s bullshit… I can see your hard cock from here.” “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry… I opened the wrong door.” “It’s ok boy. Calm down. Come here.” I swallowed hard and walked towards him. He reached out and grabbed me firmly by the shoulder leading me back into his playroom. “Now, you’ve done nothing wrong, and this is a safe space. Take a look around, take a long look, and tell me, what made your boy cock so hard.” “I…” I pause, tripping over my words, and then taking a breath did as he said. I took in the black room, the deep red lighting, the sling, the toys, the fuck bench (though I didn’t know that was what it was called then), the leather, and the restraints. “Honestly, everything. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t… I don’t even know what some of these things are for, but… It all turns me on.” “Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. My cock throbbed. I liked hearing him call me a good boy. “Honestly will get you far in this house, but we don’t want to distract you too much from your work. Peter wouldn’t like that.” “Well, actually… um… Sir… I was waiting for the spackle to dry on the patches I did… and it won’t be dry for at least another forty minutes.” “Sir?” He cocked his head to the side, “an interesting turn of phrase. Alright, so lets say you’ve got an nice even hour to kill shall be boy?” “Yes Sir.” I gulped again. “Come over here and have a seat on this footstool,” he said, leading me into the room and taking a seat in the large leather chair. I sat, as instructed, perched on the footstool. It was a little lower than the chair and I felt even smaller compared to Jack. “Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you, if you go to school, what interests you…” “Well, um… My name is Alex, but you already knew that. I’m twenty, I go to the university. I didn’t really want to go home this summer so I got this little apartment right off of campus and started working for Peter. He’s my friend’s dad.” “Why didn’t you want to go home?” “I just couldn’t imagine being home all summer after having a whole year of freedom. I wanted more time on my own. I want to explore and I don’t know… just be free to do what I want.” “I’m sure after a year on your own it would be hard to go back to living with parents. Are you enjoying being on your own?” “I love it. The apartment I’m in doesn’t have AC in every room, it just has this one window unit, but I’m there alone. So every day when I get home I just strip down to my boxers and sit around in my underwear. Its so freeing.” “Doesn’t sound too different to my life here. Most of the time I don’t were much more than a jock strap in the house. I only got dressed today because you were coming over.” He grinned at me. “Although, with the way you were staring at my dick when you first came in maybe you would have appreciated the jock.” “I’m sorry Sir. I… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m bi, and I’ve always known that but I’ve never been with a guy… and all the gay porn I’ve watched has just been young jocks… when you opened the door this morning I was just so… I was just so unprepared for how…” I trailed off feeling embarrassed. “Keep going.” “I was unprepared for how… how incredibly fucking hot you are.” “Good boy, doesn’t that feel better to say?” “Yes… Sir.” “Remember what I said about honesty in this house, and you should feel confident calling me Sir if it feels right.” “Yes Sir.” I grinned. “Good boy. You like it when I call you a good boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir I… I do.” “Good, give in to that.” “Yes Sir.” I said with more confidence. “Stand up for me boy.” I did as I was told and stoop up facing him. “Now I want you to think very closely before following my next instructions. Your following them is your consent, do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I said, though honestly, I didn’t understand at all and had no idea what was coming next. “You’re a good boy Alex.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Strip for me.” “What?” “I want you to strip for me, like you would at home alone.” I hesitated for a moment, and then did as he asked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and dropped it on the ground. Then I bent down and undid my work boots kicking those off too, and stuffing my socks inside. Standing back up my hands shook a little as I undid my jeans, and after only a moments pause, pushed them down too. I stood there, in just my boxers with my cock hard as a rock and an obvious precum stain forming, in front of a man old enough to be my father probably that I had just met an hour ago. Yet, despite how nervous I felt, it also felt right. I liked obeying him, I liked calling him Sir, and most of all I liked being told I was a good boy. “Good, very good. I’m proud of you. Show off that sexy body. Are you ready to have your first experience with man?” I nodded nervously, and he smiled. “Then get on your knees.” I was terrified but also more turned on than I’d ever been, so I did what he asked. I got down on my knees and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled again, but there was something else there now too, a hunger. “Good boy. I was hoping this was going to be your choice.” Without getting up from the chair he pulled his tshirt off revealing his massive chest, and round stomach. I marveled at the thick dark hair that swirled over his body. His nipples stood out pink and firm from that mass of fur. I licked my lips, and my cock leaked even more. He shifted his weight, and pulled off his sweat pants. That’s when I saw it. For the first time in my life I was looking at another man’s cock in person. It was big and meaty with a broad flat head already glistening with precum. A wide vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. The base of his cock was completely obscured by thick wild pubes that spread until they connected to his treasure trail and leg hair. His balls hung so low and heavy that they brushed the chair even as he sat back. My mouth was watering “Come over here boy, get my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t hesitate for a second. I dove forward, nestling myself between his thick thighs. Until right then I’d never even seen another man’s penis, let alone touched it. I hovered for a moment, simply unsure of how to proceed and then taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cock. It was warm and firm in my grasp, and deeply alluring. I pushed myself till I was propped up on my knees and my mouth was level with the tip. I licked my lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, but also salty at the same time. Without having tasted it before, I immedicably knew that this is what sweat tasted like. It was intoxicating. Slowly I parted my lips, taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My body was on fire with lust. I’d imagined this moment countless times, but this was so different and so much better than any of my fantasies. Diligently I worked my way down the wide shaft till I had most of it in my mouth. Then I started bobbing my head up and down like I’d scene in countless porn videos. I tried to remember what had felt good on my own cock when my high school girlfriend had blown me and emulated that. When Jack let out a low moan my heart soared. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in that moment. Eventually his hand came to rest on the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair, and he took charge. He held my head in place and started to push his hips forward. His cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. I slobbered all over his shaft as best I could as he started to fuck my face. I coughed and spluttered when his cock got too deep, and gasped for breath each time he pulled out till only his wide cock head was in my mouth. “Good boy,” he growled, “Take that fat cock down your throat. Your mouth feels so good. Making Daddy’s cock feel good. I’m going to shoot a big load down your throat boy. You want that don’t you? You want Daddy’s load?” I tried to nod my head yes. At that moment in time I’d never wanted anything else more. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted my first blowjob to end with me swallowing this man’s load. “Oh fuck boy, just like that. Yeah, hold your mouth open. Fuck. Open wide for Daddy. Good boy. Fuck! Yes! Take my load boy!” He held my head in one hand, the other was behind his head. I looked up at his beautiful manly body and his cock gave a powerful throb. He pulled back so just the top of his cock was past my lips and let it go. Thick ribbons of cum erupted from the head of his dick like water bursting through a dam. It filled my mouth in just a few squirts and I tried to swallow as quickly as I could. It tasted amazing, hot and tangy. Slowly his orgasm subsided and I licked the last of his load from my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I looked up at Jack in awe, his cock still inches from my mouth. “You did good boy. With some training you’ll make a first-rate cock sucker.” “Thank you Sir.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes! That was amazing. I’m so hard Sir!” “I can see that. You’ve practically soaked through your boxers. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you Sir.” I rubbed my crotch absently while I looked up at him. Suddenly he bent down and snatched my hand away from my own leaking cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself.” “I… um… no…?” “No what?” He was suddenly very stern. “No Sir.” “That’s better. You’re new, and you’re worked up. Its ok. But, if we’re going to keep having fun like this you need to learn something.” “What’s that Sir?” “I am in charge.” My cock throbbed. “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Alright. Its been just about an hour. Why don’t you get yourself together and go finish your work. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done,” and with that he got up, pulled up his pants, and left the room. For a long moment I just knelt there on the floor in shock at what had just happened. I was so horny but I didn’t dare touch myself. Eventually I got up. I looked at my clothes laying on the floor, and then thought to myself ‘he didn’t tell me to get dressed…’ so wearing only my precum soaked boxer shorts I padded back into the back bedroom and sanded down my dry wall patches. A half hour later I was finished, cleaned up, and had packed up my tools. I walked back into the playroom, picked my clothes up off the floor and tossed them on top of my tool bag. Then I carried the whole lot back down the back stairs. Jack was sitting in the kitchen. He’d stripped off and was now only wearing a thin well-worn jock that barely held his hefty flaccid cock in place. My mouth watered at the sight. “Well, this is interesting… you’re still in your underwear boy. Did you finish your work like that?” “Well, you said that you are in charge, and… and you didn’t say to get dressed just to finish the work so I… sorry. That was probably the wrong thing to do. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll get dressed.” He got up and cupped my chin in his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed boy. You’ve done great. You’re right, I didn’t tell you to get dressed, and I’m certainly never going to complain about a boy being in his underwear. It shows real initiative too. You know… I had intended to just fuck your mouth and send you on your way but…” he paused for a moment looking me up and down. “How about this. Normally I wouldn’t take on a boy who’s as inexperienced as you, training a boy from scratch can be a lot of work, but… if you can prove to me you’re serious I might just make you mine.” Truthfully I had no idea what he meant by any of that, but it didn’t matter. In that moment I would happily do anything for Jack. “Whatever you say Sir!” “I want you to come back here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I assume you have the day off?” I nodded. “Good. Ok. Come here tomorrow at noon. When you get here park out front like you did today, and then let yourself round the back. You will strip off in the back yard to your underwear, then you’ll knock on the back door and get on your knees and wait. If you come here know that coming here is you consenting to serving me. I am in charge. I will treat you well and I will make you feel things you have never felt before, but I am the boss. You feel pleasure when I want you to. You feel pain when I want you to. You are mine. Is that clear.” “Yes Sir!” I was completely hard again. “Good. Now, off you go. I’ll tell Peter how good a job you did upstairs.” “Thank you Sir.” I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. “You don’t need that. You can make it to your car as is. It’s a quiet street and my drive is plenty secluded. Think of it as your first test.” I gulped, and nodded. I dragged my bag to the front door and then taking a deep breath opened it and walked outside in nothing but my absolutely soaked boxers. I walked quickly to my car, stopping only to fish my keys out of my pants pockets, and loaded my things into the back seat. “Oh, and one more thing boy,” called Jack from the front door, “No more fucking boxers. My boys wear briefs or jocks. I don’t think you’re quite ready for a jock though. Tomorrow I expect to see you kneeing in a fresh pair of white briefs, or else I’m not letting you inside.” Then he closed the door and was gone. My hands were shaking as I got dressed in my car. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Yet I knew it was real, I could still taste Jacks load on my lips. I drove to Peter’s little shop and dropped off my tools for the day, my dick still hard as it was when I’d left. It seemed like I would never be soft again I was so hard. I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision as to my next destination. It just seemed inevitable. I drove across town to the mall and parked in front of the Target. I shifted my dick so my erection wasn’t so obvious and walked into the store, heading straight towards the men’s underwear. I’d been a boxer’s man for years, at least since middle school. I’d never thought of returning to briefs, but standing there looking at all the options I understood why Sir preferred them. I didn’t clock it then, but somewhere between blowing him and picking out the underwear he told me to wear I had shifted from mentally calling Jack by his name to calling him Sir. Every package of briefs was adorned with a photo of a muscular man’s crotch in bulging underpants. I stared for a long time imagining what each models cock would look like in person. Eventually I found a pack of high cut white briefs. --- The next morning I was so full of nervous energy I couldn’t do anything. The night before I’d stripped off as soon as I got in the door, kicking off my precum filled boxers and tore into the package of briefs. I pulled a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have never guessed that one garment could be so transformative. In my boxers I looked like any other jock, lean and slightly tanned from the summer sun. In the briefs I looked more vulnerable, exposed, twinky. I liked it. I felt sexy. I slept, fitfully, in that pair. I’d resolved to follow Sir’s instructions, and hadn’t touched my cock at all. I was constantly hard, constantly reminded of what I had done that day and excited for what tomorrow would bring. At quarter past eleven I couldn’t wait any longer. Dressed in a fresh pair of briefs, basketball shorts and a tank top I got into the car and drove over to Sir’s house. I pulled into the drive ten minutes early and sat for as long as I could bare it. Finally at five minutes to noon I got out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around the side of the house. I opened the small gate that separated the front yard from the back and headed over to the patio. At the edge of the brick slab I pulled off my tank top, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my shorts with no hesitation. I had no idea what Sir had in store for me but if it was anything like yesterday I was completely committed. I wanted it. I wanted him. I walked over to the glass sliding door, got on my knees on the mat, and knocked. After a nerve-wracking moment Sir appeared walking down the hall again dressed in nothing but an old white jock. My cock throbbed again. “You actually came, and you’re early. I’m impressed. Open up boy and I’ll give you your first treat.” He held his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to him as I opened my mouth. Then, very suddenly, he hawked back and spat a big wad of spit into my mouth and all over my cheeks. I was shocked, but also instinctually swallowed. “Good boy. You’re mine and now you’re marked as mine. Stand up for me. Look at you. These briefs suit you so much better than those horrible loose boxers don’t they?” “Yes Sir.” “Boxers are much too loose and macho for a boy like you. You need to be exposed, shown off, don’t you boy.” “Yes Sir!” “You learn quick. Do you like your new briefs?” “Yes Sir, very much. I bought them right after I left yesterday and I put a pair on as soon as I got home. I felt so… so sexy in them.” “Good! That’s exactly how you should feel boy. Alright, come inside the house and I’ll tell you what I have planned for your first training day.” I followed him inside and back up to the playroom where he once more sat in the big leather chair. Without having to be instructed I knelt on the floor in front of him. It just felt right. “Good boy. Now, before we get any further I want to make sure you understand I am not going to fuck you today.” I hadn’t honestly thought through what he might do to me, but I was still sad to hear that. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but don’t worry, if you prove yourself to be willing to learn and obey I’ll fill your sweet boy hole up with my cum soon enough. “Thank you Sir.” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Now some doms will tell you that you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. I find that boring. I want to hear what you’re thinking. I want to know when you’re excited or you enjoyed something. So speak up. Just remember, I am in charge.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Next, just because I’m not going to fuck you today does not me today isn’t going to be about your hole. I’m going to spend today teaching you about your hole as a sex organ. Something tells me that you don’t have much experience in that area.” “I’ve fingered myself a few times Sir, but rarely and only one finger nothing like…” I looked around the room at the myriad of sex toys, “Nothing like the things you have here.” “That’s ok boy. I’ll start you small and work you open slowly. What’s important boy is that you let go and let me use you. I will make it pleasurable for you, but its not about that. Its about my pleasure in using you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir. I’m nervous though.” “Don’t be. When a boy like you gives in to the pleasure of their hole it feels even better than playing with their cock. If you really let go boy you’ll shoot bigger loads than the one I’m betting you shot when you got home last night just from playing with your ass.” “I didn’t get off last night Sir.” “What?” “I… I didn’t jerk off last night Sir. You told me… well, you said that you were in charge and you told me not to touch myself so… I… I didn’t.” “You haven’t gotten off since you were here yesterday?” “No Sir.” “That is very interesting. Wow. I’m really impressed. You’re even more of a natural sub than I thought. Good boy.” “A sub Sir?” “Yes boy. A sub. A submissive. That’s what you are. There was just something about you yesterday when you came in that tipped me off, but I didn’t guess you’d be this naturally subservient. You like pleasing me don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good. Lean into that feeling. Focus on it. Making me feel good will lead to me making you feel good. If you really are as good a sub as you seem we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He got up from the chair. “Stay there boy,” he patted my head as he passed, and walked over to the wall covered in gear. He took a long moment looking over the wall before moving over to a collection of chains hanging all together. He picked up a smaller silver one, and grabbed a silver padlock from a small table. “Stand up boy.” I stood up and faced him. He passed the chain behind my head and rested it on my shoulders. The metal was cold, and it was heavier than I expected. I probably should have expected what came next but I was still surprised when he brought the two ends of the chain together and clicked the padlock through the links. He let the lock drop onto my chest. “Look at yourself in the mirror boy.” He turned me towards a floor length mirror next to the door to the room. I gasped. Just like the night before when I’d first tried on my new briefs I was shocked by how much a little thing could transform my image. The chain hung close to my neck, glinting in the red light. The lock looked large and prominent against my chest. My cock was straining against my briefs, and a small wet spot had already started to form as my dick started to leak. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. Sir stepped up behind me, joining me in the mirror. The difference between us was striking. He was tall and broad, covered in hair, with thick powerful arms. His jock bulged, heavy with his steadily swelling meat. He looked like a man, a true man. I on the other hand, was much thinner with far less muscle. My arms, though not undefined, looked puny next to Sir’s mass. I was almost hairless and small, straining in tight white briefs with a chain collar locked around my neck. I’d never seen a sub before, I’d never delved into that kind of porn, but I knew in that moment that this is what a sub was supposed to look like. I felt incredibly sexy, sexier than I ever had in my whole life up until that moment, and I would have done anything to keep feeling that way. “The collar suits you boy.” “Thank you Sir. I love it! I feel so fucking hot!” “Good! Good boy. You’re finding your place. Now, this is just a training collar, it will only stay on for today’s session. But if you’re a good a sub as I’m starting to think you will be you’ll have your own permanent collar and lock soon enough.” I spun to face him, looking up into his big square face with pleading eyes. “Really Sir?” “Really boy, but a collar must be earned. Little novice holes like you don’t just get a collar.” “Yes Sir. I understand Sir… but I’d like to earn it.” “Good boy. You like how the collar feels don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I feel so sexy.” “You are sexy. You look like the perfect sub, well almost perfect.” “Almost?” “We’ll get there… you’re not quite ready for the next step yet boy. Don’t worry about that. Focus on what’s happening right now.” “Yes Sir.” “Now that we’ve got you properly dressed for the day. Time for your first lesson: Worshiping Daddy’s body. You did a damn fine job sucking my cock yesterday, but there’s more to pleasing a man than just giving him a blow job.” “Yes Sir.” “Come over here and get your nose in my pits. Get my scent on you.” He put his hands behind his head exposing his furry pits. A wave of musk hit me like a tsunami. I was entranced by the smell, intoxicated even. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. It was something akin to the smell of the gym locker room but delicious at the same time, like the raw scene of muscularly. I dove into his pit nose first. I nuzzled deep, breathing in the heady aroma. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the hair. The taste was just as enticing as the smell. Salty and mysterious, I licked the sweat from his pit, twisting my tongue through the hair there. Sir let out a satisfied groan when I pulled back gasping for air. “Good job boy, now do the other one.” Not needing to be told twice I frantically started sniffing and licking Sir’s other pit. I felt high. It was wild. His scent seemed to make me even hornier. My head was spinning. I slowly started to move from Sir’s pit, licking at his skin as he went. I’d seen guy getting their nipples played with in porn, and made my way to Sir’s big pink nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and he moaned his approval. I sucked and teased his nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Sir grunted, and put his hand on the back of my head pressing me to his chest. “Good boy, lick Daddy’s nipples,” he growled. After a few minutes he shifted me to his other nipple and I devoured that one too. When Sir finally let me up my face was slick with spit, and I was grinning stupidly. “Good job boy, and you knew to work my nipples without me having to tell you. I’m very proud of you. You’re such a natural at this. Why don’t you work your way down and suck on my balls for a minute before we get you in the sling for the first time.” I grabbed at Sir’s chest, licking his nipple for a few moments more before slowly sinking to my knees. At first I just looked at the full pouch of his jock, remembering what it contained. Then I pulled it aside and let Sir’s cock flop out. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but his cock still hung long and thick. I held his dick gently in one hand, lifting it, and started swallowing his balls. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth. I licked all along his sack, tasting more sweat and musk. I burred my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent. As I worked his balls his dick continued to harden, swelling to its full and impressive size. I stroked it lightly, but Sir smacked my hand away, “I told you to work my balls boy, not play with my cock.” “Sorry Sir,” I gasped, letting his balls out of my mouth for a second. “You earn my cock through submission, I will let you know when it’s time for you to play with my cock.” “Yes Sir!” “Now swallow my balls boy!” I hungrily went back to my work. I liked his balls till his pubes were matted down with my spit and my face was shining. Sir moaned in appreciation as I worked his body and teased his sack. I was in heaven. Every sound of pleasure he made sent a shot of endorphins through my body. He was right, I was getting pleasure out of making him feel good. It made me happy to pleasure him. I’d never considered how good it could feel to submit. “Good job boy, fuck. You’re good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never been with another man. You’re a fucking natural. You were born for this.” “Thank you Sir!” I said from the floor, looking up at him, my face covered in spit and his precum. “Get up boy. Its time to get you in the sling.” I sprung to my feet, and he led me by the hand over to the swing in the middle of the room. He spun me around so I was facing him, with my back to the sling, “Take off your briefs.” Without hesitation I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pushed my briefs to the floor. My cock sprung up, slapping into my stomach leaving a stick trail of precum. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He said looking at my cock. “Yes Sir. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” “I’m glad to hear that boy. It means I was right about you. If you weren’t a natural born sub you wouldn’t be this turned on servicing me.” “It’s all so hot Sir. Honestly. I know I keep saying it but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. This is amazing. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, our day’s just starting. Hold out your hands.” I did as he instructed and grabbed to leather cuffs from the table next to the sling. He snapped them around my wrists, and then locked two more around my ankles. A big drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the floor when the leather touched my skin. “Alright, on three give me a little jump.” He grabbed me under the arms and counted, “one, two, three.” I jumped up and he pushed me back. I landed on the seat of the sling. Sir lay me down in the contraption and I looked up at myself in the mirror above. Every time I looked at myself I looked more and more like a submissive boy. Now in addition to my collar and lock, I had stout leather cuffs with D rings on them on all for limbs which Sir was attaching to the chains of the sling. Within moments I was completely helpless, attached to the sling with no way of getting free. I was at Sir’s mercy, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at myself in the mirror; exposed, vulnerable, and submissive. It was perfect. “How do you feel boy?” “Amazing Sir!” “You look amazing. Like I said, I’m going to take this real slow, if at any point its too much I want you to speak up. I’m not promising that I’ll stop what I’m doing but I will coach you through what you’re feeling. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” “Ok, lets start training this boy hole. How many fingers have you taken before boy?” “Just one Sir. I’ve never been brave enough to try more. I always get scared I’ll hurt myself.” “Well you don’t have to be scared today boy. I’m opened boy holes wider than you can imagine right now. I wont hurt you.” He’d walked around me now so he was standing between my spread legs. The pouch of his jock was still pulled aside and his massive dick stood straight out pointing right at my hole. I felt my hole twitch as I looked at the drooling head. I watched in the mirror above as Sir stepped closer and rubbed his slick cock head against my ass. I felt the wet head brush over my hole and I moaned. “Good boy,” he said. “You want my cock don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I want you to fuck me.” “Like I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you today, only properly trained sub boys get my cock. But with how eager you and naturally predisposed to submission you seem, I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long to get my cock inside you.” He brushed his cock head against my hole again, “and my load.” “Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s right boy. Once I’m inside you I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred your sweet boy hole.” “Please Sir! I want you to breed me! Please train me for your cock.” “Good boy.” Sir grinned at me, and then to my shock, sank to his knees. I felt his warm breath on my hole first, then the tickle of his moustache on my taint, followed finally by his tongue flicking across my tight, virgin, pucker. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed. Sir chuckled, “relax boy. It’ll feel good. Just relax.” He did it again. His tongue darted across my hole, then back down. It began to circle the outside of my ring. He was right, it did feel good. I watched Sir burry his head between my legs, shoving his tongue into my ass in the mirror above. His head bobbed forward and back as he twisted his tongue around. Almost immediately I was a whimpering heaving mess. I pulled against the chains, my arms moving involuntarily and Sir worked my hole. It happened slowly but I felt it, my hole began to relax. As Sir’s tongue danced around and across my hole, very slowly the muscles began to relax. I was opening up for him, slowly blooming open. Sir felt it too, he began to push his tongue against my hole. Over and over as he continued his frantic lapping he’d press the point of his tongue against my pucker. Little by little he made progress, slowly prizing my ring open. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating over and over. I had never dreamed something could feel like this. “That’s it boy, give in. You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel your hole opening up for me. Its fucking beautiful. You have such a pretty hole, tight and pink, just the right amount hair. Fuck.” He dove back in, his tongue now focusing almost exclusively on the center of my hole. He pushed and pushed, till his tongue could slid easily in and out of my hole. I felt the shift. He was tongue fucking my hole. “Oh my god.” I moaned. “Good boy. Yeah, good fucking boy,” he growled into my hole. He kept that up for what felt like an hour. I was whimpering and moaning when he finally got back to his feet. His moustache and beard were wet with spit and ass juice. He looked even hotter than before. Sir licked his lips and smiled at me, “what a fucking beautiful hole. Its just fucking begging to be trained. Boy, you need this don’t you?” “Yes Sir! Please! Please train my hole.” “It just bloomed open for me.” He sucked on one of his fingers for a moment and then started to rub it on my hole. “And it didn’t tighten back up right away. Your hole is desperate for it.” He pressed the tip of his finger into my hole very slowly. “Desperate for me to stretch it out. Fuck boy.” He spat onto his finger, rubbed his spit over my hole and pressed forward again. There was a long moment where nothing happened. I watched anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately not to tighten up. Then very suddenly Sir’s finger vanished inside my hole. My body just opened up and swallowed his finger. I groaned and tossed my head back against the sling. My legs pulled against my chains and I saw stars flash before my eyes. Sir twisted his finger around, pulling at the sides of my hole as I groaned and blathered on at him “open me, use me, it feels so good.” “Good boy, open up for me, that’s it, you can do it,” Sir cooed back as he worked me over. Eventually he pulled his finger out and stuffed it and a second finger into his mouth. He got both fingers wet and then aimed them back at my hole. I closed my eyes, willing my hole open as he started to work two fingers into me. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t hurt, to get his second finger in. My hole opened wider than it ever had before as Sir’s digits began to penetrate me. He worked them as before, twisting and pulling, stretching the sides of my hole wider little by little. He slicked two fingers on his other hand and began to alternate between the two hands, fucking his fingers in and out of me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. My whole world had shrunk to Sir, his fingers, and my hole. I never even thought about my own cock, which lay against my body half hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. “Such a beautiful hole, and you’re opening up so well for me,” Sir said and he stuck three fingers in his mouth while still fucking two from his opposite hand into me. He dropped another big glob of spit onto my hole and then started to push three fingers in. “You maybe bi but you’ve got the making of a fag’s pig hole,” he said as my hole stretched open again and his three fingers sunk in to the knuckle. “Fuck Sir! Please make my ass into a fag’s pig hole!” “Is that what you want boy? You want me to turn you into a little fag boy? You want me to stretch your hole out till it’s a gaping mess? Give you a big wet pig cunt?” “Please Sir! Don’t stop till I’m a gaping mess! Please make me a pig cunt!” “Piggy boy cunts aren’t made in one session, but you’ve got a lot of potential boy. First we’ve got to get you nice and stretched out, and once you’ve got a warm wet pussy I’ll breed you and turn your hole into a pig cunt. Now, let’s see if you can handle something more than just my fingers.” With that he reached back over to the table next to the sling. I watched anxiously in the mirror as he selected a slender but almost a foot long silvery orange toy. It bent as he picked it up, flopping about in his hands. He poured lube all along its length and rubbed up and down the shaft to make sure it was spread out. Then he rubbed the extra lube from his hands on my hole, slipping his fingers in and out of me with ease. “Alright boy, this called a Slink. It is the smallest one and it’s got a long shaft so it’ll stretch you out slowly as it probes your hole. You ready?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy. As I push in push out a little with your hole, it will open you up, but don’t strain. Alright now, deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath, and then very slowly blew it out through my nose. As I did Sir lined the toy up with my hole and started to press it into me. I pushed out and watched in shock as my hole bloomed open and accepted the toy. The first few inches slid inside me easily. I gasped, accidentally tightening my hole. “That was good boy, really good. You just got excited and clamped down. Take another deep breath and do the exact same thing.” We did it again. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I pushed out with my hole being careful to never strain. More of the toy sank inside me. Soon half of it had vanished inside me. “Good, good. That’s perfect. Now I’m going to fuck you with just this much of the toy. I want you to lay your head back. Try not to look in the mirror too much, just focus on how it feel.” “Yes Sir!” He slid the toy back till just the very tip was inside me, and then pressed it back inside. I groaned. He did it again. Slowly he built up the pace, fucking me with the long slender toy. Dutifully I kept my head back and eventually closed my eyes focusing on how my hole felt. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of being penetrated, every time Sir thrust the toy into me it hit something inside my hole that sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body. I felt stretched and used. I felt like a slut, and I liked it. “Fuck boy, you did it. Open your eyes and have a look.” I opened my eyes and looked up into the mirror. For a second I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Sir was standing between my outstretched legs with his hands at his sides, and the toy was nowhere to be seen but I could still feel it inside me. Then I understood. He had worked the rest of the toy inside me while he was fucking me. The whole foot long toy was now lodged in my ass. “Holy fuck Sir! How? How did you get all of that inside me?” “Very slowly. I told you boy, yours is not the first tight hole I’ve opened up. While you were focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the toy I pushed it a little deeper with each thrust till you’d taken the whole thing. Now watch this.” He took hold of the base of the toy and pulled back on it slowly. At first all I felt was pressure, then my ass gave way and the bulb of the toy slid out. I watched in awe as twelve long inches of orange silicone slipped from my hole and flopped into Sir’s waiting hands. As soon as the toy was out of my hole I felt empty. I missed the fullness that came with being penetrated. “Fuck Sir, it felt so good. Fuck me again with it please! Put it back.” “No, I think you took this one too easily. I’m going to size you up.” He dropped the Slink onto the table and walked down its length till he found what he was looking for. Holding a long black dildo he walked back to my hole. It was the same length as the Slink but without the taper. It had a fat head, and a wide shaft that ended in a pair of sculpted balls. Once more Sir slathered it with lube, rubbed some additional lube on my hole and then lined up the toy. “Deep breath, and push out while you let out your breath.” My hole opened easily for the new toy. The Slink had opened my hole and I had no problem with the girth for the first few inches. When about half the toy was in me Sir said again, “head back, eyes closed.” I did as instructed, and relaxed into the toy fucking. This time I knew what he was doing and I felt it. I felt the toy slowly working deeper and deeper into my hole. I felt myself opening up for it. I felt my guts being rearranged. Sir fucked me longer this time, eventually working up to long dicking me with the dildo. He’d pull its whole length out of me, resting the head on my hole and then push forward and sink the whole shaft back into me. I groaned as he worked me over and begged him to use me, and turn my hole into a pig cunt. “Fuck boy. You’re ready to size up again.” He pushed the whole length of the dildo in my hole, and then leaving me stuffed, moved down the table to pick my next toy. He came back with another dildo, this one however was fatter than either of the first two despite being several inches shorter. He lubed it up, pulled the pervious toy from my hole and then immediately replaced it with the new one. I groaned and without being told to do so, laid my head back on the and closed my eyes. Sir was getting more aggressive now. My hole was loosening quickly for him and he was being less gentle. He fucked this new fatter toy into me quickly and then proceeded to pound it in and out of my hole till I was a sweaty, drooling, blathering mess. “You’re doing so well boy. I’m so impressed,” Sir said, holding the toy deep inside me. “I can’t believe you’ve never had anything inside your hole before today. You’ve opened up so quickly. How do you feel boy?” “I feel fucking amazing.” I said in complete honesty. “I never imagined that getting fucked would feel this good. Its just… its amazing. I want more! Fuck. I want you to make me into a pig hole so bad! I want to be stretched out and used. I want to be full of your cum” “Damn. Hungry fucking boy. I love it. I like it when you beg me boy. But, I meant what I said, you’re not getting my cock today. You’re still not ready.” “Yes Sir.” “But you can get my load another way.” “How Sir?” He slid the dildo from my hole and set it aside. Then he unlocked my hands and feet and pulled me from the sling. I fell into him. My legs where shaking and unstable, lack of blood flow and being stretched for the first time had made me weak. Sir chuckled, “Get your legs back under you and then, you’re going to swallow my cock while you ride that dildo.” “Fuck yes Sir!” Sir moved us both over to the chair where he sat down handing me the dildo. It was heavy in my hands. I got on my knees in front of Sir, and then lent forward and aimed the dildo at my hole. It took me a moment to get the angle right but once I did it slid right back in. I shifted positions and slid the full length of the dildo inside me. Sir growled his approval and pointed his cock head at my face. I licked my lips, and fully impaled on the fat silicone cock I started to slurp on Sir’s dick. He held the back of my head again forcing me to take more and more of his cock down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but kept riding the dildo. It was completely overwhelming. There were too many amazing sensations happening at once that I couldn’t focus on anything. I found my mind going blank till I was only focused on the dildo in my ass and the cock down my throat. He fucked my throat till my jaw hurt and then kept going. My eyes were watering and drool was dripping off of my chin. I’d completely forgotten to keep bouncing on the dildo and was instead just sitting with it completely lodged inside my formerly virgin hole while my mouth was ravaged. Eventually Sir’s breathing shifted, his pace changed, and he pulled out till his cockhead rested on my tongue again. I knew what was coming next. Ribbons of hot sperm shot out of his cock filling my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping down as much as I could. I felt a small trickle of cum escape from the corner of my mouth as the last spurts fired. Sir collapsed back into his chair, both hands behind his head exposing his beautiful bushy pits and filling the room with a fresh wave of musk. I sat back, relishing the feeling of fullness in my hole and licking my lips. “Fuck boy, you did well.” He said eventually. “Thank you Sir. That was amazing, and… and thank you for giving me your load.” He looked down at me quizzically. “Jesus. You really are a born sub. Fuck. Thanking me for my load unprompted. Fuck!” He reached down and rubbed my head, mussing up my hair. “I wish I could wreck you all night.” “You can Sir! I don’t have to go anywhere.” He laughed, “No boy, your hole’s been through a lot. You need some rest, or we’ll end up breaking your pretty little cunt in training. Time to get off that dildo.” “Sir cant I just…” “Who’s in charge here boy?” “You are Sir.” “Correct, and I told you its time to get off that dildo, so get the fuck up.” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir!” I shifted onto the balls of my feet and slowly raised myself up will the dildo fell from my hole. I felt empty. I missed it already. “Good boy, that’s better. I know you’ve had a big day and these feelings can be overwhelming so I’ll forgive you this time.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “Its ok boy.” He held my chin in his hand, “just remember whos boss in this house.” “You are Sir.” “That’s correct.” He tipped my face up to him and did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me. I leaned in, pressing myself to his warm body as our tongues intertwined. His beard scratched at my chin and his moustache tickled my nose. It was heaven. “I’m really proud of you boy,” he said when he broke apart our kiss. “There aren’t many boys who are experience with getting fucked who can take three hours in the sling their first day. You did amazingly.” “Did? Are we done Sir?” “For today we are. Like I said, we cant risk breaking your pretty hole on the first day.” “Oh. Right.” “Don’t look so sad. Come back tomorrow and we’ll keep opening you up.” “Yes Sir!” I didn’t want to stop but at least this wasn’t the end forever. “Tomorrow when you come do the same thing you did today. Go around back, strip down to your briefs, knock and wait on your knees. Got it?” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, and tonight… I want you to jerk off tonight.” “Yes Sir!” “Jerk off thinking about what we did today, watch some porn of boys being used by doms. And then in that post nut clarity I want you to ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. If you come back here tomorrow I want it to not just be pent up hormones, but what you really want to do. Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good then get your briefs and gather your clothes from the back porch. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” I lay in my bed that night, my briefs pulled to the side any my cock sticking straight up leaking. I rubbed at my tender hole as I stroked remembering the afternoon I had. I heard Sir’s voice in my head saying “In that post nut clarity ask yourself ‘is this something I really want.’” How could the answer be no? The whole day had been pure bliss. I felt like I had found my place. I stroked my cock feverously thinking of Sir calling me a “good boy” as he stretched out my hole. I felt my used but as of yet unfucked no longer truly virginal pucker and imagined Sir’s cock finally entering me. My balls tightened and cum erupted from my dick like water from a fire hydrant. It shot high into the air and rained down over my sweaty heaving chest. I dipped my fingers into the puddles and lapped up my own load falling back against the pillows as my climax ended. I was panting and exhausted, but one things was crystal clear in my mind: I would be at Sir’s house at noon the next day kneeling in my briefs as ordered. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Sir said as he opened the sliding door in nothing but his jock smiling down at me. “How did it feel blowing that load last night boy?” “I’ve never cum so hard in my life Sir. It was all over me and then I licked it up.” “I bet you were playing with your hole at the same time weren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir, and imaging you fucking me.” “Glad to hear it boy… and when you came, how did you feel?” I paused for a moment thinking and then replied, “Resolved Sir. I want to be your boy. I want to be trained by you. I want you to make me into a pig. I want a pig cunt Sir! I want to be your sub. I want to learn to submit! Please Sir!” “Good boy. I like your honesty, and I’m glad that’s your choice. I’ve been thinking about your sweet boy hole all morning. Now, as cute as those briefs are on you they’re only going to get in the way of what’s next. Take them off, you can leave them out here with the rest of your clothes. You won’t be getting dressed again today.” I stood up and took off my briefs, only momentarily self-conscious about being completely naked outside. “Good boy. Come inside.” He led me inside, but instead of heading right upstairs to the playroom he brought me over to the kitchen island. “Hope up here,” he said, patting the island. I did as instructed and sat on the edge of the island. Then he turned to the freezer and pulled out a small bag of ice. “Put this on your dick to make it go soft boy.” I blinked at him confusedly but followed his instructions. I placed the freezing cold ice on my hard cock and felt it slowly begin to deflate. Sir then took something out of his pocket and pulled the ice away. He quickly worked a hard plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls, my dick swelling again. With the ring securely in place he put the bag of ice back on my junk making it go soft once more. As soon as I had completely lost my erection Sir took the ice away once more and deftly slipped a small plastic cage over my cock and locked it to the ring. “That load you shot last night,” he said, an evil glint in his eye, “was the last load you’re gonna shoot for a long while. I hope it really was a good one.” At this point in my life I’d never seen a cock cage or heard of male chastity, yet here I was with my cock straining against the confines of a black plastic cage. “This way all of your focus will be on your hole, not that you did a bad job of that yesterday but this… ensures compliance. Now, lets get you upstairs and start opening that hole up again. What do you say?” “Yes Sir!” I jumped down from the kitchen island and practically ran up to the play room. Sir chuckled coming into the playroom after me and seeing me standing right in front of the sling facing the door, my locked cock proudly on display. “Wrists out boy.” I held out my hands and he locked the cuffs back on them, then he did the same for my ankles. I stood still as a statue waiting while he retrieved my collar from the day before and re-attached it around my neck. “You look perfect.” “Thank you Sir.” “I thought we’d try you out on the bench this time,” he said, “instead of the sling. You wont be able to see what’s happening and can give in to just being a gaping hole.” He brought me over to the bench, and helped me to mount it. The bench was angled downward, and once Sir had attached my cuffs I was forced downward so that my ass was higher than my head. I had thought the sling left me exposed yesterday but it was nothing compared to this. My hole was totally exposed and I was held into place by the thick leather cuff. My cock throbbed in its new cage. “You look beautiful boy. Your locked up cock is leaking everywhere, and your hole is quivering. I’m going to open your hole till it’s a big loose cunt. I’m going to turn you into the perfect sub pig and breed your guts till my cum runs down your legs.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Use me! Stretch me out! Wreck me! Breed me!” “All in good time boy. All in good time,” and without further warning he dove into my hole. He licked at it like a man possessed just like he had done the day before. Only this time, it didn’t take half the time before my hole started to bloom open. I felt it, my hole still sensitive from yesterday, slicked and then opened, slowly relaxing under Sir’s assault. I moaned as his tongue started to work into my ass, flicking over the muscular ring over and over again. Sir growled as his opened me up. His big meaty paws held my cheeks firmly, spreading them apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I groaned over and over again. “This is going to be the perfect pussy.” Sir said, smacking me hard on the ass as he stood up. I heard him moving around but I couldn’t see where he went. After a few moments he returned, and I felt the cold slickness of lube being spread on my hole followed by the unmistakable pressure of a toy. “Lets see what we can get in this hole today boy,” and he pressed the head of the toy into me. It felt narrow but steadily widened. Maybe it was the Slink from yesterday, but then it just kept going and going. It felt longer than anything yesterday. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole and enjoying the experience. Eventually I stopped wondering what it was and just lost myself in the pleasure the toy was giving me. Sir progressively built up speed till eventually he was bashing my hole with the toy, the end of which felt like it had gone a miles into my guts. My hole felt wet and sloppy when he pulled the toy out. My hole felt cold without it, and I realized that that was air getting into my gaped ass. Sir replaced the first toy with another one almost immediately. This time, like yesterday, it was less tapered than the first. He steadily worked it deep inside me and I again lost myself in the experience. We did this over and over as Sir put larger and larger toys inside me. My world shrunk with each toy to focus more and more on my hole and Sir’s voice. The only thing that mattered were his words of encouragement and making myself into the hole he wanted. I had fallen into some sort of trance when he finally said, “Lets get you off this bench, I want you to see what was just in your pussy.” “My pussy Sir? Does that mean…?” “That your hole is growing? Absolutely. It’s not a cunt just yet, but its definitely more than just a hole.” Sir unhooked me, and helped me to sit up and then dismount the bench. My arms and legs both felt a little numb as I stood up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I did as instructed and a heavy weight fell into my hands. “Open them.” I looked down and gasped. I was holding what seemed like an impossibly large dildo. It was the same silvery orange as the Slink but had a spear shaped head, a long slightly tapered shaft and a slight knot at the bottom. It had to be almost a foot and a half long almost three inches across at the head. “There’s no way that was inside me Sir.” “I’d never lie to you boy. Squat on it right now. You’ll see I’m not lying.” I did as he said and set the massive dildo on the floor and then started to lower myself down onto it. My mouth hung open in shock as my hole easily opened for the head, and then slowly but surely swallowed the whole shaft. “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I sat on the floor fully impaled on the toy. “Thank you Sir.” “For what boy?” “For showing me how good my pussy can feel!” “You’re most welcome boy. It feels right doesn’t it boy, to have your hole stretched around a big toy and your dick locked away.” “Yes Sir! It feels so good.” “Good boy. You’re learning to take pleasure from a sub’s place in the world. A sub should be constantly horny and ready to service any man who wants to use its holes.” “Yes Sir!” I was bouncing absent mindedly on the toy as he talked. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday I’d barely had a finger up my ass and today I was riding a massive toy like it was nothing. Sir was a magician. He was also right. It felt so good to be locked up and stretched out, I never wanted it to end. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Really boy? Anything?” “Yes Sir! Anything!” “Open your mouth boy.” He stepped right in front of my and pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. His fat semi hard cock flopped out. I opened my mouth expecting him to start face fucking me. Instead he twisted one hand into my hair holding my head still, and used the other to aim the head of his dick at my open mouth. He closed his eyes for a second and then suddenly the back of my throat was hit with a hot stream of piss. “Swallow boy. Take my piss load.” I swallowed as quickly as I could but his stream came out way too fast and soon hot piss was streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my chest. His piss was bitter but also somehow delicious. I gulped it down. I think even if it had tasted disgusting I would have still swallowed it. Sir wanted me to drink his piss, so I drank his piss. Some part of me understood that this was not just about sexual gratification in the moment but also about him asserting his dominance and control over me. I was becoming an object for use, and I’d never been happier. As Sir’s stream ended I licked my lips and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick, lapping up the last of his piss. I looked up and saw Sir smiling at me, a big messy grin. “Damn boy. I expected you to resist or spit it out. That was… wow.” “You told me to swallow,” I said cheekily. “You’re right. I certainly did. Fuck boy.” His did was hard now and he slapped it against my face. I hung my mouth open and let him push the head into my mouth. He held onto the back of my head with both hands and crammed his dick down my throat. For a second I couldn’t breathe before he pulled back again. I sank all the way down on the massive dildo and let Sir face fuck me. He groaned and growled as he used my throat. Thick globs of spit dripped off my chin and I started to sweat. When Sir finally came it was with a massive yell and hot volleys of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed his load down too, savoring his tastes with satisfaction. “Good boy… good boy,” he cooed running his fingers through my hair. When his dick had gone soft he knelt down in front of me and took my face in his hand. “Good job boy. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you Sir!” “You’re doing so well. You’ve impressed me so much. Your holes gone from a tight little pucker to a nice wet pussy so quickly.” “Thank you Sir! It feels so good. I love having my hole turned into a pussy.” “Good, and tomorrow I’m going to turn it into a cunt.” “Really?” “Really boy. Tomorrow you get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my spunk.” “Fuck! Please Sir! I’m ready now Sir!” I bounced on the dildo to show him I was ready. As I rode the dildo my hole made a wet squelshing sound that made me even hornier. “No boy. You’re going to wait till tomorrow. You’re going to spend the night in that cage, and come here after you’re done with work tomorrow. You’re going to prove to me that you want this,” He shook his cock at me, “Badly enough. You’re going to prove you’re a good boy, and then I’m going to breed you and make you mine.” “Yes Sir! I’ll be here Sir!” “Good boy.” “Um… Sir…?” “Yes?” “Could I… is there a toy I could take home? It just feels too good to be stretched out. I don’t want it to stop!” He smiled, “After tomorrow boy you’ll be stretched out all the time. For tonight your hole needs to rest. Now come on,” he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to my feet. The dildo fell from my used hole as I stood up. I felt empty. “Let’s get you dressed.” I stripped naked as soon as my apartment door closed behind me and flopped back onto my bed. I lay there running my hands across my body. My skin felt electric, as if every touch was heightened after my experience. My balls were more sensitive than they had ever been pressed forward and slightly squished by the ring of my new cage. I pulled my legs back and felt my hole. It felt puffy and swollen. It also felt amazing. I rubbed my fingers across it reveling in to the slickness I still felt. My hole had gone from completely virginal to a wet sloppy pussy in just two days and tomorrow it would become a pig cunt. I was in heaven. The next day it was almost impossible to concentrate. I felt the pressure of my cage constantly. Every time I moved I felt it, and it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Peter could tell I was distracted but he didn’t seem to mind. He just let me exist and wait out my time till I could go back to Sir’s house. When our day was over and we’d dropped off tools back at the shop I practically bolted to my car. I drove as fast as I dared back over to Sir’s house and ran around the back of his house. I stripped off as soon as I got to his back porch and knelt down fully naked at the sliding door. Sir came to the door today dressed in a black leather vest, and black leather chaps with well-worn white jock on. There was a stout leather cuff around his left bicep, and he had on heavy black leather boots. “Fucking sub faggot waiting naked and caged for his Dom. So fucking sexy,” he said when he opened the door. “Good boy, open your mouth.” I did as instructed, guessing at what was next. Like the day before he pulled his jock to the side and rested his semi hard dick on my lips before releasing a massive stream of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down hungrily, swallowing as much as I could. When he’d finished he slid his dick deeper into my mouth and fucked my face as he got hard. He pulled his fully hard cock out of my mouth, and turned my face up to his. Then he bent down and spat right into my mouth. “How did my boy enjoy his first day as a locked boy?” “It was really hot Sir,” I said, after swallowing his spit, “But it was hard to think about anything about being caged and how horny I was.” “Good. I told you a sub boy should always be horny and ready to service men, especially his Sir.” “Yes Sir! I’m ready for you. Anything you want! I’m ready to serve.” “I know you are boy. Are you ready to get that pussy turned into a cunt?” “Yes Sir! I want it so bad!” “Then lets get upstairs then!” Sir took me upstairs, fitted the cuffs on me again, and latched the collar around my neck. He then lifted me into the sling and locked me in place. I gazed up at myself, taking in my spread legs, exposed body and leaking caged cock. I looked like such a slut. “Fuck,” said Sir rubbing his fingers across my hole. “Such a beautiful fucking boy pussy. I’m going to breed you so deep boy my load’s going to be in you for days.” “Please Sir, breed my hole! Make me into a pig cunt!” “That’s it boy, beg me. Beg for my load. Tell me what you want.” He got down on his knees and started to eat my hole as I alternated between begging and whimpering. “Please Sir! Fill my hole! Pump me full of your sperm. I want to be your boy! I want to be your cum dump. I need to be used. I’m just a sub boy, made for you to fuck! I need it so bad Sir! I’ve needed it for days. I want you inside me so bad! I can’t think about anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see you on top of me. I dream about you fucking me. Please let me serve you. Let me make you feel good. Please breed me!” “Good boy,” Sir said when he stood up, “You’re learning your place. You’re going to make such a good sub.” He was leaning over me holding onto the chains by my wrists. He bent down and kissed me deeply. Then he stood up and towered over me. I looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his jock was off and his cock was fully hard and leaking. He lined it up with my hole and rubbed against my pucker. I groaned. “Good boy. Just like before, deep breath in, let it out and push out with your hole. Its time to turn your hole into a cunt.” I did as he said and took a deep breath. With my eyes locked on his cock in the mirror I let it out and pushed gently. Sir’s cock was smaller than the toy’s I’d been riding the day before but it was thick with almost no taper to the shaft and it took some time and extra spit before his head broke through my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy as the first two inches of cock entered my body. Sir growled hungrily. “Good boy, take my big raw cock. Feel it opening your pussy, turning it into a cunt. That’s right boy, you’ll never be the same after this. You thought those toy’s felt good now that you’ve had real cock in your hole you’ll never be able to go back. You’ll always long for it. You’ll need it. You’ll need big raw dick in your sweet boy cunt.” While he was saying all of this he was slowly pushing his dick into me. I was whimpering and groaning, quietly begging him to make me his boy and fill me with cum. “That’s it boy, you’ve got my whole cock inside you now. You’ve taken your first dick.” “It feels so good Sir! Fuck! Your dick is so big. I love it. Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “I like hearing you beg boy.” “Please breed my hole Sir! Make me into a cunt!” “Good boy,” he said and started to pull his cock back out. He built up a slow pace first, using the swing of the sling to force his dick harder and harder into my hole. I was mesmerized watching his dick slide in and out of my ass in the mirror. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening, and part of me felt like it had been inevitable that I would somehow end up here. Sir was right, I was a natural born sub. It didn’t matter that I was bi, I was a faggot made to be used. I moaned as Sir picked up the pace and started to slam into me. Sweat was beading up on both of us. It dripped off of Sir and splattered onto my body. The smell of sex started to permeate the air. It was like Sir’s musk but quadrupled. It was intoxicating, it made me feel light headed. I was swimming in some sort of horny bliss, a daze of pheromones. How could I ever have been scared of being fucked? It was the greatest feeling in the world. “God your hole feels so good boy. A warm wet boy pussy, its just begging to be used and bred. Fuck boy! I’m going to fucking fill your hole. You’re going to be my cunt.” “Breed me Sir! Use my pussy! Its yours. Fill me up!” “Yeah boy, take Daddy’s big raw cock. That’s what holes like yours are made for, taking big fat raw dicks all day long. You’re a fucking cum dump. Once you’ve had my load you’ll be fucking hooked. You’ll be desperate to be fucked all the time.” “I want to be a cum dump Sir! Im already desperate. It feels so good! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick is so good! Breed me Sir!” “Fucking fag boy desperate for cock. Beg me for my load boy. Beg me to breed you. Beg me to make this pussy into a real fucking cunt!” Sir was pounding me hard now. He was swinging the sling away from him and bashing me back against his cock as it swung back. I was panting, and dripping in sweat. My breathing was ragged as I gasped out, “I need it Sir! I need to be bred! I need my pussy made into a cunt. I need to be your cum dump! Please cum inside me! Breed me! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me up! Please… Please… Please… fucking breed me!” “Here is comes boy, the first load of your life. Take my fucking load!” He screamed as he orgasmed, slamming his dick as deep as it would go inside me and pumping rope after rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I was shaking, several spurts of thick cum oozed out of my caged cock. Sir was still grunting as his dick throbbed inside me. Sweat fell from his face landing on my chest. My head fell back against the sling as I tried to catch my breath. It had happened. Sir had fucked me and bred my hole. I had his hot load inside me right then. I was really a sub boy now. I was a boy. I was a hole. I was Sir’s hole. I had found my place. “Fuck boy.” Sir groaned when he finally started pulling his cock from my hole. “You did so good.” He took a step away and grabbed something off the table of toys next to the sling. He lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. It was another silvery orange toy, this time a plug. It was shaped roughly like a man’s dick but with a thick knot at the base. He pushed it into my freshly bred hole and it popped into place. “From now on, this plug stays in your cunt when you’re not being bred. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy.” He unfastened my arms and legs from the sling and helped me down. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the floor directly in front of the sling. I did as I was told. “Eyes front.” I looked dead ahead as Sir walked away from me. A moment later he returned and unlocked the collar from my neck, I looked up at him sadly but he just smiled. “That’s just a training collar, something I use on a boy I’m just playing with. This,” he dropped a thick heavy chain around my neck, “Is the collar of an owned boy.” He locked a big gold padlock through the last links of the chain and dropped it onto my chest. There was no ignoring the weight of it. Like my cage the chain would be a constant reminder of who I belonged to. “You’re mine now boy. You’ll come here every day after work or school and service me, or whoever I want you to service. Follow instructions and your hungry pig cunt will never go without again.”

