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Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan. J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos? E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves. J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out. Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan. J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna. Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending. J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty. Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished. J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones? E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots. Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan. J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera. Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought. J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later. Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out. Chapter 2 – Passed out prize Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers. A: Should I do the honors? J: Oh no, I got this. Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T. J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room. The boy is mine. Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick. He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light. Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out. The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek. Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now. Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you. Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out. Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest? Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth. J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night. Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus. E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here. J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B. Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus. E: What the fuck is going on here? Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling. J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B. Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail. E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay! J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too. Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good. It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now. E: What…? Who …? That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts. J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy. Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy. J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch. He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”. Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out. J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay? Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth. J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag! The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick. J: Again! The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face. J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass. Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass. E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big! J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work. E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum… J: That’s all I needed to hear. Chapter 4 – A Better Idea The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls. J: See, that feels better now, right? E: Yeah, not that bad. The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning. Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly. J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby. Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger. J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this. He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft. J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes. The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike. The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth. J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy? Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head. J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick. Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time. In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed. The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand. This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass. The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did. J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy. Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.

This is my first time writing a story like this. Please let me know if you like it.

Doc Murphy’s Therapy “Fuck... here we go,” I sighed, grabbing the door handle and walking into the reception area. Looking around ... it was a basic waiting room, and I could tell this was not going to be good. I turned around to leave until I heard a voice. “Can I help you?” I turned around and saw the man who had interrupted my escape now standing behind the counter. I took a sharp breath... “Uh...” I hesitated. “I have an appointment today. I’m not sure with whom. My dad made it for me.” I tried to keep cool, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him... His slightly tight white dress shirt and khakis did little to hide his muscular body. He stood still for a minute... his green eyes staring at me for a quick second before handing me a clipboard and sitting down. “You must be Sam” he said, looking at the computer screen. “I’m Mike, Doc Murphy’s assistant. You’ll need to fill out these out.” he said, placing the paperwork on the counter and looking at the computer monitor again with focused attention. Walking up to the counter, I quickly grabbed the clipboard and sat down trying to not be so obvious, but I couldn’t help staring. All I could think was this guy looked just like Bry, my best friend from high school, or at least what he would look like in ten years. Mike looked to be about 30.... All I could do was tell myself... “Bry’s gone... he’s on the other side of the country now. Get the fuck over it.” I finished the paperwork, filling out the basics... name, address, date of birth, insurance, etc. and walked it up to Mike. Paying me no attention, he took it and quickly dismissed me... “Have a seat. Doc will be with you soon,” Mike mumbled, still concentrating on the monitor. I sat there nervously, until he looked up and abruptly told me to go right in before fixating on the monitor again. Walking into the next room I didn’t see anyone, so I sat on the sofa and grabbed a pillow and held it tightly on my lap. I heard the door finally open... I turned and my eyes widened in surprise. In walked a man in his early 40’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. Seeing me, he smiled, flashing his white teeth before walking to me and firmly shaking my hand. “You must be Sam, I’m Dr. Murphy, but you can just call me Doc.” he said, turning down the lights. “This should help you relax a bit so we can talk.” Speechless, I just sat there as he sat down across from me and began looking over my paperwork. At this point I was glad I had the pillow on my lap as I felt my cock begin to stiffen. “Give me a second, ok?” he said, still looking over my paperwork. “My previous patient took a little longer than expected.” Even though he wasn’t looking, I nodded and tried to not to be obvious. I began to examine him with my eyes. Doc was about 45 with a muscular build and piercing black eyes. He was wearing black rimmed glasses with square lenses. Moving to the next page, he flipped the page and ran his hand over his short gray speckled hair. With him still reading, I cautiously moved my eyes down seeing how the tight black material of his t-shirt fit hugged his firm pecs. That’s when I noticed the prominent peaks where his nipples would be... they were pierced. Holding the pillow tighter, my eyes wandered down to his muscular legs encased in the dark denim fabric and noticed he was wearing a pair of black boots which surprised me. “10-hole Rangers,” he said, putting down the paperwork and grabbing his notebook.” Nervously, I looked up and struggled to speak, “What...?” “My boots... 10-hole Rangers.” he smiled. “Like I said, I’m running late and didn’t have a chance to change. I know you must be nervous. Go ahead and sit back... close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.” “Uh... sure,” I stammered, still gripping the pillow tight in my lap. “I’ve looked over your chart and some notes from your dad, but I’d prefer to hear it from you.” he told me as I began my story... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was the night before my best friend, Bry... uh Bryan, was moving back east to go to college while I was heading here to the west coast. That summer, we spent as much time as we could just hanging out as we tried to ignore that we were going to be on different sides of the country. His family planned a big celebration and me being his best friend, I was invited over for dinner. It was a great time. Later that night, we laughed as he walked me back home, talking about all the good times we’d had. Reaching my house, I knew I didn’t want it to end but didn’t know how to tell him. I remembered the bottle of booze my dad kept in the garden shed and I suggested we have some shots to celebrate. “Let’s do it bro!” he smiled, grabbing me by the hand. “Come on.” I still remember how it felt when he took my hand... it was like we were connected in a new way. We slipped into the back yard and headed into the shed. Turning on the light, I grabbed the bottle of rum my dad hid behind a stack of bricks and took a shot. Handing it to him, I sat down and motioned him to sit next to me and we continued recalling good times. With every shot, we bumped into each other’s shoulder to urge the other on. Then suddenly, the realization that he was leaving hit me and at that moment, I couldn’t bear it. “Bro, you ok?” he asked, thinking I was probably wasted by now. “Yeh, man...” I told him, gathering up the courage to tell him how I felt. “It’s just... I’m gonna...” “Yeah, me too bro.” he sighed, leaning into my shoulder but kept his gaze forward. I knew it was now or never... he was leaving in a matter of hours. “Bry... look at me.” Continuing to look forward, he remained silent. “We’ve been best friends since sixth grade when you moved to town, right?” Nodding, he turned to face me, and our eyes connected. I started looking at that familiar face... those sparkling green eyes... those lips that begged to be kissed. All I could think of was wanting to lean in and kiss him. But even now, I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk losing him. Deciding to hold back the major part of my secret, I took another shot and blurted out my half-truth. “Fuck bro, I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” Still looking at me with no reaction, he took the bottle out of my hand and took a large gulp. Putting the bottle down, he turned back to me and raised his hand to my shoulder. “Me too...” he sighed, pulling me into his arms in a tight grip. I remained still as his strong arm held me tight. I didn’t want this to end but the class clown came out. “Fuck, Bry... I can’t breathe.” “Fucker...” he laughed, moving his hand to my neck and holding it tight. I could feel him pulling my face to his and our lips tentatively met for the first time. Gripping my neck with more force, he drew me even closer, and I moaned... his breath filling my mouth. Sensing my desire, his tongue quickly invaded my mouth, and we began to devour each other. Taking charge, he pushed me back onto the dirty floor and pressed his stronger body on top of me. We continued on, exploring each other’s clothed bodies for the first time as if we had never seen each other naked in the gym showers. When our lips finally parted, I looked up into his eyes and saw an intense and unfamiliar look on that handsome face. Before I could say a word, he spoke... Pushing his crotch into mine, he began, “I’ve never done this bro, but over the last few years that we’ve been friends, I’ve realized how much I’ve wanted to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to hide my hard-on because I wasn’t sure if you were...” “Yeh...I like cock.” I said with a laugh and interrupting him with a kiss as our hard cocks struggled for release. “Yeah?” he chuckled, lifting himself off me. He stood there... a wet spot on the bulge of his crotch now growing. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I got to my knees as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them, releasing his thickening cock. “Commando...” I smiled, remembering how we had decided on the first day of high school that we’d never wear underwear again... the only thing that would hold our junk would be jockstraps in gym... otherwise, we’d be freeballing. “Show me, Sam. Show me... how much you like cock.” he insisted, holding his shaft firmly in his hand. I remained on my knees, seeing his thick throbbing uncut cock teasing me. Looking up at him, I nodded. Without a thought, I moved on my knees towards the object of my desire. Reaching it, I stared at it... wanting to memorize every veined inch of his cock. “Fuck bro... do it!” he hissed, swinging it... teasing me. With Bry’s insistence, I kissed the tip and opened up to take my best friend’s cock for the first time. “Aw fuck!” he moaned, feeling my lips slide push back the foreskin and slide over the ridge of his swollen cock head. I began to suck on it and lick the underside with my tongue. His cock began to release a torrent of precum. Continuing my work, I forced my mouth down and began flicking the underside of the shaft until my nose was buried in the ginger tuft of pubes around the base. His musky scent filled my nostrils as I held the shaft with my lips and instinctively worked my throat muscles. “Fuck yeah! Goddamn cocksucker!” he growled, taking control and showing me who was in charge. Encouraged, I began bobbing on his sexy cock... pulling back until just the helmet of his shaft remained in my mouth... sucking and flicking it with my tongue, tasting the pre-cum still flowing from his piss slit. With his hands now holding my head firmly, he began forcing my mouth back down onto his cock and began to give me my first face fuck. My lips slid over the shaft... my tongue worked the underside as the face fucking continued. Staring up into his now intense eyes, I couldn't believe I had fantasized about doing this and was now here sucking on Bry’s cock. It felt so good inside my mouth! He lasted about another five minutes before his breathing began shortening. I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, and I started increasing my sucking while stimulating his shaft with my tongue. I felt his body tense up as his cock swelled even thicker. Groaning, he began pumping jet after jet of hot thick cum into my mouth from his first blowjob. When his cock released last drops, I pulled off his cock and swished his delicious cum around my mouth before swallowing as I saw the look of sweaty sexual pleasure on his face. “How was it?” I hesitantly asked, still on my knees hoping things wouldn’t get weird. “Fuck Sam, you’re one fucking good cocksucker!” he smiled, wiping the sweat from his face before his face went slack and his eyes widened in surprise... Turning, I saw my dad at the door. He just stood there looking down at me in disgust. “Bryan, go home... Your dad just called wondering where you were. You’ll be leaving for the airport in a few hours, and you’ll need some sleep.” was all he said in a quiet angry tone, never taking his eyes off me. “Yes, Sir...” Bry answered, buckling up... Heading to the door, he hesitated... “Sam...” All I wanted to do was run to him... to escape, but my now dad stood between us. “Bryan...” my dad grunted pulling me to my feet and staring directly at me. “You’ve got a great future ahead of you. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Looking over my dad’s shoulder, I saw the look on Bry’s face as he gave me one last glance and walked out the door. “Clean yourself up, son.” dad said, finally stepping aside and picking up the bottle of rum and drinking the remains. The next week was hell. My parents seemed to avoid the subject, but I somehow knew I hadn’t heard the end of it. To top it off, I hadn’t heard from Bry either. I had tried texting him and even calling him, but he never responded. Then one night, my dad called me down to the den. It was shortly before my parents took me to campus. “Listen, boy,” my dad started. “This behavior has got to stop. I’ve done some research and have set you up for therapy while you’re at school. Your mom and I love you, son, but we can’t have our only son be a faggot.” “Dad...” I started but was quickly interrupted. “If you want us to pay for your school, you will show up for that appointment next week. Understood?” he said, standing up and leaving me alone in the room before I had a chance to respond. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So here I am...” I mumbled before opening my eyes and seeing him sitting there intently, listening to every word. I had to admit it was easier than I thought telling him. “Well Sam, our time is up for today...” he said, placing his notes to the side, spreading his legs apart even wider and leaning in. I felt relaxed... but how could my story have lasted that long? I must have looked confused because he looked at his watch and chuckled. “Well, it’s been fifty minutes... That’s standard.” he told me, looking directly into my eyes. “You’re not the first one to sit in that chair and lose track of time. I’m not sure how much you’ve been told, but my therapy involves meditation. I’ve had great success bringing out what young men were born to be... I suppose that’s what drew your dad to my practice. I’ve had great success with my methods. We’ll work together to get you to your ideal state. What do you think? Shall we move forward?” I sat back and sighed, the pillow now on the floor. What choice did I have? My parents would cut me off and, most likely, I’d be out on the street. I took a deep breath and gave in. “Yeh...” I nodded feeling defeated and grabbing the glass of water now next to me on the side table and taking a drink. “Good... I think we should have no problem bringing out your true self," he smiled, grabbing a business card. Slowly, he stood and walked towards me and stood in front of me handing me his card. Taking the card, I swear I could see his bulge growing but I tried to keep eye contact with him. “Here’s my card. I’ve got an office at home and think we could make better progress there. On your way out, have Mike set up the appointment for next week.” Taking the card, I nodded and slipped it into my back pocket. When I closed the door to his office, I saw Mike still staring intensely at the computer monitor. “UH... Doc said to make an appointment for next week,” I told him, trying to get his attention. “Doc’s calendar is filled next week, but he sometimes does late appointments. He’s noted in your records that he can fit you in at 7pm next Friday at his place.” he said, barely paying me any attention. “Uh.... yeah ok.” I said, knowing my dad would be checking up on me. “Alright, Sam... be there on time and make sure you wear comfortable clothes since Doc’ll be starting on the meditation therapy then.” Getting into my car, it hit me that Mike had never given me Doc’s address. No matter... I thought, patting my back pocket, I had it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday came and all I could think about was how I was dreading the upcoming therapy but, in a way, didn’t mind seeing Doc Murphy again. After class, I had the urge to hit the gym to get my mind off things. It was definitely the most intense workout I’d ever had... I tried to forget about the upcoming session, but I couldn’t get the fact that there was something about Doc out of my head. He wasn’t what I expected... his demeanor... his look, but especially his boots. Afterwards, I decided to head home and skip showering at the gym. On my way home, I stopped at the closest pharmacy... I don’t know why, but I felt that I needed to be completely clean for my appointment. I wandered the aisles and found what I was looking for... an enema kit. I quickly grabbed it and walked up to the older man at the cash register. Looking me over, he grunted and gave me a look of disgust just like my dad had given me that night. For some reason, I didn’t care what he thought, and I walked off without my change. Finally home, I hesitated for a minute before remembering my roommate Kirk had gone for the weekend... the coast was clear, so I started pulling off my shirt and left a trail of sweaty clothes on the way to the bathroom. Standing at the mirror, I took a good look at myself. “Not bad... though you could definitely bulk up and have more definition,” I told myself, running my hands over my pumped-up pecs before moving down my abs and grabbing hold of my cock and balls. Holding my junk in my hand, I could feel my pubes suddenly scratching my palms and an idea popped into my head. I went for the pair of clippers in the drawer. I saw it still had the guard Kirk used to buzz his head, so I turned it on and felt the buzzing in my hand as I spread my legs and moved the clippers through my pubes, trimming them down to a more manageable length. I tried to concentrate but the vibrations were making me hard. I hesitated for a minute but realized that it was making it easier to get the hair around my cock, so I continued until I was completely trimmed. That's when I looked in the mirror and realized it looked strange cause the hair on the rest of me was longer... it didn’t feel right, so I began trimming my body. Taking my time, I moved the clippers over my body while feeling the vibrations. Fuck, it felt good... I stood there looking at myself now trimmed... my cock did seem bigger. That’s when I knew what I had to do... I put the clippers to my head. The hair began to fall to the floor and mix with my body hair and I felt a wave of relief come over me... I was now even harder, but I knew I had to continue and turned on the shower. Stepping in, I began lathering my body from the neck down until I got to my cock and started stroking, getting it even harder. “Fuck yes,” I groaned, going back to the night I knelt at Bryan’s feet and sucked him off, before remembering that I didn’t have much time and Doc was waiting for me... I didn’t want to disappoint him. I grabbed the razor and proceeded to slide it along the skin of my crotch. Slowly and methodically, I continued, leaving my skin bare... it was almost as if I had been doing this forever. Finally, I rinsed off, watching as the final remnants of the hair flowed down the drain. Next, I grabbed the enema and inserted the nozzle into my hole and pushed the liquid up into me. Holding it in, I began showering to remove the final residue of lather and hair... all the while checking my skin to make sure I didn’t miss a spot. Satisfied I was now completely hairless, I moved to empty out. Fuck the feeling was intense... I rinsed out to make sure I was completely clean inside and out and began running my fingertips across my completely smooth body before drying off. Standing at the mirror again, I saw myself fully exposed. I smiled seeing the black stubble of my buzz cut bring out the blue of my eyes before moving down my pecs, past my abs to my crotch. Grabbing my junk, I felt the smooth skin of my sac gliding over my palms. “Yeh... perfect.” I grinned before running into my bedroom to grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt off the floor, slipping my bare feet into my sneakers and heading over to Doc’s. All I could think about how good my skin felt against my clothes as I made my way to Doc’s. Arriving at my destination, I turned into the long driveway... I knew his house was in one of the best areas of the city with large plots of land that allowed for privacy, but I was still impressed. I got out of my car and checked my watch as I rushed up to the door. Raising my hand to knock, the scent of my ripe t-shirt entered my nostrils. I smiled and knocked. I stood there again inhaling the ripeness, before knocking one more time... the door then opened revealing Mike. “Uh...” I stammered, not expecting to see him there. “Come on in, Sam.” he said with a slight smile as he looked me over. “Looks like you’re ready.” I stood there for a second staring at him, he looked so much like Bry... more so now when he was wearing jeans and a tight gray T-shirt. “Doc has a guest house that’s included with my job.” he told me, anticipating my question as we walked past the main part of the house into an annex. “Doc’s office is in there, he pointed. Take a seat... He won’t be long.” Walking in, I took a quick look around the room. It was old school English library style with rows and rows of leather-bound books with two chairs sitting prominently in the middle... a leather one and an upholstered one. Without a second thought, I sat in the one opposite the leather chair. It didn’t take long before Doc walked. He was also dressed like Mike... jeans and a skintight black T-shirt. As he walked over to a side table and poured a drink, my eyes were drawn to the movement of his arms and pecs. That’s when I saw he was wearing the same boots he wore during our first meeting. “10-hole Rangers,” I mumbled. "OK, Sam... ready to begin?” Doc smiled, handing me the drink and moved behind me. The first step is to sit back and let your body relax into the chair.” Sitting back, I took a sip and felt the soft cushions of the chair envelop my body as Doc’s firm hands moved over my buzzed head and grip my shoulders. “Sam, close your eyes and concentrate my voice...” he said calmly, moving his hands to my neck and began applying pressure. “Good boy. Take slow deep breaths...” I have to admit, his hands did feel good on me, and I began to sink even further into the chair as his fingers worked my neck muscles. I swear he was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. After a few minutes, his voice slowly rose from a whisper... “Sam... I want you to know you can trust me. Do you trust me?” Without a thought, I nodded... “Yeh Doc, I trust you.” “Good boy, I want to make sure you trust me enough to do what I say so we can bring out the real you. You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc. I want to do what you say.” I answered, enjoying the feel of his rough hands still on my neck. “Alright boy, finish your drink now.” Without a second thought, I took the glass and downed the last of the drink in several gulps, his hands still working my neck muscles. Taking the glass from my hand, he released my neck and sat down in front of me. “Feels good to do what I tell you to do, doesn’t it boy...” I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a simple statement, but I nodded... feeling even more relaxed as he kept talking in a low deep voice which, I have to admit, was making me horny. “That’s it, boy... Just sit back and relax. That’s it. Listen to Doc... you want to obey Doc... good boy... relax...” “Yeh, obey...” I kept mumbling, as I began feeling a bit drowsy listening to his sexy voice until I couldn’t quite make out again what he was saying... I guess I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I opened my eyes, and I was alone in the room. I should have been worried, but I felt safe because I trusted Doc. For some reason, I stayed there sitting in the chair... Somehow, I knew Doc would want me to stay there. “Ah boy, you’re up...” I heard Doc say and I stood up to face him. “Yeh Doc,” I said, seeing him in a whole new light. Doc stood there, feet apart... his exposed hairy muscular chest was clad in a black leather harness... his nipples pierced with thick rings. My eyes wandered down and remained on the leather jockstrap bulging with what was obviously a thick cock. His sculpted legs were anchored in those polished boots I had kept thinking about. “10-hole Rangers.” I silently moaned. “How do you feel, Sam?” he asked, watching my reaction. “You fell asleep, so I thought I’d let you rest up before you go home... wouldn’t want you to have an accident.” “Thanks Doc. I feel great,” I said, still standing there calmly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “How long was I asleep?” “Good to hear boy. It’s late... you’ve slept about three hours. I think you should stay here. You’d like that, right? Get comfortable.” “Yeh, Doc... I would.” I answered, feeling a deep desire to please him. Without thinking any more of it, I sat down and took off my sneakers before removing my clothes, putting them next to my sneakers and standing up at attention. “Good boy...” Doc growled, inspecting my smooth body with his hands. “Commando or jock... always.” “Yeh, Doc... always.” I repeated, standing there with my cock now at full mast from the movements of his fingertips against my freshly shaved skin. “Commando or jock.” I don’t know why I said it, yet I felt I should... but still... part of me began to wonder why I was stripped down in front of this leather god. Seeing my confusion, he again stood in front of me and held my shaved junk in his hand and squeezed. “I know, boy. But I want you to know that I held back on our session earlier this week. My job is to bring out your true self and that’s what we will do. You’ll be fully aware from this point on. Unlike most of my patients, I want you to fully accept what is going on.” I remained still... not quite understanding what he was talking about as he moved behind me and began exploring my clean, shaved hole... “Very good,” he nodded, sniffing his finger... “Fuck your dad... I was never going to do it. I see your potential, boy. So, let’s get started.” and walked over to his desk to grab something from a drawer. I remained still, the feel of his hands still fresh on my skin as I watched him pick up a glass pipe and torch. “Down boy,” he ordered, and I immediately fell to my knees... his crotch now at my eye-level. “Do you know what this is, boy?” he said, holding the pipe filled with shards of white crystals in front of his crotch. “Yeh, Doc.” I nervously answered, looking at the pipe. “But I’ve never done it.” “You trust me don’t you, boy?” he said, lighting the bowl and placing the stem at my lips before I could answer. “Open up... this will help bring out what you were meant to be. You want that, right?” “Uh huh,” I mumbled feeling the stem between my lips as he lit the torch and began to heat its contents. “Inhale boy... feel the warmth fill your lungs.” he said, looking down at me and encouraging me on. “Hold it... good now release.” I felt the thick warm cloud escape my mouth as my body began to relax before he placed the stem back in my mouth and ordered me to take another hit. “That’s my boy... you want more don’t you?” he chuckled, pulling and holding the pipe just out of reach of my lips. “Please, Doc..." I exhaled, moving forward to grasp the stem with my lips. I didn’t just want it, I felt that I needed it to please him. “Fucker...” he laughed, offering me the pipe. Taking more hits, my body began to tingle... goosebumps formed on my naked flesh as I looked up into Doc’s black eyes and felt them looking right through me. He saw the real me and I wanted to serve this man. Reaching down and grabbing my nipples, Doc smiled, “Fuck your dad...” “Fuck my dad!” I moaned, feeling his fingernails digging into them. “Gotta get these tits toughen up.” he growled, digging in deeper causing me to cry out. “Breathe boy, feel the pain.” I did the only thing I could and obeyed. I began taking deep breaths. Releasing my left tit, he grabbed his bulging crotch and ripped off the codpiece barely holding his cock and threw it across the room to reveal a thick god-like cock. “Goddamn... gonna transform you into the perfect boy.” he growled, before gripping my tit again even harder and causing me to gasp for air and slipping his cock into my mouth. “You want it don’t you... to become the perfect boy.” he said, holding my head firmly in his hands as my body was reacting to the chems now flowing through my body. “Uh huh,” I moaned as a deep hunger took over. It was all I could do to fit my lips around it, but I was determined to take it. My lips surrounded the flared ridge of his cock and started nursing on it, trying to take more and more. “Goddamn cocksucker! Show Doc how much you love cock!” he groaned, grabbing hold of my ears and pulling me into his crotch and impaling me on his cock. “That feel good boy?” he growled, holding me there before pulling me off. “Fuck yeh, Doc!” I moaned, trying to take his cock again without any force from him. I could feel him start face fucking me a couple of inches at a time... back and forth in my mouth until his movements increased. Finally, I was able to take his entire cock and I began to fill the room with my moans until his pace increased and became more erratic... I knew he was getting close. Suddenly, pulled me into his crotch as his cock swelled and I felt a torrent of hot cum spewing down my throat before he pulled back and filled my mouth, causing me to spill some on my own hard cock. That did it for me... the minute my cock felt it, I shot my own load over Doc’s boots as he rammed his cock back down my throat until the last drops seeped from his cock. Satisfied, he pulled out and I hungrily started gulping it all down. “Boy... I can’t wait to get you fully trained.” he proudly growled, standing above me and motioning to his cum covered boot. Eagerly, I placed my mouth on the boot and began lapping up my cum... the only true offering I could give of myself to this leather god. I began moving up the boot, tasting the sharpness of the boot black and covering it with my saliva. With his approval, I continued up his body, experiencing my first taste of his sweat dripping off his muscled calf until I felt his softened cock next to my cheek. “Please, Doc...” I begged, wanting to feel it in my mouth again. “You sure, boy?” he chuckled, and I nodded. “Go ahead.” I quickly took his softened cock into my mouth and began feeding... wanting to taste any remnants of his load when suddenly, I felt a trickle... Even though I knew what it was, I didn’t think about it. I realized I wanted it... It was what I was meant to do, and I started to gulp it down. Seeing my reaction, Doc held my head and stroked my face and encouraged me. “Good boy...” he said with a surprised look on his handsome face. Looking up into his eyes, I happily nodded until the flow slowed and finally stopped. Keeping some of his piss in my mouth, I sealed my lips around the shaft and began to work his cock while covering it in piss until I could feel him getting harder again. Once he was fully hard, I greedily swallowed the mouthful of piss and worked on getting another load. “Goddamn piss pig!” he groaned, starting to face fuck me again. This time, Doc was relentless and began to rapidly force his cock down my throat with every hard thrust. I was letting him use me... my mouth was just a tool to service cock... His cock. On and on he went... throat fucking my mouth until I could feel the now familiar signal his cock gave to every cocksucker lucky enough to have serviced it. With one last thrust, he again gripped my head and released a second load, and I was fed again. After releasing me, he rubbed my head approvingly and moved to his chair and sat down... “That part definitely wasn’t in the prompt.” he chuckled to himself. I remained on my knees... knowing that Doc hadn’t said otherwise. I watched him sitting there, sweat dripping from his body, and light the pipe. I moaned... Taking a long hit from the pipe, he held it prominently and so I could see it. Exhaling the thick cloud, he motioned me to come forward. Again, somehow, I knew to remain on my knees... I crawled over to him and opened my mouth. “No boy, take it.” he chuckled, “You need to practice until it’s old hat.” Nodding, I took the pipe and the torch... Listening to his instructions carefully, I lit the torch and heated the bowl... watching the crystals heat up as I rolled the bowl carefully over the flame. I started to take a hit and looked to Doc... “Bigger...” he said, and I obeyed. “Remember that feeling... how it allows you to be free to be who you were meant to be.” Doc sat there and just watched me as I took another hit... I wanted to please him... make him proud of me. After another one, he stood and took the pipe and torch from me and placed it back in the drawer. I was feeling so good. It felt like every nerve on my shaved body was on fire. I went to my grab my cock and realized it was limp. I was so horny, and I began to work on it, but it was no use. I looked up at Doc with a questioning look. “That’s enough for now, boy” he said, sizing me up and moving to a hidden closet. “Your cock won’t be in play anyway while we’re in session.” Releasing my cock, I sighed as the immense hunger for his cock continued. “Next step...” he told me, holding up a black leather jockstrap. “Commando or jock... always.” Seeing the leather jockstrap, my eyes lit up. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he told me to get up. Handing it to me, I took it my trembling hands and felt the supple leather before putting it on and letting out a soft moan. “Thanks, Doc!” I grinned, feeling the pouch enveloping my limp cock and balls... the scent of the leather filled my nostrils. “You’re welcome, boy...” Doc chuckled approvingly, grabbing my junk and adjusting it, causing my cock to swell a bit. “Better.” Next, Doc pulled out a harness and held it to my pecs. “Fuck yes...” I sighed, looking pleadingly into Doc’s eyes and raised my arms above me. Placing the straps over my shoulders, he moved even closer... his cock now in my face. I opened my mouth to kiss it before he stepped back and out of my reach. Motioning me to rise, he began pulling the wide leather straps forward... “Deep breath,” he ordered, and I inhaled, causing my pecs to rise... He connected the straps tightly to the O ring, pushing my pecs upwards and emphasizing the workout I had done earlier in the day. As I stood there looking down and feeling the tautness of the leather harness over my smooth skin, Doc dropped a pair of boots in front of me with a pair of yellow socks sticking out. “Go on, boy... try them on.” he chuckled. “The socks are a last-minute thing.” Dropping to the hard-wood floor, I pulled the boots over my feet now covered in yellow, and carefully laced them... making sure the ladder was perfect. I stood up again and smiled... never wondering why they were a perfect fit. Everything so far just felt so right. “10-hole Rangers...” I grinned, seeing Doc now holding a piece of leather in his hands. I grew silent seeing him walk towards me... I knew what I needed to do... I fell to my knees before him. Leaning in and looking directly into my eyes, he carefully slid the collar around my neck and secured it. “Fuck yeh...” I trembled, feeling the tightness of the collar. My cock began to stir from the feel and scent of the leather. I quicky inhaled the mixture of the leather gear and our now sweat covered bodies. I looked up to the man that had done this. Doc stood there admiring me and surveying my transformation. “Go on... have a look.” he said, gripping his cock and motioning to a full-length mirror against the far wall. I got up, made my way to the other side of the room and encountered a reflection of a geared-up leather boy... just like the ones that had begun to fill my jack-off fantasies in the last week. My hands moved across my pecs, feeling the tight leather straps against my freshly shaved skin. Looking down, I saw the pouch of my jockstrap growing as the leather encompassing my junk began to mold to it. Tracing the edges of my cock on the leather, I groaned... “Shit yeh! Doc,” I grinned, looking up at Doc’s reflection as he stood behind me. “Commando or jock... leather jock!” “That’s right, boy... leather jock.” he said, wrapping his arm around me and handing me a freshly packed pipe. “Fuck me!” I growled, taking a long deep hit as I felt fingers spreading my ass cheeks. “That’s the plan, boy.” he snarled, grabbing my head to face him and placing his lips close to mine... “I’ve been wanting to feel that cunt of yours wrapped around my cock since the minute I saw you.” “Yeah, Doc... cunt... fuck my cunt.” I begged, sending the cloud directly into his mouth as he began to stroke and tease my cunt. I pushed back against his thickening cock, the hunger increasing again... I desperately wanted it. Suddenly, his boots spread my legs apart and fell forward on my knees. Instinctively, I shifted my weight to my hands and arched my back to expose my cunt. I felt his cool finger probing my cunt... this time it slipped in easily. First one then a second... Must be lubed, I thought. Moaning, I raised my hips only to feel a burning sensation flow inward. I began to struggle but Doc held me firm... “Be still, boy... relax... That’s the tina in the lube you’re feeling.” he grunted, feeling my cunt tighten. “Yeh, Doc...” I responded, gritting my teeth as he pressed his cock and slid it in. “Shit!” I grunted, feeling the pain which only lasted a moment. The rush from the chems took over and I adjusted to the fat cock invading my cunt. He pressed on, easing the shaft into me until he hit my prostate... “Fuck me!” I cried out, falling to my elbows as pulsing of my cunt spread through my entire body. At this point, all I could do was to concentrate on my cunt... Doc continued, easing his in a bit more... my cunt pulsing against his shaft. Pushing it in further, he then pulled back then a bit deeper. “That’s it, boy... take Doc’s cock.” I was going crazy, feeling his invading cock going deeper and deeper so I pushed back to urge him on... “Give it to me, Doc!” I cried out, my hands now gripped tightly into balls. That did it! With one final shove, he buried the entire length inside me, and I felt his crotch scratching against my ass cheeks... I growled, feeling completely full. I began to pull back and push forward on his cock... “Yeah?” Doc growled, starting to pick up the pace. “Goddamn, boy... you’re loving this aren’t ya?” “Fuck yeh!” I grunted, “Fucking need it, Doc... fuck your boy!” Doc then began to really pound my cunt, “Yeah... my boy” he hissed, placing his entire weight on me... sinking his cock into the deepest reaches of my cunt and forcing me to the floor. I could feel the heat of his shaft in me as he took final possession of me... his boy. I bucked against him clenching my cunt around his cock... the fuck continued. I could feel both the metal and leather of his harness and the straps of my harness scraping against my back. Shoving deeply, he went to my shoulder and sank his teeth into my skin. “FUCK!” I cried out, feeling the pain move down my back and land in my cunt as the pace of our fucking increased. With every plunge, my body moved... taking it... gripping his cock... grunting and moaning for more. Deeper and deeper he fucked me as my body reached a new level of hunger and I kept urging him on. “Goddamn cunt!” Doc kept saying, pounding me again and again. I kept at it... opening myself to his steel hard cock and I kept begging for more.... I needed it to be complete. I continued milking his cock as we became nothing but a pair of rutting animals. I didn’t want it to end but I began to feel his cock begin to swell even more... I urged him on and on, with a final thrust, he sank so deep into me that I felt I was going to be split apart. “GODDAMN CUNT!” He yelled again... his body going rigid, and I felt the hot eruption from his balls deep in my cunt before he collapsed on me. We stayed like that for a bit... our sweaty bodies dripping onto the wooden floor as the scent of our therapy session filled the air until Doc lifted his body off me and pulled out. Letting out a soft whine, I gripped at his softening cock, not wanting to release it. Now empty, I turned to face Doc. God, he was even more handsome... his sweat covered body glistened as he sat back, his legs spread wide... hands behind on the floor behind him. “Shit yeh,” I growled, crawling to him and taking his cock back in my mouth and I began to clean it. “Good, boy... remember,” Doc purred, running his hands over my sweaty head... “and taste your cunt.” Those words suddenly opened up my mind. I began to remember more details... Doc had me strip down as I told him all about Bry... I now remembered telling him about how good it felt when Bry took charge and started calling me a cocksucker. I remember him asking me if I was hard and I dropped the pillow and unzipped my shorts to expose my hard cock to show him. And then another memory hidden deep in my subconscious appeared! Mike had walked at that point and took off his clothes, exposing a beautifully hard shaved body. Mike looked to Doc who nodded, and he dropped to his knees, making his way towards me and took my hard cock in his mouth. As I continued my story to Doc, Mike began to suck and finger my cunt as I went on to describe Bry’s load exploding in my mouth. Only this time, I now knew that at that very moment I had shot a load into Mike’s mouth. Sitting back, Mike looked so much like Bry that I dropped down and began to make out with him. I could hear Doc laughing as Mike's tongue pushed the cum into my mouth. Afterwards, I sat back in the chair and moaned... remembering how Bry’s load tasted in my mouth. Mike sat back for a minute, watching me before looking in Doc’s direction. Given permission, he stood and got dressed without a word between them and left. “Zip up boy...” Doc commanded and all I could remember after that was him giving me instructions on how to be a good boy. I should have been scared and angry, but I wasn’t, and I continued servicing his cock. This was the way it was meant to be... I remained on Doc’s cock even after feeding on the last of his cum and my cunt juices. Noticing, Doc straightened up and held my chin as I let his cock rest on my tongue. He spoke proudly... “You do realize, boy... piss wasn’t part of your therapy.” Releasing his cock, I smiled... “I guess I do, Doc...” before going back to his cock to wait for another load of piss.