First load for 2024. I went down to the state park. There were the most cars there I have ever seen. It was a huge picnic day, hot and sunny. I almost turned around a left. But I wanted to go for a walk in the hills anyway. I got up one of the side trails and a dude walked past right away. I thought, this might be ok after all. I lubed up my ass, just incase. I went down to the fun little clearing in the forest. Took off my shirt in the shade, it was a really hot day. This hot guy with tattoos, in rugby shorts and sports team shirt walked up to me. I could tell, that he was taking a walk to take a break from the family picnic area. He rubbed the bulge in my shorts. He flopped his cock out, and I pulled my shorts down and we played with each others cocks for a couple of minutes - was unsure where this was going. His cock was a good size and really hard. Nice head. I thought it would be hot to get a first load for the year, so I just turned around and rubbed his cock in my pre-lubed ass. I was not sure he was into it, but I rubbed his cock up and down my crack. He put his arms around me and gave me gentle bear hug. I aimed his cock in my hole and his head was in just the right place. The head popped in a little bit. I was hard as fuck. He started jerking me a little bit and he started humping my hole, just edging his cock head in my hole. I love just putting my cock head in a little bit too. It's a good way to test the waters. As he was humping me, his rock hard cock was getting a little deeper every time. He tightened his bear hug and his urges took over and he stroked deeper and deeper slowly, until he was pounding my hole. I love the way he was breathing hard in my ear, and rubbing his built body again mine. He was really going to town now. I thought he was not going to last much longer, I told him to blow his load in me. He pounded even harder, and I reached down and cupped his balls. I did not want him to pull out last minute - if you get that far into it, don't waste that cum on the ground. I felt his cock throbbing and his balls up against my hole. Fucking hot, first load of the year. He tidied up and walked off, back to the picnic - I guess. I went for my walk up the hills with that load up my ass, I felt really horny. There is another spot where there is a lookout. It's not on a trail, it's a place where dudes meet up, then go somewhere else in the forest. I guess it's a good spot, it's a little steep and difficult to get to, but if a dude is there, you know why he is there. I decided to walk up to the lookout, I saw a dude ahead of me. He looked hot and sweaty, it was such a hot day. I was hot and sweaty. And I had a cum lubed hole. I like the sexy dirty feeling of fresh sweat and cum. I just followed that guy up, he looked away from me, and I thought he was just walking the trails for the view. Which can be the case. Anyway he looked twice or three times at me, so I started to walk to where he was, he took a couple steps toward me and stopped. We were kind of in each others way now, he was up hill from me, so I just looked at his shorts. There was a nice bulge developing. I rearranged my cock, so he could be sure I was cool with it. He had his hand down his pants now. He pulled the front of his shorts down and started stroking. He had a thicker than average floppy one. It looked like it would taste good, hot and sweaty. So I had a taste. He thickened up pretty quick in my mouth and he hardened up good. I pulled my shorts down and turned around and rubbed his cock on my hole. Fuck, I was in a piggy mood. I was still horny from my previous load, and my ass was ready with lube and cum. I pushed back on his cock and he was thick but it got in, I was pre-stretched. He started stroking it in and out pretty quick, which was hot as fuck. I did not want to spend too much time getting fucked here, because the trail coming up is pretty easy to get busted from, just one path in an out. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me deep and fast thrusts. I could tell he wanted to get off fast as possible. It's hot knowing you could get caught. But it's all good because only our guys are likely to hike up here. I was loving the piggyness of getting a second load. It only took about 30 seconds for his strokes to get to full speed. He blew his cum deep in my ass. We got our selves back in order pretty quick, and he took off down the hill. I was in a horny daze. I walked back slowly, fantasising about getting a third load. Getting two loads in an hour was good going for me. Great way to start the year.