Hey guys, I just wanted to post letting you know something has come up in my life that is going to consume time and energy. I will be posting Part 45 on time, but I'll be disappearing right after for a bit of time. As soon as I can get back, I will. I'll continue writing, bringing this story to a close, but this event/issue demands and deserves my attention. I know you'll understand, but I just wanted to give you a heads up. Thanks - Heir2012

Never in my life had I taken a slam OR a dick so big. I started to realize I was being moved on this ebony God's pole by means I could not identify as myself. My legs were jelly at this point but being held up at the ankles by my new pimps shoulders. My body was almost ceremoniously being lifted and planted onto his mammoth shaft. And mammoth it was. I idly reached for my hole and could not fit my hand around it, and when I did that he laughed and said, "7 around, bitch." When I felt my hole it was being pulled out with every outward thrust and felt gooey and wet, warm and gelatinous as if it were from inside my body and then I saw it in the mirror, it wasn't my hole, it was a prolapsed hole, a wet pussy from inside. I'd been cunted and sissified as promised. When he saw the shock in my face, he came close to me and whispered, "Don't worry baby. Your new daddy gon treat you alright. You taken to my piece like a duck to water and ima make you my number 1 girl. All my bitches hole look like that when I'm through, or worse. You take care of me, and anybody I say, and I'll take care of you. Got it baby?" I shook my head in aggreeance and amazement. He turned me around and told me to watch and that's when I saw it. His meat was pushing my guts outward, I could literally see his enormity pounding a bulge outward of my body. He then began to pick up his cadence and tightened his thighs up. And with 10 heavy lunges inward, he planted his member balls deep, it felt like they were in there too, actually. And my insides caught fire again only this time it was a river of burning hot seed filling my bowels. The bulge in my gut began to bloat upwards and expand as he heaved and finally let his thin body lay on top of me to rest. Then he began his exit which I thought would be slow, but he ripped himself from me pulling my prolapse put with him and about a gallon of steaming Black man's babies. His lackeys quickly fed it back into my hole then held me upside down and said my job was to make sure I got pregnant with his nigger baby. I laughed knowing fully well I wasnt actually a female and that I couldn't conceive a child by a man. And then I saw it, on the back of pimp daddy's back. A dark tattoo, almost blending with his skin, a biohazard. I'd been sold and impregnated by a poz pimp daddy. While my first thoughts started to add up another associate slipped a needle into my arm and pushed in the plunger, and my whole body shook as my ears rang and my vision blurred. I apparently wasn't out of the woods yet tonight.

I started out at home stretching my hole with my butt plugs. I take an edible and pull out my poppers. After about an hour of stretching I can finally get my biggest one in all the way which is a new accomplishment for me. My goal to being able to take endless dick is coming closer and closer. I put on my jock and head to steam works. I’m pissed cause the line is crazy crazy long. I wait in line for about 45 mins and while I am in line some older guy keeps looking at me and undressing me with his eye. At one point he gives me a very specific cruising look that I choose to ignore because we are still in line. I keep standing in line only to get put on a waitlist for a room and I head to my locker. I get undressed and head to the back where the glory hole maze is. It’s very busy. I walk around making eye with everyone until the same older gentleman from the line sees me..clearly this guy is into me. Good thing for him I let anyone blow their load in me who wants to. If we weren’t at steam works this guy would never stand a chance normally. Clearly he’s pining for me and I’m gonna give him what he wants. I get into a booth alone and get on my knees and see him frantically enter the booth next to me pushing others out of the way. He puts his dick through and it’s a decent size. I begin sucking it and slurping moving my tongue all around his head as he thrust through the hole into my mouth. I turn around and press my hole onto his dick until he’s fully inside of me. He starts to thrust very enthusiastically. I take some hits of poppers and lean forward on the wall in front of me while his strange man uses my hole for his liking. Eventually he stops. I hear a knock on my door and it’s him. I guess the glory hole wasn’t enough and he wants to come in. Normally I hate sharing a booth but I had to let this guy cum at this point. I let him in and he starts fucking me thrusting harder and harder while kissing my neck and keeps telling me how handsome I am. This is turning me on that I turn around and start sucking him and then I let him fuck me.. I switch from ass to mouth a few more times and he’s loving it.. finally he’s ready to nut and he fucks me so hard that it starts to hurt a little so I take some hits and I am back to my piggy self. He blows his loads thanks me and leaves. I stay in the booth and see another dick poking through the hole. I begin to suck it. After a while I sit in it and this guy thrusts for few minutes. Then I feel him exit my hole. I’m pissed.. I look through the hole and see he put his dick on the other hole in the wall and is thrusting.. I put my hole up against the hole in the wall and hope he’ll come back for me. He does, at this point it’s clear he’s fucking me and another guy in another booth. But I get the load. i exit the booth and walk around and sit on a bench because the edible is starting to hit.. the way I am sitting puts me eye level with people’s crotches and some fat old man puts his dick in my face. I oblige and begin to suck it he blows his load without warning in my mouth and I am annoyed because I wanted it in my hole. He leaves and this encourages other guys to his place and i suck some guys dick who I don’t even remember. I bend over the bench and stick my hole in the air and he pushes into me. He starts pounding, another guy gets in front and I start sucking him off. I’m in heaven.. I take more and more hits until I’m spinning out. Not sure if the guy fucking me cums but he leaves and another guy takes his place. this guy is fucking me hard but his dick is small so I am Chillen bent over the bench completely disassociated with things around me. This guys makes a noice like he cums but not sure if he does. I am spinning out so I decide to leave and cruise the rooms. I see a bald big belly daddy jerking and I stand in his door and he motions for me to enter.. I get on his bed laying on my back and spread my legs. I take another big hit.. he starts pounding and I black out. When I come to I wake up to the same guy just pounding me. He thrusts a little longer until he cums I leave feeling weird about being fucked without being conscious about it.. until I realize how hot it was. I walk around trying to cool down and I see that my room is ready so I head to the front desk and I get a large room. I lay on my bed in my room with my legs spread in the air while I lay on my back. Some guy stares in the hallway and I lotion for him to enter.. he does and I suck him until I’m ready for cock. I take a hit of poppers and he enter me and starts pounding me. I am desperate to recreate the feeling I just had and keep taking hits of poppers. The combination of edibles and poppers makes me feel so loopy and slutty. Finally I am so out of it that I am not even aware that I am being fucked in a sex club. My mind is else where as I stare at the mirror in the ceiling at me being fucked by this random ugly guy. He fucks me hard that I am moving up and down in the mirror and I am super disassociated watching myself beign fucked. He says something I don’t quite make out and say “what?” He goes “I said I’m gonna breed you” then blows is load in my sloppy sloppy hole. He leaves and the fact that I am so high and being fucked and used while being totally out of it really turns me on. this feelings is amazing, I take hit after hit in my room alone. And I open the door.. I black out. I wake to an Asian guy pounding me. At first I start to panick a bit because I have no clue where I am or if I ever even encouraged this man to come in my room. But this is what I wanted. He keeps thrusting and thrusting and I let myself go mentally and he is talking major dirty talk. He says “ god ur so hot” I smile and he pounds harder . He says “ how many loads do you have? “ I say “ no idea” he keeps pounding that I hear our skin clapping together against my wet hole. He cums. He leaves and I close my door. My hole is super super wet. No idea how long I was out for or show fucked me during.. I love it. I get some water and head to the back and bend over the bench and feel a guy enter me and I start sucking some other guys while being fucked. At this point I can barely feel anything because I am so wet and so loose and so out of it. This guys stops fucking me and is replaced by another.. not sure if either guys cum but when they leave I go back to my room. I lay with the door open stroking in a poppers haze. I see a black guy come in and his dick is probably the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.. it’s probably 11 inches long and as thick as a beer can. There’s no way I can take this, I think to myself. I tell him he’s too big and he says “ you took it fine last time, and now I’m ready to cum” wow, this guy already fucked me and I had no clue. I shrug and spread my legs and he enters me. He’s right, I have no problems taking it and it’s amazing. I take more and more hits of poppers while this guy pounds my mess of a hole. He finally cums and asks if I’m negative. I say “yeah and on prep” he says “cool thanks” and leaves. this experience made me so euphoric. My hole was wet and loose now and I have no clue how many loads I have in me. What I do know is that I can’t stop now. After taking this huge cock I feel like any dick after that will be easy. I notice a guy keeps walking by my door.. this guy is older and hair and ugly with a huge mustache and a belly.. finally he motions me to turn around.. he wants me face down ass up. I oblige but he doesn’t enter. I sigh and stay in the position. Then I hear someone come in. It’s probably him.. he pushes into me and I can hear him clapping my cheeks and hear the wetness sloshing around. He’s pounding me hard and it sounds like wet skin slapping together.. my hole is so used I genuinely feel nothing. I probably wouldn’t even know I am being fucked if it wasn’t for hearing the skin slapping. I stare in the mirror in front of me and see me bounce with every thrust.. he doesn’t like this and pushes my head down.. he comes finally with a super loud moan that actually scares me.. he says thanks and leaves. I decide I a ready to leave it’s like 3 am and I am falling asleep.. I am almost tempted to sleep with the door open hoping that someone will fuck me while I’m out. But not sure if this will violate any rules. I choose to leave but I wanna cum. I cruise the rooms and I see this young Mexican guy and he motions to come in his room. I suck his little dick and ask him to fuck me until i cum.. he wants me to ride him. I straddle him and as I spread my cheeks to sit on him a bunch a cum falls out of me onto his dick. I look at him to cause his reaction.. he says “fuck that’s hot” and forcefully enters me to the point that I am suprised it hurts. He shoved the loads in me and thrusts literally twice before cumming.. I laugh to myself because my goals was for me to cum not him.. I get off him and he says thanks and I go back to to my room.. luckily some Asian man is cruising me so I let him come in. I tell him I want to cum and if he wants to fuck he’s gonna have to be quick cause I am ready to go. He says” it takes me while but I can fuck you and after you cum I’ll go find someone else” I let him in he pounds me hard and my dick is soft flopping out of my jock. He removes me jock strap and continues to pound my nasty hole.. my dick starts to get hard hands free.. and cums starts to spill out of my cock but I don’t orgasm.. he stops and I tell him to keep going.. he listens and my cock does it again and I feel a very dull orgasm happening he stops and I demand him to continue. He’s pounding harder and harder and my body seems to be confused.. as if I came but also not super satisfied.. he scoops my own loads off my abs and uses it as lube and shoved it in. I am ready to cum. My cock is not super hard and as he pounds I start jerking.. I say “holy fuck holy fuck I am going to cum” he pounds harder and harder and I blow my load so high and it feels so intense intense up badly and moan and moan. This guy at this point really should slow down or stop but for some reason he goes harder and harder I am just about to demand him to stop until he groans and it’s clear that he’s breeding me too. my load shot so high it was in my hair and my stomach is glistening with lube and cum and I am a mess. The guys leaves and I get up to go shower.. I shower and while I am getting clean some guy starts cruising me but I ignore it.. there’s no way I can stay awake any longer. I am now clean and then realize I am full of loads. I head tot he toilet and push them out.. time to head back to the shower.. my hole is throbbing at this point.. I am sore and exhausted. I check out and Uber home and fall asleep. I wake up the next day and take it easy. At the end of the day after spending all day in bed I turn on some cum dump porn and fantasize about being him. I jerk off while I play with my hole until I cum. I love it