That's my cunt. I do shave it sometimes

The room with the sling was dark, but you could see whether someone offered themselves up in it. I stepped inside, put my towel on the leather hung by the chains in the roof. They clinged and clanged as I slipped off my flip-flops, climbed onto the sling, positioned byself so that my ass was right on the edge of the leather and let my feet search up the chains for the stirrups. Ah, there they were. I inserted my feet in them and relaxed. The cold leather quickly warmed up. Horny men were walking by, most of them not even looking in. I moved a bit as to make some sound, chains rattling. Finally, a silhouette showed up in the "door". After a bit of hesitation he stepped inside, feeling his way to find the sling. His hands roamed over all of me, and quickly found my business end, wet cock and cummy ass. Squeezing my balls and cock he quietly asked "Chem-dick?" I said "Yeah"... He went down to the fucking end, and leaned down to take my balls and dick in his mouth, sucking and playing with my already wet cock. "Tastes so fucking good" he said. I could feel his tongue wandering down behind my balls to my asshole, that I was pulsating a bit, just to let a bit of loads out. He slobbered down my hole, pushing his tongue inside and nibbling on my hole. "yeess...." I hissed "use those teeth... eat my hole" Now a couple of fingers came up, to stretch me... Not that it was needed but, hey, let him play. Three fingers, four fingers... uhhh.. so fucking good.... I could feel him pushing his fingers to the knuckles, widening my hole. OK, I stand corrected - for THIS I needed stretching. The cum inside me was not going to be enought if he continued - but I heard the snick of a bottle cap of lube and could feel the cold lube coming onto my hole and being slowly pushed in by his hand. My toes were curling of pleasure, but I am not used to be fisted - and I told him "I don't think you can..." and feeling the THUMB joining the rest of the fingers inside me... I started flexing my ass, pushing out such as to push his hand out of me "Yesss... excellent boy" he said. Matching my constrictions around his fingers, he pushed his hand further inside me than anyone ever been before. I could feel his knuckles - "MMMnnnnoooo..." I pushed again and he swiftly returned OH MY GOD THAT FIST IS INSIDEMEUUUUHHHNNNNNNNN I panicked a bit, and he leaned over and started licking my ass lips around his wrist. I was breathing shallowly now... How in the hell did this happen - damn the kat. I am so open now.... His fist slowly moved in me, fucking me slowly but deliberately. I am just moaning the hell out of it. ""Yess, good boy... take it like a nice little pig" He said gruffly. If my dick was leaking before, imagine with a fucking hand inside you pressing on your g-spot... He continued for a little while and then he said "Push me out, babe" - I did as told. His fist slowly came out, with a stream of lube and the rest of the previous loads. I could feel cold air rushing into my wide open ass. He dried off his hand and said "Have a great time" - and left. What the hell!!! No fuck, no cum? I was disappointed. I felt gingerly with my hands around my hole, but fortunately there was no tear of any sign of blood - Thank god. Another shadow popped inside. This guy was crew, he had a cap on backwards, and when he came up to me I could feel his clothes, the tank top and bathing suit. He was pressing against me from the side of the sling, leaning over and finding my tits with his hands. Massaging them, concentrating on the nipples, and then finally clamping down on them with his mouth. Humming he chewed my left nipple, making it really sensitive. He came up to my face and kissed me - nice 🙂 a romantic in the sling room? "Such a nice body... love me a good chubby" he said. His hands were roaming down my chest and belly, and finding my - yes, chem-dick. He moaned slightly while really playing with it - then he moved away, down to my feet. "I need me some pussy, man" he said - "Did Frank loosen you up?" while feeling my hole with his fingers. "M-hm..." I answered. "Good boy" - I more felt than saw him push the front of the tank top over his head and let his bathing suit fall down. A hard throbbing dick found my hole immediately and slid inside me, balls deep, with almost no resistance. "Ohhhhh... that's a good pussy" - he moaned. He stayed for a couple of second, then started a slow, long-stroke fuck. All the way out, popping out of me, and then all the way down, finding his way inside me with no guidance, just my gaping hole. His hands moved over my belly, squeezing it, caressing it... up to my tits again, squeezing, pinching my nipples hard, pulling them. I was moaning like hell as he was slowly picking up the pace... His hands moved down to my legs and wandered up to my feet. I felt him pulling on one of them and his mouth around my big toe. Man that's so fucking horny. I tried working my ass around his cock now pounding me very deliberately but not so hard. I almost had no muscled strenght having been opened up like that... He started sucking on the rest of my toes, taking the whole foot into his mouth, tongue licking around each toe. Now, I could feel him REALLY picking up his pace, panting more and moaning around my left foot. "Yeah baby, take My fucking DNA" he said, and filling my ass with a load so big I was not prepared for the cum leaking out by his shaft. He didn't stop fucking me though, but kept on going. "I'm pushing it in so far you'll fart cum for days" he said. The load was churning in my hole and I could hear the sloppy sound of his cock, still hard. "Babe, he said... you're getting one more" - What?!? Who cums twice in just a couple of minutes?!? Him obviously because his slapping balls stopped right at my hole and his cock started pulsating again. He stood like that for a little while, then stepped back while slowly exiting my cummy ass. "Thanks man" he said, returning his tank top to the front and pulling his bathing suit up. Another happy customer... but man I felt a bit sore after that impromptu fisting. I stayed in the sling though. Two men now came inside... one of them staying by the side and the second one immediately and with no ceremonies coming to my ass, pushing his cock in to start fucking. Fucking nice! No words, no ask, just push inside and fuck. I felt great, slutty and decadent. His balls slapping against me, him just grunting and loading off his cum - then leaving. The first man followed him out. It was time to return to the room and fill up on the kat.

Try also the Bar Keller at rue Keller. Nice raunchy atmosphere. Especially good for FF.

Absolutely!

Anyone who believes any career politician will not flip on any given issue at any given time under the application of pressure is simply not paying attention.

Some are, though not a huge number (in my opinion). The bigger problem is not people who think X is the top concern; it's the idiot voters who think "I want X position on A, Y position on B, Z position on C, and if anyone fails to live up to any of those, I won't vote for him." Sensible voters know that it always comes down to a choice of which candidate is closer to what you want, not imposing an ideological filter that eliminates anyone with whom you disagree on some issue (unless that issue, like pro-choice for an awful lot of suburban women, is a firm line.)