Two days ago, I notice my back passenger side tire needed some air after I clock out of work. It was 12:50 in the morning. I head to the gas station to get air for the tire. There was another person using the air pump station. When the driver left I notify the clerk to turn on. I didn’t realize the first station has a button to turn on. But I went back to notify the clerk attendant inside to turn on. The customer inside talking to the clerk went out to help me. He was an “straight” tall guy type of guy. He stood about 5’10” tall, stocky muscle build. Clean cut Puerto Rican man. I was secretly finding him attractive. He talked to me while helping check the tire. Out of nowhere he asked me if I was into guys. I was caught off guard. I said yes to him. He said to me: “You think you wanna fool around? That should be plenty of air for the tire. Let just drive over the other end of the block. No one can’t see us. It late night anyways” I replied “Sure, would love to…” I followed him and parked next to him. He got into my car. Unzipped and he let me sucked. I was in pure heaven. His cock was big and thick. I sucked him eagerly. He moaned a lot. I went down to the base of his cock. His cock smelled musky. I moaned back. To show I was enjoying him. He blurted out “You like my dick? You never had anyone big like mine?” I cooed with a yes. I really enjoyed his cock. I kept deep throating him. He was enjoying it. He said he wanted to fuck me. He ordered me to take off my pants. He spit on my hole and slid with one stroke. I yelped in pain. But I was enjoying his cock. I panted so much. I told him he making me feel in heat. He fucked me mercifully doggie style. Slapping my ass and grabbing my cheeks. Gripping my hips firmly. I kept moaning. I bucked back into his thrust each moment. I clench on his cock to let him know I wanted him badly. He gripped my hair and my neck and cum inside me loud. He slid out and we both notice my car was all fogged up. We both laugh. We didn’t notice it was 2:50 AM in the morning. I cleaned out the windows. Holding in his cum as I cleaned the windows. He was satisfied and wanted more next time. We exchanged numbers and parted our way to home. That was the first time I have ever had a man that I never met talked to me out bluntly of my sexuality. And wanted some action. 😄

I live in Key West. People regard it as a party town but is anything but. It’s relatively boring on the rock. The great things about the Florida Keys are the sunsets, the fishing, the seafood, and that’s about it. I will give you some tips though if you want to pay it a visit: My favorite restaurants are El Siboney (best Cuban food on the island. The stock island location is better than the key west location because it has more seating and a full bar), Square Grouper on Cudjoe Key is the best seafood in the keys, and Salute on Higgs beach (also nice to watch the marines play volleyball there while you eat, order the blackened mahi sandwich) island house is the gay resort. As a local, we get to buy memberships that let us come and go, and warrants us a $200 bar credit. There is a 24/7 bar and kitchen there, a red room for cruising, pool, and two hot tubs. Lots of lounging for sun bathing. I love island house. Bourbon st pub is my go to gay bar on Duval st. It’s next to New Orleans house (where they drop the drag Queen in a high heel on New Year’s Eve). There is cruising in the back pool area. saloon is my second favorite. Across the st from bourbon. It has porn playing on monitors, cruising in the smoking area out back. If you like to dance, rock house live in straight town (the other side of Duval st) is great for electronic music like tech house. You might even catch me djing there if in town on the right night ^__< Also garden of Eden is a clothing optional dance area. go take in the fabulous sunset at Mallory square or at highs beach. And then pay my house a visit. I have a dungeon complete with a jail cell, fuck cage, fuck bench, and st andrews cross 🙂

Since this current abomination of a party bears little resemblance to the Republican Party of old, I've taken to referring to it as the MAGA Party. Basically, regardless of whether it was previously considered right of left, His Orange Hindness has gathered every discredited political idea of the past century under his MAGA banner and rejected every idea that made the old GOP a viable party in the modern era along with most of its history. The MAGA party may be based on multiple grievances, but it is fully controlled by a single individual that has convinced the aggrieved that he alone is the only one who can get the world to atone.

Generational difference here. Started out bareback in my freshman year of HS. Sex Ed in Texas is a joke and didn't cover gay sex, much about HIV/AIDS or how to prevent it. I'd been fucking around a while before someone gave me the skinny on it all. Tried safe sex and fucking hated it. Was nervous about taking loads from strangers and very picky in HS. Once I was 18 that all changed. But I didn't come up with the stigma against bareback sex. Part of it is being Latino too. Latino guys just never use condoms. It's a cultural thing.

Senator Kennedy is an embarrassment to the Senate. But beyond that, did you really expect that any Republican member of Congress was going to say anything good about a speech by a Democratic president? Biden could make a speech announcing that the sun rises in the east and the Republicans would scream that he's being petty and vindictive to all the MAGA people who live in the west. The Republicans are no longer a serious party; they are a cult, enslaved to worshipping their last president, and committed only to opposing whatever it is Democrats - and Americans in general - want. Solid majorities of Americans across the country want abortion to remain legal at least in the first few months of a pregnancy, but the Republicans are committed to banning the procedure entirely. Solid majorities of Americans want sensible gun control, but the Republicans (aided, sadly, by some Democrats) won't even consider anything. Solid majorities favor raising taxes on the wealthy, but... I could go on and on, but the bottom line is, the Republicans no longer support what the country wants, in any meaningful way.

My well used fucked and fisted hole, just need some botox on those lips, lol

Hi, Im Lee, and this is my story. I should say up front that I'm not a writer - so please don't expect everything to be themed and told in any sort of order. I started writing this because I was bored out of my fucking mind during lockdown, and I've just written encounters down as I've thought of them. Like I said, my name is Lee. I'm 32 years old and I run a lettings agency in west London. I've owned the business for about seven years now and, though I say it myself, I've made it into a really sucessful business. Outside work I play sport and I volunteer for a couple of charities. Oh, and I'm HIV positive and not on any meds. That's a bit of a long story and I might tell you about that another time. I was diagnosed about seven years ago - just after I had taken over the business. I suppose I felt a number of things when I was diagnosed - some expected and some unexpected. The most unexpected thing was how horny it made me. It seemed like my dick was permanently hard and I just wanted to fuck as many lads as I could - and actually that's more or less what I did and and pretty much what I've been doing ever since. Here's the deal. I don't stealth anyone - any guy who gets my load up his cunt knows he's going to get it. I don't lie either - if anyone asks me about my status I will tell them - but if they don't ask, I don't tell. I'm a top, I love to fuck and I don't like condoms. That's about it really. Well, let's say I'm mostly a top - if the truth be told, the more I've had to drink, the more likely you are to find me with my arse in the air, but I'm a top most of the time. I think I'm an ordinary looking guy but, though I say it myself, I do have quite a sizeable cock and I pack the front of my trousers out pretty well, even when my dick is soft. That's led to a lot of opportunities when I've seen guys checking out - I'm not shy about going for it and pretty soon one thing leads to another. That's true at work too. The business is quite a small business and so I do a lot of the property viewings, inspections and end of tenancy visits myself. We act for a number of landlords and the property portfolio consists of a lot of student flats and houses, some very high end flats and various other properties in and around west London. I know a lot of people think you should't mix business with pleasure but I have to be honest - I've had so much sex through work. You'd be surprised how often I find some lad checking out my crotch when I'm showing a flat. Sometimes its one of a group of students, sometimes it's the father of one of the students and very often it's one half a couple who are viewing a property together - and this applies to both gay and straight couples. When I've finished a viewing, I always give out my card and say if they have any questions or want a second viewing or anything they just need to call me. If I've noticed anyone checking me out, I give them a card with my personal mobile number written on it and you'd be surprised how many calls I get and how many times I get to enjoy a horny bareback fuck with no one any the wiser and more often than not, no questions asked. One time we took on the management of a flat just outside our area in south London. It was a nice flat but the parking around about it was terrible - London parking at it's worst. The first few times I went there I had to park miles away and then I noticed that there was a council estate just on the other side of the block which, unlike everywhere else around it, didn't appear to have controlled parking and I started parking in there. I got a couple of dirty looks from the residents and knew I probably shouldn't continue parking there but it was so convvenient I did - and then one day I got challenged. The guy who challenged me looked to be in his mid 30s - he was slim, dark haired and actually quite good looking. He was obviously nervous and had clearly taken his courage in both hands to challenge me. He was brick red but explained that the parking was for residents only and when people from outside parked there it made it harder for people who lived there. He told me he was a nurse who worked shifts and said it was really inconvenient if he couldn't get parked. When he finished tallkng he looked at me and I could tell he was nervous about my reaction so I smiled at him and told him he was quite right to call me out and I apologised for being selfish and told him I wouldn't park there again. He was a bit taken aback. "Oh, well.....I suppose it's not that big a deal," he said, with a smile. I held out my hand "I'm Lee," I said. He shook my hand. "I'm David". I had noticed him checking out the front of my trousers by now and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. There was no mistaking it now - he was definitely checking me out so I decided to go for it. I spread my legs a bit to give him a better view and he asked nervously if I would like a cold drink as it was such a hot afternoon. I said that would be great and soon I was following him up to the second floor of one of the blocks. I could tell he was nervous as he handed me a (very welcome) cold drink and guessed I would have to make the first move so I pulled him towards me and soon we were kissing. A few minutes later, my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. It was just what I needed and I must say he did it really well. I could easily have let him blow me until I unloaded in his mouth but I wanted to see if he was willing to go any further. I pulled him up and soon I was going down on him. I sucked his cock for a while and then turned him round. He bent over the kitchen counter and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Along with fucking, licking arse is definitely my favourite thing. I love pulling a guys cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up him, knowing that I'm soon going to be pushing my raw cock up there. David's arse was a little hairy and I enjoyed licking it and judging by the moans he was giving out, he was enjoying it as much as me. I stood up and began to rub my cock against his hole. He pulled back then. "Oh...." he said, "I can't....I...I've got a partner..." His voice tailed off as I pushed the head of my cock against his arse again. "I really want to fuck you," I said and he moaned. I knew he wanted it too but then he said "We have to use a condom." I told him I didn't like condoms and he moaned again. "I....I can't,,,,,not without a condom." I told him that was fine and said I totally respected his decision and said we didn't have to fuck. I've found to this to be a very effective strategy over the years in getting lads to fuck without a condom - especially when they're really horny for it as this guy was - I've found that so many safe only guys will fuck bare rather than miss out on a fuck if they're horny enough and this guy was no exception. He said hesitatingly "Well, maybe just for a little while...."and a few minutes later he was bent over the kitchen table and my bare cock was pushing up his arse. He pushed his arse out further and moaned as I began to fuck him. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Fuck me.....fuck me!" I could tell he was really horny and guessed that his boyfriend probably hadn't given him one for a while. He was still moaning as I began to fuck him harder and I guessed that he hadn't expected to end up bent over the kitchen table with his pants down and a bare cock up his arse when he came out to speak to me about parking on the estate. I was enjoying every minute of the fuck, expecting him to ask me to pull out soon but he didn't. I was getting close now and told him so but he didn't react and I kept fucking him. After another ten or twelve thrusts I could feel myself starting to cum and I told him so. "Do it..." he moaned, "Fucking do it!" I hadn't cum for several days and seconds later I was pumping what I knew was a massive load up his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming - I really bred him. When I had pulled out he stood up and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "I really needed that!" he said with a grin. Then he reddened a bit and said he didn't normally cheat on his partner like this. I said we're all human and he grinned again. I don't think it occurred to him that I had just pumped a toxic load up him. I didn't have to visit that particular flat for a while after that but a few months later I was doing the property inspection and I parked on the council estate again. When I returned to my car, a group of four lads in trackie bottoms and T shirts who looked to be in their late teens or early twenties were drinking in an entrance way just beside it. As I approached my car they started shouting at me and calling me a posh cunt and telling me to fuck off out their estate. I'm not easily intimidated so I tried to ignore them and got into my car and started it up. They were making wanking signs now and as I moved off one of them, a dark haired lad in a football top, turned round, dropped his pants and bared his arse at me. I grinned - he had a nice arse - and then just as I had pulled away there was a crash as one of the other lads threw a full can of beer at my car with some force. I was not grinning now and kept driving. I stopped a few miles away to survey the damage - the rear light of the car was smashed and the bodywork dented quite badly. I was really pissed off - I was proud of my car and I had bought it when the business started to make some money - but much as I love cars, I understand they are inanimate objects and can be repaired so I just booked it in to a body repair shop. It wasn't cheap. I didn't park on the council estate again - I guess you could say I had finally learned my lesson - and I found somewhere to park a bit further away on the edge of some woodland. It was about three weeks later that I was walking back to my car when I heard someone calling to me. I turned round and saw it was one of the lads from the council estate - a tall blond lad. I didn't want any trouble so I started walking faster. "Wait," he called and then added "Please." I turned round and he caught up with me. "I'm sorry," he said "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." he said. "It was stupid and I'm really sorry I did it." I realised he was telling me it was him who threw the can at my car. I was really tempted to tell him to fuck off but I could see in his eyes that he genuinely seemed to be troubled about what had happened. He was a bit nervous now "Look," he said, "I don't have any money, but maybe I could buy you a drink or something?" I looked at him and he reddened "Just to say sorry, you know." I relented "How about I buy you one?" I said and a few minutes later we were in a bar on the main road near the estate. I bought him a lager and myself a soft drink (I was driving) and we talked. He told me his name was Robert and he was 20. He was employed part time but didn't earn very much money and he had recently split up with his girlfriend. On the second drink he told me that he had a two year old daughter but his ex girlfriend was being difficult and not allowing him proper access. He told me he was really sorry he had behaved like such a prick and wished he could pay for the damage to my car. I told him not to worry about it - It was repaired and I was not concerned about it. On the third drink he asked about me and did not seem particulary surprised when I told him I was gay. He asked if I had a partner and I told him I didn't. Robert picked up his lager which was half full and downed it in one. He grinned and said he needed to go for a piss. I said I did too and we made our way to the toilet. Soon we were standing at the urinal together and I could see Robert was checking out my cock as he pissed like a racehorse. A short time later we were in a cubicle and Robert was sitting on the toilet and I was standing in front of him. He unzipped my smart work trousers and pulled them down along with my pants and soon he was sucking my cock. He sucked me quite well and I couldn't help wondering just how straight he was. He certainly did not resist when I pulled him up. I wanked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. WIthout a word, he turned round, pulled his pants right down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. It wasn't very fresh, but in fairness he probably hadn't been expecting anyone to stick their tongue up it and I didn't really care anyway. I licked his arse for a while and then reached into my pocket for the little pack of lube I always have somewhere about my person. Robert did not resist as I pushed my cock into him - he just gave a little grunt and soon my cock was right up him. I began to fuck him - turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that we were fucking in the toilet of a run down straight pub. The toilet was not very clean and it smelled very strongly of piss, but somehow this just turned me on even more and before long I was getting close to cumming. "I'm close," I panted and he asked if I was going to cum in him. "Do you want me to?" I asked and he nodded. I didn't hold back and soon I was pumping a nice big load of cum into his arse. When I had finished cumming, Robert stood up, took hold of his cock and began to wank. I fingered his cummy hole as he wanked and before long he was shooting a big load of cum down the tiled wall of the cubicle. He griined at me. "You've done that before!" I said and he shrugged "Now and then" he said. "Do you like it?" I asked and Robert nodded and grinned at me again. I didn't have cause to visit that area for a while after that and the only other time I visited the council estate was one afternoon when I badly needed to piss. I remembered there a little wooded area behind a brick shed on the estate and I figured that it wouldn't do any harm just to quickly take a piss there on the way past - and to be honest it was either that or wet my pants and I didn't want to do that. A few minutes later I was mid way through a much needed piss behind the shed when I sensed that I was not alone. I turned and found a dark haired young lad of about 18 or 19 watching me. He was dressed in a polo shirt and work trousers and I saw from his badge that his name was Reece and he was part of the council's Estate Services Team. I had seen members of the team on the estate now and then, cleaning and tidying the garden areas. Reece was staring openly at my cock and I pulled back a bit to give him a better view as I finished pissing. It wasn't long before my cock was in his mouth and I was enjoying a really good blow job. This lad may have been young but he certainly knew what he was doing - it was one of the best blow jobs I had had in ages. I let him suck me for a while longer and then pulled him up. He didn't take much persuading to drop his pants for me and soon he was leaning against the brick shed, his work trousers and his white underpants at his knees and my cock up his arse. He told me he wanted it hard and I gave it to him hard, before shooting my toxic load deep into his unprotected young arse. Shortly after this encounter, the landlord put his flat on the market and I had no cause to visit that area again - but I certainly had some horny fun when I was there and, as always, enjoyed every minute of it. I've also quite enjoyed writing this - if you like it, I'll write some more.

I'm a preppy 28 year old, white dude of Irish descent, clean-cut, athletic, by many considered the typical red-blooded American male. But a more select group of acquaintances knows me for my more intimate characteristics. A bareback top with a mean 7” and a bubble butt to die for. Except for my propensity for barebacking, I’m pretty conventional. I get tested every 3 months, and have so far avoided the bug. Last weekend I got into chat with a guy in my neighborhood. When I say “neighborhood,” he lives 14 miles away. But by Internet standards, that’s close; so we decided to meet. I was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door. He was about 40, 5'8", bright green eyes, and dimples. A really handsome man. At first he was pretty easy-going, and we laughed a lot. We seemed to have a lot in common. We smoked some pot and got into a discussion of how it affected us. I commented that weed relaxed me and made me horny. He countered that it made him more animalistic and aggressive. He wasn't kidding! Once our clothes were off he became a totally different person—obsessed with using the hole of a guy that topped. In no time at all he had me on my hands and knees with my ass high in the air like a bitch waiting to be bred. He rimmed me for a while and used his spit to lube me. He worked his fingers into my hole. Long fingernails clawed at my ass. I sniffed his poppers and awaited the inevitable assault. I felt his cockhead against me, and within a minute was impaled up to his balls. A mixture of pain and ecstasy. He plunged in and out of me, almost withdrawing, then back in up to his pubes, till his balls snapped against my butt. My ass is still kind of tight, because I haven’t been fucked much, so each time he plunged in, it hurt. Not that he cared. He mumbled something about dry fucking being best, and called me his pussy-boy and his bitch. He told me he was going to impregnate me and wanted his seed to live on in my body. His dick, already engorged, grew ever harder and his eyes rolled back in his head—classic signs of a guy about to cum. But he fucked on. 15, maybe 20 minutes later I hit my low. The pot and the poppers had totally consumed me, and my ass had became the fucked-out hole sink hole he wanted it to be. Even token resistance was impossible. Where, he posed, did I want him to shoot? I'm not a Bug Chaser. If I know a guy is poz, I ask him not to cum in me. I asked his status. He smiled a nasty grin and said that it didn't matter, that he’d already cum once in me. I thought back 20 minutes, when I felt sure he was going to cum. He had! The fucker concealed it, hadn’t missed a beat, because he knew he could cum again. Grasping my ankles, he pushed my legs even further apart, and pounded my ass relentlessly as his 2nd load flooded my innards. That was just too much. With a head full of poppers and an ass full of cum, I shot all over my face and chest. Again I asked if he were poz. "Can’t rightly say. Guess you’ll have to wait and see. Then we’ll both know.” I wondered if “Can’t rightly say” meant he didn’t know or just wouldn’t tell me. I've taken some poz loads in my life, but have always cum out neg. Luck of the Irish, I guess. But maybe my luck’s run out. Meanwhile, I’ve developed an attraction to the guy. I’m going to see him again tomorrow, and this weekend we’re going to the baths together. I’m really looking forward to seeing him. If I have to be his boy-toy, his bitch, even his slave, to please him, so be it. Me, the arrogant ex-top.

I’m totally down for this. The hottest is wearing a full leather hood that just has nostril holes for poppers and a circle mouth opening for sucking cock. Not only do you not see who’s fucking you but you also can’t hear. You feel and smell and taste the men who are using you. Plus being surrounded by the scent of leather. Was gang banged once this way and took 15 loads. I was in heaven.

Been on a lucky streak the last few weeks when it comes to getting a cock to suck a load out of. Probably been able to suck 10 loads in the past two weeks so very impressive for me and actually have gotten a load a day for the past 4 days. Tues I sucked a new regular for a quick load out by the local cruise lake. Wed I got ready for work early and hopped on sniffies to find a guy real close to me so I went over and earned a load from him and was actually able to meet up with him again that afternoon and he fucked a load into me outdoors. Thurs I met the guy from Tues again under a bridge near town and sucked another load from him. And finally Fri I was found an Asian guy with a decent cock to come by and he rewarded me with another load. Hopefully I can keep it up and keep getting plenty of loads

I'd dig a set up like that where my buddy sets up a fuck session!

I started playing with guys when I was younger, but was always very careful. I was living in the city when the first guy took me raw. I brought him home from the bar and he wouldn't play with a condom, so i gave in, and loved every second if it and ended up begging for his load. Even then though, it was a rare occasion. Ten years later, I've finally accepted that I'm just a bb slut. Now I've taken dozens of loads and will only look for guys who play raw. It's bareback only from here on and it feels so good to give in and take loads deep. No going back now.

Lol.. Minivans can definitely be fun.

I only BB in committed long term relationships. I love the feeling on skin on skin breeding. PrEP had been a gift for me. I now only take BB cock.

For ME, a good top is A man who can get hard and stay hard. (Yes, it can and does happen to everyone and I will not hold it against you if it's not often.) A man who knows what he wants and tells you or shows you. I'm not a mind reader. A man who follows through. If you make plans, show up. I'm not cleaning out just to be stood up. Equal parts confidence and humbleness. I want you to be confident in your ability but humble enough to realize you can be replaced. Respect for the bottom (unless disrespect/humiliation is part of the scene. Then respect OUTSIDE the scene.) That's pretty much it. I don't care if they're swinging a horse cock or a little dick. Make me feel good and I'll sing your praises for eternity. If your fuckign style isn't good for me, I'll nudge you in the right direction to make it better for me. If you nudge me in a direction to make it better for you, I'll comply. The goal is to make it good for both, afterall.

I think most of us start out fairly "vanilla", mostly thanks to repressions, both cultural and religious. But the more action we get, the wider our horizons become, we hear about new and exciting sexual acts, some are attracted to them and some aren't. I started fucking guys before hiv came along, and no one fucked with 'rubbers', (save a handful of guys that created some kind of fetish with them). The more guys I fucked, the more I knew - sensed - realized - that I was a bit "special" in my proclivities, and simply accepted that those repressive rules didn't apply to me. I didn't feel guilty about myself then, and never have. It is what it is, so we should take full advantage of whatever rocks our balls, try anything that makes our Cocks hard, and keep moving forward - ever deeper into the thrills - it just keeps getting better and better.

Back in the early 2000's before prep, several cheating BF got a gift and went to share with partners

Always open for bareback! No questions asked. No load refused.

Fort Lauderdale is much more active for piggy sex than Miami. I recommend Slammers in Fort Lauderdale.

part 2 I just broke up with my ex a month before covid came around. I just lived on my own again, just 20 years old, and alone in my new student house. I had my own front door, my own kitchen. Just shared the bathroom through a back door. I was bored and lonely, and Grindr was a great option to spend time on, and get men over to my studio to get fucked, receive raw loads of men i didn't know. That year i received over 100 men over, and got their loads one way or another. never used a condom. knowing: i want to be POZZED. But: I wasn't actively searching. That all changed when i moved to a bigger city, where i did find POZ men living. Met up with a doctor at the hospital, he was poz and willing to get off medication to fuck me raw and hopefully pozzing me. He did, we met up a few times. He found it very difficult to top, since he normally was on the receiving end of things. We had no chemistry at all, BUT we both loved poz verbal talk: "I'm going to shoot this toxic load in you neg little ass" "Yes please! Ive been chasing for too long!" "take this toxic precum, can you feel it sliding in your ass?" He refused to use lube, and just his precum to slide in my raw hole. It was painfull and made me bleed. Even better to get pozzed. A few month later i did get testen, everything came back negative. So needed a new plan... [will be continued]

loving this story, cant wait for more. thanks Pervinmt

The most loads I've ever swallowed was 17. It was my birthday and my mates knew swallowing multiple loads was my fantasy so they all agreed to donate a load, even a couple of my straight mates. They stripped, lined up and masturbated till they were close and one by one they stepped forward and shot their seed in my mouth. I felt fine after. Plus I got to suck off some straight mates - a bonus!

I've walked down the street and thru my hotel lobby, past the desk clerks, with cum in my beard, cum splattered all over my tits - a pearl necklace - and my asscrack gummy with cum. People elbowed each other and pointed to me.

My record is 25 or more (but not quite 30) one night in Rawhide in New Orleans. (It was Southern Decadence, I was younger and cuter, wearing nothing but jeans, cowboy boots ... and I was willing to suck off ANYBODY, even when the crowd changed from Gay professionals on vacation like me to local ghetto thugs.) I went back the next afternoon! and the next night, and the next afternoon, and the next night ... and I did not feel sick from all that cum, though I must admit I wore a lot of it in my beard rather than swallowing all of it. I did get off walking around with it from my beard to my tits. It even seeped down to my bellybutton and filled it to overflowing. ROFL. I was (am) such a fuckin slut! Now back home, I hit the dirty bookstores almost every single day. See how many I can do. Again, I don't get a stomachache or diarrhea. (Now gono in my throat and crabs in my beard? Those are nice and humiliating in the public clinic.)

John felt so out of it when he heard the sound of metal clanking. he was laying on something hard and his arms were stretched in front of him. groggily he tried to stand up but felt his arms and legs held tight and pulling realized he was tied down , arms to the wall in front of him and legs to the floor. The space was so dim and only a dull red light illuminated it. looking up he saw a small mirror and realized his body was completely naked except for a heavy feeling on his junk. Shifting as best he could he heard it clank against the wood of what he was on. John had been around enough to know that this must have been a metal chastity device, his balls were aching already and he was dripping pre still horny from what he could only assume was the night before. He was tied , naked to w wooden table in a room barely bigger than needed, and his bare ass was pushed right up against a wall with a soft breeze hitting him right against his now suddenly realized we hole. John started yelling out and screaming for help and the door to his left opened up with a slam , his face hit with a blinding light as a man entered with a ski mask and slapped him hard in the face. "Shut your fucking trap you shit" the man pulled out a ball gag from a hoodie pocket and forcefully shoved it in his mouth and cinched it tight. Didn't think it would wear off that quickly. good thing no one was here yet.John tried screaming from his now gagged mouth but nothing but muffled moans came out. the man raised his hand and was about to strike again but lowered it. " no reason to hit you again, you'll be punished soon enough. John looked up with fear in his eyes and the man could see it. " you don't know me and you never will, just like you never knew my son. You ruined his life that night, got him drunk and fucked him , leaving him alone and afraid that night. He was raped and got sick. I blame you and its take me this long to find you and exact my revenge. You've had this a long time coming. Walking out and slamming the door john heard a heavy lock being clicked and pulled. the door was sealed and the foot steps outside sounded like they were crunching on dry leaves, walking from his left to behind him slowly, another creaking sound , a door opening and a breeze hit his hole again, the sound of creaking as it shut. Johns eyes bugged out as he realized where he was. A Home made glory hole. in this case a prison and a cage. The mans voice was gruff as he started checking things over aloud. "Marker check, board check, lube check, towels check. Looks like its time to break you in. His belt rattled as he undid his pants. I know your a whore so this will be the only safe cock you'll take tonight you fucker. this is my revenge, and you deserve every , a cock was forced dry into his ass at this point and pushed half way in, fucking, the rest was shoved in, bit of it! the man began hate fucking john, every thrust hard and rough and vengeful, tearing john up as he screamed in agony against the gag, his hole being forced open and abused. what felt like hours of thrusts later he could hear him panting and he pulled out and began stroking before shooting a load all over his now thoroughly used ass. now everyone will believe what i advertised. a horny lonely old man who wants any and every load he can get. No load refused. no matter how toxic. With a snort he walked out the door and slammed the door. he greeted someone walking up as he left. Yeah sluts right in there , yeah man raring to go, no condoms or nothing, never even said a word just moaned the whole time. board in there says to mark down your status when you cum and say it out for him.