When the btm is a sexy guy but his bare ass is up when I walk in the door, then his hole is going to make my cock pop quick. Just knowing how hungry his ass is for cum makes me hard! Especially if it's a cummy hole from previous fuckers. But I'm a multi-cummer so I can go for round #2 right then or cum back later to check on his load count 🐷

I love a PA'd dick especially when it's pushing through my rings

More cock. Less booze. Second thoughts, forget the last one…

OH, NO-O-O-O-O!!!??? I have just read this entire saga and more than my junkie brain needs my next slam-- I NEED THIS NEXT CHAPTER!! So fckn close to blowing my load...

Again see disclaimers in Part 1. Happy New Year everyone! Freshman Project: Jason (Part 4) Jason woke up the next morning in his bed. His 5 inch cock his was rock hard and his jaw was sore. He was not sure if it was just his imagination or not, but he thought he could still taste Blake’s cum in his mouth. His mind was at war with itself. His religious upbringing was trying to make him feel guilty for all the sins he committed last night, specifically smoking pot and sucking a man’s cock. Meanwhile there was no denying that it had been the best night of his life. Part of him also feared it might have just been a dream, but when he looked down at the floor and saw the backpack that Blake had sent home with him, he knew it was not a dream. ***Last Night*** The southern baptist evangelical closeted gay boy had never felt more alive than after he had declared Blake his Master. Blake had reward him by sliding off the dirty jockstrap and freeing his thick veiny cock. Once free of the pouch, it quickly grew to its fully nine and half inch glory. “Worship my cock slave,” commanded Blake after his heavy cock had been freed and flopped against his smooth abs. “Yes Master,” responded Jason, embracing his new role. While he had no real life experience, he had learned enough about computers to be able to secretly watch a lot of gay porn over the years without his parents finding out. He shifted his position so that he was no longer laying next to Blake but was on his hands and knees perpendicularly to Blake’s body. He gently ran his hand over Blake’s cock, enjoying the sensation of feeling another cock for the first time. It felt similar to his own, but so much bigger. The one thing he noticed was that it was not quite as stiff as his smaller cock, even hard it still had a bit of bend to it. Being stoned out of his gourd, Jason took a long time just feeling the thick cock with his hands, running his hands up and down it, slowly jacking it. As he ran his hand down to the base he finally noticed Blake’s large balls nestled between the swimmer’s bare legs. Like the cock, the senior’s balls were much bigger then Jason’s. He wrapped his around the older boy’s balls, and gently stroked Blake’s cock with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. He watched as the head of Blake’s cock slide in and out of his foreskin. “That’s my Boy, now use your tongue,” order Blake. “Yes Master,” said Jason, getting turned on by feeling like this hunk of an upperclassman owned him. The most gorgeous guy he had ever met in real life was calling him his. As he started to lower his face and stick out his tongue, there was a small part of his weed addled brain that recalled all the safer sex messages he had been subject to during orientation and the meeting at the Rainbow Center he had attended, ‘use a condom, even for oral sex’, it said. As he stared down at the huge beautiful cock that belonged to his new god, he rationalized ignoring the advice, ‘it’s just a blow job, it is low risk, I want to to taste him, not a rubber.’ He ran his tongue up from the base of Blake’s cock to the head as he pulled the skin down to make sure the head of Blake’s cock was exposed. He saw a glistening drop of pre-cum oozing out the tip. He licked up to the tip and swirled his tongue around the head savoring the sweet taste of Blake’s pre-cum. “Suck it Boy, I don’t expect you to take the whole thing tonight, but eventually I’ll train you to be able take the whole thing, you want that right? You want to be able to deep throat real men’s cocks, don’t you slut?” asked Blake. “Yes, oh yes,” replied Jason. He opened his mouth and took Blake’s cock into his mouth. Blake knew he did not need to push too far tonight and punish Jason for not saying Sir or Master every time. There would be plenty of time to fully break the boy and unleash his truly submissive side. So instead of reprimanding the freshman, he just lay there passively as the horny repressed stoned teen let himself indulge a long unfulfilled fantasy and suck his first cock. “Take as much as you can and use your hands on the rest. Yeah that’s it. Get it nice and wet, feel it in the back of your throat, you’re doing great Boy,” instructed Blake, coaching the virgin boy, “Pull on my balls, yeah that’s it.” Having cum twice the night before and once before practice today, it took Blake awhile before he was ready to shoot his load. He made Jason work for it and much to Blake’s delight Jason never once complained about how much Blake’s thick cock made his stretching jaw ache. He warned Jason as he was about to cum, “I’m close Boy, you are going to make me shoot my load. I’m going to cum for you, take my load, take it, you’ve earned having part of me inside you.” Jason felt proud that he was going to make this hot experienced older guy cum. He had no second thoughts, he wanted to taste Blake’s cum, he wanted to have a part of Blake in him. It just felt right. Even though his jaw was hurting him, he redoubled his efforts, trying to take even more of the thick monster cock into his mouth and down his throat. “Oh yeah, take my gift Boy, swallow me, you want that cum, oh fuck yeah,” moaned Blake as he shot his load into Jason. The first couple of shots went straight down Jason’s throat, but the boy started to gag and pulled back so the rest went into his mouth. He did a good job making sure he caught it all and none spilled out. Jason savored the taste, it was both sweet and bitter at the same time. Blake reached down and gently stroked Jason’s cheek, “Fuck yeah, you did good Boy, savor that cum. A man’s cum is a great gift for a slave. Cherish it.” After he had recovered from his orgasm, Blake pulled Jason up and kissed his newest boy. He hugged the boy to him and gently rubbed his sides. Now was the time to be gentle and caring. Coach Malone had taught him that nothing was better to sooth the guilt an inexperienced boy might be feeling than snuggles. He smiled to himself as he felt Jason melting into him. He snuggled with Jason for ten minutes or so, letting the boy come to terms with what had just happened before he rolled over on top of the smaller student. Jason’s eyes shot open as he felt Blake’s full weight on top of him. He saw Blake smiling down at him. “Your turn,” said Blake. “Huh?” responded Jason. Blake sat up, pulling his legs underneath him, and straddled Jason, his naked ass resting on top of the boy’s small hard cock still covered by his tight skinny jeans. “No more speaking Boy until your Master says you can. Do you understand? Nod if you understand,” said Blake. Jason nodded eagerly. "Stay there, put your hands behind your head and clasp them,” order Blake. Jason complied. Blake climbed off of Jason and the bed. He smiled down at his newest toy, “You are so cute. You are meant to serve men. Now to reward you for taking the first step in accepting yourself, I’m going to make you cum for me, for me. Do you understand?” Jason was about to say something when he remembered that he had been ordered not to speak, so he nodded instead. He was rewarded by seeing Blake smile again. He wondered why it made him so happy to see Blake smile at him. ‘Was Blake right, was he meant to serve men?’ he asked himself. Blake reach down and unbuttoned Jason’s jeans then pulled them and his underwear down to his hips, freeing his five inch rock hard cock. Blake grabbed a tube of lube from the nightstand and squeezed a small amount into his hand. He then reached down and started to stroke Jason’s cock. “Cum for Daddy, cum for Daddy, give me your load Boy. Yeah you want this, you want to be sex slave for dominant men, don’t you?” asked Blake as he stroked him. Jason blushed but he knew deep down that Blake was right. This felt so right, he loved being told what to do, he always had. That was why he had always been a good boy for his overbearing religious dad. He did what he was told even if he did not like it. He needed a man to tell him what to do, he wanted to please a man, that was when he truly felt alive. “Go ahead and shoot your load Boy, you have my permission. Cum for me,” order Blake as he knew Jason was not going to last much longer. “AHHHHHH,” screamed Jason as the most powerful orgasm of his life rocked his young body. The first shot of his cum landed in his hair, the next on his face and rest trailed down his chest and stomach as his body twitched on the bed. When the last bit of cum had been milked from the boy’s balls, Blake started collecting it off his body with his lubed up hand. “Open your mouth Boy, cum is not to go to waist, it needs to always go in your mouth or ass. Show me you understand,” commanded Blake. Jason instinctively knew how to respond, he opened his mouth. He greedily licked and sucked the cum and lube off Blake’s fingers as his Master fed him his own cum. Once all the cum had been cleaned off Jason’s body, Blake lay back down along side Jason and took the boy into his arms, “You can speak again Jason, our scene is over. I hope you enjoyed it.” Jason started crying tears of joy. Blake was not surprised by the response, Aiden had reacted similarly. He held the freshman against him and let the boy process his emotions. When the tears had subsided, Blake spoke again, “You okay?” “Yes, thank you. That was, I don’t know how to describe it,” said Jason. “Heh, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I really enjoyed it too and I want to see you again. I look forward to doing even more, would you like that? Would you like me to take you on a journey of discovery?” asked Blake, already knowing the answer. “Yes,” said Jason. “Cool, you are a really awesome guy Jason,” said Blake. They stayed cuddling for awhile longer before Blake spoke again, “So Jason, about ‘safe sex’; the school makes me say a lot of shit about it, but the reality is that condoms suck. They totally kill the vibe and don’t feel good. While I have to push them in the meetings, I don’t use them. I don’t like having a barrier come between me and my partner. I want to feel you and I want you to feel me. I hope that’s not going to be a problem?” Jason cuddled his naked body up against the naked body of the senior god that was lying next to him. “I can understand that, but aren’t you concerned about STD’s?” he asked. “Not really. Everything is treatable these days. Even if it can’t be cured, it can be kept in check. If you have concerns you should go to the campus health clinic and ask them,” offered Blake. Jason felt a deep sense of dread at the prospect of talking with strangers about sex, “I don’t know if I could do that.” “If you have any concerns, you should. Ask for Ian though, he’s a gay guy that won’t judge you and will answer all your questions honestly. I don’t ever want you to feel that you’ve been pressured into anything you didn’t want to do, so while you can come over and suck me off whenever you want, I’m not going to fuck you until you beg me to fuck you, and I’m not going to wear a condom, you understand?” asked Blake. Jason was still too stoned to really understand, but he knew he did not want to say no to Blake, so he said, “Yes Master, I understand. But um, being honest, I don’t know if I can, um take you, you know, up there. You’re so big.” Blake gave a little chuckle, “I’m big but I’m not ‘that’ big compared to some others. If you want, I can send you home with a few toys that you can test out and play with at your own pace to start getting you ready, would you like that?” Even though Jason had sucked off Blake and eaten both his and his own loads of cum, he blushed. “I guess,” was his answer. “No guessing BOY,” scolded Blake. Jason sheepishly answered, “Yes Master, I’d like that, I want to be ready for you.”

Focus on getting that second hole real loose!

When we got back into the kitchen, noone even looked sideways at us. They were talking and hanging out. Laughing and joking around, but the boys were starting to get much closer to M. And i have to say, he wasnt minding the attention. They were asking him if girls like his big ass. Now, M has an incredible ass. His body is literal perfection. He looks like he was cut out of stone. His ass is not only round and muacular, its a fucking shelf. He turned around to show of his ass to the boys. He admitted that girls often ask to touch it and have tried to put fingers in his hole when they're sucking him. But hes never actually let any of them do anything to it, not even his wife. Then the ass eating boyfriend asked if any of them had ever eaten his hole. He said his wife has a couple times, but shes not really into it. She's more into vanilla sex and doesnt really like to get into anything more adventurous. It was the exact answer the boys were hoping for. They asked if he'd be down to let him try. There was an awkward laugh. It was a bit uncomfortable for a second. Then M said, i think id need more shots to do something like that. And almost instantly shots were being poured. We all started laughing again. While this was all happening, i was still standing there in just my shirt, with my ass and cock still out. I was standing close to S and he was discreetly caressing my ass. I arched my back a bit, to give him access to my hole. He would occasionally slip a finger inside me. I would make no noise at all, i didnt want snyone to notice. I just wanted him inside me so bad. We all did another round of shots. M laughed a little uncomfortably, and said, "Ok, we doin' this?" And started undoing his pants. And the next thing i knew, the guy who ate my ass first was right behind M and dropping down to his knees. He wanted to busy his face in M's furry ass. And boy did he ever. M fell forward, and gave out a, "Woah!" And we all laughed. M wasnt laughing. He was moaning. Loudly. S was definitely turned on watching his brother getting his ass eaten, and took the opportunity to put more fingers in my hole. He was really getting them in deep. And was transfixed on his brother. He was fingering me in sync with M's moans. Now i have to admit, there are few things hotter than watching a straight guy moan while having an expert ass eater devour their ass. The moans were getting more and more animalistic. You could tell he was really enjoying the sensations of his hole being tongued and sucked on. His eyes were rolling in his head. When he opened his eyes they were slightly crossed. It was so fucking hot. And knowing his brother was watching and liking it too only made it that much hotter. I looked at S and he was sniling slightly. I asked him if he wanted to try it too. He gave me that same devilish smile from earlier. I moved over to S and pulled his pants down and pushed him over. I buried my face in his ass cheeks. I inhaled deeply and took in his amazing scent. His body was also fucking perfection. His ass wasnt as round as M's, but it was round and muscular too. I tongue fucked him as deep as my tongue could go. I have long tongue strokes, licking like an ice cream cone, then sucking on his hole. I wanted it puffy and swollen, to relax it. Ive never wanted to open an ass with my tongue so badly. S was moaning as loud as his brother. They were both bent over the kitchen counter, facing eachother having two gay dudes feasting on their pussies. It was one of the hottest sexial experiences i have ever taken part in. These straight brothers howling in pleasure while they submit to their forbidden desires. S was arching his back to present his hole to me. Giving me more access to him. Allowing me to get deeper inside him. The boyfriends switched places. M had a second tongue in his hole. Getting bitched out in his brother's kitchen. His head was spinning. His eyes were still crossed. Have you ever been so high on Molly that your eyes are vibrating. When you cant see straight? Thats how high i was. So i can only imagine how high M and S were. The boyfriend not feasting on M's ass moved behind me, while i was pushing my tongue inside S's pussy. He started to finger me, he got on his knees behind me and i fekt him line up his cock to my hole. And then i remembered that they had poppers. So i asked him to bring them. He did, i took a long hit in both nostrils, M watched me as i did. I gestured them to him. He asked what they do, i said you'll lovem them. So he took them from me, and did the same. His eyes went wide and all he could say was, "Wow...oh wow...oh my god...wow..." He started pushing his ass back into the guys face behind him. Rhythmically fucking his ass on the guys face... I felt the cock back on my ass. I took a deep breath and pushed my ass back on the cock. And buried my tongue as deep as i could into S's hole. There was so much moaning and howling. The cock in my ass felt amazing, but i wanted S's cock againg. I wanted to feel him in the depths of my pussy. I wanted him so bad. I turned S's around and took his cock in my mouth while i pushed my ass back on the cock in my ass. I squeezed my hole as tight as i could. I wanted the guy to cum, so i could turn around and fit S's cock back in my hole. I was moaning so loud and throwing my ass back hard. I started begging for this strangers load in my hole. He picked up the pace of his fuck. He was pounding away on my hole. I shoved my face down on S's cock to muffle my moans. I looked up at M, who now had the guy standing behind him. I couldnt tell what they were doing, but i thought the guy was fingering M, and trying to convince him to let him work his cock into M. The guy behind me started breathing and moaning loudly. I could feel his cock stiffening inside my hole. He was building up to unloading inside me. I kept begging. "Please cum inside me. Please fuck me harder." And he did. He fucked one final deep thrust and unloaded inside me. I could feel the pulsing of his cock in my pussy. He collapsed ontop of me. I laud my head against S's stomach and breathed heavily. I wore out the guy behind me, but i wanted more. My hole needed more.

Now, I know that this seems like some porn. Like something completely made up. But the only thing that Im making up is the names. And really im just using the first letters of their names. Some of thr details are hazy, because i had been drinking and doing Molly. But I'm relaying everything I can remember. And some of it, i dont think I'll ever be able forget. Two straight brothers and a gay couple we met at a bar all of us went back to party at one of the brother's house. From there, things escalated pretty quickly. One thing ked to another and Ive got one brother fingering some MDMA into my ass while the other brother has his crotch in my face. All while the couple is holding my ass open and jerking my cock as im bent over the couch. I was huffing and licking the pants covering my friends cock. I wanted it in my mouth so bad. I was willing to do anything to be filled full of cock. I was holding his ass and pressing him into my face. I started to fondly the zipper on his pants, and he stopped me. Then he crouched down in front of me so that his face was next to mine. He looked me in the eyes and said, not yet. I can't right now. I must've looked so sad, because he actually kissed me. And not a peck either. He opened his mouth and kissed me with tongue. Not for long, but long enough to really drive me fucking wild. Then he pulled back and smiled at me again. He whispered in my ear, "Fuck...thats a first." Then he stood up again. He vrabbed the back of my head and pressed my face back into his crotch. Then he laughed and said, "Hey M, lets do another shot...maybe another bump." I felt my hole go empty and M and S walked to the kitchen. I went to stand up so I could follow them, but i felt the couple hold me back down. Not rough, gently actually. But they weren't done with me. I felt the tongue back in my hole. Deeper this time. He was licking, tongue fucking and sucking my my hole. It felt so fucking good. His boyfriend looked at me and asked it if felt good. I let him know with a loud deep moan just how fucking pleasurable it was. I was in complete ecstacy. I looked at the boyfriend and said, fuck i wish i had some poppers. And the boyfriend laughed and pulled some out of his pocket. He passed them to me. And when he did, i asked him to stand in front of me. I wanted to huff poppers and suck his dick while his boyfriend ate my pussy. He lined up right in front if me. I took a long deep hit of poppers and then undid his pants. He wasnt wearing any underwear and his dick was only semi hard. Fucking MDMA makes that really tough. But it didnt stop me from trying. I sucked his entire length into my mouth. It was an average dick with an average girth. But it made it perfect to suck on whole my hole was being worked oved. I went to town on that cock. I was imagining S and M there watching me. I was hoping that they were. J wanted them to know just how good at sucking cock i was. I wantsd them to know whay I could do for them. I felt more fingers in my ass. Fingers, then tongue. Then sucking my hole. Then more fingers. I didnt know how many, but i could feel my hole being stretched and sucked and filled. It was incredible. I took another long deep hit of poppers. And continued trying to get his cock hard. It would start to, but then die down a bit. I asked him if he wanted to switch places with his boyfriend. And they did. I pulled the new dick out of his pants. His cock was very similar to his boyfriend's. Average thickness and girth. It tasted like it had been sitting in tight underwear all day. But that made me want it even more. I was in full piggy slut mode. I wanted dick so badly. I looked around for M and S. They were in the kitchen talking and laughing. I started to feel a little insecure, like I was doing something wrong. I wanted them to join us. I asked for the guys to stop for a sec so i could go hang out with the brothers. They did and we all went to the kitchen. We did another shot. And I asked why they left. He said that he couldn't get hard right now, and that he was still trying to wrap his head around everything. But that he was enjoying watching us go at it. I ask him if he really liked it or not, and he said yes. S actually asked if he could trying fingering me. So i said yes, and bent over the kitchen counter. They all continued to talk while S started to play with my hole. He started to slowly press his fingers inside me. He couldn't believe that I was able to take three fingers so easily. I was lightly moaning, letting S know how much I enjoyed it. Then I stood up and leaned back onto his chest while he still had his fingers in me. I whispered in his ear, quiet enough for only him to hear. "I want you to fuck me so bad." He looked around to make sure noone heard. They were still talking and laughing. He looked in my eyes, and i nodded. He smiled and gave me a nod in return. Then he whispered in my ear, "i cant get hard. And my brother is here." So i whispered back to follow me discreetly to the bathroom. I went there and waited for a while. Then after a few minutes, he walked into the bathroom too. I went right up to him and started kissing him. So deep. He had his arms around me and hands on my muscular ass. I reached down and put my hands in his pants and felt his cock. He kind of backed away for a second. Then he said, "Im sorry, ive never done anything like this." I assured him that I would be a good teacher and undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He turned and locked the bathroom door. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock into my mouth. It was semi hard, not fully hard. I slowly worked his cock in my mouth. I was precise and direct. I was putting pressure on it and i could feel it getting harder and harder in my mouth. I reached between his legs and with one hand i was playing with his balls ad the other hand i was gently pressing on his asshole. He spread his legs farther apart to give me more access to his hole he was moaning quietly, he didnt want his brother to discover us. I spat on my hand and started to jerk him off, while i sucked on my other fingers to wet them. Then i went back to sucking and started to slowly push my finger inside his hole. He started to relax and i could feel his hole open up for me. For someone who had never done anything like this, his hole eas opening up quite easily. I got my full middle finger inside him while sucking his now rock-hard cock. I stood up, very pleased with myself. I gave him a smile and kissed him deeply with tongue. He reciprocated and put his hands back on my ass. Spreading my cheeks apart. I could feel the cool air on my wet hole. His hard cock was around 8.5 inches, and pressing into my stomach while he pulled me close as he played with my ass cheecks. Then he span me around and pushed my forward by the back of my neck, getting me into position. Oh my god, I can't believe it was actually happening. I was actually going to feel this massive cock fucking my pussy. I wanted it for so long. I held my breath as he pushed inside me. He was big. He knew how to get it inside me. Slow and steady. Feeling my hole adjust to his girth and length. He was used to having to work that big cock into holes before, i could tell. He made it all the way to the base. He was very impressed. Letting me know with a long breathy, "Fuuuuuckkkk." I was proud of myself. I hadnt been fucked in a long time, and definitely not by a cocl as big as his. But i took it like a champ. He moved it slow and deliberately in and out of my hole. I could feel my hole stretching around his cock. No lube. Just spit and determination. All the way out and then all the way back in. I was in heaven. He sped up the pace. He was rocking my world. Fucking me. Like a pussy. He leaned forward and held me around my waist. Putting his chest against my back. He played with my chest like i had tits. He breathed heavily in my ear. It was sending me over the edge. I was about to have a full body anal orgasm. My skin was so sensative. I was outside of my body. It was fucking incredible. Then there was a knock at the door. "Hey guys just checking on you. You alright?" Fuck...i didnt want him to stop. But he did. He answered quickly. "Yeah, just talking." He was so cool with it. It didnt sound rushed or forced or anything. Just so chill. Hebleaned forward and kissed me, then pulled out and pulled his pants back up. I was still bottom naked and we opened the door. It was M, he gave us a look but didnt question anymore. We all went back to the kitchen to keep talking. I suggested that we do another line of Molly.

Once we got to S's place, he grabbed some glasses and poured more shots. M took out thr MDMA and started cutting up more lines for everyone. We all did a cheers and downed the shots. Then M rolled a bill and we each did a line of MDMA. S turned on some music, it was deep house music like what would be playing in an after hours club. It got my heart pumping and i started dancing in place. I couldnt stop my body from moving. Fuck, i was so high and feeling so good. S came up behind me and spanked me, then laughed loud again. I turned around and looked him in the eyes and told him that im really into getting spanked. "Really?" He said in an innocent boyish way. I told him i really loved to be spanked when im getting fucked from behind. And he kinda blushed, followed by that devilish look again. Then he spanked me again. Fuck...i really wanted him to fuvk me. I thought about how ibsaw his cock in the bathroom at the bar. Then I thought about how I also saw Ms fat cock. I closed my eyes and had a vision of the brothers spit roasting me. God damn. I wanted it so bad. I opened my eyes and looked around. I didnt see M, but i introduced myself to the two guys that came with us from the bar. I asked them how they knew S and they said that they just met at the bar. They did some blow with him in the bathroom and he invited them back to his place to keep partying. (i cant remember their names now.) I found out that they were gay and a couple. We talked a little bit more, and they asked if they could do another line of MDMA. I let them know that M had it, and I would go find it. So i went to S's bedroom to find M. I could hear the shower running, the bathroom door was open slightly so I knocked and pushed it open. M was in the shower. I spoke loud enough for him to hear me and asked if we could do another line. He said yes and got out of the shower. His wet naked body was fucking amazing. He was so fucking ripped, his body was perfection. Like an instagram model. I was kinda speechless for a second, and M noticed. He stood up and put his hands on his hips and smiled at me, his fat cock hanging between his legs. He said something like, "what are you looking at?" Or "Do you like what you see?" Or something equally as stupid. Then he grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled thr MDMA from the pocket and handed it to me. "Here you go. Go get some lines ready. I'll be right out." And i told him that I dont think I can do anymore because I dont think my nose can take it. He gave me a disappointed look and said that we're just getting started. Then i jokingly told him that before I never put it up my nose. And he laughed and ask if i only used to swallow it. I kind of jokingly told him that i love to swallow, but not MDMA. I usually put it up my ass. He looked very interested and laughed and said, "well...go put some lines out for them, then come back here and we'll put some up your ass." And continued to laugh. I wasnt sure if he was serious or not. But when I went out to the guys in the living room, i put two lines out for them, and they questioned why I only put put two, and I said that I was gonna have M put some in my ass. They gave eachother a look that said, "really?" But in an excited and curious way. I asked them if they wanna watch and they both nodded. I cut up their lines and one for S. They all tool turns doing theirs. And when we were sitting there, M came into the living room. One of the guys spoke up, "I thought you were gonna put a bump up his ass?" M laughed and said, "for sure!" He looked at me and said, "Pull down your pants." I let him know you cant just shove it in. I gotta get loosened up a bit first. And one of the guys said, "i can help you." And he stood up and walked over to me. My heart skipped a beat and I got very excited. I asked him how he wants to do that, he looked at his BF and then back at me. "I'll eat ur ass. Then M can finger it into you." Oh my god. I couldn't believe that was actually happening. I looked at M and he looked a little shocked, but he gave me a little head nod to let me know he was fine with it. So i gave him another nod back and i started to undo my belt, button and zipper and slowly pulled my pants down. I started to shake, i was so overcome with excitement. I folded my pants and put them on the back of the couch. I pulled at my dick to make it look normal. It was so shrunken from all thr MDMA that I had railed througout the night. I felt kinda embarrassed, but that feeling went away quickly. The guy reached out and took my hand. He guided me over to the couch where he and his boyfriend were sitting. I put my knees on the couch and bent over facing the kitchen with my head over the back of the couch. I took a deep breath in anticipation of the tongue on my hole. I looked at his boyfriend who was sitting next to me. And I ask him, "Are you sure you're good with this?" And he nodded at me. Just then his boyfriend burried his face in my hole. I dropped my head and let out a loud moan. When i lifted my head, S was standing right in front of me. He put his hand on my head and bent down and whispered in my ear, "You like that? Does it feel good?" I nodded and gave him an mmmhmmm. "Tell me what it feels like." He continued to whisper. I couldn't get words out. I just continued to moan as the tongue pushed its way into my hole, deeper and deeper. Then a long flat tongue licked away at my hole and it felt so fucking good. "Holy shit." I managed to say. "Fuck...you really do like it dont you." S kept whispering. It was driving me wild feeling the tongue in my pussy and S's moist hot breath in my ear. "Hahaha, damn." I heard M say from the other side of the room. I reached out and put my hand on the boyfriends shoulder sitting next to me. I looked over at him and he was smiling so big. "He's good isnt he?" He said to me. I just moaned again and nodded. The ass eater pulled his tongue out of my ass and replaced it with a finger...then two...as he was also jerking me off. It felt so fucking good. I hadnt done anything like this in so long. I had forgotten how fucking good it felt to be such a slut. The ass eater told M that my hole was prepped now and asked him to come over, which he did. He brought his finger to my mouth and stuck them in. I sucked them and made them wet. I heard him rustle in the bag of MDMA, then he asked if i was ready. "Fuck yeah I am!" "Ok cool," he said..."I cant believe Im doing this." And he laughed loudly again. "No one can ever know about this man." I just looked back at him over my shoulder and nodded. I was so rewdy to feel M push his fingers inside my hole. I wanted it so bad. I was already so fucking high and so fucking horny. I felt his finger press against my wet hole. More pressure on my pussy. i gasped. I could feel the grainy sensation of the MDMA on his finger. "Oh my fucking God." I said in an exhale. M started to massage his finger in and out, in and out of my hole. Then two fingers. Then three. He pushed all the way in. It stopped burning and stopped hurting. Now I just felt a warm whole feeling. It was intense and fucking hot. I grabbed S by the hips while his brother was fingering my hole. I pushed my face into his crotch. He smelled so fucking good. Musky and sweaty from him being at the bar and partying all night.i could feel the outline of his soft cock on my cheeck. It was starting to harden a bit. He put his hands on the back of my head. The boyfriend that was eatinf my ass now pulled my ass cheecks apart to give M more access, while his boyfriend next to me reached between my legs and jerked my cock. I still cant believe what happened there that night. My hole was being worked over by a long time friend while his brother my other long time friend was pushing his soft cock into my face. And two strsngers were helping to facilitate this whole scene...i wanted all their cocks so bad.

So it all started for me when I was 20 or 21. I met this daddy bear, I have a thing for a towering big masculine beary man (I’m 5’5) and when I bottom I prefer to be the smaller guy. I met him and on day one I was putty in his hands. He was attentive to my concerns about barebacking, yet persuasive. It was the same day we met he convinced me into taking his raw cock. For years he was my only raw partner. Always using protection with others. Fast forward a few years later we lost touch (unfortunately) then I met my second daddy bear type. A lot piggier. He convinced me into sucking his cock and swallowing his load many times. He kept working up my horniness by rubbing his raw cock on my hole, fingering me, talking me into letting him fuck me raw. To this day I can remember exactly the scene where I was on all fours this was our 10th hang out maybe and he was rubbing his cock head on my hole no lube just spit and I said just fuck me already! From that day forward never have a used a rubber again. He has turned me into the insatiable pig I am today, and I thank him often to this day I’m 40, we met when I was maybe 27, and he has been fucking me since. I feel honored that he dumps his balls in me still to this day.

Fuck… The way he seeded the first poison. 😈

Would hope to go more bare, and have less limits in the future, become a Total pig

Thank you for this post and the dick you give us ! Hopefully more and more straight and / or married men understand this and this and enjoy using us cocksuckers ! Don t hesitate and tell your friends about us. Thanx.

I'm one of the lucky ones, my wife encourages me to suck more cock. Married guy msg'd me yesterday on another site, he was heading to town to visit family without his wife. Asked if I could suck him off. He wanted me to bring a pair of my wife's panties for him to wear. I asked her to pick a pair she could sacrifice, she gave me a flesh colored lace bikini cut and said have fun. Arrived at his hotel, went up to his room, handed him the pair. He put them on in the bathroom while I stripped down. He laid on the bed, I played with his cock through the lace, when he got hard the panties were no match for his cock so pulled them aside and I went to work on his cock. Spent the next 10 minutes sucking his cock. He got close and asked where I wanted it, no answer I just put his head in my mouth and stroked his balls.... as his cock pulsed and fed me that delicious married seed. I got dressed, he handed me the panties, I said keep them in case you want me back. Hoping to get a repeat today.