Hi, Last time I visited Vienna I went to the Kaiser sauna. I was pleasantly surprised, and I got to get one load and give one load to a mature beefy daddy around 50 yo. I left quite happy, but wondering if there is something more out there? Any recommendations?

Me, a guy from a small christian village in Europe, finally got to move out his conservative parents home to go study on the art academy. I chose the furthest school away, for i knew i had a unfulfilled desire. Ever since I was little, piercings have intrigued me, and i knew i wanted a Prince Albert at age 13. Some years later, i had just turned 16, I went for it. Emailed the only piercings shop that wasn't in another district: "Do you also do genital piercings? And if so, is it a problem im only 16 years old?" The piercer responded; "No problem, come by anytime" So I did, one day after school, i biked 40 minutes very scared to this place. The guy pierced my cock, but clearly didn't have any idea what he was doing. But i was happy, since this was my only chance. + it was the only piercing i could hide from my parents since i still lived at home. Immediately i knew i wasn't done yet, i needed more. more piercings, but also tattoos... Over the years, and far away from my parents i started exploring sexually. Having the Prince Albert, got both nipples pierced, and get met first tattoo. But everytime I checked of a mark of my list, i added a dozen more. More fetishes explored, and more things tried. This led me to a chem sex party, where i slammed for the first time. Now i definitely needed more body modifications. I got more genital piercings, a thick apadravya and a thick ampallang, Jacobs ladder, and guiches added. I started stretching my PA very big, to 1cm or 00G, and watch loads of porn with piercings. Where i saw a guy who's penis looked cut open. His PA had broken. I wanted that look, but didn't want to wait for it to snap. I took a knife and started cutting the skin away, using the thick metal jewellery as a cutting board. The thick metal ring fell on the floor making a load BANG. The blood, i noticed, actually tasted amazing and led me to search for different extreme porn. I watch more and more, lading on silicone filled cocks and balls. Men with huge genital, no way to hide them. One porn star, Jan Losch was my favourite. He made multiple videos, where every time he appeared his balls had grown exponentially. I Noticed he was POZ and it turned me so on: the ultimate body modification, changing your DNA. My next goal was set. [will be continued]

It may be a product of where I live, but I consider myself pretty vanilla when it comes to being gay. I don't really have what most people consider to be kinks or fetishes, however when it comes to the actual sex act I'm all in, if you have a hole I will fuck it, if you are hard you can fuck me. I will do it one on one, in a small group or at an orgy with 100 people and I'm bi so it doesn't really make a difference if they are men or women. It took e 6 years after I lost my virginity to start having sex with other men, and a little over a year after that before I let another man fuck me, but I enjoyed my 1st large group orgy shortly after that and never looked back. All of that happened more than 30 years ago.

I thought he would have been better served by a slightly shorter speech, but he definitely projected vigor and competence. He hit on both topics I agree with and disagree with. I definitely enjoyed watching Mikey squirm when he covered topics that tracked much closer to the traditional Republican positions than the MAGA parties current positions that have been handed down by decree of His Orange Hindness and can no longer even be debated within the Republican Party. There were a lot of policies to cover that meet that criteria, and most of those positions no doubt angered the far left wing of his own party as much as it angered the MAGA.

44 loads overnight at MAL. So far, that's my record. It was heaven! My hole was deliciously gaped and tender and flooded!

I also hung out in the streets / alleys around leather bars in London, cruised the guys going in. Had a leather jacket at 16, chaps at 17, by which time I was introduced into the Cellar Bar.

As a top … I like the idea of locking a sub in chastity… But, conversely to what the bottoms on this thread seem to be looking for.. I would unlock my bottom during sex-not that he would be allowed to touch himself- but I like seeing a bottom rock hard when he is getting fucked … bonus points if he cums hands free while getting fucked … but whether he does or doesn’t- he gets locked up again after the fuck - so I know he can’t play with himself hopefully keeping him horny so that he is begging to get fucked again

Same. There wasn't some magical threshold when the pain stopped and bliss began: it just hurt like hell the entire time and left me very sore the next day. The entire experience made me feel degraded, but in a way my young self could never have really understood, the degradation itself became a thrill that I would actively seek out.

It’s a scam. Do the math. That’s $3.57 per cock per hour. $500 is what you could expect to pay for a long session with one hung sex worker top. if it was real the price would be thousands and thousands of dollars. just find a sex worker in your area who is real and not a scam. or better yet get on BBRT and sniffies, put your pussy in the air and find some local tops who need to drain their balls without any money changing hands. Win win.

All I can say is thank you, your work is amazing

Hello, I love sex trips!! I actually just completed another of my trips to Berlin 😊 and decided to overnight in London on the way home, to enjoy the Naked Party at Vault 139. Not being one to do much online, I consider sex trips to be enjoying venues a location has to offer for sex, such as bars with back rooms, special sex parties, saunas, adult book stores and etc. I too used to travel to different locations around the USA for weekend sex trips, especially Cumunion parties. And though I would enjoy other things the cities had to offer, such as good restaurants and even some tourist attractions on occasion, the primary purpose for those trips was for the SEX. Now that the USA scene seems to be getting blander, I frequent Fort Lauderdale for weekend trips; 321 Slammer is the main attraction! Now that I think about it, many international destinations to which I have traveled have had an added benefit of having a good sex scene, adding to the attraction. I suppose those were partial sex trips. chiilfuck

Trump supporter

Lucifer is quite the friendly fellow...

Fuuck yeah alpha that’s what my jockpussy gets like gaped af after multiple alphas have nut up my faghole. Hmu to chew out my cumsloppy jockcunt alpha.