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After I'd cum, I was overcome with shame and disgust at what I'd done, and quickly showered and left. Bill grinned at me from behind the desk and said "see you soon, you dirty fucker!" but I vowed never to retun. For the next couple of weeks I was anxious waiting for the flu to hit or for some other symptoms to show. But nothing happened and and eventually I went for a test which came back negative. My relief was also mixed with a sense of disappointment. I thought about this and realised that I was a whore after all, and becoming pregnant from some filthy old man was the ultimate turn-on. I tried to resist it, but the need was in me now, like I was possessed or something, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, I gave in and found myself back at the sauna, handing my money to Bill as he winked at me. "Knew you'd be back," He said. " Carrying someone's baby yet?" I shook my head and he raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you want?" I blushed and gave a brief nod and he slapped my shoulder. "Knew you were a dirty sod!" He said. "We've a few more in today - couple of guys I 'ain't seen for a while 'cos they've been sick. They don't take meds so their immune system is fucked." He watched as my eyes widened with shock which was what he intended. He held out a locker-key and said "So, do you still want it, mate?" I paused, aware of the blood pounding in my ears. This was it. Decision time. I breathed deeply and took the key, heading to the lockers with his laughter behind me. I undressed, showered and went upstairs. To my surprise, it was very dark and I had to feel ahead of myself to stop banging into a wall. I found out later this was Bill's idea - to turn off the lights so you couldn't see anyone, only feel anonymous naked bodies and stiff cocks with no idea what their owners looked like or how disgusting their bodies might be. I turned a corner and passed a cubicle based on the gap in the wall my hands encountered. As I started to pass it, someone touched me. I jumped and then stood still, allowing the hand to slide over my thigh and squeeze my stiffening cock. Another hand emerged from the darkness and began to probe my hole. "Nice!" The voice was a harsh, dry whisper and another voice gave a low chuckle of appreciation. I shivered with fear and lust, not knowing what to do. "Come inside!" Whispered the voice and strong, boney fingers grabbed my wrist and started to pull me into the black cubicle. I almost resisted, but something in me responded to their touch, and I allowed them to pull me inside. Instantly, a thin, boney body was pressed against me and lips crushed to mine. I moaned as the tongue entered my mouth and couldn't help putting my arms around him. His body was thin without an ounce of fat. Then someone else got behind me and I felt a surprisingly large and stiff cock pressed against my bottom. "Mmm, fresh meat!" Said the man behind me, and I realised this must be the couple who weren't on meds. I felt the hairs rise on my neck and the fear, but the lips stayed crushed to mine, the tongue slithering disgustingly in my mouth. Then the cubicle was filled with the smell of poppers and a bottle was pushed against my nose. "Breathe deep, darling." Said the man as he released my lips. I had no choice and took a deep lungful, feeling my body mellt and my head swim. A thick finger covered in lube ploughed up me from behind and I gasped with shock. He began to move it slowly in and out and I began to moan with pleasure. " That's it, open up for daddy" The voice behind me was croaky and I reached back to feel skinny legs and a bulging belly above his enormous cock. I groaned in surrender as the poppers were thrust at me again and suddenly a hand pushed my shoulders forward and down and the huge cock began to slide into me. I cried out with pain and pleasure as he slid it home until his paunch was pressed agianst my buttocks. "Shhh!" whispered the man in front of me "Let him in, there's a good boy" I could only sob with surrender as he began to fuck me, and gratefully took the other man's cock in my mouth and steadied myself on his thighs against the brutal thrusts. "That's it, matey. Let old Harold fuck your sweet arse! You're gonna get what you want, don't worry. Open your hole for him." I gasped, but reached back to pull my buttocks apart so the big cock could get in deep. Harold grunted with pleasure as his movements became more jerky in my hole. "Oh yeah, gonna give you a baby you little slut!" Then he gasped and grunted like a pig, forcing himself into me and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted. "Oh, you dirty bastard! It's in you now!" Said the man in front of me. "Don't fight it!" I groaned and crouched there, accepting the cock spurting toxic cum into me as the man stroked my head tenderly. At last, the enormous cock slid out and I felt the wetness around my anus. "Your turn, Peter." They turned me round and Peter slide his cock into me as Harold pushed my head down to clean his cock. Suddenly, I had a clear image of myself sandwiched between their diseased bodies and the tears splashed from my eyes at my depravity even as I pushed back and squeezed my hole around the thrusting cock, eager to milk more poz cum from him and get myself knocked up.

All similarity between characters and real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are fictional and at or above the age of consent for any/all sexual acts included here in. If you're not interested in bb sex, drug use or straight boys first time being creamed, then please tell me why you are here and not reading a biography of Susan B Anthony or learning underwater Basket weaving? Synopses: In part 1, Rhett recalls the first time he partied and had gay sex. From meeting an older man named Dave at a local park bathroom, to slowly coming around to the idea of partying, to letting a dealer named Aaron convince him to try it. Once he found how much he liked it, he tried staying away, but before long he was back at it and enjoying it more than ever. Teenage TempTaTion Part Two: Dealing in TempTaTion Jump forward a few years to present day, and you’d barely recognize me as the same guy. In the interim I graduated from school, took a few years of classes at the local community college, dropped out, went to work for the family business and rented a small house just outside of town. When I’m not working for my Dad’s handyman business, I am a part-time dealer of crystal to the college and high school kids, as well as an occasional fag from online. Since my job being Mr. fix-it requires me to drive around town at all hours in a white truck emblazoned with my company’s logo and contact info, I am practically invisible to the local PD. Never once have I been stopped, unless it involved some cop asking me how to caulk his bathtub or refinish a table or something. With my tall Midwestern good looks, big cut talented cock, and ability to supply all sorts of goods I enjoy a little fame with the young peeps in town. Being a stud dealer has made me tons of friends, both gay and straight. Since I only party once every blue moon, Aaron has entrusted me with finding new distributers, and testing them to be sure they won’t just smoke, snort or shoot all the stuff they’re supposed to sell. Testing requires getting the new people high, and going as far as they might be willing: fucking, licking, stroking, sucking, etc. Sometimes a guy or gal can handle a party like that, but pretty soon the tweekers and addicts will show their nature, texting or calling five or six times a day, begging to score and screw. If they don’t seem to crave the high, and still enjoy getting off without it, I’ll sign them as new talent. A few might slowly get hooked and Aaron cuts them loose, but so far most of the guys have worked out perfectly, providing new clients to us and running the cash and drugs on their bikes and parents’ minivans with “honor roll” bumper stickers. When the stars align, and some straight guy informs Aaron that he wants to start dealing, Aaron sets him up for a test session with the only female dealer on his payroll. Knowing hot some of the male dealers are, you’d think the girl would be just as gorgeous, but it’s just the opposite. Standing about 5’4, she weighs in around 200 lbs, with saggy tits, a flabby gut, an ass like two sacks of lumpy gravy and the loosest pussy I’ve ever fucked (yes, I’ve fucked her, I had to pass the test to start dealing too). Add all that to her mediocre face, stringy hair and questionable hygiene and you can understand why only the most dedicated straight guys even try to get a job from Aaron. Due to the highly addictive nature of the drug and the age and maturity level of the boys selling it, there is a lot of turn over. With each new guy, Aaron and the rest of the regular crew and I make bets whether the newbie will last til they get a real job and quit or get hooked on the product and forced out. Any guy forced out has usually done something retarded like getting collared or showing up with no drugs and no money for what they were supposed to sell. Usually the boy has some sob story about being robbed or ditching the drugs to avoid being arrested, and sometimes they get a second chance if they’re willing to let Aaron use them for the pleasure of his group of buddies. Occasionally he is even forgiving enough to overlook a small amount of missing green or dope a second time, but whoever is responsible is forever out of the dealing biz. As long as I’ve known him, I’ve only known a few guys to try to disappear with a large wad/stash, but it never succeeds. Aaron has eyes all over town, and once he finds them, they pay him back, with cash or pain. Fully aware of the odd of someone succeeding at dealing, I’m always surprised when one of my buyers shows an interest. I should know by now that it looks like easy money to kids who’ve never had a real job, or college goers with loans to pay, yet no matter what warning I give, I can’t convince them that its hard work. It’s a delusion they’ll cling to until they see for themselves. So when Eddy, a regular customer of mine, told me he had a buddy who wanted to deal, I shook my head and prepared myself to watch the attempt and failure of some kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Nothing could have prepared me to discover this “friend” was actually the son of one of the wealthier families in town, especially not a handsome, naïve, privileged high schooler like Mark Montague. His identity was revealed to me one weekend at Eddy’s parents’ lake house, where I was delivering a considerable amount of ghb, coke and tina in exchange for cash (and the chance to fuck some sexually-confused, drug-impaired jockboys). The cocky teen host was dating some bitch from his class, but he spilled about his friend after partaking in some coke and 69ing with me. That was right before he purchased and downed a dose of ghb, which got him high enough to let me breed him in the back of my truck. I’ll admit I was hoping to take another shot at Eddy’s ass so I was a little bit disappointed that the party was co-ed. Still, I was making a small fortune from these rich kids, so I did my job, pumped a beer from the keg, and asked Eddy to point out which of his buds wanted to sell. My jaw hit the floor when he nodded to the tall rosy cheeked teen in the corner. I instantly recognized Mark. Now maybe this was just Eddy pulling a fast one, because there was no way Mark Minkus would possibly deal drugs. Heck, even at the party, surrounded by a bunch of his drugged, drunk, wild peers, Mark stood up straight, nursing a beer I’d seen him fill when he arrived hours earlier. This fit with my image of the Montague family: Unsmiling stuffed-shirts married to well-bred wives, producing heirs to continue the cattle empire they’d run for generations. My dad was constantly sending me on calls to the Montague house, fulfilling the contract they’d had with us since my Grandfather began our business in the late 50’s. The gorgeous old mansion his family built in the 20’s sat on almost half the land in the richest part of the fanciest district in the most exclusive suburb of our dinky town. I pay almost no attention to high school news or clubs but even I had heard that Mark competed on two school sports teams and was rumored to have turned down a modeling offer received after he’d won some debate at the state competition last year. Looking at Eddy with a raised eyebrow, he assured me he was for real, and led me to Mark to make introductions. Watching the color drain from Mark’s face when Eddy introduced me as the “supplier” Mark wanted to meet, I knew this was the real deal. Oblivious and high as a kite, Eddy missed Mark’s worried look entirely before turning and walking back into the crowd, leaving Mark and I to discuss “business.” Eyes wide with fear, stammering and insisting he didn’t know what Eddy was talking about, it was tempting to let him think I was going to rat him out, but for once I fought the urge and chose to save the kid from having a heart attack. Assuring him I wasn’t going to tell, I reminded him that I had just as much to lose as he did if either one of us was found out, but he still looked terrified when I asked him why he wanted to sell. “Can we discuss this somewhere less… crowded?” His eyes darted around, checking for a place to hold our secret meeting. Unless Eddy had a secret basement speakeasy that I didn’t know about, the only place we thought might give us some privacy was the laundry room. It was located as far from the party as possible, nestled between the back stairs and the garage, which Eddy locked to keep his father’s boat and motorcycle safe. Sauntering across the party towards the back hall, Mark seemed acutely focused on acting like nothing was going on, which had the exact opposite effect. Luckily for both of us, everyone else was too busy snorting lines of C and T, downing capfuls of ghb, or stripping to go skinny dipping to give a damn. Inside the quiet, tidy, well-lit room, I got a good look at Mark and wondered why I’d never taken the time to check him out before. He wasn’t too tall, nor too muscular, but his chinos and polo fit nicely, hinting that his teen body had some definition, specifically around his awesome bubble butt. Wishing I could see it in more detail, I was struck with an epiphany. “Before we have a conversation that could be incriminating,” I said, emphasizing the seedy nature of our chat by locking the door and lowering my voice to a whisper. “I need to be sure you’re not wearing a wire. Strip.” Any defiance in his eyes was gone in a second once I straightened up and crossed my large, muscular arms across my wide. flat pecs. My corn-fed smile makes some people forget that I can be pretty intimidating when I stand up to my full 6’2 inches and puff out my chest to show off the mass I obtained tossing bales and carrying bags of cement up and down ladders. With a defeated nod of affirmation, he unbuttoned his polo and lifted it up over his head, allowing me an unimpaired view of his burgeoning abs, pecs and biceps. School athletics and good genetics were working together to make him into a real stud. He paused before undoing his pants, so I grunted in frustration and took the initiative, reaching out to pop open his top button and whisk the zipper down before he could step in. I smiled when I felt him give in and go slightly limp, and I decided to keep up the forward momentum by sliding my hands down the back of his pants, over his plump, fabric covered butt cheeks, before pulling his slacks down to his ankles. Maybe I should have worried that he’d notice my cock rapidly hardening under my bball shorts but Mark kept his eyes straight ahead, either to seem respectful or out of humiliation, or a little of both. Surely he’d stop me from removing his briefs, unless, of course, I could get them down before he noticed. ‘Aw fuck it,’ I said to myself as I gripped the elastic waist and tore his size medium hanes tighty-whiteys down his legs. Feeling the breeze seemed to re-activate his brain, eliciting a boyish squeak from his mouth while his hands shot to cover his sweet circumsized dick and almost hairless balls. Even concealed, I could still picture them as clear as day, making mental notes of the 3 to 3.5 inch shaft, pretty pink helmet, slight curve to his right, and the generous thickness. ‘Looks like a grower’ I thought before standing back and taking in the whole package. Clothed, Mark was an average, attractive teen boy, but now he could have been the muse of many great artists. Paintings, sculptures and poems could be inspired by his firm manly musculature softened by the last hints of boyish baby fat. His cheeks turned bright pink…both sets of cheeks J “H-How do I know you’re not wearing a wire too?” his voice whispered back to me, catching me off guard. Little shit had me there. Double checking the door to be sure it was locked, I returned the favor he’d done me by slipping off my wind breaker, tossing away my sleeveless tee and sliding my silky shorts to my knees. “Happy?” I asked the teen, who raised an eyebrow and looked down at my jock. Smirking, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and worked them lower and lower until my big hard cock slapped back against my cut abs. Watching Mark’s face was priceless when he caught sight of just how hung I am. Aghast, his mouth hanging open as wide as his eyes, he looked from my dick to my face and back to my dick before turning beet red and forcing himself to look away. “Yeah, fine, put it away.” I gave it another second before I pulled my dick away from my navel and slid it back inside my black jockstrap. As I slid up my shorts, Mark remembered his own nudity and turned around and bent over to get his undies back up. His cheeks spread for just a moment and I enjoyed catching a glimpse of his asshole, surrounded by some light, soft hairs. As he retrieved his pants, I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me, repeating my question about his desire to deal, getting close enough that our naked chests were almost in contact and speaking low enough that he had to stay there to hear me. “I dunno man, I wanna make some extra money I guess,” he softly answered, averting his eyes as he told me an obvious lie. “Bull shit,” I quietly shot back, making up for the lack of volume by sliding my hand around the back of his neck and squeezing as I continued. “I know you don’t need the dough and I doubt you plan on making a career out of it, so either cut the shit and tell me the real reason, or I’ll kick the shit outta you for wasting my time.” “Maybe this was a mistake-“ He tried to wriggle free but my grip was tight. “Too late for that dipshit,” I cut him off, lifting my free hand up to his neck and pushing him back till he hit the wall, pinning him against it with my forearm. “Truth time or you get to explain the bruises to your buddies.” “I… I can’t…” I pulled back my hand a made a fist, and his eyes closed as he spilled the beans. “I wanted to be cool, okay?!?!” “What?” I lessened the pressure on his neck but kept my fist raised. “I wanted to be cool…” he looked at me with tears in his eyes before dropping his gaze to my feet. “Guys like Eddy host these wild parties and provide the booze and drugs for everyone and end up fucking the hottest chicks at school and hanging with the coolest guys, and everyone sees me as the…you know…” “Square with the stick up his ass?” I helped him out while dropping both arms and stepping back enough to give him some air. “I was gonna say goodie two shoes, but yeah.” Mark corrected me. “Only the square with a stick up his ass says shit like ‘goodie two shoes’ marky boy,” I said, laughing quietly. “Okay so I’m a stick-assed square,” he admitted, relaxing a little and chuckling too. “I guess I figured I could get away with not getting wasted or stoned if I was the one providing the booze and drugs. Stupid huh?” “Nah man,” Stepping closer, I leaned against the wall next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “That’s kinda genius actually. How come you don’t host the party instead or pay for the drugs and liquor or anything?” “I tried that man,” Mark said, getting upset. “When I hosted, no one showed, and when I paid for the…you know, everyone was really cool until I heard someone say I had only done it so I they couldn’t send me home once the party got going. Everybody thinks I’m just another Montague stooge, buying friends and being the boy scout. So last week, when one of the hot younger maids got fired for screwing her boyfriend in my parent’s bed, I had an idea. I waited for my Dad to drop me at school the next day and told him I’d let Maria and her boyfriend in their room in exchange for a blow job from her, then I hopped out of the car and started across the lawn.” “Fuck, what’d he do?” My curiosity was too strong to wait for him to pause. “He did just what I hoped.” Mark came closer and dropped his voice a little lower. “He rolled down the window of his jag and yelled ‘You’d better keep your dick in your pants or next time it won’t just be Maria I kick out of the house!’ right in front of Eddy and his buds!” I busted up laughing and Mark joined in, until he remembered where we are and motioned for me to shut up. Stifling my laughter, I motioned for him to continue. “Not too surprisingly, Eddy came over and asked what that was all about,” Mark said, smiling wide. “I told him that my Dad caught me drinking his good scotch and fucking one of our maids in his bed and fired her. I even added that I was grounded and he wouldn’t give me any dough and I was desperate to make some cash. Somebody in the crowd told me I should start selling at parties and suddenly I heard myself agreeing and asking how I could start. I figured no one would follow up, but a few nights ago Eddy stopped me on my way home from practice and told me to come tonight and he’d introduce me to a dude who could get me into dealing.” “I bet you didn’t think it would be me,” I said, pushing off the wall and scooping my shirt off the top of the dryer. “No way dude,” Mark volunteered while redressing himself. “I almost shit my pants when I saw you walking over!” “I was pretty fucking freaked myself man,” I added, putting him at ease. “I figured it was a fucking joke or worse: a sting.” “Damn dude, no wonder you wanted to check for bugs.” Good, he was buying it. “So now do you believe me? Can I come to work for you and start dealing?” “It’s not that easy Marky,” I stopped him and explained that I was only a middle man, and my boss would have to meet him, approve him and initiate him before we could even think about him working for me. Lastly I told him Aaron’s rule requiring each new guy to party and get wild with someone to make sure the guy could handle it. “So that means you’ll have to smoke or snort some tina, and fuck somebody with one of his crew there to witness it.” “Damn man,” Mark looked freaked again. “I can’t do drugs dude. My folks would kill me, maybe even disown me! They are extremely strict about that stuff. They’ve even drug tested me a few times, since we heard my cousin had dropped out of school after getting hooked on something last year.” Mark’s cousin had been a wrestler and got a scholarship to the university in town, where his parents figured he would do well since his Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived only minutes away. I first met him when he was strapped in a sling in Aaron’s garage, trading his ass for some tina when some girl he’d been seeing got him hooked on it. Within two months he’d become a total addict and his girlfriend’s dealer agreed to give him a big sack in exchange for letting him and a buddy or two play with his dick. 24 hours later they had him high on ghb and tina, taking loads in the sling from Aaron, his crew and anyone who would pay $50 to Aaron. He failed a drug test a few weeks after that, lost his scholarship and rather than telling his folks, he moved in to a house with his girl and three or four other druggies and started selling his ass, mouth and cock for tina. Last I heard, he got arrested in the back alley behind the town’s only gay club, and his uncle shipped him off to rehab and paid a ton of money to make the papers call it ‘exhaustion.’ “Shit man, guess I can’t help you then,” I shrugged and handed him the beer he’d been drinking (now featuring a tiny dose of ghb). “But good luck working that shit out man.” I held my cup out and clinked with his bottle, both of us downing a gulp from our cups before he began trying to come up with ways he could get around the rules. Somehow it never occurred to him to offer to buy the stuff directly from me at full price and sell it to his friends for full price, making it look like he was dealing while keeping his nose clean. Since he never asked, I never offered it as an option. Each time I shot him down, I somehow worked in a subtle direction for him to drink more. Before long, his bottle was empty and I could see the g taking effect. Suddenly, his walls were lowered enough to allow him to consider my original offer. “When you say I’d have to screw someone,” He slurred slightly, and hopped awkwardly up onto the dryer next to me. “who would I have to screw.” “First I said you’d have to fuck someone,” I corrected him, emphasizing the curse word since he seemed shy about saying it, let alone doing it. “and it would be someone from A’s crew, one of the folks working for him.” “So some girl who deals too?” Mark asked, his eyebrow lifting in wonder. “Yeah some girl or some guy,” I tossed in like it was nothing. “Which ever you prefer.” “Gross man,” the young, slightly wasted guy by my side made a face at the thought of a man. “I’m not into guys, I’m into girls man.” “Whatever,” me thinks the teen doth protest too much. “Don’t make a lick o’ difference if you’re a fag bro.” “I’m not!” Mark insisted. “and you shouldn’t say fag man. My cousin, the one who got in trouble, was found behind the Ranchhand bar, the one where the gay guys hang out and I heard my mom say she thinks he is in the closet and he might have been there to have sex.” “Just cause you screw around with a guy,” lowering my voice so Mark would lean in again, I acted like I was about to pass on some magical secret. “doesn’t make you gay Marky boy. I know plenty of dudes that trade hand jobs for drugs or let gay guys suck or jerk them off for a buck. Hell, I even jerked with some buddies back in school when I needed to get off.” “You did?” He said, a little too loudly, then repeated himself in a whisper. “You did? Didn’t you worry that someone would tell? Or you might get caught?” “Nah man,” I made a sound like he was nuts. “none of the guys would tell cause they’d be telling that they did it too. Plus we didn’t worry about getting caught cause we’d sneak down to the old bathroom in the park and do it.” “That place where the guys say you can get head or jerked off or whatever?” Mark leaned in, his voice still soft but filled with excitement. “Yeah, saw some of that going on,” I admitted, but stopped before giving him the whole story. “But me and my buds would just jerk and look at porn on our phones.” “Wow,” Mark fell silent, lost in thought. Moments later, he leaned back against the cabinet over the dryer and spoke again. “So if I agreed to party and scr- fuck some bitch, who would witness for your boss?” “Either him or me, I guess,” my eyes turned to the front to avoid letting him see the excitement in my eyes at the idea of getting to see him fucking some girl, or better yet, letting me suck his cock. “He won’t let you meet anyone else till you’re on the payroll in case you decided to rat him out.” “I guess that’d be okay,” He said, shrugging again. “But it’s a moot point anyway bro, cause I’d never be able to do it and be sure my folks wouldn’t test me and find out.” “That sucks man,” My mind whirred and buzzed as the gears spun in search of a way around his folks. “So there’s no way they’d leave you alone for a week when they were traveling or let you go on a trip somewhere for a few days or anything.” “Even if they did go on a trip,” he pouted as he explained. “They’d leave my dad’s driver-butler-assistant guy around to stop in and check up on me and my brother all the time, and they’d be sure to test me after they got back. Last year they went on a cruise for two weeks and made him stay in the pool house and spend the days with us every single day. This summer they went to visit my grandma in Europe for a few days when he couldn’t be there, so they had me spend the weekend at the home of one of my Dad’s business partners and I had to share my room with his 10-year-old son. My brother got to stay at a friend’s house and I was forced to sleep on a bunk bed with some twerp I’d never met before.” “Why did they pick that guy?” I inquired, formulating a plan. “He was the coach of my former little league team,” Mark responded angrily. “They figured he’d keep me in line just like when I was on the team. I tried to find a friend I could stay with, but none of the guys I know were exactly stoked to volunteer to babysit my ass. Now my Dad is getting on me about making friends, and it’s like ‘how am I supposed to make friends, DAD, when you won’t let me do anything ever?!?!?!’” “What if you found a friend to invite you over?” I postulated, ready to make a move. “What if the next trip your folks go on, you get an offer to spend a few nights or a week or whatever with one of your new best guy friends? Someone from school who is respectable and rich enough for your dad to know the family, but not familiar enough for him to know the kid’s parents?” “That would be cool,” Mark’s voice showed no sign of recognizing what I was suggesting. “but even if I had a friend like that, which I don’t, how would that help? I’d still be stuck at some dude’s house.” “Not if your friend was doing you a favor,” I hopped down from the dryer and turned to face Mark, who slowly pulled himself upright so we were face to face. “What if you tell one of the guys from school, like Eddy or someone who heard about your fake session with Maria, what if you tell that guy that you need to make a run down to the city to pick up some party goods from a dealer and meet up with Maria for a few nights of hardcore partying and pounding her pussy, and you need him to tell your dad that you’re staying with him so you can do it without your parents finding out?” “That’s fucking genius!” Mark jumped to his feet, but almost fell over, unaware that he’d not only gulped down a full beer but also a dose of ghb that was making him woozy and willing. “Who should I ask?” We brainstormed and ended up vetoing most of the guys who worked for Mark’s family as well as a few they knew from the club and social groups. Finally we had it down to two guys: Daniel, a recent transfer to the school and the son of a wealthy German man who moved to town with his 22 year old bride after selling his design firm for a cool billion dollars, and Eddy, who belonged to a family whose status had risen drastically when they purchased a slew of failing farms in the area, began fracking for natural gas, discovered a huge supply and sold the drilling rights to some oil and gas companies for nearly $100 million. “I should probably ask Eddy first,” Mark said, reading my mind. I doubted he had the same reasoning, since mine revolved around promising Eddy no one would find out he’d taken my dick up my ass if he figured out a way to do it, so I waited for him to explain. “His folks travel all the time, and let him do whatever he wants, but they hired a housekeeper to keep him in line when they’re gone.” “Parties like this are ‘keeping him in line?’” Guffawing, I figured Mark’s buzz had him confused, but he continued. “Eddy said the woman is willing to forget anything for a little moola,” Mark chuckled at the word moola, but recovered and kept on. “He can get probably get her to speak to my Dad if I promise him some of the drugs or I ‘find’ some cash that my dad doesn’t know I have and pay her myself. Also, my dad hates Daniel’s dad. He’s always calling him Euro-trash and new money and all that shit.” “Eddy it is then.” I slapped Mark on the back and we returned to the crowd in search of the host. Eddy was balls deep in his girlfriend but he paused and left her naked bent over the side of the hot tub when I motioned for him to join us. Without any indication that it was okay, I led Mark and Eddy upstairs to the small bedroom that probably belonged to Eddy when his folks were there, but sat empty on nights like this where he’d retire to the master suite with either his girlfriend or some other wasted young bitch. As Mark explained the plan, he kept getting distracted by Eddy’s hard dick hanging over the top of his regulation speedos from the swim team. It didn’t help that Eddy was absent mindedly stroking himself with one hand, using the other to tweak his nipple. Sensing a need to refocus both boys, I pulled out a small bag of tina and loaded my bowl, letting Eddy take hit after hit until his dick went soft and his pupils were huge. “Plan sounds perfect Montague,” Eddy said on an exhale of smoke from the bubble pipe. “Just tell me when Rhett needs you to go get that shit and I’ll have Frau Cuntpunter call your dad to verify that you’re staying with me.” We all laughed at Eddy’s nickname, Cuntpunter, for his housekeeper, a Swedish woman named Olghe Keunbinter (pronounced Eul-guh Kee-oon-bin-ter), and Mark thanked me, telling us he’d better get home before his dad discovered he snuck out (really he got permission to go to a party with some of the guys on his baseball team as long as he was home by 12). I grabbed his arm, thrusting my hand into his pocket and rooted around, making sure to squeeze his cock a little before finding his phone and pulling it out. Dialing my number into it, I pressed send and saved his phone number with a quick photo I took right then and there. “My number is saved in your phone under ‘Maintainance,’ okay?” I handed it back to him and he nodded. “Tomorrow once you find out when your parent’s next trip is, text me and Eddy so we can figure out how soon you can do what I need.” Pulling him into a hug, I was happy to feel his hard on press into my thigh, having responded involuntarily to my groping moments earlier. It was supposed to last just a second but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer, whispering ‘thanks Rhett’ before pulling back and stumbling slightly on his way to the door. Once I was able to see him drive away and knew he wasn’t too fucked up to drive, I turned back to Eddy, who was taking another hit from the pipe. “How about stripping off those speedos and letting me suck your cock now?” I suggested as I sank to Eddy’s side and took the pipe and made the decision to go ahead and get high. “Sorry bro, my girl is waiting.” Eddy said, although he stripped off his speedos and started stroking again while we smoked. “Your girl is getting fucked by Daniel right outside the window,” I revealed, getting Eddy to cross to the window and peer down where his girlfriend was taking the German boy’s small uncut cock up her ass. “Fuck, bitch never lets me put it in her ass!” He complained, sitting on the bed, where I joined him, handing him the pipe and stroking his exposed cock and chest while he took another big hit. “That’s cause you’re so big bro,” I complimented his average size cock, making his ego swell as well as his cock head. “Forget her skanky ass and we’ll find some other pussy to tag team.” “Fuck yeah man,” Eddy agreed, shotgunning a hit with me. “First lets do a little g, okay?” I produced a bottle from my pocket and grabbed my empty beer cup from the night stand. I poured some in the cap from the ghb bottle and about double that into the empty red solo cup while Eddy made excuses about not wanting to. It did him no good when I handed him the cup and clinked with the cap, since habit caused him to down the dose. He made a face and gagged a little at the awful taste and we continued to pass the pipe while I talked about the hot bitch we’d be fucking any second. His legs were over my shoulders as soon as I latched the door and made sure the lock was secure. Only semi aware of what was happening, Eddy grimaced as I forced my finger up his ass covered in lotion from the nightstand and a crystal of tina from my stash. When his face relaxed into a smile, I took it to mean yes, and withdrew my finger until just the end of it was pressed into his tight sphincter. As I expected his butt was clean from smoking t and showering before the party, so I didn’t hesitate to replace my fingertip with my dick head and press forward. “Wait. Stop.” Were probably what he was trying to say, but it came out more like “wayyy, saaap.” Pulling my phone from my discarded pants pocket on the pillow by his head, I opened the file I sent myself from Mark’s phone, containing all the photos he had on there. Just like any red blooded American boy, after some lame shots of his dog, a slide show from his last trip abroad, and some stealthy pics of some girls in his class, he had some selfies in various states of undress. I began thrusting into Eddy’s tight ass hard, as I scrolled through photo after photo of Mark as he went from clothed, to shirtless, to various pairs of briefs and even a thong type pair that were big enough that I figured he’d borrowed them from his father’s collection. Finally I hit the jackpot and found three shots with no face. One of his chest and just the top of his balls and shaft, one of his nude back and perfect ass, and one from his nipples to his knees, with his big, cut pink dick front and center. My nut grew closer as I zoomed in on the hefty hard on that belonged to the boy I planned to corrupt in the coming weeks, until I could tell I was mere minutes away. Switching to my video app, I set the phone on the side table against the lamp and made sure it was catching Eddy’s face, chest and cock, not to mention his legs spread to accept my bare monster dick. Working faster and faster, I heard my bitch’s complaints were silenced, with only a rare ‘yeah’ or ‘mmmfuck’ in their place. Asking him if he wanted my seed up his ass, I slowed down, causing him to whimper and nod yes. “Say it.” I ordered, keeping my head out of the video. “I wan yo seed up my azzz,” he slurred. Satisfied that the camera had picked it up, I returned to full speed and within seconds I found my load shooting full strength inside him. As the last drop spewed forth, I reached over and stopped the recording, before falling on top of the tender teen and feeling him whimper as I waited for a second wind so I could get a video fucking him doggy style.