2. The Perfect Slave Jesse’s reading a book on a chaise lounge by the pool, but he keeps losing his place. The shirtless pool man—most definitely a man, not a pool boy—glances his way a couple of times from the far end of the pool. This guy has to be, Jesse thinks, one of the most ruggedly handsome men he’s ever seen, even from this distance. Slim waist, washboard abs, broad shoulders, longish sun-lightened brown hair, scruffy beard with a full mustache and hairy sideburns, and chest hair that aches to have a hand run through it. He’s mister fantasy cowboy in gym short instead of chaps. No, more like one of those perfect guys in magazine ads for expensive watches or name-brand colognes—water beaded on sculpted pecs—pictures he jerked off to back in his Long Island bedroom. The pool man squats holding his pH testing tubes up to the sun, his lats glisten with sweat, a tuft of black hair under his arm, muscular butt fills out his black gym shorts, thighs taut in a crouch, calves flexed, extra-large bare feet. Satisfied with the pH levels, he dumps the tube's liquid on the deck. He snaps up his kit and returns it to the shed where vacuum hoses, chlorine canisters, and other paraphernalia of his trade are kept. Jesse shoves his face back in his book searching for where he left off. Absently he runs a hand over his newly-buzzed scalp. He’s totally caught off guard when the pool man calls over to him, “Hey, Cue-ball, what’cha readin’?” The pool man closes the shed doors and saunters around the pool in a stride that conveys supreme confidence. An unmistakable oscillation in his gym shorts leaves no question as to why he’s so confident. He sits on the edge of the adjoining chaise across from Jesse, folds his hands in front of him, elbows on knees leaning forward, the bare tip of foreskin peeking out from a leg of his loose silk shorts. “Looks dirty.” Jesse feels his face flush as he again runs his hand self-consciously over his shaved head (a late night inspiration of Mr. McPherson's, reluctantly agreed to by him before he was allowed to go off to his quarters). In a way the buzz cut gives him a feeling of renewal, but he’s still getting used to it. Jesse flips the book around and inspects the two Tom of Finland men fucking on the cover. Trying to sound casual, he reads aloud the title: "The Perfect Slave." “’Hah!” croaks the man. “Mac gave you a manual?” “I dunno. It was in my room," Jesse says, squinting into the sun. "I think it's just a made-up story.” He only now notices some disturbing welts on the man’s wide shoulders he hadn't seen from far away. “All the books in my room are about slaves and masters and junk. Some of them are really nasty, but this one not so much.” Jesse feels the man studying him. His dark olive eyes land on Jesse’s underwear. Shading his brow, curious to get a better look at the man, he sits up on the chaise and asks, “Is 'Mac' Mr. McPherson?” “Mac is what me and Tommy call him, yeah." He reaches out to shake hands. His big mitt fully engulfs Jesse's small paw. "I'm Eros." His grip is really strong, leaving Jesse’s hand a little sore. “Don’t tell anyone," he whispers conspiratorially, "but my name’s really Eric, but Mac and Dante had other ideas. So Eros it is! Me and Tommy are in the shack down by the walkway.” “I’m Jesse. But Cue-ball sounds about right,” Jesse says, grinning. “Yeah, I seen the shack. Looks small for two guys.” “S’okay. Works for me and Mr. T—Tommy. T does the gardening, I do the pool. Sometimes we do Mac and Dante. Sometimes they do us,” Eros explains with a broad smile. He’s taken aback by something else he didn’t see from far away: Eros has a few missing teeth. He assumes with his flawless frame and face he'd be perfect—Jesse scans his furry six-pack abs, his cut arms and legs, his brown hair he’s putting into a ponytail—but up close he can pick out minor oddities: a bruise under an eye, the nervous clenching and unclenching of his jaw, two grisly scars along his right wrist, more than a few nasty purple bruises inside the crook of his arms and a nasty one on his ankle. “So what’s Mac’s book teaching you about being a perfect slave?” Eros asks, nodding at the book. “It's just a dumb story. Um, I haven’t read that much." "What's it about?" Eros leans back, his black armpit hair sticks out, glistening with sweat from the earlier pool vacuuming. Jesse bets this man doesn’t trim anything. "So far? I guess it’s about these two guys who meet this older master, and one of them gets scared and runs off. But in a couple of months, because he didn't hear from his friend, the guy who ran off gets worried and goes back to the master’s house and sees the master has trained his friend to be like the perfect slave." Eros looks at him intensely, like no one has ever looked at him before. It makes him nervous and he begins chattering faster. "Like, I don't know, like he didn’t even know his friend anymore. Like his friend was completely buff now, and, like, worked out every minute and had this totally shredded body, but he isn’t all there.” Jesse taps his temple. He sees that Eros is looking up at Mr. McPherson's window. “That’s as far as I....” his voice trails off. “Sounds oddly familiar,” Eros says, distracted. Jesse looks up and sees Mr. McPherson opening the balcony door—naked, per usual, he’s come to realize. “Jesse," he calls down. "You ought to put on a cap. There should be several in your closet. And Eros, tell Tommy there’s a shipment of plants I want him to pick up at the dock.” “Aye-aye, Cap'n,” Eros calls back up to him. “I’ll let him know.” Mr. McPherson thanks him, gives him a mock salute, and goes back inside. Eros looks sideways at Jesse, and flashes a provocative wink. “Your shoulders are getting a little red, my man. I have sunscreen in my shack. Come over and I’ll do your shoulders. You're back could probably use some too.” Jesse grins, replies, “Aye-aye, Eros.” He likes that Eros doesn’t even ask if he wants him to put sunscreen on him, just assumes he would. He guessed right. Eros leaves by the side gate and Jesse goes in his studio to look for a hat. He opens his closet and, sure enough, several caps line the top shelf. He picks up a black leather one, tries it on and, in the full length mirror on the back of the door, likes what he see: a guy he imagines looks a little tough, with kind of a butch air that Eros might like. It’s certainly better than his stupid lightbulb head. Satisfied, he comes back outside into the bright sunlight, exits through the same gate Eros used, and bounds down the shady walkway. It’s cool under the canopy of trees. Waves brake softly on the other side of the dunes. A chorus of chickadees and wrens peep and chirp from the branches above him. He passes a trickling fountain set in the middle of a koi pond on his right, close to the house. In the dark water fat speckled gold and ruby red carp swim, burbling up their large mouths to the surface before plunging down into the green mossy depths. Following the walkway downhill, a faded pink shack lies on his left before the walkway veers off to the boat dock. In front of the house, Eros chats with a slim blond guy. This presumably is Tommy. Smaller than Eros but definitely defined, the guy has a scraggly beard and is clipping low branches off a large oak as they talk. He’s in ripped denim cutoffs, work boots, no shirt, and is covered in tattoos from ankles to neck. He stops mid-snip when he sees Jesse. “Cue-ball,” Eros hollers at him. “Come meet T.” Jesse approaches tentatively. There’s something sketchy in the way T’s eyeing him. He’s staring at Jesse’s underwear for starters and that makes him suddenly self-conscious. The guy’s blond hair is stringy, long and unkempt like he never met a comb. There doesn’t look like there’s an inch of skin not covered on his chest and arms. As he approaches he notices not even a single finger is without some kind of mark or symbol on it. Across his chest and arms, skulls, top-hatted skeletons, names and words, and a lot of angry animals vie for room on his torso: a roaring lion, a panthers with bloody claws that cling to his ribs, a growling wolf, a snapping shark, a gnarly octopus reaches his tentacles into his cutoffs. Some are poorly drawn, kind of amateurish, some unfinished, like an eight ball on his neck seems to have been abandoned half-way through. One tattoo, however, has Jesse mesmerized: a realistically drawn twelve-inch wooden ruler, one exactly like he'd had in St. Teresa’s Catholic school, one he’d gotten his knuckles rapped more than once for talking back to Sister Helena. It’s accurate right down to the yellow-brown wood grain, with numbered markings down the side notched by eighths of an inch. It travels from the T’s wrist to the crook of his arm. “Like what you see, friend?” Tommy asks, sneering at Jesse whose mouth gapes like one of the carp in the pond. The guy pulls out a pack of Marlboros and lights up. “He sure is a biddy one, in’t he?” he remarks to Eros. “He Mac’s new chew toy?” He blows out the match and flicked it toward Jesse. "You the new chew toy, boy?" “Suppose he is. But he looks right size to me. A pretty pup—” Eros plucks the smoke from Tommy’s mouth, takes a drag and returns it, playfully cuffing Tommy’s chin. “And that’s a fact. Don’t mind him, Cue-ball. He was raised by a pack of wolves so don’t know no better. Takes him a while to warm up, but he eventually does. You just have to scratch his belly.” Eros overpowers T, surprising him, wrapping his arm around his waist and tickles his ribs. Tommy’s doesn’t seem like someone prone laughter and hates it when Eros does this. He tries to feign anger but enjoys Eros' riling nonetheless, shouting, "The fuck off me, motherfucker," pushing Eros away forcefully enough to send the big guy to his butt into the ground ivy. "Asshole," he says, trying to regain his composure while suppressing a smirk. He pushes back his hair and manages to regain his initial scowl, which appears to be his go-to expression. Jesse notices, though, against this tough guy shell, his alert blue eyes, wide smile forced out by Eros, his button nose and apple cheeks, his features fight the supposed gruff guy exterior. Without the tats, scowl and maybe a haircut, he could be the boy next door, the one that dated your sister but snuck into your room late at night and fucked you silly. Where’d that idea come from, Jesse wonders? It’s from the book, it dawns on him, the character that ran away. Weird. Still, it doesn’t make him like Tommy any better. He’s nobody’s chew toy. Tommy feels Jesse staring at him, probably judging him. He spits out, “So Mac fuck you like you never been fucked before, am I right?” Somehow, even after wrestling with Eros, he manages to keep his cigarette parked in the side of his mouth. He coolly takes a draw and calmly exhales with popping smoke rings. Jesse stiffens his lower lip not wanting to respond. Tommy leans his clippers against the tree, saying, “That’s what I thought. Your bow legs give you away.” He turns to Eros who glares at him from the ground. “Tell Mac I’ll bring the plants back in the golf cart." “Sure thing, Oscar,” Eros says, getting up and brushing dirt off his butt. “What you say to me?” Tommy snarls at Eros. Eros rises to his full height, towering over Tommy. “I said, sure thing…Oscar.” The two stare each other down, frozen like statues. Finally, Tommy flicks his cigarette into Eros’ chest and then leaps onto the walkway. As he disappears behind an overgrown thicket of blackberries, he yells back to Jesse, "Awesome cap." Eros brushed off the remaining dirt. “Well, that's T to a T." “Why’d he get so pissed when you called him Oscar?” "Oscar who lived in a garbage can? Well, when I first met T he was living out of a dumpster. Well, he didn't actually live in the dumpster, exactly.” Eros thinks about it for a second. “But pretty much. He don’t like being reminded of those days." Eros looks off in the direction of the dock. "Believe me, he's not always a dick, even if he seems like one.” He hops up on the walkway pulling Jesse up after him. “If you say so.” They follow an offshoot from the main walkway to the shack. “No, really. He’s a good guy. We've been together a long time,” Eros says, searching his pockets and pulling out a key. “How long?” “Dunno. Long time.” Eros seems cagey about the subject. “See, I want to be a tattoo artist. Not much use for a pool guy in winter, right? And I don't wanna be stuck here forever. T's been letting me practice on him. Gives me an idea and I go on Mac's computer and find a stencil." He unlocks the door and stops in the doorway. "Maybe you let me practice on you sometime.” “Maybe,” Jesse returns, noncommittally. Eros motions for Jesse to come in. “Lasciate ogne speranza!” he melodramatically recites. To Jesse’s ear it’s such incredibly bad Italian he barks out a laugh, but quickly returns in equally feigned seriousness, “Voi ch’intrate,” as he goes through the door. “Say what?” Eros snorts, confused but somewhat miffed at Jesse's suspected snub in what sounded like pretty authentic Italian. He doesn’t like not having the upper hand. “It’s the rest of the line from The Inferno, ‘Abandon all hope…ye who enter here’,” Jesse explains. “The nuns loved to scare us with all that nine circles of hell crap. And my grandpa…when I was little, he lived with us—never spoke one word of English—it was one of the only books he brought over with him. He use to read it to me. I remember crying one time cause he got so carried away with the devil part. He distracted me by having us watch some wrestling match. Became our Friday ritual." Jesse glances at Eros. “Bruno Sammartino, God he loved him. You look like him a little. If you had a bigger nose.” He’s rambling because, whether he knows it or not, he’s so goddamn envious of what he see looking around the shack. "It’s not exactly what I expected hell to look like,” he says, trying to make a joke of it. The shack’s small, but a perfect breeze flows through the many windows. The forest might as well be part of the room. Dappled light plays across the lacquered floorboards. A worn wooden counter runs along one wall, next to a sink with a little round mirror hanging on a string, a mini-fridge and a hot plate. Across from the counter a gray futon lies on the floor, a beat-up dresser next to it. “Funny. Hmm. I still haven’t met him yet. Dante,” Jesse remarks, absorbing the life he feels in here. “Didn’t know there was a second line.” Eros’ face has clouded over, like a rainstorm approaching. “That’s all Dante said when he showed me the place the first time. Lasciate ogne speranza.” Paraphernalia’s strewn on the dresser includes a packet of cigarettes, a glass pipe in a ceramic ashtray, lighter, several cellophane baggies of white powder, and a dozen or so orange capped syringes. Eros notes Jesse freeze when he sees the needles. "Thought T had cleaned up," he says. Jesse feels the weight of Eros staring at him again. A tense silence shrouds the room since he’d spied the syringes. Jesse instinctively goes to the opposite corner of the room to examine some pornographic stencils thumbtacked to the closet door. “Yeah, maybe you could do that—give me a tattoo. Like, two stars maybe, here and here," he says, pointing to his hip bones. "I always seen that on porn guys—not that I think I’m a porn guy.” Studiously he examines a stencil of a very phallic looking snake. “Not really me. Awhile back I got a fish tattooed on my ankle. Cause I’m Pisces.” He angles his foot to show Eros, who’s cooling looking at him. Jesse points to the scorpion tattoo on the back of Eros’ hand. “You’re Scorpio, right? I bet that hurt, tattoo on bones and all.” Eros keeps quietly staring at him. "Pisces and Scorpies get along real good," he babbles, suddenly hearing what an idiot he sounds like. He becomes quiet waiting for Eros to say something. One of the bamboo blinds catches a breeze, and unrolls with a snap against the windowsill. Jesse winces. Eros goes over and ties back up the blind. “The scorpion means something else.” Eros seems about to add more, but changes his mind. The earlier mood has been deflating by the second since they entered. Jesse's shoulders begin to sag. Eros tells him, “Sit or lay down and I’ll do your shoulders, so you can get back to your slave book.” Jesse think for a second about just leaving—about crying, actually—but instead kneels onto the futon and then lays down. Eros pauses, then asks, "You want skivvies on or off?” Without a second’s thought, Jesse pulls off his underwear. He hears Eros above him hold his breath before suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ A, boy! That is the whitest ass I’ve ever seen!” Eros can’t help himself now. He’s escalated to braying! “C’mon, you’re blinding me, kid! Where’s my fuckin’ sunglasses?” Fucking donkey, Jesse thinks, but keeps it to himself. Eros remains genuinely committed to ridicule. The longer it goes on the more Jesse can’t help but start to break down his defensiveness. It's probably more relief than belief that his white ass is as hysterical as Eros’ guffaws make it out. But still it makes him titter at Eros under his armpit. In return the pool man he'd met back on the chaise returns an expansive, tooth-gapped grin. It’s funny and stupid and meaningless all at the same time. Eros plops on the futon to his left and draws an ‘S’ with the suntan lotion down his back all the way to his tailbone. Eros gives out a few last blurts, but he’s getting into his task. The boy’s smooth back and bubble butt, white as it is, also helps. A little cold dribble trails from Jesse’s coccyx into his crack. Eros massages the lotion over Jesse's back, kneading his shoulder with a firm grip. Jesse melts into the futon. The strong musk of two men wafts up from the pillow. He tries to ignore it as best he can lest he spring an immediate boner. Eros forcefully applies pressure over his back and slides greasy hands along the sides of his ribcage. “Fuck, Eros, you’re great at this,” he says. He’s beginning to feel like putty in the rugged man’s hands—which kind of is the plan of him coming to the shack, well, before he’d encountered Tommy. “Folks say I’m the best." Eros grazes his hairy chest over Jesse’s back with the excuse of rubbing lotion on Jesse’s extended right arm. "And not just putting on sunscreen,” he brags shamelessly. He glides slippery lotion around each of Jesse’s butt cheeks, then draws a line down each of his legs, rubbing it in and around the sides of his thighs. “Your legs are so smooth. Mac shave you last night?” he asks softly, massaging his left calve, then running his palm inside his thigh stopping as he brushes Jesse’s taint. Between the smell of Eros and Tommy buried in the pillow and Eros’ increasing erotic touch, Jesse feels an inevitable erection coming on. He shifts his hips for a second to free his hardening dick, but the move coincides with Eros’ gliding his fingers close enough to Jesse’s crack that it causes a slight detour. Eros’ pinky and ring fingers slip easily inside Jesse’s sloppy butthole. The boy can’t help but yelp in instant surprise overlapping with pleasure. Eros smiles to himself and keeps massaging, as if spreading lotion always involved sticking fingers up someone’s ass. “You’re lucky,” Eros says, not losing a beat. He puts his full weight into Jesse's thighs, wrapping his hand under to massage the top side of his leg along with the back. Jesse’s smooth balls get their share of Eros’ furry fingers grazing his testicles. “Hair’s always getting caught up wherever, when I’m getting greased." His hands slip under both sides of Jesse's pelvis. Then, in an opposite motion, Eros presses down with the heels of his hands pulling Jesse’s ass cheeks apart. "Your hole is smooth, too, I bet,” Eros says, examining his sphincter. A dollop of spit drools onto the hole and then a finger follows up. “Yep. You’ll never need to shave that pretty bung hole. That's an A-1 puckerer if even I saw one. And that’s no lie.” Jesse doesn’t know how to respond, but knows he doesn’t want Eros to stop. “Thank you?” Jesse weakly proposes in his state of arousal. Eros released another string of spit collecting in the crevice. “Mmm,” Jesse murmurs. Giving into desire, he pushes out his ring so it opens slightly. Eros uses his finger to swirl his saliva around the small opening. Like an undulating worm, his index finger crawls inside the entrance, eliciting a deep moan from Jesse. Eros licks his other fingers, and slides his full palm inside. Once he feels Jesse accepts his hand, he rocks in and out. “You like that, baby?” Jesse groans a deep, gratifying affirmative. With Jesse’s hole submitting, Eros tries a couple of fingers from his other hand. Now six fingers occupy Jesse’s hole. Jesse can’t help but grunt as Eros pulls open his ring from side to side, massaging both inside and outside the hole. Eros lets drop another large dollop of spit that seeps down into the gaped opening. Jesse whimpers as Eros has three fingers from each hand now pulling his sphincter apart. Eros rocks his fingers in and out, pulling the interior walls in opposite directions. He lowers himself just above the boy’s ear, “How’s that for you? You want me to keep going?” “Yesssss,” Jesse wheezes, pressing his ass up into Eros’ expert hands. “Fuck, Eros, Mr. McPherson gave you the right name.” Eros withdraws one hand and with his other adds his pinky finger into Jesse's open butt, immediately following up with the whole palm of his other hand. “Two hands, eight fingers, kiddo. Mac really opened you up nicely. Your hole is really hungry, isn’t it, baby?” Jesse affirms, mm-hm. “Did he fist you?” “No. But I've always fantasized about it.” The shack is quiet for some time as Eros feels inside Jesse's body, pulling his ass apart, spying deep into his colon. With his face smooshed into the bed, Jesse confesses, "I seen a lot of fisting on the internet and I always wanted to be a guy that rides a fist." "From my experience, it's mostly a psychological barrier." Eros’ palms turn one way then the other, causing all kinds of grunts to erupt out of Jesse. “Got my scorpie stinger fully inside you, buddy, but I don’t know if you’re ready to take a fist as big as mine. I got extremely big paws and they don’t collapse. Mac and Dante can take 'em but more than likely a first timer’s a no-go." "No. Keep going, Eros," Jesse urges, face muffled in the pillow, fully enraptured by Eros’ and Tommy’s scent, loving the sensation of this hot man inside his rectum. "Okay, I’ll go slow and you tell me if it starts to hurt.” He pulls his hand out, opening the bottom dresser drawer and gets out a can of grease. He applies a heaping amount over his hand and pushes some inside Jesse's hole. He slips two fingers back in and, with the pads of his fingers, coats the walls as far into the kid’s rectum as he’s able. He slides four fingers in fairly easily, but at the web between his finger and thumb the boy flinches. He tries again, slower this time, but Jesse recoils with a cry in the futon. "Baby, you're probably sore from last night. You might need a break." Jesse turns on his side not ashamed to show Eros' how his hand has turned him on. His rigid cock points straight up, his newly upgraded 6 gauge P.A. falls heavily to the side. “Look at you with your hard on and P.A.,” Eros chuckles, giving the ring a tug. "Maybe you can use just your dick then," Jesse suggests, helpfully. He’s never wanted a man inside him like this before. Mr. McPherson definitely opened his floodgates. The door swings open and Tommy returns home. Jesse quickly turns onto the futon burying his hard-on together with his not-well-thought-out plan. Tommy absorbs the scene, and begins washing dirt off his hands. “Hey, don’t let me stop you." He turns off the water and picks up a towel. "Awesome P.A., chew toy,” he teases, playfully smirking. Eros’ cock is tenting his shorts. He says to Tommy, “What do you think, T? My man, here, wants to take his first fist and we all know my big mitt is to too much for a newbie." “Eros!” Jesse quickly interjects, “I thought it was just you and me." "I’m hurt, kid," Tommy says, disingenuously, finishing drying his hands. “You cut me deep. Maybe all I wanna do is watch Eros rip apart a punk's fuckhole.” Jesse has his face buried in the futon. Eros sticks two fingers into Jesse butt. Jesse grabs his hand and yanks it out. This makes Eros growl and slap his ass, hard. Jesse yelps and sits against the wall, his hard-on still completely rigid. Jesse pouts, his arms wrapped around his knees, his balls hiding his butthole. “I think,” says Eros slowly to Tommy, “my man came here to get his first fist, and Mr. T, with his human-size mitts, is the perfect one for cherry popping.” Jesse bites his lower lip, considers his options, seeing Tommy eyeing him, waiting to see what he has to say. “Maybe he don’t wanna fist me,” he says. “He don’t even like me.” Tommy studies Jesse, takes in Eros' bulging shorts, and sniggers, “I like you okay, but I'm more interesting in fisting you.” He jumps down next to Jesse and plays with his P.A. Seeing the boy sitting there compromised, maybe a bit humiliated, but at the same time defiant, brings out some empathy for the punk. “Sorry ‘bout earlier,” T says, still toying with his P.A. “Sometimes I'm an asshole—sometimes a dick. You caught me being both." He takes a bead of pre-cum off Jesse's ring and licks it. "How’s ‘bout me and Eros get naked with you, smoke a peace pipe, and see where that goes,” Tommy says, the forest light catching his blue eyes, teeth shining beneath sandy blond whiskers. He unbuttons his cutoffs, and slips them over his work boots, revealing a growing hard-on beneath a shaved but colorful crotch. Where the pubes would be, the smooth area is dominated by a red and black demon tattoo whose mouth ends with Tommy's dick sprouting out like a big pink tongue. “How’s that sound, Chewbacca?" The proposition persuades; the demon dick seals the deal. Jesse nods his head excitedly. Eros brings over a full bowl and lighter. They sit cross-legged in a circle passing around the glass pipe. Tommy shows Jesse how to shotgun, and once he gets the hang of it, he shotguns Eros and Eros shotguns Tommy. After the pipe makes a few rounds, Eros strips off his shorts springing to life his dark, fat uncut cock, its pink head poking through monumental foreskin. He lays Jesse on the mattress and dry humped his hairy torso against Jesse smooth body. Tommy tilts the pair to their sides and takes up frotting Jesse from the back. Sandwiched Jesse writhes in heaven. Eros goes down on Jesse, and Jesse almost loses his mind. The rough beard and mustache tortures his skin. He twists his head around and sticks his mouth on Tommy, then urges Tommy to get higher up the bed so he can suck his demon dick. Close up, he sees the pantheon of small experimental tattoos Eros has created. All are filthy and beautiful. Hairy gorilla-men with huge cocks and giant nipples, fucking, sucking, eating ass, bald demons fist-fucking startled, orgasming boys, phallic aliens spurting fountains of cum, men transforming into wolves, bears into men, men into beasts. Tommy’s pelvis is a temple of perversion. Jesse ogles them all, touching each degenerate image. He sees bravery in Tommy putting his imagination and desires on permanent display, how much he doesn’t give a shit what the world thinks of him or his desires. He wants to be like him, wants Eros to carve images like those into him, too. He sucks on the demon tongue, getting Tommy fully aroused, showing him he can swallow his demon to its root. And Tommy’s fine with that, pressing the kid’s head against his pubic bone, skullfucking him hard. Images come alive to Jesse as he accepts Tommy’s cock down his throat. He gags only a few times, and each time it makes Tommy more excited. Jesse’s mind wanders as he’s sucking cock. The illustrated performance of degenerate acts becomes a roadmap of where he wants to travel and how to get there. He grabs Tommy’s hand—the one with the wooden ruler—and puts it between his legs, shoving it into his crack and grinds on it. Jesse releases Tommy’s rod and relaxes against Eros’ chest. Tommy lifts a leg, Eros lifts his other and inches them back against the wall. Both legs in the air, Jesse’s puckering hole now fully exposed, Tommy touches it was a dollop of grease. "Give him some amyl," Tommy suggests, holding one of Jesse legs while Eros fumbles with the dresser drawer and takes out a wooden box. He opens it and brings out a capsule. Jesse looks up to Eros curiously. "It’s like poppers only stronger,” Eros assures him. “Don’t worry. I got ya." Eros breaks a capsule under Jesse nose and tells him to breathe deep. Jesse obeys and feels his morality shed like snake skin. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he breathes, as Tommy pushes in a ball of grease. It feels incredibly slimy and he feels incredibly sleazy—loving this new state of mind. "Aw, shit, man. Yeah! Stick that shit up my ass," he bellows. "Hey Tommy, I think he likes it," Eros gloats, pulling Jesse’s legs farther apart. Tommy knits his brow and pushes in more grease, making sure it fully coats Jesse rectum. Four fingers easily slide in, as Jesse’s anal nerve endings catch fire. He melts back into Eros' pelt, and runs his peach fuzz cheek against his fur, running his fingers up to the man’s powerful shoulders, then down through Eros' armpits. He slathers the wetness he finds there across his palm, holds the man’s scent to his nose, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. He savors the acrid taste, at the same time giving Tommy more access to his guts. He feels his ass being probed and stretched by a knowing hand. The amyl seduces his mind, surrendering to these two experts, craving their control and wanting them to mold him in the fashion they were molded. The more perverse the better. "Up to the fleshy part of my thumb,” reports Tommy. His other hand slowly strokes his hard-on. "Three big hits,” Eros says. “Ready?" He breaks a second capsule and holds Jesse tightly, holding the chemical under his nose, getting a heady waft of it himself. Jesse feels lightheaded, swoons after the third huff, tries to avoid any more by tilting his head away, but Eros hold his head fast, not allowing him to move. He orders Jesse to keep inhaling and to hold it until he, Eros, permits him to release. Jesse holds it in. Obeying Eros is instinctual. His mind reels with obscene thoughts of what he wants Eros and T to do to him. Most of all he wants Tommy’s hand to impale his hole. Eros tells him can exhale. Jesse is wild as he draws breath. "Yeah, fist my hole open, T. Wreck it, wreck my hole!" Tommy's hand slides in as Jesse yowls, his sphincter squeezing the fleshy part of Tommy’s hand, which of course pushes Tommy’s hand in deeper, quickly slurping up to the wrist inside the burning virgin cavern. "That's it, good job," Eros murmured in his ear, holding his legs with his forearms, lightly playing with his nipples. But a sudden panic flares up inside Jesse’s bowels. His body sets off alarm bells with the realization of a large foreign object now resides inside his body. "Take it out. Get it out," he wails, clamping his asshole. "Dude, I can't. Relax. You're squeezing too hard. Give him another cap, Eros." Eros scoops up another amyl, breaks it and holds Jesse's head firmly until he feels the boy surrender in his arms. "Enjoy it, baby,” he growls seductively. “Feel T's hand inside you. It's a man's hand that has you. Feel how he controls you with the slightest movement of his fingers." Tommy enacts exactly what Eros is saying as he says it. “Feel how T’s touching the most intimate parts of your body. It’s your virginity being deflowered.” On cue, Tommy twists his hand feeling the vast internal wall of the boy’s rectum, feeling the heat and wetness of this enraptured creature under his control. “Feel,” Eros whispers, “how he can twirl a finger and tease parts of you open that have never been touched. You can’t stop him even if you wanted. I’m holding you open and T is probing you. And, besides, you don’t want it to stop.” “I don’t,” Jesse gasps in complete agreement. “The fucker’s really opening,” Tommy says, feeling a new depth he can get to. Feeling his hand reach the proper depth, he starts curling his fingers toward his palm. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. T, what are you doing?" Jess asks incredulously, not being able to see anymore, only feeling the strangest sensation of Tommy doing something inside him, a feeling he never in a millions years could imagine. "What is that?" "I'm rolling my hand into a ball.” He pauses: mission accomplished. “You've got your first fist in you, dude. You’ve taken my fist. How's that feel, motherfucker?" Tommy watches any strain melt from Jesse face, as he slowly rotates his fist inside the kid's body. "You like being my hand puppet, Chewbacca? Huh?" He pulses it only slightly to let the kid know he’s got total control of his bowels. "Yeah. I wanna be your meat puppet, T," Jesse confesses, opening his eyes, taking Tommy in for first time since taking his hand. He looks up into Eros' face. "I've got T's fist in me, Eros. Fuck, it’s so fuckin’ good," he rasps, as Tommy twists it back and forth. He feels Tommy starting to pull out. He pleads, emphatically, "No, no, no. Leave it in." Tommy releases it back in. Jesse runs a finger down Tommy's forearm tracing the inches of the ruler to see how far in he is. Tommy sees what he was after. "I'm in two inches, fucker," he says, stroking his cock. "Fuck," is all Jesse can say in amazement. Eros exchanges a look with Tommy. Tommy nods. Eros lays Jesse back on the mattress and breaks another amyl under the boy’s nose. Jesse put up no resistance. His arms fall open like he’s on a crucifix. He relishes how far away he is, how good he feels, breathes in the amyl over and over, getting completely lost in the gauze of his mind. He’s the Good Thief on the cross. He’s a Roman soldier. He’s the spear that’s piercing him. He’s entered the first circle of Hell and loving it. Tommy opens his hand, pulls it out slightly, then slides it back in. Jesse grabs his knees and mutters fuck me over and over. Tommy and Eros give each other knowing smile. Tommy slowly works up to piston-fisting without ever coming out of the boy’s chute. He notes how much of the broadest part of his hand can stretch apart the boy’s hole. He coolly observes how much Jesse is getting off on being stretched. Feeling his power and control over the kid, Tommy rock hard cock leaks pre-cum. Eros approvingly watches T getting ready to use Jesse’s hole. He sees him bend over the kid and helps him to lube up his rigid pole. Tommy pumps his hand to the fleshiest part of his palm, where he expands Jesse’s hole to its maximum stretch. Jesse relishes the stretch now, grimacing at first, but slowly coming round to desiring this sensation. Once Tommy knows Jesse is able to take the full stretch, he inserts his hand deep, opens his palm inside the hole, leaving his thinner wrist at the entrance. Slowly he eases in his erection next to his wrist and the stretched hole begins to accept the added flesh. Eros break yet another cap under Jesse’s nostrils then shares it with Tommy. He savors Jesse's expression of submission to his man: the boy’s eyes staring into the distance, mouth agape, as Tommy presses his hand and cock deep inside the boy’s hole. Eros strokes himself, too, as witness to the lust of these two beasts heaving in exaltation. Tommy feels his cock inching toward the palm of his hand, feels it slide into his grip, then starts rocking his cock back and forth in his palm. As he masturbated inside the boy, his cockhead expands even larger, his cockhead engorged by his tight grip. His cockhead flattens until he feels it pop through his thumb and finger, into the viscous, fleshy canal beyond, with Jesse blasting out a rapturous cry. Jesse’s overwhelmed by new sensations: first, the additional stretch being asked of sphincter, enjoying that Tommy, a man he hardly knows, is pulling him apart—this hot, tattooed dirt bag douchebag is fisting the shit out of him; and second, the size of the fist had increased, not painfully but noticeably. But he was also aware of a new rhythmic throbbing of an internal piston, something familiar yet combined with stimuli he can’t grasp. Opening his eyes, sees Tommy above his body humping him. He puts it together, first in a burst of panic, but then aware his body has already accepted and, more, is enjoying the fuck out of it. He speaks directly to Tommy above him, "Yeah, jerk off in me, T. Fuck my guts. Shoot your cum and breed me, sir." Hearing sir triggers something in Tommy and he explodes, quaking his body into his hand and inside Jesse’s hole, flooding this scumbag motherfucking chew toy with copious amounts of his tainted seed. He pinches his cockhead buried inside the fucker, squeezing out his swimmers, causing him pleasure and increasing shudders of post-climactic distress that he doesn’t want to end. Eros plants his mouth on Tommy and they make out over the writhing boy beneath. As Tommy empties the last of his load, he looks down, saying, “Open.” Jesse opens his mouth and Tommy hocks a wad of spit into his mouth. Tommy dislodges his cock and is slowly extracting his hand when Eros grabs him by the wrist. "No way, dude," he snarls. Tommy kneels to the side, hand still firmly lodged inside Jesse's cum-covered guts. Eros rubs the foreskin of his large emerging cockhead against Tommy lubed wrist. The foreskin slowly slides its way alongside Tommy’s wrist. Tommy watches Eros' body dominate the kid’s small frame, feels the pressure build at the boy’s resisting hole as even further girth is demanded to stretch open his sphincter. Eros' stone-hard cock is no match for Jesse. He breaks the entrance with Jesse giving a sharp gasp. The girth of Eros combined with the volume of the hand is too much for Jesse. He tosses his head in rejection and pushes at Eros’ chest. Eros holds the boy’s head in his hands, his eyes boring into Jesse’s, wresting control of his will. Jesse realizes he can’t resist Eros, nor—in his heart—does he want to, and accepts his manhood, with Tommy's hand stroking the tip back and forth inside him. Eros waits for an outward sign of the boy’s surrender. Jesse’s mouth opens, and Eros spits in it. Eros slides more of his shaft deeper into Tommy's waiting hand making Jesse inhale in distress. "So fucking hot, boy, getting jacked inside you with my man’s hand." His deep voice seduces him, overrunning his resistance, overturning every red flag his body throws out. Jesse cringes, takes a breath, then parts his leg wider so Eros can dive all the way to his thick black bush. He feels Eros’ wiry hairs scratching his hairless balls. Tommy forces back Eros’ foreskin, and Jesse feels this enormous cockhead infiltrating his intestine, the girth like nothing he's ever felt. "Try to push us out," Eros instructs Jesse as he impales him. It’s a futile order, but one he knows not to disobey. Furiously he clamps down with all his might. After only a few seconds of pounding, he’s not able to keep up the strain of clamping down, and surrenders. Tommy's hand slides in deeper. Where once Tommy had grasped Eros at the base of his cock, he now is further up Jesse’s colon pulling on Eros’ foreskin driving him and Jesse into a frenzy, both bucking wildly, Jesse in distress, Eros in ecstasy. "Get me off, T,” says Eros. “Get me to knock up this hole," he pants, his forearm coiling like a boa constrictor around Jesse’s head, his black armpit hair drenching the boy's lips. In an abandonment he submits to, Jesse licks the dripping sweat from the man’s pits, feeling Tommy pistoning his guts, Eros’ cockhead ravishing his entrails in the deepest part of his body. Jesse reaches down and feels how hard his own cock is. He clutches and releases his helpless hole, allowing both men to use his intestine with violent recklessness, until his hole orgasms in tectonic quakes, stronger even than his cock had ever erupted. His body shakes repeatedly as Eros explodes, Tommy squeezing his manhood mercilessly because he knows Eros wants it no other way. Eros spasms along with Jesse, roaring with the timbering of a heavy body from the sky, raining down on Jesse, crushing him, a torrent of cum spewing in his guts, heavy breath, sweat, stench, then secondary tremors, first in Eros, then in Jesse, then back again to Eros. Jesse’s body vibrates like a plucked bass string, trembling in shocked overload. Unable to process all that’s been done to him, all of which was willingly and unwillingly accepted. His mind is untethered—free floating. The powerful wrestler Bruno Sammartino lies on top of him. He glides his palms over the wrestler’s enormous shoulders, along the powerful chest. The wrestler kisses him and he kisses him back, deeply. Then the nasty boy next door in all his tattoos bends over and kisses him, too. A warm breeze passes through the shack. The bamboo blinds catch the ocean air, and fall to the window sill. No one moves. Jesse feels a little more sperm leak in his hole. Tommy and Eros’ sperm will be with him for a long time. Eros extracts himself from Tommy's hand. Out of T’s grip and Jesse’s wrecked mess of a hole, Eros falls on his back. Slowly his breathing calms as he stares at the ceiling. He listens to the sea on the far side of the dunes, and feels the waft of the ocean cool his dripping body. With much more care, Tommy slides his hand almost out of Jesse ass. At the beginning of withdrawal, Jesse moans. He anticipated the disconnectedness the boy would soon feel, the confusion of regret and still simmering desire. He knows because once, long ago, amid the back alley trashcans, anything-for-a-fix days he’s fought to suppress, he’s knows this feeling. Much to Jesse's satisfaction he returns his hand inside. Jesse isn’t yet ready to give up T’s offering, but his mind is beyond spent. Raw, inflamed, yes. Jesse runs a finger over Tommy's forearm, and Tommy understands. "Six inches," Tommy says to the silent query. "Good start, Chewbacca. Now push out your pussy and give me back my fuckin’ hand.” Jesse complies and grunts with an epic shudder as Tommy’s hand dislodges. “Show us your wrecked cunt,” says T. Eros rolls over to watch Jesse stretch his cheeks apart and push out a small, cum-filled rosebud. A tiny creature slithers out like some shy, exotic sea anemone then returns inside his rectum. Eros taps two fingers against his hole ordering him to push again. Jesse pushes harder this time. As his guts pushed out, Eros pulls the lips apart and Tommy traced a finger around the sphincter. Eros bends in and laps some cum out of the boy’s feathery pedals, depositing spent seed back into Jesse waiting mouth. Tommy puts pressure around the boy’s delicate tendrils. Eros and Tommy admire the gaping protrusion, each taking a turn to lick it. Tommy lobs a comment to Eros, "Looks like we'll pull a prolapse out of Chewy yet." Eros grins, and brushes his shadowy beard against Jesse's sensitive bloom, causing Jesse to flinch, and yet he responds by exposing even more of his rose to Eros’ sandpaper chin. He knows that that’s a sensation he wants much, much more of.

I can relate to all that. All my fuckbuds are black and I enjoy every minute and every inch.